Wow. This one was a doozy. I meant to make it longer to include Strider/Aragorn with a bit more about Sirius, but then I realized I was already at 6,000+ words, and I decided to make it a two part scene. As if I continued with one chapter it would become almost 12,000 words in total. So, that being said, for those of you wondering why I haven't mentioned her now being an elf, it's in the this chapter. For those wondering why Calneth seems to not have that much of a culture shock, that should be established in the next chapter that should've been in this chapter but it became so darn long and I couldn't really shorten it, so cue two-part chapter.

And I'd like to say that I will be changing the genre on this to Adventure and Family, cause the romance will really actually begin later on in the story when she's with Legolas. And yes, fact is, Calneth will be with Legolas, and I will not budge on that fact.

ATTENTION!- THIS IS IMPORTANT SO YOU BETTER READ NOW. This story I have taken a long long ways from Harry Potter canon, specifically after fifth year. If you don't like it, I highly recommend you don't read. And here's another thing that is important, this the beginning of a story. And what I mean by that, is that while things seem strange right now in the first few chapters, that's because it's the set-up for the actual action and plot. Basically, back storyish stuff that feels like is taking forever for me to get out of personally. And, originally, this chapter was going to include meeting Strider/Aragorn, however, that is now in the next chapter, though there is some action in this chapter.

Omg, I'm so sorry that this took forever to get out and post, I meant to post it last Thursday, however, sophomore year is seemingly going to kick my rear end all the way back to eighth grade. It's horrible. (I mean seriously! I didn't think it was possible for me to hate a subject more than biology!) Anyways, this chapter also seemed to be very stubborn and I kept going back and finding problems and mistakes wherever I went.

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Oh, and from here o out except for a couple instances here and there, Sophia will be referred to as Claneth. And now, without any further delay, onto the story!

When Calneth finally came to, she found herself staring up at the night sky full of the stars. That's when it slapped her in the face. She really wasn't in her world any more. The stars were different, these were whole new constellations. When she had been travelling with Gandalf they were mainly under trees and she hadn't thought to look up at the night sky. So now, she had the cold taste of reality settling into her mouth. There was no Orion, she couldn't even see Sirius, the dog for which her godfather was named after. She sighed, just another thing that she lost in a way. For Merlin's sake, she wasn't even human any more! She felt small salty tears prick her eyes before she rapidly blinked them away, remembering the day she woke up in the middle of the night to the pain in her ears suddenly subsiding into nothingness.

While there wasn't any obvious difference for awhile, but then she began to notice the changes in her senses. They were sharper, with her magic gradually changing, shifting, and seemingly becoming alive inside of her. Then there were her ears. They had been bugging her for while the day before they actually grew in, but the night she went to sleep, she woke up to her ears no longer in pain or discomfort, but pointed. They were pointed. Now, she wasn't usually one to panic, but she very much so began to panic that morning, she remembered it well because of that.

"Gandalf!" she spoke in a deadly calm voice, "Why are my ears pointed?"

He chuckled, "It seems Yavanna's changes have come in later than expected. My dear, this is natural, she and the Valar have claimed you as one of the many children of Eru. You are an elf."

She blanched, "I'm a what?" she all but screamed.

"An elf my dear, not like the ones from your world, but from here in Arda. I thought you had known?"

She groaned, "She had mentioned something like this, I guess, but she didn't exactly say she'd change my DNA," she grumbled.

At his confused look she had simply waved him off.

Caleneth chuckled slightly at the memory, that instance had been what rooted her faith and grandfatherly love for the old wizard.

She came back to the present when a relieved voice to her right said," Oh good, you're awake."

She groaned as she sat up and briefly glancing to her right where Frodo and Gandalf were sitting next to her," How long was I unconscious?" she asked as she probed her head carefully. Merlin it hurt.

"Just under thirty minutes," he said, "You took quite the tumble from the tree, but Fawkes was able to catch you before you crashed to the ground. That doesn't answer why you fell in the first place," his unspoken question, while unseen and unheard, was clear to her. Why did she scream?

