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With a small gasp and a start, Frodo awoke to find himself still in the safe haven of Caras Galadhon. Immediately, he remembered what made him wake up so suddenly. Getting up quietly and avoiding the sleeping figures of his companions, the hobbit looked up and spotted the figure of Lady Galadriel as she passed by where the Fellowship slept. Making the decision to follow Galadriel, Frodo left the sleeping area, past the prone figures of the resting Fellowship.

Both she-elf and hobbit quietly descended down two flights of steps and entered an open area where a small fountain ran to a side. Galadriel took a nearby silver jug and filled it up with the water from the fountain. Turning around, Galadriel faced Frodo, with no surprise that he was before her.

"Will you look into the mirror?" questioned Galadriel solemnly as her unblinking gaze rested on Frodo.

"What will I see?" replied Frodo hesitantly.

"Even the wisest cannot tell." answered the Lady of the Wood with a small smile on her face. "For the mirror shows many things."

She gently tipped the jug over a silver basin in the middle of the enclosure, and began to pour the water.

"Things that were, things that are, and some things…" Galadriel finished pouring and withdrew the jug. "… that have not yet come to pass."

Taking cautious step after cautious step, Frodo slowly reached the basin and peered into the water, only to see a reflection of himself. Unsure of what should happen, Frodo glanced at Galadriel but only got an indication he should continue to look into the water.

Within moments, Frodo's reflection faded into visions of the past, present, and future. Several moments passed in the real world, but for Frodo, it was an eternity. Visions after vision continue to run by the mirror, some too fast for him to make any sense out of it. Frodo leaned in so far that the One Ring slipped out of its hiding place, his face unable to pull away from the playing images. Finally with a gasp, Frodo wrenched himself out of the terrible sights and fell backwards onto the ground.

"I know what it is you saw." said Galadriel monotonously as she looked at the distressed hobbit sideways. "For it is also in my mind."

"You saw your companions, you saw your home. You saw the destruction of Rohan and the enslavement of the halflings. But most of all, you saw the Great Eye!" said Galadriel with a knowing look in her eyes.

"No."

A sudden silence descended on the enclosure as Galadriel's face showed that she was confused.

"No?" questioned Galadriel softly, not believing that her powers have failed her this time.

"No." confirmed Frodo.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Galadriel grew desperate. This cannot be happening. I cannot be losing my powers! There must be some kind of mistake.

"Are you very sure that, that wasn't what you saw in the mirror?"

"Yes."

"Then pray tell me, what did you see?" asked Galadriel.

"I saw my Uncle Bilbo Baggins at Bag End. It was when I was but a tween, right around Pippin's age. He was always dancing and singing along to any old music. But you see, Bilbo doesn't have a gift for singing… or dancing for that matter, and everybody but him knew it. Well, you can guess what happened when he did it at Mandy Brandybuck's 34th birthday." Frodo paused and glanced up at the Lady of the Wood.

"Then I saw this stuffed nazgúl. It was a very realistic resemblance to the real thing." continued Frodo, giving a small mental sigh. "Then I saw the stuffed nazgúl burning in lava. The last image I saw was these leering faces of the Sackville Bagginses. They were trying to kiss me and wish me a happy birthday."

Saying all he had seen in the mirror, Frodo could tell Galadriel believed he was telling the truth.

"Mr. Frodo?" softly cried Sam as he looked for his best friend. Being careful not to step on anyone, he turned a corner and suddenly spotted the figures of Frodo and Galadriel down below.

Frodo looked up and upon seeing Sam, he quickly bade Galadriel goodbye and sprinted up the stairs and back to the rest of the Fellowship.

The Lady of the Wood glanced back at the silver basin, looking idly upon its waters.

This mirror must be malfunctioning…

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AN: Hey! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. YAY! Spring is here.