OK so here we are with chapter 8! I wasn't really sure about what this chapter would be like and I still am not 100% sure of it so if you'd review and tell me what you thought I'd love to hear it! Good and bad! ^.^

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Lord of the Rings, only Freya and Chaos


Freya...

The familiar voice came as a distant whisper in my darkness, the only sound that echoed in my mind. I had heard other voices before now, but they were to quiet to make out.

Freya?

The voice said, louder this time. Who was it? Who was calling me...? I wanted to open my eyes to see who was waking me from my needed slumber but couldn't find the strength to open my eyes, it was as if my brain was cut off from the rest of my body, I told it to move, to open my eyes, but it just wouldn't respond, it was like trying to move a bloody rock with only your will and mind. I heard the voice again...

Who the hell is it? I know that voice, I know I do, I thought to myself.

FREYA, WAKE UP YOU LAZY CREEP! I'm bored out of my tree and need to have a bit of fun which these pointy-eared weirdo's don't seem to know the definition of! C'mon! I'm dying over here!

Oh, its Chaos...I thought, only he would say that when I'm like this...

Throwing all my strength into opening my eyes, they slowing cracked open to let in streaming white light on my light deprived eyes. Blinking a few times to get the sleepy crud out of my eyes I stared up at the massive black wolf that was now residing on my bed looking down at me with a scowling pout on his face, his amber eyes narrowed and ears alert, as he bent down to me.

Well it's about fucking time, Freya! You do realise you left me alone here with these freaks who make me wipe my paws when coming into the house, they even make me clean my coat every morning so that I look presentable! I'm a Katagan for fuck sake, and there they are acting like they're all that and in that time I was alone without you thinking that I was going to stay on my own if you didn't wake up! With every word, Chaos was becoming more distressed and upset, and through my sleepy vision, I was sure I saw tears in his big eyes.

If you didn't wake up, I'd be alone again and I'd have to wipe my paws and clean my coat and eat lembas bread and get blonde hair and and... He was hiccupping now. I didn't know what to say, I just put my strength into raising my arms around his big furry neck and held him as closely as I could. I felt him put his head on my shoulder as he continued to cry, his snout burying into my shoulder and small upset whimpers escaping his mouth,

I thought you weren't going to wake up Freya, I..I thought I'd lost you when I swore I'd look after you. The Elves, they thought you wouldn't wake up but I, I didn't let them stop looking after you I swear I didn't, I would have myself but don't have any of those thumb things.

I just held his big trembling form as he relaxed, but I couldn't find the strength to speak, my head was pounding and I ached all over, what a surprise.

Chaos promises, Chaos swears, he will never let you get hurt again, never again, never again, I promise. He whimpered over and over again.

"Shh, it's OK Chaos, its OK champ," I croaked, my throat dry, "I'm not going anywhere soon, not yet anyway." I stroked his soft fur as he relaxed, his breathing becoming even again.

But seriously, I am bored, so when can we play that rugby you told me about? He joked, feeling more like the old and foolish Chaos. He got up and off the bed and raised one of his paws to his eyes and gave them a swipe, getting rid of all the wetness there, a slightly embarrassed look on his face,

I suppose I should let you "rest", he said as he turned to the door.

'Chaos?' I whispered, he turned around, 'can you stay here for a little while, I don't want to be alone at the moment.' His eyes lighting up he bounded over to the bed again, laying his front paws and head on the bed beside me, while sitting on the marble floor.

Soooo, whatcha wanna do? He said happily; glad to have some decent company with him.

I looked up wondering the same thing when a thought came to me, 'I spy with my little eye something that's... round."

Chaos tilted his head,

What are we playing? Can it eat it? He asked, excitedly.

Rolling my eyes I replied, 'We're playing I Spy, it's where you think of something and the other person or wolf in this case, has to find out what it is, and no you can't eat it.'

Hmm OK, something round... eh Sam?

'Chaos! That's mean! No, try again.' I chastised him.

OK, OK! Em a rock?

'C'mon Chaos, be creative, what's round and is in this room right now.'

One of Chaos' eyebrows arched as his head flew up; glad there was something to hunt down in some manner. Standing up he rummaged around the room, which gave me time to look around it.

