Bringer Of Hope {A Middle Earth Fanfic}

Namárië Lothlýrian (Farewell Lothlórien)

Recap-
I looked at my reflection in her mirror, not dipping my head in the water this time. Words began to pore out of my mouth...

"Who is that girl I see
Staring straight, back at me
Why is my reflection someone I don't know
Somehow I cannot hide
Who I am
Though I've tried
When will my reflection show who I am inside
When will my reflection show who I am inside..."

Taking a deep breath, I decided it was time to prepare for today's events whatever they might be.

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* apostrophe in 'italics are thoughts'
- Example: 'I had no idea where to go now...'

* Bold asterisk symbol * symbols are a translation in Elvish.*
- Example: "Mae Govannen." *Well Met.*

* Italics without apostrophes give more emphasis it the word(s)
- Example: Run. Run!

* Dreams will be within Bold dash and asterisk symbols
- Example: -* She drempt of the night it happened. *-

* Memories will be italic and within bold colons ::
- Example: :: Gwaeneth remembered the day her father made her a sword. ::

* Time travel will be within Bold Tilde the wording will be italic ~
- Example: ~ she saw them. ~

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Song: Hopeless Wanderer
Artist: Mumford and Sons
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Today, after they learned about my time travel experience. We decided that I should learn how to control it. This took longer to control then the others. We discovered, (quite accidentally) that when holding hands I can Time Travel with another. Grandpa and I traveled several places. Into the future, and the past.
It took awhile to figure out what trigged it, how to control this ability.

Upon one of our travels, we discovered a man. The one I saw from the vision in the mirror. I immediately informed grandpa. This man was needed.
We remembered the year we traveled to, and made sure to do so again.

This ability, it took concentration. I had to hold my emotions, and thoughts together and focus on what I wanted to see. Who I wanted to see.
I must have accidentally done that while I was asleep, time traveled. I wanted to see The Durin's, my adopted family again...

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Years went by, I waited for them to arrive in Lothlórien. But instead I heard grim news. Frerin was dead. Along with Thrór. Thorin, Dís, and Frerin's father, Thráin went missing.

I found this out by my raven friend Diaval. One morning, I woke up to a cawing at my window. And saw a scroll tied to his leg. From Thorin.

"Gwen, I hope this reaches you.
Please do not take offence in us not coming to Lothlórien.
There was a battle at Moria. Legions of Orcs. Azog the Defiler, the Pale Orc beheaded my grandfather and had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin before he died bleeding from the wound I gave him. - Cutting his arm clean off from the elbow down.
My father has gone missing, Frerin was killed in battle.
Before you panic, Dis and the boys are fine so am I.
However, now the throne to Erebor rests on my shoulders if we ever take it back from that filthy Dragon.
Hope your doing well,
- Thorin"