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Author’s Notes:

Hey! Check it out, I am updating again. The second time in what (checks) two days? Uh huh. I am very proud of myself, especially since this is a long chapter too. Well, that’s what I get for working at my mom’s ice rink all day on my gym vacation, sitting there for about an hour at a time until the next session to see who gets on it. Yup, even when I actually have time off to have a life, I still don’t have one. I think I’m just gonna give up and go buy one.

This chappy had songs, but I had to cut them out due to ff dot net's new rules. So if it's choppy, that's why. I'll fix it up as soon as I get the chance. Please understand. :)

Also, I really am excited about this chapter. It pieces the story all together if you get my meaning. But just a little note that I don’t think I mentioned before: Lauren and Kate had first arrived in Middle Earth in the year 2004 of our time. Oh, and Jill was a good friend and gymnastics teammate with Kate, just in case you forgot since she was barely mentioned in the beginning of the fic.

You're My Light in the Dark

Chapter 30

Everyone lay asleep, on comfortable beds beneath the stars. Crickets chirped, and the fair woods of Lorien seemed to glitter under the bright light of the moon. Everyone was asleep except Frodo and I. We lay entwined in each other's arms.

"I love you, Frodo," I said, my head resting on his chest.

He kissed the top of my head and murmured, "And I you."

This seemed like just a dream to me. Off in the distance, not really happening. This isn't even suppose to be happening, I reminded myself.I was never meant to be here. He wasn't even suppose to know thatI existed. Yet here I am . . .

I sat up and got off the bed, getting a questioning glance from Frodo. Imotionedto him, and he got up as well. He grabbed my hand and took off running, leading me through the mystical woods.I laughed, and it seemed to echo off the trees and bouncing back to my ears.

We ended up finding ourselves at the side of a beautiful lake. The moon and the stars reflected off of the cool crystal surface of the water. He kissed me, his lips like a fire, slow and gentle at first then gradually the flames grew larger, engulfing us both into the night . . . (a/n: haha, fill in the blanks, people. :P )

Our group had been guests in Lorien for almost a month now. We had all healed our wounds and had gathered back our strength. As our strength grew, so did our friendships. The Fellowship, which in the beginning didn't really have anything to do with friendship at all, it was more of like an alliance pact if you ask me. Come on, let's face it. Gimli and Legolas hated each other when we left Rivendell. And come to think of it, no one really liked my sister and I besides our fellow hobbits and Gandalf, which might only be because he loved hobbits in general. But now, it was much different. We have come a long way. But even such good friendships can be destroyed by evil.

I'm afraid of what's to come. I'm afraidof the downward spiral of darkness and evilonce we leave this 'safe haven' - and that I won't be able to do anything about it, or perhaps even make it worse than what it would have been had I not been here.

My companions were once again sleeping, and yet again I lay awake. Except this time Frodo was dreaming with them as well. Lauren tried to stay up with me, but sleep took her, so here I am alone. Tonight was important.

Galadriel walked silently by where I lay. She smiled at me before going on her way. From beside me, Frodo woke with a start and sat upright. I closed my eyes pretending to sleep, waiting for him to follow her.

He followedGaladriel to her garden. Her back was to him as she dipped an ewer into a pool, filling it with water. Beside her on a stone pedestal was what looked like a silver dish. She turned to face him, almost as if she was expecting for him to be there with her.

"Will you look into the mirror?" she questioned, motioning to the dish.

"What will I see?" Frodo asked.

"Even the wisest cannot tell." She held up the ewer and began pouring the water out into the dish. "Things that were, things that are . . . " she emptied the ewer, "And some things that have not yet come to pass."

Frodo stepped up to the mirror, only to see his reflection. He glanced at Galadriel, who nodded, then lowered his gaze back down to the water. The water rippled and he saw a vision of his friends. Pippin, Lauren, Merry, and Kat were huddled together in darkness. Their faces were smeared with a mixture of dirt and blood. Kat looked up at him, her eyes shinning from tears. He could hear her whispering. "It was all my fault . . ."

The vision changed. He saw Sam captured by orcs, being whipped.

The vision changed again. Bag End was in front of him, just the way he remembered it. The garden was in full bloom, the scarecrow's hay floating away with the wind. Lily and Rosie sat on the doorstep smiling, glad to see him. Then the next moment it was all wrong, so terribly, terribly wrong. His house was engulfed in flames, the sky dark. Hobbiton was destroyed beyond repair. No more. Rosie and Lily were being beaten, abused.

The Eye filled the mirror, speaking horrible words in the Black Speech. The ring slipped out from underneath his shirt and was being pulled into the water. Terrified, he grabbed the ring and launched himself backwards away from the mirror, landing on his back on top of the soft grass. He sat up, the ring clutched tightly in his hand, breathing heavy.

Galadriel looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "I know what it is you saw, for it is also in my mind." It is what will come to pass if you should fail. she said telepathically. The Fellowship is breaking. Things are in motion that cannot be undone. He will try to take the ring. You know of whom I speak.

If you ask it of me I shall give you the One Ring. Frodo replied. Opening his palm, he offered it to her.

"You give it to me freely," the Lady of the Wood said surprised of his resilience to the evil in his hand. "I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this." She made her way toward him, her hand outstretched, ready to take the little piece of gold from the hobbit's hand. But as she came closer, her appearance changed dramatically, frightfully. She became a light enclosed in shadow, her features like one of a ghoul’s. Frodo took a step back in alarm, and she began to shout.

"In place of a DARK LORD, YOU WILL HAVE A QUEEN! NOT DARK BUT BEAUTIFUL AND TERRIBLE AS THE DAWN! TREACHEROUS AS THE SEA! STRONGER THAN THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE EARTH! ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR!" She slowly returned to normal, her face pale; she was afraid of had just occurred. "I have passed the test," she murmured. "I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel . . . "

"I cannot do this alone," Frodo said. Galadriel knelt down in front of him.

