Well, the good news is that the 1st semester is over for school. The bad news is that now I have to take French again, and we have a practice test the day we get back. Not cool.

Izzy: You should have taken Spanish like everyone else.

MN9: I know it's not fair. The Spanish class gets to have a fiesta while we spend 2 hours reviewing.

Izzy: C'est la vie!

MN9: Oh, ferme la bouche! (Have fun translating that!)

Disclaimer: I quote MyscitNight9 saying, "I never, ever owned Lord of the Rings".

Chapter 25 Recap:

"Yes. I also said I'd give the hobbits a grand tour. Your welcome to come, but I'm sure you know you way pretty well already."

"True, but it's been a while. Who knows, maybe everyone can come."

"Sounds excellent," she said, completely honest. "Well, goodnight."

She wondered for a moment if she should hug him or something, and then decided better of it.

"Tell the others I stopped by," she said, walking backwards.

"Abigail, tree," he said.

She stopped right before ramming into a big oak.

She chuckled. "Er..right then. Thanks. Goodnight!"

She turned around and walked facing forward this time.

He smiled and shook his head.

Chapter 26:

They had so far spent 4 beautiful and peaceful days in Lothlorien; 4 well-deserved days.

Abigail was pleased to see that many elves of the woods showed great respect and kindness towards their guests.

She, herself, and found a balance between spending time with the fellowship and her old friends. She had forgotten about the 'incident' with Authion, because he had been perfectly normal the rest of the time. In fact, she spent the more time with Authion than Rodwen, but that was because Rodwen was still busy with the baby.

Currently, though, she was having a fighting lesson with Haldir.

"Your still weak on the left side with a sword," he said, as she fell to the ground.

"That's because I would usually have a dagger in both hands," she said, brushing her self off.

"But you shouldn't get to use to one weapon. You never know if you're going to drop them or lose them in a battle."

They began to joust again, and Abigail lost her sword again as she was tripped.

"You need to adapt. What will you do without a sword?" he lectured.

"This," she said simply.

She punched him, hard, in the shoulder. He was surprised, and she took the moment to pull his arm behind, twisting it and he dropped his own sword, which she picked up.

He looked slightly stunned, but soon laughed lightly.

"Very creative," he said. "Though if I had been wearing armor your hand would be very hurt right now."

"I know," she said, smiling as well. "But I refrained myself from hitting your precious nose."

"How thoughtful of you," he took back his sword. "Should we move on to archery?"

She nodded. "I did get some good target practice in on the trip."

"Yes, I heard you have good aim when it comes to goblins."

She laughed. "Indeed. I now know what to visualize the target as."

They began to shoot arrows, with equal accuracy.

"Hmm, maybe you can finally beat Authion in one of your stupid bets."

"I already did," she smiled. "He has to clean Rodwen and mine's stable spots for a week. That reminds me, I should check if he's keeping up the bargain today."

There was silence for a few seconds, before he changed the subject.

"Do you know when you leave?" Haldir asked.

She lowered the bow she was about to fire and nodded solemnly.

"We leave in two days. Aragorn believes that would be safest. As Lord Celeborn said earlier this week, the enemy knows we are here. We must leave soon if we wish to outrun them."

Haldir looked sad, but smiled suddenly.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"That means they will still hold a farewell feast."

"They honestly still do that?" she rolled her eyes, and shot an arrow.

"Of course, it's traditional for such occasions as a fellowship. If you leave in two days, then it will be tomorrow night."

"The night before we leave," she said thoughtfully. "I would rather have another small dinner with Arphenon and his family."

"They will be there, though. Anyone in the city is welcome," he said.

"Well, I'm sure it will be lively enough then. Might as well go out with a bang."

She aimed for his target and ending up splitting one of his arrows.

"Excellent," he commented. "Perhaps you can manage yourself."

"I'm just showing off for you," she smiled. "But thanks."

"Nice shot," another voice came in.

"Whoa," she almost dropped her bow and arrow in surprise.

"Never sneak up on a girl with a sharp object, Aragorn," said Haldir.

"My apologies," the ranger said.

"Stop teasing, Haldir. It was pointed at the ground," Abigail said. "Good afternoon, Aragorn."

"Hello, Abigail, Haldir. I hope I wasn't interrupting. I was just passing by."

