The long awaited chapter 12! sorry this took so long, I was waiting for my inspiration to come...fellow writers, I'm sure you understand.

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CHAPTER 12

AMY

We had been staying in Lothlorien for a few days now, and what the Lady had said to me had not yet left my mind. What was the prophecy? I wanted to find out so badly, but as they say, it was curiosity that killed the cat. I wanted to know, but I figured it best that I didn't.

My muscles slowly loosened as the warm water dripped over my head. I had been so stressed it felt good to relax. I stood on a wet rock surrounded by a small pool of water under a waterfall in a secluded part of the woods. I could see all the dirt and sweat trickle away down my bare skin and mix with the crystal clear, perfectly clean water. I ran my fingers through my hair and scrubbed my skin to get off all the dirt. Never before had I showered under a waterfall, but it felt good considering I hadn't bathed in a long time.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head up as the water came over the rocks and plopped onto my face. I let out a slight smile and opened my eyes. Looking around, I saw trees, trees, and more trees. Their branches lightly swayed back and fourth in the breeze and their leaves tumbled in the wind.

It was comforting hearing only the sound of nature. No hobbits yelling, swords clashing, people talking, just the sound of the wind and the water. Slowly, as I closed my eyes again, more sounds came into play. I could hear my own soft breath, and my heartbeat pounding through my ears. There was the sound of the leaves touching ground, and if you listened very closely, it was almost as if the trees were whispering to each other. Faintly I could hear their own noise, none like I had ever heard before. Suddenly, A bright flash of red came before my eyes and I could see an eye. More images flashed before the inside of my eyelids, so many I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing. I opened them. In shock, I stood there for a moment with one hand on the sheet of rock behind the waterfall, another on my chest as I tried to catch my breath. Something wasn't normal.

I turned around and looked at the trees behind me. Everything was silent. No noises of wind or leaves, no heartbeat, just the water pounding on the rocks.

"What was that?" I whispered to myself as I grabbed my clothes. I quickly put them on and walked back towards our camp.

I was power walking through the woods and came to a halt. The world started to turn around in circles as jumbled noises raced through my head. It was driving me crazy. My ears started ringing. My eyes closed shut tightly and my hands went over my ears as I fell to my knees. The world continued to spin. The noise stopped and it was calm once more. The only noise was the whispers of the trees.

"Amy?" I heard from a distance. It wasn't a call, but more of a question. "What are you doing?"

"I have no Idea," I answered as Legolas grabbed my hand and helped me off the ground.

"Something's bothering you…"

"No, I'm fine, really."

He looked at me with disbelief, but left it at that. You have to pick and choose your battles. He was not about to argue about my well being. I had already made it perfectly clear that when I say I'm fine, that means I'm not ok but don't bug me about it. It was a battle he was sure to loose.

Slowly I walked, my mind wandering, ignoring the fact that Legolas was even there. I pondered on my day, and the past few moments. What was that all about anyway? There were small whispers in my head again. This was starting to get REALLY annoying.

"Ok, will you guys SHUT UP ALREADY!" I looked up at the sky and yelled.

"Who are you talking to?" Legolas asked. I looked at him, embarrassed, not knowing what to say.

"Um…well…this is going to sound crazy, but I think the trees are trying to tell me something." He didn't find that strange at all.

"Then you should listen. You don't need to be able to understand their language; just the way they speak lets you understand their message. You can feel what they say through their tone of voice." He had a look in his eyes that was so romantic, so…passionate about what he spoke. He felt so much for the forest and the nature and his surroundings, I almost feel sorry for him thinking about leaving this gorgeous place.

"I take it you talk to them a lot then."

"Yes," was his only reply. The rest of our short trip was silence. When we reached out little camp he looked at me and said, "sit in the silence for a moment, it's easier to talk that way." Then he walked off to do something that I could not even imagine what.

I walked out into the small clearing and sat up against a tree. I sat there for a moment and soaked in the silence. Then, the whole atmosphere of the forest changed. It got very tense. The whispers seemed almost distressed, something I had not picked up on preciously. I had finally gotten the message. They were warning me of something.

Slowly, I stood up. "Thanks guys." I whispered.

A few hours later it had grown dark, though the lights of the city kept us lit. Walking around I stumbled back upon the clearing and found Legolas again.

"They were warning me." I told him as I sat on the ground against the same tree, and looked up at the barely visible stars.

"And I as well."

"But of what, that's my question."

He paused for a moment. "I don't know. We have to wait and see."

"I guess so." I started to shiver from the cold. Of course, elves can't feel the cold, so he put his arm around me and pulled me closer. My head lay on his shoulder and I pulled my knees in and folded my arms to keep them warm as we both looked up at the sky. We fell asleep like that that night.

The next morning I woke up early and Legolas was still asleep. The sun was barely up. The time was probably around 5:30, unnaturally early for me to weak up. I looked up at Legolas' head and found that it was lying against mine, which was on his shoulder. Lightly, I shook him and he slowly woke up.

"What? It's early." He muttered.

"Get up, I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea. We should probably go back to our tents."

"Alright, I just want to sleep," he muttered again as he slowly got up and walked like a zombie back to his tent. I did the same. I, however, did not go back to sleep. I laid there and stared upwards, for once not thinking about Legolas, or the ring, or anything of the sort. All I could think of, for once, Tommy.

TOMMY

I was bored. Lonely. I missed home. I missed my sister. I missed the life this place used to have when everyone was still here. All the parties, the feasts, the noises, were gone now seemed like a graveyard. A ghost town. Beautiful, but dead. All the elves were leaving. No one bothered to tell me where they were going. All I knew was that Arwen refused to leave. She loved Aragorn too much. That's what she told me.

Day after day all I did was worry about the fellowship. Where they were, what they did, if they were still alive. My sister, how was she? I didn't know, and it bothered me. I badly wanted to take a horse and ride off and find her, and join her. I was nine now. I was older then she was when she left. I know she would say I was still too young, but I felt so much older.

Arwen was always reassuring me that she was fine. She had Legolas to protect her. Arwen said they were close, she just wouldn't say how close.

But who did I have? I had no one. I was here alone, with only Arwen to keep me company. Sometimes we would go out to the gardens and just sit, each knowing what the other was thinking and having silent conversations. I knew she missed Aragorn, she knew I missed home and my sister.

One day I was walking by the stables and felt drawn to it. Closer I walked. I opened the door and there was a beautiful mare. As I got closer, she was a bit restless, but calmed down. I reached out my hand and she walked closer to me. There was a mutual connection at that moment. I knew I had to go.

"You'll need this."

I turned around to see Arwen holding a small pack. I opened it to find lots of lembas bread, water, clothes, weapons, and a map.

"We can't keep you hare forever. Rivendel may keep out the enemies, but it cannot keep hold on a restless spirit."

I hugged her, thanked her, and climbed on the horse.

"You're young, but you have your sister's blood. Your sense of direction will guide you. Defense comes to you naturally. You will know how to use a sword the moment you pick it up. Your heart is in the right place, and with that you will find what you're looking for." She paused for a moment. "The horse's name is Eirien. It means daisy in Sindarin. Take care of her."

And with that I was off. A nine year old, out in the wilderness, all by myself. Amy would kill me, but I didn't care. It was a little unbelievable that the elves would send me off and encourage my parting, but again, I didn't care. I had to find my sister.

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Sorry if you wanted a little more about the prophecy in this chapter, but I'll for sure talk about it next chapter. And didn't I tell you Tommy would come back!