Gandalf looks down at you. He is sitting in a spot blocking you from the view of the rest of the fellowship. You try to sit up but he presses down on your shoulder. You aren't sure if he is angry with you as his face remains neutral.

"When were you planning on telling me?" he asks. "I need to determine if you are a threat to the mission, whether it be intentional or unintentional." Surprisingly, he does not sound accusatory.

"I was going to tell you when we were a little further along. I was worried you would send me back to Rivendell if you knew."

"So it is true. You can communicate with the Dark Lord of Baraddur," Gandalf says it as a statement and studies your face. "Have you been passing him information?"

"No! Of course not," you feel offended at the suggestion and try to sit up again. Still, Gandalf will not allow you to move. "It's actually been quite the opposite. He has been offering me power in the form of knowledge about myself if I will submit to him but I have refused him every time."

Gandalf studies your face further, searching for any signs of a lie or a trace of the influence of the Dark Lord.

"How much did Aragorn and Legolas tell you?" you question him, taking advantage of the silence.

"Very little, Aiweneth. Though you may benefit from telling me your story, the whole story. I have much more wisdom than the two of them and I am much more learned in the lore of the world."

"I will tell you everything, I promise, but I will not tell it right now, right here, or like this."

Gandalf considers you for a moment. "Very well. You will tell me tonight when during my watch over the camp. Then we should not be disturbed or overheard."

You nod in agreement.

"Does your head feel okay?"

"It does," you say, "it actually feels like I never hit it at all."

Gandalf allows you to sit upright and announces to the fellowship that they will all be camping here for the night. This was not unexpected as the sun was already beginning to set and dusk was quickly turning to darkness.

For the rest of the evening, you avoid the gaze of the hobbits and Boromir and Gimli. None of them knew of your link to Sauron and you certainly did not want to tell them about it. They would probably think you're a spy. While you waited for Gandalf's turn to take watch, you considered what Sauron had said to you about your alleged power.

'I will tell you this, your power is closer to that of my nazgul than that of the elves.'

It did not sit well with you and you didn't know what it meant. What can the nazgul do that the elves cannot?

'They inflict fear in people,' you think. You quickly dismiss the thought, no one you have met has seemed to be afraid of you. Unless... maybe they would be if they knew Sauron was fond of you or that you could talk to him even when you are so far removed from him...

Finally, it is time to speak to Gandalf. You tell him everything that you had told Legolas and Aragorn.

"...He said he was fond of me, otherwise he would have killed me. He also told me that my power was more similar to the power of the nazgul than the power of the elves," you finish.

Gandalf sits, appearing to be deep in thought. Several minutes pass before he finally says anything.

"I knew a Moraina once, many ages ago. She was an enigma," Gandalf says slowly. You give him a quizzical look before he finally continues. "She was capable of doing great acts of good as well as doing great acts of evil. Many thought her to be insane. She disappeared when the menace came into power. Some said that she had died, vanquished by Melkor, others said she was in hiding... a small number of people said she had become an agent of evil. Nobody is sure of what really became of her, the only thing that is known is that she was found dead after the War of Wrath."

You sit in silence for a few moments and finally speak in a barely audible whisper, "Sauron told me I had died in the War of Wrath."

Gandalf looks at you out of the corner of his eye, "perhaps you are her then. But you say you cannot remember a thing?"

You shake your head no.

"Very curious indeed..."

For the rest of the night, you sat under the stars with Gandalf. The land could not have been more peaceful.