A/N: So this is my very first chapter of my very first fanfic! How exciting! This is a slight AU where Lothíriel meets Éomer before the Ring War. Many thanks to everyone who is taking the time to read this, I hope you enjoy it.

Special thanks to my Beta, Lady BlueJay who has been so very patient with me.

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Disclamer: I don't own anything in the Tolkien Universe.

Chapter 1

Dol Amroth

Spring 3009

The first vision had come when she had been only a child, walking through the corridors of her home to join her older brothers for a ride along the beach. The air outside was warming after the cool winter, and she could smell salt on the breeze wafting in through the open windows. Then, as if she had suddenly been struck, she had fallen to the ground. She never felt the impact of the fall nor heard the sounds of alarm from the guards who were stationed in that very corridor. Her eyes had clouded over and she saw the future.

She was no longer in her own body but within the body of another. She could see through his eyes, for she knew it was a man, though how she knew was beyond her. He felt somehow familiar, as if she had met him before, but like a word on the tip of her tongue, his identity escaped her. He was standing in a forest, sword drawn, cutting down every foe in his path. As she focused on his adversaries, she saw they were orcs, though they seemed to be taller and stronger than the orcs she had seen pictures of in her brother's books. Behind him were two small beings, protected only by the skill and ferocity of his sword– children she thought. With a proficiency that she had only ever seen in her eldest brother, the man moved through his enemies as easily as steel cuts through water. He continued on his path until a single arrow pierced his chest.

She felt the impact, and helplessness as the orc drew his bow again and shot once more. She heard the two children scream, though their shrieks were unintelligible through the pain. After a final arrow, she returned to her own body, screaming from the pain of each arrow. She looked down and saw nothing. There were no arrows, no blood on her dress. Tears ran down her face as she heard one of the guards trying to calm her gently.

"Lothíriel!" Her father called from the end of the hall and began sprinting towards her. Her three brothers were not far behind and they expressed similar noises of alarm. Her father, Prince Imrahil, knelt and studied her face and carefully pulled her into his arms when he saw that she had not been hurt. "What happened?"

She blinked her eyes to dry the tears. The pain she had experienced was disappearing quickly. She shook her head, "I don't know. Only that he died."

"Who died?" Elphir, her oldest brother questioned. He looked around him as if looking for an enemy. "I see none who have suffered an injury."

"I don't know who. It didn't happen here. He felt like someone I knew though." She hardly noticed the suspicious whispering that she was either a seer or insane from some of the maids who had been drawn to the commotion. She quietly told her father and brothers what she had seen and felt.

Her father looked to her second oldest brother, Erchirion, for an answer. "Have you ever found anything like this in your reading?"

Erchirion shook his head solemnly. "No, but I will begin to search for an answer." Lothíriel could not miss the gleam in her brother's eye as he turned on his heel and headed for the library. Ever the scholar, whenever he found a question he didn't know the answer to, he would search until he knew every facet of the truth regarding the matter.

"Amrothos," her father's voice commanded silence as he directed his youngest son, "You will go and fetch Master Hëmond from the House of Healing. I will have him inspect your sister." He waited for Amrothos to nod before turning back to Lothíriel and scooping her up in his arms. He walked back to her chamber at a smooth, measured pace. When he arrived at the door, it was opened at his knock by Lothíriel's maid, Kilfreth. The woman looked so taken aback to see her in her father's arms she forgot to curtsy to her prince, but instead rushed to the other side of the room and filled a silver basin with water.

Almost as soon as Lothíriel had been settled on the bed and her face had been washed, there was a sharp rap on the door. Kilfreth went to answer it and both Amrothos and Master Hëmond, head healer of Dol Amroth stepped into the room. Hanging across his chest was a satchel that he always carried with him. In it were things that would be necessary if there was an emergency. Instruments and herbs meant for healing the sick, elderly and injured. Lothíriel didn't feel at all sick or injured, although the pain had not completely disappeared from her chest. He came towards her bed and knelt down, studying her face with care, taking into account her red-rimmed eyes.

"I want you to tell me precisely what happened." His voice was sharp and to the point, like the rest of him. Lothíriel quickly recounted each of the details she could remember and finally concluded with how the pain had now disappeared entirely though she could clearly remember it all as if it had happened to her. The healer nodded as he stroked his chin. "I believe that this is a supernatural malady rather than that of the flesh. As I have known your daughter through all of her scrapes and bruises, I have found her to be an honest child and of sound mind." He turned his eyes away from Lothíriel and stood, turning to Prince Imrahil. "If my conclusion is correct, then I can only prescribe caution and relaxation." He reached into his bag and drew out a philter of liquid. "This is extract of lavender. Whenever she has an," he paused, "episode, give her a few drops in water. With that he stood and left. Lothíriel watched the door close with a click and knew that everything would change from that moment on.

