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well anyways, here you go fourth chapter is up, and it took FOUR FLIPPING HOURS to write the first half of this... the second i did before i even finished the third chapter so... ^^"

hope you enjoy, and thanks to Elspeth left: yeah, i know -laughs- but he's been in middle earth for a decent time now, thranduil has probably had enough time to get him to behave... :)

onward!

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"Talking"

thoughts

"Elvish"

Japanese translated into English when spoken in someone's mind

CHAPTER THE FOURTH

"Fly you fools."

Aragorn could only stare in horror at the place where his dear companion and friend once was. He could hear Frodo's screams of despair. He dodged instinctively as several arrows whizzed past his head.

He started when he felt a hand clap down onto his shoulder. Turning he saw Líndal shocked face, pulling him away from the abyss.

Turning the two dashed up the stairs, they stumbled out of the god-forsaken mines and into the brightness outside.

Panting, Aragorn straightened and say that the others had broken away from each other, crying and mourning the passing of the wizard-the one that they all thought would see this quest to it's end. Aragorn turned back at the exit of the mines and saw Líndal staring at it as well. An angry expression appeared on Líndal's face.

"Yarou! Naze anata wa boku ni shinu nodesu ka? Anata wa ittai nani o kagaete ita?" He screamed at the mountain. Then Líndal sighed in sadness and frustration. "Gomeifuku wo inorimasu…ojii-sama." Líndal whispered in a more calm voice.

Ignoring the strange speech, Aragorn clapped his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Come on…" he said walking towards the rest of them. "Legolas. Get them up." Aragorn said firmly. Legolas stared at him for a moment, sadness evident in his eyes. Líndal was the only one who moved. He walked to his brother and rested a hand on his shoulder. "You heard the man." He murmured under his breath.

"Give them a moment, for pity sake!" Boromir cried, his own eyes glistening as he glared at Aragorn.

"By nightfall this hills will be swarming with Orcs. We must reach the woods of Lothlorien." Aragorn snapped, turning and walking over to Sam. "Come on Boromir, Legolas. Gimli get them up!" the others reluctantly did as he said, Líndal the only one without visible signs of despair-he had vented it all out when he screamed his final goodbyes.

"On your feet Sam." Aragorn said, lifting the hobbit to his feet. Turning and looking around, Aragorn counted eight heads in total, missing one. "Frodo?" Glancing around he saw a figure stumbling onwards. "Frodo!"

The hobbit paused and turned to him, his eyes red, speaking of his sadness and loss. Tears streaking his cheeks. Aragorn nodded in the direction in which they had to go, and the hobbit silently followed.

When he saw the others finally following him, Aragorn ran a ways a head, and spotted the forest, which they were headed for.

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Running into the forest, the hobbits marvelled at the great trees standing tall and proud around them. But they could not shake the uneasy feeling that plagued them.

"Stay close young hobbits." Gimli said in a hushed voice, waving the hobbits closer. "They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods. An Elf-witch. Of terrible power." He said, raising his axe in the air subconsciously. " All who look upon her fall under her spell."

Líndal rolled his eyes and refrained from making a comment that would enrage the dwarf and make their presence even more obvious than it is now. He watched as Frodo looked around in panic, and he wondered what it was when he had heard. Gimli continued his far-fetched tale, and Líndal debated whether or not he should interrupt.

"You're not helping Gimli" he muttered, and Legolas smiled slightly, hearing his brother's comment.

"Well, here's one Dwarf she won't ensnare so easily." Gimli growled confidently, glancing behind him at the hobbits. "I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox." He turned forward and stopped abruptly to see an arrow pointed a hair's width from his nose.

One of the elves with long icy blonde hair stepped forward and stared down at Gimli, unimpressed. "The dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark." He said in a slightly threatening voice, reminding Gimli of his place. Gimli glared at him.

Following them for several miles, twilight fell on the company as they made their way to several platforms high up in the trees.

"Welcome Legolas, son of Thranduil, and Líndal wanderer of the worlds." The elf known as Haldir and the one leading the party that found the Fellowship said, inclining his head to the two princes. Legolas and Aragorn turned to their friend in confusion. 'Líndal wanderer of the worlds'? what did Haldir mean by calling him that?

Líndal ignored them and nodded at Haldir, a spark of mischief and rebellion in his eyes. "Our Fellowship stands in your debt." Líndal said, the edges of his lip twitching for some unknown reason.

Haldir ignored it and turned to Aragorn. "Aragorn of the Dunedain. You are known to us."

Aragorn bowed, murmuring his greeting.

"So much for the legendary courtesy of the Elves!" Gimli grumbled angrily, trying to mask his discomfort. "Speak in words we can all understand!"

