Our escape plan was ruined. I had a fifty percent chance of it actually happening, but not like this. I didn't predict that kiss Ben gave me, Iven and his team finding out about us, me blacking out or dying, and Bella getting taken away. I feel comfortable right now though, like I'm on a bed made of soft grass. My bow is still around my shoulders and my quiver is next to my back. The smell is so different too, like flowers and grass. The air feels better to breathe in, if that's even possible. I still feel hot though, but a little bit better. I'm cooling down like hot biscuits when they get out of the oven. I've never even eaten a biscuit before, but the thought of it makes my stomach twist. The pain of my neck still marks the dart's hit. I feel a small bump that could be mistaken for a mosquito bite. It will heal in a couple of days.

"My Lady," I heard a faint sound whispering in my ear. It was soft and warming so I knew it wasn't Iven. If it was he would've woken me up by whipping me. It sounded like a man though, maybe it was Ben. Has he found me? Were Maia and Bella with him too? "My Lady," I hear him repeat to make my eyes flutter open. I still feel light-headed but my vision is starting to come back to me.

I turn to face Ben but it wasn't him. It was a young man with dark hair and grey eyes that made me think it was Ben twenty years older. To my disappointment, it wasn't. It was really a man that didn't look familiar to me. When I look around my surroundings, the forest is gone. It was replaced by what looked like a fresh meadow untouched by human disaster. Where am I? Where's the institute and Iven with his blood-thirsty pack?

When I stood up, I look to my left to see a nearby forest with large trees that reach the skies. It wasn't the forest I was in last night this one was more beautiful and outstanding to look at. Like natures greatest creations just paid off. To my right, I see the man look confused and behind him was more company, men and four children. One man had dirty blonde hair, the other was tall and had long platinum hair, and the last man was short with red hair all over his face. They all looked so different, clothing wise. Looking a little medieval. When I see the four children, I remember something. Something that made my heart tighten and turn my head towards the forest. I may still be hallucinating or not, but after I saw a wave of platinum blonde going through the trees, I know it's her. "BELLA!" I screamed so loud I startled the man who was knelt down next to me. I quickly got to my feet and grabbed my bow in my right hand to make my way towards the forest.

"My Lady!" the man called out to me but I kept going. "Don't go in there! You're trespassing into Lothlórien!" Lothlorhan, or whatever it's called, did not sound very familiar to me. His cries started to die out as I got further into the woods

'Astrid where are you?'

I stop in my tracks when I hear her voice. Looking around, I don't see her but she sounds close. I keep moving down the trail and try to listen for her again. Bella where are you?

'Astrid I'm scared.' Now I realize that she's speaking to me with her mind. So she's far ahead. 'It's the white wizard. He has me Astrid, he took me away. Help me!' I run even faster as I draw my first arrow to let it rest on my bow. So that's who the white figure was, it was that stupid wizard Bella dreamt about. If I see this white wizard, I was going to kill him for taking away my lily. 'Astrid please tell me you're close by!'

Bella I don't know where you are! I scream in my head and stop in my tracks again. I turn around to see if I could find anyone here. A little girl with a white wizard, but see nothing but trees. Her cries still haunt me and make me search harder. I look in the same spots to see that nothing has changed. My heat is rising again, I can feel it. My breathing is getting heavy from running so much, I forgot to breathe when I was running. My lungs feel tight and I feel as if I swallowed a bucket of cotton. 'Astrid!' Her screams are cut off when I turn to see an arrow pointing inches from my face. What the…?

"A woman alone wonders around these areas?" I hear another voice and look to see a handsome man with long blonde hair next to the other man that holds the arrow to my face. I also see three others who also drawn out their bows and aim to me as their target. "That's unbelievable to my eyes." His eyes scan me from my head to the shoes I wear with disgust. The man and the archers block my path which I don't approve of.

I lower my bow to show I'm no threat, "Please get out of my…" I'm cut off when I hear what sounds like a crowd of people coming towards us. When I turn my head, I see the company of men that I met in the meadow panting like they just sprinted a mile. The one with dark hair sees my presences and walks towards me. When we're about a foot apart, he puts his hand on my shoulder and pulls me behind his body to get me out of the blonde man's view. Then, he talks to the man softly in a different language. The man argues back in the same language and I'm left confused. The language sounded like hisses and left my ears confused. Am I in America or a different country? I back away from the arrow to my face as the other archers start to lower them. Then I hear her again and it sounds like she's crying.