She rubbed her head once more, "Whatever Bilbo used to disappear like that was- is," she corrected, "Evil. It's power flared out sending out a wave of darkness to only be picked up by those that wanted it, or would be able to sense it's power," she shuddered, "It felt like, like a horocrux," she whispered to herself, not meaning for Gandalf and Frodo to hear, but sadly, just that happened.

"A what?" Frodo asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

She winced slightly, it was painful to remember, but she shouldered on, "Where I came from, we had our own dark lord, and he went through a processes to make sure he couldn't die. He split his very soul into pieces and placed them in different objects," her left hand unconsciously went towards where her lightning bolt scar use to be as she explained herself, "He killed many and it took forever to try and find a way to kill the bastard," only to die in the end, she thought bitterly.

Gandalf nodded in understanding, "That is what the item is essentially, if my theory is right," he said solemnly, "I pray that I am wrong, but I most likely am right," he stood up, "I must travel to Gondor, Frodo, keep that ring safe and hidden, don't tell a soul what Bilbo left you, and stay safe. Caleneth," he turned towards her, "I ask of you to stay with Frodo, as he may need protection if unwanted peoples sense his gift and, if it is what I believe it to be, then you must protect him and it at all costs."

Caleneth didn't want to leave Gandalf, that she knew, but she didn't want to leave Frodo either. He was too innocent to the real world and it's horrors to truly know what to do, and she couldn't just see him die when she knew that she could've been there with him. She mentally cursed her saving people thing and looked to Fawkes.

'I don't want to leave Gandalf,' she spoke to Fawkes telepathically, 'But I feel as if I should stay with Frodo. What should I do?'

Fawkes nodded,' Being around these hobbits would be good for your health and you won't have to worry about everything on the outside. I think you should stay with Mr. Baggins.'

Caleneth sighed, even if she believed with every fiber in her being that it wasn't a good idea to stay here and possibly get attached to people who would only be taken from her in the future, she agreed to stay with Frodo as Gandalf went to Gondor to search for the answers to his questions. When she heard where he was going, specifically a giant library, he promised her that he would take her there in the near future.

As she watched Gandalf ride off on his horse towards where Gondor was located in the east, apparently very close to Mordor, she wondered just what she had gotten herself into when she agreed to come to Arda.

It had been just over a week sense Gandalf left and Caleneth was beginning to worry. She had felt a harboring darkness begin to come closer to the Shire and she had half a mind to pack up Frodo's things and flee before anything unwanted came to notice they were there. But she refrained, if not for Gandalf, then for Frodo who was caught in the middle of what she could only describe as a steadily brewing war. No to mention, she saw Sophia in him. He had a protective streak a mile long and if he heard that the Shire was in any possible danger, he would stay to fight the coming danger or possibly even turn himself in. While she highly doubted he would even consider the last thing, she didn't put it past him either. She chuckled drily, he had the same saving people thing she did.

"Miss Caleneth," a shy, curious voice broke her musings, "What was your old home like?"

Caleneth glanced at the young hobbit who spoke and saw it to be Samwise Gamgee, or Sam, Frodo's gardener and close friend. While at first Caleneth had been frigged at best to Sam and Frodo for the first few days of her temporary stay in the Shire, eventually she became warm enough to them to be, almost acquaintances. Currently they were in one of the pubs in the Shire, and while she at first didn't think much of the hobbit-folk, she eventually came to see them as peaceful people, who liked life's simple pleasures. But wasn't seven meals a bit extensive?

She gave a sad smile to Sam, "Please Sam, call me Caleneth, Miss makes me feel old. But my old home was not much different then here actually. If you ignore the culture differences and obvious clothing differences, it wasn't that much different. Where I came from however, we had different music and song, even different ale. However, my land was hidden within a land from those that we feared would hurt us if we exposed ourselves. So, I spent most of my time where magic was used often. Where I lived, magic was prevalent and if you weren't a magic user, you would just past right around us none the wiser than you were before. Magic was rare, but bot so rare to only be found in five Istari, but where everyone in my community would be considered one. It use to be peaceful too," her expression became wistful as she let herself remember for the first time in weeks, "Every weekend my friends and I would be able to go to the little village by our school, and spend the day there. There was a sport we use to play called Quidditch. I was on one of the schools teams," she snapped out of her melancholic thoughts, as her thoughts turned to what happened during her fourth year with Cedric dying, Sirius falling through the veil in her fifth year, and then finally, the war beginning in sixth year. Stop it, she mentally shook herself, no use in pondering on the past, she chastised.

