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**Additional NOTE: The picture of that chick to the right is Gwiliweth (to the right, to the right ~ Beyonce XD I really don't get out much U.U) The picture of Medlinya will be shown in the next chapter. Both pictures are NOT owned by me but to their rightful owners. AND yes I know they are not elves, so let's use our imaginations :) ****

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*This I Promise You*

~Prologue~

The earth has changed. Beneath her small bare feet, the earth felt numb and the forest all around her were dead silent, as if life is non existent. A dark... something begun to creep into her mind. The presence was foreign yet seemed all too familiar. A darkness that held potential of incalculable, overwhelming evil. Her elongated elf ears twitched desperately searching for any sound of life as she cautiously stalked through the dense, ancient wood of Old Forest. The whispers among of the trees carried a news of the sudden evil present in the forest. The wind barely ever embraced itself through the trees if not ever, but even for how still the forest was for centuries this is the first time the she-elf was unnerved. Slowly she flickered her fingers and a whiff of wind breezed by. The lavender cloak hung heavily on her shoulders just as her thoughts were heavily weighing on her mind. The hood of her cloak pulled over her head hiding her face and hair. The only visible aspect of her in the right light was her eyes. Her sapphire blue eyes.

The lone she-elf was joined by her only companion, a half elf. The companion scanned the forest with her sincere silver eyes with a dash of blue. Her ears faintly were less pointy than Medlinya's perfectly hidden leaf shaped ears. Hiding the companion's ranger attire underneath was her baby blue cloak. Unlike the she-elf, the silver eyed elf's hood was never pulled over her head, allowing her beauty show. Her beauty was not like a allure of a goddess nor was it an attractiveness of an siren. Gwiliweth was like a vision of nature itself as a living being. What made her a great fighter was that no matter where you place her, she seemed to blend in like a picture. A natural fighter, like nature, any weapon that Gwiliweth received she would master in seconds. Her strong hand swept her long medium-auburn hair away as she turned to the hidden elf, confused and uneasy.

"Lady Medlinya, mana naa ta?" the companion asked softly in their native elvish tongue. [what is it?]

Medlinya locked her wise, sapphire blue eyes with her companion's silver irises, "Amin caela n'noa, Gwiliweth." Medlinya watched as her companion gripped the handle of her knives. [I have no idea]

The she-elf knelt down and placed her hand on the ground. There were no vibrations of anything stirring in the forest around them. No animals, no other living beings roaming the forest like they normally would. Medlinya's thoughts were disturbed by Gwiliweth kneeling down beside her.

"Medlinya, what should we do then? I have never felt s-s-such dar-darkness for all my thousand and seventy y-y-years." Gwiliweth uttered in the tongue of Westron. Her voice began to crack showing the elf of her fear which was a antithesis to her companion's spunky personality.

Medlinya considered Gwiliweth's question and began brainstorming all she could for the sake of the two. Her sapphire eyes thoughtfully examined the forest around her. Her home. Medlinya had been living in this forest most of her immortal life. This home had been sheltering her from other races and other beings for almost 2,870 years. At 30, she was only a small child but found her way to the Old Forest with the help of a certain wizard that was the only kind being who accepted her. The wizard, Gandalf the Grey told her of this forest when they were traveling to it. He explained that no one ever dared to enter this forest. Why? The trees hate strangers and at night whoever wanders into the forest would never return to the outside world. A perfect place to call home where she would never be found. The usual hostile woods seemed to adopt Medlinya into their sanctuary willingly for what they sensed in her.

Most of her time here, she had been always alone that is until the last 1,000 years. Gwiliweth, a thousand year old elf with a small dash of human, wandered into the forest with the same purpose that Medlinya had so many years ago. It was hard for Medlinya to adapt to being around another being again especially with her trust issues. Although, as the time rolled by Medlinya enjoyed the company of someone who looked up to her as a mentor and dear friend. Ever since she swore to protect Gwiliweth with every ounce of her righteous power. Medlinya was than impressed of Gwiliweth's knife handing skills and knew Gwili could handle herself whenever Medlinya wasn't there.

Medlinya glanced back to her uneasy friend and thought of the only person she could contact. "We need to leave the forest." she solemnly replied as she watched Gwili's eyes grow large in shock. "Once we have, we will meet with Gandalf. He'll know what is darkening the land. Tonight is our last night here in the Old Forest." Medlinya added with uneasiness.

Gwiliweth nodded understandingly. "I'll start packing for tomorrow." she vocalized as she turned on the ball of her foot turning herself east.