'Astrid, he slapped me! My cheek…it's burning!' my eyes widen with surprise and I cut off the men who are the only ones talking.

"Please let me go!" I cry to the man that blocks my path to get the other's attention as well. "Let me pass!" I try to push the two archers away but they raise their bows again to back me away. I continue my cries not caring if I have everyone's eyes one me. "He has her! Please I must go and save my lily!" I'm starting to burn up faster as I feel sweat slipping down my neck.

I feel a hand grip on my right one and turn to see it was the dark headed man holding it. "Who must you save…?" he's cut off when he brings his hand away after he felt my heat. His eyes are written with shock and disbelief. I just gave away my power! He knows I'm a freak and he's going to tell someone! They're going to take me away again! I try to ignore my thoughts and continue.

"Please let me pass!" I scream at the blonde man again and notice something about his ears. The tips are pointed sharply like an elf. I noticed that the other archers have pointed ears too when I scanned my eyes at them, but cut off when I hear the man answer my request harshly.

"No one for whom you may know is here." He glares. "I suggest you leave you filthy human!" he spats at me. I'm angry now when I glare back at his face. How dare he not let me pass when I desperately need to? Then it's clear, the white wizard, elves, and Bella's dream about them. He's working for the white wizard and he doesn't want me to find Bella. They're going to hurt her, torture her, or even kill her! These elves must also be working for him as well. I'm no fool. I'm heating up faster every second now and I see steam coming from my wet clothes that touch my hot skin. I feel fire on my finger and look down to see small flames starting to form on my fingertips. This is new. I've never been able to do this before, but it feels good. The way the flames are starting to flicker on my skin and it doesn't give me that burning sensation. Maybe this is a new ability? If it is, I'm happy I'm not at the institute. I clench my hand so no one see's the growing flames and back away with small steps, everyone's eyes are glued to me, watching my every move. All four archers have their bows out again, I feel the suspicious look on the men and children's face behind my back, and the elf and dark haired man are just watching what I'm going to do. I see the elf speak in that language again and see one of the archers, with long black hair, aim his arrow towards my head. After I heard Bella's last cry I know I'm done.

'Astrid please, he's doing something! He's-' And I didn't hear her voice anymore. She's silent and out of my head. That silence, made me send a fist sized fireball to the archer's feet. It exploded in flame on the ground to startle him and the other archer next to him. He didn't shoot, which gave me the chance to send my arrow to the blonde elf's foot. It hit to make the elf shriek in pain and I ran forward to push him and the man out of my way. I saw him hit the ground back first and I printed down the path. I too also yelled in a shriek of pain when an arrow hit my shoulder blade. My running got slower as I pulled it out with my free hand and threw it to the dirt. I felt warm blood dripping out of my shoulder and panicked a little. I gripped my bow to ease the pain and to put pressure on something else. I couldn't hear if they were running after me because I went deaf in both my ears. Everything happened so fast and I couldn't put the pieces together. Elves, I just saw real elves. The ones Bella told me about in her dream. I didn't even know Earth had any. All I knew was that elves were bad news. They were the enemies.

The trees are nothing but green and gold blurs as I sprint faster. My shoulder blade is starting to throb and I need to stop and put pressure on the wound. I feel a small wind next to my cheek and when I look at a nearby tree, I see a fresh arrow vibrating in the brown bark. Looking back, I saw that it was two of the archers and that long platinum haired young man six yards away. I notice that the young man also has pointed ears and feared that he was also an elf. They're after me, I have to lose them.

My hearing comes back and I hear them talk in that language again, but it sounds threatening. Moving to the right, I go through a shrub that blinds me from the ground. Then one more step sends me down a small unexpected hill. Tripping down my back slides down the dirt and pushes me forward. Then I start to flip and roll down like a wooden barrel until I stop on my stomach, face first in the ground. I taste blood in my mouth and feel a cut on my lip. I'm swore and hurt. I try to move but I feel broken, physically and mentally.

Let the elves have me, let them kill me like the weak animal I am. I failed everyone. The children back at the institute, my two best friends, Bella, the little girl I promised to about not letting anything bad happen to us, and myself. I felt so pathetic and ashamed. I felt like a baby when the edge of my eye sight starts to blur with the tears forming inside. I never cry because I keep myself strong as a rock and my face emotionless so no one will be able to read me like a book. Right now, if you look at me, my face is covered in dirt, a small proportion of blood, and I have streams of tears running down from my eyes to the bottom of both my cheeks. I lay my head back down on the ground and close my eyes. I'm done.

