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"I'm sorry, I must of miss heard, but did you say, Elves?" For all the things I've ever seen, this truly was the hardest thing I could ever wrap my head around, and here I thought meeting Captain Hook in person was by far the strangest thing for me to ever face in my lifetime while taking up a permanent residence here in Storybrooke. It had been three days since the birth of my little sister. Ava Nolan. The second of princess of Enchanted Forest. For most of the day, we all celebrated. Tons of food had been cooked at grannies, and Henry, well of course he had been happy to back home. Though the instinct to run away, became even to ignore. For now, Mary Margaret kept my overactive mine busy by giving me the history of the place I had been born in. One that involved Elves of all things, and creatures known as the Maia. Creatures that all considered gods for their other worldly beauty and magical powers. In fact, it's due to my grandparents in fact that David believed I had been born with magic. And me being the product of true love brought these abilities out in me.

As for Ki- Hook, he kept close to me and Henry. Checking in on us, since the death of Neal. Even volunteered himself whenever a task needed doing. Such as helping David setting our plates of food on the table or simply fetching an item or two that we were in need of. I'll appreciate this till the moment my last breath is drawn. He's earned my trust, slowly since he gave my memories back to me in New York. But for tonight, tonight was a night of learning about the royal bloodline that carried down through the ages to me and my little- younger sister Ava. Her bright blue eyes, and dark hair, a match for Mary Margaret. In terms of hair color. The eyes, from David. A blessing. Both their daughters came out with a part of them. Though Henry found it absolutely weird over having an aunt twelve years younger than him. But for this past knowledge to be dumped onto me, I had no idea what to make of that. An elf princess? Married to someone that the people once considered a god? I opened my mouth several times and shut it. Waves of confusion soaking into my skin, while Killian explained that his blood line descended from some elf by the name of Legolas. That his mother was the last one to show any elven traits. Her ears, pointed, pale blonde hair shoulder length and the brightest of blue eyes he inherited from her.

This all would've kept going the ground began to shake beneath our feet.

"David!" Being shouted loudly by Mary Margaret as Killian yelled, "Swan!"

It lasted for a good twenty minutes. When it stopped, a light amount of debree fell from the ceiling. Killian covered Henry and I, while David covered Mary Margaret and Ava. Who now cried in terror. Unsure of the dangers she's been placed in. Nor knowing the going on around her. Poor Ava, who much like me, went through so much after being born into Storybrooke as I had in the Enchanted Forest. But unlike me, our parents wouldn't be forced to abandoned her. Jealously colored tons of my emotions since our first meeting, and I've tried through helpful talks with Archie, and yes, even Captain Hook though it pains him to admit, but those feelings, and why I had them. No one but them understood that the twenty-eight years' worth of trauma left me with more than trust issues. But also, self-esteem issues. Of never being enough, and for what Neal did to me, who could blame me for needing more reassurance that I wouldn't be forgotten again.

"What the hell was that?" Asked David, currently brushing the loose dust of debree from his now dirtied blonde hair. The same as Killian, who had some difficult as he had been letting his hair out some. As for the leather jacket I wore, I had no choice but to take it off my person and shake it off.

"Not sure Mate." Killian pitched in, barely moving inches from Henry and I, ensuring above else. "Though, I think its best if all of us evacuate the premises."

Mary Margaret nods her head, fully trusting his words. He's done so much for the family already, so she knew to take him at his word and listened when he had something to say concerning me, or Henry. Especially with Killian being the only connection to his father, and gods, even his grandmother when its truly thought about. Milah. A woman neither I nor him will ever meet. But knew that she was once Killian's first love. Whatever happens, he'll be there to help clean up the messes by other villains. "Let's go Hook. Guys, take Henry to Regina, and stay with them. Probably safest place to be for you and Ava."

David's lips fell into a thin line, unhappy to separate from us, but knew, he didn't have a choice, and that the words I spoke weren't a suggestion. The only thing grabbed were our cellphones, and Ava's diaper bag. Her cries having quieted down due to the rocking motion of David's arms. It seems, she too would be a daddy's girl. Once we hit the streets, I gave a see you soon hug to them all, squeezing Henry a little harder than needed, but hey, he's my kid. I must remember to hold him extra tightly, especially Neal couldn't hold him any longer.

"Swan, what in the devil's name is that?!" Hook's pupils are wide as saucers, off in the direction where a bright beam of light shot into the sky. Pressing the strongest of energies into Storybrooke. Magical energy, that no longer had a person to be tethered to. We rushed down into the forest, following all the way to the barn where Zelena had kidnapped my sister to. All of it spiraling out of control, and from the barn doors, I knew the wood wouldn't hold for much longer.

"I'll call Regina." I say, voice leveled with shock. None of it mattered, however, for the doors flew open, the magic from the time portal, dragged Hook and I forward, my phone lost forever.

Hook grunted painfully, trying to tug me closer, and keep a hold of me. But in the end, it wasn't enough, I found myself falling down the time portal as Alice fell down the rabbit hole. Then everything, went dark.

