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Chapter 1

"Time to wake up young one…" a voice echoed in the darkness of a girl's mind.

She tried to open her eyes with all her might but her eye lids wouldn't budge, 'who's there?' she attempted to ask but it only came out as a thought.

"Do not be afraid to awaken," the voice continued. "You are safe here…for now."

'What? Who's there? I can't… why can I not open my eyes?'

"Lord Elrond!" another voice spoke, this one different and urgent. "Glorfindel has returned with the young hobbit with him! Come quickly! The hobbit has been badly wounded!"

Finally the heaviness that settled on her eyes lids slowly dissipated and they slid open. There was no one around her. She was staring up at a white ceiling and was scared to move, 'What happened? Where am I?' she asked herself. She took in a slow breath and attempted to sit up. Her back seemed to argue with her. It was soar as if she had fallen a great distance and landed on it. A mirror sat across from her bed and she stared at her reflection. A bruise lay across her right cheek bone and a cut upon her lower lip. Her left shoulder was completely discolored and she ached all over. Other then that everything else seemed perfectly normal. Her choppy long brown hair was in a mess and her dark green eyes proved how tired she was. The young woman looked down at her hands. Her knuckles were bandaged with soft cotton and so was her left upper arm.

"You're awake," a voice spoke from the door way.

Her body tensed, causing her sourness to erupt into pain, and she stared at the dark haired beauty that stood in the door way, 'What? Where the hell am I?' "Who are you?" she quickly asked, her voice a hoarse whisper as if she hadn't used in years, "Where am I? What happened to me?"

The young woman in the door way quickly walked over and took a seat on the edge of the bed, "Please, do not fear me, I mean you no harm. I am Arwen; you are in the House of Elrond and under his care."

"You're joking right?" she asked looking at the woman who claimed to be 'Arwen', "You look nothing like Liv Tyler."

"Is this person an acquaintance of yours?" Arwen asked in a confused manner, "and why would I joke about such a matter?"

'God… I must be dreaming, or I somehow landed myself in the loony bin…rather nice loony bin if I do say so myself… right, talking to the psycho lady,' "But…" she paused for a moment, "I'm… my name is… Amaris…"

Arwen looked into her eyes, "Are you not sure of your name?"

"I…" Amaris looked back down at her hands. "I… I know it, I know I know it… its just… it's as if I cannot remember it… Do you know what happened to me? How did I end up here?"

"Ada was hoping that you could answer that for us… he is busy at the moment tending to another… so I thought perhaps at least having another with you that you might feel comforted…at all…" Arwen explained gently.

Amaris stared at her. She was so much prettier and more elegant compared to the character that was portrayed in the movie. 'Why can I remember some stupid movie and not my own life? What the heck?!' "Who is ada?"

Arwen jerked as if remembering, "Of course, you do not speak...Elvish… but you are of… it does not matter. My father, ada is father in Elvish, Lord Elrond."

"Oh…" Amaris brought her knees to her chest and hugged her legs, "Why can I not remember my life?" she asked herself out loud. Arwen watched her in silence but did not answer her question. The elf seemed to know that speaking to her about this would do no good.

After a moment Arwen stood slowly, "I will send my father, as soon as he is able, to check on your bandages. If you need anything at all I am at the end of the hallway to your right. Good evening Lady Amaris," she told her before bowing and exiting from the room.

Amaris stood slowly from the bed and turned to look at herself in the mirror again. She looked beat up. There were even bruises on her legs, "What happened to me?" she asked herself. As hard as she tried, though, the memories she searched for came up as darkened confusion.

"Father," Arwen spoke just as Lord Elrond left Frodo's room, "the girl that was found has awoken."

"And?"

The two walked toward Elrond's study, "and… her name is Amaris…but…"

"Yes?"

"Ada…" Arwen almost looked distraught, "she doesn't remember anything else. She could barely recall her own name."

Elrond paused for a moment and stared at her, "Did you sense what I sensed as well?"

"Yes ada, she is… well…" Arwen paused at a loss of words.

"Perhaps Gandalf should speak with her," Elrond suggested. "I shall go request that he do so. If she is… Well then, there will be a lot of things that must be done. Go and help your brothers, I will speak with you later."

"Of course ada…"

"Amaris… Amaris wake up… Amaris…"

Darkness completely covered her eyes, "Where are you? Keep talking, it's too dark."

A light suddenly lit in front of her. A man with a tired glint in his eyes appeared. He held a wand in one hand that emitted the light and he was clothed in dark robes. A scar lay across one cheek and he looked almost scared, "Amaris, over here."

