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Not five minutes later, after I'd finished my business with Mother Nature, a commotion could be heard at the gate. The name Aragorn was repeated, and the sound waves wafted into my ears as I sat in my corner from before. He's alive… I jumped to my feet and ran down the stairs.

Gimli was already there, expressing his joy at Aragorn's return.

"Gimli," the ranger gently pealed the dwarf off of his body, "where is the-"

My body hit his with extreme force, blowing him away from Gimli, and into Brego. The horse neighed his discomfort at being hit after such a long run and side stepped. Aragorn staggered around, the air in his lungs crushed out of him from my impact. He grunted in pain.

I wrapped my arms around his damp and beaten thin form. "Don't you ever do that to me again, jack ass. Not cool." My face was hid in the front of his jerkin, and the few tears that slipped out were lost in the dampness of his clothing.

"Greetings to you too, Elevain." There were hints of pain traced in his voice. "It is good to see you too." He gave my shoulders a squeeze before pulling back to look at me tiredly.

I punched his chest. "Next time you plan on falling off a cliff and pretending to die, let us know that you'll still be alive and just playing a prank."

He winced.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" my fingers fluttered a bit.

He rolled his eyes. "Elevain, I fell off a cliff. Would you not be in pain if you did so as well?"

"I'd probably be dead, actually. You're lucky." I fixed his cape from Lorien, pulling it over his shoulders and refastening it with the leaf pin. "Do you still have Pippin's broach?"

"Do you still have Boromir's?"

I glanced sharply at his face. "I'm influencing your speech faster than you are mine." My eyes wandered to his hair. "You know that's going to be a beast trying to untangle."

"I think I'll live. And yes, I do have Pippin's broach. Here, perhaps it would be best if you kept it safe for him." He pulled the green leaf broach from a pouch and dropped it into my hands. "Where is the king?"

I swallowed, forgetting myself and gripping the leaf tightly. "This way. Gimli, wanna come?"

The dwarf rolled his eyes at me, and followed us to the main hall where we ran into Legolas.

The elf had a small grin on his face, and relief in his clear blue eyes. "Le abdollen." (You're late.)

I looked at my love weirdly, knowing that yesterday he was just as worried as I was.

"You look terrible."

They laughed and Legolas returned Aragorn's necklace, and I sighed. I could feel a headache coming on, and I wished so badly for my Zoloft. It was going to be a long night.

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As night fell, I helped get the women and children into the caves before slipping away from an upset and rather angry Eowyn and down to the armory. Aragorn pushed past me on his way out just as I made my way in. his face was set and his jaw was clenched angrily. I looked over at Legolas and Gimli, confused. They couldn't possibly have just had their stupid argument, could they?

Legolas' frustrated eyes and Gimli's sympathetic face said they did.

I groaned and pushed my way through the throng of boys and men to my companions. "What's wrong with Aragorn?"

"They had a bit of an argument," Gimli replied, lowering his voice.

"An argument. You, a prince, had an argument with the aran of Gondor. Your best friend. Seriously? You weren't arguing over a rock were you?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

He sighed heavily, seemingly annoyed. "No, Elevain, we were not arguing over a rock. It matters not what we argued over. We must prepare for the battle."

"Oh you are so difficult. How could you do something as ridiculous as have an argument with your best friend right before a battle? Ik hou van je Legolas, echt waar. Maar hoe kun je dit nou maken!? Als wij nu niet bij elkaar zijn is de strijd verloren!" (Translation: I love you Legolas, I really do. But how can you do this now!? If we are divided now the battle is lost!) I stopped talking, suddenly aware that I had started talking in Dutch. Why was everything suddenly just coming back at me? Why now? There goes my cover.

Brilliant.

I started to strap on a leather shoulder pad to either of my shoulders.

Legolas looked at me with confusion written on his face. Gimli was just as confused, maybe even adorably so with his head cocked to the side. Just don't tell him I said that. He'll lop my head off with his axe personally. I could feel Legolas trying to enter my mind, to find out what was going on and I pushed him out.

