Once more, I own nothing except my OC(s) and plot twists. Everything else belongs to their rightful owners!

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Picture: Her belongings

Artist: (Movie - Frozen 2)
Song: Into The Unknown

(I edited some of the lyrics down below)

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Note 📝: I'm sick, so this may or may not be the best few chapters.
(I'll edit for the 3rd time when I'm better.)

* Apostrophes in italics are thoughts
- Example: 'hello everyone!'

* Words without Apostrophes in italics put emphasis on certain word(s)
- Example: will I ever know?

* Tolkien's Languages will be translated within bold lettering
- Example: Mae Govannen *Well Met*

* Dreams will be within dash marks and asterisks
-Example: -* she saw them talking, nearly whispering amongst themselves... *-

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The Valar
(Click on picture to see it better)

Dredea (Drey-de-ah) is what I was named. How do I know this? A scroll of paper had my name on it. Along with the scroll of paper came two other objects, a necklace to put herbs in, and a rose ring that turned into a sharp pointed dagger to defend myself if need be. I was given these when I was old enough, of course. A baby shouldn't hold those objects.

My adopted parents died long ago, we were some of the first men to inhabit Middle Earth, that was the year FA 1.
It is now the year 2930 of the Third Age. I am one of the oldest beings on Middle Earth, I have no clue why I'm still alive.

In all of my long years, I just want to know who my birth parents are or were, know how I got my powers, why I was left with the birthmark of The Silmarils on my upper right arm.

And why did they leave me with my adopted parents in the middle of a forest?
They died so many years ago now, I can barely remember their faces. Ami and Thorgil were their names. A sickness took them.

I am roughly 6,972 years old give or take a few years. My powers started in my early teens, first I had dreams of the past. Than visions of what could be. Years later, I suddenly knew what people desired before they did. I recently discovered that If someone got sick, I could heal them, or myself. - Though this gift didn't come soon enough for my parents. I also rarely needed rest.

All of this... Seemed like a lot at first. I hid, afraid to leave our house or forest. What if something found me and wanted to use my powers for evil?

However, here I am in our run-down cabin in the middle of nowhere - which I honestly prefer.... At times. It gets lonely. I have no friends. Only myself. And those I see in my dreams from the past, and visions of the future. But, they can't see me. I can only see them.

One night, I drempt of something peculiar.... When my Dream Gift comes, I have free movement.

-* The Istari were gathered together, talking and nearly arguing amongst themselves. I had to listen closer.
"I tell you, the time has come!" The grey cloaked one spoke to the white robed one.
"I believe you, Gandalf. I have been waiting for centuries as well." The brown one agreed.
I silently wondered what they meant.
"Nonsense. The prophecy is nothing but rubbish." The white robed one stated.
"Saruman, I assure you it is not. Not this time." Gandalf assured him.
"And how do you know this?" Saruman asked.
"Because, I saw it in my mirror." A lady dressed in pure white with long blond wavy hair stated.
"Lady Galadriel, forgive me. I did not see you." Saruman apologized.
She smiled. "Few do, when I do not want them to."
"The prophecy goes as this: "When the moment comes that the sky is thick with sound, a secret meeting shall bring forth the beginning of a better future."
My eyes widened.
"When will this take place, My Lady?" Gandalf asked.
"Ten years from now, Mithrandir."
"Ten? This prophecy has been written since the making of men, and now we have to wait Ten years?" Radagast spoke.
"Patience, Radagast. We must wait and see what unfolds." Gandalf replied.
"Yes, we must. For the last half is still a mystery to me. Middle Earth has been in peace, so why does it mention "a better future." Galadriel said.

The dream then faded... Leaving me with a new set of eyes, in a way. *-

I sat in my run-down house, often thinking on that dream, remembering the words. Making sure to write them down, of course. I occasionally went hunting for food when needed, chopped wood for heat, whatever needed to be done around the house.

Until, a voice bugged me. Day and night. It would sing "Ah-ah, oh-oh~"
It started when I was cooking one morning, chopping vegetables. I opened the curtains, thinking it was someone outside singing. I called out "Hello?!"
But no one was their. I heard it again, "Ah-ah, oh-oh~"
This time I covered my ears. I still heard it. My eyes opened wide.
I grew irritated but curious.

When I'm frustrated, irritated... I sing. So, I sang.

"I can hear you. But I wont go searching, some look for trouble, while others don't.
There's a thousand reasons why I should ignore your whispers. And I will. I'll make them go away.
You're not a voice. Just a ringing in my ear. And if I've heard you, which I don't.
"Ah-ah, oh-oh~"
Yes, everyone I've loved is either in my past, or in my future. I'm sorry secret siren, but I'm blocking out your calls.
I don't need trouble, my troubles are my powers. I'd rather stay where I belong If I follow you, I'd be breaking the rules into the unknown.~
"Ah-ah, oh-oh~"

I got more irritated.

"What do you want? Is this the said prophecy?" I asked throwing my hands up in the air.
"Ah-ah, oh-oh~"
"What do you want, what do you need? 'Cause you've been distracting me. Are you here to hurt me, are you here to take me away?
Or could you be someone out there who's a bit like me? Who knows I'm not where i'm meant to be?
Could you know my parents?
Everyday's a little harder, hiding what I am. Seeing things that others don't see, doing things others can't. Living longer then most. I'm lonely, very lonely. There's a part of me that longs to go, longs to follow...
"Ah-Ah, oh-oh~"
"Ah-ah, oh-oh~"
I ran outside, following the voice.

"Are you out here, do you know me? Can you feel my powers? Please show me!
"Ah-ah, oh-oh~"
I ran and ran following this pink and blue light.

"Where are you going? Please don't leave me alone, I need answers I need to follow you~"

I ran faster and faster following the pink and blue light, not caring where I was until we reached a cave, a dark, dark cave. The light disappeared and I decided to make camp for the night...only now realizing how stupid I was to just run off like that.

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As some of you know, writing when sick isn't the best time.
I had to do math, and my brain just straight up went NOPE! 👎🏻
I literally asked for help, so if I got the age of how old she is wrong, I'm sorry 😆
(Math Learning Disability here to make matters worse.)

The story is inspired by Frozen II but is not a Crossover.
The inspired parts will end soon, not to worry for those who dislike the movie!