24, that's how old I am now, it's been 3 years since I killed Damian, since I married Legolas, since I moved to Mirkwood with him, after Aragorn's coronation and marriage to Arwen. Legolas's dad, Thranduil, seems to like me, he hasn't said otherwise, he's so polite, a little cold and almost identical to Legolas in looks. Legolas doesn't have any brothers or sister. Thranduil never remarried after the death of his wife.

I seem to be getting ahead of myself here, let me inform you of what has happened in the last three years. Most people would believe marrying the one you love and becoming a Princess would be a dream come true, but let me tell you, the only reason I'm still here is for my husband. I would go through any hell for him. I know what you're probably thinking; you are a Princess what is there to complain about? Well, I am a simple person, all I want is to settle down with my husband and live a quiet life, when I say quiet I mean as quiet as my life can be as an active Witch. I still go home every so often and every time I do my dad tells me to come home permanently, that he can tell I'm not happy. I am happy, when Legolas and I are together alone, it reminds me that my life is sweet. Anyway, you are probably wandering why does it suck so much? Well as said, I'm simple and laidback and not going to lie, I am not suited to be a Princess. I think Legolas was holding things back until after we got married so I wouldn't run for the hills, not that I would've but I can see why he would think that, I would think that. The first morning after we got married my own personal hell broke loose. I was lying in bed next to my new husband, naked. Obviously, it was the day after my damn wedding. I woke up and looked over at my husband, I love that word, and grin at his magnificent. The bedroom door bangs open and I swear I screamed. Doors don't bang open in my house unless there is running involved. Legolas must have been awoken by my scream because he sits up suddenly.

"Are you okay?" He asks concerned.

I don't even pay attention to him as maids file through the door. I stare open mouthed. "Can I help you?" I snap at them, pulling the blankets firmly around my body.

"We are here to help you get ready, Princess" One of the Elven maids states with a curtsey.

I smile awkwardly "That's okay, I can dress myself"

The maids look shocked "It is tradition my lady."

I look at Legolas and glare, he looks back at me sheepishly "Anything else slip your mind, darling?" I ask him, daring him to say yes.

He shrugs and slides out of the bed and gets dressed, himself might I add. Apparently it is only women who can't dress themselves. I later found out it is just royal women who do not dress themselves. So I am literally the only one in the whole Kingdom who doesn't dress herself! The being dressed thing I could get used to, and getting my hair done for me everyday was kind of nice. Then dinner hit. Now, my mother used to smack my elbows if I put them on the table and taught me how to use a knife and fork properly, I thought I was pretty classy, till tonight. I had this person behind me that every time I slouched my shoulder just a little I got pulled back so my back was flush against the seat. Every time I took a drink I would be told to hold the glass a certain way. Meat isn't a huge deal here, it's not proper to eat a delicious big ass steak apparently, and I love my meat, I need my meat. I literally need my meat, I'm anaemic without the iron in red meat I can get ill. A concern for my health is the only reason I get the meat I do get. I can't have a fun conversation at dinner either, it is all so formal, I have to change what I wear and have an appropriate conversations. It sucks! Back home I slouch, wipe my mouth on my sleeve, eat in jeans and on Christmas and Sundays, I pull out the sweat pants! My family laugh and have all sorts of conversations at the dinner table, even the type of conversations that are not appropriate for the dinner table.

I thought wearing all of the pretty dresses I saw Arwen in would be fun, but every damn day! Come on! Sometimes a girl just want to put on leggings and a long baggy top, especially when you're ill or just want to be lazy, but nope not here! I could be on my damn death bed and I would still be dressed to the nines! I have to be perfect! Present myself perfectly, walk a certain way, speak a certain way, in public I even have to interact with my husband in a certain way, no random kisses or holding hands the way I want, no long romantic walks whenever we want or anything like that...

I went home for the first time in a couple of months and my family was genuinely worried about my behaviour, the way I walked, which my mother didn't mind she's always been bugging me to walk straight, the way I spoke bugged the hell out of my dad, they way I ate annoyed my sisters, the way I acted pissed off my brother. My family hated what I became. So every time I go home I change my personality and when I go back to my husband I change again. It is driving me mad! But, big but, when the day finishes and I'm out of the public eye, I get to spend my time with Legolas, doing whatever we want! Sex, eat what I want, more sex. It makes everything else worth while. However, Legolas is starting to get worried about me. He catches me doing something in private that I would do in public. So he started to break the rules slightly, grabbing me when he isn't supposed to, taking me out of the city and going for walks in the forest. He is trying, I know he is.

There was this one day, I could not handle it anymore and I tried to leave. I start packing and I am about to call for my brother when Legolas walks in and catches me.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

The tears burst from my eyes and I fall to the floor "I can't handle it anymore! I'm not a Princess! I'm not cut out for this!"