The sapphire eyed maiden watched the red headed elf sprinted around the trees and disappear. Medlinya heaved in a deep breath and slowly followed after her companion to their camp a mile away. Her fear crawled into her mind. She haven't left the forest for 2,870 years. She knew that never being around a lot of people for so long would make her feel claustrophobic and cautious about whether or not they remember her.

Her delicate hands reached for her hood and gracefully lifted it from her head. Medlinya was a sight of pure beauty and every time Gwiliweth saw her friend not concealing herself under a cloak, she always told Medlinya that she should stop hiding under the silky hood. Medlinya would half smile and shake off the advice. Medlinya's softly sun-kissed skin was as smooth like polished marble. Her long almond brown hair framed her heart shaped face like a masterpiece of art. Her sapphire blue eyes sparkled from the light trickling through the canopy of the treetops. Her soft oval shaped pink lips curved in a soft smile as she grazed the bark of the tree beside her. Medlinya's shoulders were drawn back elegantly, naturally carrying herself like royalty. Only that gracefulness is natural for all elves. All who look upon her, if there was anyone, would stare at her in awe.

"Medlinya! Medlinya!" a voice called out. Medlinya's ears pricked up and her eyes gazed ahead.

Gwiliweth!

Immediately, Medlinya dashed forward towards where Gwiliweth's voice projected from. Her fast elf legs carried her to the camp as air began to push on her back generating more speed. With a flick of her wrist, trees began to move aside clearing the way for the she-elf. From her smooth lips, the moisture of the air formed into beads of fresh water. A fire in her heart began to burn ready for any foe to level off into nothing. Breaking through the forest, she reached the clearing centered right in the middle of the Old Forest where they had their camp.

The camp under a shelter of the branches above that twine and mingle with other branches reaching across. Their humble camp, a stark difference from an typical elven home of silver wood and exquisite handwork by the hands of elves. The hut was closely thatched with deer hide leather chafed by overlaying boughs from trees. The fire pit was placed underneath the hole in the roof for the smoke to escape. The hermit hut stood at least ten feet from the ground barely a quarter of the height of the trees surrounding the clearing.

Medlinya's eyes combed over the hut looking for her red headed friend frantically. The elf stalked towards a sound of voices on the other side of the hut. As fast as lightning, Medlinya whipped around the corner holding her right had out, her palm facing forward. There stood Gwiliweth smiling at the figure in a grey cape with their back to Medlinya. Gwiliweth's eyes caught sight of the panicked elf and nodded to her presence.

The grey caped figure turned towards Medlinya and a familiar smiling face was gazing at Medlinya.

"Gandalf?" Medlinya questioned out loud, trying to make sense of how she didn't have any vibrations of anyone passing into the forest like always.

"Lady Medlinya. It has been a long time, friend." Gandalf greeted with his usual kind smile.

Medlinya smiled in return and bowed her head respectfully. "It has been too long." Medlinya quietly approached Gandalf and as doing so a grave expression appeared on her face. "What news do you bring, my friend?"

Gandalf's face soon mirrored Medlinya's. His grey blue eyes hardened into a hue of grave grey. "I come at a dark hour, Lady Medlinya." His voice echoed against the trees. The trees seemed to creak closer towards Gandalf to listen to the news. Gandalf stepped closer and whispered into Medlinya's ear. " Sauron has returned."

Medlinya's heart stopped for a second and her hand quickly went to her chest above her heart to steady herself. "How?"

Gandalf shook his head side to side and looked to the trees. "It's best not to say here. I must lead you out at once."

Medlinya nodded respectfully and touched the old wizard's shoulder. "It relieves me that you came hither. It felt vital to speak about the darkness in the forest. The trees have not been silent."

Gandalf nodded then turned serious. "I'm only bring you to the road of Bree, just outside the forest. From there you go in the Inn of the Prancing Pony. Look for a man. A ranger. Strider is a dear friend of mine. I'll be there when I finished my task."

"Where will you be going from that time till we get to our destination?" Gwiliweth asked curiously.

"I need to council, with the Head of my Order as fast as I can for the answer." Gandalf answered quickly. He strode past the two women to a trail out of the forest. "Come! We have no time to spare!"

Medlinya nodded and lift the hood of her cloak over her head once more. Grabbing her long boots, she slipped them on hastily. Her hands gripped the handles of her elvish swords strapped one each of her hips. Gwiliweth followed Medlinya's actions and covered her head with her hood.

The three traveled silently through the forest, guided by Gandalf in hasty manner.

'Gandalf?' Medlinya spoke through the wizard's mind.

'Yes, Lady Medlinya?', Gandalf answered.

'How is it that The Dark Lord is still alive?' She questioned.

'The Ring lived, Medlinya.'

