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Suddenly, all was silent. Even the thing in shadow froze, for there was a Presence in Daffodil's heart, one that with its coming brushed the darkness away, forcing the thing back out of her heart. Slim hands of alabaster reached out and took up the child, and held her close against a bosom clad in shimmering blue silk adorned with silver stars. Her long hair, silver as the moonlight, bound by a diadem of adamant and pearl, framed the most beautiful face that Daffodil had ever seen, and the blue eyes of the Lady who comforted Daffodil filled her with a warm light.
'Do not be in despair', said the Lady in a soft voice, 'for I am always with you, even here. You carry me in your heart.'
Daffodil blinked away her tears as she clutched tightly to the Lady.
'Will you save me?' asked Daffodil.
The Lady laughed, and it sounded like silver bells.
'Oh, I think you are more than capable to do that for yourself, Daffodil Underhill of Staddle. But I will aid you, for this thing that you battle, I name it unwholesome and an enemy. Call my name, child, and I will aid you.'
She set Daffodil to her feet, and then bent and took Daffodil's face in her hands.
"This is only the first of many trials and dangers for you, my child. Know that I am always with you." She then kissed Daffodil on her forehead, and turned to walk away.
'Wait', cried Daffodil, 'who are you?'
The Lady smiled and said,
'Listen to your heart', and then she disappeared.
Behind her the thing in shadow growled, but it did not advance.
'My heart', said Daffodil, growing strong, 'it is my heart! You cannot have it!' She stepped forward, and the thing began to retreat.
'Get out!' she cried, her heart filling with light with each step, ' this is not your place, for I know the Splendid Lady's name!'
'No!', whined the thing in shadow as Daffodil stood in the doorway.
'Elbereth', said the whisper of her heart.
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Daffodil found herself standing over the Ranger, the thing in shadow pressed against the wall. Outside the rain stopped, and the clouds began to break as the moon shone through the small window.
"Elbereth!" called Daffodil, and the thing trembled.
She raised the eket, and cried again,
"Elbereth!"
A single ray of moonlight alit upon the blade, so that the dull steel began to shine, and Daffodil knew what she must do.
Suddenly the door burst open, and the Ranger's two companions rushed inside, their own weapons drawn, followed by the troop of Dwarves, their axes and mattocks raised, their beards wild and unbound!
"Master!', cried the first, dropping to the Ranger's side while the other ran to detain the two thieves. The Thing then roared and rushed for the window, but Daffodil struck, and there was such a cry that none in the Pony would soon forget. Daffodil felt as if she were brushed by the wings of a thousand birds as the thing rent in two, and then the window shattered as it flew into the night, never to bother the world of Men (or hobbits) again.
"Master! Are you dead?" cried the young apprentice.
The Ranger stirred, sitting up slowly.
"Bah! Not yet', he said slowly, "but I know not the reason why. How come you here?"
"We were asleep", said the apprentice, "and then there was a voice, clear as a silver bell."
"She called to us", said the second, his blade held to the throats of the thieves, who did not move an inch.
"Who?" asked the Ranger.
"We know not", said the first, "but the voice said, 'Awake! Awake! For the Dunedain are in need!' And then we heard our battle-cry, and we came to aid."
"We heard a voice as well", said a Dwarf, lowering his axe, "it boomed over our revelries like the ringing of Durin's Hammer." Behind him the other Dwarves agreed and even the pretty girl with the long brown hair nodded, gasping, her bodice still too tight.
"What did the voice say?" asked the Ranger.
"It cried, 'To arms! To arms! For a foe of the Free Peoples is in your midst!"
There was a rush as it seemed the whole of the Pony showed up at the door, faces young and old, tall and short, peered inside.
"And what of her?", asked the Dwarf, motioning to Daffodil, "what does she have to do with this business?"
The Ranger turned and then cried,
"Daffodil!"
For the girl still stood in the same place, the eket still raised, her grip so tight that her fingers were white against the dark grip, her eyes wide.
"What is it girl? What did you do?" he asked.
There was a great shouting, and then pushing and shoving, as a fat hobbit burst into the room, followed by his plump wife and a half dozen round children. Otto Underhill's jowls shook as he saw his daughter standing in the light of the moon, a sword in her hands!
"Daffodil Underhill! Whatever is going on?" he demanded.
Everyone looked at the hobbit girl, who did the most sensible thing in a time such as this. She dropped the eket ringing to the floor, walked two steps, and then fainted dead away into the Ranger's arms.