Hey guys, I'm back! Well, first, I would like to thank you all again for sticking with me here. There have been some chapters I look at and go "I can't BELIEVE I posted that, it's awful!" But you guys have responded really well, and that makes me super happy!

Second, I claim no ownership to the poem in here. I'm hoping everyone knows of Where the Sidewalk Ends and Mr. Shel Silverstein. His work, his poem, not mine. While we're at it, I don't own LOTR either...

-blah blah blah- Elladan's Thoughts.

Sasha slipped quietly out the door, not worrying about manners or impressions at this point. She was silent as she nearly collided into Glorfindel, who had been hovering around the door as "muscle" should he be needed. Elladan, who had risen in attempt to follow her was cut off at his knees.

"Leave her alone, Elladan." Glorfindel warned, "she's scared."

"Of what?"

Erestor rolled his eyes. Could his former pupil really be that thickheaded? "Of what, well let us examine this- shall we?"

Elladan wished he would fall into Mount Doom, and started singing a song in his head to drone out the advisor.

Ever clever, Elrond, deciding that Elladan would do well to listen to Erestor's lecture, went off in search of his latest addition. He found her, sitting on the steps facing the training fields.

"Am I really off my rocker?" She asked sadly. "Or more importantly, am I really dead?"

Elrond was quiet for a moment. He didn't have an answer for this girl. He did not foresee her arrival, therefore this must be some type of accident. But how, how?

"You can't help me, can you." It wasn't quite an accusation, just a quiet statement.

He turned to look at her. "Listen child, I promise I will figure out your purpose. No, I do not know why or how you have arrived to us. No, I have never heard of your home, or seen a lady in the clothes you were brought in with."

She put her head down, almost ashamed.

"But here is what I do know. You have friends in my sons, and in me. Trust in us, and we shall help you return to where you belong."

She looked at the elf lord timidly. He had an air of power and prestige around him. She had no doubt if he said something would happen, by God it would. She got the feeling people jumped for him.

"Oh Eru, he's going to torture her!" Elladan's voice rang out though the halls, looking for his new friend. "Erestor, this is all your fault!"

"Fear not, I've already eaten my share of hearts today," Lord Elrond winked at her, before offering his hand to help her up.

Elladan skidded around the corner and grabbed her away from his father. "I told you, nothing good comes out of these talks!" He whispered.

"I take it you're in trouble a lot?"

He grinned proudly. "That I am, my lady. That I am."

She rolled her eyes and pushed him away. "Lord Elrond," she called.

He turned to her.

"Do you really think I've got a purpose here?"

He shrugged slightly, "Anything can be. I shall help you to find out."

"Anything can be..." Sasha echoed, giving in and finally following Elladan outside. "Listen to the mustn't s child, listen to the dont's. Listen to the shouldnt's the impossibles, the wont's. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen child, anything can be."

"Did you just think of that right now?" Elladan grinned, "It's rather pleasing to the ear."

"Aw no, it's from a book back home. It's called Where the Sidewalk Ends. Just hearing your dad's 'anything can be' triggered it."

"Do you miss your home?" -Brilliant Elladan! Open mouth, insert foot, you idiot!-

"Yeah," she looked up at him sadly. "I do. Thanks for checking."

-Of course I am completely rude and insensitive, and you are completely lovely and accepting.-

"You can't read minds, can you?" He asked, double checking.

"What? No," She started to laugh, "What gave you that idea?"

He shrugged, "Just asking. I mean you do come from a different time, it's possible you may have gifts."

She plopped back down on the floor, leaning against a door and watched horses being brought back to their rooms in the stable. "Nope, well not that one at least."

"You do know you will get dirty sitting like that."

"Yep."

"And you do not mind?"

"Nope."

He smiled, and continued talking. "I apologize, my lady for being so overwhelming before. Earlier. At Bree."

"Why do you keep slipping all formal when you're saying something that could be uncomfortable?" She asked, completely skipping over his apology. "Am I really that threatening?"

"I did not realize I was doing it."

"Yeah, yeah," She smiled, "I think you did."

"I promise, I didn't."

"Yep, put it in writing."

He laughed, "I shall. And I'll write it myself! No making someone else do it for me."

"Wow, now that's power! I never could find someone else to do my assignments."

"Oh, now it is an assignment?"

"Ohh yeah" She winked, nearly toppling over. "In fact, I should make you write it over and over 100 times, then make a presentation."

"And what is the topic?"

"The topic is don't worry so much on protocol. You don't have to stand on occasion when you're saying something difficult. Hey, if I did that every time I brought up something someone didn't like, well I wouldn't even bother learning anyone's name. I'd be like My Lord this, My Lady that, forget individual names."

"Malia 'ten vasa?"

"Eh?"

He laughed, "I asked if you would care for some food.. Real food too. Not," he lowered his voice, "Not what Elrohir calls food."

"I don't know," She whispered back, trying to sound serious but failing in her mind. "Food may be how I died."

"Can I have yours then?"

"Sure, why do you need me if you're just going to eat mine?" She stuck her tongue out.

"Well, I don't need you," He raised a hand at the incredulous look she shot him, "But I want you to. Let me be your escort."

"Do you guys dress for dinner?" She motioned to her dirtier dress, "Or will I be ok?"

"You'll be fine," he laughed. "Everyone will be talking about me bringing the dirty lady."

"Oh, you are so going to regret that."