'So fast to give up?' my eyes shot opened when I hear a feminine voice hissing in my head. It wasn't Bella, it was different. Someone I didn't know was in my mind. Someone I didn't know was talking to me. 'I expected more from the daughter of the man with the name Firehart.' It's my conscience making me feel even worse about myself. I didn't know what it meant by Firehart so I just listened more. I close my eyes again and just lay there to die. Where are the elves that can take me away? 'Sent them away child, they have no business killing you. Haldir is still bitter about your attack, but he will forgive you.' That was his name, Haldir. I didn't want to know that person's name, the one who's working with the white wizard. 'You're fooling yourself child. Haldir is the most trusted elf I've ever had. He has no business with Saruman the White and taking the little mind reading girl.' Then a bright light is shined in my face which alarms me. The light makes my eyes squint open and I expect my eyes to burn, but the light was actually very comfortable to look at. It didn't hurt it was just a relaxing sight. The light is then faded to a white figure and the figure turn into out to be a woman. A woman who wasn't beautiful or stunning. A woman who was marvelous…angelic…and breath-taking. She had beautiful, wavy blonde hair that reached down to her waist and dazzling blue eyes that made mine look ugly.

I started to uses my hands to push myself up from the ground, my eyes still on her with amazement. I have never seen someone so beautiful in my life. I always thought Maia was so beautiful, but this woman was gorgeous. She had a small smile on her face when she moved closer to me. She wore a beautiful white dress that floated behind her and I was surprised that it wasn't touched by dirt or dead leaves. I was now on my knees with my body up straight as she was three feet away from me. "You're kind with your words about my beauty." she says finally and I realize she was the voice in my head. Her voice is even beautiful in person. I don't speak and just listen to her as she continues. "We never expected you to come to Middle-Earth." She then starts to frown which gets me scared. "You bring in dark magic on my lands."

"Middle-Earth…?" I finally say, confused about what she's saying. And I bring dark magic on her lands? What dark magic unless she means my ability. Sure it's deadly, but I won't call it dark.

She grabs my arm with her soft hands, my heat seemed to have no effect on her touch, and puts that smile back on. I'm calm again as she helps me up to my feet. She's so much taller than me and I notice that she also has pointed ears, another elf!

"Don't be scared young one." She whispers to me. "All the truth will be revealed. But first, let us get you bathed."

~0~0~0~

The sun was still up as I look past some trees and my worries started to fade. I learn that the woman's name is Galadriel and she seemed to already know me. She brought me to a small pond, the water crystal blue with shrubs and bushes around it. The pond looked like it was glowing from underwater and I wanted to go dive inside to see what it was. This was supposed to be my bath. I never had a bath before. I remember having an extremely hot one on Testing Day, but for the most part I had to bath myself in a dirty shower that only gave five minutes of cold water for each taker.

Before we got here, Galadriel was explaining to me about what I needed to know. She read my mind so my answers were all clear, she reminded me of an older Bella. I'm not in my world anymore, I was dropped into another they call Middle-Earth. At first, I don't believe her until she tells me about the creatures that I would never see. The hobbits; people who look like children, the dwarves; short hairy men, her people the elves; the ones with pointed ears and magical powers, and human living in powerful kingdoms. It's impossible to take in, learning that I'm in another world that is far more different then my usual one, but looking at the beautiful elf woman and absorbing what she tells me about the other creatures that live here, I feel almost happy. I don't feel alone anymore. I don't feel like I'm the only person in the world who's different. The only person humans will fear forever. Here, no one is judged about looking or being the same thing. No one will fear you and I'm overjoyed that I got dropped down in a place so beautiful and balanced, a place where everyone is equal.

I drop down my bow and quiver on the ground and start to strip out of my clothes as I feel Galadriel's eyes watching me. I don't feel awkward about this. We're both women and I had to be seen naked a lot by most of the scientist whenever the children and I had Testing Day. She talks again as I bring out my braid and untangle it.

"Your friends are in Middle-Earth as well." I'm shocked about what she said as I turn my head to her. She paused but I want her to continue. My friends, does she mean Ben and Maia? "Not in these lands, but you will meet them again."

"When?" I ask her firmly. I remember the backpacks they both had with all the food that will fill their stomachs and the water that will keep them from being dehydrated. All I had was my weapon and nothing to fill my hunger. But I'm sure they'll be ok until I find them again.

Galadriel stands still as she answers my question. "Soon, young one." then she points her blue eyes towards the water and I follow their gaze. "Why not bath yourself first and then you'll be clean to hear about your answers."

