GPOV:

Legolas and I both ran as fasts as we could to Kaydriella's room. I've never, in my hundred years have ever seen Legolas lose his composure like that. I know the two went just met a day or two ago, so it would seem very strange to have him grow so attached.

When we finally reach her room, the door has been knocked of its hinges. It is dark inside so I use my staff to bring some light. What I see is beyond beliefs. Kaydreilla was asleep however, she was not in her bed. She was levitating high above her bed with strong winds surrounding her. It looked like a tempest. I lower my light in hopes of hiding this scene from Legolas. I reached out to grab her hand but a steam of lighting came to strike my hand. She must have been having a nightmare, that would make the most amount of sense. Kaydriella needs to wake up. These gifts she is possessing are extremely dangerous and especially since she has no control over them.

"Mithrandir, What is going on? I cannot see too well"

"Legloas, I need you to go find Lord Elrond. Find him and tell him that Thiabes has awakened."

"Thiabes?"

"Yes, now go!"

OI send Legolas on his way, he doesn't know who Thiabes is but Lord Elrond and I do. Kaydriella's mother was Thiabes. Her mother's gifts are finally appearing in Kay, but I'm not sure what exactly they are.

"Kaydreilla? Kaydriella, can you hear me?"

It was like a tiny storm surrounding her. I reach for her hand one more time and grab it; this time without lightning. The wind surrounding her was powerful, I had to grip hard onto her wrist to stay attached. With all my strength I pull her back down onto her bed and attempt to wake her up. I do believe it is a bad dream causing all of this to happen. She, however, wasn't waking up to anything I was doing. I tried shaking her and yelling her name but alas, she wasn't responding. My remaining option was to try and wake her through pain. A small cut on the arm might do it. So I took out my knife and cut a small slit on her forearm. Enough to cause pain, but nothing too detrimental. She finally opens her eyes but only to see the terrible tempest she created.

"Gandalf what's going on?"

"Calm down Kaydriella. Just calm down and I'll tell you"

This time she takes my advice and calms down. By then, the storm and subsided and I was able to help Kaydriella back into her bed. Lord Elrod came dashing in with Lindir by his side along with Legolas who looked more than concerned for Kaydriella's well being. He noticed her cut I inflicted right away.

"I think it best, Lord Elrond, that Legolas and Lindir leave us now"

Lord Elrond nods his head and dismisses them both. Lindir goes without a second thought, however Legolas is a little more difficult to comply. However, Lord Elrond assures him of Kaydriella's safety

"She will be fine Legolas. Don't you worry. You must rest for you head back to Mirkwood soon. You must prepare yourself for the journey"

Legolas leaves reluctantly. He ultimately could not argue with Lord Elrond's wish.

"Kaydriella, how are you feeling?"

"Alright I guess, I had a crazy dream. I couldn't tell if it was a nightmare or not."

"That's alright. Just tell us what happended"

"Well, my mother was there"

"No wonder"

"She told me things. Things I don't understand, but she said you, you Gandalf, could explain them"

"I see"

"Are you two going to tell me what is going on? Or am I going to have to find out another way?"

"No, no need. It was I who told Lord Elrond to withhold the information pertaining to your father. And, it was also I who encouraged Lord Elrond to get you that apprenticeship. And it has been I who withheld this from you too."

"Gandalf?"

"Your mother was right. She confided in me to keep her secret before she died. In her linage, there was an ancient magic that was passed down through generations. That magic trace back to the Mages of Middle earth. There existence was not a very long one so we know very little of the magic's origin. She did however, tell me that when she died, the magic would be passed down to you. You see Kaydriella, this magic is only passed down through death. In order to gain the power, you have to be the eldest child of a mage in order to be the recipient of the power. Sometimes, it doesn't even pass down; which explains why there are none left. The magic is very unknown to us. I was not sure if you would embody the powers, but your mother had no doubt they would pass on to you. She was afraid if she told anyone that people would try and hunt you down. That is why she told me and I kept her secret this long. I am sorry for keeping this from you, but from what I've just seen, you definitely have your mother's gifts"

"What do I do now?"

"Well, the choice is up to you. I leave in two days' time for Isengard. There you could meet with the head of my order and ask him to help you control these new found powers of yours. You could also choose to stay here, but you must remember that if you cannot control your powers, Lord Elrond will eventually have to turn you to Isengard; so that you may get help."

