MUST READ- I would like to know why my story was put into the C2 archive known as: The Worst of the Worst-Weep. Laugh. Flame. This is a collection of some of the worst LotR fanfiction ever. I really don't know why this was categorized as such since I just started but if you have any problem, I would like to know for future reference.

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"They're coming." And with that cryptic remark Gandalf continued into the library to search for a map of Rivendell, a map that would help them to locate the disappearing lake between two worlds.

Chapter 2: Arrival

Fleur Delacour swam in the murky orange water. The vicious grindylows that had been winding around her legs trying to pull her down had swam away in terror as soon as the water changed the loud orange color. A sinking feeling began to circulate throughout her body. Suddenly the orange water began to fade to black and the sinking feeling left. Gasping, it suddenly dawned upon her. The bubble charm was gone. Her body began convulsing, every cell screaming for just one thing - Air! She kicked as hard as she could and swam desperately towards the surface, praying she'd make it in time. As her face broke through the surface she gasped for air and looked around herself bewildered.

"Oừ est le positions?" (Where are the stands?), she questioned aloud. Treading water and turning in different directions she saw that she was surrounded by what appeared to be an endless forest of ancient trees. Fear gripped her as she swam towards shore.

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Lord Elrond, Gandalf, Elrohir, Elladan, and Arwen ran as fast as their legs would carry them. If they didn't get there fast enough… Gandalf didn't want to think of where the children from the Other World might roam off to. Finally after what seemed like an eternity they came upon a peaceful lake. One of the girls Elrond had described, the beauty with the blonde hair and blue eyes, had just emerged from the water onto the lakeshore. Some of the fear dissipated from their hearts. There were no Orcs here, just the children and themselves. Thank Valar they had arrived in time.

"Milady!" the Elven twins called. The girl looked up towards the group on the shore and swam a little faster. Suddenly despite the strangeness of the experience she felt like she was safe. When she reached shore she was instantly draped in a warm blanket by Arwen and was swept over to nearby log to sit and rest. Fleur was flustered. Where was she? How did she get here? Why do these strange people have pointed ears? Are they elves? Where's Gabrielle? Wait, Gabrielle! She instantly launched herself from Arwen's caring arms and towards the water, screaming.

"Gabrielle! Non!" Elrohir grabbed her around her waist, "Milady, no!" but she continued screaming and speaking in torrents of rapid French, which, of course no one from Middle Earth understood. Everyone, that is, except Gandalf who stood calmly by the lake's edge, the water almost reaching his feet. He was trying to calm the hysterical girl when suddenly the water once again glowed the strange orange hue. Fleur instantly stopped her screaming and no one moved. Cedric and Cho then surfaced from the water, which then faded back to its calm blue-green. They swam to shore and were also draped in blankets. Cedric looked around, puzzled.

"Where are we?" he asked Elladan politely. Cedric wrapped a protective arm around Cho, who leaned into him feeling equally confused.

"All will be explained in time." said Gandalf. The water blared into its orange effect once again and Hermione and Viktor surfaced. Fleur gave a hopeful look, but was disappointed and became even more agitated when there was no sign of her precious younger sister. Hermione and Viktor made it ashore and were asking the same questions as they sat on the long log along with the others, while the elves and wizard stood by the shore waiting for anyone else that might be transferring through the mysterious depths of the portal. After a few anxious moments, the water turned the telltale orange color and Fleur stood up. Soon Ron's head broke through the surface along with..,

"GABRIELLE!" Fleur's voice echoed across the lake. Before the others could blink, Fleur had thrown off her blanket and was rocketing back towards the lake. Ron took Gabrielle by her arm and helped her towards her sister.

Speaking everyone's thoughts, Hermione asked "Where's Harry?" Her voiced was laced with worry. Just as Fleur, Ron and Gabrielle reached the shore, Harry came shooting out of the water and landed back in the water with a terrific splash. By now Elrohir and Elladan had made their way back into the water to help the young boy out while Arwen busied herself with taking care of Ron and Gabrielle while trying to keep everyone calm. Cedric gave Gabrielle and Fleur fresh blankets and Hermione gave Ron one while questioning him ("Are you alright?" "What happened?" "I'm going to help Harry, your just sit on the log, alright?") Then she rushed to help Harry, with Viktor in tow.

Harry, with Hermione and Ron by his side, was fine. Except for the shivering. Then Fleur came up to him.

