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, 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


The Next Morning.....

Anastasia put a smile on her face before entering the formal dining room. The sunlight's rays played into the room making it warm and inviting. Her uncle was setting at the head of the table wearing one of his black suits. He was reading the morining paper and looked up as she entered the room.

"Ah, there she is. Good morning, little one. How did you sleep last night?" he asked as he walked over to her and hugged her.

"Fine, just had some bad dreams is all. I really need to lay off the horror books," she said honestly hearing small laughter behind him.

"I have some people I would like for you to meet. The new guards I hired last month. They arrived last night," he said motioning toward the table.

The four new arrivals stood instaneously and bowed in respect as did Brian. They all had long blonde hair that hung loose and fair skin. Three of them looked so much alike they could pass as brothers.One of them looked like he might have been the oldest. The fourth one had a kind face that was softer and more regal looking. All four very handsome and all dressed in black from head to toe. Black trousers, tee shirt and lambskin leather blazers. 'Tall and dangerous' she thought. She gave them nervous smiles and said good morning. She walked to the table.

The first of the blondes introduced himself. "I am Hal Micheals, these two are my younger borthers. Orion and Randal. Randal is the the youngest," Hal said smiling and pointing at his siblings, "You are Anastasia, right?". She nodded in reply. 'Just as I thought. They are brothers' she thought to herself. Each of them stepped forward and shook her hands.

The regal one of the four approached and smiled with delight. "I am Lee Dorian, I am pleased to make your aquaintance," he said shaking her hand.

Brian pulled out her chair. When seated breakfast was served. Everyone was relatively silent, but Anastasia noticed that Hal stared at her quite frequently. He was handsome. He had broader shoulders than his brothers and was built a little stalkier. She was brought out of thoughts when another person entered the room. She looked up to see a very serious man with long raven colored hair start to sit down.

"Ah, Eric glad you could join us this morning. Everyone this is Eric Storm, he is my new financial advisor," Uncle Gary said delighted. "Eric, this is my niece, Anastasia. Beside me here is Brian Evans, he is my head of security. To my left is Hal Micheals, my second in command of my security team, and beside him is his brothers Orion and Randal. Beside you there is Lee Dorian," he said finishing the intros.

Anasatasia noticed a slight tension between all of the men at the table. It was almost like they all knew each other, but she kept the assumption to herself. Everyone nodded their 'hellos' and went on eating. She felt a little intimidated by all the males in the room. She noticed that every now and then that she was being stared at, and not only by Hal. Suddenly, she lost her appetite and used her fork to push around the uneaten food.

She thought of the night before and what she had seen. There is no way that Elves existed. They were fictional beings created by an imaginative writer. Maybe the lady that she dreamt of was just that, a dream. Still there was a gnawing curiosity rising up in her. She had to find out the truth. Maybe she would visit her uncle's library. There had to be something there that could provide an answer. If the earth is in need of her help she would be glad to do what she could. It was in her nature to help. She just needed more information.

"Anastasia. Ana!" she heard her name called. This brought her out of her reverie. She looked around the table and everyone was staring at her oddly. "Yes, Uncle?" she asked.

"Dear, are you okay? You seem distant," he asked her looking at her as if he was trying to read her.

"Yes, just tired is all. I am sorry. I am not very hungry, may I please be excused?" she asked wanting to be alone.

He looked at her with concern and said," Of course, go get some rest. I will come find you later and we can talk."

"Thank you, uncle. I will see all of you later. Mr. Storm, it is good to meet you," she said nodding.

She could feel their eyes on her as she left the room. All she needed was some time to think.

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An hour later, Anastasia found herself her uncle's private library looking at the book titles on the binders. Trying to find one that would help her make sense of all that had happened. Anastasia wished she could tell her uncle what was going on but she know she could not. 'I do not understand how could he?' she thought.

Then the binder of one book caught her eye. A Tolkien book. One of the Silmarillion. Maybe this one would help. She opened the book and skimmed the table of contents. She found the woman's name...Elbereth. 'Okay' she thought to herself,' this one might help'. She laid the book on the desk. She continued looking and soon found the book that her uncle was reading the night before. It was untitled. She opened to find the pages loose. This was just a hard bound folder of sorts. The first page was titled: Myths, Legends, and Wizards of the Ancient World. 'Wonder why Uncle Gary would have this in his collection?' she thought. The book did not list the author. She laid the binder on the table with the other. She walked around the library and found the section that held her uncles collection of ancient texts. She found a binder that contained really old parchment paper, yellowed with time. It looked as though it was at least two hundred years old. At the top of the page there was a note from the writer it stated that it had been translated from Elvish text. Anastasia looked at it shocked. 'What?' she thought, 'elvish text'. She carried it over to the desk and began reading.