"No, just a small refresher lesson," Haldir explained.

"Not that I need it," she quickly said.

"Of course, dear," Haldir said.

Aragorn only smirked.

"I have a feeling you two need some manly talk. I'm going to take a small ride on Sagitta. She's still mad that I haven't rode her in so long."

"That, and you want to go punish Authion," Haldir threw in.

"I always do. Your welcome to use my bow, Aragorn," she called over he shoulder as she walked out.

"Punish Authion?" Aragorn asked.

"It's just something they do," Haldir replied. "But I think my intuitive ward was right. We should talk."

Sagitta was very excited to see Abby and Abby was excited to see the stables so clean. Authion kept his word.

"Well, he would want to know what would happen if her didn't."

Sagitta snorted, agreeing with her.

"Smart girl," Abigail said, as she stroked the horse's nose. "Let's go for a walk."

She enjoyed the smooth rhythm of Sagitta's trot as they rode around the ring. It was always a steady beat, almost like a heartbeat. On her horse, riding around for no reason, life felt so simple and normal.

Sagitta stopped suddenly, to nibble on some grass. Abigail came out of her trance.

'Better take her back in for some real food,' she thought and steered her back to the stables at a leisurely walk.

She hung up her bridle and saddle, and closed Sagitta's stall behind her. She stopped to see Carnil leaning against a beam, about 10 feet away from her.

"Carnil, what an unpleasant surprise," she spoke in elvish.

"Speak in common tongue. You can't convince me that you're a plain, Lorien elf," he said harshly.

"As you wish, though it's not like I need to do as you say."

"That could change." It sounded like threat.

"Do you want me to repeat what I did 3 years ago?" she asked, also threatening.

(A/N: The day she discovered her powers. Remember now?)

Carnil raised an eyebrow.

"And do what? Prove you're a freak? It'd be my pleasure," he said.

She was quickly losing her patience, but told herself to calm down.

"Go away, Carnil, I don't want to do this."

She started to walk past him, head held high, but he grabbed her arm.

"Scared?" he smirked.

"You should be," she whispered, and levitated him in the air, only slightly, and dumped him in a haystack.

"I have a small amount of respect of, because you are in the guard, protecting our people," she said.

He glared at her.

"Yes, I said OUR people. I love these woods and I am not abandoning them. Get use to it," she said icily.

"What I wouldn't give to see you in Mordor. Trying to act brave and strong when you are cowering inside," he managed to yell out.

She paused before going out the stable door, but didn't turn around.

"You will never see me cower, I promise that," she spoke in a low, angry voice. And she left.

Of course, she was cursing herself once she was away.

She wasn't supposed to expose her power, especially not to Carnil. That was exactly what he wanted, and this time she wasn't so sure if he would keep his mouth shut.

She debated for moment if she should find Haldir, or even Galadriel. It might not be pretty if everyone knew she was telepathic. But then again, there was only two days left in Lorien, and she didn't want anyone to be stressed or worried.

Anyway, she was soon distracted by two small elves bounding towards her.

"Lady Abigail!" they chimed.

"Why if it isn't Ana and Anders!" she mimicked their high voices. She bent down to give them a hug.

"My, look how you two have grown. You're getting taller than your sister, Anders," she said.

"That's because I'm older," he said proudly.

"Only by, like, 3 seconds," complained Ana. The little girl tugged on Abby's shirt.

"Lady Abigail, is it true you were traveling with the big group of men?"

"Yes, it's true, but how many time's have a told you two, just call me Abigail or Abby."

"Mother says to respect our elders," Anders said.

"Nonsense, I'm 7 just like you," she tickled Ana.

"You're not 7," the little girl laughed.

"Anyway, do you want to play with us?" Anders asked.

"Yeah, Lady Rodwen can't anymore. She has to stay with the baby," Ana said.

"Oh, I think I have some time, what do you want to do?"

"How about we race to the field first?" suggested Anders.

"Okay, readysetgo!" Ana giggled, and ran off.

"No fair!" yelled Anders, and dashed after his sister.

Abby laughed. "I'm gonna get you!"

They both screamed as if they were terrified.

Unknown to her, Haldir and Aragorn had been watching them from the second level (a terrace in the tree's).

"I didn't know she liked children," Aragorn said.

