A/N: Chapter one has arrived! This chapter was so easy to write, I was surprised.

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Amaryllis' first thoughts on Rivendell was that it was too much. It was beautiful, she couldn't deny that, but it was just so over the top that she couldn't help laughing. The sun hit it just right when it rose and set, casting its rays over the waterfall creating rainbow effects. At night the moon cast its ethereal gaze upon the place and mixed in with the glow of candle light. She could safely say Rivendell was spooky in that it was just too perfect. The elves were a whole new thing entirely, they were graceful, beautiful, strong, and intelligent and they looked down on her. Though they never said anything their disapproval and superiority complex was clear in their gaze. She was everything they weren't. When she walked her footsteps echoed, when she talked it wasn't the musical language of their people, she complained at having to wear the dresses, she was clumsy and rash. Mandos had called her the representation of what is good and pure, if that was true, then elves where the representation of what humans would be like without flaws and with pointy ears. Still, they treated her with respect because she was the Champion of the Valar. Though it wasn't the hero worship being the girl-who-live brought her, it still annoyed her that she was referred to by yet another title.

When she had first woken up in the room she had thought, for only a brief moment, that she was in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. But then clarity came to her and she remembered her conversation with Mandos. Her room was what every little girl imagines a princess' room to look like. Large comfy bed with fluffy feathered pillows. A large alcove that led onto the balcony which overlooked the courtyard. Ivy growing up the sides. A wooden vanity complete with intricate wood carvings. It was simple in an overly elegant way. Then she had been introduced to Lord Elrond, he was serious and calm which Amaryllis could appreciate. He was a strong leader and she respected him immediately. He told her she was free to do as she pleased and it would be a short while until events began to happen. His daughter, Arwen, came to her the following day and appointed herself the tour guide. Amaryllis liked the beautiful elf, she was kind, smart and funny and altogether reminded her of Hermione. She had a beauty any woman would envy but Amaryllis didn't let that affect their relationship, she wasn't vain enough to resent Arwen for her looks. They grew close as the weeks passed.

Amaryllis found comfort in the stables, horses were horses no matter where you were, and she was comforted by the familiarity of them. Though she had no experience with them. She, like every little girl, secretly wanted one. At first those who tended the horses were weary of her, until they realised she only petted the horses and talked with them. They saw no harm in letting her continue this and so Amaryllis was free to come and go as she pleased.

The stables, as usual, smelt like fresh hay when she walked through the doors. The horses greeted her enthusiastically and received either an apple or a carrot as thanks. She spent an equal amount of time with each horse, not finding it within herself to completely favour one to bestow more attention on. They were all beautiful and each one listened to rabble on with patient ears. But there was one in particular that she secretly liked the most. A white horse with bells attached to his mane, she didn't know his name just that the other elves feared him. Whenever they approached he tried to bite them, it was rather amusing to watch.

"So Tinkerbell," she said as she approached the white stallion, her nickname for him rolling fondly off her lips, "are you going to let me feed you today?" The relationship between the two was amusing. Some days the horse let her near him to feed him and pet him other times he played around with her. The horse snorted and shook his head slightly, "no?" she asked and horse did the same movement.

She grinned and held up a shiny red apple, "I guess I will have to eat this apple myself then. I was saving it for you specially but if you don't want it…" she trailed off and made to bite the apple but horse whinnied and stamped his hoof. "So you do want it?" she asked, this time the horse nodded and Amaryllis sighed before approaching, "you have to make up your mind Tinkerbell, it's not fair to tease me with the prospect of eating an apple. You know I love apples as much as you do." She held the apple flat in her hand and fed it to him, her free hand coming up to pet him gently.

"I don't believe I have ever seen anyone this close to Asfaloth, aside from myself of course," the voice startled her and she found herself cursing elves for their silent walking.

"So Asfaloth is your name?" the horse nodded and Amaryllis laughed, "I think Tinkerbell suits you better."

"I am unfamiliar with the meaning of that name," the blonde elf stepped up beside her, "I haven't had a chance to introduce myself. I am Glorfindel." She had heard many female elfs giggling, or what amounted to such, over this lord and looking at him she could see why. He was tall, handsome and strong, golden haired with mischievous eyes.

"Tinkerbell isn't a proper name, it's a character in a children's story in my world. She is a fairy, but when she talks it sounds like bells. I gave your horse the name because of the bells in his hair." She gave him a small embarrassed smile, no one was supposed to hear the nickname she had given the horse. "It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Amaryllis."

