A/N: I can't believe I'm updating already again! Don't get used to it, I don't want to disappoint if I can't update until a month afterwards or so. However, I believe that Shadow Realm Triforce won't let that happen- so thank her for that.

Some translations:

Sorellina - Italian for little sister

Nieta - Spanish for granddaughter

Pinig - Elvish for little one

Review Responses:

Shadow Realm Triforce: I could only imagine the pain to take away a warrior's weapons. Estel was calling her grandmother naneth because she was basically like her mother.

Abyss Prime: Thank you so much! I always try to make my stories a little different from the others.

Also! I do not own any of the Fellowship or anything besides my character Estel and the plot line. Sajni belongs to Shadow Realm Triforce.

Now on to the story, if you haven't already started! I hope you enjoy and please review, they always help improve my writing and maybe I'll take some suggestions. Shadow Realm Triforce and I already have a million ideas being bounced around, but maybe we could incorporate a scene that you guys would like to take place. Just leave a comment telling me if you do. Anyways, enjoy now!

Chapter Four:

Storms of Emotions

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Sajni's POV

Estel had stopped crying only minutes after we had entered her old bedroom. It still reflected her teenage years when she was a rebellious soul. The walls were a deep grey with accents of black and white. Posters lined the wall, scattered about. Some of the bands I had never even heard about, but that was just like Estel, she never let even the least recognizable person feel left out.

I stood admiring all the pictures of her and grandma throughout the years. I was even included in some of them. My favorite picture of us was in a gold decorated frame with a silver vine wrapping around the exterior. It was Christmas time, snow could be seen falling down out in the tall windows of the conservatory as Estel and I were wrapped up in snowman and candy cane blankets. The marble fireplace was filled with the heat of a fire. I smiled at the memory. Estel had fallen sick and with not being able to go outside and play, I suggested the idea of sitting in the room with the most windows to watch the snow and drink hot chocolate.

I turned my attention back to my little sister. She was sitting on the window seat hugging her knees to her chest as she stared out to the forest.

"Estel?" I asked, walking towards her. She didn't even move or acknowledge the fact I had just called her name. "Sorellina, sweetie." I called to her again, this time gently shaking her shoulder.

She turned to look at me, but it was like she didn't see me. Her hazel eyes were clouded over and strands of her blonde hair fell in her face. I knew this look, it was a look of hopelessness and one who was about to give up.

"Come, let's get some food." I told her, holding out my hand to help her up.

She stared at the hand a second longer before grabbing a hold of it. I hoisted her up and stopped her from falling over from dizziness. She looked up at me with gratitude before her face fell into despair again. I gently sighed as I led her out of the dark room and down the steps to the kitchen.

"How do you think she's holding up in there?" I heard a small male voice ask.

"I'm sure Estel just needs some time alone for now." A rougher male voice replied.

"What about that other young lady that was with her?" the same voice asked.

"Estel, you brought friends with you?" I asked, looking at her questioningly.

She looked blankly up at me before nodding her head slightly. Curious as to whom these friends were, I walked into the dining room to see the whole Fellowship from Lord of the Rings. At first all I could do was stare wide-eyed at the group of men in front of me before any sense of judgment came rushing back to me. Steadying my breathing, I pulled on the braided ponytail that had started to fall loose. How had Estel managed to get all the guys from the Fellowship of the Ring to Earth? Was it even possible for such a thing to happen?

As my eyes landed on the Mirkwood prince, I couldn't help but think how little justice the movies did to his beauty. Was it even right to call a male beautiful? Surely not, but it was the only word that described his unearthly looks. In fact, gorgeous was most likely a better term to describe his attractiveness. His blue eyes were a shocking colour and his blonde hair was perfectly pulled back in Elvish braids. Realizing that I was staring, I quickly looked away from the beautiful man and looked down at Estel.

She had a lot of explaining to do.

"Lady Estel, how are you holding up?" Pippin asked as he got up from his seat on the table.

I was surprised to see her muster up the tiniest smile, but not only did it reach her eyes; it didn't show off the dimple on her left cheek. "I'll be all right. Nothing to worry about, Pippin." She whispered softly to the Hobbit. Pippin nodded his head and nodded over to Merry, who simply shook his head. I realized that all the men were looking at her with concern etched on their faces. The only one trying to hide that concerned look was Boromir, but even he looked upset for Estel.

