A year before the time The Hobbit is supposed to take place, Elven-King Thranduil and his son Legolas as well as companions from Mirkwood come to Lothlóthrien. During their stay there, Thranduil and Legolas meet the youngest daughter of Lord Elrond...
Celebwen tossed and turned. The heat from her bed sheets seemed to weigh her down, but seemingly she could do nothing about it. She was being chased by orcs, thousands of them and she ran into a wall with nowhere to go. The orcs surrounded her and she tried to draw her sword and found that there wasn't one. In a panic, she tried climbing the wall. A blinding light crashed down next to her and the eastern sky grew dark and thunder boomed in the distance, but in the West a light lingered and a voice was heard, remote but clear, crying out;
"Seek for the Sword that was broken: In Imladris it dwells; There shall be counsels taken Stronger than Morgul-spells. There shall be shown a token That Doom is near at hand, For Isildur's Bane shall waken, And the Halfling forth shall stand."
Celebwen woke with a start and sat up with a jerk, the oppressive sheets falling to her waist. She was drenched in sweat and her long hair hang heavy on her neck. She pushed the sheets aside and walked to the window, throwing open the shutters. The light from the early dawn spilled into the room, throwing the dark shadows back and filling the room with golden light. A refreshing breeze blew into the room, cooling Celebwen immensely.
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She took a deep breath of the sweetly scented air and closed her eyes. But then the words from her dream came back.
"Seek for the Sword that was broken:
In Imladris it dwells;
There shall be counsels taken
Stronger than Morgul-spells.
There shall be shown a token
That Doom is near at hand,
For Isildur's Bane shall waken,
And the Halfling forth shall stand."
She mused over them some minutes before straightening the bedsheets and slipping on a simply embroidered green gown. After belting it, she exited her room and made her way to her father's study.
She found her father deeply ingrossed in a large piece of parchment, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration. She knocked on the door. He looked up and seeing her, smiled. "Good morning, Daughter."
"Good morning, Ada," she said, walking in. "Ada," she began seriously. "You said that if ever I saw those images again or others like them or heard anything of that sort, I was to come tell you, right?"
"Yes," he said, looking at her and laying the parchment down.
"Last night or this morning rather, I dreamt this: I was being chased by orcs, thousands of them, and I ran into a wall with nowhere to go. The orcs surrounded me and I tried to draw my sword and found that there wasn't one. In a panic, I tried climbing the wall. A blinding light crashed down next to me and the orcs disappeared. The eastern sky grew dark and thunder boomed in the distance, but in the West a light lingered and a voice was heard, remote but clear, crying out;
