Chapter 12: Secrets Revealed and Spilled Tears

Note: Despite the title, this chapter isn't at all sad... well, I hope not! :p

Haldir led the group into the heart of Lorien. The company stared at their beautiful surroundings in awe.

Everyone: Awwwww!

Not that kind of awe! Anyways... the whole place seemed somewhat hazy, but in a magical and beautiful way. There were many trees, with leaves of gold, as well as interesting sculptures. In short, the place was enchanting. But Beatrice had not the time to soak the beauty in, for she was sniffling and sneezing.

Beatrice: I'm tellin' you! I'm comin' down with sumfink!

Aragorn: *shakes head* Tsk tsk.

They had arrived at a long set of stairs that had guards on all sides of it.

Haldir: I present to you, Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel!

As the blond elf said this, two figures walked down the stairs. One was Celeborn and the other was Galadriel. The lady looked at the strange company of people standing in front of her, and looked into their eyes... into their souls. But when she looked at Beatrice, she quickly glanced away. Pouting, Beatrice wiped her nose on her sleeve.

Celeborn: Ten were said to be coming; NINE are only here.

But before anyone could answer, Galadriel, who was staring past the group and out into space, spoke.

Galadriel: Gandalf has fallen into shadow.

Others: *hang their heads*

The group was escorted to their sleeping grounds, where they could rest. And so, tired beyond belief, they all went to sleep, by the roots of the trees with the golden leaves. And had not their fatigue kicked in, there was the hazy atmosphere that could've helped. While everyone slept (be in peace or in restless slumber [Beatrice: *rolls around muttering incoherently*]), the lady of the wood Galadriel passed by. Unable to sleep, Frodo sat up at seeing Galadriel walking by. And so, he got up and walked after her.

Just as Frodo had gotten up, Beatrice sat up. A cold sweat trickled down her face. She blinked, and wiped the sand out of her eyes.

Beatrice: -sigh of relief- It was just a dream...

Pippin: *sits up, grinning* So... who's Kyle? (Note: Names have been changed due to privacy)

Beatrice: *eyes widen* Don't tell me I was talking in my sleep!

Merry *sits up, too. mimics Beatrice's voice* Kyle! Kyle! Come back, Kyle! I love you so much, Kyle!

Merry and Pippin: *start laughing hysterically*

Beatrice: That's not funny!

Pippin: *stops laughing* Seriously... who is he?

Merry: Is he your BOYFRIEND?

Beatrice: -snort- Yeah, like he would like someone like me! Someone so dumb, and ugly, and fat, and- WAAAAAAAAAAAA! *starts crying uncontrollably*

Pippin: *panics* Look what you've done, now, Merry!

Merry: *panics* ME? Look what YOU'VE done!

Beatrice: WAAAAAAAA!

Sam: *sits up* UGH! What is it, now?

Pippin: Well, I'm guessing that Beatrice likes this one guy, back where she comes from, but due to low self-esteem (Beatrice: And shyness!) and shyness, she can't bring herself to talk to him...

Sam: *to Beatrice* Is this true?

Beatrice: -sniffle- Y-yes!!! WAAAAA!

Sam: Well, why don't you talk to Lady Galadriel... I hear she's givin' out advice, today!

Beatrice: Are you s-sure?

Merry: Look, I'm sure Sam knows what he's talkin' about, and besides, if it'll getcha t'stop cryin' then do it!

Beatrice: Alright, I will! *gets up and walks in the direction that Lady Galadriel had walked in*

Sam: FINALLY! Some peace and quiet, at last! *lies back down*

Pippin: So, Sam... *grins evilly* what is it you were saying to 'Rosie, poo'?

Sam: *pretends to be asleep*

Merry: Hehehehehe...

Meanwhile...

Beatrice had thought she was lost, when out of nowhere, Frodo walked out, looking paler than usual.

Beatrice: Frodo? What's wrong?

Frodo: *stops walking, and turns to Beatrice* Lady Galadriel-

Beatrice: She's in there? *runs into the room where Frodo has come out of, before he can answer her*

Frodo: -gave me some rather disturbing advice... oh well... *walks back to the others*

When Beatrice walked in, she saw the fair lady standing in the center of the room, holding a water jug. The lady had her back to Beatrice.

Beatrice: A-hem!

Galadriel: *still standing with her back to Beatrice* You must have many questions... I will give you counsel, though my advice might not be pleasant to the ears... Neither will some of the things that I will tell you... but it must be heard... *turns around to face Beatrice* Do you still wish to seek my counsel?