"Estel, why don't we get some food?" I suggested, hoping this time she wouldn't ignore me.

"I'm not hungry." She stated. I could tell by the way she was avoiding eye contact that she was trying to appear strong in front of these men.

"Well then let's grab some for your friends." I told her, guiding her towards the kitchen. I knew she understood that I wanted to discuss something with her because she didn't mention any of the maids or butlers who worked at the mansion.

"Sorellina, sweetie. What is the Fellowship of the Ring doing here with you?" I asked once we were on top of the stairs leading down to the kitchen.

Hazel eyes looked up at me with confusion. "Isn't that, but that's…a movie?" she asked. "And a book. Why would a bunch of fictional characters just appear out of nowhere?" she trailed off as realization came to dawn on her.

"Estel, how'd they appear?" I asked. Being a writer, and not just a fanfiction writer, I had an idea where this was headed.

"They just appeared one night." She whispered, as she clutched at her hair and twisted it in nervousness. The one hand was bandaged and it appeared that some blood had soaked through. "It was the middle of the night and they just appeared in my bedroom. They didn't even know how they got here."

"What happened to your hand?" I asked, motherly instincts coming into play. I had a feeling that whatever happened also had to do with the company sitting in the dining room.

Estel tried to hide her hand behind her back, but I gently grabbed a hold of it.

"What happened?" I repeated the question as I started to unwrap the bandage.

My twin hesitated for a split second before deeply sighing. "It was the same night they appeared. Boromir was poking the sheets with his sword, I guess to make sure there was no threat. But I thought it was one of my pets so I slapped it away and it made a cut. But it's all right! I've been taking care of it."

"I would hardly call this taking care of it. It's bleeding through!" I sighed momentarily before I realized that this was Estel trying to keep it clean. "Come on, let's get this cleaned up and tell Chef Bernard to prepare food for some more people."

She nodded her head as I ran down the stairs to tell Grandma's personal chef that he needed to make enough food for nine more men. As I looked around the high-end, extremely professional kitchen, I realized he had enough food to feed a small army.

"That's a done deal, little lady." He told me, his kitchen helpers nodding their heads as well. "I tend to cook more than necessary when I'm upset. Thankfully it won't go to waste like it usually seems to do."

I smiled reassuringly, realizing that I wasn't taking my grandmother's death as hard as the others. But, as I ran up the stairs, it wouldn't make sense if I was. I didn't know my grandmother that well. After the car accident, I had gone to live with my father's bother while Estel was taken in by our dad's mother. I'm not sure why they separated us, but I was happy that grandmother hadn't taken me with her as well.

When I reached the top of the steps, Estel was waiting for me. I gave her a gentle smile as she led us towards one of the many bathrooms in the mansion.

As I cleaned her hand, she didn't talk or ask any questions at all. She simply looked down at the dried blood that was washing away. As I got out new gauze to wrap her cut with, she stopped me.

"It should breathe for awhile. The skin is pale." She whispered, as her eyes met mine.

"You should let it breathe at night." I told her. "We need to keep it wrapped up for now so it won't get infected."

"Please." She begged.

I let out a deep breath. "Fine, but we need to watch it."

She gave me a small smile. "Oh wait."

I was shocked as Estel grabbed my hand and guided me back to the dining room where the Fellowship was. She stopped quickly just before the entryway and I barely stopped from ramming into her back. She slowly turned around and looked up at me from behind blonde locks that fell into her face. "Sorry. We need to introduce you."

"It's okay." I told the younger girl as I placed both my hands on either shoulder. "Don't mention the movies or the books to them." I warned her as I guided her into the dining room.

"How are you holding up lassy?" Gimli asked Estel when he saw her walk in.

She smiled, but it showed to everyone that it wasn't real. Shrugging her shoulders, "I'm fine. Anyways, I want you guys to meet my sister, Sajni."

"Sister?"Sam asked, amazed. Composing himself, he sat up straight, "I'm Samwise Gamgee."

I was absolutely amazed that the whole Fellowship sat right here in grandma's dining room. They were all wearing modern clothing and I couldn't help the fangirling occurring inside of me.

