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Chapter 11 Recap:

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.

Chapter 12:

She never told Haldir the nightmare. She told herself it was nothing; he did not need worry about it. In truth, she was too afraid to retell it, too afraid to have an answer.

The few days up to the feast were normal. The only change in Abigail's schedule was that she made some private time to practice her power.

Soon the day was there, but she was probably even more nervous to confront the Lord and Lady.

"Are you sure they won't mind?" she asked Haldir for the 10th time.

"Yes," he assured. "You are one of their people, and it is their duty to help their people."

'One of their people. Yeah…sure,' she thought to herself.

They approached the guard by the door to the throne room.

"Captain Haldir and his ward, Lady Abigail, here to see Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel," Haldir announced.

The elf nodded. "Of course sir, please go in."

"Thank You."

Abigail fell in short step behind Haldir as they entered. A bright light greeted them as always, and she still squinted her eyes.

Haldir went into a bow while she did a deep curtsey.

"Rise, please," said Lord Celeborn. He eyed Abigail. "I am not sure if you have been formally introduced, but I know who you are."

Abigail curtsied again. "It's an honor to meet you, my lord."

He gave a small smile. "Indeed. I'm sorry I cannot stay longer. The cook has been asking for me all day." He turned towards Haldir. "You know what these party's are like."

Haldir grinned. "Yes my lord."

"I'll see you tonight then." Celeborn gave his wife a quick kiss on the cheek, and then left the room.

Galadriel eyed Abigail, but her eyes were bright and happy. Abigail was relieved to see no annoyance.

"Of course you are not a burden child. I have been looking forward to out next meeting."

Abigail was shocked for a moment, but then smiled.

'Right, mind-reading.' She thought. She then spoke out-loud.

"Do you know why I am here, my lady?"

Galadriel shook her head softly.

"It is hard for me to know exacts, but I have mused over I few ideas. At first, focus was on how and why did you come to be here. Now, we begin to question on who you really are."

"If you don't mind me saying, my Lady, I've been pondering that question for a long time, not just recently," Abigail said.

"Hmm, I suppose you would." She stood up from her chair. "Come, both of you. I believe walking and talking are always a better combination."

(A/N Since I still have a lot to write still, and you should already know what happened, I'm not going to explain it again.)

Galadriel did not look surprised; she only seemed thoughtful after Abigail explained the story.

"So I no longer the only one in the golden woods with mind power," she finally said.

"Lady Galadriel, do you think this could possibly be evil?" Haldir asked.

"How you wield a power defines whether it is good or evil," she turned her head slightly towards Abigail. "I do no find the beholder evil, do you?"

Haldir shook his head. "Of course not."

Abigail questioned her self on if she should tell Galadriel her dream. She tried to look the lady in the eyes, but she couldn't.

'I just don't think I'm ready,' so she said nothing.

Galadriel raised an eyebrow.

'Oh no! Did she hear me?' Abigail panicked. She tried to keep her thoughts clear, while not showing anything on her face.

She said nothing, and then moved on.

"I think you are ready."

"For what?" Haldir and Abigail said at the same time.

She picked up a silver pitcher.

"To look into my mirror."

Abby had heard of Galadriel's favorite mirror, she hardly knew anyone who had looked into it, or if they did were willing to share what it was like. With this thought, she approached almost warily toward the bowl. She went up the short step, but did not look in yet.

"Do not be afraid, it will no bite you," said Galadriel with humor in her voice.

Abby took a glance at Haldir, who gave an encouraging nod and he watched as she slowly looked over the edge.

Abby looked for a few long seconds then said, "Nothings happening. I think it's broken."

When she looked up again, she wasn't comforted by a confused look on Galadriel's face.

"Look again, maybe," suggested.

Abby did as she was told. "Still nothing."

"Most interesting," mused the lady elf. "The mirror will sometimes only show one quick image, or it will stop before we reach and answer. But I can not recall a time when it refused to show anything."

'Well this story just keeps getting better,' though Abigail, angrily.

"Try not to dwell, my dear," she said. "There is a purpose to whatever is shown or not shown."

Abigail curtsied again. "Thank you for the chance, my Lady."

"Your welcome," she replied. "Do not be a stranger, please visit me again. I'm most curious to hear your other thoughts and tales.

"Or maybe your dreams?" her voice rang in Abigail's head.

The girl gave a silent gulp, but managed to keep her composure.

"I will, my lady. Thank you again."

"Enjoy the feast, my lady," Haldir said and he began to lead Abigail out.

"You as well," she called as they left. She slowly emptied the pitcher and watched the water fall.

"Most interesting indeed."

(A/N-I'll be nice and keep going. Fast forward to the feast.)

They were still on the dinner part of the festivities. Abigail was sitting in-between Rodwen and Haldir, while Arphenon and crazy old Aunt Larien sat across the table.

Rodwen and herself were discussing the new herb found that could help cure burns. Arphenon and Haldir were talking about some old battle strategy and Larien was suspiciously eyeing a rabbit.

"Relax, dear sister. It is only hoping for a carrot," Arphenon assured.

"Oh, that's how it starts. You give them a carrot and next thing you know they are digging up your tomatoes and potatoes and wasting on your daisy's," Larien said sharply.

Abby giggled to Rodwen, "Isn't the ground already 'soiled'?" (hahaha)

Haldir hushed them as Lord Celeborn rose for a speech.