I frown a little and try not to show stubbornness. I wanted to hear more, learn more, I feel as if a bath wasn't needed. It feels different to be naked outside, I feel exposed to the world. My shoulder blade throbs with pain as if it desperately wants to be touched by the water. I give up and walk over to the edge until my feet feel wet and warm.

The water feels magical as it tingles my entire body with comfort and warmth. My body isn't used to this kind of warmth after many years of being exposed to freezing rain. My arms and legs show goose bumps, my skin knows that this is a different temperature. My heat starts to lower down and my injured shoulder blade stopped throbbing. I dive in the water a couple times and stay there for a couple seconds until I have to rise again for more air. I feel my dirt and sweat disappearing from my face and neck. I never felt so clean in my life. When I look back at Galadriel she's holding a towel as watches me finish my wash up.

I emerge from the waters and gently take the towel from her to dry my body. The towel is soft like a real blanket I've never felt before. I touch my shoulder blade to feel that the wound as gotten small and it was now clean with no blood dripping out. As I wrap the towel around my body, I look down at my clothes and realize that they are still dirty and worn out. If only I can toss them in the waters, then I have fresh clothes to wear.

Galadriel gives me something though. It looks like long fabric with a cream colored of white and silver. When I retrieve it and look at it more carefully, I see it's really a dress. A beautiful dress, something my eyes never laid on before. I look at Galadriel and she just smiles at me. Maybe she read my thoughts and took my comment on the dress a compliment. Where did she get it anyway?

As I slip the dress on, I feel the soft cotton and the long, wide sleeves hang down my arms like curtains. The skirt is flowing down my legs and reaches the ground. I'm afraid I'm going to get this dress dirty, it was too beautiful to even get a speck of dirt on it.

Before I can turn around to give a thank you to the beautiful woman, she goes behind me and touches my wet hair. I freeze right there as she starts to play with it by running her ringers down my dark brown strands. Then I feel her braiding it and I just stand there while she does it. I didn't understand why, but she just was. Maybe it's an elf thing?

"Your little friend is not dead," she tells me softly. I'm still frozen and just listen to her. Does she mean Bella? Is Bella not dead? "She's held as a prisoner though in Isengard by Saruman the White. He used his magic to mute her from communicating with you. That's why you can't hear her anymore."

"Why does he want her?" I ask finally as she keeps braiding my hair. I was thrilled to hear that my baby wasn't dead, but being held as a prisoner is still not ok with me. Right now, I actually feel calm about this. Maybe it was the bath, how it soothed me and kept my heat down. I still feel worried, but not that much.

She speaks again, "He doesn't want her." She pauses but continues with the braid. "He wants you."

"Me?" I'm confused right now. Why does he want me? I remember last night when he went to me first as I laid on the floor hallucinating. I remember how he tried to touch me, but I burned him and he took Bella instead. Then it's all clear. He's using Bella as bait to get me to where he is. He wants me for something but I don't know what it is. I believe it's my power, because I have nothing else special about me instead of that.

"You're very intelligent," Galadriel whispers to me, she read my mind. "You tend to think a lot and use your mind to solve your problems." I feel her smile as she continues. "Just like your father."

This gets my attention. My father, I never knew him but it seemed like she did. She knew who he was, she knew the man that created me, but how? "What do you know about my father?" I ask her, trying not to sound too desperate.

I hear her take a small breath in before she starts, "He was wise, brave, and smart, an excellent archer that never misses his target and a demigod who had the same power as you."

"Demigod?" I questioned her.

"It is legend that during the beginning of the Second Age, a tear from the sun dropped to Middle-Earth and created its first man with a heart made of fire. He loved the flames, the look of its embers, the feel of its heat, and the sound of it burning. But he was afraid that his love of fire would go too far in the future, so he distracted himself with archery. He journeyed to these lands and the elves taught him everything he had to know. They all admired him, how he learned so fast, his desperation to be in nature, and how he knew to never abuse his power." She took another breath in continued. She seemed to be upset about something, but this story was very interesting. My father sounded really amazing. If only I've met him then maybe things would've been different. "Then during the war against the elves and Sauron, one of our enemies, he joined the fight. It was courage that controlled his mind for he was blinded to see what he had done. Vamora, the demigod who controlled dark magic, had an alliance with Sauron who help him create the One Ring, a powerful ring that can rule over the Rings of Power.

