This chapter is dedicated to TheGirlWhoCan'tLetGo:

It was on the journey that Reyna felt that heat in her hands again, that prickling sensation, like pins and needles were driving into her skin. She gasped involuntarily and started massaging them, wondering how exactly they had fallen asleep. She looked down at them and swallowed.

They were glowing.

Reyna turned them over, stared at her palms. Fine lines of gold appeared through her hands.

The burning in her hands grew harder to bear, and finally she screamed as a blast of heat exploded from her fingers.

Reyna sat straight up. She was lying down on a bed of moss under a tree, the stars twinkling coldly above. Already the memory of her dream was fading, but still, what if...?

The girl risked a rabbit-quick glance at her hand. Nothing, not even a speck of light. She laid back on the moss.

Reyna knew she wasn't going to get back to sleep, so she just looked up, watching the stars merrily dance around the moon, until the gray light of dawn spread through the sky, heralding the rise of the sun.

Breakfast was simple, just a piece of toast (burned over a fire) with a bit of butter on top. Reyna thought it was like heaven. She filled the water-skins and then, when the group started moving, she accepted a backpack full of supplies. Once or twice she fancied her hands started tingling again, but when she anxiously checked them, nothing was wrong. Normally, she'd never do this because of a dream... But yesterday, she'd found a hole in her jeans, right after she had felt it start pins and needles again. That small rip was still there, darkened slightly at the edges. When Reyna had first noticed the tear, she'd paid no attention to the edges. But now...

She stopped walking and fingered the edge. It was hard, and not frayed like it would be if-

"Reyna! Catch up!" Aragorn yelled. His voice held a tone of annoyance in it, and Reyna, blushing furiously, jogged up and set herself at a slightly brisker pace. She would think about that later. Right now, she just needed to focus on walking. They would rest soon. She could ask Gandalf about it then, maybe he'd know something.

Of course he'd know.