Galadriel's Mirror

Title: Galadriel's Mirror
First story in the Child of Prophecy Series
Author: Haldirsbaby/Balrog
Fandom: LOTR
Type: FCHET
Characters: OFC/Haldir, Gandalf, Elves From Middle Earth
Rating: PG
Genres: Romance/Adventure/Supernatural/Mystery
Disclaimer: I do not any of the Tolkien characters, just borrowed them for a while. All OCs are mine. No monetary gain is being received. Strictly for enjoyment.
Timeline: AU-4th Age and Present
Setting: Lothlorien-Earth Modern day


Present Day.....

Anastasia was in the sitting room watching the news and started to shake her head at the unrest in the world. 'What is the world coming to?' she wondered. She finally had enough of it and turned off the TV in disgust. She got up and made her way to her bedroom to read the newest book in her collection. As she walked by her guardian's study, she noticed the light still shining underneath the door and decided to say goodnight. She knocked.

"Come in Anastasia," he said from inside. Gary Hamling was an eccentric man. His hair was pure white and flowed halfway down his back. The beard was long and he had the kindest eyes. He possessed the greatest knowledge about herbs and nature. He sometimes reminded her of the great Wizard Merlin. Funny thought but it was how she felt. He was the only father that she ever knew.

She remembered how he would tell her fairytales about elves, dwarves, and evil wizards. He made them seem as if they were real. Tolkien was one of his favorite writers and often he boasted that he knew the man. Sometimes his constant story telling made her feel as though she was a small child. It didn’t matter how old she was, she went on listening. His stories at time were fascinating. In all honesty, she liked having someone to relish stories to her. Being in the orphanage, the nuns never took the liberty.

She opened the door to find him studying a very old book intensely. "Uncle, what are you reading?" she asked curiously. He taught ancient history at the local college one day a week and give lectures at local seminars at least once a month. He had a particular interest in the ancient world. His money was old and there was even claim that he had aristocratic ties, but that did not matter to her, he was family.

"I'm reading about ancient prophecies of the ancient world. Very interesting," he responded.

"Well, does my 'old' guardian have time to wish me good night?" she said jesting like a small child. The expression on her face alerted him that she was distressed from watching the news again. He had always taught her that the world was full of evil and that he would never let any harm come to her.

"Always, my child. Come give me a hug," he said whole-heartedly looking up from the book he was reading. She made her way over to his desk to hug him. He was good to her. He had paid to send her to private schools and to send her to the best colleges money could buy. No matter how much he tried, he could not spoil her. He liked her sense of humanity and the need to stay compassionate. He knew her destiny; the Valar had shown it to him many times. He knew that it was coming quickly.

"Well, uncle, I will leave to your studies. Goodnight," she said starting for the door.

"Good night, have pleasant dreams," he said smiling at her.

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She made her way to her room. She was almost to her room when she ran into Brian, the bodyguard that her uncle had hired. He was a strange young man. Wise beyond his years but very protective of her and her uncle. He was loyal in all respects. His eyes were a beautiful color of green. He wore his hair long, a beautiful color of blonde. He was well built, not too thin, just right. His smile was kind and reminded her of a brother figure. He was a little on the vain side always running his hand through his hair when he thought no one noticed or picking at his suit making sure it was so.

"Hello there, Lady Anastasia, turning in for the night?" his asked her.

"Yes, Brian. How are you this evening?" she asked curtly.

"Oh, very well. I checked the rooms and there is not a sign of trouble anywhere as usual," he said. Sometimes his informing was a little humorous.

"Thank you Brian, did the new guards come today? I have not met them yet," she asked curiously.

"Yes, they arrived earlier this evening. Your uncle told them that their duty would start tomorrow morning and for them to rest. I will introduce them to you in the morning," he said in reply.

"Uncle said they were really good friends of yours. Is that right?" she asked.

"Yes, I have known them for ages. All will remain safe with them around. That I can promise," he said assuring her.

"Well, I am off to bed now. You have a good night," she said. He stayed at her door until he knew that she was safely in her room.

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Anastasia closed the door behind her and quickly changed into her pajamas. Standing in front of the mirror, she began brushing her hair. The air around her grew chilly and Anastasia went to the window to close it. It was not open. She returned to the mirror and noticed movement behind her. Anastasia froze thinking that there was an intruder. She turned to find that no one was there. Then she heard a still voice call to her, "Anastasia, come." 'Who the hell was that?' she thought. She laughed to herself. It had to be Brian. He liked joking with her. She quickly threw on her robe and made her way to the door. She had enough of his joking.

Anastasia threw open the door to find that he was nowhere to be seen. 'That is strange' she thought. She turned around and closed the door. She looked around the room. She made her way to the bed to lie down and read a while. She left one light on beside her bed. The young lady settled in under the covers, grabbed her book from the nightstand, and opened it up at the chapter marked. After a few minutes, she heard the still voice again. "Anastasia, see". At this Anastasia was starting to get riled up. She concluded that this all was just her imagination. Since her interest in the book was gone, she decided to go sleep. She put the book down, and turned out the light. Sleep took her a few moments later. All she did was dream.

Anastasia dreamed of a beautiful field in the midst of a forest with flowers all around. The sun was shining brightly. It was warm. The sun grew brighter and brighter until the light blinded her. She heard a woman's voice boom from the midst of the light.

"Anastasia?" it said.

"Yes, I am here. Who are you?" Anastasia asked looking around.

"I am Elbereth; I am the queen of the Valar. We have seen the suffering on the earth and it is now time to recall them," it said.

"Them? The Valar does not exist. They are imaginary," she said.

“The elves must return to earth and reclaim it. You are the child we have chosen to call them home. The Valar are the ones that created you," the voice said.

"If you are the Queen of the Valar then why can you not do it yourself?" Anastasia asked curiously. “Why would you want me, a mere mortal to do such a task? Why am I so special?"

"You are an ancient prophecy foretold long ago: a mortal child pure of heart and mind. You have resisted the world's evils and remained true to yourself. The Power of the Valar will return to Earth but needs to be awakened,” the voice said.

"I am a child of prophecy. Nice, only I have NO special powers NO special talents. How am I supposed to achieve this task?" Anastasia asked in disbelief.

"Child, you will travel to a distant land to a forest that has long been untended. There you will find the beacon that will call our people home," the voice said.

"Where, I cannot believe that I am asking this knowing that it is crazy, is this forest?" Anastasia asked.

"It now lies in modern day Europe. We shall guide you on this quest. Beware though, the forest is badly overgrown and hard to get through. You must travel lightly. In the midst of the forest is an ancient city. The rest is up to you," the voice said.

"You know how crazy this all sounds. Elves are not real. They cannot be. If they were, where have they been all this time? I am not one to turn down help to anyone, but I must know. When do I have to leave?" Anastasia said unbelieving.

"Child, we do exist. Our people have been living in exile in Valinor all these millennia. You shall leave soon," she said and then lightly touched her face, "lanta kaima, Poikaer." (Fall asleep, Pure one)

With that simple touch, Ana slowly drifted to sleep.