Chapter 2: Meeting the Fellowship
As she is dragged into a large cluster of trees, she looks around in amazement. There was a thriving city inside these woods. She is led up a staircase surrounding a tree... or perhaps it was carved into the tree, things like this she couldn't decipher, she was concentrating too hard on not tripping as she is rushed up the stairs.
Her eyes scan the men who were leading her up the stairs. Something she sensed in them, not just their beauty that seed to captivate her into compliance told her these were not men at all, they were something else entirely.
A strange blue light glows around the entire city, more so as she reaches a platform. She looks around slightly frightened, too terrified to fight with her powers to get away, but where would she run to? She had no idea where she was. The sixth moves around her and up a staircase, the other five stand in a line behind her. She doesn't turn to look, but their presence behind her was intimidating.
She doesn't have to wait long before the most beautiful woman she had ever seen with long blonde hair is escorted down the staircase, immediately as she meets the woman's crystal clear blue eyes, she hears her voice in her mind. iDo not be frightened. We are all on edge in these times. You are not of this world, but yet here you stand, brought to us with a purpose./i
she shakes her head. iWhat purpose? I'm just a witch. I belong in New York... I don't even know where I am!/i
A soft smile spreads onto her lips. iThere will be time for explanations as to where you are later. First, let's get you cleaned up, and into proper attire for this world./i
Apparently her sweatpants and T shirt wasn't something proper, but rather then arguing, she follows after the woman.
"What is your name dear girl?" The woman asks as she falls into step beside her.
"Alexandra."
Her soft smile appears once more. "I am Galadriel. Keeper of the ring Nenya. Queen of Lothlorien."
Alexandra smiles. "What a name..."
She laughs softly, "I merely am telling you my status. So you will understand that the story I am to tell you is from a first hand account."
"What story?" she frowns softly, regarding the woman cautiously. As she looked over the woman now not bathed in the radiant light, she noticed her ears her pointed at the top of the cartilage. "You're not human..."
She nods and smiles. "You speak the truth. I am not. I am an elf."
ii always thought elves were short... not eight inches taller then me./i
This brings a laugh from Galadriel. "The elves you have heard of are not of this world. Though we do hold creatures smaller then you. They are known as Dwarves and Hobbits."
"Dwarves I've heard of... but Hobbits?"
Another soft laugh. "Sit dear girl, allow my hand maidens to tend to you while you listen." As three elven women enter the room, Galadriel launched into a story telling of a dark lord, rings given to men Elves and Dwarves and one ring he forged to rule all. Of how it was taken from Sauron, cut by Isildur, then by the creature Gollum, and finally found by the Hobbit Bilbo Baggins. She explained that his nephew Frodo Baggins, and three Hobbits were traveling with two men, Aragorn, a ranger, and a reluctant future king of Gondor, Boromir, a man from Gondor, Legolas a prince elf from Mirkwood, and Gimli a dwarf.
After their meeting and a day to give her time to accept the ways of the land, she was to travel to Rivendell on a horse given to her by Galadriel. She was given a bow and arrow, and a light sword that she strapped to her hip. Her clothing was a dark green dress with a white blouse underneath, the sleeves tight to her skin to allow more freedom if she were to fight. Her shoulder blade length dark hair was styled in the elven fashion (or so it seemed to her as every elf she saw had the top and sides of their hair pulled back and fastened while the rest hung free). Given a map some provisions as food and water, and her equipment she set out for her first landmark, the large walls and doors of the Mines of Moria. Galadriel informed her that she would meet the Fellowship not far from them, and she was to wait at the pool for them.
Three days passed and finally she arrived. All she had to do now, was wait, and she did not have to wait long, as she heard voices floating to her further down the pool of water.
A gruff voice followed by a metal knocking. "Dwarf walls are invisible when closed"
As she stands from her spot seated by her horse, of which she named Lora, she notices an elderly man with a grey beard and grey attire pressing his hand against the wall. "Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them if their secrets are forgotten."
As they get nearer to her, she notices the dark haired man, who Galadriel had told her would be named Aragorn, watching her. She keeps a fair distance, unsure of how to approach them without startling or losing her own life by the dwarf or either of the men, as the Wizard, Gandalf touched the wall, and then backed away. She watched, awestruck as the moon appeared from behind the clouds and revealed the door.
"It reads, 'The doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak Friend and enter.'" Gandalf spoke, pointing his staff at the elvish writing on the rock face.
"What do you suppose that means?" One of the blonde Hobbits asked.
"Well it's quite simple," Gandalf said. "If you are a friend you speak the password and the doors will open." He presses his staff to the middle of the doors, and speaks in a dialect she couldn't understand. The men watch but nothing happens. The wizard pulls his staff from the doors, then raises both hands along with his staff and speaks again in the dialect. Once more, nothing.
A second blonde hobbit states the obvious. "Nothing's happening."
Gandalf then moves to the doors pushing on them, and mutters under his breath. She is barely able to understand the words as she gathers her things, and slowly starts toward them, the horses' reigns in her hand. "i once knew every spell in all the tongues of elves, men and Orcs."
The same Hobbit speaks again. "What're you going to do then?"
He half turns, angrily speaking. "Knock your head against these doors Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words."
As she slowly approaches, her eyes meet Aragorn's. "The Fellowship of the Ring I presume?"
His eyes quickly become guarded, his hand moving to his sword. "Who asks?"
She raises her hands in a peaceful gesture. "Lady Galadriel sent me." She notices the elf studying her, he was just as beautiful as the elves in Lothlorien. His blue eyes piercing hers.
"She speaks the truth." He says moving toward her. "What is her message?"
She smirks and shakes her head. "Such a man to think that a woman can't help." She looks back at Aragorn. "She sent me to help. Apparently, I supposed to be here."