A/N: I don't really know where I'm going with this…well I kinda do but…LOL. I'll be working on this as well as "The Watcher" at the same time so don't worry about. Quick disclaimer, the norm… only character that's mine is Phoenix. Well read, review and enjoy!

Chapter One

            Pippin's eyes shot open and he almost jumped out of the bed in a cold sweat. The dream he just had scared him to death. He looked around the large room, seeing that they were still in Rivendell.

            "What are you doing?" Merry asked groggily from the other side of the bed.

            "Nothing," Pippin replied. Merry simply nodded then rolled over and went back to his deep slumber. Pippin eased back into the bed and pulled the sheets to chin. He stared at the ceiling. He could hear crickets outside the open window and the water running from the creek.

            His mind wondered back to his nightmare. He had seen it happen…but yet it was fuzzy. Like a forgotten memory from long ago, but it seemed so real! He could feel the tears on his cheeks and the sob in his throat but now there was no evidence of anything happening. He told himself it was all a dream and slowly drifted into a light sleep.

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            Phoenix slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry but she could tell she was in a white room that was brightly lit with sunlight. The bed she was laying in was very large. As her vision focused she saw the room was quite large, very bright. There was a large balcony where she could see a whole city out side.

            "Good morning Miss," Phoenix turned to the female voice. The woman standing next to the bed was very tall, about seven feet from what she was guessing.

            "Umm…hi," Phoenix lifted herself up. "Where am I?"

            "Rivendell,"

            "Where is that?"

            "The Elf City, an eight day walk from Bree,"

            "Elf City?" Phoenix replied. "No that can't be…there are no such things as elves,"

            "You must have hit your head hard little Hobbit," the Elf replied almost laughing.

            "Hobbit? There are no such things as Hobbits or Elves. I am not a Hobbit! I am a human,"

            "Half human maybe," the Elf explained. "You lack the large feet."

            Phoenix threw the sheets off her body and jumped out of the bed. "I need to see a mirror." The Elf pointed to a large mirror on the other side of the bed. Phoenix scurried to the mirror and looked at herself. "No." her height from five foot seven was severely shrunken to a height of about four feet. Her straight brown hair changed to an unruly buddle of curly brown hair. Beneath the hair she could see her ears were pointed at the top. "But…I'm a human…my brother just died…I was at the creek…"

            "That's where I found you," the Elf said. "The creek water rushed from the canyon and washed you onto the shore. My name is Arwen." There was silence as Phoenix collected everything in her mind. It was that stone! She thought. "Do you have a name Miss?"

            "Phoenix…may I take a walk?"

            "Yes of course, if you need anything just ask for me," Phoenix nodded and solemnly walked out of the room.

            She walked down the steps, the cold stone under her feet made her shudder as she trudged down.