It was a long and winding road from Philadelphia to Middle Earth. By the time I reached the rolling fields of Rohan, my steed was starting to get fatiged, it's breathing laboured. "Poor Moondancer," I said to my garreon, patting it's rump. "Just a little farther before we can rest. I promise." The truth was that I was feeling tired to, like a fever was coming over me. But I knew I couldn't balk. For in my rucksack was the cure to a deadly disease which was plaguing the land of Middle Earth. Some said it was the Ring Wraith's doing. Some even speculated that it was the Ghost of Sauron exacting revenge upon the people of Middle Earth. All I knew was that as a healer (and bad ass warrior), it was my duty to help all those effected by the disease. My name was:

Melanie T'Starlight von Goldensdawn

That night Moondancer and I rested beneath an oak tree, under an umbrella of stars. We were almost out of Lambas bread, so my dinner was scare. I thought of home.

Just then there was some movement in the shadows. I could hear some gutteral growling from not too far away. Moondancer began to panic. I drew my sword. "I know how to use this, bastards!" I screamed. Who could be out hear at this time of night? Certainly not anyone friendly. Besides, the low-pitched sounds they made were very sinister. Just then a goblin leapt out of the shadows. Moondancer winnied and bolted. "One Ring!" I cursed, getting ready to attack. The goblin lunged at me with a make shift blade, but I parried the attack and stabbed it in the eye. But more were coming. I hoped Moondancer was safe, wherever he was going. Two more goblins attacked at the same time. "Don't mess with me!" I yelled. I was holding them both off for now, and I felt wary. Then three others came at me. More goblins were lurking in the shadows. It looked as if some of the darkened figures was drawing bows...

But then from out of the darkness came a man wearing a crown. He was equipped with gleaming armour, with a tree carved on the breast-plate. He carried a long sword, which he drew quickly, as if he'd been weilding swords all his life. "Get behind me!" he told me. He was handsome dark haired and bearded, with blue-grey eyes. I did as he commanded. "MEN!" he bellowed. Just then a volley of arrows came down, slaying most of the goblins. With expert swordsman ship, the man finished off the rest.

When all was done, he turned to me and said "I'm glad you're alright, m'lady. It's dangerous to travel alone, you know. Many beasts roam these lands nowadays. And it's gotten worse since the disease has struck Middle Earth.
I blushed. He really was cute. He really seemed etheral, in a rugged sort of way. "That's why I'm here," I said. I was traveling to the Council of Elrond to deliver this potion. It's a cure." I rummaged through my sack, presenting a vile of mysterious purple-gold liquid to him. My uncle is an apothecary.
He examined the potion. "I hope you're right about the cure. Hundreds have already died. Maybe thousands. And there will be many more to come." He sighed. "It is not easy work being a king."
A king? I couldn't believe what he was saying! Though he was certainly good looking enough to be royalty.
He got on one knee. "Allow me to introduce myself, m'lady," he said ruggedly. "I am Aragorn, King of Gondor. He gestured around him, as 20 soldiers appread. "And these are my loyal men." He pointed at one of the men, who unlike the others was dressed in a brown cloak and had long blonde hair and pointed ears. He was an elf, I realized. This was to be the first time I'd lay eyes on such a being. He was hot, but differently than Aragorn. His face was smoother and his skin fairer than Aragon's. "And this is my friend Legolas, of Murkwood. We're in the middle of a royal visit to our allies in Rohan, and just now we were leading a mission to eliminate a tribe of goblins which was raiding the area. But it looks like we've done it, thanks to you."
I curtsied. "I'm Melanie. Melanie T'Starlight von Goldensdawn."
"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady," said Aragon charmingly. I blushed once again. "There's a castle nearby. Let's go there and tend to your wounds, shall we? And then we can see about this potion of yours."

We rode off toward the castle. I got to ride with Aragon, on top of his muscly brown stallion. I couldn't believe I was riding with a king! And a cute one at that. I felt some pain in my stomach and arms and legs, and noticed I'd been cut in a few places during the battle, but luckily none of the wounds felt so deep. Though I was still worried about Moondancer. Hopefully he would come back soon.
Meanwhile Aragorn was talking to one of his men who rode beside him. "Captain Haldeir I want you and a team of your men to ride out to Rivendell on the morrow," he said. "The elves have better knowledge about medcine then we do, and Elrond will know what to do with Melanie's potion. Take it with you.
"As you command, sire," said Haldeir.
In the distance I saw the distant walls of a castle looming closer toward us. I suddenly felt very sleepy, like the day's events were catching up to me. I put my arms around Aragorn's waste and snuggled up to him comfortably, then closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep...