Thank you to Aragorn II Elessar for some suggestions.
Caras Galadhon
Night
That night, the Fellowship made camp under a white tent. Gimli was already asleep, tucked into a bed while Aragorn sharpened his sword. The Hobbits were readying themselves for bed as The Doctor, River and Legolas stood outside the tent, listening to songs that seemed to come from everywhere.
"A lament for Gandalf," Legolas explained to the others.
Aragorn stopped in his task as they all stopped to listen to the songs, only Aragorn and Legolas able to understand the music.
"What do they say about him?" Merry asked.
"I have not the heart to tell you," Legolas said softly before turning to Merry. "For me, the grief is still too near."
"I fear you are not alone in that," The Doctor noted, glancing at where Amy and Rory had taken refuge by one of the roots, Rory having his arms wrapped around her as Amy buried her head in the crook of Rory's shoulders.
River glanced at them as well, knowing even The Doctor couldn't understand her parents in that moment. While he would assume Amy had fallen asleep, River knew Amy was clinging to Rory as she usually did in times of great emotional distress. Even before Amy Pond had been ready to admit how she felt about Rory, he was always the one she turned to when she felt lost and alone in this world. The one constant, reliable presence in Amy's uncertain life.
River supposed it ran in the family, musing on many moments as Mels where she sought out Rory to comfort her from the cold, cruel world.
"I bet they don't mention his fireworks. There should be a verse about that," Sam said before standing up.
"The finest rockets ever seen
They burst in stars of blue and green
Or after thunder silver showers,
Came falling like a rain of flowers."
Sam sighed and sat back down, dejected.
"It doesn't do them justice," Sam said miserably.
"I thought it was excellent," River assured him and Sam smiled weakly.
"Thank you Miss River," Sam accepted the compliment with grace.
Rory watched absently as Aragorn got up, walking outside the tent, where Boromir sat on a root, deep in thought. He was wondering what they were talking about when Amy spoke up, almost startling him.
"'m sorry," Amy said in his neck and Rory frowned, pausing in his stroking of her hair, not even having realized he was still doing it.
"For what?" Rory asked and Amy lifted her head so she could see his face.
"For dragging you into this. If I hadn't made you go into the TARDIS, if I'd been a little less scared…we'd be home and married by now," Amy said remorsefully and Rory was silent for a long moment.
"Maybe. Or we all might be dead or never happened, considering if we hadn't been there, no one would've let The Doctor out of the TARDIS and the whole universe never happened," Rory pointed out. "It's all very confusing."
Amy couldn't help but laugh at Rory's disgruntled expression and Rory smiled slightly before continuing.
"I never cared where we were, just that we were together. If I could go back and do it all over again, I would do everything exactly the same," Rory said, to Amy's surprise. "Well, maybe not exactly the same. I'd definitely drag The Doctor away from that crack before either of us could get blasted. But still, I have no regrets."
"I love you," Amy said softly, realizing she'd never told him before. "I know It doesn't always seem like it, that I can be…difficult. But I do love you."
"I know. And I love you too," Rory said before leaning down and their lips met.
Sometime later that night, The Doctor was leaning against a root outside the tent, unable to sleep. Hearing someone pass, he looked up, surprised to see Galadriel walking out of the tent, none of his companions waking. She walked right passed him, not seeming to have seen him.
Unable to help himself, The Doctor got to his feet, following after her. Galadriel led him down a flight of stairs where there was a fountain. The Doctor walked down the steps as Galadriel captured some water with a nearby pitcher before turning around, facing The Doctor.
"Will you look into the mirror?" she asked.
The Doctor looked at the fountain, quickly realizing this was the mirror she spoke of. Clearly, it had some kind of unnatural properties. But it wouldn't be the first time that something had shown him things that were not there.
"What would I see if I did?" The Doctor finally asked and she smiled mysteriously.
"Even the wisest cannot tell. For the mirror shows many things," Galadriel said as she approached a nearby structure resembling a bird bath, pouring water into it without taking her eyes off The Doctor. "Things that were. Things that are. And some things…that have not yet come to pass."
Galadriel stepped back and, after a moment, The Doctor stepped forward, unable to help himself. He looked into the depression, seeing only his reflection at first.
Then, the water rippled and his reflection faded away. The Doctor paled as he saw images of the Time War, followed by The Warrior wiping out the Time Lords. The Doctor gripped the side of the stone structure so tightly his knuckles turned white as he attempted to regain control of himself.
But the Mirror wasn't done. He saw his previous Regeneration watching helplessly as Rose Tyler was almost sucked into the void, followed by witnessing River's death and then erasing Donna Noble's memory.
But what The Doctor saw next made his blood run cold. First, he saw himself on a lake, being shot by someone in an Astronaut suit. Then he saw Amy, in a white gown, crying as a wailing baby was yanked from her arms. Then he saw Amy and Rory, falling from a top a building, holding onto each other. Then a grave stone that read 'In loving memory, Rory Arthur Williams, aged 82 and his loving wife Amelia Williams, aged 87'.
Then he saw an army attacking London. As he stared horrified, he saw Jack Harkness, staring with a gun as he prepared to fire at some unknown enemy, followed by Donna holding her head, her eyes glowing gold before she screamed in pain.
The mirror then showed his reflection once more and The Doctor stumbled back, overwhelmed by what he had just seen. He breathed raggedly for a few moments before Galadriel spoke again.
"I know what you saw," The Doctor looked up at her as she said this. "For it was also in my mind."
"Is that gonna happen?" The Doctor inquired his mind racing.
He was under no illusions that this was some kind of trick. He'd been around too much to know what that looked like. What he had seen was beyond even The Master's capacity for trickery.
"What was that?" The Doctor demanded.
"They were of events that can or will come to pass if you should fail," Galadriel said although her voice still showed no sign of her reaction to what she had seen.
"How is it possible that it showed the future?" The Doctor wondered.
"You of all people know that sometimes, things happen that we do not understand. But what is clear is that all of Middle-Earth may still need you Doctor," Galadriel said and The Doctor resisted the urge to scoff, barely.
"How? I have no screwdriver, I have no TARDIS. What use am I?" The Doctor grumbled and she smiled mysteriously.
"You have what you have always had: your mind and your heart. Those are of more value than any technology," Galadriel told him. "Especially here. The Fellowship will need you to keep them grounded. Especially your friend, the Centurion. And you must trust River Song."
"Trust her? I don't know her," The Doctor scoffed at the idea.
"Do you not?" Galadriel asked calmly.
The Doctor faltered slightly, remembering how River had known his name upon his first encounter with her.
"You need concern yourself with what you cannot control Doctor, focus on what you can," Galadriel told him gently. "Many trials will soon await you, both in this world and your own. Tread carefully Doctor, and rest. So you may have the strength to face them."
The Doctor stared at her for a moment before nodding, turning back and heading up the stairs, his mind on what he had seen in the mirror.
And now the Mirror is done too. Did anyone honestly doubt The Doctor would end up being the one to look into it?
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the scene with The Doctor looking into the mirror. Until next time.