We have not had dealings with Dwarves since the Dark Days." Haldir glared down at him, coating the word 'dwarves' with contempt.

"And you know what this Dwarf says to that?" Gimli growled.

"Don't say it…." Líndal cautioned under his breath.

Gimli spoke a phrase in Dwarvish and to his credit Haldir's facial expression didn't change. Aragorn inhaled deeply and was about to reprimand his friend when a fist came down onto Gimli's head causing the Dwarf to yell in protest.

"That was not so courteous, baka!" Líndal snarled angrily. Haldir walked past them, turning to look at the hobbits that were standing behind the others.

"You bring great evil with you." He said, staring straight at the Ring-bearer. "You can go no further."

Líndal watched warily as Aragorn argued with Haldir. He rolled his eyes and muttered a couple choice curses under his breath. He returned to watching the two argue. Something about Haldir tugged at Líndal's memories, but he couldn't figure out what. He sighed in frustration and closed his eyes, riffling through his past, making sure not to touch on the things that he'd rather keep buried.

You will find them all one day. He remembered a woman's voice telling him. You will find them, and they will understand what you will say, though they will not remember you. You will know when you find one of them. Listen to your heart.

Líndal's eyes snapped open and he understood the person's words. Getting up onto his feet, he walked towards Aragorn and Haldir ignoring the other elves who were eyeing him warily.

"Feh. Boku wa bakadesu.. Boku ga mae ni kizukanakatta nante shinji rarenai." Líndal sneered cockily at Haldir coming up behind Aragorn. Aragorn turned to his friend in confusion.

"What are you doing?" he hissed in frustration. Trying to persuade Haldir, and now this? What's Líndal thinking?"

"Nani?" Haldir asked in surprise, his eyes narrowing at the elf's sudden appearance.

"Anata wa boku o migi ni rikai suru koto ga dekimasu ka? Boku wa sono yuiitsu no kono shita-shita de hanasu koto gawadekiru ka gimon ni omotte iru Galadriel-sama soshite shosu no hoka hanasu?" Líndal continued, Haldir's expression changing from suspicious to shocked.

"Do ka o-?"

"kanojo ni boku-tachi o jisan shi, mitsukeru…" Líndal smirked at Haldir. "What do you say…nii-san?" he asked switching back to common tongue.

Haldir 'tsk'-ed and walked to the rest of the Fellowship. "You will follow me." He said and turned and walked off, not waiting for them to respond.

"What did you say to him? what were you talking about?" Aragorn demanded as he followed Líndal.

He just smirked. "It's surprising who you can find if you look hard enough." He said cryptically and stayed silent after that.

After walking through the forest for most part of the next day. The finally came upon the heart of the wood: Caras Galadhon. Climbing up the great staircases the spun around the trees for a fair amount of time, the finally reached the top, where they were led to face an archway and some stairs.

After a moment there on their own, two figures decended, both blonde and clad in similar robes of whites and silvery grays. The hobbits save Frodo were awe struck at the beauty of the female elf, and even the men inclined their heads. For descending the steps were the keepers of the realm, Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel.

"The enemy knows you have entered here." Celeborn said, speaking first. "What hope you had in secrecy is now gone." His eyes swept over the Fellowship. "Nine there are here, yet ten there were set out from Rivendell." He said, noticing the missing number in their ranks. Tell me, where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him." he paused and added softly. "I can no longer see him from afar…"

"Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land…" the beautiful woman said in a soft voice, her eyes resting on Legolas. "He has fallen into Shadow." She said in a shocked voice.

"He was taken by both Shadow and Flame." Legolas answered her softly. "A Balrog of Morgoth… Líndal watched as shock and despair similar to what they had felt not too long ago. "for we went needlessly into the net of Moria."

"Needless were none of the things Gandalf did in life." Galadriel said, rebuking the young elf. (A/N I imagine Legolas young by elf standards. He does have those immature moments with Gimli so….) "We do not yet know his full purpose." She continued, her eyes resting onto the sober dwarf. "Do not let the emptiness of Kazad-Dum fill your heart, Gimli, son of Gloin. For the world has grown full of peril." Her eyes left Gimli's and she turned to Boromir. "For in all lands. Love is now mingled…with grief." She stared at him intently for a moment, and Boromir shuddered, and dropped his gaze.

"What now becomes of this Fellowship?" Celeborn asked, voicing the question that weighed down on all of their hearts. "Without Gandalf hope is lost."

Galadriel continued to speak, Líndal did not hear her voice. Instead she heard different words in his mind.

