A/N: This is a repost, as I had so many complaints because of the name I gave the heroine. You may still not like it, but I'm not gonna change it again. The story is based on both the books and the movies, and I may not remember correctly from either ones. Please don't flame me for that. I've noticed that LotR readers have a tendency to flame more than others, but it's pretty hard to write a story with all of Tolkien's "facts" correctly remembered. So please be nice!

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Miss Sofie


Chapter I – Lothlorien

Adaniel struggled on over the dry and stony surface, though her feet already hurt from running. Her back ached from sleeping on the cold stone floor of the mines of Moria, and her head ached from crying. She noticed none of this as she ran. She ran the best she could to get away from the orc behind her, though her strength waned.

Please, let me live just a few more minutes! She prayed without looking back. Though she wanted to know how close the orc was, she also knew that looking back would only slow her down.

The pain struck her like a knife. It pierced her left foot and grew stronger as it moved upwards. She was dragged by the foot, backwards to the orc, at which she now dared look. He was dark and ugly and his eyes seemed to pierce right through Adaniel just before he struck.

A whizzing sound was heard and the orc stood still with eyes wide from terror and surprise. Then another sound was heard – the one of a sword cleaving meat – and the orc fell to the ground, landing on top of Adaniel.

For a few seconds everything was silent. Then Adaniel screamed. She screamed because of the pain in her foot and her leg, and she screamed because of the shock. But the goblin was dead and the hands and arms that lifted Adaniel now were strong and gentle. They were the arms of Boromir, one of the two Men of the Fellowship.

"Is she badly hurt?" It was Legolas – the Elven member of the Fellowship.

"I'm afraid she is." Boromir replied with sorrow in his voice carrying Adaniel down the hill. "Her leg doesn't look too good and she's unconscious."

"I'm not…unconscious." Adaniel said and opened her eyes a bit. She closed them again at once. "It just hurts so much that I need to close my eyes for a while."

"Don't speak!" Boromir said softly and walked on carrying the woman, for whom he cared more than he did for anyone else in Middle-Earth.

Adaniel did as Boromoir told her to, and soon she drifted off to dreams of the past.

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"Gandaaalf!" Adaniel heard Frodo's voice again. She knew she would remember the shrillness of it for as long as she lived and the picture of Gandalf falling into the deep of the mountain would never fade either. It was the last they had seen of the wizard, and Frodo had been the last one to call out for him.

They had run on, driven on by Aragorn, who had been able to keep his head in spite of the great loss that Adaniel knew Gandalf's death would be to him. Aragorn had known Gandalf better than anyone, but maybe that was why he knew what Gandalf would've wanted them to do. He would've wanted them to go on, to flee from the orcs, and so they had done. They just hadn't counted on that one, headstrong orc who had followed them from the Mines of Moria and until one of them had separated from the others. Adaniel had been the first to do so. She had left to relieve nature, but before she had gone far, the orc had ambushed her.

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Lying in the arms of Boromir, not fully conscious, she felt very grateful for him and Legolas. They had saved her life, as they would save more lives later on. She hadn't saved anyone yet, and with a wounded leg she probably wouldn't now. The only thing she could do was delay the others, and that she didn't want.

"Down." She mumbled still not conscious.

"Did you say something?" Boromir asked concernedly.

"Put me down!" Adaniel mumbled with her eyes closed.

Boromir put her down while Legolas put his coat underneath her head as a pillow.

"Is there anything you need?" The latter asked. "Water?"

"Just leave me." Adaniel said and opened her eyes a bit. "You'll be better off without me. I'm slowing you down!"

"Don't speak such foolishness!" Boromir said and caressed her cheek with his hand. "I won't leave you behind!"

"But you have to go on in a hurry. You don't need me!"

"I need you." Boromir said, and if Adaniel's eyes had been open she would've noticed the hurt in the eyes of the man that was to be her husband.

"But you have to get the ring to Mordor! A wounded girl is not what you need for that."

Boromir sighed and shook his head with a look at Legolas. The latter stayed silent.

"We won't be leaving you!" Aragorn's firm voice suddenly said from somewhere above Adaniel. He had just caught up with the rest of the Fellowship after reconnoitering the area.

"Please, Aragorn!" The girl pleaded, but the man could not be worked on. One look from the one she regarded as her own brother, silenced her and made her lay still while he took a look at her leg. He couldn't do much as none of them had any strips of cloth left to bandage the wound with. What he could do was massage athelas into the wound. Athelas, or kingsfoil, was a plant that he had found on one of his and Adaniel's many journeys. They had both taken as much of it as they could, as its healing power was incomparable, and they both tended to keep some of its leaves in their pouches. For this Adaniel was also grateful. Though her wound still hurt terribly at least the throbbing ceased a bit and the pain became bearable.

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The Fellowship moved on again for a while. Everyone was very silent. Especially the hobbits. They seemed to be grieving the most. Frodo's love for the lost wizard had rubbed off onto Sam, Merry, and Pippin as well, and for a long while none of them said a word. Adaniel wasn't sure exactly how long, as she had been more or less unconscious most of the time.

