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Over the next week Aubrey slowly got better and was able walk around and semi- explore Lothlorien. In all truth neither the book nor the movie did the place an ounce of justice, it was magnificent. The towers and the house in the trees looked like they where made with star light. All the trees were a delicate gold or silvery color, and the grass was as soft as silk. Aubrey dreaded the thought of leaving this paradise.

She knew if she was going to learn to fight she would have to leave, but the thing that really frightened her was that she didn't know where she was going. Aubrey sighed as she looked over the lush forest view from the room that Galadriel had provided for her after she was moved out of the Healing Hall.

She still had a gimp in her right leg, and her arm was still pretty much useless though it wasn't in the sling anymore. Considering she fell from about a hundred feet up she was doing very well.

'Got to love the Elves super healing,' Aubrey thought as she rubbed her lame arm.

Aubrey had been in Lothlorien for a total of five weeks (or so she was told, it was kinda hard to keep track of the days there) and she was surprised at how well she was talking it all. Aubrey would have thought she still would be wigging out or thinking she was in a coma, maybe even dead. Though after a while she seem to accepted the fact that she was stuck here for a long time.

Aubrey's mind wondered back to what she had to do. She felt her stomach tighten in knots again, it always did that every time she thought about killing her sister.

Flinching at the very concept of it, the teen looked away from the beautiful seen. Aubrey didn't want to do this; she really didn't want to do this. Jezebella was her sister, she might have been a spoiled brat, insane, and down right annoying. Still, Jezebella was her family, her twin. They still had good times together, but if what Galadriel said was true she was as pure evil and would take over Middle-Earth, dooming it. Aubrey couldn't let that happen, it was one person's life for a whole world. Even as Aubrey tried to reason with herself it still didn't ease the pain in her gut.

All these thoughts swirled around in Aubrey's head, just when she thought she just might loss her mind she heard a knock on the door.

"C-come in," she called from the balcony, not really wanting to answer the door. Aubrey just didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment.

"Hello, just coming to check up on my only patient," came Mirima's pleasant sounding voice.

"Hey," Aubrey said, turning around and smiling at her friend. Pushing the thoughts of her impending duty out of her mind for the time being.

"How is your arm feeling?" the Elf asked, taking Aubrey's injured arm gently in her hands.

"Still a little sore, stiff mostly," Aubrey answered, slowly closing and opening her hand as if to show her.

After Mirima finished wrapping her arm in fresh bandages she looked into her friends face. Even though Aubrey had only been in Lothlorien for a short amount of time the two have grow very close.

"Mellon, what is wrong? You looked distressed," Mirima said, worry written all over her face.

"Nothing," the Aubrey lied.

Aubrey could barely pass off a lie to a human, she stood a better chance at beating the Balrog with a PS2 remote than pulling off a lie to an Elf.

Mirima gave her 'the look' that almost mirrored her mother's and Aubrey had to try hard not to crack under the Elves mother like gaze.

"Please Aubrey, tell me what troubles your thoughts," the Elf healer pleaded.

Aubrey sighed deeply and sat down on the plush green bed; Mirima took a seat right next to her. "Just, a lot on my mind," Aubrey said, her voice heavily with anxiety.

"Please, tell me," the Mirima pleading. Aubrey sighed, she knew Mirima meant well, but she was still pushy.

"I just miss my family," It was true; Aubrey missed her Mom and Dad like crazy. She hadn't been away from them for longer than two weeks before, and it had been a month since she last saw them.

"I have been wanting to ask about what happened to them, but I did not wish to pry."

'Well that's a first,' Aubrey thought. "They where killed, in an Orc attack."

Aubrey and Galadriel had argued that she needed a better story than 'I fell from the sky' which would have earned her being thrown into a prison for being a loon or get her shot on sight.

Poor sweet Mirima looked shocked; then she looked at Aubrey with great pity.

'I hate pity,' the teen moaned in her head.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I did not mean to tread on bad memories," she did look apologetic, but Aubrey could tell in her dark grey eyes that she really wanted to ask more. Who knew Elves could be so nosey?

