AN: hello! here is chapter 3. and the song used in this chapter is "learning to breathe" by switchfoot. and yes i am a huge fan.

Everyone's Here

Hello, good morning, how you do?
What makes your rising sun so new?
I could use a fresh beginning too
All of my regrets are nothing new

Kristen looked at the sunrise. The yellows, pinks and reds mingled with the deep purples and midnight blues of the past few hours. She was on a huge horse wondering if what had happened was dream, nightmare or reality.

Kristen turned around to face the voice that was talking to her. It scared her. Not in a threatening, frightful way, but just pure shock of who it was. He was extremely tall, dark wavy hair that reached just above his shoulders, and his icy blue eyes that she has seen so many times before. She just stared at him.

"I won't harm you." His voice was so calm and comforting just as she remembered it to be. "Let me take a look at your face. My name is Aragorn."

Her thoughts succumbed her. All logic and common sense left her. All she knew was that her life was not what it use to be. She closed her eyes. This is not happening. I am dreaming, just dreaming. A horrible, twisted nightmare. I am gonna wake up and be in Brooke's car. On the count of three, one. . . . .two. . . . She opened her eyes and she saw her friend. Brooke's face was deathly pale. Kristen's gash stung as hot tears mixed with her cold blood. She shivered, not just because of how cold it was, but out of anxiety, fear, and confusion.

Aragorn saw her sadness and pitied her. "Don't cry. She is no longer in pain." He closed the blonde's lids to stop the unnatural stare.

She looked up to his face. "Kristen."

Aragorn saw that wound on her face. "Elrohir!" A dark-haired elf sprinted to him.

"How did you get this?" he asked her while taking a piece of cloth from a leather pouch on his belt.

"An orc hit me with his hand after spitting him in the face." She answered in a monotone voice. The elf began to wipe of the blood from her face. Kristen just kept staring at her friend denying the fact she was dead.

A few moments passed and Aragorn left to gather the Dunadain to burn the bodies. As he walked away, he tripped over a leather case. He bent down to pick it up. It was a strange shape and had stars drawn all over the handle. He then found an olive green knapsack and a long black bag. On both bags, the name Kristen was written on it. He picked them up and began to walk over to the girl and elf again. He overheard the conservation between the elf and the girl.

"How did she die?" Elrohir asked. Kristen replayed the scene in her mind.

"They stabbed her because I yelled at them to stop." She mumbled. The elf nodded. He saw Aragorn standing behind her.

"Are these yours?" the ranger inquired. Kristen faced him and nodded.

Elrohir stood up. Aragorn whispered to him in elvish, "where is she from?"

The elf shook his head, "She did not say nor did I ask."

"Do you know what she is?" the ranger continued.

Elrohir answered "No. She is not a child, but she is small. Estel, what she is is alone."

They both looked at Kristen as she whispered something inaudible into the ear of her friend. "Mi mancherai se te ne vai E l'allegria, amica mia, va via con te." (I'll miss you if you go away. And joy, mu friend, goes away with you.)

The elf faced Aragorn again and murmured, "You should take her to Bree. It is the closest place to travel to."

"I am supposed to meet Mithrandir there. I will take her."

Elrohir walked away to get his horse as Aragorn told the few men that were with him that He was going to Bree at first light and that they were to continue to the Shire.

He bent down and turned to Kristen. "We are going to a small town a few miles away to meet a friend of mine for he has something important to tell me. We want to take you with us since you are alone."

Kristen sat there listening to what Aragorn said. She didn't know what to do. She was emotionally, physically and virtually numb. Flash backs of memories of her and Brooke flooded her mind.

A small twelve year old brunette walked onto the high school bus. She skimmed through the seats and saw no empty ones. Panic filled the girl and she turned around.

"Hey, do you wanna sit here?" a blonde asked with a sweet smile.

"Thanks." The brunette whispered.

"My name is Brooke, what's yours?" asked Brooke.

"Kristen." The brunette replied.

It was quiet for a few minutes and it agitated Kristen. "So, what do you like?"

Brooke thought and said, "Music. Orlando Bloom. Switchfoot. Movies. And I'm thinking about learning guitar actually. What about you?"

"Art, anything and everything related. Movies. Elijah Wood. And I've attempted to learn several times" Kristen laughed.

Brooke smiled "Kristen, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

Kristen slowly was accepting the fact that she was in Middle earth because what she felt and everything was extremely real. She turned to Aragorn, "Thank you."

Kristen went to stand and when she got up, she was barely above the hip of the Elf. "How tall am I??" she stuttered.

Aragorn and Elrohir thought she was still in shock of her friend's death. "You are about four feet." Elrohir answered.

"I am?" she screeched. "I was 5'1''! And now I'm not. I think this is worthy enough for Scully and Mulder."

Aragorn picked her up and put her on the horse. "It looks like I will not be the only one talking to Mithrandir. Make for Rivendell." The elf nodded and sped off into the night.

"Rivendell?" Kristen asked.

"His home. He goes to search for answers." Aragorn then yelled, "Let's go. Dawn is approaching."

A man then put the heap of orc-bodies on fire. The group of rangers began to leave and Aragorn led the mare forward. The sight began to become smaller and smaller. A tear fell down her face unsure of what was and if she'll ever truly understand.

Hello, good morning, how you been?
Yesterday left my head kicked in
I never, never thought that
I would fall like that
Never knew that I could hurt this bad

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--your humble authoress