Beatrice: Um, -gulp- yes?

Galadriel: As I expected. *walks to her mirror thingy* Come, look into my mirror... *pours water into the mirror from her jug* it shows many things: things that have happened, things that are happening, and things that are yet to come...

Beatrice walked over to the mirror and looked in. But to her surprise she saw nothing.

Beatrice: Um, Miss Galadriel Ma'am... I don't see nothin'!

Galadriel: *holds Beatrice's head and looks into her eyes* You are not from this world...

Beatrice: FINALLY! Somebody believes me!

Galadriel: *lets go of Beatrice* The mirror only works for those who live here. You are slowly changing into something you are not. Soon you will change entirely. Unless you return to your own world, and soon, you will remain a hobbit forever.

Beatrice: But how?

Galadriel: You must aid Frodo in his quest to destroy the ring. Soon, trouble will arise and the fellowship will part. Frodo will go his own way, and the rest will go other ways. I cannot tell you when, where, and what will these ways be; this you might find out yourself. As long as you make it that far, you will be able to get home. Avoid mirrors before that-

Beatrice: But what about your mirror?

Galadriel: As you might have noticed this mirror is unlike most mirrors: it lies horizontally; most lie vertically, and this one requires water to be poured into it; most need water not.

Beatrice: Oh. I see. But... what'll happen if I get into contact with a mirror before that time comes?

Galadriel: You ask too many questions. And there is something else troubling your mind. Tell me. I might be able to help.

Beatrice: Well, there's this guy that I like, but-

Galadriel: But you cannot bring yourself to talk to him. Forget him. He is not worthy of you. He will only bring you pain. Move on-

Beatrice: Oh, you only want him for yourself! *runs out of the room sobbing*

Galadriel: *sarcastically* Oh, sure... I truly have lust for a thirteen-year-old mortal from another realm! *shakes head and sighs*

Beatrice had run back to the other hobbits, and flung herself into the cozy spot where she had made her 'bed'.

Sam: I'm guessing Galadriel didn't help?

Frodo: *still pale* She tends to give disturbing advice...

Amid sobs, Beatrice managed to choke out how Galadriel only wanted Kyle for herself.

Pippin: I really don't think that she would be interested in a skinny little mortal from another dimension!

Beatrice: Oh shut up! What would a fuzzball like you know?!

Pippin: Hey! I happen to be a lady-killer back in Hobbiton!

Merry: Besides, that can't be the only reason that you're upset.

Beatrice: Well, -sniffle- she did say t-t-that if I d-don't -sniffle- return to my world, I will st-stay a hobbit forever! WAAAAAA!

Pippin: I really don't see the problem with that!

Beatrice: ... WAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Sam: ARGH! Someone shut her up!

Merry and Pippin: *tie her up with suspenders, then cover her mouth with Pip's scarf*

Beatrice: -muffled cries of anger-

Merry: *folds arms* Much better, don't you agree?

Pippin: *nods vigorously*

Sam: -sigh of relief- *lies down and goes back to sleep*

After receiving many gifts, as well as many farewells, the company departed from Lorien. They had been given boats to ride in as well as plenty of lembas. Frodo and Sam sat in the front with Aragorn, Merry, Pippin, and Beatrice sat in the next boat with Boromir (they were going to sit alone, but Aragorn didn't trust three young hobbits to sit in one boat, and so he had made Boromir sit with them), and in the end sat Gimli and Legolas.

Merry and Pippin were trying to figure out how to use their gifts, while Beatrice sat, still tied up, nervous next to Boromir who was talking to himself.

Beatrice: -muffled cries-

Pippin: Hey, Merry! D'ya think we should untie her, yet?

Merry: Nah!

Pippin: Hey, Beatrice what didja get from Galadriel?

Beatrice: mhk ng khkhi

Pippin: What did she say?

Merry: Sounded like milk and cookies t'me!

Beatrice: *nods vigorously*

Gimli: *in the other boat* I guess she was right about Lady Galadriel giving out milk and cookies!

Everyone minus Beatrice who is tied up: Ahahahahahahaha!

Beatrice: -muffled whimpering-

Pippin: Aw, Merry! C'mon! Let's untie her!

Merry: Well... *to Beatrice* Are you gonna cry anymore?

Beatrice: *shakes head vigorously*

Merry: Well, alright, then... *unties Beatrice*

Beatrice: *inhales deeply* Ahhh... much better... *lips tremble* KYLE! WAAAAAAAA!

Boromir: *pushes Beatrice out of boat* Oops!