Thank you all for the reviews! To answer a question, I made Alana talk like everyone else because she knew how they speak since she read the books. Let me know what you think and if you have any ideas for any improvement!

The next day we prepare to leave. I'm now back in my travel clothes, much to my delight. My side has already begun to heal, but it can still be stiff at times. We are to travel up the river in the boats of the elves of Lorein. I was helping load one of the boats while I hear Legolas's voice.

"Lembas!" he said with please. "Elvish way bread. One bite can fill the stomach of a full grown man." He adds as I take a small bite of a wafer. I notice Merry and Pippin look nervous and guilty as they look at each other and say,

"How many did you eat?"

"Four…"

I smile to myself as I remember that small detail in the story. I always liked it when Merry and Pippin would say something or do something kind of stupid.

The Fellowship is now in boats, gliding across the smooth surface of the cool water. I am is sitting in a boat with Legolas and Gimli, in between them. I watch the water flow past the oars as Legolas rows. I think about our departure from Lady Galadriel, when she presented them with gifts.

"And for you, Legolas Greenleaf of the Woodland Realm, I give you the bow of Galadhrim." Alana smiles to herself when she sees the excited look of awe on Legolas's face as he gazes upon his new bow. She hardly notices when she is finished presenting the gift of light to Frodo, that she approached her. Alana looked up at her for a long while, holding her gaze.

"For you, Alana, daughter of Lyndell, I give you this blade, for if you should ever need courage, it will present it to you." Galadriel handed her a beautiful sword, which shone like crystal in the sun. Its handle was pearl-white, with Elvish markings and designs on it. The sheath around it was of the same white, with some sort of inscription in Elvish on it. "It may even present answers of which you seek," She added.

"And I also give you this Necklace. Let it reflect the light within you for all to see." She clasped a golden necklace around Alana's neck, which had glittering gold jewels weaving around each other, resembling that of leaves of a tree, and met in the middle into one slightly larger, flat gem, which was the same color as the rest, gold, but also seemingly white.

In Alana's head, she heard Galadriel speak again; "For there are some, that may see the light without it" Alana could have sworn she saw her gaze travel in Legolas's direction.

I touched the pendent on my neck. The color always did bring out my eyes at home. I always liked the way gold would shine. But when I looked closely, I could see the pure white mixed into it as well. It reached only as far as my collarbone, and was circular. I still could not decipher everything that Galadriel spoke. I had yet to look at the blade of the sword she gave her. I relished in the peace of the moment. I knew what was to take place soon, and I wished it never would. I glance nervously at Boromir. Even though he can be annoying a lot, it will still be sad when he is struck down. I wander if it's possibly something like that could change… No. Nothing different can happen.

I try to distract myself from those thoughts. A terrible sense of foreboding was in my mind, that couldn't shake. The Fellowship was going to be broken. There was nothing I could do to help it. It's different when you're actually living it. When you've met and gotten to know the people who's fate you know. Instead of thinking further on that, I listen to Gimli tell Legolas of Galadriel's gift to him. I smile as I hear Gimli tell him that he asked for a single strand of her hair, and she gave him three.

We took a break and pulled to shore to set up camp. I shakily step out of the boat, almost falling in the process. Eventually I gain my balance and stand, minding my side. I walk over to sit against a tree, covering myself from the chilly air with the elven cloak we were all given before we departed the wood. I would sleep, but instead I just sat in silence, letting my mind wander. I listen to the small conversations going on around me, as the hobbits discuss the Shire in such a way, it makes me yearn for it, even though I have never seen it before. I am suddenly aware of someone approaching.

"Alana" I notice it's Legolas.

I look up at him and quietly ask, "What's up?"

He looks confused turns his head towards the sky. I instantly realize my mistake.

"Oh, it is a saying where I am from. What is it?"

He then looks slightly less confused and replies, "I realize you do not have a bow of your own. Here, you shall have my old one." He says as he holds up the beautiful bow he used previously. I take it in my hand uncertainly.

"Are you sure it is alright..?" I inquire.

He simply says, "Yes, it is fine. I will not need it, and it will fit you better than the one you use now."

I know that he is right. Aragorn's bow has served well, but it's not the right size for me. I take the bow gratefully.

"The necklace the lady Galadriel gave you has great beauty." He says, almost out of nowhere, motioning to my neck. It catches me off guard.

"Thank you, Legolas." I say softly as I touch the jewelry. Suddenly a question comes to mind I've wanted to ask somebody. "Legolas, do you think the name 'Alana' suits me? It is not the name I went by before. At home, I was called Margaret."

He observes me for a moment before replying, "I think 'Alana' suits you more, for its meaning describes you very well." He speaks with a grin while staring at the stares, but Alana doesn't see this. She does, notice the tenderness in his voice.

"So what does "Alana" mean?" I ask, now curious.

He looks at me for a moment before he replies almost with indifference, losing the tenderness that was there before, seeming to hide something behind his words. "It is a name that suits you well." And with that, he gives me a nod of acknowledgement, and turns to walk away.

Feeling a little off-put, I examine the bow while my thoughts wander. The bow truly is beautiful, and will most likely fit me better. I look down at the necklace Galadriel gave to me. I gaze in wonder at its color and design. How could I deserve to wear something of such beauty?