"It sounds like you miss it," Frodo commented.

She chuckled mirthlessly, "I miss the memories," and she left it at that.

Seeing her obvious mood change, Frodo changed the topic, and instead focused on why Sam hadn't yet asked his obvious crush, Rosie Cottonmouth, to court him. Caleneth chuckled, just like her, Ron and Hermione, she thought ruefully. Only, without the magic and war looming over their heads, her thoughts turning dark.

She froze as she comprehended her own thoughts. As she spent more time here in Arda, she often found it easier to think and speak of the past, her past. And she knew, it was because of Gandalf, Frodo, and Fawkes. If she didn't have them, and specifically Fawkes, she would be wasting away with no hope, and no will to live. Without Fawkes, Gandalf may have been able to gain her trust eventually, but it would have been extremely hard without Fawkes there to tell her that he was trustworthy with his extra senses of a phoenix. The whole reason she began to care for Gandalf in the first place, was that she trusted him to begin with.

She was worried though. Lately Fawkes was gradually becoming older and older as the days dragged on. While when he was still immortal he would be able to have his burning day and simply regenerate, he wouldn't be able to that now, he had made that clear at the beginning. He was going to die and soon, and she didn't know if she'd be ready for him to pass. If ever really. She knew she would have to keep going though, and while maybe not for herself as she had forgotten every aspect of doing something for oneself, she would need to go on for those that died because of the war. Her parents, her friends, the only family she ever knew, and for Fawkes. Because they wanted for her to keep moving and holding on even if she didn't feel like she could.

That night, the day before Gandalf was due to return from Gondor, Fawkes died. It was like every death she had felt before in a way, but it was different tis time. There was no great battle, no fight, no spells exchanged, nothing. Just an empty feeling of loneliness left behind in the place where Fawkes use to be, because he was dead. While she saw it coming, that didn't mean it hurt any less, and she wasn't prepared for the feeling of her heart to break. Fawkes was the only one she could trust no mater what. Her familiar and her friend, he was what managed to keep her grounded during the night and he chased away the nightmares, he kept the memories at bay, and he could tell if someone had ill-intent or not. Now she only felt lost.

As she sat there in the guest room of Bilbo's-now Frodo's- house, she sobbed. Big fat salty tears fell from her eyes, her cries silent, but desperate and broken. Once she had gathered her wits about her, she wrapped Fawkes's body in a conjured shroud with the Hogwarts crest embroidered onto the black cloth. She then set to work building a pry for her close friend, knowing he'd prefer to return to the ashes he was born from. Frodo had offered to help her build the pry but she politely turned him down, knowing that while she wouldn't have to face the grief on her own, as Frodo had come to look to Fawkes for guidance as well, she needed this. She needed to tell herself that this did happen. She needed this comfort. When she was done with the small makeshift pry, she placed Fawkes's body on the top and stepped back.

"Incendio," she whispered the spell, just above a mutter, with her wand pointed at the pile of wood.

As she watched the wood burn, she couldn't stop the new fresh flow of tears that sprung up to her eyes. Why did it always end this way? Why did she always have to loose those she cared for? Why did Fawkes have to leave her alone like everyone else?

As these thoughts began to cross her mind, she felt two knew presences come to stop on either side of her. She glanced to the sides to recognize Sam and Frodo. Frodo laid a hesitant hand on her shoulder in comfort and Sam threw a few flowers into the fire, ones that Fawkes had told her he liked. Jasmine flower's if she remembered correctly.