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"I need to stop following this woman." I all but seethed through clenched teeth as I purposely let the portal take me right behind my Swan. Cold darkness had enveloped me, a loud roaring in my ears as I realized that Emma and I were dropped in the middle of the bloody ocean! But where was my Swan? My darling Emma? "Swan?!"

There's no answer, and for the first time in a long time since Liam died, since Milah, hell, since my mother Alice died, a harsh heaviness settle over my chest as the intrusive thought that I lost my Emma as I've lost others I loved. The relief which flooded me once I heard her calling out to me, was like a siren calling to sailors on a dark foggy night. Beautiful, as she, my Emma. Though, I did mildly panicked when it became clear that the two of us weren't alone out here. Even more concerning were the two people, sitting on the raft. Enemies? Or savors? Either way, at least we's out of this blasted cold water.

"Killian." My name on her lips, is like a breath of cool spring air. Her hand is stretched out to me, and I quickly grab a hold. With the assistance of the only other man here. He's dressed in the rugged form of clothing, looking ever close to falling to bits. Medium length dark brown hair, green eyes that bore a striking resemblence to Emma's, same shape, color and muscles that could be the result of working in a forge, or some other type of heavy lifting. As for the woman, no, elf, dark blue eyes that seem to carry the world within them. A heaviness that could only come from the loss of family. Dressed in a thin white shift that thankfully kept the poor things body hidden from prying eyes. My attention however returned to Emma, who like me, looked very much a drowned can.

"Swaan." I say, teeth chattering, as I plop onto top the wood. Rocking the make shift raft just a bit. "You alright love?"

"Yyeah. Just a bit cold." Aye. That I understood, and scooted as much as she's allow into her personal space to share body heat. Surprisingly, she dare fight with me on this. With me close, she turned to our recuers. Body shaking as she put the order of business to the forefront. "Who are you?"

The she elf, who've we now had the pleasure of being with us, is the first to answer. Her tone sharp, but still weak sounding. Probably from being here for a long period of time. "Galadriel."

As for the man, he simply gave a crooked smirk, as if he knew something we didn't. Then answer. Voice heavied with accent that sounded similar to my own. "Halbrand."

One look to Emma, and I knew she caught him in a lie. For her eyes narrowed to slits. This Halbrand would learn though, lies didn't work on Swan. But for all intents and purposes, we landed far into the past of Mist Haven, previously known as Middle Earth with one of her grandparents. Plenty of time for her to learn everything of Galadriel before we return home. I knew she must've been thinking the same for next I knew, she asked, "is that a dagger?"

Galadriel's head turn just a smidge, catching the words of Emma, and her lips twitched into a light smile. Her tired self waking up. "Yes. It is."

"It's beautiful lass," I but in, voice sounding dry, mouth tasting of what, I didn't know quite yet. "Wherever did you get such a thing crafted?"

I pretended not to notice Emma stealing my flask from within in my pocket. Her skilled fingers, never letting me know what she was digging for as I knew from past interactions, that's always what she went for. As for this Halbrand, his head tilted, trying to figure out if I am a danger for him and Galadriel. Or a problem that would have to be taken care of sooner or later. As for Emma she was too busy taking a swig of my rum before offering it right over to Galadriel who looked very stunned to be freely offered. Likely, humans didn't treat her kindly often with that elven heritage of hers. She to, took a quick gulp, then lightly coughed while Halbrand patted her on the back. She handed the flask to him, body shuddering from the strength of the rum, then finally, she answered. "A dagger that was gifted to me by my elder brother, Finrod."

Her voice cracking told me he likely he died some time ago. Maybe during the wars. Who but Galadriel knew? "Sorry for you loss. I to loss my older brother."

A flick of sympathy entered those blue eyes followed by a deeper sorrow. Perhaps she never had someone to relate in such a grievance before, or probably she bottled it up till was able to steal the life Finrod once had. Much like me, turning pirate after Liam died. Minus the obsession for rum, and getting pissed drunk on a routinely manner. "How did you find yourself stranded? Was your ship attacked also?"

Emma startled, nearly falling off the raft, except Halbrand managed to help her to righten herself before that could happen. She beat me to the punch in giving him an answer. Not that I trusted the man. "No. No. It's a rather long story. One, I don't should be held in the middle of an open sea."

"Really?" Halbrand straightens his back out, handing the flask back to me, finally allowing me to quench my old thirst, and gather my own warmth. "Something tells me there's more to it than that."

"As the lass said, it's a long complicated story." I bite out, storing the rum away into my leather jacket.

"Does that mean your running? From or towards I wonder?" His head tilts the opposite direction, eyes still curious. But there's a hardness there. One cummilated over the time. From pain? Or an entirely different reason.

"Halbrand, perhaps, we should worry more about hitting land soon, or perishing." Galadriel butted in. Eyes focused on the open waters. Still black under the moonlight. "Remeber, that worm could still be lurking."

Halbrand held his hands up in surrender. "Whatever you wish commander."

Emma and I risked a look at each other, then quietly laughed as we witness the bond forming between them. Though, we did wonder, when it would be, that Galadriel would be meet her grandfather Sauron.