The room itself looked quite big, and it only looked bigger with the wall length door that opened onto a balcony, clean golden sunlight streaming in contently, making the room look even more cheerful. To my right was a quaint little bedside stand where a beautifully sculpted jug (which was what Chaos was supposed to be searching for) stood, with a vase of lilies that complimented the golden walls and were so vibrant that you would think they would start talking to you. Chaos was now sticking his head into a large oak wardrobe with more Celtic swirls and animals were carved, were different types of dress wear was placed, I couldn't tell what was what exactly because of Chaos' massive ass in the way. I myself, was in a lovely bed with white cotton (now crumpled thanks to Chaos) sheets and soft feather pillows. Above my head on the pale gold ceiling there was a type of chandelier, or at least I thought it was. The ornate design was shaped like a grape vine as it slinked and twisted into a beautiful, nearly Celtic shape, and on top were four large candles. Of course, they weren't lit giving the time of day, which made me wonder what day it actually was.

Bolting up right, my last memories came swarming into clarity,

Shit, aw shit shit shit shit SHIT! Frodo? Where is he? Why didn't Chaos say anything? Is it because he didn't want me to find out about something? Oh God he isn't... I couldn't finish the thought, he could be. Forgetting my pounding headache, I fell out of bed, standing much too quickly and just stayed still, partially waiting for the dizzy spell to pass and partially so that there wasn't three doors in front of me. After one too many minutes I made my escape down the corridor, my stiff neck and body screaming in protest as I pushed it too far. Outside in the hallway I looked right and left frantically, 'OK instincts I know you don't like me but just this once, left, right, left, right, LEFT!' I said as I raced down the corridor only to come to another set of corridors, five of them to be exact, a labyrinth on passages, two that appeared to be stairways, one up and one down, the others were just other hallways. Clicking my tongue in confusion I ran down the stairs, into a beautiful garden but I didn't stop to admire the scenery. The garden was another maze and as I ran, my lungs on fire I jogged past two figures without a second glance, 'Freya!' a voice behind me said.

Looking quickly behind me I saw Aragorn and a tall, blonde man standing gracefully beside him. Suddenly, I tripped over the corner of one of the many penistles in the garden and fell flat on my face at the side of a crystal pond where the strange looking fish swam off in fear.

'Freya! Are you OK?' Aragorn called and I heard two sets of footsteps running to my side. Groaning I sat up, my cheeks flamed in embarrassment, 'Note to self, keep eyes on road when running.'

Rubbing me head, a pale, perfect masculine hand and pair of leather boots appeared in my line of vision. Looking up, my jaw dropped. Above me was a God incarnate, the hand belonged to the most gorgeous man I had ever seen in my life, his lean, muscular body was slightly bent over as he reached down to me, his sapphire blue eyes bore into. Golden hair spilled from his head except for a piece on the right side of his head, the piece was an unusual chocolate colour and it was pulled back into a braid at the back of his head, showing his braid to be blond and brown at the same time. It was then I noticed the two delicately pointed ears. An Elf. He was an Elf? How did I not guess that? Concern ringed in his light eyes as he raised his dark brows and looked at his hand before whispering in a musical voice, 'Milady, I think it would be wise for you to take my hand,' A smile now playing at the corner of his perfect lips. Realising what an idiot I must look like, I shook my head and stood up, without taking his hand, as much as I wanted to.

With me now above him he looked up at me with one brow arched, and surprise lingering in his eyes as he stood, towering above me, which I found to be strange considering my height. Not many guys were much taller than me but he, he seemed to be an exception, 'Em, thanks but I think I can manage.' I said taking a step away from the closeness of or bodies and another look of surprise crossed his face,

'Not many maidens would stand on their own, nor would I let them, so for that you have made me feel bad about myself for allowing you to get up on your own,' he said gently as his smile left his face.

'Oh, no it's grand honestly, I mean, I don't want to make you feel bad I promise, but I'm not hurt so I could get up on my own I swear-' I stopped midsentence as a smile spread across his face. Exhaling, I ran my hand through me hair, 'You're making fun of me aren't you?' I said in realisation.

'Oh believe me, I'd be much too frightened to tease a maiden like you.'

'Like me?' I asked in confusion.

'You're not like other maidens, milady. You have a fire in you, you're something different to what I'm used to. Like a fallen angel, you hold a great deal of strength, for what I can see' He said, 'and having that big hound prowling behind me, who I am assuming is yours doesn't hurt either.'

