Dislcaimer: I do now own tolkiens work.


Chapter Four

After having spent the first good part of the day with Legolas she decided to wander around woods of Lorien alone. She also didn't want to be around the Fellowship right now, who were mourning the death of Gandalf. She already felt saddened over his death and adding the news of her mother didn't aid in her battle to move on.

She rounded some trees and dragged her hands across the leaves. This would have been her home if her mother hadn't sent her away. It was a beautiful place, unlike anything that she had seen back home. The flets that were in the trees were carefully made and the flora was blooming with magnificence. She sighed to herself. Was it okay if she decided to make this middle earth her new home? She had a job back home, a life, even a boyfriend she had recently started going out with. But what did that matter if she couldn't actually get back. It seemed like she had to do some thinking.

Vaeri suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder. She jumped around and in front of her was a familiar looking elf.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I am Haldir, if you recall from earlier." Haldir said taking a step back from the surprised woman.

"Yes p, I do remember, and it's alright. I was being careless anyway." Vaeri said meekly.

Haldir only smiled. "Enjoying the mallorn trees?"

"Is that what these are called?" Vaeri touched one fondly. "They are amazing." She looked back at Haldir who was watching her intently. "What is it that you do in Lorien Haldir?" The two of them strolled between the trees.

"I am the Marchwarden, meaning I guard the outer boarder of the realm."

Vaeri nodded. "And do you like it? Being Marchwarden?"

"It is a great title that has been bestowed to me and I carry it with honour."

"Im glad." Vaeri smiled at him.

Haldir was taken aback by her smile. She was beautiful for a mortal but then he remembered what Galadriel had told him this morning.

"Is it true that you are actually and elleth?" He asked and her big eyes opened wide. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to intrude if it was a private matter."

"No, no it is alright." She waved off his apology. "It is true, but as you can see I have yet to come into my elvish features." She waved a hand by her ears that still lacked the point that was a distinguishing factor for elves.

"I'm sure it will all come in due time." Haldir said.

"I think so too." Vaeri said and then there was a bit of an awkward silence as they rounded a tree.

Haldir stopped abruptly. "Lady Vaeri," He began, and Vaeri turned around. She was not used being called a Lady at all. "This evening there will be a bit of festivities, welcoming the Fellowship to Lorien, as well as welcoming you back to your home."

"I hardly need a party thrown for coming here." Vaeri said.

"But you are Lady Galadriel's niece and many a people would love to see your face and get to know you as I have had the pleasure. There will be food, drinks, music and danc-" Haldir was saying until Vaeri cut him off.

"Dancing!" Vaeri exclaimed with excitement.

"Well yes." Haldir said a bit shocked at her exclamation. "Do you dance?"

"Yes, actually no. I like to dance I just don't dance very well." She scratched her head. She always loved going to clubs and hopping around to the music, it made her feel so alive. But when it came to doing any move other than a hop, she was nothing more than a person with two left feet.

"Well, then you must save a dance for me." Haldir smiled and did a little bow with an arm crossing his chest.

"It would be an honour Haldir." She put a hand to his shoulder, ushering him to a stand. "I will see you tonight then." Vaeri waved him farewell and left a smiling ellon behind her.

Vaeri could hardly contain her excitement as she rushed back to her flet. She stopped abruptly. She needed clothes for the gathering this evening, perhaps her aunt would be able to provide her some. The ones in her flet were more of the casual kind. She actually wanted to make Galadriel proud of her. So she was going to attempt to look as elven as possible despite the mortality that still flowed through her. She was wandering around trying to find a sign of were Galadriel might be but then she saw the elf that was beside her that first day.

"Uncle Celeborn!" She exclaimed and swiftly moved in front of him. He turned, his eyes wide, apparently not used to that kind of title. "I mean Lord Celeborn." Vaeri corrected feeling shyer by the second.