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I had no clue as to what to make of these strangers, and while the man with one hand slept, and Galadriel slept, I busy myself with trying to figure out Emma. There's more to her then appeared, and I sensed a great power which layer within her. As well as a great light which rivaled my own. The light which has since dimmed down over the course of my servitude to Melkor. The scars that lined my back and upper shoulders with a phantom lingering in the shadows. I half recognise the Maia I used to be. Eru forbid I ever be able to go back to where I came from. I doubt the Valar would ever welcome me home again. Redemption or no. I made my bed and now I'd no other choice but to lie in it. As for the she-elf, I had to admire her strong personality. Even when I did not want to bring another straggler on board our raft, I quietly allowed her to bring someone else on board with us. The young woman, Emma, while she may be or may not be aware of it, her light, her power is strong. Humming beautifully underneath her slim pale fingers. Yes, I found her to be stunning, though seeing how shy and meek she is, she is someone who could easily influenced. Too easily influenced. I'd have to keep a delicate eye on her. As for her male suitor, if the looks he threw at her were anything to go by. I'd say, he must be working extra hard in this courtship.

Mortal men, I find, quite tedious in their pursuit of female company. Though I did wonder why it mattered much to me if he was seeking Emma's company. When our eyes locked, they narrowed down in silent warning. He kept his gaze to me a few minutes more, then he went back to sharing that drink of his, which, Emma kept close to her breast this time. As for Galadriel, no the she-elf, she tugged on the ropes, ensuring each side of raft stayed together. Her shift slowly drying and her body becoming increasingly visible. Her nipples, poking through soft material and the curve of her ass becoming much too prominent. Leaving more than enough for my imagination. "Tell me, Halbrand, what is it you do?"

Emma's question, I found more than the usual line of conversation between mortals, and with us stuck on the open waters, it was a decent distraction I found most welcome. It even kept the ugliest of tendencies, out of mind. Far from sight. I gave a soft smile, the edge of my lips twitching in quiet laughter. "I am a black smith, my lady."

A weird look swept over her face. Though seeing as I hadn't been granted the right to use her name, I didn't. I had to keep to some morals. Though I doubted that to be the reason for her reaction. I asked to be certain. "Something the matter, my lady?"

She let out a dry sounding kind of laugh, her companion, following right behind her. "Sorry, I don't mean to laugh Halbrand, it's just that's how I met Killian. With him telling me that he is just a blacksmith."

Oh. Perhaps this courtship of theirs faced some trials. From her words to my assumption, it sounded like Emma might be of higher station. One where her parents may not approve of the man. Killian smiled rather smugly and amused by the memory shared between them. "What's your favorite thing to make?"

Well now, that's a little harder to answer. I made so much. Before my time as Sauron. Before my time under Melkor. Not that I could ever say that directly to her face. So, I decided to stick to my old time as Mairon. Explained how I enjoyed the craft making things for others rather than just the love of making typical objects. Like swords, daggers, even glass panes to be put into the windows around the homes of the Valar. I'm sure which all were removed and destroyed when I chose to return to my dark master. "I enjoy making about anything, my lady."

"Yeah, that's going to get old really fast, just call me Emma." She said, sighing heavily as the exhaustion caught up to her. Even the commander had gone quiet, lost in her thoughts, or maybe having already fallen asleep. She moved closer to the man who came with her, head dipping down as sleep slowly overcame her. "Maybe we'll talk more tomorrow?"

She sounded hopeful. Odd. I give a silent agreement. If only to be left alone a while longer. Wanting to pace my mind and figure out the next few steps from here. I willed for something to get us out of the cursed water. Somewhere warm. Typically, the skin I chose for myself couldn't get cold. But with me still regaining all my old power, this human skin, left me with many desires. I surely hoped the weakness ended soon. I to, drifted to sleep sometime in the night. Waking to a human hand, pressing on my shoulders, shaking me awake. Emma. Her eyes, concerned, as she quietly pointed in a single direction. A ship, with white sales, could be seen just a way from us in the horizon. She then busied herself in waking her friend, and when it came to wake the commander, I urged against it. Explaining how she been swimming the open waters far longer than us three and needed rest. Reluctantly, Emma agreed.

By the time the ship came close to us, all other worries diminished. The ship's captain explained we were now his guests, and nothing to worry over. Elendil he called himself. The commander I took in my arms, careful not to disturb her sleep as I clambered up the small latter and onto the deck of the ship. As for this Killian, his eyes lingered over the sails, and other parts of the wood. Admiring the craft it took into building the bloody vessel. I imagine it took some time to create. My gaze also would've lingered, if not for the sleeping she-elf, weightless as a feather, dreaming away in my very arms. He granted us all our own space, mine with the she-elf, and Emma with her companion. She did check in on the two of us, once they were settled in their own space. Leaving only when I insisted that I and the commander were fine, and promised to join them both up top, whenever we had the energy to do so. The word no was probably never in her vocabulary. The she-elf came to only after I came back with a small bowl of food. Who knows how long she had been swimming for or if she could even handle large amounts of food or not? "She lives."

Her head whirls around, blue eyes were full of worry till I stepped free of the ship's shadows. She takes the bowl I offer, no second thoughts. Digging into the food much like a savage would after being starved for days on end. Then stops, spoon mid-way to her mouth. "Our hosts. Saviours or captors?"

