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Next chapter I'm planning on having her finally encounter someone else for a change….maybe the hobbits? Who knows? What do you guys think?
"Elladan told me I should come talk to you," Ana stated, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She looked pointedly at the elf before her, "What's going on? What does my vision have to do with you?"
Elrond sighed and began pacing, something he always did when discussing grave matters, sparing a small glance at Gandalf who sat behind him. When Ana first came in, she was unsure whether or not to she should say anything when she saw that they were not alone, but Elrond had assured her that Gandalf was a friend. She still didn't know what to think of the old man, so she allowed herself to reach out with the force to try and get a sense of him.
His aura reminds me of Yoda.
"Young Ana you are," she heard a voice say above her, she lifted her head and tried to blink away the tears that marred her vision. The master standing before her would actually be about her height if she were standing, maybe a little taller. She had always been smaller than everyone else. Through her tears, all she saw was a greenish blur. "With Master Fisto you should be."
"You're Master Yoda aren't ya?" she stuttered, still choking on the lump in her throat. She was glad someone she somewhat knew had finally found her. She had been wandering around for hours and still hadn't seen anything that was even slightly familiar.
"It is he, that I am," Yoda told the young girl before him. He had not seen the young one since she had been presented before the jedi council, "Crying you are. Lost your way have you?"
She nodded slightly to confirm his query. "I always get lost," she said quietly, her voice still heavy with the tears she had not shed, "Mother always said I had the worst sense of direction."
"And right was she?" Yoda hummed, both of his claw like hands leaning all his weight on his walking stick, "How you met Master Fisto, was it not?"
Despite the fact that she had been terrified to find herself alone in that ginormous place she had never seen before, she couldn't help but huff out a small strained laugh at the memory, "Yep, that's how I met Master Kit. I got lost." On her very first day too! She was supposed to meet with the Jedi Council so they could decide whether or not she should be trained, and she got lost. She smiled when she remembered how Kit found her.
It was the sound of Master Yoda's voice that brought her out of that memory, "Return you to him, I shall. Worried, he surely is." With his stick, he poked her foot, motioning for her to get up and follow him.
"Thank ya Master Yoda," she said quietly, wiping away the remains of her tears.
The combination of that thought and the memory it brought forth struck a small pang of pain in her chest, but she quickly shoved it away before it could show in her face. She schooled her features to a blank stare, her eyes following Elrond as he paced back and forth in front of her. She refrained from glancing at the other man again.
Gandalf. His name is Gandalf.
"I believe we both have some explaining to do," Elrond murmured, glancing at Ana quickly before he continued pacing. "Elladan told me a bit of what you told him already."
"Did he now?" she murmured.
"He told me that you saw an eye. A red flaming eye," Elrond intoned, and Ana started when she heard his voice laced with concern as well as what she thought was anxiety, "Did he say anything to you?"
It bloody well did.
"Yes," she murmured, twisting her hands together, "It said it could see me," she took deep breath before adding, "And it said I couldn't hide from the darkness." She looked up to meet Elrond's piercing gaze head on. "Why?" She questioned, "What was that thing?"
"That was not a thing," Elrond said darkly, "He is the eye of Sauron the Deceiver. The Dark Lord of Middle Earth."
Sauron? Wasn't he…
Ana's face lit up in recognition, "Elladan said something about him! He was in that picture! That guy cut a ring from his hand right?"
Elrond and Gandalf shared a dark look before turning back to look at Ana who was staring at both of them in confusion. "Yes, you could say that," Elrond told her.
It was Gandalf who asked the question that was most prominent in their minds though, "Did Elladan say anything else to you? About Sauron or the ring?"
What's so important about a ring?
She didn't look at Gandalf when she answered, "No. He didn't say anything else." She left out the part about the failure. They didn't need to know that.
And I don't need to think about it. I'm going to fix everything.