"Then Tinkerbell is an appropriate name, wouldn't you agree?" he asked the horse who nudged him hard with his nose. Glorfindel laughed and Amaryllis found herself in awe of the sound, she had never heard a laugh like that before. "It seems only you are allowed to refer to him as such. You should be honoured, I've never seen him interact with anyone quite like this before."

"Oh I am honoured, he's a beautiful horse and fun," she smiled, running her finger through Asfaloth's mane.

"Amaryllis," he whispered, startling her at the sound of her name, "it is an unusual name, though it almost has an Elvish ring to it. Does it mean anything?"

"My name comes from the Amaryllis flower, the women on my mother's side of the family seem to be named after flowers. My grandmother was called Rosemary, my aunt is called Petunia and my mother was called Lily." She smiled sadly at the mention of her mother, "all flowers have some symbolic meaning."

"And the symbolic meaning of your name?"

"Pride, determination and radiant beauty," she responded immediately, "My god-father told me my mum gave me that name because I was a beautiful baby."

"I don't know about when you were a baby, but from what I can see now your mother named you well." He gave her a small smirk.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you flattery gets you nowhere?" She laughed happily, her cheeks holding a small red tint.

"Perhaps, it is hard to remember every piece of information I am told." He was clearly amused, "I am very old."

"I think you would have gotten on very well with my dad," Amaryllis said suddenly, causing him to look at her. "I was told he liked to joke around with people and play pranks on them too. But when his friends or family were threatened he did everything he could to protect them. I think you're like that too."

"Your father sounds like an honourable man."

"He died trying to save the woman and child he loved," she looked down at the ground for a moment before looking back up, "nothing is more honourable that right? Though in the end my mum died too. They both protected me."

"Nothing is more important to a parent than their child," Glorfindel agreed, "I am sorry they died when you were so young."

"Its fine, I know they loved me and that is all that matters to me." She laughed suddenly and Glorfindel looked at her perplexed, "I'm sorry, it's just I normally talk about my life and stuff to the horses. The other elves are so standoffish with me, except Arwen, I guess your friendliness made me more talkative."

"I'm afraid my kin simply don't know how to take you. You are human yet you hold the power of the Istari and you are from another world. Sent here by the Valar no less."

"When you put it that way, it makes much more sense." Amaryllis smiled sheepishly.

"I am sure you will become more accustomed to living here as time progresses," he gave her a comforting smile, before motioning to Asfaloth. "I must take him away from you I fear, Lord Elrond requires me to search for the young hobbit you are tasked with looking after."

"What is a hobbit?" she asked confused.

"You will soon see," Glorfindel told her mysteriously, "the One Ring nears and your quest shall soon start. You should prepare yourself Amaryllis. I shall see you when I return and I am more than sure Asfaloth will enjoy your company."

"Right, prepare myself," though she wasn't entirely sure how to prepare herself, "goodbye, be safe on your journey." She called out as she left the stable.

"I will be fine," Glorfindel called after her.

"I was talking to Tinkerbell," she turned and gave him a cheeky grin before disappearing.

"What an interesting human she is," Glorfindel told his horse who nodded in agreement.

True to Glorfindel's word things began to change. He had been gone three days and Amaryllis found herself missing her playful jaunts with Asfaloth. But soon she was preoccupied with what was going on about her. People started arriving and she watched them all from her balcony, every couple of days brought someone new.

First to arrive was the dwarves astride ponies though Amaryllis likened them more to the goblins that ran Gringotts. They were gruff and stern at first when she first approached them, but after finding out she wasn't an elf and that she wasn't overly fond of them, they welcomed her warmly. She found them funny and enjoyed the stories they told. They were loud and crude and something in the way they interacted reminded her of the Weasley family.

Second to arrive was the elves from Mirkwood, they were more standoffish than the Rivendell elves. She avoided them whenever possible like she did all elves who weren't Arwen. In fact, Arwen was her main source of gossip on these elves. The Mirkwood prince was well sought after by female elves but he didn't pay much attention to them. Preferring instead to hone his battle skills. But Amaryllis was most intrigued by the apparent hatred between the Mirkwood elves and the dwarves. Arwen only had a few details on the matter and Amaryllis wasn't sure she entirely believed the dwarves' story on how things happened.

Third to arrive were humans, much to Amaryllis' delight. Though that delight soon turned sour when she realised how little they thought of her. Apparently Middle Earth had yet to experience gender equality. They looked at her like she was an object to be owned rather than a living, breathing human being. So instead of finding a connection to those of her own species she was left feeling little more than arm candy.