He kneels down beside me slowly and lifts my face to look at his "I'm sorry" he states then wraps me into a hug.

My arms lay limp at my sides as the tears keep flowing. Legolas pulls away when I don't return his embrace and stares at my tear stained face and I can see the pure fear and anxiety in his. That makes all my ambition collapse. I can't leave him, ever! I wrap my arms around his neck slowly and pull him in for a kiss. I can feel him relax and he gets enthusiastic and yes we had sex. That seemed to be what I did when I got stressed and it has become a really dirty habit. I get stressed a lot!

Anyway, that brings us to today. Three years has past and I'm getting used to all of this. Things do not bother me as much as they used too. I'm becoming more regal, I guess you can say. Thranduil tells me that three years was an insanely small amount of time and my progress is outstanding but Legolas tells me that I should never loose that personality he fell in love with… give me a god damn break!

Thranduil calls me to his study this morning. I kiss Legolas before heading to it. I walk in and find Louis, my 35 year old brother, standing there with Thranduil.

"Hello, brother!" I exclaim pulling my big brother in a hug.

"Jen, we have something we wish to discuss" Louis states as he pats me awkwardly on the back.

I pull away and sit on a chair in front of Thranduil's desk.

"Discuss what?" I ask looking between the two males.

"You are aware of the events that took place before Master Baggins' quest with the ring?" Thranduil asks.

"Yes, Bilbo's adventure with the Dwarves to the lonely mountain. I'm afraid that's all I know." I reply, I never did get around to reading the Hobbit and I was zapped out here before I could see the movie.

"Exactly, we have another demon problem" states Louis

I snap my head to him "it's not Damian is it? God I swear I've killed him twice now the guy needs to know when to quit!"

"No it's not Damian, it's one of the new source's high levellers. They want to make sure you don't come here, they didn't take the death of Damian too well. Since he was the source" Louis explains.

"Then why go so far back I wasn't even there during those events, Why not just try and kill me"

"To get rid of Bilbo and either stop him getting the ring or to kill him and take the ring from him. By doing that, Frodo won't possess the ring, Gollum would be captured by the opposition and Sauron will win and you will disappear. They know if they go straight to you they will be defeated, you have a lot of protection that they can't penetrate. They have to go through a lot of powerful people just to get to you. Do you understand how important it is to ensure Bilbo's safety?"

I nod slowly processing that information. "So what are you going to do?"

Louis smirks "I'm not doing anything, you are. You are going back to keep Bilbo safe, you're the only one with the patience to do so"

"Okay, Let me go get ready" I state before heading out of the room.

I rush to my bedroom and get changed into my clothes from home, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, an off shoulder, dark grey t-shirt, black, knee length boots and a black jacket. I take the circlet and the pins out my long, curly, dark brown hair and let it sit how it wants.

I pull out my old backpack, that still has some stuff in it, and start throwing in spare clothes and some toiletries. "What are you doing?"

I spin around and see Legolas standing in the door way looking at me confused.

"Oh, honey! I'm sorry I was going to tell you before I left" I stutter.

"Leaving? Leaving where?" He asks with a frown.

I sigh "Sweetie, sit" I state patting the bed as I sit down.

He sits next to me trying to look calm but failing miserably.

I laugh slightly "Honey, I'm not leaving you, relax. I love you." He relaxes slightly. "Legolas, another demon has turned up but back before the ring was found. It has appeared around the time Bilbo finds the ring. I have to stop the demon from killing Bilbo, 1 because I would be very upset and 2 Sauron will win and 3 I will disappear and you will never know I exist"

Legolas nods, surprisingly unsurprised by what I just said, and he pulls me into a tight hug. "I'll go with you"

I pull back slightly "You can't! You're part of that time, the present you can't go there or you will break a hole in the universe"

He sighs and pulls me back in for a hug "Be careful"

I kiss him deeply "I promise" I mutter against his mouth.

His arms tighten around my waist. He pulls away and holds my face in his hands and he stares intently at my face. I smile at him and ask "What are you doing?"

"Memorizing your face" He replies.

"My sisters and brother will be watching me, don't worry, I defeated Damian this one will be a lot easier"

He laughs and strokes my face "You barely came out of that alive"

"I still came out alive and he didn't" I kiss him again.

A knock on the door knocks Legolas and I out of our reverie "Jen time to go" Louis calls through the door.

Legolas kisses me one more time before saying "Jennifer, Be careful"

I grab his hand, tears prickling my eyes "I promise"

Then he leans towards my ear and whispers "Please don't think any less of me"

I look up at him confused then nod slightly.

I grab my bag and run from the room and turn to face my brother and say "Make sure I come home alive Louis"

He smiles before hugging me "Of course little sister, time to go, Gandalf will be waiting for you at the other side, ready?"

I nod. He throws the potion at my feet.