In her sleep Azalea had a strange dream. She saw a bright light and felt a sudden warmth envelope
her entire body. Out of the light she saw a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and she seemed
to glow. Azalea could not understand her words but her voice held elegance and beauty, the only
word she understand was her own name. The strange woman then smiled at Azalea warmly and walked
over closer to her.

She then talked in a language that Azalea understood but it still held magnificence and beauty.

"Until our next meeting little one…do not be troubled by the future. All that does happen has a
purpose for doing so." With this being said she kissed Azalea's forehead and disappeared. All
Azalea saw again was light and then she got the sensation as if she was falling and screamed.

She woke up with a start and jumped up into a sitting position. Her surroundings looked different,
this was not her room. Where was she? She rubbed her eyes once more and looked around, she was not
scared but a bit startled. She looked down at her clothes.

'These are not mine,' she thought touching the soft light fabric nightshirt she was wearing. She
pushed back the elegant blankets and climbed out of the tall bed. The dream and the strange lady
still vivid in her head.

"What was that strange dream?", She asked herself aloud.

She was about to walk towards the door when she heard it open.

"Oh, you are finally awake," a young man said surprised. He had a very pleasant sounding voice and
had a boyishly handsome face. His face and build was that of a young man but he was only a few inches
taller than her, if that. He had messy sandy blonde curls and large bright hazel eyes.

"Who are you and where am I?", Azalea asked in a confused tone, eying the young man suspiciously.

"Oh, terribly sorry milady. I am Meriadoc Brandybuck, but you may call me Merry. It's much easier.
You are in Rivendell, we found you unconscious not far outside of her. So we brought you here to
be tended, me and my friends. What were you doing out their by yourself? A young hobbit girl should
not be traveling alone, especially not so far. And in such a dangerous time as this. Who are you?"
The young hobbit eyed her curiously and awaited her answer.

Azalea could not believe what she had just heard. Merry Brandybuck? Rivendell? He called her a hobbit?
She was practically bursting inside,she was really here with Merry and his friends. If this is a dream
I do not wish to wake up, she thought.

"Well?" Merry asked her with a smirk.

"Oh, sorry," she finally replied and blushed a bit. "I am Azalea Becker. And as for how I got here, I don't
really know. It is all a blur. I'm a little confused myself. I wish that I knew."

Merry gave the young girl a sympathetic look and went over to her and rubbed her back gently. "Well, it's alright now.
Rivendell is a safe place. Once you get dressed you can come and meet everyone, Lady Azalea. There should be a dress
for you laid out by the balcony."

"Thank you Merry, you may call me Zela if you like, by the way," she said and smiled.

"Very well….Zela. I like that, it sounds nice," Merry said sweetly and walked out, closing the door behind him.