She does not say anything. Why would she, this is a lot to take in. Lord Elrond finally speaks to her, trying to give encouraging words

"Kaydriella, this is a lot. Do not fear what you are, look at your mother. She was one of the most fearless people I've ever met in my lifetime. You are so much like your father when it comes to fighting, but you are so much like your mother too. In you, I can see both of them. Take some time and think, dear one. This is a big decision so take all the time you need"

With that, Lord Elrond binds her cut with a piece of cloth and we leave the room. We head back to his study, which seems like the place where all our private conversations must take place.

"You know she wont be able to control it. Yet you offered her to stay here anyways? Why Gandalf?"

"Either way, she will end up where she needs to be. Saruman is her best option. I know she will pick to come with me. There is no doubt in my mind."

"She has grown so fond of Rivendell. She even considers it home. It pains me to have to see her leave like this"

"It pains me too, but if we truly care about her well being we must let her go. If the evil, you say, is truly coming back, she could play a crucial role in bringing down Sauron. It would be pointless if she tried to suppress this."

"So then, it has to be this way?"

"This is the only way Lord Elrond. If she is to live now, she has to learn. We can no longer shelter her from the truth. We did the best we could but now she must do this part on her own. All that is left is for her to figure that out"

KPOV:

I feel like I've just been hit by a horse. My chest hurts and my head is pounding. It looks like I got cut sometime while I was asleep, but Lord Elrond bandaged it up for me. I can't believe what's happening. Am I really like my mother? Can I do those things? This is all so much to understand. First my father now this with my mother; I need a moment to breath.

I get up from my bed and walk out to the balcony. While out there I see the mess I created inside my room from the miniature storm I made up. I didn't have that many things in my room to begin with but my things still found a way to create a mess all over the room. I walked back to straighten up the room, but I made sure to keep the balcony doors open. The fresh night air gave me a bit of comfort. I put my shoes back in order and all my equipment as well. My wardrobe, though rarely used, housed that ball gown Arwen made for me. I hope nothing bad had happened to it. It was one of the nicest things I've ever received. I open the wardrobe, and thankfully, the dress is in tact.

I decide to walk to the healing hall. Maybe they have something that might alleviate this pain in my head. It feels as if someone was pounding on the inside, trying to get out. On my way over there I notice that Legolas is still up. I feel bad he was involved in any of this. It is absolutely embarrassing, early before and now this; I hope he never remembers any of this.

When I get to the healing hall, it seems completely vacant. All the patients, as well as the healers, have left. Maybe it is better that way. This way I can get what I need with no question asked. I head over to a cabinet full of herbs and just as I'm about to take one, I hear footsteps coming my way

"Good evening Kaydriella. May I assist you?"

It was Legolas. Darn. I was so close. What gave me away? I was super careful.

"No, no. I am fine. Thank you."

"What happened before, I just-"

"-Please Legolas, you got caught a glimpse into something I don't even understand. I think it would be best if we both forgot about what happened"

"With all due respect Kaydriella, I have this growing concern for you and I just wish to make sure you are alight"

"I'm fine as can be expected"

"That cut on your arm, may I?"

he was asking permission to bandage it better. I don't know if I could handle him that close up. My hesitation made him look even more concerned.

"It's fine. Really, I can take care of this on my own."

He then gets this saddened look on his face as if I had insulted him. I I feel bad but I am barely making sense out of all this. I don't want him involved in anyway.

"Kaydreilla, I must tell you that I am leaving tomorrow. I must go back to Mirkwood on important business, but I shall return here directly"

"I would have like to receive you but I wont be here either. I, too, am leaving Rivendell. I'm going with Gandalf to Isengard by the second sunup"

He is silent. I can see the disappointment in his eyes. I guess it is better this way; I wont get attached and neither will he. He is a prince, for goodness sake, I cannot even believe I had a single thought of us. I need a glass of wine.

"I need to start packing Legolas, so if you'll excuse me"

he bows, like the royal elf he is, and I walk around him. I cannot and will not look back. There is no room for this sort of thing in my life right now. It seems the best thing to do is to leave with Gandalf. There is no point in staying here and learning a trade with a teacher that will always resent me, no mater what. There is nothing left for me here. I have to move on now and see what this new part of me holds. If I stay and try to hide it, I know my mother's heart would break. I have to go

Author's Notes:

Another revised chapter. Right off the press, not really though. Can't wait to catch the story up with the rest of the story. Thanks to all those who stuck with this rough transition period. Again, the story line isn't fully connected with the chapters ahead so I am warning you! They will be soon; I'm getting there. Thanks to all the new readers, followers, etc.!