The Bow and the Blade

by queenelentariel

Brought to ME by a portal of magic, Lisa and Karen begin their journey of self discovery and love with the fellowship out of Imlardis WARNING: THIS IS NOT CANON AT ALL... It was started in 2007 by my best friend and myself as a fun fantasy. It has grown to a massive file I will upload as I edit. This story contains snark, humor, and sex. Same Sex and Polyamory in later chapters.

1. Chapter 1 thru 7

Chapter One

The first sign of trouble was the rumble. Looking out my window, I could not see anything but the moon through the trees. The sky was bright, clear and stars dotted it like tiny flames. Shaking my head, I returned to my bed. As I lifted a foot, I felt a vibration coming through the floor. Did Maine have earthquakes? My heart increased its beat. I hate earthquakes. I became aware of a far off grumbling noise, which was getting louder by the second. I left my room as the vibrating in the floor increased.

"Karen!" I screamed, running for her room. She met me in the hall.

"What the hell?" Karen said, her face cloudy with sleep. "Lisa, what's going on?"

"Earthquake!" I was beginning to panic. Running into the great room I tried to find a big enough piece of furniture to fit my fat ass under. The grumbling became a growl and was thunderous. Crying, Karen grabbed for me the same time I reached out to grab her. We stood screaming in the center of the room clinging to one another as the entire cabin shook. "I love you!" I cried, "Thanks for being my friend!" Positive we were about to be consumed by the very earth itself as the lights winked out.

"I love you too! You are my sister to the end!" Karen sobbed into my shoulder. After what seemed like ages, the growl sighed down to a grumble again and finally stopped. We stood still, listening; the only sound, our sniffles. "We are alive, right?" Karen said pulling away to stand shaking a few feet away.

"I think so. God I hate fucking earthquakes." I said quivering all over.

"I don't think that was an earthquake, Lisa. I think that was an avalanche." Karen looked around, the only light coming from the fire in the fireplace.

I snorted, "It can't be an avalanche. I mean… It can't be…right?" Walking to the large window that looked back up the mountain. There was no light coming through. All I could see was glittering blankness. "OH SHIT!" Turning I ran for my room while Karen sprinted to hers. I flung the curtain back. Blankness again. "Mother fucker!" I yelled, getting pissed. I survived an avalanche only to be buried alive under it? Hell fucking no! I ran out of my room.

Karen came out of hers, crying again. "Mine's covered, and I heard you. Let's check the front." We held hands as we walked to the front door, neither of us really wanting to open it. I stretched out my hand; it was shaking uncontrollably. Grabbing the knob, I turned it, yanking it open. The porch was dark. I could see nothing. Reaching for the light switch, I flipped it. Nervously laughing when there was no response, "No power." Karen went to the table next to the door, retrieving the flashlight. Turning it on, she aimed its beam out the door. The light bounced off the snow, in a thousand little sparkles. I walked out onto the porch. Looking up at the edge of the roof, I found I could not see the sky. The cabin was completely buried. We were screwed. Turning back to Karen as terror seized my heart.

"Kar, we can't get out!" I flew back into the house, slamming the door. "Oh my god! We're trapped here!" Karen began to cry again. We wandered back into the great room to sink to the floor, the fire illuminating us in its soft glow. We cried. Sometimes we'd get up run for a window and double check, only come back to fling ourselves back onto the floor. After a while, our hysterics calmed.

The fire crackled in the hearth with Karen and I huddling close to it. It had been two hours since the avalanche. Karen made a sniffling sound next to me. Trying to be strong I put my arm around her, "Honey, we survived! They will find us!"

"No one is gonna come looking for me." She said in a small voice. I rolled my eyes. Ok, enough of the pity party for both of us. Time to take charge and do what we could do. Watching the fire for a moment I realized it had never gone out. "Karen! The fire! It never went out!" Karen looked at the fire.

"What?" she asked distracted.

"There is no smoke coming back into the cabin either!" I grinned at her, "You know what that means?" Her expression was blank as she looked at me. "The chimney is above the snow! The rescue teams can see the smoke from the cabin!" I was excited. This was great! Scanning our wood stockpile, I did some quick mental calculations. "We have about 24 hours of straight fire with the wood we brought in. So we need to keep the fire burning."

"I'm going to go get dressed, ok. Don't want any hunky rescue men seeing me in my night shirt." She went off to her room. I grinned, yeah she had a good idea. Rising I went to dress myself.

We met back in the great room a few minutes later. Karen had something in her hands.

"What's that?" I asked her. She shrugged,

"Well if we have to wait, I figured a game of cards?" She said showing me the deck. "You up for one?"

"Hell yeah!" Pulling the coffee table so it was in front of the fire, we were soon laughing and trading insults over the game. We were so involved we didn't hear the soft scraping near the door.

"There!" Legolas pointed toward a copse of trees near the edge of the snow slide. He could see a faint wisp of smoke rising from the snow. He began moving over the snow toward it, walking easily on the crust. His footsteps not even making impressions in the snow. He heard a curse behind him. Turning to see Aragorn, who had fallen through the crust again, struggling to get back up. Legolas walked back to his friend. "Aragorn, do you want me to go on ahead and begin digging them out?"

Aragorn swore loudly, falling back into the snow. Looking up at his friend, he made an exasperated face. "You had better; I will be a while making my way to them and we must make haste." Gandalf had told them whatever changes they made to this world would disappear as soon as they stepped back through the portal. He had said an incantation over them just moments before they had come to this world.

Legolas turned to run lightly over the snow toward the smoke. Stopping when he reached it, looking up and then down the mountain, trying to judge the best way to dig them out. He remembered from watching the cabin last night that the door faced down the mountain. He paced out to where he thought the edge of the roof was, and using the shovel that he had "borrowed", began to dig. He dug at a fast pace, wanting to be sure they reached the women before the other humans began combing the mountain for survivors. Aragorn arrived a short while later. Dropping down in the sizable hole Legolas had already created, he took out his own purloined shovel. Soon they reached the edge of the porch roof; the snow had not packed underneath it because of its position, so they were able to knock a gap in the snow to slide through. When they created the portal back to Middle-Earth, the snow they dug out would instantly be back in place. The only difference would be that the occupants of the cabin would be gone. Aragorn felt a twinge of guilt; the rescuers would dig in, find the cabin empty and the women would be searched for but never found. He touched the Elf's shoulder, "I will go first. I think even though Gandalf swears that the people here are aware of Elves, after a fright like this avalanche, an Elf would be too much for any woman!" Legolas laughed, nodding. Sliding down through the gap, Aragorn landed lightly on the porch. Legolas following quickly behind. "Legolas, be ready for anything."

"Yes, let us go."

Aragorn stepped forward to grab the doorknob. Turning it silently he pushed the door open enough so he could see into the cabin. It was dark, the only illumination coming from the fire in the hearth. That is when he saw them. There was a blonde woman sitting on the floor facing him. Her hair pulled back into a knot at her neck. Between her and them was another woman sitting with her back to them. She had red hair pulled back into a ponytail. They were not at all what Aragorn was expecting. For one thing they were… well… rather large. He didn't know exactly what he had expected, but these were supposedly the women who Elrond had seen.

Legolas looked into the room over Aragorn's shoulder, his eyes taking in the women, their size and the fact that they were playing a game of cards. He looked closer at the blonde one, whose face he could see clearly. She had an oval face, a straight nose, and a sensuous mouth. She was looking intently at her cards through spectacles when she suddenly smiled. He felt his heart skip a beat as his breath caught in his throat. That smile… Those eyes… How could it be her? The woman from his dreams?

Aragorn pulled back out onto the porch pushing Legolas back so the woman was not in his line of sight. He looked sharply at Aragorn. "Are you sure we have the right house?" Aragorn whispered.

"Yes, I am sure." Legolas replied shortly, irritation flooding him at the question. He wanted to see the woman again. He had to be certain. Aragorn looked at his friend. It was not like him to become irritated by a question. He shook it off thinking Legolas must be wondering the same thing as he was. Nodding he shrugged,

"Well then, let's go get them." Entering the darkness of the cabin, they immediately stopped short. The blonde, now brandishing a fire poker, stood between her companion and themselves.

"Show yourself, or face the consequences!" she growled. Aragorn eyebrows rose in surprise. The woman had a warrior's heart, even if not the body.

"Peace. We mean you no harm, Lady."

Lowering the poker slightly, I squinted into the gloom, certain I was seeing things.

"Aragorn?" Karen asked in a small incredulous voice. I looked harder, it sure looked like Aragorn. I took a step forward trying to see into the darkness, wondering who the second person was. Not daring to hope.

"Oh my god!" I whispered, "Oh my..." the poker tip hit the floor. "Legolas." I couldn't contain the amazement. I easily heard it in my voice.

"You have the advantage Lady," Legolas said. "Might we inquire your names?" He took a step toward me, causing me to back up a step.

"Karen? Are you having the same hallucination I am having?" My voice wavered though my eyes stayed glued to Legolas.

"If you mean the one where Aragorn and Legolas are inside the cabin where we are buried under about a ton of snow. Yeah… it's the same one."

"Oh…Ok… Just checking." My mind seemed to be stuck as I stared into Legolas' face. After a long moment, I stepped forward putting my hand out.

Legolas stood very still, not wanting to frighten her. He felt a thrill as her fingers encountered his face, brushing his skin lightly.

"OH SHIT!" She jumped back as if she had been scalded. "Karen! He's solid! I mean, I can touch him." Scrambling back to her friend, she brought the poker back up to defend herself. The woman called Karen jumped up when Lisa shouted and was now behind her, backing away from them. "What the hell Karen? This cannot be possible. I mean… unless…"

Karen began to cry, "Do you think we…"

"No I sure as hell don't think we're dead. I don't know what to think." Legolas took another step forward, as did Aragorn. The firelight washed over them, bringing them into focus.

"Please, Ladies. We truly are not here to harm you." Aragorn placed his hand over his heart. Snorting Lisa spoke before Karen even got a chance.

"Right, and what exactly are you here for then? Wild, crazy, passionate sex?" Karen began to laugh; Lisa's mouth had the habit of running away with her when she was emotional. Lisa froze. "Did I just say that out loud?" she asked out of the corner of her mouth. Karen who was now seized by the giggles fell back on the couch.

"Oh yeah, babe, you so totally did say that out loud."

I let the poker tip fall to the floor again hanging my head. I could never look Legolas in the eyes again. Karen was laughing hard, on the verge of hysteria.

I rounded on her, my face hot. "Damn it, Karen, it wasn't that damn funny!" Karen, who was wheezing on the couch, began laughing again. Sinking to my knees on the floor, I began to laugh as well.

Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other. This was not the reaction they had expected. They had expected hysteria and tears, but not innuendo and laughter. Well, the women did think they were a figment of their imagination. Maybe that was it. Maybe it was just the way women were in this world. They had to wait until the emotion settled before proceeding. Lisa slid up onto the couch next to Karen, "You know, if this is a hallucination… mmmm… it's a nice one." Looking over at Legolas, her eyes eating him, "Yummy! I get the Elf."

Karen elbowed her hard, "Lisa what if it isn't a hallucination? What if that really is Legolas and Aragorn? You really should start watching your mouth, it's out of control."

"I said that last part out loud again didn't I?" I felt the blood rush to my cheeks again. Karen nodded. I got to my feet, mortification filling me. "OK I'm going to go kill myself in my room now. Have fun!"

I started to walk out of the room when Karen said, "Don't you dare leave me alone out here… wait a tic… yeah go on…"

Turning back, I grinned at her. "Ok, enough bull shit. If they are real this ought to prove it." Lifting the poker, I charged both of them. I had enough sword knowledge from my SCA habit that I didn't look like a complete fool, until Legolas stepped forward, easily ducking under my blow to come up behind me. Grabbing the poker, he jerked it neatly out of my hand. I fell back into him, solid and gorgeous. I wanted nothing more than to relax into his arms, but I spun around. "Hey no fair!"