She was fully awaken at the sound of Gimli, the dwarf, complaining loudly about the Elven Lady of Light (or witch, as he called her), Galadriel, and her ways of bewitching people. She would not get him under her spell, though, because he had the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox! Or so he claimed.

"Where are we?" Adaniel asked Legolas, whose turn it was to carry her.

"Lothlorien." He replied not sounding short of breath though walking and carrying her at the same time. "And our dwarf companion is complaining over elves!" The last part he said with a smile on his face, but Adaniel didn't see this as her eyes were still closed. She only recognized the kindness in his voice.

Suddenly someone not of the Fellowship spoke up.

"The dwarf breathes so loud that we could've shot him in the dark!" An unfamiliar, male voice said, and as Adaniel opened her eyes to take a better look, she saw bows with arrows pointing right towards her and her friends. The people holding them were elves. They had long, fair hair just like Legolas', and their ears were pointed. Apart from that and their garments they looked very much alike men.

Adaniel had seen one of them, Haldir, the march warden, before, and she feared he wouldn't let them into Lothlorien. Strangers were not welcome there.

She went unconscious again for a while, and as she woke up she was lying on the soft forest humus. This time she had Aragorn's coat under her head, and Sam was sitting next to her.

"What's going on?" She asked, and the hobbit replied.

"Strider and Legolas are discussing with the elves. I don't understand anything they're saying, except they won't let us into the woods."

Adaniel tried to listen. She didn't know half the amount of Elfish that Aragorn did, but she was able to make out a few words or sentences now and again. She had, after all, lived with Elves until she was almost three years old. Some words she still remembered, but she didn't know how to speak their language.

She heard Aragorn reason for why they should be let into Lothlorien. He told Haldir of the ring and of their quest. He wouldn't have told anyone else, Adaniel knew, but elves could be trusted – even if they were not too friendly or trusting themselves.

The elves seemed to know about the ring already, and it did not impress Haldir. Then Adaniel heard herself referred to as "the woman of the Fellowship" by Aragorn, but she couldn't make out the rest. A few minutes later Haldir came to take a look at her leg.

"We will aid you…" He said in Westron, the Common Speech. "But you will all have to be blindfolded. No stranger is led to Caras Galadon without a blindfold!"

Adaniel remembered Caras Galadon as the Elves' great realm in the midst of the woods, though she had never seen it before. Aragorn had told her about it, and she felt the relief rush to all parts of her body when she heard that they would be led there. With the care of Elves she would be standing and walking again soon, though not soon enough to continue her journey with the Fellowship. But as long as they got to go on, she was content.

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Apart from the hurting leg Adaniel had quite a comfortable journey through the woods. The elves had made a raft of branches and leaves on which they carried her. She could not see anything, of course, as she was blindfolded just as the rest of her friends.

When they came to Caras Galadon, however, the blindfolds were taken off of them, and it was quite a sight that met them.

The Elves lived in the trees, and they had made beautiful flets in them. The trees they lived in were really tall and big – bigger than any tree Adaniel had ever seen before – and as they were taken to the lord and lady, Celeborn and Galadriel, she felt a little sorry for the elves carrying her. It was a long way up the stairs, and though she was rather short and tiny for a woman her age, she weighed enough for anyone to grow tired of carrying her up so many stairs. But not the Elves, it seemed. They had a great strength and did not grow weary as soon as Men did. Adaniel knew this, but she couldn't help but feeling a little amazed all the same.

The Elven lord and lady appeared before them in rays of light. In fact, it seemed as if the light came from the two majestic Elves themselves. Lady Galadriel was very beautiful, and Adaniel knew in an instant why she was able to put people under her spell. It was not malice. It was beauty and knowledge greater than anyone's. Even Gandalf's.

While Celeborn spoke, Adaniel was sure that she heard Galadriel's voice inside her head.

"Welcome, Princess of Men!" It said and filled Adaniel with wonder. "Your journey will not yet be over, though you cannot follow the Fellowship."

Adaniel hadn't heard what Celeborn said as she kept wondering where the voice came from, but suddenly, it seemed, a couple of Elves came to take a look at her leg and give her some of their medicine. Though Elven medicine was among the best, a wound still took time to heal. Adaniel's leg felt better rather quickly, but it would take long before she could walk again. But at least she was safe for now and the Fellowship would have time to regain their strength and powers.

That night Adaniel heard the Elves grieve over the loss of Gandalf. Though she had been offered a bed she had chosen to stay with her friends on the ground. They were supposed to sleep underneath the trees, but none of them could find any rest.

Aragorn and Legolas, who both understood the Elves' sad songs, had more peace of mind than the rest.

Sam was the one to suggest they talked about all the good things Gandalf had done instead of being silently lost in their own sad thoughts.

It did cheer them all up a bit – especially when Sam talked about Gandalf's fire works and the joy they had caused – and finally, after hours of restlessness, Adaniel fell asleep with only a light throbbing to be felt in her leg.


A/N: Yeah, I know. Another story with an addition to the Fellowship. But I won't tell the story of the Fellowship all over again, just with a female addition, I promise.