Dol Amroth

Summer 3009

Lothíriel looked down at her plate of food. So much had happened over the past few months. She had been assigned guards to accompany her everywhere she went. They were there for mainly one purpose. To make sure she didn't hurt herself when a vision came upon her. She now could no longer look out onto the sea from the edge of the cliffs, nor could she go on swims into the oceans for fear that she would have a vision and drown. At one time, she had fallen while walking down a rocky path and hit her head on a rock. Master Hëmond had treated the cut on the side of her temple without much effort, but although the healer was very skilled, it had left a tiny white scar. Her father had pointed out that unless someone was really looking, they wouldn't see the scar. She remembered how she had been shunned by the village children when she had gone down the day after her first vision. The children who had been outside were quickly ushered back to their homes, their mothers afraid of what Lothíriel's gift would do to their children. She shouldn't have been surprised. The villagers were fairly suspicious of anyone who was different from them. It didn't help when she'd had a vision while in the town square, for all the people to see. She'd only had two other visions, but although one of the visions had been good, the result on her physical body had been the same.

She thought back on these visions. The first one had been a time when she experienced joy, though it had been very brief. She was again in the body of a man that had also felt familiar to her, though he seemed younger than the last. He was in the Houses of Healing, but although they were similar to the ones in Dol Amroth, they were clearly not the same. There was much more stone everywhere. The air was very cool, but the sun brought in a pale yellow light. In the garden, staring out of the windows, stood a woman with her back to him. She was in a white dress, as pale as a full moon, and her long, golden hair tumbled down her back with abandon, moving in the slight breeze. The man had moved up to the golden-haired woman, and without looking at her, took her hand quietly. The love and affection she had felt from them was beautiful and precious to her. When she had returned to herself, she had thought of them several times, wishing every so often she could find love like that someday.

The second vision had come shortly after her brother had been betrothed to Lady Meira. Lothíriel could tell from their meeting that they were meant for each other. She was the only one who could persuade Elphir to take time away from the training fields when he clearly wanted to train his swordplay. It happened when she was sitting with her family in her father's solar. She was in a woman's body, who she found out fairly quickly was Lady Meira due to not only Elphir's words of encouragement but also how he spoke her name with such love in his voice. Lothíriel felt pain in her center that racked her body while Master Hëmond encouraged her to push.

After several minutes of pain, Lothíriel heard the cry of a babe and the sound of joy in the healer's voice when he pronounced, "It is a boy. Dol Amroth has another fine prince!" Hearing this, Elphir left Meira's side only to return with a screaming baby, his face a healthy shade of red. Elphir kissed his wife's head fondly and deposited the babe in her arms before straightening and speaking to all in the room.

"I present Alphros; Prince and Heir of Dol Amroth!" Lothíriel had felt Meira's pride running through her chest as the room was heralded with joy and congratulations.

Awakening, she had found the whole of her family hovering over her, waiting for her to return. When she had told them what she had seen, her brother and betrothed had looked at each other with a look of great fondness. She had been very happy for them both and congratulated them even though she thought it would be many years in the future.

Both the visions had been strange and wonderful, and each time it had been with someone she knew, or at least felt she had known. Returning her thoughts to her plate, the food no longer held any appeal for her and she began to excuse herself from the meal. As she stood up to leave, the door behind her swung open. The sound alerting everyone in the great hall. Lothíriel turned her attention to the entryway only to see Erchirion carrying many scrolls in his arms. After arriving at the table, he moved several plates out of the way before allowing the older looking scrolls to fall onto the table before him.

"I've found it!" His voice was clear and he wore a bright smile on his face. He came over to Lothíriel's side before giving her a quick kiss on the top of her head and turning back to the table. "I was looking in all the wrong places. I searched throughout Father's line to see if there was any record of someone else having visions as Lothíriel had, but I never even thought until last night to look into Mother's line!" He was nearly shouting and the rest of the hall was silent, paying rapt attention. He pointed to one of the records that their mother had brought with her when she had married Prince Imrahil. "This is it! Lady Wilwara, of whom it is known was granted visions of the future by Ilúvatar." He rolled up that scroll and unrolled another. "And here is an excerpt from the epic poem of the Elven lady Leifónal who had the same gift during the first age.

Leifónal was fair in both mind and body,

Her eyes saw many things.

Ilúvatar visited with her through visions of the future,

And through them, she saw the world's fate.

"Don't you see?" Erchirion pulled out several more scrolls that were a continuation of the epic poem beside others that told of Lady Wilwara's sight. "It is something that is descended from the elves. In fact, in my studies, I have found that there is one Elf lord named Elrond Halfelven who dwells in Rivendell who has the gift of foresight. Perhaps he knows something that can help our dear sister!"

Lothíriel ran over and hugged her brother. He returned the embrace and felt the rest of her family join in. Now they knew what had happened, at least in part. His father smiled at her when their eyes met and he quietly confirmed that he would write to the Elven Lord. She felt such a sense of joy that she hardly noticed one of the guards who had exited the castle and made his way to the village.