My eyes widening, I tore my gaze from his to look behind him and saw Chaos and Aragorn, Chaos growling with his ears back and Aragorn with an amused look on his face. Trying to contain my embarrassment, I turned to Aragorn to change the subject, to a much more important one, 'Aragorn, where is Frodo? Please, just tell me.' I said, bravely, or at least I hoped was bravely.

Aragorn, surprised that at the sudden change in atmosphere answered cautiously, 'He's with Sam, or Gandalf, I'm not too sure, I haven't yet seen him, but Lord Elrond has assured me that he has woken up and will be fine.'

Sighing in relief, I silently thanked whatever God was listening, 'Do you know where I could find the other hobbits then? They might know where he is.' I asked, I could feel the Elf's gaze on me and it was making me feel, slightly uncomfortable, but strangely, I like it. Normally I hated when people stared at me, it made me self-conscious, which I still was terribly. Plus normally, people didn't like it when I looked at them, the whole strange eyes thing, be this...Elf seemed unfazed by them.

There was an awkward silence as I thought about the Elf's eyes that hadn't left me yet before I broke it, 'OK so, well then I'm off.' And with that I shuffled quickly over to Chaos who was still glaring at the Elf. We turned to leave but I was stopped dead in my tracks when the delicate voice filled my ears, 'But milady, you haven't given me your name, how will I know who you are without a name?'

Biting my lip, thinking what to do, I wasn't good at the whole "talking to guys thing" only guy friends I could talk to, like Aragorn.

Turning, 'My name, eh yeah, em, it's Freya. And yours?' I asked, a question I had been wanting to sak him.

Smiling he replied, 'Lady Freya, my name is Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood.' He bowed to me.

My jaw dropped again, no fucking way, no way! This guy was Legolas? Well he had the looks definitely, but still, Legolas?

'Oh, Legolas, well it was eh nice to meet you, and err, just for next time, I am no lady.'

'So there will be a next time?' he smiled.

'Oh em I err I... I don't know.' I mentally kicked myself.

'Well, let's hope there is,' he said quietly as he smiled again the playfulness still in his eyes.

'Right, OK, well bye!'

I ran from there, trust me to make a complete idiot out of myself in front of Legolas. I would though wouldn't I? Shaking him out of my head, there were more important things to worry about than the gorgeous Elf. Stopping short, I forgot to get Aragorn's answer as to where the other hobbits where.

No way am I going back there, keep away from him, Freya, anyone who looks like that can only be trouble for girls with already fragile hearts like mine.

As I thought this, I ran back inside the house or palace as it was beginning to look like. Skidding to a halt on one of the terraces I saw Frodo, sitting on a soft chair talking intently to Gandalf. Gandalf! I stormed over, 'Where the fuck have you been?' I practically yelled, 'Have you any idea what Frodo's been through because you never showed up? Well? He got fucking stabbed! And poisoned did I mention that?'

Gandalf was just looking at me patiently as I ranted on and on. It was then that I noticed how tired and drawn he looked. I stopped, remembering the book, I really should do that more often, 'Oh, Saruman right, sorry.' I said quietly.

A sparkle appeared in Gandalf's wise eyes, 'Frodo, why don't you go see your Uncle, he's here, just ask Lord Elrond where to go.'

'Bilbo is here! Where?' with that he ran off looking for Bilbo.

'So it is true, you do know what has and will happen.' Standing up he walked over to me, 'Who are you? What are you? Where are you from?' he said intensely.

Biting my lip, which was becoming a terrible habit of mine, I spilled everything that had happened, from the hiking accident to meeting Chaos to Lady Elisadria and all the while Gandalf watched with such a mystified expression on his face that I chose to stop there.

'Another world? Is there such a thing, and the journey of the Ring is a book? How is that so?' realisation dawned on his face as he spoke quietly, 'you know the faith of us all, don't you little one?'

I nodded, 'I didn't want to tell you.'

'You were right not to, who knows what would come about if we all knew our faith. I want you to promise me Freya, never to tell anyone about this, never a word. Who knows what catastrophes could be awaiting if you did,' I gulped, 'promise me Freya, not a word. For all our sakes.'