Each male went around the room introducing themselves, most adding Lady in front of my name. When Boromir politely introduced himself to me, I heard Estel muttering something under her breath. Taking a glance at her, I saw that she seemed to be fuming, her eyes placed firmly on the ground.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Sajni. I am Legolas from Mirkwood." The blonde elf told me as he bowed in respect. As he straightened back up, his bluest of blue eyes looked into my own blue eyes and it felt as if the world had come to a standstill. He and I were the only ones present. I felt a pull to go and stand next to him, but made no such move. Instead, I cleared my throat to steady my speaking.

"It is nice to meet all of you. Estel has explained to me what has happened, but tonight rest. Dinner should be served soon." I smiled, as I took an empty chair next to Aragorn. I thought Estel would have taken the seat next to me, but she sat down at the other end of the table near where Merry and Pippin were sitting.

"She is in grief Lady Sajni, it is normal for one so young as her to take this so hard." Aragorn whispered beside me.

"But we are the same age. Twins. Surely I should be taking this a bit harder than what I am." I told him.

"Twins?" he questioned. "I would have guessed you were a few years apart."

"No, I am the older one though."

"Dinner time!" I heard the maid shout and plates of food were being served to us. There were a variety of meats and vegetables, along with side dishes and drinks. Bread and biscuits were served to go along with the meal as well. The Fellowship seemed extremely excited to be eating such a lavish meal, they dug right in. My stomach growled in anticipation from not eating since breakfast time and I began to eat as well. I talked to Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas and Gandalf the most throughout the meal. Whenever I looked over at my sister she was listening intently to something Gimli was telling her about or smiling at the Hobbits antics. I was only guessing when Estel's breaking point would come.

Towards the end of dinner, I heard one of the oak chairs slid against the dark wooden floor. Everyone become silent and looked over at Estel getting up from the chair.

"Excuse me. I'm not hungry anymore." She spoke plainly.

"You've barely had anything to eat!" Pippin told her, pointing out her barely touched dinner plate.

She shrugged her shoulders before starting to head upstairs.

"Estel, come back!" I pleaded with her. She couldn't do this to herself again.

She turned around with fire in her eyes. Apparently I had said the wrong thing.

"Who do you even think you are?" she spoke, venom coming out in her voice.

"Not here." I told her, as I started walking towards her so we could take the conversation to another room. I was just about to touch her, when she slammed her whole body away from me.

"Don't you dare touch me." She bit out. "You only come when bad things happen or when you have to. You don't really care about any of us. Everyone thinks that you're so great, but in reality you aren't."

"It's understandable to be upset at a time like this but-" Legolas tried to be the voice of reason. I looked over at him to see that everyone looked concerned and shocked. I wanted to tell him to stay out of it, that this was not his fight, but I wasn't fast enough.

"You stay out of this." Estel snapped, barely looking at the elf. "You don't know anything about our family." She turned to leave, but paused before turning around to look at me, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "All this time, everything we've been through I would have thought we'd be more like sisters." Her look hardened and it slightly scared me. "We may share the same blood, but you will never be a sister to me."

With that, she turned on her heel and bounded up the steps at a hurried pace. Completely thrown from her words, I couldn't help but fall to the ground. Aragorn caught me before I could hit the hard ground, but I was deadweight at this point.

"Lady Sajni, I'm sure that Lady Estel is just acting out in anger and grief." Aragorn spoke, trying to make sense of what had happened.

I didn't know what to think. "She's right though." I finally spoke after a long silence.

"Do not blame yourself for Lady Estel's grief. Everyone handles it differently." Legolas told me, his words soothing.

"Aye lassy, she just needs a bit of time." Gimli told me, still eating at the table.

"Perhaps I should speak with the little one." Gandalf swiftly stood up from his spot at the table and ignoring all protests to leave the girl alone, he wandered off anyways.

"She should be left alone at a time like this." The gruff Gondorian commented.

My attention was turned to Boromir, who had stopped eating and was now looking out the entryway where both Estel and Gandalf left through. His plain black t-shirt showed off his muscles quite nicely, but it was easy to tell that the pants he was wearing were a bit too small for him.

"Death is hard to experience, especially when the one experiencing the pain is young and the person lost, close." Boromir's eyes flicked over to mine, before looking down at his food. "If you'll excuse me." He nodded his head and stalked out of the dining room.

"Do not worry about him." Aragorn told me, as he helped me back to my feet.