You have finally come, Aisuru waga ko. She said softly. Are you pleased to find your nii-san here? He has been pestering me about this 'mysterious' language for many millennia. Her gaze finally left his and switched to Frodo, as she spoke final condolences and reassurances. Then the Fellowship was dismissed to their own campgrounds to sleep.

While they prepared for sleep, a single voice began singing softly in the distance, which was slowly joined until the sad song could be heard throughout the forest.

"A lament of Gandalf." Legolas breathed, staring up at the trees around him. everyone paused what they were doing and took a moment to listen to the forlorn song that echoed around them.

"What do they say about him?" Merry asked.

"I have not the heart to tell you." Legolas whispered sadly. "For me. The grief is still too near…"

"I bet they don't mention his fireworks…" grumbled Sam, and the hobbit stood and improvised on the spot, but ended up sitting down frustrated that he could not come up with a decent enough verse.

And that was how the remainder of the Fellowship fell asleep, listening to the last song of their dear friend….

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Frodo woke to the sound of quiet footfalls. He looked up to see Líndal walking silently away from the others. On an impulse he quietly got up and followed the elf, wondering where and why he was going somewhere so late at night.

Several times Frodo lost sight of Líndal, but just as he was about to turn back to the camp he heard raised voices up ahead. He could tell that one belonged to a woman, the other a man. Frodo crept closer and peeked out from behind the tree.

Líndal's back was towards him, and he was snarling angrily at the beautiful blonde elf that he now recognized as Lady Galadriel. Frodo could easily see that Líndal was tense, but also discouraged. He spoke to Lady Galadriel in an unfamiliar language, only catching one word-a name. Midoriko.

Lady Galadriel shook her head, unyielding to Líndal pleas. She spoke in the same strange tongue and Líndal visibly deflated, and seemed to grow smaller. "Inuyasha…" she began to say, but Líndal flinched away. Lady Galadriel had a heartbroken look on her face. "Inuyasha…"

Líndal glared at her, then barked something that Frodo did not understand, then brushed past her, disappearing at the other end of the clearing.

Frodo was about to leave and follow him when a voice startled him. "Will you look into the mirror?"

He turned and stepped out of the shadows, and saw Lady Galadriel look up at him, then went to fill a silver pitcher with water from a fountain within the little clearing.

"What will I see…?" he asked, cautiously making his way towards her. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. She met his gaze seriously.

"Not even the wisest can tell…" she stepped towards a stone pedestal in the centre of the clearing, and Frodo saw that there was a basin in the middle of it. "Things that were…" she continued, pouring the water into the basin, "Things that are…" she raised the pitcher, letting the water cascade down, "And some things…" the water slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. "That have yet to come to pass." She stepped away from the mirror, inviting Frodo forward.

Frodo slowly stepped up and looked into the mirror. First he saw only his face. Then ripples began to spread from the centre, revealing the faces of each of his companions. Their faces full of doubt as they looked at him, then away. He saw the Shire as it was, then as darkness fell over it. What? He watched in horror as orcs invaded the Shire. Killing at will. He watched as the hobbits were enslaved, what was once green and good in the Shire turned Black and withered away. "No!" He breathed, not wanting this to be true. More ripples passed over the surface of the water, and Frodo begged it to be over, but that was not the case.

He watched as a raven-haired girl ran through a forest, desperate to get away from whatever was pursuing her. But yet, Frodo sensed that it pained the girl to run away-almost like she was abandoning something. He watched as she turned and her eyes widened in fear as a yellow light raked across her body. For a second, Frodo thought that nothing had happened, when deep cuts appeared on her body and blood seemed to explode from her body. The girl crumpled to the ground, her bow falling from her hands. he watched as a figure staggered out from the shadows of the trees. Frodo's eyes widened when he saw him. He was definitely not human, but wasn't an elf nor any type of creature he had ever heard of roaming Middle Earth either. He had long silver hair, violet eyes that stood out against the red where white should've been, two ragged purple stripes on his cheeks, and fangs. But most surprisingly: dog ears on the top of his head. Though, almost immediately after his appearance, these features faded away, his eyes turned amber against the normal white of his eyes, and the purple stripes faded away. Frodo watched as he stared at the girl's body in horror and another emotion that Frodo couldn't identify, then collapsed, silently screaming what he assumed was her name. He crawled over to her side, gently cradling her head in his lap as tears streamed down his face. The image dissolved once more, this time revealing a strange man with long dark hair and evil eyes, which morphed into a single one, which seemed to be made of flames.

Frodo tried to pull away, but the ring that was once hidden under his shirt dangled forward. It felt heavy, as if it was begging to be released and to join the Great Eye of Sauron. Frodo grabbed the ring in his fist and flung himself backwards, managing to break away from the basin.