"When Sauron created his ring, he suffused it with his malice and his cruelty, basically tying his power source to the ring," Gandalf explained, answering the question that was most prominent in his mind, "Without it, he cannot take physical form and so resides in the form that you saw him in. A great eye, wreathed in flame."
"He doesn't have the ring," Ana murmured, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground before her, "So he's looking for it? Is that why you're all so worked up?"
"Concerned, yes," Elrond replied, "With the ring in his possession, Sauron's power will become unstoppable.
She scrutinized Lord Elrond, sensing that he was concealing a vital detail about this ring from her. She could tell they were worried about the situation, but not as nervous as they should have been if the ring was floating around somewhere for anyone to find.
So that means…
"You have the ring," Ana decided, making both Elrond and Gandalf start in surprise, "Don't you?" She watched as they both shared a glance and then nodded almost imperceptibly. "But what does this have to do with me?"
"Elladan also told me that a, correct me if I am wrong, Sith Lord has entered our world?" Elrond questioned her. He watched as he stiffened at his words, visibly flinching at the mention of the man. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides as she nodded slightly in the affirmative. "It is obvious that our enemy knows you are here, and the only possible explanation for this is to assume that he has spoken with this Sith Lord."
Of course he went and bloody told a kriffin Dark Lord about me!
"I wouldn't be surprised," Ana muttered through clenched teeth, "Paplatine is cunning. He will form alliances when necessary and only when they benefit him in the long run." She paused before adding, "I believe it's safe to assume that being in a new world, alone, he would gain allies where and as fast as he possibly could."
"So you believe our two enemies have united," Elrond murmured. When he saw Ana nod, he continued, "In that case, would it not be beneficial to follow the same course? Each party complements the other where they are lacking: we are natives of this land and can help you find your way here, and you are the only one in Middle Earth familiar with our new enemy. Sauron, we know how to fight, but this Sith Lord's ways are strange to us. By collaborating in our efforts, we could eliminate both forces that strive against us more easily than we could on our own."
Ana remained silent after she heard Elrond's proposal. She knew that what he said was the truth. She was unfamiliar with this world and its ways, and now she not only had one enemy to deal with but two. By working together, they could surely help each other defeat both parties.
But a part of her was still hesitant to put her faith in another, the part of her that had been shattered by his betrayal. She was unwilling to risk herself like that again, not if it only caused her even more pain.
But these people are different. Aren't they?
Even if they were different, that didn't mean she could forget the heartbreak she had gone through. She had trusted someone whole heartedly, had basically gambled on him with everything she had, and lost. She trusted him, and everyone she loved had to pay the price.
"How do I know I can trust you?" she asked quietly. Her tone was not accusing, it held only uncertainty. "How do I know you will not turn on me at a later point when it benefits your party? How do I know you won't betray me?"
"The same way we know we can trust you to not abandon us to the enemy at a later point," Elrond told her steadfastly, "I can sense that you speak the truth about yourself, and you have not yet shown any reason for us to distrust you. Except perhaps for your little excursion this morning," he murmured with a small smile. He heard Gandalf chuckle when she said she had already said she was sorry in an undertone. Then he took on a serious tone once again, "But truly, I believe you are one who will not break their word once given. And if we cannot trust one another, than who can we trust?"
"Elladan said the same thing earlier," she murmured quietly, still battling out her internal debate. She still found a small portion of herself holding back, not completely trusting herself to make a good decision. The last time she had gambled with trust, she lost. And she paid the price with everything she had.
I have nothing to lose though.
This thought struck her hard, nearly bring tears to her eyes. But it was true. She had nothing to lose this time. She had already lost everything.
I lost everything because of that monster. I'm not going to let anyone else suffer because of him.
"You're right," she murmured, her fist clenched at her sides so hard they were trembling. She blinked away the tears that were threatening to spill over before meeting Elrond's stare head on. "I will help in any way I can. I will not let anyone else suffer because of him."