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Grr…I hate it when you can't trust spell-check. When it's 1:00 in the morning, your own senses are kind of out of whack. Sorry for past spelling errors! Well, that's all I have to say for now. Aren't you proud? We can actually start with the chapter!

Chapter 6 Recap:

Haldir leaned farther back.

"To explain Mordor, you must first know of the dark lord…Sauron."
"Sauron?" she murmured. The name felt vile in her throat, yet in the deepest corner of her soul, a thrill stirred at the mention of his name.

"What happened to him?"

"It suppose it started in the days of Ilúvatar and the Valar, when the first war began…"

With Haldir home for the rest of the evening, he told Abigail the history and events that changed the world today. Little did she realize that she knew this all once before, and she herself would be entwined in its story.

Hmm, long recap today. But it's all good.

For the next few days, with Haldir's spare time, he continued to teach Abigail some more history of Middle Earth. He favorite stories soon became the one's about the Valar.

"And Varda was the pretty one, right?" she asked, as the walked in the woods around Haldir's house.

"Well they were all glorious," Haldir said. "But it is true enough that Varda was known for her beauty."

"It also said," he continued, "that Lady Galadriel's grand-daughter is rival to the beauty of Varda."

"That would be Lady Arwen, correct?"

He nodded.

"Have you met her?"

"She has come to Lorien to visit the family."

"She sounds nice, I hope I can meet her sometime."

"Speaking of meetings, that's what we are doing know."

Abigail finally noticed where they had stopped. It was a house that was on more ground level. It looked similar to Haldir's home, but this house had silver colored carvings decorated on it.

"Why are we here?"

Hadir paused, just as he was about to knock.

"Remember how are told you that sometimes I would go on longer watches?"

Abigail nodded.

"This afternoon, I have to go on the very far borders."

"What for?"

He gave a small sigh.

"I need to check for signs of Nazgûl, I'm riding around the area where I found you."

She gave a small 'oh'.

"Do no worry, I do not expect to find anything. It was a one in a million chance that her would come this far in the first place, let alone come back when we are prepared for him."

"You still didn't really answer my first question," Abigail said. "Why are we meeting this elf, I told you I do no need a nanny."

"Then don't consider it a nanny. Just consider them friends.

"Friends? There's more that one?"

He could sense her nervousness. She was still shy around most elves, save for Hadlir and maybe Galadriel.

"It will be fine." He went to knock on the door, but it opened before he had the chance.

"When you two stand outside talking for so long I don't need a knocker to hear you," the male elf said with a smile.

"Arphenon," Haldir greeted with a handshake.

Arphenon shifted his eyes towards Abigail.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" He said warmly.

"Abigail, Arphenon was there on THAT day." Haldir explained.

"My goodness, how many elves do I need to thank?' she exclaimed quietly.

Arphenon gave a small laugh. "No thanks are needed, it was my pleasure. Not everyday do I get to save a pretty, young maiden."

Abigail gave a light pink blush.

"Arphenon, the reason I came for a favor. Today I have a longer watch mission to carry out. As you know, this will be a first of many-"

"Any being the esteemed bachelor you are, you need someone to watch her," he ended.

"Or, as she would prefer to think, just keep her company." Haldir said.

"Well, I would be happy to, but Merilien is the one who will be around more often, let us go ask her."

Haldir nodded. He nudged Abigail on the shoulder slightly, and they followed Arphenon inside.

Around the corner, they found an elf woman with long blonde hair (of course!) and an apron scanning a bookshelf.

Arphenon cleared his throat. The woman jumped around.

"By the Valar Arphenon, if you invited company you should of told me." She quickly threw off her apron.

"Excuse me, Haldir, I was in my cooking mode."

The elf finally noticed Abigail.

"Excuse me again, I didn't realize we had none-elvish ears in the room." She stepped closer to Abigail.

"Hello, dear, I am Arphenon's wife, Merilien."

(A/N-Old readers, please realize name change!)

Abigail gave a small curtsey and responded shyly,

"My name is Abigail."

Merilien gave a small and said to Haldir.

"She is adorable!"

Arphenon took the liberty of explaining the situation.

"That would be lovely," Merilien said. "I've already taught Rodwen everything I know; I need a knew apprentice."

She turned to Abigail.

"Rodwen is my daughter. There is also her younger brother, Authion."

"They are probably not so young to you, though. Their ages are 90 and 80," said Arphenon.

"Oh, I see." Abigail replied.

She didn't quite know what to make of the pair. Granted, she had only known them for five minutes, though.

"Sadly, my time is up." Haldir said. "I need to go now, Abigail."

While Arphenon and Merilien stayed, Abigail followed Hadlir to the door.

"When can I learn to fight?" she pleaded, the thought on the Nazgûl now fresh in her mind.

"Are you really in that much of a hurry?"

"Yes." No matter what he said, Abigail felt she needed to know how to fight. She knew in the back of her mind she would need it.

"Well, I can tell you are a fighter, the way you didn't give in to the poison." "Is it really that unbelievable that I lived?" she wondered.

"Yes," he said. "Even with elvish medicine, at your age with that deep I wound, it's almost a miracle for the history books."

"You avoided the question again." She complained.

He smiled. "Soon," was all he said.

He gave he a quick hug. "I'll be back tonight," and then he walked off.

Merilien came and fetched her.

"No need to fret dear, watches are fairly safe when we are not at war."

"Aren't we always at war with the dark lord?"

"He told you about that?"

Abigail nodded a yes.

"Well, it's a grim way to look at it, but with followers still at large I suppose it's true."

Merilien took a hard look at her.

"Your almost as unreadable as Haldir." She stated.

"Quite a match was made here," she said to Arphenon.

"They are the perfect cure to each others weaknesses."

"Indeed." Merilien said. She turned back to Abigail.

"I was just about to make a cobble, and I could use an extra hand. Would you like to help?"

"Yes." Abigail replied happily.

As she was slowly discovering her likes and dislikes, Abigail found out she had a knack for baking.

"That's good." Merilien smiled at the child eagerness. "From what I remember, Haldir can't tell the difference from salt and sugar!"

Abigail chuckled, "It makes for and interesting loaf of bread!"

Merilien gave a light laugh this time.

"Where are your children now. Rodwen and Authion, did you say?"

"Yes. Rodwen is visiting a relative on the west side, and Authion is practicing archery."

"Archery sounds interesting," Abigail said as she cut an apple.

'Yes,' Merilien, thought. 'A perfect fit for a lonely captain.'

Don't ya love Merilien? She is like the super mom of elves. There was a lot of dialogue in this chapter. It also gets really hard to spell Arpehnon…I mean Arphennen…I mean…oh never mind!

Thanks to cool new reviewers:

Samantha-Girl Scout and CelticRoseOfTheLake.

Oh and I must say to midnight-flurry: I wish my classes were like that too. How I would love to skip the mile in gym and do swordplay instead.

Next time you guys get to meet Rodwen and Authion. And hopefully Abigail's training will start actually start this time. I'm glad I could fit this chapter in before the weekend ends, and aren't I being nice with the lack of cliffies?

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-MysticNight9