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-Nescit Cedere-

Elrond sat up with a start.

"Elrond?" Galadriel, startled by the sudden movement, turned to face her son-in-law. Elrond shook his head.

"I had the strangest dream." he murmured. Galadriel tilted her head, a knowing look in her eyes.

"You know it was not a dream." Elrond sighed heavily.

"I do not want to believe it was a vision."

"What did you see?" Galadriel inquired, setting her book down.

"Valar forbid...My family." Elrond shook his head while Galadriel raised an eyebrow, a bit bewildered. "First, it was Elros and I, then Elladan and Elrohir, then Aragorn and Legolas, now it is my grandchildren."

A look of understanding dawned over the Lady, who smiled. "I was very much the same." She admitted, while Elrond gave her a look of surprise. Galadriel laughed and shook her head. "Who do you believe Celebrian inherited it from?"

"I did believe it was Celeborn." Elrond said.

"Nay. Celeborn was much too careful and aware. I was careless and free. Now...What bothers you, ion-nin?" Galadriel asked once again and Elrond leaned back against his seat.

"I do not know. I do not understand many things." Elrond replied. "I sense an ancient magic at work in Middle Earth, but where it came from and why it has reawakened, I know not. I feel it is something to do with an event in the past, but I cannot recall anything. I have received many visions of my children and their children in Middle Earth. There was so much death...so much suffering. Elladan has lost his only son and I fear for Aragorn's children." Elrond appeared deep in thought before continuing. "It is linked to them." His brow furrowed as Elrond thought deeply about this.

"I too, have seen many visions related to them." Galadriel murmured softly, turning her head slightly towards the ocean. "Some disturbing, some relieving, and some bewildering to even me. The children will have a large role to play in the history of Arda." Elrond looked to the Lady, having noted the way she had phrased her sentence. "I only hope we will be prepared to do our part." She mysteriously added.

-Nescit Cedere-

I could do nothing but sit and stare in shock at the two Ellons before me. I could feel the power emanating from their figures.

"Morgoth." I had said only moments earlier but it felt to be hours as we continued to gaze at one another. Curiosity danced within his eyes as Sauron merely appeared uninterested.

"You know who I am, yet I do not know who you are." He stood from his throne, eyes never leaving mine. I hastily stood, gripping the journal. This could not be happening.

"Alright, I managed to find a way here, certainly there is a way back." I murmured to myself, glancing at the journal to see it recording everything that was happening. Morgoth looked at the journal and raised an eyebrow.

"You have it." he whispered. I gave him a bewildered look.

"My brother found it." I found myself explaining. "I merely took it for safekeeping. I had no idea it would do this. It is only a journal!" I tried to think of ways to return as Morgoth slowly descended the stairs. I happened to look outside to find the light of Idril streaming through the nearby window. "Nighttime...Perhaps I can return to Valinor." I thought aloud and Morgoth chuckled.

"You are in Valinor." He told me. I nearly face-palmed. He was right. As much as I had wanted to meet Morgoth and Sauron in person, it was a lot more frightening than I had believed. They practically reeked of power and evil, it was suffocating.

"Cursed journal!" I growled and snapped it shut just as Morgoth reached out. A white light flashed around me and the next thing I knew, I was floating in mid-air above tiled floor. "What in the-oof!" I grunted as I was unceremoniously dropped, the journal sliding to the ground beside me. I could swear I heard someone laughing, the sound that reminded me of the tinkling of bells but it could have just been me.

"You have returned." A voice startled me and I gasped, snapping my head up to find Elrond gazing down at me, one eyebrow raised.

"Valar! I am back." I told myself. "Hello, Daeradar!" I greeted Elrond, relieved to feel his comforting presence.

"Child," knelt down and grasped my arm. "What have you done?" He inquired and I looked to find a rather long gash going from my elbow to my wrist. Dried blood made it look worse than it truly was but I was at a loss for an answer.

"I have no idea." I replied. "One minute, I was riding my horse around Pelennor, the next, I was-" I decided it was probably not a good idea to tell him of where I had gone. "-Falling and then I was here." I lied. He gave me the look and I found it hard not to shirk back and tell him the truth.

"Come, we must treat this before it becomes infected." He said and led me down several confusing corridors till we reached a room filled with healing supplies. He had me sit down and roll up the sleeve of my shirt to take a better look. "How are Aragorn and the others?" He inquired.

"Ada is healing, thank the Valar but Glorfindel believes it will be a while before he is able to use his right arm. The twins should be coming soon," I said referring to the ones that were about to be born. "As soon as Ada is well enough, we will be travelling to Rivendell for the burial." Here, I became silent. It pained me greatly to think of Elrudyn. Elrond closed his eyes and nodded slowly. "Uncle Dan seems to be healing but he is still grieving. Other than that, everyone else is well." He had finished wrapping my arm and reached over to grasp the small bottle filled with clear, sparkling, liquid and handed it to me.

"Use this wisely, Aranyth. It is Blessed Water from the springs of Valinor. It is known to perform miracles. You cannot use more than a drop." He said and I nodded. "Aranyth, be careful, child."

I awoke to find myself lying curled up against my horse, who had dropped to his knees and protected me from the cold, northern, winds. I sat up, rubbing my head.

"Valar, Aradyn. I had an interesting dream." I told him and my horse whinnied. "What?" I looked at him then at the sky. It was already dawn! "Oh Valar! Ada will be worried!" I gripped Aradyn's saddle then hissed in pain when my arm suddenly throbbed. I looked down to find my sleeve torn and my arm wrapped in bandages. My eyes widened in surprise. "It did happen! What?" I looked to find the journal lying closed in the grass and knelt down to lift it up. Hesitantly, I opened it up to read the last page with words on it.

"'Curse this journal!'" I read, my eyes scanning the whole page. "She closed the journal with a snap just as Morgoth reached out to find herself engulfed by a white laugh. She could have sworn she heard someone laughing, the sound reminding her of the tinkling of bells." I blinked in shock and looked up to Aradyn, who had rested his head on my shoulder. "I do not understand, Aradyn. What is happening? What is going on? Why did this journal bring me to the past and why am I being taken to Valinor at night?"

I knew I wouldn't receive an answer and my mind was swimming with questions that didn't have answers. I needed to know what in Eru's name was going on, but how was I to find out? Who could I ask?

There you have it! Another chapter! Hopefully I will be updating soon! Oh, and I've published Of Elves and Rangers for any of you interested in learning about Aragorn's childhood.
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