Medlinya knowingly nodded. 'Than the Ring must be destroyed in Mount Doom.' The elf watched the back of Gandalf's head barely nod in response. She thought for a second. 'Where is the Ring now?'

A sad rush of thoughts raced through Gandalf's mind, being an elf who were naturally attuned to emotions of others Medlinya felt the sadness as well.

'A hobbit. A brave little hobbit carries the Ring. He is one remarkable hobbit', Gandalf answered solemnly.

'A half-ling? What a heavy burden for someone so small as he.'

Silence emerged between the two minds as they ended the conversation with that. Medlinya turned her attention to her friend strolling beside her with her silver eyes concentrated ahead.

'Gwiliweth, May I ask you one favor?'

Gwili jumped a little, not used to someone talking in her head. Certainly Medlinya had done just that before, but only rarely under certain circumstances.

'S-sure anything my Lady.'

'When we do reach Bree, can you speak for us?'

A bright smile appeared on the face of Gwiliweth. 'Of course I will. You know how I love to chat!'

Medlinya also smiled in remberence to all the moments when they first met when Gwiliweth would do anything and say anything to get a single word out of Medlinya. One attempt almost got her killed.

~~Flashback~~

Medlinya was calmly leaning against a tree watching the once 1,000 year old spunky red head in the body size equivalent of an 18 year old human. Gwili was sprinting in a wide circle yelling things to get Medlinya to say at least something, the response of a silent stare and not a shining chance of a word to be said drove Gwiliweth mad. In anger, the red head retaliated by grabbing one of her many trusty knives. Without a second to aim launched the knife with all her strength towards the silent elf. The knife hit the tree with a loud thud 3 inches deep into the course bark, about millimeters from Medlinya's cheek.

The older elf studied the huffing youngster, with an expression void of any emotions like always. Medlinya began to quietly walk over to the red head. Every step closer, the knife thrower became more and more nervous.

Once a step apart, the two watched each other carefully for a minute or two. A foreign smile grew on the older elf. "Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa," Medlinya complimented, her voice was soft and soothing. Nothing that the red headed elf thought it would sound like. "What is your name, mighty one?" [Your heart is that of a lion].

"Diola lle," The youngster replied astounished. [Thank you]. She stared for a second and realized the question the elf had asked her. "Oh, my name is Gwiliweth."

Medlinya bowed her head respectfully. "Well met, Mighty Gwiliweth. Now where did you learn to handle a knife like that?" she asked curiously.

Gwiliweth brightly smiled feeling acomplished that she got the elf to talk. "I taught myself. " Curiosity took over her mind as she smiled up at the elf. "What is your name, my lady?"

Medlinya broke into a wider smile being called such a thing. "Medlinya. Now stop wasting your energy for silliness and train yourself with more weapons I have in the hut."

Gwiliweth happily followed after Medlinya like a loyal puppy to the hut talking the whole way as Medlinya contentedly listened.

~~ End of Flashback~~

With her memory at a end, her attention directly focused on to the scene in front of her. The count of trees began to lessen as the trio approached the outside of the woods. Noticeably the light of the sun grew brighter and brighter, the less brighter Medlinya's smile became. The course brush waned into simple grass. Gandalf had indeed lead them to a clearing with a cobblestone road just one step forward. Her eyes cautiously scanned the new sight like a deer carefully approaching a meadow keeping an watchful eye for any predators.

To her right, she saw a small village of stone and half timbered houses nestled against a low wooded hill a good twenty minutes away. With her keen elf eyes, she noticed a thick hedge surrounding the village. The only way into the village was a great wooden gate barring the western entrance along their cobblestone road. To the left was just the road continuing on through her familiar forest, the road leads into Hobbiton. The land of hobbits.

Medlinya, the only one that hadn't stepped onto the road, attentively inched her way onto the cobblestone road. A sense of relief followed through her very being. The forest had been a very good protector, but it seemed overprotective over Medlinya. The trees themselves made her feel that she could never leave from their safety. They had willingly given Medlinya sustenance throughout the years in their sanctuary. In response of her absence, the whispers of trees grew louder and louder as the news spread to every tree. Medlinya stroked a tree softly and eventually silence followed after.

Gandalf cleared his throat capturing the attention of both women. "Go now. I must fly." Gandalf announced before whistling loudly. Silence again hung among the trio.

A light wind embraced the land. The grass was ever so slightly tousled by the wind. Medlinya knelt down and placed a hand on the ground. A vibration she could feel, a vibration of a horse. A strong horse coming from the east, she noted. Her head pivoted over to the east and watched intently. In the distance, a brown horse appeared striding towards them. The faithful horse whinnied and pranced over to Gandalf.

Immediately the old wizard mounted the horse and bowed his head towards the women. "Until our next meeting, farewell."