"A ball is in motion that cannot be stopped. But that doesn't mean that we cannot change the course of which that ball travels," she said. She glanced over to the edge of the garden, where I was standing, and where I hadwitnessed the whole scene. Frodo turned to follow her gaze and was surprised to see me there. "You will not be alone, Ringbearer." She gave him a kiss on his brow and stood up and faced me.

"Will you look into the mirror?"

"What will I see?" I questioned. And without thinking I added, "You have known that I already know the things that were, the things that are, and what has not yet come to pass." The moment they passed my lips I regretted my words. Frodolooked at me with a questionable expression on his face.

Galadriel you already know what you must do.

I nodded in reply, and she motioned to the mirror. I approached it and looked into the water.

Let's go back

I saw myself back on regular Earth, I looked around 16, the age I was when I found myself in Hobbiton. I was in a competition doing skills I had never done in my life. I saw myself win level 10 Nationals.

Then I saw Lauren, she quit figure skating and mom's program (much to our mother's disapproval), and went back to public school. She was popular and still the wise ass she is now. And to my horror, I saw her get into a really bad car accident as a senior in high school. A drunk driver had hit her head on. She had died at the age of 18.

Years passed before my eyes and I was in college, going to MIT. Captain of the women's gymnastics team and a good student. I graduated and began writing. I ended up movingto Florida a few months later, where Jill now resided after she had graduated from down there.

I saw Jill, she looked about 20 years old. She was cleaning up an apartment I didn't recognize. A book fell off of a shelf, and as she picked it up, an old picture fell out of it's pages. It was a photo of her, Lauren, and me at Cannobie Lake Park, the very same photo of mine that Frodo had magically found in Rivendell. She held it up, tears welling in her eyes; she stuffed the picture back into the book and threw it back onto the shelf to be forgotten. Her memories were too painful.

The vision changed and I saw a graveyard. One tombstone stood out above the rest, and I saw that it was my mother's. She had committed suicide.

May Marie Tamsin

1963 - 2009

Then I saw some sort of party. A big hobbit bash taking place around the Party Tree. Everyone was there; Lauren, Merry, Lily, Sam, Pippin, Rosie, and for some reason even Legolas and Gimli were there as well. Poppy was there too, not surrounded by her group of clones which was a surprise, and she was actually being nice to all of my friends - an even bigger surprise was that they were being nice to her also. Frodo and I couldn't be seen.

The scene cleared and a ghost of a little hobbit girl stood before me. Her curly dark brown hair blew about her in the wind. Her eyes were a shade of icy blue; they seemed so familiar that it was starting to unnerve me. A lone tear slid down her cheek.

Cause different

The water in the mirror went blank once more, and I stepped back away from it in shock. I thought I had known what once was, what is, and what was meant to be. I meant by I knew what was going on in the War. I meant I knew Middle Earth's past and destiny. But Galadriel opened my eyes to what the consequences were for me being here, where I'm not suppose to even exist.

Now you know, Kate. Galadriel said inside my head. Now you understand.

"Even the smallest person can change the course of the future," the Lady of the Wood said. She gave a slight smile before exiting the garden, leaving Frodo and I alone.

He turned to me, disbelief and sorrow clearly seen on his face. "You knew that Gandalf was going to fall, didn't you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You've known everything since the very beginning. That was how you knew about the council in Rivendell, that we were going to go through the mines . . . " he trailed off, tears flowing freely down his face at this point.

"I also knew that you were going to be stabbed on Weathertop," I said while averting my gaze. The look of sadness on his face only made it harder for me to speak. "By a Morgal blade. The scar would have never fully healed, the poison of the Witch King forever flowing through your veins."

"But how?" Frodo asked. "I don't understand."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Lauren and I came from some place very far away. A very different place. We lived in a place called New Hampshire, with our mother who wasn't very nice to us. Thereis no magic in New Hampshire, or any placenear it. There are no elves, hobbits, dwarves,or orcs there. Only humans.

"There were fictional books though, stories that authors made up. Theauthors made up worlds of fantasy and magic, things we had only dreamed of. I loved these stories and would often spendhours upon hours of reading these books, getting lost in these mystical stories. One day I came across a trilogy that I hadn't read yet, called 'The Lordof the Rings'." I smiled sadly at the memory. I looked at Frodo who was still listeningintently to my story, my past.

"It was a story about a hobbitnamed Frodo Baggins andthe quest he and his friends had gone on to destroy an evil ring that his uncle Bilbo had found." Frodo stared at me in shock as I said that, but I kept on going.

"It was my favorite. I loved them so much that I practically became obsessed. I studied every tiny bit of the 'made up' world called Middle Earth, where the story took place.

"I was a gymnast, that much you already knew. I was at a really high level, and eventually I hit a point where I was physically and emotionally gone. That night I had sung myself to sleep, using a song associated with my obsession. The next morning I had found myself in Middle Earth and turning into a hobbit. That was the day I met you. It was like my dream world and I never wanted to wake up."

Rain fall down

Frodo didn't know what to think. His head was spinning with grief, fear, confusion, and now he was slightly angry and hurt. Questions buzzed his mind.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" he asked.

"Would you have believed me if I did? Do you even believe me now?" I sighed and ran my fingers through my curly hair. "I can hardly believe it myself and I'm the one that went through it."

"I honestly don't know what to think," he replied. He turned and started walking away from me and into the woods.

I sank to my knees, and burying my face in my hands, I cried the hardest I have in avery long time.

a/n: Yo, what do ya think? Good? Yes, no, maybe so? Review please!

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