New tears came to her eyes, but these weren't tears of sorrow, and loneliness like the ones before. But tears of a broken heart finally beginning to pick up the pieces and heal after being broken for so long. What was she thinking? Alone? No. Fawkes had left her when he had finally deemed her ready, and while she didn't see it herself, and still had a little trouble seeing the silver lining, now she did. She had let Gandalf in, she let in someone and now she began to see him as a close friend, not an ally in arms. Now she had met Frodo, and through him, Sam the loyal who would put all Hufflepuff's to shame. While it would take time for her to accept them as true friends fully, she wasn't completely apposed to the idea now. Now, she could begin to heal her heart and finally learn to love and feel happy once more.

That night, even without Fawkes singing her a lullaby, she fell into a dreamless sleep. And in a land far off, on the shores of Valinor, a couple stood on the white sand shores, smiling softly at the peace their daughter gave off.

It was the day after Fawkes died, and Caleneth was out with Frodo and Sam once more, she had met two of Frodo's cousins, Merri and Pippin, who happened to be the two who set off the dragon firework at Bilbo's party. From her brief meeting of the two, she decided that if she was ever given the ability, the four would never meet each other, less they tear the poor unsuspecting Bag End apart. The memory of her close friends, while coming at her with a vengeance thanks to the fresh death of Fawkes, was becoming less and less painful as she spent more time with Frodo and Sam. She had a inkling that Gandalf had also left her here in hopes she would become closer to Frodo and Sam, and how could she really be mad at him then? It had worked hadn't it?

Sighing as Frodo and her walked back to his house she absently wondered when the old wizard would return from Gondor.

As they walked into the house, she was immediately aware of the new unknown presence in the house. As Frodo closed the door behind him, she held up a hand to stop him from asking why she stopped. She held a finger to her lips and pointed to the kitchen and eating area. Drawing her wand out, the stunning spell on her lips, she slowly crept towards the kitchen careful not to make a sound. As they entered, suddenly the presence was behind them. She whipped around, almost shouting out the spell when she realized it was only Gandalf, if slightly haggard.

"Don't do that!" she yelled, her voice wasn't high pitched at all, nope.

He muttered a quick apology to her but quickly turned to Frodo, "Where is it? Is it safe?"

Frodo looked frozen at first, but quickly went to the drawer that held the envelope which held the ring. Once he had found it he handed the envelope to Gandalf," Here it is," he said as strongly as he could.

Gandalf quickly took it, lit the fire and proceeded to toss the envelope and all into the flames.

"What are you doing!?" Frodo exclaimed, but was quickly silenced when he saw that the ring was completely unscathed.

Gandalf quickly took two metal tongs and pulled the ring out of the red and orange flames, and held it our to Frodo," Go on take it, it's cool to the touch," he said.

Once Frodo took the ring, Gandalf turned to look out the open window, "Does it have any writing on it? Any markings?" he asked urgently.

Frodo turned the ring over in his hands, "I don't see anything," he said quietly, Gandalf breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait," he said suddenly, "There seems to be some strange language on the sides. I can't make any sense of it though."

Gandalf sighed in resignation," No, I wouldn't expect you to know how to read it," he turned back to Frodo and Caleneth," That is the dark language of Morodr, And it reads, 'One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, One ring to bring them all and in darkness bind them'."

Caleneth's breath hitched, the lessons form Este and Gandalf coming to the forefront of her mind.

"Sauron, once the apprentice of Aule, created the rings, seemingly as presents. Three to the elves, seven to the dwarf kings, and the nine to the kings of men," Este had told her, "But in secret he created one that he could use to control the ones that held the rings. One that into which he poured his own malice and hatred, till it became-"

"The One Ring," Caleneth muttered in horror, everything now making sense. The ring had tried to get into her mind and was now currently what kept the Dark Lord Sauron alive if the legends were true, and sense she was told by the Lords and Lady's who faced off against the original Dark Lord, she had a feeling that those "legends" were in fact truth only lost to history.

"Yes, that is the ring of Sauron, and even now his loyal followers search for it to bring it back to their master," Gandalf said gravely.

"The darkness that I've been feeling?" Caleneth asked hesitantly, suddenly fearing for the little hobbit that she was growing to care for.

