Title: What is and What May Yet Be 1/?
Author: Riddick's Succubus
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: PG-13 for this one but will be NC-17 in later chapters

**Authors note** this story takes place over a period of about 600 years, from a few decades before Gollum found the ring to a decade or so after Bilbo finds it in Gollum’s cave. I don’t own the characters or places in the story (I DO own the original characters (Lenala etc), places and the situations I put them in LOL), I just take them out for a spin every once in a while


Pale moonlight filtered down between the regal branches, like molten silver pouring to the soft moss that covered the earth within the woods of Lothlorien. Two figures, clothed in white, moved between the trees; one fair, the other dark. They made no sound as they traversed paths long forgotten, the moss damp beneath their bare feet. Strands of silver encircled their brows, wrought into intricate yet simple designs. Around them, the woods remained silent, as if waiting for something, or someone. All life within the realm of the Lady of the Wood paused as the women passed by, the late hour a signal that their journey could mean but one thing, they sought a glimpse of things that may or may not come to pass.


Stepping into a small glade, they stopped beneath an ancient oak, it’s twisted trunk showing many centuries of change in it’s environment, it’s silver leaves beginning to fall as the seasons changed and autumn began it’s steady march over the lands of Middle Earth. A small stream, fed by the river Anudin, trickled through the glade, gathering within a circle of smooth stone to form a tiny pool before moving onwards in the eternal cycle of life. The women knelt on either side of the pool, their hands extended over the water, fingers barely touching. Though the hour was late, the air still held much of the previous day’s warmth but within the glade, a sudden chill emerged, surrounding the women as they closed their eyes and began an ancient elvish chant. The water of the pool started to bubble, steam beginning to rise into the chilled air as the women continued their chant. Boiling now, the water began to swirl, turning as red as blood as the women ceased to speak and looked down into the pool, the swirl slowing as the water began to turn black as night. An image gradually formed of an Elven warrior, ice blonde hair swept back to reveal strong features that hinted at royal blood, ocean blue eyes full of warmth and laughter. The image faded, replaced quickly by another of a strange creature, its skin pale and its eyes filled with a desperate hunger that no food or drink could ever quench. A single sibilant word, spoken lovingly, struck fear into the hearts of both women.

Precioussssss

The water swirled one last time, it’s colour blood red once more as it showed a vision of battle: elves fighting against orcs consumed with bloodlust; the blonde warrior dead, an arrow piercing his heart; the lands of Middle Earth subdued and destroyed by an ancient, forgotten evil.


Suddenly the water returned to normal, the chill in the air disappearing as the women pulled away, the visions they had seen disturbing them.

“Lenala, you must hasten at once to Rivendell. Advise Lord Elrond to be watchful, for evil is stirring once more within the world. I will send word to the other Elven kingdoms, a council must be held at once. While the things we have seen may not come to pass, if we delay and take no action it could mean the destruction of Middle Earth!” spoken softly, the words struck terror into the heart of Lenala and she stared at the blonde woman opposite her.

“I shall leave at once Lady Galadriel,” getting to her feet as she spoke, she took a small silver clip from within the folds of her dress and pulled her raven locks from her face, readying herself for the long journey ahead as she and the Lady of the Wood hurried back to Lorien.

*****

An expectant hush greeted them as Lenala and Galadriel re-entered the city, large numbers of the Lorien elves gathered beneath the sprawling braches which held their homes, waiting patiently for the two to return. Although they were normal elves, they were attuned to their Lady and knew when something important had happened. Many had awoken from peaceful slumber overwhelmed with fear, a sense of danger and urgency in the air around them. Unable to reclaim their disturbed peace, they had gathered on the soft earth beneath their homes, knowing their Lady would return and hopeful of some word of comfort from her that their fear was needless. That hope was dashed as the women stepped from the darkness of the night and into the pale light cast from the dwellings above, Galadriel’s face paler than usual, her blue eyes filled with horror. None dared to speak as the women stopped, Haldir coming forward laden with travel clothing that he handed to Lenala once she had lain bare her skin, the white dress discarded on the damp moss. Dressing quickly, she collected the small saddle bags handed to her, slung her bow and quiver to her back and strode to her waiting horse. Gently grasping a small handful of dark mane, she leapt lightly onto his back, her kit arranged for travel and firmly secured in a few brief moments. Haldir manoeuvred his own mount to stand beside hers, his brothers Rumil and Orophin already astride their own steeds and ready to leave; Haldir to Mirkwood while his brothers would journey the long roads to the lands of the Naldor. They had many leagues to travel and little time in which to complete their journeys, for Galadriel knew that evil would soon return to the land and the Council needed to be assembled without delay to decide what action could be taken. Though she could not risk the journey to Rivendell herself, she was content that Lenala would represent Lorien well, Haldir and his brothers at her side. Holding up her hand in blessing of those departing, she watched the four riders gallop off together into the dark night, knowing what lay ahead of them. Once out of Lothlorien, the four would part ways, each travelling alone to their destination. Rest would be sparse for them, the roads long and dangerous to the kingdoms they sought.


Closing her eyes briefly, Galadriel wondered what fate lay ahead for her brave warriors, and for Lenala, who was not what she appeared to be. None but the Lady of the Wood truly knew who the girl was; most assumed that, due to her colouring, she was kin to Elrond of Rivendell or perhaps kin of the Lady herself. While both were true in a way, neither assumption was accurate and Galadriel would never reveal the secret that was Lenala...

Chapter 2 - Empty Roads


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