Cocking his head, he looked down at me. The cabin fell away as I lost all awareness of time or space as his eyes met mine. They held only amusement. "Battle is not fair, my Lady." He backed away and the moment was lost.

I finally remembered to breathe, and then I remembered I was fat. Sighing deeply, I walked back over to Karen.

"I need a drink!" Veering off toward the kitchen.

"Bring me one ok?" Karen yelled after me.

"I'll bring the whole fucking bottle… better yet… two. One for me and one for you." I could not believe Aragorn and Hot Elf number 1 were standing there… in my world. How depressing. I'm fat… I thought miserably, as I grabbed two bottles of Wild Flings out of the fridge. We had started premixing our favorite drink because OJ and Wilderberry Schnapps was the best drink on the face of the planet and it saved time. Shaking my head, I thought, We're a sorry pair.

Not really thinking about it, I grabbed four glasses out of the cabinet before walking back into the great room. Setting the glasses down, I poured four large servings. I picked one up. Saluting the two still standing at the edge of the firelight, I knocked back the whole glass. Bending, I poured another.

"You can come closer. I won't attack you again. I guess you guys really are here. Have a drink. I'll warn you ahead of time, its liquor."

Legolas watched Lisa drink her drink as if it was some form of spirits. Her next statement confirmed this. He could not speak; he was trying to come to terms with the fact that this was the woman who had invaded his dreams in Middle-Earth. She would not look at him at all now; her eyes full of a pain he couldn't understand. His heart broke as he watched her. Why did she hurt so?

Karen took a healthy drink from her glass. "Ok, we have come to the conclusion that you are not a hallucination. Why are you here?" She looked at Aragorn. His gaze set off her heart, sending it racing as his eyes met hers. She felt it in her toes. She wondered if he felt anything, then snorted at the ridiculous notion.

Aragorn walked forward and sat on the floor across from the red-head. She was very lovely with big green eyes that were full of intelligence. Where the blonde was all spit and fire, the red-head was quiet, and ladylike. Well, more than her friend at any rate. "You are Karen? I am Aragorn." He began, trying to start this whole fiasco over.

"We know who you are. You are Aragorn son of Arathorn. Known as Strider, and Estel." Aragorn's mouth fell open as Lisa took up the thread.

"And you," She said quietly, glancing at Legolas, "Are Legolas Thranduilion, Prince of Mirkwood." She stopped for a moment letting them take in the fact that they really did know them. Legolas stared at Lisa, Aragorn at Karen. Lisa finally spoke again. "I am Lisa, this is Karen. Now again I must ask you, why you are here?" She paused trying to find the right words.

Karen took up the thread again, "Your story has been told here in our world. It has been written into a book. I would show it to you, but I don't think I should." She looked over at Lisa who nodded.

Legolas found his voice first, "So it is a fable here? We are a story like you would tell to an audience?" Lisa smiled at him. Every time she did that it about knocked him over.

"Yes, we call it fiction, because it isn't supposed to be real. So when you walked in the door, well…" her voice trailed off.

Karen again picking up where she faltered. "We thought you were an illusion. You have been in our imaginations for a very long time. We both love the books." Karen blushed, realizing she had admitted to thinking of them.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Lisa said blushing as well. "I get… mouthy when I am stressed. I apologize for whatever I said earlier. Um…" Legolas reached over the table, laying his hand on her arm. She jumped but did not snatch her arm back, her eyes on his face.

"There is nothing to forgive, if I saw what I thought to be a story character walk in the door I might say things I should not as well." He said, removing his hand. "Aragorn, I think that they should know why we are here." He continued, looking at his friend.

"You know Gandalf?" Aragorn began. Karen nodded, leaning forward to rest her arms on the table. The fire glinted off her hair. Aragorn looked at her, as her intelligent eyes bored into his. He felt a flutter in his heart. He glanced at Lisa who was now leaning back against a sturdy piece of furniture and had one knee raised so that she could rest the hand with the glass over it. She nodded and took another drink. She lounges like a man, interesting. He looked at Karen's drink; it was still half full. "He opened a portal of magic from Rivendell to your world." Ok, he hadn't lost them yet, "Elrond has had a vision."

"Really? Of us?" Karen asked, her face puzzled.

"Yes, of both of you. It would seem that he believes that you are needed in Middle-Earth and Gandalf has sent us to bring you back with us."

Lisa sat up looking intently at Aragorn, her face calculating. "You are to bring us to Rivendell. Karen and me. You are sure?"

Legolas cut in. "Why not you? What Elrond has seen he has not even divulged to us, only that you two are vital to the events that are happening in Middle-Earth now."

Lisa's eyes narrowed. Karen saw this, reaching out to place a calming hand on her friend's arm. Hurt tears, filled Lisa's eyes, she took the bit and ran with it. The pain and hurt radiating from her friend broke Karen's heart. "Have either of you two taken a really good look at us? I mean, really… I want so much to help you. Believe me, it would make me the happiest woman alive to fall out of this world and into yours. But…," She paused, closing her eyes as she steeled herself, "damn it all I… I'm fat! What the hell would Middle-Earth need with a fat, out of shape, woman?" The angry tears spilled over, streaming down her cheeks. She looked anywhere but at Legolas. Karen did though; she saw in amazement it looked as if the Elf's heart was breaking. It was only showing in his eyes, but it was there just the same.

Before Lisa could go on Karen spoke up, "I am fatter than you are honey, come on! I can totally see them wanting to take you. You are strong and would be back in shape in no time. I've seen you at the Renn Faires. You know what to do with a sword. I don't. I just sit there in a dress and watch. What do they need me for?" The men watched the two women in front of them. They were more than aware of their inabilities, and they were also extremely hard on themselves. Aragorn, watching Karen belittle herself, felt a hot spurt of anger rise in him. She's beautiful, why does she think so little of herself? Glancing over at Lisa, he watched the hurt lessen as her anger turned to Karen.

Eyes sparking, she turned to face Karen, "Damn it Karen, how many times do I have to tell you to knock that shit off? You are beautiful, smart, funny as hell and if you would give yourself half a second you could do anything you set your mind to!"

Karen's anger erupted, "Then you have to shut up about yourself, you are way more beautiful than I am and you are strong and vibrant."

"Whatever, Karen. You are needed in Middle-Earth according to Elrond… And I guess I am as well so we are going and that is final." Lisa crossed her arms.

"I'm not going." Karen said, glaring at Lisa. "I will not be humiliated when they realize they made a mistake and send me back!"

"Yes you are!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

Legolas looked at Aragorn who shrugged, the women were working it out themselves. If they waited a few more minutes he guessed they would have an answer.

"Fine!" Karen yelled glaring at Lisa.

"Fine!" Lisa yelled back, then sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "So we're going?"

"Yeah, stupid poo-poo head!" Karen said. Laughing, Lisa reached out to hug her friend. It was at this point they suddenly remembered they weren't alone. Turning together, they looked at the men who were staring at them both with the exact same quizzical expressions on their faces.

"I guess you think we are crazy." Lisa sighed again. "In this world, we are extremely normal. We don't stand out at all. I promise."

Aragorn thought privately that this was extremely unlikely, but he held his tongue. "Well, we must away. We need to be gone before they come looking for you." He rose. Lisa reached out to filled her glass again. "No Lady, no more. The trip is… unique and you will be sick at the other end. Do not add to your misery on the other side." He offered his hand to Karen who took it, rising to stand next to him. Lisa would have gotten to her feet without help but Legolas offered her his hand. Reaching past his hand, she gripped his forearm. He smiled as her fingers closed around his forearm. He hauled her to her feet in one fluid movement.

"Do we need to bring anything with us?" Karen asked.

"Your needs will be met in Rivendell. Leave everything." Aragorn replied. He walked to the door and took a pouch out of his pocket. Opening it, he sprinkled some powder on the threshold. Light flooded the room as the doorway flared brightly white. It shimmered like a sparkling curtain had been hung over the black space. Aragorn stepped back.

"My Lady?" He held a hand out for Karen. She hung back, giggling nervously.

Lisa stepped forward. She held her head high as she squared her shoulders. "Well, here goes nothing. Catch you on the flip side Kar." She strode purposefully into the light.

Legolas watched her go. In her heart, she was a warrior. Now he just had to convince her mind. He decided then, with no hesitation, to do that very thing. Karen, emboldened by her friend, walked quickly into the light after her. Legolas looked at Aragorn and they both entered the light together.

The light faded, and the door became blank again. The beat of helicopter blades could be heard in the distance. The fire burned itself out. All the rescuers ever found were four glasses, one empty, two full and one half full.

Chapter Two

I floated forward, spinning and twisting through a seemingly endless rainbow tunnel. I could hear nothing, but felt warm wind rushing over my skin. I tried to look to see if Karen behind me, but I couldn't move of my own will. After what seemed like eternity, I slowed.

Suddenly, my feet hit something hard, causing me to stumble forward. My vision cleared to show I was in a stone paved grotto. This new world began to spin. My stomach rebelled. Oh god, not here. I can't puke here. Closing my eyes against the carousel of scenery, I hunched over. I took step after step, trying desperately not to fall. I felt hands, supporting me. I relaxed into them as the world went black.

Elrond stood to the side of the Portal with Gandalf. They should be returning any moment. The portal flared as a tall, stunning blonde woman stepped out. She staggered forward, fighting the illness he knew was overtaking her. He nodded his head as he saw she was about to pass out. Glorfindel swept her into his strong arms. Whisking her up the steps toward the room that had been prepared for Elrond's guests. He was back again in seconds.

Elrond and Gandalf looked back as a petite, beautiful red head stepped out. She immediately slumped toward the ground. Glorfindel rushed forward, catching her. He carried his charge up the stairs to join her companion.

The portal flared again as Aragorn then stepped out, staggering slightly. He shook his head, clearing it before looking around. Only seconds passed before Legolas stepped into the grotto on the final flare of the portal. He gripped Aragorn's shoulder for support but remained upright as the portal collapsed behind him.

"Well done." Gandalf said, coming forward.

Legolas' keen eyes scanned the area. "Where are the ladies? Are they alright?"

"They are indeed fine." Elrond assured them. "Glorfindel has taken them to rest. You should go to yours. I will need you to find me in the morning. We have had word of Smeagol." He turned then walking up the stairs out of the grotto. Aragorn followed wearily behind him. Gandalf paused, considering Legolas. The Elf Prince had changed somehow in this journey. He wondered at this for a moment before shaking his shaggy head. So it has already begun, he thought, as he watched him follow after Aragorn. He chuckled to himself as he climbed the steps. I shall enjoy watching things unfold.

When Karen and Lisa opened their eyes, they found themselves in a comfortable room in Elrond's home in Rivendell. Luminescent fluted columns and spires of ivory rose to form rooms open to the sweetly scented air, yet still sheltered the inhabitants from the occasional misty rainfall. They knew right away where they were.

"Karen," Lisa could find no words to describe what she was feeling. There was a sense of belonging, as if they were being welcomed home.

"Um, Lisa, you're...skinny..." Karen's voice was tinged with wonder.

"Look in the mirror lately?" Lisa shot back with a grin.

"Huh?" Karen turned around to find a tiny woman in a long white nightdress and deep auburn hair cascading in rippling waves down her back staring at her. She jumped, at first thinking someone else was in the room with them. When it finally donned on her it was a mirror, she did a double take. Then a triple take. "Oh. My. God. Lisa..." tears began streaming down her face. "Lisa...I'm..."

Lisa smiled. "You're beautiful, honey."

"My God, so are you. You're gorgeous. Your hair - Lis, it's down to your ass." Lisa spun around, her hair whipping around with her. Then she looked back at Karen, cocking her head slightly. There was something else different. She couldn't quite put her finger on. She shrugged, thinking it unimportant. Until she came to stand next to her sister-friend at the mirror. Where before Karen had only been two inches shorter, Lisa found she had to look down at her heart-sister. "Karen, you've shrunk!"