"Welcome all, you presence is a joy. There is not much I need to say, now. It is a beautiful fall night with good company and better wine."

"Hear, hear!" said Arphenon. Larien whacked him "Quiet, brother!"

"See, it's genetics. It is fate to hit Authion!" Rodwen whispered.

"We celebrate friends and family who share this night in our lovely home. We give thanks to Lorien, out golden wood!" Celeborn ended.

"To Lorien!" The crowd shouted. Then a small band started up, telling the company it was time to dance.

An elf known as Finwé came up to Rodwen.

"May I have this dance," he spoke with a slight bow.

Rodwen smiled. "Sounds lovely," and she got up. She turned back once to look at Abby, and Abby in return gave her a little wink.

Just then someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"I couldn't help but notice you had been left alone with such horrible company."

"Hey, I know where you live son!" Arphenon joked.

Authion replied, "You won't remember after all that wine you just drank."

"Err, don't tell your mother about that."

"Don't tell me what?" said Merilien coming up from behind.

"Umm, that I was…err-"

"Let's go before he finishes," suggested Abby. She looked at Haldir for permission.

"Don't worry I can find my own dance partner," he said.

She nodded and Authion led her over to the dance area, where they began a simple waltz.

"Why do you look so please with yourself?" she asked.

"Because you came, showing I have an impact on you."

"Well, in truth, you cheated the contest."

He gasped. "I never cheat!"

"Oh please, there be no way that last shot was a bulls-eye. I remember it distinctly hitting the red. You moved it when I wasn't looking."

"I would like to see you prove that," he said. "Anyway, can't you admit you are having a good time?"

She twirled out, "Never." She twirled back in. "The night is young. There is still a good chance of me wrecking something."

"Your hopeless, " Authion sighed. "But you clean up well. You look great."

Abby turned slightly pink. "Thanks," she mumbled. Her dress was forest green with silver trimmings and a scoop neck with slippers that matched. Her hair was curled and put up in a ponytail, moved slightly to the side.

The music stopped and everyone paused to clap politely. Abby spotted Rodwen, who was looking rather happy with Finwé.

"Your sister is having fun," she commented.

"It's about time she started looking for an elf. She's turning into an old maid," he said.

"Can you be nice for once?'

"Hey, I want nephews and nieces."

She laughed. "I'll pass on the message."

"Say, do you want to protect me from Aunt Larien and dance with me again? Last time I did, she went on about how the owls are spying on her secret recipies."

"Why is she that way?"

"I don't really know and I do not want to find out." Said Authion.

"Okay, I'd love to dance with you again."
"Oh fine, if you insist," he said with 'great effort'.

"Wait, you asked-"

"Only fooling, Lady Abigail."

"Very well, Lord Authion."

She did a couple more dances with Authion, then with Haldir and she even met some other elves. Towards the end she found Rodwen with a swarm of children following her.

"Please Lady Rodwen, just one song?" a little girl tugged at her dress.

"Very well," she saw Abby. "Just in time for the concert I guess." She sat down on the chair while the kids sat on the ground. Abby stood against a tree as Rodwen began to sing.

A Elbereth Gilthoniel,

silivren penna míriel

o menel aglar elenath!

Na-chared palan-díriel

o galadhremmin ennorath,

Fanuilos, le linnathon

nef aear, sí nef aearon!

Abby was in awe. She had no idea her friend had such a beautiful voice. She should of known better, though. All elves were gifted with this talent of music.

The children had watched so silently that know some had become droopy, close to sleep. One by one they woke up and realized it was time to go home.

The last boy and girl to go both gave her kisses on the cheek.

"Thank you," the pair said in unison.

"Your welcome, Ana and Anders."

"I did not know you were a witch, for you certainly had them under a spell."

"It was not that good," Rodwen said quickly.

"Yes it was," Abby insisted. "Do you think…oh never mind."

"What?"

"Could you teach me? Singing lessons you know?"

"Abby, I don't know how to teach," Rodwen started, but then saw the look on her friends face. "Do you have an ear for music at all?'

Abby mimicked a couple lines from the song she sang.

"Not bad, " Rodwen shrugged. "I could help you I suppose." They began walking back to their houses. "I can't believe there's more you want to learn."

"Look at it this way," Abigail said. "When you hit the bottom, there's now where to go but up, right? Well, when you forget everything, there is never to much to learn."

Rodwen nodded. "Makes sense. Meet me by the stream after lunch, we can have some privacy there."

Abigail hugged her tight.

"Thank you so much!"

"Ah, so you do know some elvish," Rodwen said.

"There is never enough," Reminded Abigail.

"So," Abigail said to Haldir when she got back. "Did you meet someone new?"

"Well, I found out how much of a talker lady Larien is."

"Oh no, did you dance with her?"

"Yes, and you weren't there to bail me out," he mock scolded.

"Sorry," she said, thinking first about Authion, "I was already being 'forced' to have fun myself."

I hope I didn't speed through that too much, but I did give you a longer chapter still.

Sadly, my break is over and I'm back at school and I'm very tired due to eating way too much leftover turkey (Happy Late Thanksgiving y'all). The song was A Elbereth Githoniel and the translation is the following:

O Elbereth Star-kindler

(white) glittering slants down sparkling like jewels

from the firmament the glory of the star-host!

To-remote distance far-having gazed

from the tree-tangled middle-lands,

Fanuilos, to thee I will chant

on this side of ocean, here on this side of the Great Ocean!

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-MysticNight9