"It is slightly true though." I told them as I sat back down in my chair. I tried to avoid any eye contact with the Mirkwood Prince. I didn't understand the feelings that overcame me when I looked at him and him at me.

"What do you mean lassy?" Gimli asked.

I sighed. I didn't know these men, I couldn't trust them. But at the same time, they needed to understand some of the history behind Estel and I. "You see I didn't grow up with Estel. I only ever came on holidays and when grandfather fell ill. After that, there was the occasionally birthday card and holiday cards exchanged along with petty e-mails." At the mention of the e-mail, I quickly explained. "It's another form of communication in our world. We never formed a real bond though. I haven't been there for her at the worst of time and the reverse. We're estranged basically."

"But that is not your fault." Legolas commented.

I sighed. "But I could have tried harder." I closed my eyes. "I don't want her reverting back to her old ways. She's come so far since then."

"I'm sure with a sister as caring as you, she'll be fine." Aragorn told me, as he gently patted my shoulder in reassurance. "Boromir is right; she just needs some time to accept her grandmother's death."

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After dessert had come and the Hobbits had devoured most of the sweet treats, I showed everyone around the house, with the exception of going to the top floor. Estel was up there and I wasn't sure if she'd be in her room or aimlessly wandering the halls.

When we reached the four story high library, we found Gandalf sitting in one of the big leather chairs, an old, falling apart book in his hand. He looked up at us for a brief second before looking back down at his book.

"Your grandmother has quite the range of collections." He commented, his eyes never leaving the page of his book.

"I know. A lot of books have been passed down in the family." I told him. "She has a ton of artifacts that go along with some of her collections." I thought I would have been sad at the mention of my grandmother, but I didn't feel upset or grief. I wasn't sure if I was still in shock or if I wasn't close enough to feel the sadness of the passing of my grandmother.

He nodded his head, looking back up. "I saw a few, but this library is quite large. It would take a day just to look through it. Never mind looking at book titles and the history they share of your world."

I smiled. "There is a huge love of books that seem to run through this family."

"So it would seem." He smiled, as if he knew something I did not.

I saw the Hobbits wander off in different directions, looking through the tall oak shelves filled with books. Gimli grumbled as he stalked off somewhere in the back, muttering something about dwarves. Legolas and Aragorn both seemed interested in the books that were displayed proudly in a dust-free environment.

"Perhaps there is something in these books that would help us get back." Aragorn wondered aloud.

"If it isn't here, I'm not sure where it could be." I told him, a smile on my face. "I'll try and help the best I can. I know there are some rooms in the library that are hidden, but I know of a few." I told him, offering my help. The hidden rooms were the ones with some of the most valuable books and artifacts, unless you counted the hidden room for Estel that was meant just for her.

"Thank you for your hospitality Lady Sajni, but I could not ask you to help on a task that does not concern you."

"But I wish for you to return back to your land. I'm sure it's discombobulating to be in a strange land not knowing the customs or technology." I told them.

"Well then your help would be appreciated." He smiled.

I smiled in response, noticing as Legolas stood closer.

"Where would we start?" he asked, his silky smooth voice sounding like music.

I blushed realizing I wasn't sure how the library was organized. I spent a lot of time in the library whenever I visited, but it was only ever in one section. I wasn't allowed on the upper floors for some reason. "I'm not sure to be honest. I don't know how the books are organized. Estel would know, perhaps she can help when she's better." I told them, making it sound as if Estel was simply sick and would be up and about later in the evening.

"I suppose we should split up then and see where that gets us." Aragorn took charge as he walked with purpose towards one of the aisle ways.

I looked over at Legolas, who had done the same. He was walking towards the back of the left side near to where Merry had gone off earlier. Sighing, I took the right side as I read through each book title, hoping to come across something that would be useful. As I looked I thought about Boromir and where he had gone off too. I wasn't sure if Gandalf had talked to Estel or if he thought it better to let it be and wait for Estel to calm down from all her emotions.

I worried about Estel and was only paying a quarter of attention to what I was supposed to be doing. I had sat on the ground in front of one the shelves pushed against the wall, when I spotted a book that looked out of place. Grabbing it, I realized that it appeared to be a journal. There was no title or date, but it looked ancient and there were tell-tale signs that it was starting to fall apart. It still looked as if someone was using it and I was nervous to open it. Thinking it wouldn't be of any use, I placed it back on the shelve and moved to the next one. The journal was still on my mind and I was curious as to who had written in it and about what. Making a mental note to remember where it was, I moved on, this time fully concentrated on helping the Fellowship back to Middle Earth.