"Hmm?" Karen was busy studying herself. She even lifted the voluminous shift to check out her legs. She bent over and squeaked. "My thighs don't touch!"

Lisa bent over as well. "Mine don't either!"

They looked at each other, giggling, then said in unison, "Susan Powter!"

"I can't believe it. It's all real...unless..." Karen's voice quavered fresh tears again sliding down her cheeks.

"Don't say it."

"But what if?" Lisa shot her a warning look, Karen went on anyway, "What if we're dead and this is our version of heaven?"

Lisa groaned. Then her face took on a hint of teasing as she linked her arm through Karen's. "And you're complaining?" her smart-assedness had obviously lost nothing during the trip. "Just shut up and enjoy it while it lasts."

Responding to a knock at the door, the friends threw on robes they found on their beds. Together they went to open it. The Gandalf stood there, gray robes, staff, and all. Karen nearly fainted again. She rushed to sit on the bed to keep from falling to the floor. It was like meeting a celebrity.

"Ah, I see you are feeling better. May I come in?" He narrowed his eyes, which had a hint of a twinkle in them. "I think I may have some explaining to do." Karen burst out laughing, glancing over at Lisa. There was an answering grin on her friend's face as I Love Lucy's, Ricky Ricardo, came into their minds simultaneously. Gandalf took a chair by the window. Beyond it Rivendell spread out before them, shining brightly in the morning light. "You may be wondering how it is you are...different now," he began, trying to be tactful.

Karen couldn't seem to stop crying - emotional woman that she was. "I don't think I care...I'm-"

"As you truly are inside," He said gently. Karen abruptly closed her mouth.

"If that's true," Lisa spoke up grinning as she quipped, "how come I'm not an elf?"

With an enigmatic smile, he answered in typically cryptic wizard fashion, "This is a journey the end of which none can foretell." Lisa rolled her eyes, but then what had she really expected.

They discussed many things that morning while they ate the simple but delicious breakfast one of the servants brought. Gandalf seemed impressed at their knowledge of Middle Earth, though the girls were careful not to give away what they knew to be future events. He questioned them on things that were more personal, nodding and grunting as they told the wizard about their previous lives. Karen was actually surprised at how much Lisa left out of her tale. She glanced at Gandalf, who winked at her, letting her know he knew and understood more than they realized.

The sun was nearing noon when Gandalf rose to leave. He told the two friends to get more rest. Traveling between worlds was very taxing on the mind, body and soul. They glanced at each other. As if they could sleep now! So when there was another knock at the door, they were still giggling and talking excitedly. Karen couldn't seem to stop jumping around. Her ankle didn't hurt at all! She felt as if she had wings and could fly around the world and back. Lisa kept looking in the mirror, checking to see if her ears had changed. She didn't talk about it, but Karen knew she was slightly disappointed that her "as you are on the inside" hadn't included becoming an elf. She prattled endlessly about the battles she was going to fight… and win. Karen opened the door to find Elrond standing there. Oh shit. Another celebrity. How did you greet an elf King? Bow? Kiss his ring? Lisa joined her at the door bowing slightly. Karen, relieved, copied her. Elrond inclined his head, "May I enter?"

"Of course," Lisa replied instantly, stepping out of the way so he could.

"I am glad you made it here safely and that you are feeling better. You are most welcome." His voice was calming, as if his very words kept those around him from panicking.

"Thank you," Lisa and Karen said together. They glanced at each other grinning slightly at their timing.

"I hope that you will relax and gather your strength. There will be a Council a week hence that I wish you to attend. It is most important." Lisa nodded soberly as Karen said,

"Of course." Elrond flashed her a ghost of a smile,

"I also wish to invite you to a masquerade ball we are holding in two days' time, to celebrate Yenearsira – the winter solstice." He explained when he saw their puzzled faces.

"Well, we'd like to but we don't have anything to wear - in fact, I was sort of wondering where our clothes were." Lisa said, trying to sound respectful rather than rude.

Elrond smiled. "Forgive me. New clothes are being made for you. They should be ready later this day. Your clothing was so strange, I thought it best that you wear traditional garb while you are here. The fabrics your clothes were made of caused quite a stir. What are they called?"

"Denim." Lisa answered. "It's a serviceable fabric that is very tough, so that it takes a long time to wear out. And the other is t-shirt material, it is light and cool."

"Hmm..." Elrond said noncommittally. "Elves are not accustomed to such stiff, heavy, tight clothing. Anyway, I would be happy to have Aliniel make your costumes. You have met her yes?" The girls nodded having met the quiet elleth earlier that morning when she delivered breakfast. "She is an excellent seamstress and very quick. I'm sure she would have no trouble finishing in time."

"That would be very kind of you. Thank you so much." Karen spoke up. Elrond nodded his head. "I was wondering..." Karen began shyly. "Are Aragorn and Legolas all right? We have not seen them and Gandalf did not mention them." She sensed it would be better to try to speak properly. No contractions and no slang, so they wouldn't stand out. Wow, that was gonna be hard.

Elrond smiled. "They are well. Remember, this was their second time through the portal, so they recovered more quickly. They are on a short scouting expedition, searching for the accursed Gollum. They will return before the ball. Now," he said, rising, "I will leave you to your rest. I shall send Aliniel to you shortly. Please feel free to explore as you feel up to it." He nodded again, then glided smoothly out the door.

Aliniel arrived about an hour later. Lisa already had an idea of what she wanted to be, if Aliniel could manage it. As she described it to the beautiful, silver-haired elf, Aliniel began to smile. Nodding she said, "A helta ar caita caimanna."

"I'm sorry?" Lisa said.

"Oh! Excuse me. Please take your clothes off, so I can measure you." Karen saw the grin on Lisa's face. She knew exactly what was running through her heart-sister's mind. A phrase like that could come in handy with a handsome elf around. Karen knew now Lisa was skinny, she wouldn't be as hesitant to flirt with Legolas. Karen had no doubt Lisa was chewing on just how to do that.

The two friends and the elleth soon became comfortable with each other. Lisa finally asked Aliniel to repeat the phrase. Aliniel looked at her slyly but did as she was asked. Lisa formed the words carefully. She then proceeded to practice, amid giggles, till she had it down pat. Since Lisa's dirty mind had taken the pressure off her, Karen had been able to think. She knew what she wanted to be. It was something representing her journey into and through this world. Aliniel loved the idea, saying it would be no problem at all to do what Karen wanted. Soon Aliniel had all their measurements. After inquiring if the girls needed anything else, she left.

Another ellon delivered packages shortly after Aliniel had departed. They were rather large. The one handed to Lisa was wrapped in light green paper, while the one for Karen was in a dark blue. They eagerly unwrapped the parcels to find several changes of clothing each. They oohed and awed over the clothing as they carefully hung each item in the wardrobe. Karen snickered,

"They really know us already. I mean I have almost all blue. And for you they have given you pinks. I wonder how they knew you don't like skirts?" Lisa shrugged,

"I don't know and really don't care. I am willing to let things seem magical for the time being aren't you?" Karen sighed. Then a wide grin replaced the worry.

They spent the rest of the first day and the second just wandering. Exploring every inch of Rivendell. Almost every elf they passed smiled, greeting them with undisguised curiosity. The girls, though unused to intense attention, blossomed under it. They made many friends that they knew they would cherish for the rest of their lives.

On the second evening they followed the sound of music into the gathering hall. Lisa gasped at the sight of Glorfindel playing a violin for a group of elves. She wandered forward drawn by the haunting melody. Karen followed in her wake, enjoying the music almost as much as Lisa. Lisa came to a halt at the edge of the group. She stood eyes closed, swaying to the music. Karen found herself a cushion and sat. The closest elves pushed a full goblet of a liquid that looked like wine toward her. She didn't normally like wine, but felt it would be rude if she didn't at least take a sip. She lifted it to her lips and took a tiny sip. It wasn't wine at all, but a glorious juice. Relaxing, she took a larger mouthful, sighing at the explosion of flavor on her tongue. She looked up at Lisa who was still lost in the sound of the violin. Karen knew she missed her instrument, there wasn't a day that went by Lisa had not practiced on it. Karen looked around her, watching the evident enjoyment of all assembled. The elleth closest to her leaned over, whispering, "The Lady is a musician?" Karen nodded, wondering how the elleth had surmised this. He smiled, "What does she play? Or does she sing?" Karen giggled softly, "She plays the violin and she sings, but her passion is the violin." The elleth grinned before turning to Glorfindel. Some unspoken communication went between the two because shortly, Glorfindel finished the song, lowering the violin from his shoulder.

Lisa opened her eyes, a dreamy expression on her face. She found Glorfindel staring at her. She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, "That was beautiful." Glorfindel regarded her for a moment, "My thanks Lady. You have the look of a musician. Do you play an instrument?" Lisa smiled,

"I play the violin as a matter of fact." The smile on Glorfindel's lips warned her what was coming. Her heart pounded in her chest even as he spoke,

"It would give us great pleasure to hear music from your world." He stepped forward offering her his violin. Lisa took the instrument from him, stroking it with gentle fingers. It was exquisite, the wood though light glowed as if it possessed an inner light. She knew it's sound already. She took the bow, and traded places with him. She glanced around, her eyes meeting Karen's. Karen smiled and nodded reassuringly. Lisa took a deep breath as she raised the violin to her shoulder. It nestled there as if it were a long lost friend. Closing her eyes, she put the bow to the strings and began to play. She played classically, running through several pieces before she stopped. The cheer that arose when the last note faded warmed her heart. Glorfindel rose coming back to her, "My Lady, that was most beautiful. Never before have I heard the like of it." Lisa smiled shyly,

"It is what we call classical music. There is another kind of music I enjoy playing as well." His eyes met hers,

"If you are not tired, would you care to share it as well?" Lisa grinned,

"I was just getting warmed up! I warn you it is vastly different from what I played before." Glorfindel's curiosity shone in his face,

"Please, share with us then." He returned to his seat, all eyes in the room fixed on Lisa. Karen looked around, the group had grown so the room was almost filled. She really doubted Lisa noticed this. She knew Lisa had a bit of stage fright, but then, her reception had been overwhelmingly positive. She settled in, nibbling on cheese and bread as Lisa began a hearty jig. The elves were still for only a few moments before a few got up, beginning to try dancing to the lively song. Soon there were many laughing and dancing as Lisa played song after song. Finally, Lisa faltered, and ended the song she was playing. "I am sorry. My arm has finally grown tired." Glorfindel was at her side instantly,

"It is I who should apologize, Lady." Lisa smiled, handing the instrument back to Glorfindel.

"Thank you for allowing me to play. This is truly a magnificent instrument." Glorfindel looked down at it, then back to Lisa,

"You do not have an instrument in this place?" Lisa shook her head,

"No, we left everything when we came here." Glorfindel handed the instrument back to her,

"Then I beg of you, take Ithildin. You are a better violinist than I and it deserves hands such as yours." Lisa stared at him, tears welling in her eyes,

"I only played a different kind of music than yours. I am not better than you." Glorfindel lay a hand on her cheek,

"Lady, I have been alive a very long time. I am at the peak of my knowledge and capability with this instrument. You, however, have not even begun to learn our music. There will be a time when you surpass all that I know. Ithildin has spoken for you and I must obey it's wishes. Take it with my gratitude and friendship." The tears spilled over to run down Lisa's cheeks,

"I will cherish it the rest of my days, thank you." Glorfindel led her to a seat as another musician came to play. Karen leaned over,

"Lis, I think you just played your best tonight." Lisa cradled Ithildin in her lap, "Much of it was this wonderful instrument. Never before have I seen the like, and now…" She looked down at it, stroking its lines with a fingertip, wonder filling her face, "It's mine." Karen's eyes widened,

"He gave it to you?" Glorfindel turned from where he chatted with another ellon,

"I did indeed. She is a better musician than I will ever be." He turned back to his conversation. Karen met Lisa's eyes. She saw the same disbelief mirrored in her heart-sister's. Glorfindel had been professed to be one of the best musicians of the elves in Tolkien's books, yet he had just said Lisa was better. Karen wondered exactly what was going to happen over the course of this journey.