Contemplating what he was saying to me, I nodded, 'I promise.'

It was then that we were interrupted by a She-Elf, 'Lady Freya! Oh thank the heavens, when we couldn't find you in your bed we thought the worst.' Gracefully coming over to me she said, 'My name is Kylaf, and I have been assigned to be your handmaiden for your stay in Rivendell. Come, the feast starts soon, and we must get you ready.' With that she took my elbow and pulled me back to the room I had been staying in.

There was a large tub in the middle filled with steaming hot water. I sighed at the thought of being clean again.

Oh my God I must look like a complete state! In front of all the Elves too! I tried my best not to think about looking awful in front of a certain male Elf.

After the glorious bath, Kylaf braided my hair into an intricate design so that it fell in waves down my back with half pulled up in a complicated braid. I wasn't really into the whole "doing myself up thing", I never had any reason to but apparently it was required tonight as there would be many honoured guests coming,

'So why am I going then?' I asked as Kylaf picked out a suitable dress, deciding on a light blue silk dress that fell to the floor like water with a jewel encrusted bodice with diamond and sapphire like gems shining on it.

'Of course you are going! You saved the master Frodo, you must attend.'

I wasn't so sure...

Outside the door to the main hall where the feast was being held, I felt extremely self-conscious as I stood, trying to get myself to just open the door and go in. I paced in front of the doorway when I heard the soft padding of feet behind me. Turning I saw a slightly older Elf with dark hair and eyes, Lord Elrond, I assumed at the air of authority that surrounded him.

He looked at me in surprise, 'Lady Freya, why are you not at the feast? Are you ill?

'No no, it's just that well, I'm kind of afraid to go in...'

He looked even more surprised, but then offered me his arm, 'No lady should enter alone,' he said in a soft tone.

Smiling I took his arm, 'I'm no lady, Lord Elrond.'

'Here you are,' he said smiling as he opened the double doors into the hall.

The chatter stopped as we stood there, the silence looming as we made our way into the hall. I spotted Pippin and Merry who gave me two thumbs up and big smiles before I turned, looking as to where I was supposed to be sitting. Looking around at the magnificent hall, the was countless arches and balconies, the wood carved into wonderful shapes and pillars that surrounded the table where we were to be seated.

Elrond turned to me, 'You are to sit by Master Gimli, Freya, he's just over there.'

'Gimli! Where?' I loved Gimli in the books and couldn't wait to talk to him. I spotted him eating a leg of mutton, a small chubby fellow with long coarse red hair and a similar beard, his small eyes focsed on his food and ale.

Walking over I could feel many eyes on me, and one pair of familiar eyes that burned into the back of my neck. I didn't look around though, I wouldn't. Taking my seat beside Gimli, he stopped eating to look me up and down before jumping out of his seat and bowing low, 'Milady, tis an honour.' He said gruffly.

Charmed, I replied, smiling, 'Thank you Gimli, I'm Freya, not lady, just Freya.'

He grinned, 'As you wish, have you tried the mutton? Tis amazing.'

'Not yet, but I will, I'm a fully fledged carnivore, I love meat so let the feasting begin.' I said happily as I raised my glass of water to his tankard of ale. I don't drink, and I didn't intend on starting then. I always held to the belief that you didn't need alcohol to have a good time.

The night grew older and older and I was having a great time with Gimli, he was even more of a character than I had thought; his jokes and stories leaving me in stitches!

It was when I looked up and saw the blue eyes of Legolas looking at me that I stopped laughing. If it were possible, he looked even more handsome in his pale silver dress wear, his unusual hair once again tied back from his face but still falling over his shoulders in an elegant flow. He bore no smile now, he simply looked at Gimli, then me and then turned back to his own, the Elves who were sitting with him.

I didn't know what to think of it but something told me that perhaps now would be a good time to go to bed. Excusing myself and thanking Gimli for a wonderful time, I made my way out of the hall, once again feeling the searing heat of Legolas' stare as I left, and as I turned the corner out of the hall, I saw his now cold expression follow me as I left.


So? Was it any good? Since reading the novels, I was kinda torn about Legolas' hair colour since it isn't mentioned but because everyone is so used to his having blonde hair I put that in but then because he's Silvan I put in the piece of brown hair so that he'd be unique :P Please review!