I nearly laughed. Though I kept myself in check while taking a seat not too far away from her. "It's not poisoned. If that's your concern."

All manners forgotten, she begins shoveling the vegetables into her mouth. Moaning either from the heat, or simply from the taste. "Not for humans, anyway."

I truly wanted to laugh when she threw a glare in my direction. Not happy at all about my little joke. Our eyes each flash to the sound of footsteps coming from the upper deck. Then to one another in concern. Till we hear the latch open up. One of the crew members gestures for us to come on top, and with little hesitation, that is exactly what we do. All the sailors eyeing us, as well as our other traveling friends. "One of the Eldar. Onboard my ship."

The three of us, we turn to Galadriel, and I begin to wonder, if rescuing the she-elf from the depths of those dark water, was the wisest of my choices thus far.

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"One of the Eldar. Onboard my ship?" My eyes narrow. Another human who hated my species? Another human who blamed us for the destruction of Morgoth's wrath perhaps. "Strange tides indeed."

He eyed me directly, scanning for some sort of hidden lie. He found none. Instead, he welcomed my companions by fate and me aboard his very illustrious ship, stating clearly to all aboard we were his honored guests. They backed off. Still curious over me, but not as much as my strangely dress friends, Emma and Killian. The clothes they wore were like nothing ever worn here across Middle Earth. Especially the trousers worn by Emma, clearly made to fit a woman of her stature. Personally made perhaps. Through my incredibly strong hear, I could gather the topic of sails, and if this vessel compared to the one Killian supposedly owned. He smiled faintly at Emma, and said that it rivaled the Jolly Roger, at a close second for him.

Was he the captain of his own ship then? If so, what became of it? I've never known a sea loving man to walk away from the very thing considered to be home on the open waters. Though the emotion behind his eyes showed me how much he loved being on the vessel. Even one that isn't rightfully his. Humans, all the same for the most things and yet, all different in their paths of life that the One granted them as those of the eldar. I harbored no ill will toward humanity, never cared much to pay them any attention. Though I found much of thier skills unique, quite beautiful in other aspects. Of course, for this moment, I'd be willing to lend my trust to another stranger. "What vessel is this?"

"Be at ease," the captain said, eyes, filled with sympathy for the misfortunes that left me on the open sea. "I'm obliged to deliver you safely to my betters."

"They will answer your questions, not I." Those words, didn't inspire much hope inside of me. Only worry. When I question which port we'd be sailing towards, it is then that Halbrand cut in on the half answers. Not liking the captain's dismissal of me. While I did not require his protection, I appreciate his trying to help. I all but screamed out my frustration when I noticed my brother's dagger lodged in his belt. Then, fell into awe in a single moment when great large cliffs became visible through the sea breeze. Followed by the entrance of a far off place I hadn't been to, but recognize through old stories provided to me.

"What is this place?" Halbrand asked the same time as Emma's, "where are we?"

Their awe, like a child seeing the grandest toy they could ever lay their eye upon. Even Killian, whose mouth popped open in great admiration. So, I humoured them a bit more. "There is only one place it can be, the land of the Star . . . The island kingdom, Numenor."

Halbrand and the other two, trail behind me, taking in all the wonderful smells, colours. The flags, the merchants, the materials. Which I to, tried to focus on instead of the humans, openly staring at my ears, and my lack of proper clothes. "Since when did men like me build kingdoms such as this."

"We're in the birth place of Eric and Ariel," Emma quietly whispered to Killian who simply nodded. The edge of his lips twitching. Perhaps, they were family to Emma who were descended of those who were soldiers, who long ago when the battle with Morgoth became too much to bare, fought brilliantly against him.

As to Halbrand's blantant question. I told him that he and the builders of Numenor were nothing alike. I explained how his ancestors pledged themselves to a dark lord, while those in Numenor, fought against him and his vileness. Explaining that they fought on the side of the elves, and as a reward from the Valar, gift them this very island. One to call home. "Though, it has changed."

"Do I detect a note of envy?" Halbrand joked with me. Catching the eye of Emma, who also nodded in agreement.

"Not envy," I mumbled sadly. "Sorrow."

I then go to tell them how one day Numenor stopped all contact with the Elves, and no trade ever again happened between our two species. That as they witness for themselves, elves were met with distrust, hatred wherever they fell into view of the human gaze. The queen regent, a lightly skinned woman, standing near the throne of her father. Eyes foward, gaze sharp as Halbrand quietly whispers for the four of us to kneel under his breath. "No one kneels in Numenor."

"Sorry," Halbrand quickly apologizes upon his error of judgement. Killian and Emma, they say nothing. Just stare ahead, waiting for their chance to speak freely, instead of making the assumption that they are freely able to do so. The queen, stares firmly in my direction already deciding I am a problem she doesn't have.

"Speak, Elf," her voice carries in the large throne room. A large gathering of her subjects, likely her councilmen seeking to deal with issues involving their kingdom. "Name thyself."

