Hmm…not much to report today. It's cold and rainy out so the snow is becoming slush and you can't see three feet in front of you due to the fog. Gotta love the Midwest!

Disclaimer: Can't think of a clever pun again. I don't own Lord of the Rings. By the Valar, don't sue!

Chapter 10 Recap (I can't believe I've done 10 Chapters!):

She raised an eyebrow. "What lesson?"

He smiled. "Fighting on a horse. Let's see how you aim lasts when bouncing on a horse. Or trying to keep you balance when riding."

"Sounds like fun!"

But to herself she thought, 'As if my butt isn't sore enough.'

"Well, if we are going to go on trail rides, let's brush up on your mapping skills," Haldir said. "If your up to it."

"Yes sir, I'll go make some tea."

That's how the pair kicked off a new year in Lorien.

Chapter 11:

Now two years have past, and Abigail was nearing 16. She had been taught almost all skills dealing with fighting or horseback riding, and her friends were helping her perfect it. She no longer had to stay with Merilien and Arphenon when Haldir went away, but she visited just as often (maybe more).

She had also become much more social, meeting Rodwen and Authion's friends and some of those friends family. But her openness came with a downside. Like any civilization, you will have people (or elves) who are prejudice. Some do not like the fact of having a human girl learning and living in the city. Especially one with such a questionable past.

Today, Abigail decided to take a short ride on Sagitta by herself. As she came to her pen, she made sure to say hi to Swifter and Dagor as well.

She put a bridle on Sagitta and led her out.

"Want an apple, girl?"

The horse snorted.

Abby laughed, "Right. Like I even need to ask."

She pulled a small green apple out of her pocket.

(A/N-I might kind of switch back and forth between Abigail and Abby. I don't know which one I like better, considering the time and place)

She took a small, backside trail, wanting some privacy today. She pulled her cloak a bit closer, as the wind blew cold.

'I guess autumn is coming towards the mountains,' she thought.

Suddenly, she realized two riders were coming up behind her. Nothing threatening of course, they were going at an easy trot. Still, she could tell they were trying to catch up with her. She glanced back and sighed.

"Oh no, here comes dumb and dumber," she mumbled.

The two horses turned in to cut her off.

"Sorry, did you want to go this way?" one of them said, with a good hint of disdain.

"Afternoon Lord Carnil, Lord Hanwu."

To her, they certainly weren't lords, but Haldir always encouraged good manners.

'You never know, an enemy could be stopped with a please or a sorry,' Abby quoted in her head.

"Will you please move, I'm just going for a ride," she continued.

The boys ignored her. They were boys, only a few years older than her.

"Really an interesting character, wouldn't you say Carnil?"

"Quite, but that's not a compliment, Hanwu."

"By the Valar, what are they on about now?" she said to herself.

The pair stared at her for a moment, then kept talking.

"Look at this, Carnil. She wear's men breeches and tunics-"

"But she still wears her skirt."

It really bothered Abigail when they ended each other's sentences. In others it could be cute, with them it was just annoying.

"Look again, Hanwu, she has dark hair, quite unnatural for Lorien elves, and she has spots like a mortal."

(A/N- spots meaning freckles)

"I noticed too, but she rides in elvish fashion and wears elvish braids."

Abigail was a bit curious as to their point, so she kept quiet (she was also trying to think of a retort).

"So, is she a man or is she a woman?" Carnil asked his brother.

"Is she a elf or is she a human?"

She was now angry and she tried to go around them, but they moved to block her again.

"It is very unseemly to not makes up ones mind," said Hanwu, almost darkly.

"Why don't you take your pitiful self back to a farm where you belong," agreed Carnil.

"Stop it. Let me pass," she said in a low, warning tone.

The brothers laughed.

"I do believe she is trying to threaten us."

"Let me pass, now!" she said louder.

"I would like to see you try."

"I said STOP!" she almost screamed.

She pushed her hands out, only to make a gesture, but suddenly both boys went flying off their horses. Strange fact was that the horses hadn't moved at all. Abigail was in shock; she could feel a power coming off her self. She quickly drew her hands back, and the horses were stumbled off the trail, as if something had pushed them forward.

The brothers on the ground, both with a few cuts, stared at her with slight awe but mostly fear.

"I…I didn't"

She was stuttering. The words just couldn't come out. She turned Sagitta around and galloped back to the stables.

She practically threw all the gear of the horse, before walking very fast (almost a jog) back to Haldir's house.

'How, what was that. What did I do?'

A million thoughts were racing through her brain.

She collided with a solid object, mumbled a 'sorry' and went to move again.

"Hey," the voice said, and grabbed her arm.

She was worried it was a guard, ready to throw her in jail. She was relieved to see it was just Authion.

"What's the hurry? I though we were going to shoot some arrows?" he questioned. He took a good look at her face.

"Abby, are you alright? You look like you've seen a troll."

She would have preferred a troll.

"N-nothing, I'm fine."

"Seriously?"