"W-what was that?" he stammered, thoroughly shaken by the ordeal.

That is what will come to pass…if you should fail. Frodo heard Galadriel's voice in his mind. The Fellowship is breaking…it has already begun. She stared at him intently. He will try to take it from you…you know of whom I speak.

Frodo gazed fearfully at her, knowing exactly of whom she was talking about. If you ask it of me… he began, despair treaded deep within his voice, I will give you the One Ring.

Frodo watched as Galadriel's eyes widened at his words. "You offer it freely?" she asked, her shock easy to hear in he voice. Frodo remained silent. Conflicting emotions passed over her face, and she shut her eyes tightly for a single moment before opening them.

"Frodo…I cannot take it." She said in a quiet voice. "Before I was a bearer of a Ring of Power…I was the keeper of another object. One so powerful that it could grant any heart's desire…" She gazed sadly at Frodo from her place. "I was defeated, trying to protect it…and it was passed on to another after many years…"

Frodo looked at her, extremely confused at what was happening. Suddenly something clicked in his mind. "The vision…of that girl who died…is she the one who looked after this object after you died…?" he asked hesitantly.

The elf turned away from him, sadness etched onto her face. "That is not my story to tell, my young hobbit. A more suitable person to ask…would probably be Líndal."

Frodo opened his mouth to ask why, but Lady Galadriel held up a hand, halting the question. "You must ask yourself to find the answer." She said cryptically, gliding off deeper into the woods. "Retrace your steps…you should find him."

Frodo watched as the elf disappeared into the trees, before taking off back to the camp.

He had ran a good way back, when he stumbled on a root, and fell face first into the ground. Frodo shut his eyes tight, waiting for pain to come. But when it didn't he looked up to see Líndal holding him by his elbow, steadying the hobbit.

"What are you doing?" the elf asked, suspicion in his eyes.

"um…I…" Frodo stammered uncertainly at the awkwardness of the situation. "Lady Galadriel…she, uh…"

Líndal shook his head in exasperation and swore in the same language that Frodo had heard him speak before. "She sent you to find hear about my past directly huh…?" he muttered, sounding extremely annoyed. "Why should I?"

"I think you owe it to us brother." Líndal's head snapped up and he saw Legolas and Aragorn step out of the shadows of the trees.

Líndal laughed bitterly. "And I'm being followed around by half the fellowship because…?"

"I think that we deserve some answers Líndal." Aragorn said softly. "We're friends aren't we? Do you not trust us?"

"Of course I trust you, you dumbass. Haven't I saved your butt enough times for you to get that?" Líndal growled.

"Even I Líndal. You're like a brother to me, and yet I don't know anything about your past. If you cannot tell me, then who will you tell?" Legolas asked, sadness evident in his voice. Mithrendir had fallen, and his brother in all but blood did not trust him enough to tell him of his past? Why? Why must dark things like this plague them when they needed each other the most?

"Líndal…Lady Galadriel said…well she called you something…" Frodo began hesitantly, recovering from his surprise at the other men's appearance. "Inu-Inuyasha?"

Just as the word left his mouth Frodo felt himself being picked up roughly and pinned up against a trunk of a tree.

Frodo squeezed his eyes shut for a moment praying that no more violence would befall him. After a second he opened his eyes warily and saw Líndal's face inches away from him, his eyes speaking of his rage, despair…and fear.

"Never. Call me. By that name." he snarled, his grip tightening around the front of Frodo's shirt.

"Líndal." Aragorn growled placing a hand on Líndal shoulders. "Let go of Frodo."

Líndal stared at him for a moment, and Frodo swore that his eyes were violet…and not the normal amber colour that Frodo had come to know. Eyes that were deadly. Eyes that were cold. Eyes that wouldn't hesitate to kill.

Slowly, Líndal's grip slackened, and Frodo slid to the forest floor slowly. He looked up at Líndal warily and saw that shame and uncertainty had replaced the rage. Líndal turned abruptly and walked up to another tree and punched the trunk. So hard that there was a crater left in the bark.

"Now I really have to tell you don't I?" he grinned bitterly. "Fine. But don't expect it to be full of puppy dogs and rainbows."

helpful notes:

Aisuru waga ko- beloved child

sama- lord (or in this case Lady) Japanese honourific

baka-idiot

*also note* i'm leaving some japanese untranslated because the Fellowship doesn't understand it. :)

i'll probably mention it later on in the story.

also i'd like to say that i got the japanese off GOOGLE TRANSLATE meaning if something's incorrect i apoligize, if you tell me how to i will fix it. :)

there you go! hope you liked it!

reviews are appreciated! if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask!

-moony