"Galadriel of the Noldor," I say, confident, calm, body slightly tensed thanks to all the travel which guided me to this very kingdom. "Daughter of the Golden House of Finarfin. Commander of the Northern Armies of High King Gil-galad."

Halbrand stares at me, and questions the long titles I offer out. Unafriad of reprecussions that may fall upon me for doing so. Emma, meerly looks at me with awe, as for Killian, he didn't seem to care much for them, as they held no significance for him, or the woman standing close beside him. His blue eyes, in fact were soully focused on her, constantly checking over for injuries he might've not noticed now that we are on dry land where a healer is now easily available. "Halbrand, of the Southlands."

Emma blinked, realizing that it was her chance to speak. "Princess Emma, of Misthaven."

A princess? Well, she certainly didn't hold the posture nor wore the proper clothing I or anyone else might expect or someone with royal blood. Judging by Halbrand's expression, he was thinking along those same exact lines. "Killian Jones. Princess Emma's commanding guard."

"Two Men, a Woman, and Elf together," a man of old age, dressed in royal blue and gold robes that fell to his feet, long grey and white hair that matched with the fully sported beared. One hand, resting on the belt of his clothes as took in the odd sight that is us.

"We are companions by chance," I call back. "Found each other on the open sea."

Their captain gazes upon me as I mention his kindess, and request that his mercy be showed to us by the queen, and her subjects till we all managed to make our way out of here. No reason to start trouble when it wasn't needed. Well, that surely wasn't my intent when I asked to be allowed safe passage back to the mainlands of Middle Earth. However the one man, didn't like my way of requests, stating it had been a very long time since they held any business with the elves. I kindly remind him how the island was given to them by elves.

The queen then states, they weren't given anything having earned the island by the price of their peoples blood. Blood as payment, I had no issue with giving for a passage home. This disgruntles everyone, slowly turning things into a bit of an uproar. "Guards!"

"My friends," Halbrand says drawing the attention of everyone in this very room. "It seems to me that our leaving presents some complications."

"Perhaps," he continues, stepping forwards, hands held in calm surrender. "It'd be better if all of us stayed."

"What?" Killian and Emma wear stunned expressions while mine is just a small fraction of what boils beneath the surface. Like hot water bubbeling in a large pot.

"Stayed?" I questioned him. Just to be ignored as he continued the queen over to his side.

"Long enough, good Queen," one hand gets held in my direction. His silent notion signaling for me to quiet myself while he spoke. "To give you and your advisors adequate time to weigh our request."

"A few days, perhaps?" The queens lips pursed with deep tension while she stared in the direction of the man, who, for all my instincts screamed would be a problem at a later time. If, paths were crossed often enough between him and us for.

The crowd murmurs amongst themselves, while the very same man, opens his mouth once more and says, "three days. The elf is to be restricted."

I shall have to speak with Halbrand, and his manner to butt in on my behalf. I need not the protection of a mortal man. Emma and Killian simply follow, knowing they can't disagree with what Halbrand suggested for the lot of us.

"Good queen?" I whispered, a little miffed at all thats happened. War would not wait. Sauron would not wait. His evil would likely continue to spread unless I brought it to a complete holt.

"The Southlands," he sighs heavily, eyes rolling back in his skull annoyed with me like I am him. "Will still be there within three days."

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"The Southlands," he sighs heavily, eyes rolling back in his skull annoyed with me like I am him. "Will still be there within three days."

One knowing look to Killian, and I know he saw as I did. Galadriel had a crush on Halbrand and from the way he looks at her, it is mutual. Though I felt bad, thinking they made a perfect couple when Galadriel is meant to be with my grandfather, Sauron. The palace grounds aren't a bad place to be in, the air, the smell of the open seas, and from the look of Killian, he's thinking back to the Jolly Roger, which, come to think of it, he hadn't been spending much time sailing around Storybrooke as of late. I'll shall have to ask him why.

"But the people may not be," grumbled Galadriel, who seem to want to rush into things, or run from things. She reminded me of myself since I learned the truth about my parents and why they abandoned me. Or why they didn't abandon me I should say. It still boggled me that they are the exact same age as me, all due to a curse cast by Regina over the immense grief she carried and never looked past. With whom Mary Margarett is as a person, I could see how her not thinking actions have consequences and that everyone is a good person could cause such problems not just for her, but an entire kingdom. As for Galadriel, in minor ways, she made me think of Regina, and her struggles to stay on the side of right, to not stray from all she promised Henry. But by the state of things, it appeared Galadriel is walking a very thin line between the light and dark. Seeking to destroy her ancient adversary, my grandfather whom she had no idea, that she'd be falling in love with.

For all the way life works out, and for my role as the savior, I'd make sure that they had a happy ending well deserved. With it being a full-time job, I knew I had to help Halbrand and Galadriel to. Purpose talking with Killian might help her. He spent nearly three hundred years on a revenge spree and also knew the unending pain of loss from an older brother. Purpose this type of bond, would push her past her desire to fight. To keep running endlessly toward a danger that would only result in her own death.

"He isn't wrong you know," I softly murmur to Galadriel, drawing the attention of both her and Halbrand. "Sometimes a good rest helps clear one's perspective and plans for the future."

