Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing of LOTR but I want to own it all, one day *Viva La Dream!*

A/N: Oh My, I should be doing homework but you know the way life is, homework, my story, Boromir, no Boromir. You do the math ^_^ BOROMIR IS PRETTY! Okay so R & R cause you know the more reviews I get the more chapters I write.

Chapter Five

Laurel looked over at the necklace that lay on the bed beside her. She was glad Boromir hadn't left it in the field, it seemed important to her even though it brought her into this mess. She gazed at it, it was almost hypnotic, the way the beautiful sunlight hit the blue stone. The tear drop form reminded her of something, though she wasn't really sure what. The entire necklace reminded her of something, something that was at the top of her mind but a little bit obscure so she couldn't really remember where from. Wanting to see how it looked she picked up the silver chain and brought it over to the vanity that stood near the window. She unclasped the chain and placed the necklace around her neck. The blue stone seemed to be extremely set off by the black tank top she wore, and since the blue stone's colour was brought out, her eyes were a vibrant blue, which only seemed to make her look much more different than she had ever looked while at home.

Admiring herself in the mirror she did a little pirouette and her brown hair fanned out around her. She smiled at the mirror and was glad she had gone through that two year nightmare with braces. It all seemed to have paid off. Being very vain, but also very happy she got lost in looking at herself in the mirror, appreciating many of her features and wondering if anyone else noticed some of them. Like the slight slope to her nose, or the tiny tilt to her blue eyes. And also thanking god that she had been blessed with good skin. (A/N: This is a vague idea of what I think my character looks like…. Just different coloring, also I don't know who this girl is, I saw her picture, thought she was pretty and put her in as my characters face. http://www.dreamwater.net/silvercobweb/diaryoct2.html)

As she was dancing around, an elven maiden had silently stepped into the room and was watching Laurel with a bemused look on her face. She remained silent until the young girl spun around again and in a whirl of hair caught a glimpse of a person watching her. Stopping mid-spin she looked up with the eyes of a deer caught in the headlights, and turning bright red trying to think of something to say. The woman, noticing Laurel's discomfort and embarrassment tried to save her form anymore.

"Hello Madame, I am terribly sorry to intrude, but I was sent by Lord Elrond to see if you needed any assistance perhaps some new clothing. He says you may need help so I was sent to give you anything you may need." She said, amazingly lifting the mood quickly and painlessly, though a pink tinge remained on Laurel's face. "Oh it is terribly rude of me, let me introduced myself, my name is Chey'leyra. You can call me Chey. It may be easier and much quicker to pronounce. And your name is Laurel, correct?" Asked Chey, to which Laurel nodded, wondering what she might need help with, just so she could keep someone around to talk to.

"Umm, Chey'leyra, umm Chey do you think you have anything else I might be able to wear, my clothes feel kind of, you know dirty, I've been in them for nearly two days. I really want to be able to just have something clean on." question Laurel hoping to maybe even get to wear a dress. Looking at Chey's she knew she'd probably be happy with anything the Elf gave her.

The elf looked her up and down, and seemed to be inspecting her over. Trying to figure something out, hopefully her size thought Laurel. When Chey gave an outburst of "Aha" and nearly flew out of the room. Confused but pretty certain that she would be back Laurel went and sat on the bed, kind of hoping that she would be quick, since Boromir would be back in awhile to take her to the dining hall where she would get her first full meal in over two days. Realizing her hunger, her stomach made a low growl, and brought on more hunger.

Right about when Laurel was going to start pacing around the room, Chey came back in with something beautiful in her arms. It was the colour of cream. Almost white but with just enough colour to not look pure white. Chey worked quickly and before Laurel even knew it the dress was on her and being fastened about in various parts, accentuating all of her curves and making her look extremely nice in her eyes. All of the ribbon that tied up the corset part of the dress and the ribbons that went up her arms were all a rich blue, like the colour of her eyes and the stone in the necklace. "What are the odds" thought Laurel smiling to herself knowing that she would never look this good ever again in her life.

Chey went into the armoire that was in her room, and cam out with what looked almost like tulle but much, much softer.

"Put it on underneath the white skirt. When you walk people will see only hints of the blue. It will bring out your eyes and you will stand out. Arwen will be jealous of the way you look in this dress, and she has only the best in the land." Chey smiled fondly at her, and the smile told her that she looked just as good as she thought she did. The wonderful elven woman handed her a pain of flat blue shoes, which Laurel slipped onto her feet and Chey began to comb Laurel's hair.

Once her hair was falling straight down her back into the ringlet curls that they always go into, like a child's. Laurel went over to the bed, the dress trailing along wonderfully and began to search through the contents of her purse. Found her container of Bonne Belle and was thankful that it too had not been ruined by the water. Once she had put it on she looked in the mirror and spun around smiling even wider at the reflection. (^_^ come on you would too!) Chey'leyra looked at her curiously but before she could ask Laurel the question that seemed to be begging to come out there was a knock on the door.

She went to go answer the door, knowing who would be waiting behind it. As she opened the door, she was ready to give Boromir a beautiful smile and thank him for coming to take her down to lunch but was sorely disappointed. Behind the door was not Boromir but Elrond. He looked down at her at gave her a very nice smile.