"The nine ring wraiths," Gandalf said.

"But I thought Sauron was destroyed!?" Frodo tried frantically to disprove Gandalf.

"No, not destroyed, only dormant," Gandalf said, "Frodo, you are in grave danger, you must take the ring to Bree. I have to go see the leader of my order. He will know what to do."

"But-"

"Don't worry Frodo," Calneth said to him, sensing his worry and fear, "Go pack necessities for the journey to Bree, you know the way, I do not. I will travel with you to Bree, or however far you may need to go," her voice was calm and collective, yet warm and reassuring, she was surprised. She didn't know she still had that ability to be warm to someone.

As Gandalf helped Frodo grab the things he'd need on the journey, such as extra food, an extra cloak, and any needed supplies Frodo believed he would need and talked to him about what to do when he and Calneth got to Bree, Calneth herself quickly went to the guest bedroom she had claimed as her own, and gazed at the few belongings she had. While she was unsure of what they were going to face exactly, she knew she'd need a different outfit than the beige-brownish dress that she wore ever sense she landed in Arda as it fell to around mid calf, with slip-ons and a cloak. So, thinking on the fly, she transfigured her outfit into one more appropriate for their journey. Her dress was now long sleeved and brown and that ended at mid-thigh, with slits on the sides so she would be able to freely move around in a fight and run easily without fear of tripping on any piece of clothing. She then turned the excess fabric into black leggings, and her simple brown and green slip-ons into leather knee high buckle boots that were similar to the ones she remembered being fond of on earth during the war. She conjured up arm guards, knowing from experience that they'd be useful for defense. Once she was fully clothed in what she deemed appropriate for the travel, she strapped on her wand holster to her right arm, slipping in the Elder wand, and slipped the arm guards on over the top of her sleeves and above the holster, effectively concealing it. Pulling her fathers cloak over her shoulders, she then reached under the bed to find the familiar hilt of the sword of Gryffindor that fitted into her hand perfectly.

She strapped the belt around her waist like she had done so many times before a battle, but before those memories could make themselves known, she ruthlessly shoved them back into the dark recesses of her mind. No point in dwelling on dark thoughts, she consoled herself. Shouldering a small pack filled with food and a few blankets for extra fabric and for warmth at night, she then made her way out to the front of the quaint little home that she had rather come to enjoy spending her time in.

"Ready Frodo?" she questioned as she turned around the corner towards the kitchen and eating area.

The sight that greeted her, was not the one she was expecting. Frodo stood by the entrance way looking on at the seen in shock and confusion, while Gandalf hovered over the table, seemingly pinning a hobbit shape against it with a steely gaze.

"I'm sorry Mr. Gandalf," the voice was saying frantically, "I was just worried about Mr. Frodo sir. I swear it!"

Caleneth sighed, she recognized that voice. Sam was loyal and trustworthy to Frodo, and so much so that it could one day get him into trouble. But for now, she found herself traveling to Bree with Sam and Frodo. As Gandalf went to see Saruman the White.

They were walking through the fields, on their way to Bree, Calneth was behind Frodo as he knew the way, an Sam was trailing behind them, when Sam suddenly stopped in the middle of the field, seemingly at invisible line.

"What is it Sam?" Frodo asked with a furrowed brow.

"This is it," Sam said," If I take one more step, it will have been the farthest I've ever gone from home."

Caleneth smiled at the sight, she knew how hard it was to let go of what you knew, and to leave it behind for something different. She was doing that now as they traveled to Bree. Though she would never admit to her feelings, she was scared. Never had she been thrown into another world before, where there different races of people, and creatures she had never heard of before, and even a world with their own dark lord, one who seemed to make Voldemort seem small. She had died before she could see the end of Voldemort, would she be able to stand a chance against Sauron if it came down to it? Now, not for the first time, she wished for Sirius once more.

As they rested that night on their travel to Bree, Caleneth shot up out of the blankets of warmth she had wrapped herself in, suddenly very glad she had decided to take first watch. A reminder came in a flash flood, filling her mind with purpose and resolve to live and protect. To fight and to survive till she finally died in her sleep, a peaceful death. Finally, she remembered something her dad said to her when she was transported to the land of Arda. Something she should've never forgotten.