Watching the gathering as the evening progressed, Karen watched like she so often did. The Elves of Rivendell were a friendly, contented people. Karen almost wished she could stay here, rather than go on a quest with danger, and dirt, and possible...death. Same bubble, different scenery. She considered this as she watched Lisa, moving from group to group, chatting and laughing. Lisa fit in here so well, she felt a spurt of jealousy. Lisa was always the center of attention. She was the life of every party. Karen, sighed, trying to resign herself to a life of anonymity. Suddenly, determination filled her, No. She thought sternly to herself, I have an opportunity here. To change my whole attitude toward life. To become a different person. A better person. She decided then and there she wanted to be someone who lived IN the world, rather than looking in on it with her nose pressed against the glass.

Chapter Three

The day of the ball arrived. Anticipation was on the very air. Karen and Lisa were roused early by several of the Elven women with which they had made friends. The chattering ensemble whisked Lisa and Karen to get massages, and get their hair done and such. Karen whispered to Lisa at one point, "This stuff most certainly was NOT in Tolkien's books!" Lisa giggled in agreement. Once they were ready, Aliniel presented them with their costumes. There were exclamations from everyone as Lisa and Karen both stroked the dresses with reverent fingers. Suddenly the girls were surrounded as the Elven women helped them get dressed.

Aragorn and Legolas arrived back in Rivendell early the morning of the ball, having been unable to locate Sméagol. They brought grim news however, of stirrings in the south. After talking with Elrond and Gandalf, they parted to prepare themselves for the ball. Tonight, there would be grand entertainment, good food, wine, women and song. Elven masquerade balls were really a chance for the female elves to show off their creative skills. The men just sort of dressed up and put a mask on. So Aragorn arrived in a black velvet tunic embroidered with silver stars, black breeches, and polished black boots. Legolas was in gray brocade, woven with silver leaves, which set off his blond hair to perfection. Their masks had been made to match their outfits. They met in the hallway and moved with the flow of the crowd heading toward the dining hall. Though both silent, their eyes searched for two figures that were, well, not to be unkind, but larger than everyone else, as there was no such thing as a fat elf. Their excuse was that they wished to tell the two women they'd rescued from the avalanche all that they had learned, and to make sure they were completely recovered. Legolas had not been able to get Lisa out of his mind. He couldn't believe that of all the people in the world he could have been sent to retrieve, it would have been her. He had not spoken to Aragorn about it. Mainly because the Ranger had seemed preoccupied.

Lisa and Karen each took a deep breath. They had told each other at least ten times how beautiful the other looked, but...it only really started to sink in when they got appreciative looks from the elves. Lisa for her tall goldenness, and Karen for her petite pixie-ness. They clasped each other's hands as they entered the ballroom. Pausing in the doorway to look at the way the room had been transformed. Little lights winked like stars above them and there was winter greenery everywhere. Karen leaned in to whisper,

"It's not all that different from home is it?" Lisa squeezed her hand in reply. Karen looked over at her. Lisa's eyes were now scanning the people in the room. Karen knew who she was looking for and waited.

Aragorn stood near an archway leading to a small alcove. He looked up to see what he thought was a breathtaking elven woman enter the hall. She was dressed in a stunning iridescent white gown, the bottom of which was made to resemble phoenix feathers in various shades of pinks and lavenders; her mask was made of the same feathers. Her long blond hair hung in loose curls cascading down her back, all the way to her shapely rear. She shimmered every time she moved.

"Who is that?" Legolas asked, as he came to stand next to Aragorn. He took in the goddess's sky blue eyes. She seemed to be looking right at him. Her gaze burning him where he stood. "I know every elf here and I've never seen her before. I can tell you that even with the mask she's wearing. No elf has a body like that." The ranger was about to reply when another vision stepped out of the shadows. She was just as lovely as her companion, the Phoenix, but completely opposite. Where her friend was tall, curvy and lean, she was petite and shapely. She was a head shorter than her companion, who was easily as tall as many of the Elves in the room. Most everyone here towered over her, except the dwarves and Hobbits. She was wearing a gown of fawn colored silk and a pair of electric blue butterfly wings was attached to her back by some invisible means. Her mask was of a pale blue material. Her deep auburn hair was bound up in braids. Even from across the room, her startling jade green eyes found his and seemed to pierce his very soul. He couldn't take his eyes off her, not only because of her beauty, but also because he had a strange feeling he knew her. His attention was broken when he felt a searing, burning sensation, as if someone had sunk a dagger into his breastbone. Involuntarily, his head turned, and he found himself unable to stop looking at Gimli, who was regaling a group of hobbits with stories of the famed treasures in the Mines of Moria.

A festive group of Elves entered the room, obscuring the two. As the crowd cleared, the Phoenix found Legolas again with her searching eyes. It seemed he saw the summer sky above his home in Mirkwood in those eyes, and he lost himself in happy memories for a moment. When he focused on the present again, she was smiling at him. Leaning down, she said something to her companion. They began making their way through the celebrants to join ranger and elf.

"Hello again," the Phoenix smiled. The Butterfly was shyly silent.

"Have we met?" Legolas tilted his head, trying to place her. He was sure he could never have forgotten the intensity of her gaze if they had encountered each other before. It seemed whenever he looked at her, he fell into her eyes, traveled through her soul, and came out the other side a different person. Every damned time. And that was just in the last few minutes! Aragorn's eyes were again drawn to the beautiful butterfly. Again, his attention was forcibly drawn away, this time to Pippin, who had just set the hair on his foot alight by standing too close to a sparking fire.

"Yes, we have met before." The Phoenix smiled secretively as she answered Legolas, "but unless you can guess where and when, I will not tell you until the unmasking at midnight."

"Lle merna salk?" He asked with a smirk that was quickly wiped off his face when she answered as if she knew exactly what he'd said.

"Yes, thank you, I would love to dance." Legolas took her hand gently, leading her out to the middle of the hall where an intricate dance was underway, with much weaving, figure-eight's, dipping, and twirling. Aragorn bowed to the Butterfly. "Please forgive me, my Lady," he said softly, his eyes conveying the deep regret his tongue could not put into words. Then he walked away.

Well, that was a disaster, Karen thought. But what did she expect? She knew he was already in love with an elf…who had just walked through the door. There was no mistaking who she was as Aragorn nearly ran several dancers down to get to her. Karen hung her head, trying to fight back tears. How stupid had she been to think that just because she was skinny, Aragorn would fall madly in love with her? She almost felt like just going back to her chamber and crying herself to sleep. But as she looked down at the beautiful gown she resolved to try to have a good time. She couldn't let Aliniel's hard work be for nothing. She would have to find a nice, quiet corner to watch the festivities from.

"Pardon me, my lady," said a husky, sexy voice. Karen turned around. There was Hot Guy #2, Faramir. Right in front of her. "Would you care to dance?"

"Thank you. I would love to." Okay, she thought frantically for a moment. Faramir wasn't in the original Rivendell scene. She glanced at Aragorn who was playing court to Arwen. She straightened her shoulders. If she couldn't have Aragorn, she could at least enjoy herself with Faramir. Why not? It would be something to remember when they had to go home. The next dance was a slow one. Faramir pulled Karen in close and they floated around the floor to the music of flutes and harps. "I only arrived yesterday, to give news to my brother Boromir, who is here for the council meeting." He said conversationally. She nodded, a bit shy as the spot where his hand rested had gone tingly. He tried again. "You are not Elven. Are you here for the Council as well? Where is your home?"

"No, I am not Elven. I was invited for the council yes. As to my home…I wonder if you would believe me." She replied with a strange smile.

"I do not understand." His eyes on hers were mesmerizing. Karen tried to ignore they effect he had on her.

"My home is a place called 'America.'" She, who normally had two left feet was gliding to the music as if she were born to it. She looked up into Faramir's handsome, yet sad eyes.

He smiled. "I have never heard of it, but there are many corners of Middle Earth that I have not had to leave to explore." The song ended, he ushered Karen from the dance floor. "Will you join me for a breath of fresh air?" he asked. She nodded. He took her hand to lead her out onto the balcony. Fire jumped from his palm to hers, spreading throughout her body. God, he's so hot. She'd love for him to take her right now, right here against the railing...oh great, now I'm turning into a slut. Well why not? She grinned. It had been such a long time. She and her ex-husband had stopped having sex months before the divorce. Which was final over a year ago. Why not live a little?

"Your scent is strange. I cannot place it, though it seems so familiar. You are not of the Dunedain. You are not an elf. You are certainly not a hobbit nor Dwarf. Please...I must know who you are. Never before have my senses failed me in such a way. Are you of the Rohirrim?"

"You'll find out soon enough," She smiled the secret little smile she had used earlier. He gave in, hoping she would slip at some point. They didn't spend a moment apart the entire night. They discussed weapons, armor, battle techniques, life, and the journey Legolas was about to take...Lisa didn't tell him she would be on that trip as well. Legolas spoke at length about his past and his life in Mirkwood, which only reminded Lisa of all she knew about him. Yet, she could hear the sadness in his voice telling her how much he missed his home.

Their talk was easy, natural. Not an awkward moment or uncomfortable silence passed between them. Once or twice they finished each other's sentences. They had so many things in common. They also found attraction… a connection that felt older than the universe, as if their souls had met many lifetimes ago only to find each other again.

Faramir plucked a rose of palest blue from a bush overhanging the balcony. "My lady, do you know what this is?" he asked, opening her palm to place the flower gently in it.

"A rose?" she ventured.

"Not just any rose. The rose of Tinuviel. The rarest and most beautiful of all flowers...just as you are..." He was so cute in his shyness.

"Thank you." she murmured, feeling the blush heating her skin. Who needed Hot Guy #1?

"Your lips look so soft and sweet, Karen." he said her name slowly, as if savoring the unique flavor of it. She reached up, put her arms around his neck, pulling him to her. The first kiss was hesitant. He was so shy, so gentle. She wondered how he'd had the nerve to even ask her (or anyone else for that matter) to dance. She was proud of herself though. She had taken the initiative, done something that a week ago she never would have contemplated. They talked quietly for a long time, though they never went back inside to where the party was.

"May I see you again tomorrow?" he asked as he walked her to her door.

"I'd like that very much." she answered, turning to face him. This time… she let HIM kiss HER. She knew even though she'd just met him, if he asked her, right now, to sleep with him, she would be all over him like white on rice. But no. Ever the gentleman, he turned and left. She went inside, more than a little disappointed.

"Let's go for a walk, Legolas," The Phoenix suggested, taking his arm. "It's loud and hot in here." They climbed the hill behind Elrond's house. At the top, they found a gazebo. Inside they sat, silently admiring the view. Just then the bell sounded that it was midnight. Time for everyone to remove their masks. Legolas turned, reaching up to gently remove the Phoenix's mask. He looked deeply into her eyes of summer as she relieved him of his mask.

"It is so strange. You would think I would remember those eyes. Your spirit is so old...please tell me now how we know each other."

"Are you sure you don't remember?"

"I'm sorry. I wish I did. I do not understand how my memory of you could be lost."

"You mean you rescue a lot of girls from avalanches?" she teased, her blue eyes twinkling even in the low light.

"No," he said, straight-faced, obviously not getting the joke. "Aragorn and I rescued two about a week ago," he paused, "wait, how did you know?" She remained silent as his eyes searched her face. Anything to prolong such intense attention from him. She watched, her heart pounding, as the light of recognition filled his face. "Lisa? But you..." She rose, walking away from him.