"I have come to take you down to lunch, Boromir had some very urgent business to deal with, but will be joining for luncheon. So if you would be so kind Madame do please follow me." said Lord Elrond in a very eloquent was of saying follow me. With his arm out in a loop like the gentlemen from before the 1900's.

Trying not to look to disappointed she smiled back at Elrond and gave him her arm. "Thank You, I suppose it is an honor to be brought down to supper by the Lord of the City." she said trying to sound pleased and charming all at the same time, without much practice.

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When she and Elrond arrived in the main dining chamber she felt absolutely tiny compared to the height of the ceiling and the height of the men around her. It appeared very quickly that she was one of the few women in the dining hall, and the only one sitting down to eat. As soon as she had entered the long table of boisterous men had quieted to a slight murmur as eyes followed her procession to where ever Elrond was going to place her. She managed to hold a weak smile upon her face but it was hard with some many eyes watching her.

Elrond quickly guided her to a chair placed next to a row of very small looking men, almost children and right beside the head of the table, beside Elrond himself. Across from her was a very good-looking guy, with blonde braids keeping his long hair out of his face, who also had pointed ears from what she could plainly see.

He smiled at her, and gave her a nod, which may have meant something but she didn't have any clue.

"Welcome all, I thank you for joining me and for the help your people will each serve through the hard times that will follow. I think in celebration and respect for those who will travel far to protect the people of Middle Earth we shall feast, enjoy your meal." concluded Elrond, as all of the people seemed to flow around the food on the table.

Laurel's eyes roamed around the table, looking over the faces that surrounded her. There were men there that ranged in all sizes and shapes seated around the table. There were some who were short and looked like they had been shrunk, and short ones that looked natural but more like children. The rest she could make out were mostly elves and men. She chanced to put her hand out and try to get some food before nothing was left. The little guy beside her was eating like some of the jocks at her school, as though this would be their last time eating and trying to stuff as much in as possible. She glanced up to see the nameless elf looking at her again, smiling she went back to her attempts at food.

"Are you possibly Laurel?" asked the elf across the table. Glancing up again she nodded and smiled.

"Yes, how did you know my name?" she asked. As cute as he may be, when someone you have never met knows your name, your allowed to be a little cautious.

"Lord Elrond spoke of you. He said you would accompany the fellowship for a way. To try and find your home correct?" he asked her as though she had some idea as to what was going on in this place. She nodded her head, remembering what Boromir had mentioned before about the nine travelers that she would follow, for a short time though she wasn't entirely certain of how they would find her home. Maybe they could help her, or maybe not. It all depended upon many things.

"Yes I think that is what I am doing, I am not entirely sure of what I am doing." she told him laughing. "What is your name?" she asked wanting to know if he was coming with the 'nine'. He seemed friendly and she didn't want to be sent away with some of the men sitting at the table.

" Legolas, I am a prince from Mirkwood, have you heard of it?" inquired the elf. Laurel supposed that he was completely unaware of the fact that she had no idea where she was, nor did she know any of the places that these people around kept mentioning.

"No I'm sorry, I really don't know where anything in this entire place is." she replied, somewhat afraid that he would find her stupid. When a little voice beside her rang in.

"Don't worry, I don't know where much is either. It's big ain't it?" she looked down to her right and saw a little face surrounded by little cherub curls. The cute little face that had previously been eating like mad. "My name's Peregrin Took, of the Shire, Do yah know where that is?" he asked her. When another little voice jumped right in. "'Course she don't Pip, Didn'tcha listen, she don't know where nothing is. My name's Meriadoc Brandybuck, but everyone call's me Merry, that's Pippin, he's not all that bright." added the other little creature.

Laurel, though know completely confused looked up to Legolas, as though looking for help, he gave her a "your on your own" kind of smile and she looked down over to the two little men.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to sound rude but what are you?" she inquired, it wasn't her fault that there were little men sitting next to her and she wanted to know what to call them.

"Oh s' alright, no one knows us that well, the elves and men call us halflings, but we call ourselves hobbits." replied Pippin, smiling up at her.

Just then the door opened and in walked two men, one who looked like an ancient ld man, the other was Boromir. He looked down the length of the table and saw Laurel, gave her a quick smile and continued to speak with the elderly man.

"Gandalf, come and join us!" called Elrond. Gandalf looked up from the quick and quiet discussion he had been having with Boromir and seemed to end it with one quick word. Boromir went and took a seat next to several older men. All of who quickly pulled Boromir into a heated discussion about something, they were to far away for Laurels ears to catch any of what they spoke of.

The older man, whom Elrond had called Gandalf strode down quickly to Elrond and glanced quickly at Laurel.

"So the girl awoke, that is fine news. I am glad to see that she is alright and will be healthy and able." said Gandalf smiling at her, and then quickly started asking Elrond questions about many things. They all spoke much to quickly for her to hear any of what was being said.

Through the rest of lunch she focused on the meal, unaware of the many sets of eyes that always went back to looking at her.

A/N: oh my goodness. Its late and I cannot believe how much I have written tonight! Fourteen pages and I feel as though I haven't written anything. I'm not sure how I feel about either of the chapters. Please give me a review. Things you want to see fixed, things you want to hear more of. I'm here to please! I've been struck with a muse and I want to get the hell out of Rivendell to start this adventure! So much to write, and school gets in my way! ^_^