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Estel's POV

After barging out on dinner, I hurriedly ran up the stairs to get to my room. I wanted to be alone and I didn't want to be in the position I was in. Thankfully, the whole top floor was basically mine. It was a mini-apartment, as my friends back in high school used to call it. I laughed at the memory. It was more of a one floor house.

As I reached the top stair, I took a deep breath, trying to catch my breath. As my breathing steadied, I straightened my body and moved to the huge glass window that was situated right in front of the stairs. My grandfather and I had converted it into a window seat when I was still young. We would sit up on the cushioned seat and look out the window with a cup of tea and a good book. Other times we would get into intellectually stimulating conversations, as my grandfather liked to call them.

Sitting on the velvet bench, I leaned against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. I took a deep sigh and placed my forehead on the glass. It was starting to grow dark, the sunset casting a beautiful glow on the fields and woods of the backyard. There was supposed to be a massive thunderstorm later tonight and I was waiting for it. Something about rain and thunderstorms were so refreshing to me, especially on a night like this.

I gave a slight smile as I remembered the conversation that grandpa and I had one stormy afternoon. He was still well at that time and grandma was bringing up the tea. I had come home upset after school completely drenched from the downpour.

"What is it, little doll?" he asked, his graying hair thin across his scalp.

I was rubbing away the tears with the back of my hand and when I heard the question I closed my eyes shut tight and shook my head no.

"You can tell me." He whispered, trying to coax whatever problem it was that I was having out of me.

I shook my head again, but opened my mouth to speak. "Meredith called me a freak today."

My grandfather sighed besides me and placed his large, calloused hand on my back to try and sooth me."You know that's not true."

"She also called me a mutt! She told everyone that it wasn't right to have so much blood from different cultures." I explained, stumbling over my words.

"You are of a proud Italian and Spanish heritage, nieta." He assured me, his voice firm as he straightened his back and sat up tall. "There is nothing to be ashamed of in our blood. Just because your grandmother possesses even rarer blood heritages does not make you a mutt-" I was about to cut in to add, but he beat me to the chase, "or a freak."

"But grandpa, I feel like one. Nobody wants to be my friend." I told him, the tears forming once more.

"Then hold your head up high. They are the ones missing out on my very beautiful pinig." My grandmother spoke from the top of the stairs. She was carrying the silver tray that she always served tea on for me and my grandfather.

She placed the tray in front of me, gesturing for me to take my small china teacup with pink flowers decorated on it. Picking up the tiny cup, I took a sip and smiled a dazzling grin at my grandparents. They always knew how to make me feel better.

"Now remember pinig, you must practice on the harp after this." My grandmother strictly told me, as she leaned against the wall, teacup in hand.

I nodded my head in determination and quickly finished my tea before I scrambled down off the bench and skipped hurriedly towards the practice room.

Coming out of my memory, I looked down towards the mahogany hallway towards the practice room. It had been ages since I last played the harp and my fingers ached in anticipation to bring forth such beautiful sounding music from the classic instrument. Warmness returned to my body as I peeled away my body from the glass window and walked towards the end of the hallway. Opening the door carefully and slowly, I stepped in and turned on the overhead light. I smiled when the chandelier lit up and reflected its light on the few instruments in the room. My harp was placed beside the marble fireplace. It looked as if it was played every day, but I knew better as I inched towards it. I left the door open, as I made my way towards the instrument. As I passed the grand piano on my left, I let my fingers slide across the keys, allowing music to enter the air. My lips tilted up slightly as the sound filled the air and when I reached my harp, I couldn't help but pluck one of the strings. I winced as the un-tuned note graced the air.

I walked over to the antique writing desk and pulling out one of the drawers, grabbed the tools I needed to tune the harp. I quickly got to work, making my harp sound as close to perfect as I could get it to be. Hastily I put away the tools, leaving the drawer to the wooden desk open. I sat in front of the harp and began to play. "Dragonfly in the Sunshine" began to flow out freely, my hands not hesitating as I played. Lost in my concentration, I hardly realized that I was being watched.

