A/N: I'm sorry for the gap in updates again but between summer homework, swimming, and extreme writer's block I've had trouble with this story. its a short chapter but I figured it was better than nothing, all reviews are welcomed and encouraged, they help motivate me to write :)

The next morning Anra was more than happy to wake up, she had been having nightmares all night, she just kept seeing those visions from the basin over and over again except in her sleep they were more extreme and upsetting, if that was even possible. She was glad they when they started walking towards the edge of the forest, she was hoping that a change of scenery would help take her mind off of them.

When they stood at the end of the elven forest by the side of a large river the elves of Lothlorien garbed them with new cloaks that had a lovely leaf shaped clasp on them. Then Lady Galadriel presented each member of the Fellowship with a gift and different words of encouragement.

When the elf queen reached Anra she handed her a beautiful silver dagger with a snarling wolf head hilt. Anra carefully took the amazing blade from her out stretched hands, but once she wrapped her hands around the hilt it became strikingly familiar and she threw it to the ground as if it had burned her.

The rest of the Fellowship stared at her in disbelief, realizing how rude that was; she quickly bent down and picked it up muttering some apologies and excuses for dropping it. All the while fiercely snarling to herself, 'It's just a dagger, it's not inherently evil, it can't make you do anything!'

The Lady of Light met her eyes and Anra heard the elf's voice in her head say, "You have seen this blade before." It wasn't a question so much as it was a statement. "You fear what taking it might entail for the future." The voice was the same one she had heard when she had woken up in that room after her injuries had been healed.

Anra started at the Lady worried that she would be angry about Anra looking into the mirror without permission, but the elf's face remind devoid of any emotions. "You are right to fear your future, for it is dark, but do not forsake hope because the future is not set in stone and even one decision, no matter how insignificant it may seem at the time, can change it whether for better or worse. One thing is for sure though; if this quest should fail then there is no hope for anyone." Anra swallowed then nodded, knowing that she would not give up on this quest no matter how hard it became for her to go on. She tightened her hand around the dagger's hilt and dipped her head in thanks. The she-elf moved onto the next Fellowship member.

Anra was relieved to see that Aragorn had Sam and Frodo already in his boat when they were leaving. She climbed into a boat with Legolas and Gimli so that the hobbit cousins could ride together. The she-wolf didn't mind though, they were pretty content to leave her to her thoughts. Her two companions were talking about their gifts and she had to suppress a bout of laughter when she heard that Gimli's was elf hair. She actually thought it was kind of gross, besides what could he even possible do with three strands of hair?

She shook her head as she listened to the dwarf go on and on about how beautiful the elf lady was, looking an awful lot like a love struck rabbit while doing so. She was silently snickering to herself about this when Legolas broke into her train of thoughts asking, "Why did you drop your gift like that Anra?"

Quickly making up an answer Anra said, "It just slipped, it's not like it was on purpose," her voice was a little defensive.

"I wasn't saying it was," the wood elf replied evenly, "I was just surprised that you dropped it, that's all."

"Yeah well it was an accident," she snapped tartly. 'Great,' she thought sarcastically, 'now I'm thinking about why I don't want this dagger again! Thanks for that Legolas, thank you so freaking much!'

The images just kept playing over and over again in her head as if stuck on replay. She needed to do something to take her mind off them; they weren't going much further that day so she did the only thing she could do, the she-wolf shifted then jumped into the water. Gimli gave a cry of surprise as the boat rocked when she launched herself out of it into the river so she could swim beside the boats.

The water felt nice to Anra, cool and refreshing; not to mention the looks on her fellow Fellowship members' faces, they were hilarious. She paddled strongly alongside the elvish boats, since they were traveling with the current it really wasn't that hard, but she enjoyed the exercise nonetheless.

Not too long later Aragorn called out to the other two boats that they were stopping for the night. Anra splashed over to the shore line where the others were starting to unload the boats for the night, Gimli was complaining about something; from Aragorn's response she deducted that he must have decided their path.

Not really thinking anything of it Anra gave herself a good shake flinging water droplets all over. "Ugh, Anra!" Boromir cried in disgust as he wiped water off of his face. Tongue lolling out of her mouth in a wolfish grin she turned and looked at him. Upon seeing the look of disgust on the warrior's face she started to make a strange wheezing noise in the back of her throat.

At first the rest of the Fellowship watched her in worry, and then they realized that she was laughing. Smiles broke out on their faces dispersing the somber mood that had been there not but a few moments ago. They couldn't help it; it was a pretty funny site: Boromir looking horrified, Anra wheezing with her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth, and Pippin in the background also dripping from the she-wolf's attempt to get dry, cackling merrily at the situation.

After a moment Boromir also smiled a little before he wandered away to start a small cooking fire. Soon everyone, including Anra who was in her human form again, was gathered around the fire that he had started eating their dinner the somber mood starting to make its reappearance.

Anra watched Frodo with a worried gaze as Sam tried to get him to eat his dinner, he was still acting strange. She wondered if he had looked into that dreadful mirror too, if that was where he had been that night that he had come back so late from with a haunted expression.

She shoved her plate away from her having suddenly lost her appetite as well, she needed to do something, she needed to move. The she-wolf scrambled to her feet, "I—I'll be back," she mumbled before shifting and streaking off into the dark surrounding forests.

"Anra!" a few of them called out after her in distress. Aragorn growled in annoyance, grabbing his sword and climbing to his feet getting ready to chase after her into the night, but Legolas held out his hand to stop him. The elf prince then said, "There's no point in going after her, even you wouldn't be able to track her in the dark when she's shifted. Besides if anyone can take care of themselves in the forest at night it's her."

Aragorn sighed but then sat back down, even though what Legolas said was true didn't mean he had to like it. "I wonder what that was about." Merry pondered aloud.

Gimli responded, "I don't know, the lass has been acting mighty strange all day."

"Maybe she's having some feminine problems," Boromir chuckled with a slight smirk upon his face.

The hobbits looked at each other in confusion, so Aragorn cut in before they could ask what feminine problems were. "Whatever it is, it is none of our business, they are her personal problems and we should respect her privacy." Though when the ranger said this he could not help but feel guilty and wonder if it was his fault she was acting strange. He felt ashamed of himself for the way he had acted after the celebration; it was now clear to him that she did not have the same feelings for him that he had for her. He shook his head trying to clear it of those thoughts and told everyone to go to sleep, he'd keep watch tonight.