Arra's Point of View:

"This is one of the only remaining books that was once the property of Water Benders.  It is all that I have." Thranduil hands me a heavy bound book.  Its pages are old and crumbling, and thick layers of dust coat the pads of my fingers as I gingerly open it up. 

Inside is a history of the people, my people.  Had our situation been less dire, I would have been fully content to sit there and read the book cover to cover.  I have an important task to complete though, so I place my hand lightly on top of the open book, reaching out with my mind for the connection I had felt the first time I received a vision.

After a moment I am able to locate it, an invisible force seeming to pull me in the right direction. This time the transition is much more gentle, like diving into a lake instead of being yanked into the vision.  I find myself once again in the familiar landscape of the North, standing before my true father.

I bow my head to him. "I have come to seek your council." I express.

"No doubt in dealing with the Witch King." he speculates, not needing me to inform him of my reason for appearing once again.

"Yes, and I am hoping you will be able to assist me.  I am unsure of what to do now that I have angered the Witch King."

Narok cracks a huge grin at this and laughs loudly. "You, my dear, must be the first in a millennium to truly confound him!  Even now, he fumes over your trickery, for he walked so blindly into it.  By the stars, this is wonderful!  You will be the one to bring balance back to Middle Earth, truly."

"I am not sure I follow you." I allege.

"I can still see what it is the Witch King does, as I can see what you do as well from where I am.  You have angered him greatly because your power is greater than his."

"How can I be more powerful that he is?  I am one water bender, spirit healer, Northerner, whatever it is that I am." I voice.

"You are everything, and that is why it is you that will be the one to bring the balance back to Middle Earth.  You are part of all of the races, and yet at the same time, none of them.  You are the only one that can stop the Witch King."

"How can you be so sure?" I ask, shocked by his adamancy and faith in my abilities.

"You are my daughter after all, although I can now see you are far braver than I ever was." he smiles.

"Thank you, though I do not think myself brave."

"Many others would disagree," Narok states, "and as for what to do about the Witch King, I would advise you to do nothing, in a sense.  He will come to you, you need not go searching for him.  He will bring an army down upon Mirkwood, but it will be easily defeated. He knows this; he wants to be able to fight you without any outside interference.  The only other advise I will give to you is to do what you think best.  You are a clever girl, Arra, much like your mother.  You must go now though, for you have stayed in this strange in-between for too long."

"Goodbye Narok..father." I say as the vision fades.

I am greeted by a worn wooden floor as I come fully back to my senses.  Two people lean over me with concern evident by their postures, one supporting my back as I lethargically move to a seated position.  My mind remains groggy for some time after from staying in the in-between for so long, and I blink my eyes rapidly in an attempt to make them focus.

"I know what we must do." I say with certainty as my eyes finally center on Legolas and Thranduil, both of whom watch me intently.