"Say hi to Padfoot for me!"

She would find her godfather, she would fid him if he was truly in this world, if he was truly looking for her in this world as well, for which she had no doubt. And with that thought she assumed first watch as the two hobbits she saw as two of her only friends slept under the stary night sky.

But one question remained still, and persistent, where was her godfather if he was alive?

Meanwhile, in the land called Rohan, north of the land of Gondor, Théoden king sat atop his throne, his son, Theodred and nephew Eomer currently in the study with his niece Eowyn and their guest from a far off land, one wo would come to be more help than any of them would ever know.

"My friend, what ailes you so?" Eomer questioned the man.

Eomer and Theodred had been on a scouting trip with the riders of Rohan when they came across the man, injured and mumbling continuously about a daughter who was in danger and a war he needed to win, they were eventually able to get him to a healer and save him from what seemed to be a curse that was spreading through his system, poisoning his blood stream, and turning his mind to a very fragile state. When asked about the curse, he said it was his cousin's final parting gift to him. Now, it had been four, close to five years sense they found him, and while he was in better shape then he was all those years ago, they were finding that he was becoming quieter than his usual loud and boisterous self. His hair and beard were trimmed, his clothes no longer ragged like they were day they found him, he now favored a cane when he walked, but when it came to fighting, he excelled thanks to the personal training with Eomer and Theodred.

The man in question sighed in resignation, "I've been plagued with dreams these recent nights and they've,.. unsettled me much."

Theodred placed a hand on his shoulder," Sirius, my friend, what do they show?"

He chuckled as he stood and walked towards the window over looking the city of Edoras, "It's my goddaughter. She's here on Arda," he said with a small frown on his face, "But she's different than before," he sighed, his actual years shinning through in brief and rare moment.

Eomer stood," Then we will find her, any friend of yours, is a friend to the kingdom of Rohan. After all you have done for us, it is the least we could do."

A week or so after Sirius was fully healed, the riders of Rohan were ambushed by two packs of orcs, quickly out-numbering the riders. If it hadn't been for Sirius and his magic, Rohan would be completely defenseless. And for that, they owed him a life debt, not that they knew exactly what that entailed, but they had at least faint idea of what it meant.

Sirius nodded in thanks. For the past few years, he had constantly wondered and worried about his goddaughter, Sophia, never knowing if she was alive or dead. If only he knew where she was, if only he could find her, he had searched for the first two years he was here, and yet, nothing. He resigned himself to waiting, it wasn't like he could go outside of Rohan himself and search for her anyways, his dear cousin had injured him enough to leave him slightly crippled in his right leg, but he comforted himself by the fact that he could now always hold his wand in his hand when he fashioned it into the handcrafted cane, while still being able to be unattached if ever needed in a real duel. So for now, he resigned to waiting for his goddaughter, no matter how long it took for her to return to him, she was family, and he would always wait for her.

Ta da! Sirius is back! Sort of. We won't be seeing much of him until we get to the Two Towers, but I hope it's enough to keep you happy with knowing that he is in fact on Middle Earth and waiting for Calneth. And yes, I'm sorry, but Fawkes is indeed dead, and won't be coming back into the story besides to make appearances in flashbacks and memories. I will most likely go back and re edit the part where he dies because no matter what I tried to do, it wouldn't get any better than it is as of now.

IMPORTANT: There is a poll on my profile for if you want Boromir to live or not, because I need help deciding, and I thought, hey, why don't I ask the people who followed the story? So, review, give me hour feed back for this chapter, and please, go to my profile and vote NOW. The poll has been open for a few days now and will remain open until once Calneth either leaves Rivendell, or just before you have sometime depending on how fast I update, but please vote ASAP.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and hopefully soon, if school doesn't decide to start giving me overloads of homework again, I should update by next Saturday. Byee!

Random question!

Do you watch Doctor Who? If so, who's your favorite companion and doctor?