Celeborn smiled down at her. Yes, he was taken aback momentarily but now with the female in front of him he couldn't help but say, "Uncle is fine if that is what you wish to call me young one." He put a hand under her chin. "I see so much of Avanna in you."

"Really?" Vaeri's eyes shone with questions. "Do I really look like her?"

Celeborn stood straight. "Yes much like Galadriel, your mother had long golden-silver hair. You have your mothers blue eyes. I know not of what your father looked like but he must have been handsome for Avanna always had a way of following certain ellons around."

Vaeri smiled. "Thank you Uncle."

"Now what do you need my dear?"

"I was actually looking for Galadriel. I would like to ask her if I could borrow a dress for this evening. I wanted to dress up a bit." A small blush overcame her cheeks. "She is so beautiful and I want to make her proud." Vaeri twirled her thumbs in slight embarrassment.

"As it happens, Galadriel has already sent a dress down to your flet that she deems worthy of this eve."

Vaeri stood straight and looked up into his face. "Really?" She gave him a great hug. The elf stiffened slightly before relaxing from the sudden embrace. "Thank you Uncle!" She laughed waved him goodbye. "Ill see you later."

Celeborn merely nodded in her direction with a smile. He saw so much life in those eyes, but he knew that hard time would come to pass for her. He just hoped that she would be ready.

Vaeri made it down to her flet, and it was currently lunch time, as many of the Fellowship surrounded a table of food. The Hobbits, of course, were gorging themselves, save for Frodo who idly picked at his food. The death of Gandalf laid heavily upon him. Vaeri wondered if there was something that she could do to help him.

"Hello everyone." Vaeri said approaching the table. Other than the Hobbits, Boromir and Gimli were also at the table enjoying their food.

"Afternoon lass." Gimli said after a hefty bite of bread. Gimli took another look back at her. "Ye be looking much different from the last I saw ya." He looked her up and down but not in a weird way.

"Haha well yes, a dress can do wonders."

"Nay, ye look more elvish than ye did yesterday. Even though you lack the pointy ears like that princeling." Gimli gestured to his head.

"Those will come in due time." Vaeri smiled at the dwarf.

"So it is true then?" Boromir look at her, a slight scepticism in his gaze. "You are not human but an elf?"

This made the Hobbits drop the food that they had in their hands.

"Really?" Pippin hollered. "But how come you don't look completely like one."

"Pippin," Mary shrugged him in the shoulder. "Mind your own business."

"It's alright Mary, if I am to be a companion then you all may as well know."

"Make sure to use small words Lady Vaeri, less these ones don't understand." Samwise laughed. He received some glares in response from his fellow Hobbits.

"Oh Sam please call me Vaeri, I am no Lady." Sam just blushed in response. "My mother sealed my Elvin spirit within the book that I was carrying. And now it is slowly leaking out and I am becoming my true self."

"How come your mother did that?" Pippin asked.

Vaeri paused, she wanted to say what she needed without breaking down. The honest looks in those hobbits eyes spurred her on. And maybe this might help Frodo with his grieving, knowing that Gandalf sacrifice wasn't in vain.

"She did it to protect me," Vaeri began, and she explained how her mother foresaw her daughters future and that she sent her another world so that she would be safe. "She sacrificed her life so that I could live mine. And although it makes me terribly sad, I know she did it out of love." Vaeri directed her last words to Frodo.

Mary spoke then, "So if she sent you away to protect you, how come you came back?"

That made Vaeri cease her previous thoughts. It was a good question, one that she had briefly thought on but didn't really figure out.

"I'm not sure Mary. Maybe it was time, or fate." Vaeri thought to her book and how it had told her to 'join them.' "I think my mother intended for me to be apart of the Fellowship and I wish to do what she wants of me, she gave me her everything and I intend to make her proud."

A voice from the background spoke. "Well it wouldn't do you any good to linger on such thoughts anyways." Aragorn said and walked towards Vaeri and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You are here now and we intend to walk along side you on this journey."

