Uncle Aragorn came to me the next morning.
"You ready?"
"Yes."
"Today will only be a preview of what we will teach them. We also have to take measurements of their arms."
I got dressed. They were waiting for us in the training room.
"When will we get our swords?" Emmett eagerly asked.
Rosalie shot him a glare.
"Today is only a preview of what you will learn by the end of the summer. We have to take measurements of your arms before we can get you a sword." Uncle Aragorn said.
I pulled out my sword. As did dad.
Those swords are gorgeous." Emmett said.
"Emmett, be quiet and pay attention!" Dad growled.
"You see how they grip the hilt? You have to grip it tight; but not too tight. You control the weapon; not the other way around."
Dad and I circled. Dad swung and I ducked.
"You have to anticipate the move without letting your opponent knowing." Dad said.
I swung and got his shoulders.
"Very good. Never get yourself distracted and never turn your back on your enemy." Uncle Aragorn said.
"So, it's just like fighting newborns, but with weapons." Jasper realized.
"You are correct, Mr. Hale."
After a while, we took the measurements.
"What are orcs and uruk-hai?" Marcus asked.
"They were once men. Corrupted by their greed, they took rings of power. They are nothing more than servants to Saruman now." Uncle Aragorn said.
He then went to town and got the swords. I walked out back. Aro, Marcus, and Caius followed me. I laid my head on Marcus' lap. A blonde man came out of the woods.
"Uncle Legolas!"
"Trixie! Where have you been? I missed you like crazy!"
"Dad and I had our memories taken from us. We just got them back."
He hugged me.
"Where's Strider?"
"He went into town."
We took a walk.
"Were you just lying on the Volturi brothers' lap?"
"Yes. They are my fiancées."
He was surprised. Uncle Aragorn called everyone in and handed out the swords and its carrier with the belt. They each pulled out their swords.
"Wow. This is so cool." Emmett said.
I looked out the window.
"Well, now is the time to use them."
Uncle Aragorn looked out the window.
"Not again."
We all ran out and started to fight.
"Where are they all coming from?" Aro asked.
"Isengard! Saruman is sending them!" I yelled.
"Trixie! Above you!" Dad yelled.
But the winged Nazgul picked me up and threw me.
"Trixie!" Marcus yelled.
He fought his way over to me. He lifted me up and brought me to the lake. He started to clean my wound. I woke up.
"Marcus?"
'I'm here, baby."
My wound started to heal. After the war, I was carried inside.
"Are you all right?" Dad asked.
"I've had worse."
I then winced in pain.
"You're staying in bed."
My head was on Caius' lap.
"I can live with that."
Dad rolled his eyes and chuckled. Caius kissed my forehead.