Medlinya smiled and rose to her feet. "May thy paths be green and the breeze on thy back." she replied using her people's traditional farewells.

Gandalf squeezed his calves against the horse, "Yah!" he commanded. Instantly the horse dashed forward heading southwest.

The two watched the old wizard disappear before looking to each other. They nodded to each other and strolled side by side down to Bree. Medlinya watched the town as they approached and heard the murmur of people grew louder and louder. The gate as tall as a tree stood between the women and the town of Bree.

Speechlessly, Gwiliweth knocked against the gate. A slotted peephole slid open and the eyes of a man appeared and flickered between the two women. "What business brings two women to Bree?" a gruff voice question suspiciously.

Gwiliweth lift the hood up ever so slightly enabling the man could see her eyes. "We come to visit a friend of ours at the Prancing Pony." she answered truthfully.

The man nodded slowly and the peephole slid closed. The women stood there until the gates of Bree creaked open. The man appeared from behind the door. He was an old man with thin white hair covered by a hood of a raincoat. His fuzzy white eyebrows, almost like a twin fuzzy caterpillars, scrunched down low to his eyes. His nose was huge with a droopy tip. "Welcome to Bree, ladies"

Medlinya and Gwiliweth bowed their heads to the man respectfully. The cloaked red headed woman lowered the hood over her eyes once more as they strolled inside of the village. The cobblestone street in between the buildings was narrow only two people side by side wide as given. Many men prowled the streets after a few women who seemed to be prostitutes. Women were quietly buying produce on either side of the street. No children played in the streets. There was no joy or happiness of being married or being a child in the years of innocence and games.

Medlinya and Gwiliweth uneasily strolled along catching a collection of stares. The men mostly lustful, the women jealously, and the children seemed curious not used to seeing strangers let alone female.

The two women glanced at each other. 'I don't like those stares, Lady Medlinya', Gwiliweth thought out loud.

Medlinya heard the thought and nodded. 'I don't understand these humans', she grumbled distastefully. Gwiliweth chuckled inside her mind in response. Ending the conversation, the two searched for the Prancing Pony. It wasn't very long until they saw a sign of the Prancing Pony Inn. Immediately, the women approached the door to the inn and set foot in.

The light was dimmer and immediately their sensitive noses caught the whiff of beer. Medlinya grimaced at the smell. 'Seriously, I don't understand humans. Beer is vile,'She thought loudly. Again, the red headed woman chuckled but a little louder.

Medlinya scanned the room carefully. The moment the women stepped foot into the inn, they had been noticed by all the men inside. All knew they were too drunk to function correctly and continued their chat with the men around them. The room was quite large for how small the inn looked from outside. To the left of the women was the counter where a red faced man with a horseshoe mustache as his side burns connected his facial hair to the waning hair on his head tended to the customers. In front was a series of tables neatly in two rows of five. The room was quite smokey from cigars and the fireplace combined. To their surprise, there were a few hobbits and dwarfs drinking in the inn.

Gwiliweth turned to the man behind the counter. "Excuse me?" she asked with ladylike charm.

The mustache man looked over with a kind smile and walked over to their side of the counter. "Good afternoon, ladies. What can I help you with?" the man asked politely.

Gwiliweth smiled and lifted her hood again slightly. Her silver eyes were shining with gratitude. "We were hoping if we could sit for a friend of ours. He told us that he would meet us here later."

The man nodded understandingly and gestured to the room with his large hand. "You may stay as long as you want. Take a seat anywhere and enjoy yourselves."

Gwiliweth smiled more. The two women bowed their heads respectfully. "Thank you sir. You are very kind."

The women walked across the room to the right Medlinya lead them to a vacant table for two against the wall. They settled in their seats, Medlinya taking a right seat to see the entire room clearly. The two sat there quietly absorbing their surroundings.

When Gwiliweth leaned over to Medlinya still surveying the room. "Who do you think Strider is?"

Using her mind, Medlinya carefully explored into each man who seemed to be a ranger's mind. She came up empty handed until she laid her eyes on a mysterious brooding man sitting at a table in the far corner, smoking a carved long stemmed pipe, peering from beneath a travel-stained cowl with flickering eyes.

Carefully she tapped into the stranger's mind. To act natural she began looking around the inn and pretended she was talking to Gwiliweth. Tenderly streaming through his mind, she noted that it was very organized but very knowledgeable unlike the other men in the inn. Just when she was about to get a name, she was mind blocked.

~End of Prologue~

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Author's note: I hope you liked the beginning of the journey of Medlinya and Gwiliweth! This is my first story on Wattpad... and I'm excited to continue on with this book. Big Lord of the Rings fan!! (:

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