Then finally came the guest of honour and Amaryllis finally saw what a hobbit was. A hobbit was in simple terms a very, very small person that barely measured up to her waist. They were so cute in that walk into a Disney store and immediately look at all the stuffed animals cute. Amaryllis wanted to cuddle with them, but she managed to resist the girlish urge. Frodo was bundled away to be treated by Lord Elrond and Amaryllis introduced herself to the other hobbits. All in all it was safe to say that hobbits were her favourite. They were fun and easy to talk to, plus they were so adorable.

Two days after Frodo's arrival came Gandalf, the grey wizard. He was as intrigued with her as she was with him. Though he was primarily involved with Frodo so they had had little time to speak together. After Amaryllis had become an 'honorary hobbit' as Pippin called it, after spending three days with them pretty much non-stop, she visited the stables.

She casually tossed an apple up and down in her hand, whistling as she walked, happy to see Asfaloth. The other horses greeted her and she responded by petting them in turn. Though many nudged the hand with the apple in she refused to give to them, the apple was for Asfaloth as a reward for outrunning the Nazgul. She saw many new horses and could only assume they came from the extra guests.

"Hey Tinkerbell," she called fondly as she spotted the white stallion who nodded and snorted his hello. "Did you miss me?" another nod, "don't lie, you just missed the apples." She laughed as he shook his head and fed him the apple, "Glorfindel told me you out ran those Nazgul things, I would love to see how fast you could go. I think I shall be leaving soon Tinkerbell, but I will say goodbye to you before I leave." She placed a gentle kiss between his eyes and patted his neck.

She stayed with him for a while before turning to leave when the horse next to Asfaloth's stall caught her eyes. He was a chestnut brown in colour with a small star shaped lighter brown on his forehead and lower legs. She approached him slowly, holding out a hand to him, he nudged her hand inquisitively and she ran it lightly down his muzzle. "Well aren't you pretty," she whispered to him and he nudged her hand, "I'm sorry. I don't have another apple, I didn't know I was going to meet such a pretty horse, otherwise I would've brought another. Why don't I bring you two tomorrow to make up for it?"

The horse nodded, happy at the prospect of getting two apples from her. She laughed and traced the star shaped outline with her finger. "You're very friendly aren't you?" he nudged her gently in response, "I wonder what your name is, perhaps I should give you a nickname like I did to Tinkerbell over there." She motioned to Asfaloth who had stuck his head of the gate of the stall and huffed at her. "See he likes to appear all tough and untouchable but he's a big softy," she placed her hand on Asfaloth's muzzle and rubbed it softly before returning to the brown horse in front of her.

"Perhaps I should call you Etoile," she mumbled thoughtfully, "it means star in French. French is one of the many languages of my world."

"His name is Losca, though he seems to like the name you have given him."

Amaryllis whirled around sharply and found a blond elf watching her closely, if she recalled correctly he must be one of the elves from Mirkwood. Aside from Glorfindel she hadn't seen a blond elf in Rivendell was the stable a meeting place for blonds? She frowned at him slightly before asking, "how long have you been standing there?"

"Only after you approached my horse," he told her, moving from his place against the wall to walk to her, "it is strange to see a human woman alone, did you come with those from Gondor?"

"I'm not from Gondor," she didn't even know where it was on a map, in fact she didn't even know where Rivendell was on a map. "I'm not in the habit of discussing my home to strangers."

"Forgive me," he said earnestly before bowing slightly, "I am Legolas, son of Thranduil."

"Amaryllis," she mumbled put out by the way he introduced himself. In her world no one cared about who you were the son of.

"A unique name."

"It's a flower."

"Amaryllis…" he looked at her with curiosity, "who are you?"

"What does Losca mean? I assume its Elvish," she asked him as a way to distract him from herself.

"It means brown of hair in the common tongue," he told her, fondly petting his horse.

"Creative," she told him sarcastically.

"And your name for him is?"

"Well it's not as if I know him do I? I don't know his personality. I was only going off what I could see physically. At least I had the creativity to use a language other than my native one." She responded defensively, her eyebrows knitting together in frustration towards the blond.

"Was I supposed to name him something in the common tongue?" The way he said was as if the idea of naming his horse something in the common tongue was appalling. As if he was superior because he could name his horse something in the beautiful Elvish language.

"You are so full of it," she told him with a sneer, "Glorfindel was far better company than you. Jerk." She turned to Asfaloth and said goodbye before storming away, angry at the blond. What the dwarves had told her didn't seem so farfetched now.

A/N: Yay! Another chapter over and done with. I've already written the next chapter so I will put that up soon. The foreign words are translated from the internet, I'm trusting what it tells me so forgive me if I'm wrong.

Please tell me what you thought of her interactions with people . I'm trying to make them as believable as possible.

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