"It truly is beautiful" a voice startles me. I look to my side and see Aragorn sitting near me, and I realize he must have been watching me the entire time, including my encounter with Legolas, the thought causing color to tint my cheeks slightly.

"It suits you very well." He says, motioning towards my necklace.

I touch it again as I reply, "Thank you." After a moment I ask, "Aragorn, what does 'Alana' mean?"

He looks up towards the river, with a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

"I do not think I am the one to tell you that." He replies. I, being unsatisfied with the answer lean back and sigh with annoyance and confusion.

"Have it your way then" I say with some humor in my voice.

I pick up my sword and examine it. The pearl colored handle shone brightly in the half-light. I slowly unsheathe it, revealing a very fine blade, smooth with some sort of elvish engraving laced up towards the tip. I stare at it in awe and wander. I don't know how I am going to be able to use such a blade. Do I really deserve these gifts? I feel as though I'm interrupting the story with everything I've been involved in. I try to think of a way I can make this quest better. Maybe I could prevent Boromir's death!

No. You know you can't do that. He has to die; it's what leads to so many other points in the story.

My thoughts argue back quickly to the idea. I know I can't change something like that. It would be too severe of a change, risking too much. I take a glance to the Man of Gondor. He sits, seemingly restless, with a lot on his mind. I assume it is the ring, as he keeps glancing in Frodo's sleeping figure's direction. A voice interrupts my thoughts, as I completely forgot Aragorn is still next to me. He caught me suspiciously glancing towards Boromir.

"Do you not trust his intentions?" He asks, catching me off guard.

Hesitantly I reply, "I trust in him, though his mind is clouded. The Ring is affecting him."

Aragorn looks to the now sleeping figure, and back at me and says, "I agree with that. For I too have heard It's call, but I have been able to ignore it. Though he is too curious about it for his own good."

I'm surprised he's sharing this with me. Then I realize that we've traveled together since before we even arrived to Rivendell. Of course he'll be willing enough to trust me a little.

Then I say, "I suppose we must wait and see where his intentions lie, before we make too many judgments." I feel slightly defensive for Boromir. We haven't really talked, but he is a good man at heart.

"I agree." was all Aragorn said as he offered me a goodnight and retired to his sleeping roll. I lay my head back and close my eyes.

My dreams are dark. I don't even know what was happening, but I felt trapped, encaged, stuck. That was something I could not handle. I felt as though dark figures were surrounding me. I couldn't do anything, not even move. I can't do anything.

I wake up with a start, noticing that it is still slightly dark. I catch my breath and try to calm myself. I can't remember the dream fully, but I remembered enough of it to make me shudder. It was all fear, all around me. I shakily stood and brushed off my tunic. I saw that it was Legolas's turn to keep watch. When I know that I won't be able to find sleep again, I walked over to where he was sitting and took a seat near him. He doesn't look at me as he says,

"You should be resting." His voice is stern as he looks into the sky.

"I couldn't. My dreams kept me up." I answer, almost defiantly. "Besides, I am rested enough." I add.

He doesn't reply to this. Instead he continues observing nearly everything else, but me, right next to him. I instantly feel dumb for thinking like that.

He's an elf! He doesn't like me that way! I sigh as I notice the sun is rising, and I stand to go and gather my things together.

I put the bow Legolas gave me on my back, and my sword at my waist. I cannot tell if today is the day that we will be attacked by Uruk-Kai. We load the boats fairly quickly.

I make eye contact with Legolas, and I smile in greeting, but he turns his gaze quickly from mine. I can't help the feeling of disappointment bubbling inside me.

I ride in a boat different than before, with Aragorn. I sit in the middle, and watch the scenes before my eyes. I fiddle with my shirt, realizing how much weight I've lost. Not eating much and constantly moving will do that, I guess. I run my hands through my hair, brushing it out with my fingers. I'm worried of how dirty it looks, but then again, most people here don't bath that often anyway, so the probably don't notice if it were. I look around and realize something. Legolas has seemed to be avoiding me… I feel foolish to be thinking of something like that, but it was just an odd feeling. He reacted differently to me earlier that morning. I push the thought away.

I hear Aragorn say something that I didn't catch. But I realize that he's pointing to the huge statues of great kings of men on either side of the river. We stare at them in awe, and intimidation. The feeling suddenly comes to me. I know for sure that the next time we break, we will meet peril.

It is a long time later into the day when I notice we are pulling aside to the shore. I stay silent as I watch everyone unload. I simply sigh as I check to make sure I have a full quiver of arrows before helping unload. I sit and take a bite of some Lembas, thinking. Then when I look up, I see Frodo missing from where he was standing only moments ago. Along with the Man of Gondor, with his helmet and gear leaned against a tree.

"Where's Frodo?" Aragorn asks, becoming noticeably worried. I see his gaze travel to Boromir's things, and he instantly understands. I stand as everyone else looks around. When I see Aragorn head in one direction, me, not knowing what I was doing, followed him blindly. I know that Aragorn is going to find Frodo. But I have to know where Boromir is. I race in a random direction, ignoring the pain in my side that is still there. I hear my name being called back from the shore, but I don't look back.