"Yes, I know. Gandalf says we come out the other side of the portal as our true selves. What do you think?" she twirled, causing the phoenix feathers to float around her ankles. Legolas stood,

"That you're beautiful. That you always were beautiful. But now I can see you believe it yourself, and that fills my heart with joy." She stopped twirling as he stepped in to kiss her before she could protest, which she had no intention of doing. Something clicked in her heart, as his lips met hers. Her old life fell away. There was only this moment. Like the phoenix she loved so much, she rose from the ashes of her former self to be reborn into Legolas's arms. She knew now that she would never go back. Here in Middle Earth, with Legolas at her side, was where she belonged. She was home. The kiss seemed to last as long as it took for the earth to revolve around the sun, the moon and stars to grow cold and die, then shine anew. Whole races became extinct and rose up again. It was a kiss to be shared only by two destined to be together for all eternity.

When they finally broke apart, Lisa lost herself in Legolas's ageless elven eyes. Realizing in that moment she was already completely in love with him, not just the lust she had when they had first met. She also saw, with all the joy her heart could hold, her love was returned whole-heartedly.

It was near one in the morning when Legolas finally left Lisa at her door with a brief kiss that promised so much more to come. She floated inside. Seeing Karen was already asleep in her bed, she undressed, carefully hanging the gown in the wardrobe. She would cherish it for all time. She readied herself for bed. Liquid silver moonlight beamed in through the open windows. Lisa stopped to examine her naked body in its soft rays. Her limbs were long and lean, taut and smooth. Not a blemish marked her golden skin...not a scar. Wait a second… she ran her hands over her flat belly, then around her perfect breasts, looking for the scars and stretch marks she had once borne. They were gone...all gone. They had been there this morning. Tears sprang to her eyes. She'd thought she would have to live with those for the rest of her life. She pulled her shift on, moving to gently shake Karen awake.

"Hmm?"

"Please wake up." Karen immediately sat up, thinking there was some emergency. Lisa was smiling radiantly.

Oh. Karen thought. She hooked up with Hot Elf #1. "What's up?" she asked aloud.

"Karen…my scars. They're all gone!" Without hesitation, she lifted the shift to show Karen. "My tattoos are all gone too. I'm a blank canvas. Think they do tats here?" Karen gasped, leaping out of bed to check her own body. All her stretch marks had disappeared too. And something she hadn't noticed before...her breasts were perky instead of saggy. She no longer had to be ashamed of them. She'd always thought they were like an old woman's, but now...Karen turned from side to side, admiring everything. Then she stopped dead. There was one thing...she almost didn't want to check. It had been such a part of her for so long...one of the things that made her unique. She stepped close to the mirror to smile. Her teeth were blindingly white. Perfect. Except for one thing. She still had her snaggle-tooth. Her grin widened. They really were their true selves now! They finally settled down enough to sleep, after talking for a long while about the changes and speculating about the future.

CHAPTER FOUR

Their stomachs woke them early as neither had eaten last night. First they had been too busy getting ready, then too excited, then they were too busy with Legolas and Faramir.

They rose, groaning about their lack of sleep. Their plan was to grab a quick bite, then burrow back under the covers. They didn't bother even brushing their hair or getting dressed; they figured after the party last night most everyone would be sleeping in. So when Lisa yanked open the door, giggling at something Karen had said, she sure as hell didn't expect to see Legolas sitting on a bench across the hall from her door, calmly reading a book. She REALLY didn't plan on finding Faramir just a few feet down the hall, staring out the window, obviously waiting for Karen to emerge. Lisa squeaked, "Oh Shit!" as she retreated, slamming the door shut.

Legolas looked up and Faramir turned when they heard the door open. Lisa took one look at them, squeaked, "Oh shit!" and slammed the door shut. Through the closed door, the men heard frenzied murmuring. Then soft thuds of things being thrown around, but could not make out what was being said. Soon, though, they began to hear snippets as Lisa's raised voice came to them through the open windows. They heard things like "squirrels' nest", "bed hair" and "furry teeth," which they didn't understand. However, what made them burst out laughing was when they heard, loud and clear, "Who the hell does that elf think he is, looking bloody perfect at 5 fucking 30 in the morning!" There was silence after the statement. It didn't last long though. The door opened. Lisa emerged, wearing an outfit almost identical to Legolas' save for the colors: a soft rose-pink tunic, fawn-colored breeches and soft leather boots. Her glorious hair hung around her in a golden cloud. Legolas couldn't help thinking she looked damn sexy in clothes more suited to a man. Karen followed Lisa out the door wearing a dark blue blouse tucked into a light blue skirt, and blue ballet slippers on her feet. She had tied her hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. The rose Faramir had given her tucked behind her ear.

Faramir smiled, stepping forward. "Good morning, my lady. I hope we are not too early? I could not wait to see you again."

"No, it's fine!" Karen said, a little too cheerily. Her face was still flushed from rushing around to find something to wear. She quickly closed the door so Legolas and Faramir couldn't see the clothes that had been thrown EVERYWHERE in their haste to make themselves presentable.

They all enjoyed an early breakfast out on the balcony leading off the dining hall, with the spectacular view of Rivendell as a backdrop. Their talk easy and inconsequential. Soon after they had finished, Lisa decided she needed some alone time with Hot Elf #1, and could see that Karen was ready for the same with Faramir. Animal heat emanated from all four companions. It was obvious what all had on their minds. So no one protested when Lisa suggested to Legolas that he show her the practice field. Legolas rose, leading Lisa from the room, his hand on the small of her back. Karen grinned as she watched them go, turning back to Faramir to finish the last of her tea.

"You said you liked to read, my lady?"

"Please, don't call me Lady." Karen was still trying to get used to all this, and she just felt...weird when anyone called her "Lady"...she didn't feel like one!

He looked crushed. "My apologies." He was silent then. Karen realized she had really hurt his feelings.

"I'm sorry, Faramir. That came out wrong. Where I come from we are much more relaxed in relationships between men and women. We just call each other by our given names. Would you do me the honor of just calling me Karen?" She smiled at him. His eyes met hers, and after a moment his smile returned.

"I understand, now. I would like very much to call you Karen."

"Thank you. Now, to answer your question, yes, I love to read. Back home I usually have a book in my hand before I even roll out of bed."

"I was wondering if you would care to see the Great Library of Rivendell. It's quite famous."

"That would be wonderful," her eyes shone with delight.

Aragorn strode purposefully down the hall, his mind wandering far and wide as his feet took him automatically to his favorite place in Rivendell. He had gone to Lisa and Karen's room to escort them to the Council, which was to start in an hour, but they were not there. He'd asked around, and had been told Karen was seen going into the library. As he entered, he heard soft giggles coming from the back of the room, and was slightly aggravated. Did no one respect the power of the written word anymore? It seemed all this place was ever used for now was as a trysting spot for young elven men and women to sow their wild oats among the privacy of the stacks. He made to leave, but heard someone say "Karen," and turned back, following the sound of the murmurs. There was only one Karen. Striding down the center aisle, he looked left and right, searching for the strange woman, and whomever she was with. He also kept an eye out for the giggler, for he did not make the connection that it could be her...she had just arrived, she didn't know anyone here. With these thoughts in mind, he reached the last row and found Faramir with a very pretty maiden, huddled close together near the window. They looked up guiltily when they heard his footstep.

"Forgive me. I was looking for the Lady Karen." he said, preparing to back away.

Faramir's face clouded in puzzlement. "This is the Lady Karen."

"Oh. Forgive me," he said again. "I did not realize..." His face showed the shock he was too gentlemanly to convey with words.

"Surprise!" Karen said, trying to lighten the mood. "Seems like this is a little side-effect Gandalf forgot to mention. He said something about being who we're meant to be or something. But, hey, I guess I look okay, so I'm not complaining."

Aragorn didn't know what to say, so he merely nodded his head. "The Council is to start soon. Where is your friend? We should find her as well."

"Oh, ever since she and Legolas were together at the ball last night, you couldn't get a piece of paper between them. They've gone to the practice field."

"The Phoenix last night? That was Lisa?"

"Yes, the travel through the portal did the same to her as it did to me, only a lot better."

"So... you're... you were the butterfly?" His voice held astonishment, but something else as well. If Karen didn't know better, she'd have thought it was regret.

"Yep. Original, huh? But Faramir seemed to like it." She looked over at the man in question. He quickly turned his face, seemingly engrossed in the scene outside the window. But it wasn't fast enough for Karen to miss the intense jealousy that passed briefly over his handsome features. She knew she had no hope with Aragorn, so she felt no compunctions about taking Faramir's arm in front of the ranger.

A pained expression crossed Aragorn's rugged features; a battle waging just beneath the skin. Karen, being so inexperienced with men, didn't equate it with longing. Perhaps it was just the stress of the upcoming journey and having to leave Arwen behind. "Faramir, do you know the way to the Council chamber?" she asked, to spare Aragorn having to be in her company any longer. He'd made it perfectly clear last night that he couldn't stand to be around her.

"Well, no, actually. I am afraid I must take my leave of you. I have some messages to send back home, then I must get my armor repaired, but I would love to have dinner with you this evening if you are willing."

"I'd like that." A faint tinkling distracted her for a moment, but was soon forgotten as Faramir leaned in to kiss her softly.

"I will find you. It is nearly time, Aragorn. Are you well?"

Aragorn shook himself out of his reverie. "Yes, quite. Lady? Shall we go?" Somehow, Karen didn't mind when Aragorn called her lady. NO. That door was closed, padlocked, boarded over, and bricked up. She lightly kissed Faramir's cheek, then hurried to follow Aragorn, who was already halfway to the door. Faramir had seen something fall from Aragorn's neck right after that tinkling sound. He bent to pick up the tiny object. It was a stone from the Evenstar. What could have caused something made by Elven jewelers, especially a jewel made for Elrond's daughter, to break? He made his way to the courier's office, lost in thought. He had a feeling there was more going on between Aragorn and Karen than either would admit to anyone… not even themselves. He shook his head as he watched them leave the library. That would be just his luck. To find someone beautiful, exotic (well, exotic for Middle Earth, anyway), and intelligent, and not be able to have her.

Meanwhile, Legolas brought me to the practice ground. It was a large open expanse of sandy ground, surrounded by trees and bleachers? I turned a questioning eye on Legolas who grinned,

"Sometimes they hold tournaments here. The draw is enormous." I shrugged, leaving his side to walk out in the center of the space. Reaching back, I braided my hair, hoping that it would hold. I felt full of nervous energy. It wasn't just being around Legolas, though I vibrated energy of a different sort just looking at him. Glancing back, I saw that he stood at the edge of the ring watching me, his arms folded across his chest. I turned away from him, closing my eyes. Legolas and I had discussed on our way to the ring that he wanted to watch me move. He asked if I knew any acrobatics. So, now, I stood in the ring, wondering why he wanted to watch me tumble. I took a running start before spring boarding into front flips, finishing with a half twist. I cartwheeled back the way I had come, then back flipped back. I came to a halt as Legolas stepped into the ring. He didn't speak as he walked toward me. I used the time to catch my breath a bit. I was pleased with the way my new body flew through the air with ease. I was distracted enough that I almost missed his attack. I moved, flipping back out if his reach. The fight was on. I stayed out of his reach as he tried to close with me. He finally caught me, wrapping me in his arms. I dropped out of his grasp quickly and somersaulted forward, trying to get out of his reach again.

"Hold." He said. I turned to face him. "Good, you think then act quickly. I would see you with knives. I haven't the skill to teach you sword, but I can teach you to use knives." I grinned,

"I would like that."