Haldir nodded. "She doesn't see them often, but they love it when she does. She's good at making them laugh."

"So I noticed."

Aragorn stared at the spot where she had just been.

"Would she ever stay?" Aragorn asked, looking up.

"Do you still doubt?"

"Certainly not, but she has a lot live for here, in Lorien. She does not need to slave away on such a perilous journey," he explained.

"She appreciates all she has in Lorien, she really does. But she was always longing for something more. The tree's can't hold her down, she wants to do this," Haldir said.

"So I shouldn't bother suggesting it?"

Haldir gave a small smile, looking up at the sky.

"Do what you will, but she did end up being like me in a few ways. Abigail's a smart girl if needed, but otherwise she's as stubborn as a mule."

Haldir turned back to his old friend.

"So how are you? Don't even try to convince me you're completely fine."

Aragorn sighed. "This is a task I need to do, but it not easy. I still feel at fault for my bloodline. This could have stopped so many years ago with Isildur."

"But you are not like Isildur. You are stronger and wiser. If you bore a crown I would bow to you in an instant."

"That path is still far from my mind. I would die to see Middle Earth restored to its former peace and glory, but I fight first as a ranger, not an heir."

"No matter what you want to be called, you are a great man, Abigail spoke highly of you. She would stand to see you be king, as well," said Haldir as they walked through the trees.

"Would she, now," he mused. "Nonetheless, you will never have to bow to me, my good friend."

"But nothing would stop me, friend," Haldir said, his tone both light and serious."

"We will just have to see then, I guess. We live in a couple days, but we have taken a habit of running into each other," said Aragorn.

"Especially during dark times," Haldir commented thoughtfully.

They went down some stairs, back at ground level, and ran into Abigail at the end of the path.

"Done playing so soon?" asked Haldir.

"How did you-oh never mind. Their mother called them in for supper," Abigail explained.

"Is it that late?" Aragorn said. "I should go back."

"I'll stop by later, as usual. I'm going to eat at home tonight because of the feat tomorrow."

"What feast?" Aragorn asked, confused.

"You'll find out soon enough," she said in a singsong voice.

They said their good-byes and went separate ways.

"Now, what were you so angry about before you ran into Ana and Anders?" Haldir said.

"Shoot, did Aragorn notice?"

"I don't think so, but it had me concerned for a moment."

"It was nothing," she sighed. "Carnil and I had a chat. Just like old times."

Haldir knew there was more, but he accepted her answer.

"I have a night post later on. I might be gone when you come back from the fellowship."

"Alright. Do you know when the feast starts tomorrow?"

"I believe it's a couple hours before sunset."

"Hmm, I'm sure Rodwen will want to play dress-up."

He rolled his eyes. "Your such a girl."

"Glad you noticed."

So, this was more of a filler chapter. It felt weird to skip straight to the feast so I wrote this. I hope you still found it somewhat entertaining.

I wonder what the feast will be like? Find out next chapter, which I can have out sometime in the middle of the week if I'm lucky.

Thanks to Reviewers:

KillerRubberDuckiesR-J: Oh, I'm sorry you guys are so sick. I have a nasty cold right now, so I kind of feel your pain. Not quite as bad as the flu or mono, though, is it? I'm sorry to say that Authion, like Boromir, will only be a friend. Abby's reason for not loving him on that way will be explained later. I'm thankful you guys have the strength to review even when your sick. Feel better!

Samantha-Girl Scout: I hope this pleases your mob. But remember if you kill me I can't write anymore. I found the loophole! Then again, you can just severely hurt me (gulp). LOL, thanks!

Narnian Sprite: I'm sorry to inform you that this ship moves very slowly. The best you're going to get for a while are the little hints. This is for two main reasons. One is that he hasn't dumped Arwen…yet (evil grin). Two is that if you think realistically, it would be weird to have a relationship in front of the fellowship and stuff. At the same time it's fanfiction and I don't need to be realistic, but those are my opinions. Thanks for reviewing!

ArwenEvenstar83: Yeah, the tree thing was something I do all the time. I am fairly good at running backwards. I have to be for soccer. But I constantly run into stuff. As always, thanks for the happy thoughts!

The next couple chapters are going to be fun, at least in my opinion. I'm trying to write as fast as I can. Until next time!

-MysticNight9