"Thanks Aragorn." Vaeri smiled delighted at his acceptance of her. A sudden thud sounded at the table. Boromir abruptly stood up and shot a glare at her.

"Women do not belong on the battlefield." He said dryly and stalked off.

"Don't mind him, he means well." Aragorn said, though frowned in the direction his companion. "He just needs time to get to know you. He also doesn't want to have to worry about you while we are fighting. And I have to agree I have the same fears."

Vaeri nodded, she understood that she wasn't a warrior like the people in front of her. She would have to have a talk with Boromir eventually to hopefully ease his mind.

After a bit of food at lunch Vaeri started to get ready for the evenings festivities. In her flet was a bag that she assumed had her dress inside. Vaeri twiddled hear fingers excitedly. Even if it was something like the purple dress she had wore before training she would be happy. She opened the bag and wow, Galadriel didn't disappoint.

This dress was two layers, the bottom satin layer was also purple like her previous dress, but it was a deep royal purple. The top layer was a flimsy gossamer that was white so you could see the purple underneath. The bodice was boat neckline, so it had two very thin sleeves that would rest not on her shoulders but just off of them. The dress fell to her ankles, but had a slit that went up to her knee on the right side. Vaeri gleefully slipped on the dress and tied on the matching waist ribbon that was purple. She looked down at herself. The neckline dipped a touch low but wasn't so immodest that she would feel uncomfortable, and the slit would add nice flare for the dancing she was sure to do.

Vaeri stepped out of her flet and Aragorn along with the Hobbits were waiting for her. Aragorn wore a slightly nicer shirt, one I doubt he had sweated in. The hobbits wore there same clothing that they travelled in, just the less dirty ones.

Suddenly, all eyes were on her and she blushed. She wasn't used to such attention and it made her a touch uncomfortable, but she knew she looked nice so she wanted to own it. They only thing that felt off was her hair. She wanted to style it like the other elves but she didn't have the skills. On a normal day she would usually just throw her hair up in a bun and be done with it. Now she wished she had the knowledge to do intricate braids. Maybe she would ask one of the elves for a hand.

Aragorn saw Vaeri twirl some hair in her fingers looking at it with a small frown.

"Vaeri," The silver hair girl turned to look st Aragorn. "Do you need some help?"

"Help? What for?" She replied.

"Your hair," He made a gesture to his own head. "You look as though you wish for your hair to be done."

"And you can do that? Braid hair?" Vaeri asked, stunned that this rough looking ranger could manage a braid.

"Indeed, I often braided Arwen's hair, I became quite competent." He said and his gaze drifted off into the distance.

Vaeri smiled, watching with his far off look. He really loves Arwen. "Well then I don't see why not!" She slightly shrugged her shoulders.

"Strider sir," Sam said. "We will see you at the party then." Him and the rest of the Hobbits took off to enjoy their evening.

"See you then." Aragorn waved then goodbye. "Now have a seat and I'll be but a moment."

Vaeri nodded and went to sit at the table that held their lunch earlier. Aragorn stood behind her and with his nimble fingers he began braiding her hair. Vaeri closed her eyes and relaxed. She truly let herself not think in this moment. Aragorn seemed to sense her calmness and spoke.

"Have you come to accept what has happened to you Vaeri?"

Vaeri slowly opened her eyes. She was torn. She was torn between fully accepting a life in this new place and her desire to return to the life that she has always known.

"Middle earth is new," She started. "So far is has been like living a fantasy, despite the hardship that we faced in Moria. But all that I know is back in my world, I had a job, friends, even a boyfriend. How do I leave all that?" She sighed. "I'm just not sure that I can make it home yet."

Aragorn looked down at the now slightly slumped shoulders of the woman before him. "Vaeri, just know that there will always be a home here for you if you chose to stay."


I decided to put this one out despite ZERO reviews because I had it done. But please do review. If I dont get anything then what is the point in writing the story. :(