As I finished the piece, I felt much more relaxed and calm then earlier. I felt bad for yelling at Sajni, but everything I had said had been the truth. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard someone applauding me. I looked up to see Boromir standing there.

Startled, I couldn't help but stand up from my seat, almost falling backwards onto my rear.

"You are quite talented Lady Estel." He commented me.

Confused by Boromir's change in personality, I looked at him at oddly for a moment before I composed myself. "Thank you. I've been playing since I was eight or so." I told him, sitting back down. Boromir walked farther into the room, taking a seat on the black chaise with silver decorating. I began to play again, a more modern song this time by Adele that I was able to transfer to the harp. I began to sing and was lost once again in the music, not noticing the others starting to pile in the room.

Nothing compares, no worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

I had barely noticed that Sajni had begun to play the piano along with me. My eyes glanced over to her for a brief second before looking back at the strings on the harp. Repeating the verse one more time, I held the last note a little longer as Sajni finished off.

I didn't sing much when I played. Sajni was a much better singer than I, not that I was bad. Sajni had gone to school for music and had performed plays on Broadway and had a more renowned music background and I did not. I had taken voice lessons when I was younger, but I quit after two years. I wanted to focus on my instruments. They could do the talking for me and display the emotions I was feelings.

I was afraid to look up at the group in front of me. I felt ashamed for my lack of manners downstairs when I had yelled at Sajni. I only looked up when I heard my name being said next to me. I looked over to see the Hobbits gazing at me.

"You are a beautiful singer." They complimented me.

Blushing deeply, I waved away their comments. "I am nothing compared to Sajni. She is the real singer." I told them, looking up at my twin sister. As we made eye contact, I asked for forgiveness and could see that she had already forgiven me.

My mood lifting only slightly, I heard the roar of thunder break through the sky and then saw the lightening flash outside the window. A maid soon came up after it started to rain and asked if we would like the fireplace running. Nodding my head, it was soon lit and gave off an eerie glow on the instruments and company in the room.

Sajni and I continued to play random songs. Sajni nodded for me to sing, knowing I wanted to let out the pent up emotion. At points she would back me up softly and I knew everyone was listening. Soon enough tea was brought up and we took a break as we sipped on the hot beverage. Sam, Merry and Pippin were eager to ask me all kinds of questions about the harp and I was trying to teach them a few things here and there. I was even brave enough to allow them to pluck a few strings to hear what note they made. I couldn't help but enjoy their childish behavior, it made me feel carefree in a way too.

Everyone in the room continued to talk about many topics, never staying on one conversation for too long. Eventually, I declared it was late and that we should all get to bed. I told Sajni I would take care of the Fellowship and show them to their rooms while she went to her own bedroom. I knew the house much better than her and showed the men to the third floor where they each could have their own room.

However, I knew better than to allow the Hobbits to sleep by themselves. All four of them could fit into one queen sized bed, which is precisely what they did. I smiled goodnight, after tucking them in and giving each a kiss on the forehead. I couldn't help but feel protective over the four of them.

Boromir was the last to be shown to his room and I was surprised that he was being quite gentle with me. He didn't lash out or make rude comments or judge me on my clumsiness. Instead, he nodded when he thought appropriate and caught me if I was in danger of falling over. I became nervous when we were alone and that only made my clumsiness worse, but he put up with it and didn't mutter a word of sarcasm or hate. When he was appointed his room, I wished him goodnight.

"Goodnight, Boromir. Perhaps tomorrow we can get you better suited attire." I told him. I had noticed that the pants he had on were much too small for him, along with Aragorn's pants.

"That would be appreciated. Goodnight, Lady Estel." His eyes gleamed and I felt as if he wanted to say more, but was unsure. Instead I managed a small, yet timid smile before turning and walking up the stairs to where my bed was waiting.

As I stripped off all my clothing and climbed in to bed, all I could think of was how long of a day tomorrow was going to be.

A/N: I really didn't want to update this soon because I don't want you getting too used to this story being updating every week or so. But it was finished so I figured why not! I'm just happy that I've been able to write these past two chapters so quickly. It's nice that it's all flowing out so nicely whenever I sit down to type.

Anyways, reviews are always nice and much appreciated. Let me know if you'd like any scenes or have any suggestions.