"You saved 'er, even ven she vasn't yours to save. Merci! (Thank you!)" She gave him a kiss on each cheek. Then she turned to Ron. "And you, you 'elped!" She too gave him a kiss on each cheek. Ron stood there, blushing furiously and staring at her flabbergasted. Hermione just scowled.

"Gabrielle, viens! (Come!)" Fleur said as she pulled Gabrielle back to the log and started to speak to her in rapid French. Once everyone had stopped shivering and established the fact that all of their friends were okay they turned to the elves with questions.

They all started talking at once in a disorganized jumble. "Where are we?" "What is this place?" "Is this part of the tournament?" "Will we be able to go home?" "Why are we still here?" "Yeah, we're all here why don't we go home now?"

"Silence!" Elrond shouted over the din. "You have not yet all arrived," he added.

"What do you mean?" Cho asked. She looked quizzically at Cedric who exchanged this look with Harry while pulling his arm tighter around her. Harry's insides were boiling with jealousy. He looked at Ron, who shrugged and gave him the don't-look-at-me look. Harry glanced at Hermione, who had Viktor's strong protective arm draped over her shoulder. Fleur had given her little sister her blanket and she was still shivering slightly. Then all of their attention was focused back on the water as it started turning an eerie shade of orange. Everyone waited anxiously as it faded back to its original color.

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Sydney plunged headlong into the ice-cold water. Then it hit her. What am I doing? Gasping she realized she needed air. She swam quickly to the surface relying on her old swimming training. When she broke through she was gasping for breath. She was confused. She tried to scream but nothing would come out. What the Hell did he do to her?

"Over here!" came shouts. She turned and saw a group of people on the lakeshore with two people, twins, swimming out towards her. But why was she in a lake? What had happened? She was just in the New York Harbor and now she's in some strange forest. She swam towards the twins, but with difficulty. Her legs hurt from the jump and she was exhausted. Her head hurt – it felt like the man had been walking around inside messing around with it. The men reached her, one putting his arm around her and pushing her ahead of him with his hand on her shoulder.

"You are alright, neth min. (Young one)" the other one said. Sydney kicked her legs tiredly as they reached shore.

"Bring her here." Lord Elrond said. Sydney tried to stand but her knee's buckled. By now everyone was standing up trying to help the poor girl. Arwen draped two warm blankets around the girl and whispered comforting words to her. Sydney had started shivering like mad.

"There is much to explain. Everyone sit." Gandalf demanded. Everyone still stood there.

"Is there anvone else?" Viktor asked in his heavy accent. Sydney's eyes snapped up. Everyone was dressed in strange garb. (Then again, she probably was dressed oddly to them too.). Four of them looked like they were in bathing suits with some kind of leather holders strapped to their legs, which held… the magic stick, wands, whatever, that made her mute and had killed Chris. She jumped up from the log and hid behind Elladan. He turned and held her by the shoulders.

"It is alright, we are not here to harm you. Now what is your name?" This brought tears to her eyes and she touched her neck, moving her mouth and shaking her head.

"You're mute?" Hermione asked. Sydney shook her head, hot tears streaming down her face in frustration. Lord Elrond stepped forward. "I think a curse has been set upon her." He turned to the young witches and wizards. "Silencio." he said.

"The silencing charm." Hermione peered over Elladan's shoulder to look Sydney straight in the eye, "Don't worry. It wears off. " Sydney just shook her head, tears streaming down her face harder than ever. Nothing would be okay. There's EVERYTHING to worry about now. She slowly backed up, the blankets falling off her shoulders, until she reached a tree. As her back hit against the rough bark of the trunk she slowly slid down to the ground. Sydney pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around her and shook in agony; her silent sobs making her body shake violently. Slowly, the sound of her agony got louder until her voice returned. No one was quites sure what to do. Lord Elrond walked forward and knelt in front of her. He took her hand. She picked her head up. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face red from crying.

"That man had no right to harm you the way he did, or to kill that boy."

"It's all my fault! If I had just went back, none of this would have happened!" she sobbed.

"No," the elf said gently, "You did nothing wrong." Sydney just looked up at him. She shuddered and put her head back onto her arms. Arwen was at her side and wrapped her arms around Sydney's body. Sydney leaned into Arwen's comforting embrace.

"Why me?" Sydney asked. Elrond stood.

"Come, you are all tired and we must leave now if we are to reach the city before nightfall." Arwen helped Sydney stand, who was still crying as they began the walk to Rivendell.

TBC

AN: Thanks again for the reviews! I REAALY need a beta so if anyone wants to volunteer, please!