I really wanted to do Thranduil story so bad, and I've been reading them like crazy. lol So here's mine, yes I know I went with the overly used 'transported to Tolkien land' plot, but I promise, it'll be good! :) And I'll have the next chapter up real soon. Also the sindarian I used is a bit rough, and I tried the best I could, with the dictionary and a phrase site I found so if it's off and you can tell the difference, I apologize, don't shoot me!

1. "Beyond water and time come little one."

2. "Worry not little one your destiny waits."

"Sweetie, will you hand me my yarn?" A sweet voice called out through a small room.

"Of course, Mrs. Hemming."

Another voice replied from within the bathroom, a sprite young girl of twenty-seven with black hair came out and went to a desk where Mrs. Hemming's Knitting supplies was usually kept. "How have you been, Mrs. Hemming? Did your children come to visit yet?" The nurse asked happily.

"Oh, you know them, Sarah, they have their own lives. They don't have time for a old woman like me." The older woman let out a weak laugh. Sarah Jenkins looked at her sadly, Mrs. Hemming turning back to the TV as if it didn't bother her at all, but she knew it did. No one wants to be forgotten, and it broke her heart to see so many people being put here to be left behind. Granted not all cases are like Mrs. Hemming, there are many families who do come to West Lake Paradise to visit the elderly or the disabled. But even one was too many for Sarah's liking, but there wasn't much she could do but to make sure people like Mrs. Hemming were comfortable, and she tried to keep them company as much as she could.

"Here you go. Are you still working on that scarf for you Niece? Last time I saw, it looked like it was coming along quite nicely." Sarah smiled encouragingly.

"Oh yes, it's almost finished, I think she'll like it."

"I'm am sure she will, Mrs. Hemming..." Sarah put her hand on the woman's shaking one as she started her knitting. " I have to leave for the day but I will see you tomorrow though, alright?" She tried to smile, she felt like a mother for some of these patients, always watching over them and making sure they weren't lonely. Mrs. Hemming looked up at her brightly, the old woman was fond of Sarah, and she her.

"I wish you would go out and have fun, you don't need to dragged down with us all. Our time will come soon, and that will be that, but you my dear girl, you have so much more to look forward to than coming here and watching me and the others age in this place. You still have yet to find a nice young man to share your life with. Go now, go on and get a date tonight, I'm sure there's a man waiting for you, you just need to look dearie." Sarah's eyes began to water, she forced herself not to shed them, the woman was so kind and Sarah knew she wouldn't have judged the nurse for her tears, but she was raised never to show weakness at the times she felt the most vulnerable.

Sarah cleared her throat and put on a brave face, "Well, I've never had the best of luck with guys. And I'm starting to feel that maybe it's best that way. Besides, my schedule is too busy for them... I'm fine the way things are, and I love working here, seeing you and everyone else makes me happy. I'll be ok, so don't worry." She did all she could to keep the truth from being told, that actually, she was quite lonely...

"I see. Well then, dearie, I'll let you get on your way, be safe though alright?"

Sarah nodded and told her she would be and bid her goodnight. The sky was painted red on the horizon as the sun was setting by time she got outside, as she made her way towards the parking lot, she stopped by the main fountain in front of the nursing home. Sarah then started to fish around inside her purse for a quarter, once found she closed her eyes and then flicked it into the pool. It was sort of her tradition, every Friday at the end of her shift she would wish for someone to come into her life and sweep her off her feet and could make her happy. At first she thought it was rather silly and a waste of money, but one of her patients had too mention to her she needed more of a social life and perhaps more of a love life. It was Mary the lady who had the room next to Mrs. Hemming who told her that she needed to make a wish on the fountain. She said it didn't matter when or how often, but to do it just when ever she thought of it and it would bring her happiness. She took her advice with a grain of salt considering this wasn't the first time Mary had told her odd and far-fetched stories, but on her way out that night she humored the woman and tossed a coin in, and ever since it had became her tradition. Sarah finally made it to her gray, rundown Ford Focus, it had seen better years, but it still was a good car even with all it's dings and dents. It was the middle of November in a small rural town about an hour outside of Chicago, and the days were getting shorter and the warmth fading more and more with it.

Sarah closed the door and the first thing she did was blast the heat, albeit it came out in freezing cold air. "Dang it's cold!" Her teeth chattered as she pressed the gas pump a few times to try and get the car to warm up faster. As she waited, she went to her CD case flipping through it to find some good road music. Ingrid Michaelson, hmm nah. Regina Spektor? Maybe... Yoshida Brothers was always a got the blood pumping, but she didn't feel it today. Miyavi; not this time. Flipping through a few more pages and she finally settled on Michael Buble and played Lost. His deep soothing voice filled the car, and the engine was warm enough that the air was no longer arctic. Life was good again. "Alright, girl, lets get home." Sarah patted the dashboard as if to tell her Ford, 'good job' and headed out on her way.