Halbrand looked rather impressed by what I said to her, a glint of amusement appearing in his eyes as they fell at the back of her head. Waiting on her to argue back with me, she surprised us both when a sigh fell from her lips, and instead resumed on to the room she'd be granted to stay in. This earned a chuckle from the strange man, though, my gut told me he is more than what he portrays himself to be. As for Killian, he kept to my side where he belonged, and when it came time part ways, we didn't. To the surprise of everyone including Halbrand and Galadriel.

Halbrand was the first to speak out over this. "You don't cross me as being lovers."

Galadriel, for her part, seemed quite stunned at his remark, then stared between Killian and I. Wondering about the nature of our relationship. Her cheeks, growing a bit pink, like a child who stumbled upon something they shouldn't have. Killian shrugs his shoulder, scratching behind his right ear in nervousness. "Our courtship is rather new, just a month really, and we've been keeping it private for now."

I smiled, loving that he brought up the one boundary I had for the two of us. That no one who shouldn't be knowing of our courtship, be told. Unless directly asked, or remarked upon as Halbrand just did. His left brow raised a few inches up, creating a curious as well as faked innocence with that light stubble growing along his chin. "Oh? Parents didn't approve of your suitor I take it?"

This time, Killian let out a bellowing laugh. I threw a glare in his direction for good measure. This only to cause him to laugh even louder drawing the looks of others standing just beyond us. Some stunned to silence while others looked pissed to be disturbed. As for Galadriel, it seemed she joined in on Killian's merriment. This came to an end though when Halbrand tugged her by the wrist and into his side, staring down at her while she became more than annoyed to have been man handled by a stranger. Though she quickly forgave him when a very personal item was returned. The dagger she been carried while on the raft. This earned bonus points from Killian, as while he is a pirate, and a pick pocket, he also did do a good twenty-eight years as a blacksmith, from what I've noticed as well as him, Halbrand had the look and callouses on his hands that were very telling. "Try not to make any new enemies."

He walks away, unbothered, determined to make a new living for himself. For the cue, we give soft goodbyes to Galadriel, then head for our own to explore. Curious to see the rich history of our ancestors. We don't see either of them, till lunch, when we find Halbrand, eating a meal that looked far too good to not have some for ourselves.

"Hi Halbrand," I greet, a small smile on my face as I take a seat across from him. Eyeing his food and getting a bit impatient for Killian to bring me my share. "That any good?"

His answer, shoving a large forkful right into his awaiting mouth. Light shining in those green eyes of his. Green eyes that very much look like mine and like mine, seemed to hold a ton of pain and horror from the past. How the man is holding it together in his calm exterior, well, personal experience told me I'll never have to guess. "Delicious."

"First you want our job, then our home, what will you take next?" a man, who sat a close to four feet from us sneered, not pleased by us being here. Even less so, when being brought in with an elf. Though, I failed to see the issue there.

"Don't forgot your women," Halbrand called back, downing what I know was something other than water. I let out a fake cough. Using a hand to cover my mouth. But Halbrand already knew, I've caught onto the crude joke. Killian to apparently as he turned in our direction. Smirk, etched onto his face, dimples in view. By the look of the man behind us, his mouth thrown into a frown. Not wanting a fight to break out and let the dummy get injured for misplaced anger and dislike, I swipe a piece of the fish in such a flash that the look Halbrand now wore, it couldn't be helped falling into a fit of loud laughter.

He said nothing, growing reserved as his head tilted to the side. As if not believing that anyone, let alone me, would steal his food. Soon, I knew he wasn't bother as Halbrand cracked a shit eating grin. Killian, who was none the wiser, just set my freshly cooked fish down before me, sliding into the empty space to my left. Thankfully, he breaks the awkrard silence that came out of no where. "Tell me, Halbrand, how long have you been a black smith?"

Halbrand leans back, his fork now resting on a very empty plate. Shoulders dropping to a completely relaxed posed at the subject change. Lips falling to tense free state. "For some time now. Its one of the few things I've been passionate about."

The love he has for black smithing is plain to see. "How skilled are you? I did know my way around a forge myself."

Yeah, for twenty eight years Killian Jones! I don't dare speak this out loud. It would draw too much attention that isn't warrented. Instead, I shove some fish off my plate directly into Halbrand's mouth.

"Payment for stealing from you," I explain, preventing him from answering Killian. While hoping it made things even between us. It did. I then go about feeding myself and the monster which took over my rumbling stomach. "Sorry."

"It's fine," he voice sounded rather on edge. "And, yes, I am very skilled in the forge. I take it you also are or were a black smith?"

Killian nodded. "I fancy making swords the most. The occasional dagger here and there."

They prattle on with things I don't understand. Well, till Halbrand calls it a day, and decides it's time to retire. Having not had any real rest since prior to being on the raft he had been on with us. We think nothing of it, bid him a farewell, and get to talking of other important things. Such as how we'll be getting home. It isn't until I see the stranger from before leave with his comrads in the same direct, does unease fill my pit. For that, Killian and I quickly finish up, and go in search of our new friend. This clearly spelled trouble.