"Elevain don't push me out. What is going on? All of a sudden you start talking about Mother Nature, and how you need Zoloft and have panic attacks and then speak in a language unknown to even me? It is not evil as far as I can tell, though it sounds like the black tongue." His voice was below a whisper, hard even for Gimli to hear and he was standing right next to us. Legolas' voice was becoming angered and cold.

"It's nothing Legolas," I retorted, my voice becoming just as cold and lethal. "Drop it."

"There is something you're not telling me Elevain, something you haven't told any of us. Tell us. Now."

"Drop it."

"How can you expect us to listen to you and respect you when you won't even tell us where you're from? What are you hiding Elevain?"

Legolas snapped at me. He actually raised his voice and snapped at me. Once again the entire room went silent as every boy and man turned to the three of us standing in a corner.

My eyes narrowed threateningly and I clenched my jaw tightly. "Fine." My voice was unnaturally cold and emotionless. "You want to know what I'm hiding? I'll tell you. I'm not from Middle Earth. I'm not from the Grey Havens. I'm from an entirely different universe where all of this is nothing but stories and lore to entertain small children."

I tightened my belt around my waist so that Aerobeleth was pressed against my hip.

"I was with some friends when I got into an accident. Next thing I knew, I woke up right next to you. And you know what, for a while I was glad I did, glad that I could actually meet all of you and help in any way I possibly could. For Valar's sake, I don't even know if I'm going to wake up and this will all have just been a dream or if I will die or if I'm dead back in my own world or if suddenly I'm just going to be sent back! I'm not an elf. I'm becoming an elf, I was in an elves body when I arrived and I can understand and speak elvish, and I can heal like I'm an elf but I'm not! I'm mortal, Legolas. I have periods, I have a mental health issue, and I can't control my temper and become highly emotionally compromised!"

I tightened the strap of my quiver and twin knives across my chest, perhaps a little too tightly.

"My name is Elevain Furr, and I'm from Northern England, the United Kingdom, Europe, Earth, found in the Solar System on the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy. I live with my two best friends Mandy and Amanda and work as an assistant to my sword and archery master. That iswhat I'm not telling you."

I strung my bow flawlessly, ignoring the fact that everyone was staring at me.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, I was only trying to protect myself. Now if you'll excuse me, sire, I have to get ready for a battle."

He was angry with me. I knew he was, I could feel anger and frustration rolling off him in waves. My head was pounding. What I didn't notice was Gimli's look of shocked confusion and how empty the armory had become in the last few minutes. At the entrance I turned back to my companions.

"If you could, I suggest you patch things up with Aragorn, so that once this bloody battle is over we can resume looking for the perians." I left the room, seething and broken. I ignored the inquiring looks I received, I ignored Vukmyl and Vratislav, I ignored even Aragorn, making my way to some secluded spot where I could just be alone.

I was so upset with myself, so hurt by the fact that I probably just hurt Legolas, so hurt that Legolas had snapped at me. My pacing increased in speed. I hoped to Valar I wouldn't die tonight, that I wouldn't be sent back to England anytime soon. As angry as I was with him, I still loved Legolas more than anything, and I needed him beside me. I needed to apologize-and he did too-and I needed to know that he still loved me. My anger soon turned into tears and I pounded the stone wall in front of me, leaning my warm face against the cool rocks. How could I possibly have screwed something up so much that I hurt not only myself, but the one I loved more than anything? I nearly screamed in rage. Key word being nearly. It was at that moment that I heard the sound that always made me smile at this point of the movie, the sound that told me also that one of the worst events was about to take place, the sound that I hoped beyond belief that I would and wouldn't hear at the same time.

The sound of the horn that signaled the host of elves coming from Lothlorien.

I whipped around and ran, once again forgetting myself, blowing past Legolas, Gimli, Aragorn and the King of Rohan down the stairs, bowling into Haldir, hugging his armored torso tightly.

He slowly hugged me back, and I could almost feel him smiling as his arms wrapped around me.

Aragorn coughed a small laugh, Gimli following suit. Waves of jealousy-seriously?- and, what was that, contempt?, rolled off of Legolas. I could feel them in my mind.

"Well," Haldir said at length, "I can see your leg is better Lady Elevain."