As she drove, she would glance every once in a while at the Autumn trees while Buble sung his love to her, it all felt surreal, and sad. The nurse sighed and looked her radio longingly when she came to a stoplight.

"Without you, Michael, I don't think I would experience anything romantic." She chuckled under hear breath.

The sun was gone at this point and the sky had became dark, and when she got home and pulled her car into the apartment parking lot, the moon was big and bright. Sarah punched in her door code and climbed 4 flights of stairs, she was lucky she had a place relatively close to the first floor, Sarah didn't think she would have made it if it was on the 12th floor. She had a fear of elevators...

Sarah walked into her apartment and put her coat on the hanger by the door and ran her fingers through her long dark hair, she went and checked her messages, there was nothing of course. Her mother and father and died 4 years ago, she died of sickness, and he followed shortly. They couldn't figure out what caused his death, he didn't take any medication or drugs, and he was fine before but she knew it was because of a broken heart. So after that she didn't really have much contact with the outside world. Before when they were still alive they would call her and ask how she was doing, send her gifts, and would remind her her favorite television show was on that night. She moved out when she turned twenty-one, after she got her nursing degree and that's when she found her job at the nursing home and one month later her apartment at Spring Hills.

"Ahg, I need a bath, yea that sounds amazing right now..." She whined tiredly as she opened the door to the bathroom and flicked the light switch on, and turned the tube nob all the way the the left and started to undress.

As she waited for the bathtub to fill up she looked in the mirror and with OCD that would make a perfectionist cry, she began to critique her features; while picking of any dead skin she saw, she would put cream on any acne she saw on her neck, and cleanse her face with facial cream. Sarah didn't see herself and anything special, far from it actually, she would get recurring acne on her neck, her cheeks looked as if she had pink blush on 24/7, but everywhere else she was as pale as a vampire. She didn't like resorting to make up, it was more of a hassle to her, but on some occasions it was necessary. Even her honey-chestnut eyes seemed like a let down. When she was younger she had always wished she had bright blue eyes, and always envied others who did. She loved bright vibrant colors, they stood out and shouted out that they were beautiful.

"Maybe that's why all my features are dark." Sarah said bitterly.

As she turned to turn off the water, a chill went through her whole body. She stopped in mid stride confused and suddenly paranoid. "Did I leave a window open somewhere?"

"Thar alu ar' coiasira tol ai er."

Sarah whipped her head around and slowly did a full circle, "what was that?" She felt lips touch the shell of her ear and could have sworn she heard a woman's voice, so soft and gently, like breeze. It sent shivers down her neck as she looked around violently for any sign of another person or of anything out of place.

"Well that was unpleasant, I hope I'm not going crazy..." Sarah let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and shook her head and got into the warm tube, she sat back and sighed as the water helped relieve her of the stress of her day.

"This is amazing, ahh..."

She breathed in deeply letting the moister enter her lungs, and sooth her senses as she stared blankly at the tiled ceiling. She sat there with nothing but silence as her company, making her thoughts louder than normal, wonder even more, and think about things she really didn't want to think about. Sarah thought there had to be more to life than her tiny apartment and her job that took most of her time, she was always encouraged to do things go out into the Night Life, but she didn't have any friends to do that, and she was too much of a recluse to do it herself, she would have no idea where to even start. She wanted more out of life, and yet she wasn't even willing to try and find that 'more'.

I'm such a contradiction...

Sarah sank deeper into the water where her nose was just above the surface. Here eyes became dull and resentful as she blankly stared at the faucet and her toes wiggled above the water's surface. The water became calm with no disturbance as she laid there completely still, as if a lifeless body was just placed there. Until she felt a sudden pull, in a alertness she jerked her face back up out of the water and gripping the sides of the tub tightly and eyes searching the water violently. It left as suddenly as it had came, and then it happened again, only this time it had managed to pull her completely under. Her hands and legs lashed out everywhere in utter fear, she tried lift herself back up but some invisible force kept her down, every time she tried to lift her head up, the force became stronger and stronger, leaver less room to move.

What is happening?! I'm going to drowned!

Fear gripped her as she closed her eyes and her lungs began to burn, her muscles started to become weak and let go and her sight began to blur, and then, darkness.

"Gorga il ai er lle maranwe maranwe dartha."