"Wait here for a moment." He left the field on a run. I stretched as I waited. I was beside myself with happiness. I was in Middle Earth. Legolas Thranduilion, the prince of Mirkwood was in love with me. And he wanted to teach me to use knives. I knew I would have no problem with bow. That was a skill I had easily done back home… home… I stood still looking around. No, this was home now. I let that sink in for a minute. I knew I would not let them send me back no matter what. I had left nothing behind. As far as anyone was concerned Karen and I had died in that avalanche. I had been reborn here. Here I would stay, forever… or until I died. Shivers went down my spine. I looked to where Legolas had disappeared, wanting to feel him near. He was walking back to me, carrying a set of knives. His eyes met mine,

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am fine. Those for me?" He gave me a penetrating look, which said he did not altogether believe me, but handed me the knives. I slipped my arms into the harness, buckling it in place. Never before had I ever felt something that seemed so right. The weight of them sitting on my back, the way the straps hugged me. Legolas cocked his head, observing me. After a moment he smiled,

"Are you ready?" Reaching back to draw the blades I grinned,

"Oh yes."

I stood there, red-faced and panting. That damn bloody elf hadn't even broken a fucking sweat! He was all calm, cool, and gorgeous, while I knew I looked a right mess. I wanted him so bad, I could have fucked him right there in the middle of the field. Shaking my head, I walked in circles, trying to hide my desire. I saw the bleachers, the space underneath was nice and dark; perfect for...a secret tryst...hmmm...Grabbing Legolas, I pulled him to me. He smiled, his head dipping to kiss me, delving into my mouth with his tongue. Electric eels slithered down my spine. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing back, freeing my passion for him. Pulling back, I grabbed the collar of his tunic, pulling him under the bleachers. As soon as I felt we were far enough under, I turned. My lips found his, my hands sliding around him to knead the muscles of his back. Legolas trailed his lips along my jaw line. Goosebumps covered the hot flesh there. I nearly came on the spot when he ran his tongue over them. I couldn't get enough of him. My hands roamed over his body, searching, exploring. I wanted to memorize him, so that I could make love to him all over again in my fantasies, in my dreams. Just when my hand found the laces that held his stiffening cock captive, he pulled away. "No," he said gently. "Not here. Not like this. We haven't the time. The Council will be convening soon, and I want time to explore every inch of you."

I said nothing, stepping back, trying to slow down my breathing. I loved the fact that he wanted it to be special, but he really had no idea how long I had waited for him, lusted for him, been in love with him. I was ready NOW. I decided to try to convince him, leaning in to do just that when I heard "Lisa?" from out on the field. FUCK. I loved Karen, but that girl had the worst damn timing. I thought about not answering, but Legolas was already emerging from under the bleachers. I quickly pulled myself together. How did he do that? He had been almost hard! That took some serious control...I sighed, grinding my teeth in frustration but followed him out to join Karen and Aragorn.

CHAPTER FIVE

"Damn buzz kill," Lisa muttered in Karen's ear. Karen snorted laughter, rolling her eyes. She noticed the knives strapped to Lisa's back,

"You have knives?" Lisa grinned,

"Yes, I don't know if they are mine, but Legolas hasn't asked for them back yet. He is going to teach me knife fighting." Karen grinned, slightly jealous Lisa was getting trained for the trip already. She knew if she asked, Lisa wouldn't hesitate to include her. She sighed, wishing she wasn't such a coward all the time.

The four of them walked back to the main building, where Elrond lived. Where all the important meetings were held. Gandalf beckoned to them as the sound of a bell ringing came from everywhere and nowhere.

"My lady," Aragorn solicitously took Karen's elbow. He was looking at her with a small, unfathomable smile on his face. Lisa cocked her head, squinting her eyes thoughtfully. If she didn't know better…but then there was too much else to focus on to worry about her friend's possibly burgeoning multiple love life, as they arrived where the others had gathered. She glanced around the large, open terrace as Bilbo, Gandalf, Frodo and his friends, Glorfindel, Gloin and his son Gimli, Erestor - chief counselor of Elrond's house, and Galdor - from the Gray Havens, were all seated around the perimeter of the space. There were four seats open to Elrond's left which Aragorn and Legolas led Karen and Lisa to. The two friends sat next to each other with the men at their sides.

"Welcome," Elrond nodded to the assembled gathering. He turned toward Lisa and Karen. "We have brought you here because we believe you will be key players in the saving of our world."

"That's absurd!" Borormir shot up from his seat as if someone had set off a bomb beneath him. Elrond's calm, cool gray eyes slowly fixed their intense gaze on Boromir, who turned red and abruptly sat back down. "Forgive me. I simply do not see what two mere women can do against the Dark Lord and all his forces," he muttered. It was a clumsy, obviously perfunctory apology.

"I'm confused. How do you think we can help? We're just …I mean we don't have magic or anything. I hardly think you needed to go all the way to another world to find an extra person to wield a sword – although Lisa would be excellent in that capacity." Karen, who blushed at the drop of a hat, turned bright scarlet and sat down, wishing she'd not spoken up. Now all eyes were on her, and she wasn't used to being the center of attention. She was accustomed to people's gazes sliding over her as if she didn't exist, rather than acknowledge her and her bulk. She and Lisa had been discussing their purpose here ever since they arrived, but had never come to any conclusions, or been able to pin anyone else down for more information.

"A fortnight ago, a vision came to me filled with many confusing, disjointed scenes from your world. Too many to interpret their meaning properly. Fortunately, Gandalf was visiting. He was able to enlighten me, as he'd been there once before." Elrond turned to his old friend, nodding.

Gandalf rose, an errant breeze tugging playfully at his long white whiskers. "The long and short of it is that Lord Elrond saw two ladies sitting in a field, having a picnic. Suddenly, they stopped turning, as if attacked. The golden-haired lady rose quickly making a tree branch into a weapon. The one with the hair of fire soon had a ball of energy crackling from her fingertips. A dark shadow seemed to cover everything in a false twilight. There was a blood red smudge in the center of it, like an eye. It searched the field, but passed over the two women, as if it could not see them." Lisa sat on the edge of her seat, eyes shining. Looking ready to leave on the quest right now if they asked her. Karen looked a bit green, as if she hoped they would forget she was even there.

Elrond rose again, "We have discussed this vision, examining it for every possible meaning. We still do not know why it has to be the two of you. We are certain that it is you two specifically. Something about the powers and skills you possess may well be instrumental in aiding our defeat of Sauron. His searching eye could not seem to find you. We hope to use that to our advantage."

"When do we leave?" Lisa charged out of her seat. "I'm ready to kick some orc ass!" Legolas and Aragorn uncharacteristically burst out laughing.

Gimli chuckled. "Are you sure you are not an unusually tall dwarf?"

Lisa bowed slightly before sitting back down winking as she did so, "We can discuss my ancestry later, over a flagon of mead."

"Excuse me," Karen almost raised her hand, as if she were in school. "Um, Lisa may be all gung-ho to go adventuring and defacing orc anatomy. I fully believe she's capable of being a warrior, and would fit right in with your party, but I… I'd just hold you back. I have no skills in weaponry. I barely know which end of a sword to hold," Lisa snickered. Karen elbowed her turning bright red, but continued, "You need to take someone who will be an asset, who can fight. Just send me back. I don't want to be in the way."

"Leave her!" Boromir spoke up as he sprang out of his seat again. "Women are nothing but bad luck, and a hindrance besides. We have not the time to keep stopping for…female…things…" He seemed not to be able to explain what these female 'things' might entail, so his voice trailed off. Lisa rose from her seat slowly, her eyes shooting venomous daggers at him. Before she could come up with an answering insult, or possibly deck him, Legolas and Karen grabbed her arms, pulling her back down. Aragorn rose to lay a calming hand on the burly man's arm.

"Borormir, we must have patience. If Gandalf and Elrond believe them important enough to use ancient magic to pull them both from another world, we must trust their judgment. Besides, I sense hidden strength in Karen. She will soon prove herself. I am sure of it."

Karen looked up at Aragorn with a look of utter disbelief and hero worship on her face. She couldn't believe what he'd just said about her. Borormir sat back down, but it was evident he was still not convinced. "I will leave the decision to the Council, and abide by it." He said grudgingly. Aragorn returned to his seat.

Lisa stood up, her arms finally having been released, hands on her hips, towering over her friend, unleashing her wrath on her friend. "Karen, I'm getting tired of this routine. You're going. And if you don't stop putting yourself down, I'm going to kick YOUR ass." Everyone at the council silently watched the two now glaring at each other. Aragorn and Legolas had seen this behavior before. So they calmly watched as Karen stood defiantly. She refused to back down from her friend's forceful gaze even though the top of her head barely reached Lisa's chin. "Nuh uh!" she retorted.

"Uh huh!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Uh huh!"

Every head moved back and forth from Lisa to Karen, as if watching a tennis match. Identical puzzled, doubtful looks adorned all their faces. What were they getting themselves into here? These were the people to save Middle Earth?

"Fine!" Karen finally shouted. Muttering under her breath, "Stupid poo-poo head." Lisa slapped a hand over her mouth. She couldn't believe Karen had just called her that in the middle of the council hall, in front of all these dignified, important people. In front of ELROND. Her eyes slid to Elrond. Unfortunately, even though Karen had said it quietly, she forgot about the elves' keen sense of hearing. Elrond had his head cocked, a quizzical look painting his sharp features.

"Forgive me, but what exactly is a poo-poo-head?" His refined, formal speech and tone made the phrase sound almost poetic.

Karen turned scarlet, as did Lisa. They looked at each other. How exactly would they explain this one without sounding like utter morons?

"Shit..well..um..." Lisa stuttered, then clamped her mouth shut. She'd just said "shit!" Would they want that explained too? She looked at Karen pleadingly.

"Well, in our world, we tease each other with insults," Karen tried to explain, since she was the one who had said it. "They don't mean anything, and we're never sure exactly who was the first person to put that particular combination of words together, but...literally translated, it means..." she snickered, trying not to burst out laughing, "excrement head." Lisa completely lost it collapsing into her chair, beating her forehead against Legolas's shoulder, howling with laughter. Again, the Council looked on silently at these strange girls from another realm and their even stranger actions.

"And you want us to take these two with us!" Boromir said triumphantly, as if his earlier point had just been proven. The other members of the Council began murmuring to each other, perhaps discussing the wisdom of actually trusting the future of Middle Earth to these bizarre, giggling creatures. Legolas and Aragorn soon had them all glared into silence.

Elrond waited until it was quiet again, the girl's laughter had died away to muffled giggles.

"Yes, Boromir. I want these two along on the journey. There is strength in their hearts and courage in their bones, despite appearances at the moment. I believe perhaps the stress of the last few days may be getting to them, but I have spoken to them both, and they are wise beyond their years. In fact, they are much older in their world than they appear here. They are not mere girls, but women warriors. I must ask you all to treat them with dignity and respect."

Heads bowed; the members of the council were properly chastised. Karen and Lisa finally calmed down themselves, contrite, but still giggling a bit inside. Which showed on their faces. Legolas wore an amused expression; Aragorn, one tinged with regret and a little pain. Lisa glanced over at him, noticing the necklace he wore, and that there was a stone missing. Interesting. Wasn't that jewel made by elves? Their craftsmanship should have been better than that.

When things had settled a bit, they discussed more seriously exactly what would be involved in this journey. The dangers, the hardships, the sacrifices that would have to be made. Karen grew more nervous, but Lisa was practically bouncing in her seat. Elrond observed their behaviors, and after an hour, finally called a halt.

"I understand you've already agreed, but perhaps you should have the evening to think it over and talk things out." He was specifically addressing Lisa and Karen. "You must do what you feel is best for yourselves, but I must tell you that my vision included both of you, and I am afraid this mission will fail if either of you decides not to go."

"No pressure there," Karen muttered.

Elrond heard the comment, but chose to ignore it. "You can be fitted for traveling clothes, armed and get something to eat. We will meet back here at 10:00 tomorrow morning."

The group rose to go their separate ways. Legolas walked beside Lisa as she and Karen headed to the elven version of a quartermaster. "Lisa, would you join me for dinner? There is a bridge called Iaur Lantaraana. Right behind it is the Brilthor Annun – the most beautiful and the highest waterfall in Rivendell. Will you meet me there at twilight?"