"What's going on? Why all the secrecy?" she asked pulling her robes even tighter around her, "Lupine? What's wrong?"

He looked at her, "its Tonks… she's… she's gone missing."

Amaris sat up with a jerk just as a sharp pain ran up her spine. It appeared to be early in the morning. She looked around the room slowly, like before, and screamed when she found an elderly man standing on her balcony. He looked in her direction and shook his head, "It's good to see you are awake, finally."

Amaris blinked and attempted to make sense of him. He oddly reminded her of the man who played Gandalf, but he just looked wiser. His outfit was just as gray though. She didn't try to move from her bed though and just looked down at her hands, "Sorry… you startled me…"

"From what I have been told you have been through a great ordeal," Gandalf commented taking his place in the seat next to her bed. "What does puzzle me is that you have not asked me the usual questions one would if they were without a memory."

Amaris looked up at him and could see in his eyes that he had an idea of where she was, "I know who you are, you are Gandalf the Gray. My memory escapes me on myself, but everyone I've seen in the last day I had an idea of who they were…"

Gandalf pulled a 12" wand out of his pocket and handed it to her slowly; handle first, "This was found with you. Lord Elrond has finished examining it and thought it best I return it to you."

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

Gandalf sighed and leaned back in his chair, "You are the first female I have ever met with magic running through their veins. No woman, no person of your age, known in Middle-earth has ever had magic like you."

"I don't…" she paused for a moment trying to gather her thoughts, "I don't think I'm from Middle-earth Gandalf…but… I don't know where I am from though…"

Gandalf stood as if in deep thought. He paced back and forth and spoke to her, "Soon a council will be held by Lord Elrond to help decide the fate of our world. If what I fear comes true I need some one to come with me, someone say of the talent you could possess. It is a lot to ask but there is one further thing. This is a council of men," he looked to Amaris, "meaning that we must make them believe you are at least a boy in his teens that I have taken as a pupil."

Amaris stared at the wizard in front of her; she wasn't completely sure what to say. The more she thought it about the more the stupid movie and the book flooded back into her mind, "Would this put me in a place to follow you wherever you go?"

Gandalf looked at her as if he was reading her thoughts, "I'm afraid it will. I know this is all terribly fast since you just got here but I think it may be for the best in the end. If you agree to this, only two others will be aloud to know our predicament. Aragorn son of Arathorn and Lord Elrond. I'm going to take a guess and say you don't know how to defend yourself with a sword?"

"I don't…know…"

Amaris made a face while she stared in the mirror at her hair. Arwen, who had been told of the plan, had taken the liberty of hacking…almost all of it off. It was choppy, shorter then her chin, and really did make her look like a very pretty boy. She glared and tugged at the short strand behind her ear, "I hate this," she muttered looking at Aragorn who was sitting at the small table in the room examining his knife, "Why couldn't I just have long hair like yours…or anyone else in this bloody place!"

"Because you looked like a girl," Aragorn commented before sheathing his knife. Amaris had been here two days, and had met Aragorn the day before. It was supposedly October the 23rd, which would mean that the council was in two days. She really wasn't looking forward to this.

"You are a horrible person to ask for help from," she muttered before throwing a brush at him.

Aragorn ducked and glared at her, "If I'm supposed to teach you to learn the way of the sword you had better starting taking more care on how you act toward me, Amaris."

She stuck her tongue out at him and went back to staring at her hair in the mirror, "I hate this. Shouldn't I be given a new name?" Amaris looked back over at the ranger. "I mean… Amaris is certainly not Middle-earthy and it's a girl's name."

"By the land, she does have a brain," Aragorn smirked. She made a face and looked over at the door way when Gandalf stepped in. "Gandalf, what name would you suggest we give Amaris here?"

"Name?"

"A boy's name," she told him.

"Oh a boy's name…hmmm," Gandalf took a seat on the other vacant chair across from Aragorn. "Haleth?"

Amaris blinked, "So now I'm a dead man with a younger brother named Hama then?" she paused. "Where did that come from?"

Gandalf gave a slight smile, with a damn twinkle behind it. The young woman paused. I know a twinkle like that… Where do I know it? She looked down at her hands, "What is wrong dear?"

She looked back up at the wizard then quickly shook her head, "Nothing, Haleth will be fine, as long as none from Rohan hear me by that name."

Aragorn nodded then stood, "That's settled then. I need to go check on Merry and Pippin. I will see you at dinner," then left the two to their business.