"Your father killed Vamora but was a fool to not realize his power. Vamora's body disappeared, but his dark magic found its way to your father as a new host. The dark magic lives inside of him while Vamora's soul is left unknown. After the war, your father tried everything to get the dark magic out of his body. He used his heat to try and burn the darkness out of him, but the shadow was untouchable. Creatures longed for the dark magic but retrieving it meant killing your father, for as I was told, if he dies, then the magic will search for a new host to live on. He feared of a terrible future happening to Middle-Earth and asked for my assistance to send him to a world where no one will know his name.

"I sent him to the world you were raised on and he lived for years as an immortal demigod disguised as a human man. Then he fell in love when he met your mother and gave up his immortality. Your mother accepted your father's love. For a human, she knew about his power but looked past it. She never feared him, always trusted him, and I watched from my mirror happy for my friend. Your father wasn't alone anymore. They married and she became pregnant with you." I felt her energy dropping with depression when she was explaining my father's life in my world. So he lived in Middle-Earth, no wonder why I love it so much here. I'm sure he must've hated my world. And my mother, she was human, but I never met her before. Where is she now? "Your father died, but I'm blinded by how it happened. The flame in his heart was blown out as he left the world, and your mother was saddened forever and closed the whole world around her. Her beauty faded away as if she was also a candle starting to be blown out like her husband. Your father was my friend and to hear his death was dreadful. When I look at fire now, I see nothing but his face, his fresh and beautiful face."

I felt dead inside as I kept listening, absorbing every word she was saying to me. To hear about my father's death was unbelievable to my ears. I always felt as if he was still alive with my mother, crying their eyes out because their baby was taken away from them. If my father was still alive, would he have found a way to rescue me from my prison in the institute? Galadriel said that he was a demigod, someone who is so much powerful than a regular human. Does that mean I'm a demigod? Is my power a symbol of who my father was? My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Galadriel speak again I could feel that she was almost done with my hair.

"I watched as your mother gave birth to you from my mirror. She seemed weak as she was birthing you and I saw in the future that she to be dead during her child birth." I swallow hard when she tells me the last sentence. My mother is gone too? I have no parents? Everything was blank now, my head was starting to get lightheaded again like the hallucination. I wanted to cry right now, I felt so alone. My parents are both gone so I have no one to run too. I can't run in their arms when I meet them for the first time, I can't embrace them tightly like how most little children would, and I won't hear their voices, ever. I feel so dead inside that I had trouble breathing. I was thinking so much that breathing seemed to be drifting away from my mind.

"When you were born, it seemed as if the embers were burning again." I feel fogged by her words when she speaks again but try my best to keep my ears opened. "Your father gave you his eyes, the burning color of amber to show no weakness with a small dust of gold to reveal beauty. It was as if my friend was reborn again, the flame in your heart was starting to show." She finished my hair and spun my around gently to search my face with her eyes. "You look like him, act like him, I feel my friend is with me again." Then she bores into my eyes, I could almost feel it which sends tingles of fear running down my spine. "But when I look into your eyes, I see it. I see Vamora's dark magic inside you."

I hold my breath as I feel my body breakdown. I feel small and dead, I'm falling into a huge abyss as I imagine myself. To hear that the dark magic, a demigod's dark magic who's supposed to be really evil, is inside my body. I hold the dark magic inside me, but how?

"After your father's death, the shadow left your father to search for a new living host. It's unbelievable to learn that it chose the unborn child your mother had to bear. It found you, the child of its last host and hid itself inside your body for protection." She floats her hand to let it rest on my shoulder. She wanted my attention and she has it. "That's why you bring dark magic on these lands."

"I don't mean it though," I saw weakly as I try hard not to meet her eyes. She understands, I know she does just by looking at her face. She's trying to comfort me, but I don't know what I should be feeling.

"I know you don't child, you are still confused about who you are and what you are. When I look at you, I see your father again and how he feared for this shadow to cast inside him forever." I feel her hand lift off my shoulder and make its way to my cheek. Her hands are warm against them and I feel safe by her touch as I tilt my head a little to the side. "But you're strong and brave, smart, trusting, and kind. This dark magic should never be in you. It's the reason why Saruman the White wants you and he will do anything to rip it out."

"I won't let him then." I meekly say still feeling empty inside, "He wants something I have, but I also want something he has. Bella, and I'll do anything to get her back."

"I know you will, daughter of Firehart." She grins at me.

"Was that my father's name?" I ask and she nods.

"It was the title your father wanted everyone to know; Firehart, the Man with Fire."

