Hey! OK, so this is my third fanfiction. First LOR one, but still 3rd. I love LOR so much! GAH! The title needs a little help, so if you have any ideas, I am so open! LOVE! ~Kim

Chapter one:

"Gandalf!" I shouted from my balcony. He was still miles away, but thanks to my keen eyes I could see him. I ran down my stairs and waited for his arrival in the courtyard. I huffed in annoyance for I knew that he was walking slowly on purpose if only to annoy me. Well, it was working. Finally, after waiting a few more insufferable moments, I gave up and ran to him.

As soon as I jumped into his arms, he laughed at me and set me back on the ground. "Never were you the patient type. Oh but it does my heart well to see your shining face again, dear Aredhel." He patted my head and ruffled my long bleach-blonde hair.

"Oh stop, you'll mess it up!" I tease.

Gandalf laughed at me. "You and I both know you are not that type." I rolled my eyes at his words, however true they may be. "Where is your father? I need to speak with him."

I huffed. "He's where he always is; the study. I do hope you will tell me some of your adventures when you are done talking to him!"

"I will, I will. Patience." He laughed and set off to the study.

An hour had gone by without Gandalf being in the study with my father. I was so bored. I just wanted to get out of here and go on adventures. I would even settle for the next town over! I had never set foot out of my home; father's rules. All of the help knows that I had grown tired of this insufferable place. I long for adventure and new friends.

"Aredhel," I turned around at the sound of my name. Gandalf and my father were walking over to me. I stood and bowed my head at my father.

"Yes, father?" I asked politely.

"Gandalf is on his way to the Shire. I know you have read about that and hobbits. It has come to my understanding that Gandalf wishes for a traveling companion. As much as I hate it, I have decided to let you go with him." Father said bitterly.

My eyes widened at his words. "Really?" I manage to whisper.

"Yes, you leave within the hour." With this, my father turned and left.

Gandalf cleared his throat and I turned to look at him. "Thank you!" I all but shouted, throwing myself at him in a hug.

He laughed heartily at my attitude. "You are more than welcome. I trust you know how to fight?"

"Fight? Of course I do! I can fight best with a sword, but I would survive with a bow if need be." I bragged.

"Good." He chuckled.

~~~~~on the road~~~~~~

"I'm bored." I stated for the third time in an hour.

"Well it's a good thing we're almost there then." Gandalf said annoyed.

"Really? Oh I can't wait! When will we be there?"

As if to answer my question, I heard little footsteps. Turning my attention to that direction, I felt Gandalf stop the wagon in the meantime, I saw a small person running towards us. I immediately recognized him as a hobbit. He stood straight when he was not too far away.

"You're late." He said, fighting a grin.

Gandalf kept his gaze on the road for a moment longer then turned to him. "A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely on time." He said. There was a moment of silence between the two, and I had no idea whether they were enemies, or friends. But I was answered by their laughter. I looked curiously at them while they continued to laugh.

"It's wonderful to see you, Gandalf." Frodo said, leaping into Gandalf's open arms. He laughed, much as he had done when my behavior was very similar.

"Frodo, this is Aredhel of Dorthonion. She is riding with me so that she can get some more knowledge of Middle Earth. I trust you can show her around?" Gandalf smirked at my excited expression.

"Of course, Gandalf. Come on then, I'm sure you will want to meet Sam." Frodo said to me. He held out his hand once we had stopped again, I took it and we both jumped off the wagon.

"Goodbye, Gandalf, I am sure I shall see you later. You mustn't leave without me after all." I stated. He laughed at me and led the wagon on again.

"Come on, Aredhel. Sam must be around here somewhere, and I'm sure he would love to meet an elf!"

And so, just as Frodo had told me, Sam was more than eager to meet me. As soon as we were a few yards away from, whom I presumed to be Sam, he looked up at me and his eyes grew as wide as saucers.

"Sam, this is Aredhel. She's an elf from Dorthonion." Frodo introduced.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sam." I said grinning and holding out my hand for him to shake.

He merely looked at me for another few seconds before recovering himself. "It certainly is, milady!" he vigorously shook my hand.

I laughed at him and smiled more. "It's just Aredhel, please no formalities. And don't mind my asking, but could you please let go of my hand, I think it may fall off…" I laughed as he turned red and had a sheepish look about him.

"Sorry." He muttered.

Frodo was laughing with me and soon Sam was too. I immediately decided that these two were to be my new best friends, well, actually my only best friends; but friends nonetheless.

Hours passed by of Sam and Frodo showing me around the Shire. I couldn't stop staring in awe… until I tripped over something and had nothing to look at except the grass.

"Oops…" I mumbled into the ground. I heard two new voices laughing. Frodo was laughing as well, but Sam was trying to help me up. "Thanks, Sam."

"Well lookey here. Is she an elf?" I heard someone whisper.

"I believe so, Pippin. But what's an elf doing in the Shire?" another answered.

"I don't know, Merry." 'Pippin shrugged.

"I can hear you. You might as well show yourselves and ask those questions." I stated with a smirk. I heard fumbling and then two hobbits appeared before me.

"Are you an elf?" one asked, I dubbed him Merry.

"Yes." I answered while tucking some hair behind my ear.

"What're you doin here in the Shire? I'm sure there are more interesting things and places." Pippen added.

"I ride with Gandalf. He promised me adventure, and anything outside of my home is one I assure you." I smiled at them.

"Wow, so where are you from?" Pippin asked.

"I highly doubt you've heard of it, no one has, Dorthonion. It's a small kingdom in the woods. Though I am a woodland elf, I have never met any others." I smirked.

"That's so cool!" Merry exclaimed.

~~~~later that evening~~~~~~

Everyone was staring in shock at where Bilbo Baggins had just been. I, however, had seen him slip something out of his pocket. Could it have been… no, that was impossible.

Oh, you want to know about the fireworks? Yeah… apparently Gandalf thought I, of all people, was part of the dragon firework going off… so here I was… cleaning dishes with Merry and Pippen. Oh they were so going to pay. I glared at a dish before walking off to follow Gandalf. He was following Bilbo, so I assumed they were going to talk about what had just happened. As quietly as possible, which is very quiet for an elf, I followed behind the grey wizard.

I nearly tripped at one point when I bumped into someone. It was Pippen… he was probably mad at me for sneaking off…

"Hehe… hi, Pip. Whatcha doing out here?" I asked sheepishly.

He frowned. "Well I could ask you the same question. Come one, Merry and I have almost finished, there isn't much more." He sighed and led me back into the cleaning station. As soon as we were done, I bolted from the spot and right into Gandalf. What's with me and running into people… heh, not very elf-like of me.

He looked at me and smiled. "Well where are you going in such a rush?" he chuckled.

I rubbed my head. "Oh… I was actually looking for you. Where did Bilbo go?" I asked as casually as I could.

Gandalf frowned. "He left. You shall see him again one day, I'm sure. But where he went, I'm afraid I cannot say." He seemed to want to say more, but something changed in his eyes. "I must go. I will return. Frodo says you may stay with him at Baggend."

I opened my mouth to protest, but he quickly walked away and left in his wagon. I frowned and sighed. I would be stuck here in the Shire for who knows how long…