Aubrey decided to tell her the whole story; hey it wasn't true anyway so it wasn't like she was going to angst over it like the Sues did. She was just doing it so it wouldn't drive her Elf friend insane. That didn't make her like the Sues, right?

"Well, you see... my family were traders, and we where traveling through the Misty Mountains when they ambushed us. The men tried to defend us but they where just too many and I panicked and ran. In my panic I didn't see the edge of the cliff, and I fell and after that I blacked out. The next thing I know I'm here." Aubrey wanted to flame herself that sounded so Suey.

It started to dawn on her, Aubrey was turning into a Sue. She was dropped into Middle-Earth, (literally but still) she has the weird prophecy thing about her saving the world, (it was to kill a Mary Sue but that's beside the point) and she had a very sad past. (Not real but they didn't know that) Well at least she still couldn't fight off a mad squirrel to save her life; she had that going for her.

It was official; Aubrey was losing control over her life.

'Well on the bright side I still have the boobs of a 10 year old boy,' Aubrey thought gloomily.

Mirima took Aubrey's silence as inner anguish, not inner struggle with her Sue hating self. She put the girl in a bone crushing hug.

'Ugh! Elves are strong!'

"I'm so sorry Aubrey! I never knew! You must have been so frightened!" Mirima sniffed.

'Poor girl, um Elf, this is so messed up. I shouldn't be lying to her like this. Then again Galadriel is scary when she's mad, and she told me not to tell anyone. (Well she said Elrond and Gandalf knew but that's it) so I guess I'll have to keep my only friend here in the dark... So lame'

They both turned their heads when they heard a light knock on the door.

"Come in," Aubrey called. A few shirtless Elvin men in the room and they got one hell of a party. She quickly checked to make sure she wasn't drooling. As she looked up one of Galadriel's hand-maids walked in.

"Tel' Hiril merne a' quet a' Iîn" she said in a very quit timid voice.

'Must not speak Common; well on the other hand neither do I.'

The red-head looked at the Healer. "All I got out of that was 'Lady'."

"She said that our Lady wishes to speak with you,"

"Oh," feeling a little nauseous again she got up and followed the servant out.

'Damn, these stairs are a bitch to climb down with an injured leg,' Aubrey thought as she limped down the spieling stars after the elf.

Aubrey walked through the arch-like door that looked a bit like where the fellowship first saw the Lady of the Wood, only a thousand times better.

'Damn you Peter Jackson. If I ever get out of here I'll kill you for making the Elves look bad.'

The teen stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for the Lady's big entrance, trying not to gawk at the beautiful architecture. Or the *cough* grades.

'I like Elves. I really, really, really like Elves.'

Aubrey waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, but still no Galadriel. The queen was starting to look like a no show.

'Weird, I thought Elves were never late.' Aubrey thought.

She heard something behind her, which was kinda strange because she hadn't heard an Elf make a noise since she'd been here. Aubrey turned around and her jaw just about hit the floor.

'Holly Crap'

Stranding there in the doorway was none other then Gandalf the Grey. Complete with long grey rode, insanely long silver braid, pointy blue hat, and staff.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice deep and full of power just how she all ways thought it would be, a shiver ran down her spine.

"I...you...beard," Aubrey gasped like a bubbling moron.

He chuckled, his bent shoulders shacking up and down. She guessed he found her insane babbles rather humorous.

And then, Valar help her, Aubrey passed out right in front of him.

'Ow, my head. wait happen? I feel like I was hit by a truck...'

Aubrey let out a rather unlady like grunt as she pulled herself out of the blackness. She open her eyes, blinking a few times before her vision cleared. Aubrey propped herself up onto her elbows and looked around; she was still at the bottom of the stares of the arch way. Gandalf stood over her with a worried gaze, and next to him was a very irritated looking Aragorn.

With a FUMP Aubrey passed again.


A/N: she's just a hopeless fan girl isn't she? ^^ Anyway this is kinda a short one because it's about 3 in the morning and I don't want to write anymore. Happy spring break everyone! I'll be here all week… cusp I got no plans. T_T Please review!