Chapter three: Meet the Boyfriend

Forty years! There is no way that could possibly be me! As always just when I think I am on to something about my past, I find some evidence that it isn't me. How frustrating! Even before I officially found out that I was adopted I noticed something's that kind of told me that I was adopted, like the different ways they were treating me compared to other families, and to finally here my adoptive parents admit that I am adopted confirmed my worst fears. I don't have any clue what my parents were like? Did they kill a bunch of people or were they heroes in their own right? I fear I will never know.

During this thought process Arwen was watching me, with a strange look in her eyes and then she said, "I am not going to ask about what thoughts you just had going through your head. Instead I am going to introduce someone to you who I think you are going to like. Do you mind?"

I don't think it will hurt meeting someone new, and it might take my mind of my current predicament. "I guess I will since I have nothing else to do and I want to get to know the surroundings around me better. So lead the way and thank you."

Arwen got up and walked to the door and I started to follow but she turned around and quickly told me, "You are going to meet my boyfriend but please don't talk to much about what I told you about just now because it is still s sore topic for him he came from his last search for finding his sister, empty handed and I don't think he would want to be reminded of his failure."

"Why was it his last search?"

"Because he cannot devote any more time searching for her with the war coming up soon."

"I am so sorry for him, for I know what it is like to be searching for some thing in vain." I reply with what wholehearted honesty that I could muster for I once again had come to a dead end when it comes to my parents.

"Alright now that we got that understanding between us. You can finally come and meet him." She said as she opened the door and turned right and is walking down the hall. I had to run to keep up with her because of my current state of health that she seemed to have forgotten when she walked out the door eager to introduce me to her boy friend. We took several turns here and their among the many halls until we reached the halls of fire. When I finally caught my breath I took a look around. There weren't many people here yet but there was two other people beside her and Arwen. One was 3 foot six and extremely old, with extremely hairy feet I noticed because he did not wear slippers. The other looked to be a middle-aged man with dark locks like my own and the same eye color too, the color of the sea. He had the same lanky and athletic build that I had to. He also seemed familiar too, like I met him before. Walking forward to get a better look I noticed that we had yet another thing in common we also had almost the same facial structure too, except mine were more feminine than his and younger too. From that look on his face he was doing the same measuring in his mind that was taking place in mine.

Arwen finally breaks the long 'measuring' silence but not before realizing something, "Aragorn honey, this is the girl that you saved earlier, she wanted to get to know you and to thank you. Her name is Nikki. I see that you noticed some similarities about each other on the outside and I think there is some other similarities on the inside to. We will leave so you two could get to know each other." And left.

I am watching the door they left the room by when he asks me, "So how do you like Rivendel? Lady Niki?"

I turned to face him and then sat in a nearby chair, "I like it very much that which I saw of it, and please just call me Niki it gets me all itchy when people start calling me lady, because that's when I am usually in trouble. Like Arwen said truly want to thank you for finding me and taking care of me even though I am from a whole other world."

"Your welcome, Niki. She said that we have similar outside traits as we do internally do you know what she meant by that?'"

"A little bit, from what she told me about you. We both are orphans and adopted, by kind and good people. But apart from that I haven't seen or heard any thing else."

"Well let me tell you about my self and let see what other similarities we can find for I can't think of anything else that needs my attention at the moment besides a revenge trick at one of my older adoptive siblings, but that for now can wait, for I am as intrigued by you as you are to me."

"Okay I have two neighbors who are like brothers to me and we are the same age, became known as the three terrors at Fourth Street, for all the pranks we played on everyone including each other. For example we died Mr. fancy pants across the street hair blue because he was prissy and acted like prince charming with the ladies, and last but not least he was arrogant. Let's just say that his reputation with the ladies was hurt for quite some time because of the ruckus he made when he woke to find his hair not the usual color." By the end of my story he was laughing.

"Me and my brothers did the same except to Erestor and Glorfindel and with the color black because both were blondes. I'll just say that I am still smarting from that punishment." I am giggling to because I am starting to realize just how a like we are.

"If you are looking to do some revenge I have some purple hair dye that we can use."

Lets just say that Elldan and Elrohir had very purple hair by the end of the day, and the whole household were laughing because their own trick was used against them.

You Like? I hope. I may not be able to update it for quite some time so see you latter! And please review or I will let a l pranksters of middle earth loose on you and please tell me what you like about my story! it will get better as we go on. You all know that only JRR Tolkien owns Lord of the Rings.