The name, it sounded like it should be familiar to everyone's ears. It sounded like a name everyone should now when they say it. It sounded like a name everyone should fear. "I like it," I pull away and move to the pond to look at myself. Looking down, I'm breath-taken by how I look. The dress fits me like I was made for it, and the braid Galadriel did were two braids on the side of my head that come together in the back to make a braided bun. I looked wonderful, as if I was a princess. I never looked so beautiful in my entire life. If only my friends saw me. What would Bella and Maia think? Would they recognize me and be amazed? Would Ben think I was beautiful or even gorgeous in his eyes? I know I won't wear this dress forever, but it feels right to wear it now.

Then I look at my old clothes and bow that still lay on the floor. I look at my reflection and the word beautiful covers my mind. But I didn't recognize myself. I'm no longer Astrid when I wear this dress on. The clothing I ever worn were the ones that lay on the floor dirty and damp. I felt like the real Astrid were those clothes being watched by the princess.

"Come," Galadriel orders me. "It's getting dark and we must meet our guest." She turns back to me before she leaves as says, "The ones who will help you on your journey."

~0~0~0~

It's has been many hours since the fire girl's incident with the elves of Lórien and the sky turned darkness to show how it was now nighttime. As the fellowship got to the heart of Lothlórien from many hours of walking blindfolded, they soon came to a large staircase which Haldir stopped them at. From above, a radiant glow came from the top to reveal Celeborn and Galadriel hand in hand walking down the stairs towards the company.

"Here there are eight. Nine were to set out: so said the messages. But maybe there has been some change of council that we have not heard, Elrond is far away, and darkness gathers between us, and all this year the shadows have grown longer." Celeborn said.

"Nay," Galadriel began. "There was no change of council. Gandalf the Grey set out with the company, but did not pass the borders of this land. Now tell us where he is; for I much desire to speak with him again. But I cannot see him from afar, unless he comes within the fences of Lothlórien: a grey mist is about him, and the ways of his feet and mind are hidden from me."

Aragorn stepped forward to answer Galadriel's request, "Alas! Gandalf the Grey fell into shadow. He remained in Moria and did not escape."

Galadriel was saddened by the news and watched as the four hobbits bowed their heads with depression. She saw the one hobbit, Frodo who bears the One Ring, watch as he tried to hide his tears. She gave him a sharp look since he was the one who brought this evil magic to the lands. Now that Gandalf has gone, she knew what she had to do next.

'Come young one,' she used her power to send a message to Astrid. The young woman was not far as she made her appearance by entering. The fellowship and Haldir did not expect to see the fire woman again, but it seemed unbelievable to their eyes when they saw her beauty. Before, she was covered in dirt and dried up blood with her braid messy and drenched clothing. Now, she was beautiful with a white dress and a fresh new braided hair.

Galadriel stuck out her hand so Astrid could grab it when she walked up. Haldir ignored the fire woman's beauty and gave her an icy glare not forgiving the attack she did to his foot. Aragorn saw her eyes and was confused about the color, he never seen a woman with the color of amber. Looking past it, he also saw the discomfort in her eyes and how they seemed soulless. Her mouth was lightly opened but no words were spoken as she looked him and the others with curiosity and wonder. She also looked sick with a shade of green shadowing her face. She looked as if she wanted to run away from everything, curl herself up in a ball, and shut the world off.

"The young woman next to me is from a world not like our own," Galadriel introduced Astrid who stood still like a statue. "I wish you not to think of her as an enemy for she is confused and heart broken by the loss of her young friend." Astrid watch everyone absorb what Galadriel was saying and kept ignoring Haldir's glares that made her feel terrible. "Her name is Lady Astrid," the elf gave out her name, "The daughter of Firehart," Haldir's glares stopped when he heard that familiar name. Then Astrid wanted to breakdown and sprint away from all of this when she hear her new title. "The Girl with Fire."

*Author's Note-The end of chapter 2! Duh, duh, duuuuhh! I was actually having a hard time with this chapter because I wanted you all to like it and I didn't want it to sound boring. I tried very hard to make it sound entertaining and worth the wait. So anyway…

Vamora-A fictional character made by angelamber herself who will make a huge appearance in much later chapters. If you don't like him, then well…

Ok, so please review and tell me if you still want to read this story. I'm telling you now, it'll get much better soon. Trust me on this. And I forgot to mention in the first chapter, I do not own the Lord of the Rings trilogy, all the credit goes to Tolkien. Thanks again!