"Of course." She smiled, touching his arm. "I can't wait."

"Nor can I. Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'."

He kissed her gently, but with the promise of more to come. He regretfully started down a different hallway. Lisa sighed turning to see that although Karen had gone ahead to give her and the elf some privacy, she had watched the entire conversation and was grinning like an idiot. Lisa stuck her tongue out. Karen returned the favor. Legolas, who had turned back for one last look at Lisa, witnessed this strange custom. He had to know what it meant. He came back,

"Why do you do that with your tongue? What purpose does it serve?"

"Oh, my tongue serves many purposes," Lisa said, running said tongue over her top lip, hoping for a reaction. She so wanted to attack him right here in the corridor. She saw an answering flicker of fire in his ice blue eyes.

"Perhaps it's a private joke?" he inquired dryly, teasing her in his own way.

"Not so private. I'll be glad to share it with you later."

He grinned, kissing her again before taking his leave. Gimli, who had just come upon them, rushed to catch up with Legolas's long strides, as he was already halfway along the corridor. "Legolas, a moment, please!" he called. "Those two are quite…spirited, are they not?" the dwarf said as he finally came alongside the elf.

"Yes," Legolas answered noncommittally, smiling slightly as he deliberately took longer strides so Gimli nearly had to jog to keep up.

"You seem taken with the tall one." Gimli seemed to by trying to get a rise out of the mysterious Prince of Mirkwood. "I wonder if she's as skilled as they say she is."

"I hope to find out."

"Seems a bit strange, though."

"What?" Legolas couldn't help himself. What was the dwarf blathering on about?

"That an elf should fall for a human. That would be like a dwarf falling for an elf!" Gimli chuckled. "Well, good luck with that! I am sure your father will be thrilled!" Legolas stopped short, mouth open, unable to think of a good retort, as the dwarf guffawed his way back to the dining hall.

"Hey, Lis, can I ask you a favor?" Karen asked quietly as they allowed themselves to be poked, prodded and measured up the wazoo.

"Of course." Lisa was a bit surprised at Karen's sudden shyness with her. This must be big. Normally, Karen just blurted out whatever.

"Can you teach me how to use a sword? I don't want to be just some helpless female on this trip. I want to prove Boromir wrong. And when or if we ever get home, I want to remember that I at least held my own. I still think this is all your story, but…I want to have a good part in it too."

"No problem. I just wish you could see how special you really are. I think you will, though. And when you're ready, honey, you're gonna shine."

They finished their fittings and were told their clothes, weapons and other sundries would be waiting for them back in their rooms. Gotta love elven magic.

CHAPTER SIX

Karen wandered down to the dining hall in the new blue dress one of the elves had made for her as a surprise. Aragorn looked up from the chess game he was playing with Boromir. His heart skipped a beat. There was something so vulnerable and innocent about her. So much so he felt an overwhelming desire to protect her from the evils of this world. Arwen evoked no such feeling. She could take care of herself. It was what had originally attracted him to her. He watched as Karen wandered out to the balcony. Where was she going? He rose to follow her. When he reached the archway leading outside, he stopped before stepping through. She was leaning against the railing. She seemed to glow, and for a brief moment, the sight of her filled him with an inexpressible longing…then he felt the familiar burning beneath the jewel he wore around his neck. A light began to shine out from it. So bright, he had to shield his eyes. No one else seemed to notice. He turned back and rejoined Boromir by the fire, studying the chess board as if he'd never left. Not remembering he had left at all.

Karen was waiting for Faramir. He'd said he wanted to dine with her. That he would find her. He must know by now the council was over for the day, so she figured the best place to meet him would be here. She'd gone out to the balcony, because that's where they had their most intimate moments last night. She wanted to replay them until he came to her.

She did not have long to wait. Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, and there he was. All tall, blond, rugged and yummy. He was carrying a picnic basket.

"I am so glad to see you. I could not stop thinking of you all day." He raised her hand to his lips to kiss it.

"Nor I you. What have you got there?"

"I thought we could find a private spot and have dinner under the stars."

"That sounds wonderful." She hooked her arm through his, feeling the muscles under the loose tunic he wore. OOOOHHHHH…she couldn't wait to have him for dessert.

Faramir led her along the winding paths of Rivendell. They passed a few elves who greeted them cheerfully before going on their way. Faramir seemed to be looking for something so Karen remained silent, enjoying the sights. They walked for a long while, Faramir glancing at her from time to time. Karen sensed his hesitance, taking it as she always did. She stopped,

"Faramir, if you would rather be elsewhere." His sad eyes met hers,

"No, it isn't that at all. I have been recalled by my father. I must leave on the morrow. I had hoped to stay for a while… so I could get to know you." Karen blushed, remembering her vow to take life by the horns,

"We do have this evening at least." She rose up on her tip-toes, pulling him down where her lips met his. He sighed, putting the basket down so he could hold her close as his tongue met hers. Karen felt the desire, churning in her belly. Even if it was only for one night, she needed to feel him.

They broke their kiss, Faramir stooped to pick the basket back up. He linked his fingers with hers and continued down the path. He turned into a secluded grotto, pausing as they passed through the gate to close it behind them. Karen walked forward, noting that what looked like a grotto was actually a gazebo, hidden amongst the greenery. Its wooden floor was strewn with cushions and rugs. A low table stood in the center. She looked up to see the roof was made of glass, the pinks and purples of the evening sky visible through it. She smiled, this was the perfect place for a quiet, intimate dinner for two. Faramir busied himself with setting the table, while Karen arranged the cushions so she could lean back and see the night sky.

They talked as they ate, Karen telling him more about the world she came from. Faramir was intelligent and quick, asking a myriad of questions about different things. Karen found herself wishing he really could have stayed longer. He was nice company. They shared a sweet and finally sat back, sipping the golden drink Karen favored.

"You know this drink is what gives the elves their stamina." Faramir said, watching Karen's enjoyment, "It's said that it will give strength to the weak, happiness to the depressed and endurance to the weary." Karen giggled,

"Really? I will ask for a generous supply of it." Faramir looked intently at her,

"Why would you need such a drink?" Karen blushed, but decided to be as honest as she possibly could,

"My sister and I have been brought here by Elrond and Gandalf. We were told this much when Aragorn and Legolas came to get us. We have been asked to join the Fellowship that will see to the destruction of the One Ring." Faramir moved around the table to sit next to her,

"But you are no warrior." It was a simple statement, not made out of spite, but it hit Karen in the stomach. She turned away from him,

"I know. Lisa is much more that sort than I. You have seen how she fits here in this place. I am just a wall flower." Faramir pulled her chin back so he could look into her eyes,

"You are no such thing. You are beautiful and intelligent. There are more paths than just that of the warrior." Karen smiled, tears welling in her eyes,

"Says a warrior." Faramir placed his goblet on the table, turned and taking hers, setting it aside as well.

"I may be a warrior, but I am also somewhat of a scholar. There are circumstances we cannot begin to explain when they begin. But after things play out to their conclusion, the explanation becomes clear. I think it will be the same with you. You may have been called here because you have insights no one else here has. There may be things you find within yourself that will surprise you." Karen tried to find some way to contradict him, yet she could find no counter his logic. She was distracted from this however, when Faramir leaned in,

"I, for one, am glad you have come to this place." His lips met hers, gently. A warm glow spread through her as his hand slid up her arm. She leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of being wanted. It had been so long since the fires of desire had been kindled within her. She wanted him, even if it was just for tonight. She lifted her hand to his cheek, feeling the soft stubble tickling her hand. Emboldened by her response, he pushed her back onto the cushions. His hand sliding down past the swell of her breast to knead her hip. She wanted him to touch her, yet his hands seemed to be going everywhere but where she wanted them to. She decided to move things along a little by sliding her hand down his chest toward his cock, which she could feel against her thigh, hard and long. It thrilled her a little that she could be so bold. Her questing fingers found it, stroking it gently through the fabric. This had the desired effect, he moaned softly, his hands finally moving up to her breasts. She pushed up into his hand as he teased her nipples through the fabric of her gown.

Reaching up she undid the clasp at his throat, opening his tunic to expose his throat. She flicked her tongue at the 'v' of the tunic, eliciting another soft moan from him.

He stoked the flame building within her slowly, his lips and hands caressing all of her as he, helped her remove her gown. She sighed as his hands found her skin, the roughness of the callouses raising gooseflesh wherever they travelled. "You are so beautiful, Lady." His voice was soft, thick with emotion, as he murmured against her neck. She shivered, deciding to let the Lady slide as it sounded more like an endearment than a title. She slid her hands up under his tunic, pushing it up until he chuckled and removed it and the shirt beneath it. His chest was broad, well-muscled, with only a light dusting of golden curls across it. She ran her hands over his chest, down his abdomen, her eyes meeting his as her fingers found the laces of his breeches. He lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue meeting hers as she untied them. Her hand slipped inside to stroke his cock as his hand slid down to her center, his finger pausing on her clit to rub gently. The orgasm was quick causing her to cry out. He then slid his finger inside her, feeling her clamp around it as her muscles quivered. Suddenly, she wanted him inside her more than anything. She pushed impatiently at his breeches, maneuvering them over his hips and down his thighs. He chuckled and kicked them off completely before settling between her legs. He looked into her eyes, "I cannot believe you want me." She saw in his eyes the doubt she usually felt. Reaching up, she pulled him closer, "I want this more than I could ever explain Faramir." He searched her face with those eyes for a long moment before capturing her mouth with his once again. He slid into her slick depths, eliciting a moan from her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper with her heels until he was buried deep within her. He began to move, sliding in and out of her as the fire built within them both. Somehow, Karen knew this would not be more than it was right that moment. He was too gentle to be a rough lover. Part of her wanted to show him the joy of rough sex, but the other part of her wanted to enjoy this for what it was. His hands roamed her body as they moved together, fanning the quiet flames that licked her. She let go of thought and flew up as he quickened his pace. She cried out again as she came, clenching around his shaft sending him over the edge into euphoria. He relaxed into her arms, breathing heavily. She stroked him, reveling in the pleasure still rippling through her.

He rolled to his side, gathering her to him so she could rest her head against him. They lay there for a long while cuddling, talking about the stars and inconsequential things. Karen enjoyed being in the arms of a man, but was glad he didn't profess love for her. She had worried he would something of the sort and she would have to either lie or break his heart.

Finally, they dressed and gathered the remnants of their dinner. He led her back to the balcony,

"I wish I could stay, for I would woo you." He said, bringing her hand to his lips. She smiled at him,

"I fear it is not meant to be any way you look at it. In a few days I will be gone from this place. On a journey, where you cannot follow. One that has no sure outcome." Faramir nodded,

"I am glad to have met you Lady Karen. God speed and I do hope to see you again someday." He kissed her softly, then turned to leave. She watched him go until he was out of sight. Then entered the hall with a light heart.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lisa checked her dress once more. The pale pink fabric was shot through with silver. It glimmered every time she moved. It clung to her form, yet swirled around her. She smiled to herself, hoping Legolas would like it. With soft slippers on her feet, her hair brushed out, loose, golden and gleaming, she hurried to meet her Elven prince. She stopped for a moment taking a deep breath. She was going to meet Legolas and have a quiet, romantic dinner…her face was radiant. She could barely contain her joy. No matter what else happened while she was here, she would have this moment.

Aliniel had told her the English names for the bridge and waterfall where Legolas had asked her to meet him. 'Bridge of the Setting Moon,' and 'Sunset Falls.' She found him there, waiting for her. There was a table at the far end of the bridge, just beneath an overhanging tree. You could see the waterfall through the leaves and the gentle rush of the water was a soothing, sweet background music.