She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yes, sorry. Sagitta got spooked on the trail and almost bucked me off. Gave me a bit of a fright, too."

"Oh, okay. Do you still want to shoot?"

"Sounds good. Let me grab my bow. Let's go to Haldir's private field, I'm sure he won't mind," she suggested.

"That's fine, see you there."

As soon as she was inside, she poured a big glass of water, thankful to find Haldir wasn't there.

She went to her room to grab her bow. She looked in the mirror, and paused.

'I wonder…'

She turned around and looked at her hairbrush. She concentrated and tried to find that same fuel of anger that she just had. She felt a tug, and imagined that hairbrush sliding of the dresser. All of a sudden, it did just that.

'I can…move things with my mind? Is that possible.'

She decided to just move on down to the field.

'Maybe I should tell Haldir or even Lady Galadriel. She had mind powers too.'

She looked around before stepping outside; making sure no one was there.

'I hope no one else saw what happen.'

She was hopeful Carnil and Hanwu wouldn't talk, being too proud to admit there were beaten by a girl.

Authion was already shooting when she got there.

"Where's Rodwen today?" Abby asked.

"Visiting Aunt Larien again."

"What is she complaining about his time?"

Authion gave a small chuckle. "Today she is convinced that the blue jays are stealing her jewelry."

Abby smiled as she loaded an arrow.

"Are you going to the feast on Thursday?" He shot a bulls-eye.

"What!" Abby completely missed the target. "That's only two days from now! I need to think of an excuse."

"Please come, Abby, it will be fun, Authion said.

"No way! I always make a complete fool of myself at these group events."

The last feasts she went to, she somehow flung custard at the 1st and 2nd generals. The dance before that, she spilled the water pitcher. Twice.

"Oh that's right," Authion said, recalling the incidents. "I'll admit you're unlucky. But now your due for a good time."

'Considering what happened this afternoon, I thinks I'm still having the bad luck,' she thought.

"Does your silence mean yes?" he asked hopefully.

She sighed, but smile despite her self. "I'll consider it."

"I have a better idea, let's have a contest. We'll shoot 20 arrows, and whoever gets the best score wins. If I win, you have to go. If you win, you can stay at home reading, again."

She shrugged. "Sounds fair."

"Great. I hope you have a dress ready, because you're going."

"You wish, Thion!"

He cringed. "I'll take idiot of them stupid name.

"Okay idiot."

The pair laughed, as they both aimed their arrows.

30 minutes later

"Bloody elf with his stupid bow," Abigail grumbled.

After 3 rematches, she still lost. This time when she came home, Haldir was there.

"What happened is Sagitta's stable, the gears is scattered everywhere?" he asked immediately.

"Sorry, I was in a rush. I clean it, I promise."

"What was the hurry?"

"Nothing," she said, staring at the floor.

He held her head up. "Don't lie to me, what happened?"

"You might want to have a seat," she said, before explaining the story.

"Are you sure it was you?"
"No one else was around. I felt something in me, I know I did it," Abigail confirmed.

"Can you do it again?"

She nodded, and Haldir watched as a glass started to float in mid-air, then land softly back on the table.

He observed, as she hardly moved at all.

"Strange, you look natural."

"Maybe this is something I forgot when I lost my memory. It would some easily in that case."

" I hope that's the case," he said. "To have been granted such a powerful gift out of nowhere would make me more worried. Even if I don't understand it in the first place."

He was then silent, no doubt thinking.

"You're taking this rather well," she observed.

"Wizards perform all sorts of magic feats everyday. Other elves have special talents and gifts, like Lady Galadriel. True you are young, and a mortal girl, which makes this a very rare and strange happening. In the end, though, it is not completely unheard of."

"Makes sense, I suppose," she said. "Should I talk to The Lady?"

"I think that would be wise. I will go with you, right before the feast. That way the will be in a good mood."

She smiled. "You are always thinking ahead."

"Of course, it's my job."

"Thank you," said Abigail. She leaned against his shoulder.

He kissed on the head, "Anytime."

At night, when she was sleeping, she was unable to keep that peaceful state. She was tossing and turning during a dream.

She was a room. It was familiar, but it was not from Middle Earth. She could not name the all the objects. A voice pounded at the door.

"Let me in. Open this door bitch!"

She was trying to hold the door with her mind and body.

The voice changed. It became deeper, and raspy. Almost like a low and deadly whisper.

"You cannot hide."

The door burst open, and a cold shadow grabbed her body.

"No!" she screamed.

"I am the mighty. You will not deny my power and you cannot keep yours!" the voice hissed.

The shadow forced it self in her mouth, and began to burn her throat and lungs.

"You are made only for me," the hollow whisper was by her ear.

She could not breathe to scream, and gave in.

Abigail then woke up, with the worst headache.

Ohh, creepy! But that wasn't the vision I was referring too. If fact, maybe "vision" will be a bad label (you'll see what I mean).

Sorry about those two elves so mean. I decided anger was a good way to jump-start her power.

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