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Never thought I'd see a mere human woman apologize for stealing a bit of food to settle their hunger. Let alone to me, a fallen Maia. From one look at Emma, if someone detail oriented knew what to look for, they could see that she is slightly under weight for her stature. What could've befallen her, that led her and her companion to being in my company. When this Killian heard me mentioned working as a smith, he proceeded to ask about my ability to create, I nearly scoffed at his show of skeptism. Then nearly broke into laughter when he got elbowed in the ribs for his poor show of manners. He quietly apologizes by his show of "bad form" I believe the man muttered, then proceeded to rub behind one of his ears nervously.

Emma relaxed, arms flexing as she gave a soft gaze, likely hoping I hadn't been offended. Normally, my temper ran hotter. But with my lapse of power, and being in a form prone to injury, I let it go. Instead choosing to focus more on Emma, without giving away too much of myself. I instead take the edge off by mentioning that black smithing was a passion of mine for some time. I don't mention anything about the Valar or working under Melkor while he wreaked havoc on Middle Earth. That would not bowl over well between I and the she-elf is she learned that I, her most hated enemy had been a few feet from her on a small raft. These thoughts are lost on me when Emma steals a small slice of fish from me. Interrupting the conversation between I, and the men neighboring us.

To my surprise, I manage to fake a smile instead of going on a rage, for having my meal stolen by a mortal woman, who, I wouldn't mind having as apprentice. If I read right, there's tons of power, lingering beneath the surface. Ready to burst freely. It becomes comical, when Emma shoves her meal into my own mouth, several minutes later after its arrival, payment she tells me. Again, another apology. We go back and forth in our conversation, till I tire of it, and decide to leave. Deciding rest might be in order.

I slipped away, a soft goodbye to Emma. Even her friend, who, I think needed luck in courting her. Especially if the one woman was in higher standing. Her choice of wording however, didn't speak of one who grew up in a fancy palace. Though perhaps she is a princess of another land with far different customs and rules for such a young lady. Though, the oddness that I somehow knew her wouldn't leave. Like the chains I once wore at the request of Melkor. Only heavier, a tighter grip around the neck. Her eyes, a similar shade to mine, which, I thought nothing of it at first seeing as the eye colour could be found in many humans. But how rare it's found I am out of my depths in knowing. "You have something of mine, low man."

I pause, sighing as I hadn't gotten very far in the alley way. I turn, hands raised. I had no need for a larger quarrel with the man I had not stolen from. For revealing the truth of whom I am, wasn't on my agenda. "Please, I don't want any trouble."

"It's a little too late for that, low man," he spat, he and his friends circling around me, eyes narrowed with fierce hatred. As if they thought staring at me would make me disappear from existence. They grow closer, enclosing me with their circle, all preparing to take a swing at me. Well, they can't say, I hadn't warned them. I'm about to take a swing myself when, the same exact women who apologized to me, came rushing forward with that suitor of hers, close behind me. 

"Did any of you gentlemen loose this?" In her hands, she holds the exact guild crest I had stolen to do some blacksmithing here in Numenor. I almost choke on the breath I had been sucking in, head tilting in curiosity to how she manages to take it from deep within my back pocket, when I sat directly towards her. I'm sure I would've noticed it. Or was it this damn human body, that made my instincts lesser. Or maybe this woman herself, was a human at all? A witch? A sorceress? I doubt she's a fallen Maia as I am. Most had gone back to the Valar seeking redemption or hiding out somewhere in Middle Earth waiting the return of Melkor. 

The man who owns the crest scowls. Clearly not liking he'd been made a fool of in front of his friends, and wasting his time over nothing. He then quickly snatches it from her hands and shoves past, his friends following suit. As for Emma, the edge of her lips twitched before she fell into a full fit of laughter and I along with her. When we eached calmed, Killian suggested we make our way out of the alley, before someone reported us for off poor behavior. As guest of the Numenor's, we simply strolled through the city streets. I intended to head on back to my room, however, Emma made a suggestion to visit the library. As to not be completely muddled brain while staying here. I raised an eyebrow in question, while Killian only shrugged in my direction, not knowing the actions behind Emma's behavior either.

"Hey, Killian, go search for Galadriel, we'll join in a minute." He bobbed his head is soft agreement, no signs of fear or concern with leaving me with alone with the woman I loved. Again leaving me puzzled over these two mortals. Emma stops just to the left of me, eyes fixed with a determined look. As if she were a cat that ate the bird. "You aren't who you claim to be, are you Halbrand?"

My muscles go tense, lips forming a frown. Killing her here, when someone, two someones would go looking for answers, isn't the attention I needed now while keeping low, and out of the general eye. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

It takes much restraint, to not throttle Emma, right here, right now. Her head tilts down, failing to hide the small smirk, I've seen many times looking in the mirror in all the mornings I rose to serve Melkor, and his desire to conquest Middle Earth. "You've been lying since we met on the raft, so please, no more. Sauron."

My hands bawl to fists, though before I am able to deny, or refute Emma's claim, Killian returns, offering his arm to her to lead her inside, where the lady of light, Galadriel awaits inside. In a small offered whisper, which would've been missed by another human, but not me, "we'll talk later."