"That color suits you. You look…enchanting." Reaching out he twined his finger around a long curl. "It's like liquid sunshine." He reluctantly turned away to pull out a chair for her. The table was spread with breads, fruits and cheeses, and a pitcher of cool, clear refreshing drink that was a specialty of the Elves of Rivendell.

"Elen sila lumen omentilmo." Lisa said, meeting Legolas's eyebrow with a mischievous grin.

"That was perfect." He smiled as he sat. He didn't seem surprised that she had learned something in his language so quickly. He poured some of the drink into a crystal goblet, then filled her plate with the choicest bits of fruit and cheese. Neither said anything, but there was a tension building, a longing that was almost tangible. If it didn't find a release soon, things were going to blow sky high.

"Legolas…"

"Lisa…" They stopped, smiling at each other. Looking deeply into each other's eyes, they could see there what had not been said. Legolas stood taking Lisa's hand. She rose to follow him to the nearby tree. There was a blanket spread out, where they sat down, with the stream rushing along next to them, whispering its secrets to the wind.

"I've wanted you from the moment I saw you, sitting by the fire in that cabin. You looked up, and smiled, the smile I had seen so many times in my dreams. I could see your soul. It drew me to you like a moth to a flame. I knew I had finally found the one person who could complete me. I did not care the reason we were there. I was going to bring you back with me, no matter what." Tears spilled from her eyes hearing these words. He reached out catching one of the tears on his fingertip. He brought it to his lips tasting it. "Sweeter than honey are the tears of my Elentari, my Star Queen." He murmured, then reaching out, pulled her to him.

He kissed her tenderly, delicately, as if she were so fragile she would break if handled too roughly. There was passion in the kiss, but also deep love that knew no bounds, no time. A breeze blew up around them with a great, contented sigh. Lisa's hair was lifted on that breeze. Wrapping around both of them, drawing them even closer together.

Gently breaking the kiss, Legolas said, "Close your eyes. Clear your mind. Breathe deeply." He was inside her, taking over her mind and heart, bringing her to a place that didn't exist on any map of Middle Earth. "Let yourself float up into the stars. Follow my voice. Find me, my love." His voice was low, rhythmic, hypnotic and erotic. She opened her mind's eye to find she was surrounded by the most luminescent stars, spread across the velvety black sky. She willed herself to move forward, flowing smoothly through space and time, keeping his voice in her heart, letting it lead her where it would. Soon, the air around her became lighter. She began to see shapes. She was coming to rest in a meadow of the most beautiful green grass, surrounded by lush, full elms and oaks. Ancient trees that seemed to stand watch over this magical place. Legolas's voice continued to call her to him, caressing her body as if it were a pair of hands – slowly and tenderly.

She shivered from nearly unimaginable pleasure. Goosebumps chased each other all over her body. She floated gently down into the meadow, the gentle breeze pillowing her, until she came to rest in a bed of flowers that were the most beautiful, sensuous color pink – a color that did not exist in nature, only here.

Legolas was beside her before she even thought to wonder where he was. "This place is called "Lon'dolen, Hidden Haven. No human has ever been here. It is sacred to the woodland elves. We only share it with our 'Soul-Bonds.'"

Lisa found herself naked, the warm wind playing with her hair, skating across her skin. The elf's cool blue gaze swept over her body, savoring every inch of her, stoking the fire building inside her.

"My Warrior Queen. I have never met a human like you. You are more like an elf. So strong, independent… mysterious. There are so many layers, I can't see or even sense them all. Every time I look into your eyes, I sink deeper and discover yet another level."

Lisa reached up to touch his face. There were so many things she wanted to say. She wanted to thank him for bringing her here. She wanted to tell him how incredible it was…but she didn't want to waste time with talk, so she simply slid her fingers around his neck, pulling him down to meet her kiss.

His tongue teased her lips, sweeter than Lothlorien's summer strawberries. At first he was tentative, and tender. However, Lisa had waited long enough to get hold of her elf. There would be time for romance later. Right now, she just wanted explosions and fireworks.

He laughed as she pushed him back, then straddled him, her hand sliding down to deftly unlace his breeches. Immediately her fingers encountered his rapidly stiffening member. Hmm… she thought briefly, it's true what they say about big hands…

He caressed her arms, but otherwise remained still, fascinated with her boldness. Elven women were not so forward. "A helta ar caita caimanna." She murmured into his pointed ear.

Legolas was too caught up in the moment to realize Lisa had just spoken to him in his own tongue… again. He pulled his tunic over his head while she yanked off his breeches. His long, lean, tanned body was perfect… magnificent. She almost came just looking at it, imagining the things they would do together. She leaned down again, nipping at his earlobe. Stroking his cock to full hardness.

Just before he was sure even he couldn't hold back any longer, he felt her velvet heat welcoming him. He didn't even need to move. Lisa was doing all the work. She slid up and down his shaft; her head thrown back. The line of her jaw somehow the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. As she rode him, he reached up to tease her hardened nipples. She covered his hands with hers.

Finally, he could no longer just be a bystander. He rolled her over with an easy grace, never losing contact. Covering her body with his, each curve and groove fit together perfectly. Their eyes locked, staying that way until Lisa began to see gold and silver orbs spinning in a nebulous cloud, surrounding them.

The wind in the haven picked up, shaking the leaves of the trees, like a thousand tiny bells. Faster and faster, they moved together, the orbs picking up their rhythm, until they reached a crescendo. Legolas gasped, burying his face in Lisa's shoulder. She clung to him, as if he would fly away. Her arms and legs pulling him closer still as she let go of everything else. Nothing else in the universe existed but the two of them. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on to the end of the world and back.

When Lisa finally was able to unclench her body and fall back, she felt as if she'd just run a marathon. She felt him twitch inside her. He was still hard! He moved slightly. "No! Please, I couldn't take it again right this second. I need a breather."

He chuckled. "Who would have thought humans had so little stamina?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?" She didn't wait for a reply, just flipped him back over, preparing ready for round two; their laughter echoing into the starry night. Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms, slowly faded back into the real world. To their blanket under the willow in Rivendell. "Amin mela lle, Elentari nin?"

Without even thinking about it, Lisa replied, "Amin mela lle, Legolas."

"Lisa… how did you?"

"Hmm?" she had no idea she'd spoken a different language.

Legolas decided to leave it be. Whatever was going on was something she was going to have to come to in her own time. "Nothing. Are you hungry, my love?"

"Starving!"

They returned to the waterfall, finally able to enjoy the meal. Their conversation was light, never touching on the quest that lay before them. They didn't want the darkness to intrude on them just yet. The night sky filled with stars as they sat talking. Finally, they rose, linking their fingers as they walked back. They went back to the main house, still holding hands as they walked through corridors gleaming an ethereal white in the moonlight.

When they reached the great hall, they discovered most of the population and all of the visitors gathered there. Lisa saw Karen, who had just said goodnight to Faramir, and was glowing. Lisa knew that glow. "I'll be right back." She whispered, kissing Legolas before scampering across the room.

Lisa went to Karen, while Legolas joined the group by the fire. Gimli and Boromir were playing chess tonight, while Aragon stood with his elbow propped on the mantle above the fireplace, smoking his long pipe, and surreptitiously stealing glances at Karen.

Lisa put her arm through Karen's steering her toward a quiet corner of the hall. "Oh. My. God, Kar…I've just had the most incredible experience! We went to another plane of existence. A hidden haven sacred to the woodland elves. I can't believe he shared it with me. And we made love… twice! And Kar… he said he loved me! But I think you had a little fun yourself, didn't you?"

Karen grinned, then they started jumping up and down, turning to bump their hips, wiggling their butts and singing "Two pigs fighting in a blanket, two pigs fighting in a blanket…" It was their private celebration dance…that was so not private anymore.

The entire hall had fallen silent except for the two friends' singing. Then there was good-natured laughter. The girls stopped, looking around. They had apparently become the night's entertainment. Gimli, Legolas and Boromir were still a bit stunned. Their expressions plainly said they wondered if the girls had taken leave of their senses.

"Humans. I'll never understand them." Gimli grunted, shaking his head as he turned back to the game, which he discovered he was losing. Karen and Lisa turned bright red. They ran, giggling, all the way back to their room.

Karen opened the door early the next morning. She and Lisa were on their way to get some breakfast then ready themselves for the final Council meeting. They had learned their lesson about leaving their room without making themselves presentable, but it was still a surprise to find Legolas in his "usual" spot across from their door, reading a book. It was as if he never slept, merely waited for his next glimpse of his beloved. The only difference this morning was Faramir was absent. Before he and Karen had joined the night before, he had apologized telling Karen he had to return home immediately. He had not wanted it to be a one-night stand, but…sometimes these things just happened. Karen was secretly glad. She liked Faramir. He was intelligent and fun to be around. but he was just too damned sensitive for her. She wanted a strong man, who would take care of her and protect her, and…manhandle her once in a while. A man who could keep her in line. It had been nice, though, for what it was. She felt like she was a desirable woman again thanks to him. She would forever love him for giving her that feeling again.

"Good morning, Legolas." Karen said a little too loudly, so Lisa, who was still inside, could make doubly sure she looked decent.

"Good morning, Karen. Sleep well?"

"Yes, after I got over making a fool of myself, thank you."

Legolas smiled. "You are never a fool, my lady. Perhaps a bit…impetuous, but that may yet be an asset. Do not be so hard on yourself." Then the elf looked past her. His whole face radiating happiness and love. Karen sighed. He must have just seen Lisa. How she wished a man would look at her with that same intense affection. Someday, maybe…

They walked to the hall together. Aragorn, Gimli, Boromir, Gandalf, and the hobbits were already there. Easy conversation flowed as they munched on eggs, fruit and nut porridge, and toast. Karen couldn't stop smiling as she looked up at Legolas and Lisa. They were so perfect together. Like matching book ends. She just wished she could do something to take away the strain etching itself into Aragorn's rugged features. She really didn't understand why someone with Arwen's capabilities would sit back and do nothing while everyone else was fighting for the freedom of Middle Earth. Furthermore, how could Aragorn be in love with someone like that?

It was still early morning when Elrond summoned them all to the Council once more. Lisa and Karen announced they would do whatever they could to help, and preparations were made for the Fellowship to leave that evening. Their packs were filled with the wonderful Elvish mixture that boosted one's energy better and quicker than a straight shot of caffeine. Of course, Lembas was carefully stowed away, as well as bedrolls and other personal items. Elrond made the friends gifts of knives in sheaths etched with elven runes of protection, which they could attach to their belts. Swords and shields in proportion to their sizes, from Elrodn's armory were given to all who needed them. Lisa chose to keep the knives in lieu of a sword. Legolas gave Lisa his spare bow, quiver, and filled her quiver with Rivendell arrows, promising to teach her how to make her own later. Just before they met up to leave, Lisa detuned Ithildin, stowing it carefully in its travelling case.

By dusk that cold Christmas day, they were ready to depart. They said goodbye to all their wonderful elven friends. Karen and Lisa equally shedding tears as they said goodbye. Everyone hoped they would see Rivendell once more, but all were more than a little afraid that they would not.

Just before they departed, Karen pulled Lisa aside. "I wanted to tell you Merry Christmas, and give you this." She handed Lisa a small velvet bag. Inside was a highly polished moonstone that glowed with a beautiful, secret inner light. "For luck, good fortune, and protection. I'm so glad we're here together."

"Thank you!" Lisa hugged her heart-sister. "I have something for you too." She handed Karen a small rectangular package wrapped in dark blue velvet. It was small book of Bilbo's stories. "I remembered how much you enjoyed listening to Bilbo's tales so I asked him if he could write some down so I could give them to you. He really went beyond what I asked, but it turned out beautifully. He even illustrated it."

"I love it! Thank you so much!" They hugged again.

"Why do you exchange gifts?" Gimli inquired.

"It's a tradition on this same day every year where we are from." They didn't elaborate. It would be too hard to explain about the whole Santa idea on the verge of a possibly life-ending, definitely perilous, quest.