I crept out of bed. I couldn't sleep, and a voice told me to go to the Mirror. I saw Lady Galadriel walking along, with Frodo behind her. I started after them, and we came to a clearing with a waterfall near it, and a stone basin in the center.
"Will you look into the Mirror?" I nodded and came forward. I saw...my parents. That was the night of my tenth birthday. They spoke in soft whispers.
"She is almost 50. We must tell her." My mother hissed. My father shook his head.
"When she turns 50 next year, we will tell her about the aging spell, and Middle Earth."
I stumbled back. No way! I was 50? I blinked. An aging spell... they must have put it on me so I would look eleven! But how, and why?
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Short! Sorry. Just wanted to put this chappie out! Love ya!
-Luna