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They entered with soft footsteps. Killian walked with Emma at his side, with purpose and care for the very woman he loved. Seeing such love, made me ache in the memory of my parents. Their long years of elven marriage. Happy, and blissful years of light and love granted by the Valar and the blessings of their union. Reminded me so much of all that had been lost in the war against Melkor, and his Leutenant, Sauron. I sought the later, to bring him to justice for all he'd done. The death of my brother, being one on a long list of crimes he comitted. I push those plans aside, instead focusing on the three new friends I've made.

Emma is the first to stroll the countless rows of books. Clearly in awe over each stack of books that caught her eye. The rich history of her ancestors all put together in one enlarged gift from the Elves. I smile, being reminded of Finrod, and the nights he spend in our family library, or those nights he read to me. Halbrand comes last, a cocky grin on his face as he stares at the maps laid out on the table. Muscles strenching as he leans down. Eyes twinkling as he takes in the marked paths. "Halbrand."

"Don't start," he says rather coyloy, head tilting to the left in a playful manner, hair dropping to the front of his eyes. Those green orbs that somehow just pierced my soul. With a hidden flame screaming out at me in dispair.

"You do not belong on this island," I say, not wanting to brash our personalities the other's too hard with the information I found. I toy with the papers, still in my hand. I planned to join him in private below, but I suppose here is good as any room.

That coyness of Halbrand doesn't fade, and instead turns to full amusment along with that playfulness falling into his words as he spoke. "If there's one of us that doesn't belong here, Elf, it's you."

This man. This human. Why must he run? Did he not know that fate or destiny is not something we can simply walk away from. Though if what he said about his home is too be believe, perhaps simply, I'm looking at a man who has given up on all hope. Abadoned it one might say. "I'm not so sure of that anymore."

"But of one thing I am now certain." I slide the papers across, hearing their age as it makes loud crinkling sounds. I do my hardest to not actually tare them. Not at all worried of Killian or Emma. I'm sure, they'd agree how important this truly is. "You are more than you claim."

"I found this, just two hours ago. I was going bring by your room later, but seeing as you are here." His eyes soften, the amusement gone. But for a small second, I swear I saw a faint trace of red boiling anger just lingering beneath the surface of his calm fasod.

His humour returns as he lifts the brown paper to the sunlight. His smirk stretching his face and bringing out a very youthful glow of innocence. "That's funny. I found this on a dead man."

We both jump as Emma drops a book that looked as every bit as heavy as it seemed from where we stood. Both Killian and Halbrand are quick to help, her, but Emma beats both men to the overly large volume. "He's telling the truth."

"The remark Halbrand made about finding his creast on a dead man." She explains, cheeks turning a faint pink. Her words, having been lost to both of us as another startled expression makes its way across both our faces.

It is then, that Killian goes into a deeper explination. "Emma can tell when anyone is lying. So, if Halbrand says he found it on a dead man, he found it on a deadman."

Halbrand then lifts a single brow. Now taking a very keen interest to Emma. A flare of jealous ignites in my breasts, for the life of me, I do not understand as nothing can happen between me and Halbrand in any case. Elves and humans were rarely a thing that happened out in Middle Earth. "That's, a very interesting skill to have. However did you come by it?"

Emma faked a cough. Then laugh. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her left ear. Green eyes also twinkling in a similar fashion to Halbrand. So similar, I would've thought them kin had I not been there when we met them on the raft in open waters.

"In any case," I say bringing Halbrand's attention back to me. "The armor that out to rest upon your shoulders weighs upon your soul."

"She isn't wrong mate," Killian chimes in, a deep sorrow that ran far beneath his skin. Far beneath his blood. "Time to gain some new perspectives."

Our words of comfort and encourgement do little to change his mind. But I see the wheels turning as he caresses the crest hanging down from his neck. A complacent sigh escapes through his mouth. Brows furrowing as he thinks deeply on the words he's about to speak. "Be, careful Elf. I'm not one who saves the lives of innocent people."

There's more, much more that he dares to not speak allowed. Instead moves to join Emma among the books. Who, has settled down, a book in her lap as she curiously reads the words written many eons ago. As for Killian, he joins me. Smiling fondly at all the maps laid out. Particulary the ones that have mapped out the stars above. His finger tips brush the edges, and his eyes grow ever mournful for a life long gone. "He isn't wrong lass. Keep on this path, and soon, you won't just face darkness. But also taste it."

I blink up at him. His tallness reminding much of Finrod. Then I look back down at my hands. Fingers balling into tight fists. If only, things were more simple. "Come with me to Middle Earth. Together we can redeem both our bloodlines."

There's a loud scoff. His back is tense but I know my words cut through him like a knife slicing butter. "Not likely, you're as stuck as us on this island."

The words from Emma are like a small blow to my lower abdomen. I know she doesn't say them in cruelty, but they hurt nonetheless and it doesn't help that Halbrand is now laughing at me. All tension forgotten. Everything would change. Even if, things might be quite difficult to achieve. Perhaps, Killian could help me in convincing the queen to at the very least allow us safe passage back to the Southlands.