Disclaimer: Once again and like you probably read a thousand times, I don't own any of the characters from Lord of the Rings. They belong to the talented Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien. Any other characters in this story, however, are mine, namely Cheyenne.

Rating: PG-13 for language, and things to come in later chapters. ^_~

Authors note: This is my first shot at writing a fanfic, so please be nice (again). ^_^' Sorry this chapter is a tad rushed, and I really sorry if it don't make sense. Please don't mind the very bad grammar in some parts. That's just how I talk. Once again revues are more than welcome, and I will post again as soon as possible. (Which I really don't think will be till next week cuz I'm grounded. I ain't even supposed to be on here now hehe)

Naught but a Whisper in the Wind

Chapter 2-More than alone

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Cheyenne stumbled backwards, her eyes wide and hand cupped over her mouth. She stared hard at the stranger, a million thoughts running through her head. What had just happed? Her hand seemed to pass right through him. But that couldn't be, there he was walking right in front of her. He was just as solid and real as she was, wasn't he?

'Of course he's real.' She thought to herself, 'I'm just totally losing it out here in this heat is all. I'm seeing things.' She quickly pushed the thought out of her mind and caught up with the man.

"S'cuse me, Mr.?" she asked in a small voice, but again he did not answer. 'I know I know if I stand in front of him than he'll have to stop. Ya that'll work.' Now agitated she jogged up the path and stood a few feet in front of the nearing stranger. When she realized the man still had his eyes shut, she closed her own and braced herself for a blow. But the blow never came; only a cool breeze and the man's sweet music was growing distant. Dumbstruck she opened her eyes, and being more than surprised not to see the man in front of her, she spun around to see him walking farther down the path. 'Waaa? Naw can't be….he musta just, just walked around me. Ya right, he musta walked around me….somehow.' she thought still trying to convince herself. Nervously she ran once more up to the man.

'One more try, just one more try and if this guy don't stop I'm given up. Just gonna lie down and wait for the vultures to come an eat me' she grumbled.

She looked up to the man, who had finally opened his eyes, and seemed to be looking around. With one last desperate attempt to get to civilization, she swung her arm out to stop him. He stopped but not because of her arm hitting him. To her disbelief he seemed to slip right past her arm.

"My dearest Wind must you honestly torture me so? Tis the third time you have plagued me with such a chill. Where might you be finding these cold gusts anyway?" His voice was as beautiful as face, and he seemed to be speaking to the air.

"Ok Buddy, number one I Am Not the wind!' Cheyenne was about to ripe her hair out at this guys 'stupidity'. "Number two." she started, stepping out in front of him "Why wont you stop for me?!" she was now whining and throwing a tantrum like a little three year old, but the man did not notice. He was looking up towards the sky muttering what sounded like gibberish to Cheyenne. "And number threeee…." She had started saying but cut her self off when she saw the side of his head.

"Hey you know you gots pointy ears?" she asked stupidly, pointing to the stranger's ears. "I've always wanted pointy ears myself, your lucky. They remind me of elves, that's why I like 'em. You know what elves are right? Like from the time of the Lord of the Rings, and there's some elves in that Harry Potter story too *cringe* but those ones are ugly or o I hear and I tell ya I wouldn't be surprised if that story was part of our history too….." She was blabbing as she walked alongside the stranger when a thought popped into her head. 'Naw he can be an elf….could he? Nah they died out millions a year a go' she looked at the stranger. 'Well he is dressed kinda strange, and he can sing real good an, he got the pointy ears and everything…hmmm many just maybe.' By now Cheyenne had totally lost it, between the heat, being completely lost and now with the thought of elves taking over her mind, she was gone. She picked up a stick out of the grass and grinned at she extended her arm to poke the mans ear, and screamed as she saw right before her eyes, her hand, stick and all pass right through him. It seemed as if he was whole and solid, and like she was just a mere shadow passing through him. She pulled her hand back and stared at it as if it were diseased. It looked solid again, and daringly she reached out for them man again. 'It's like I'm a ghost or something, only I ain't dead.' Her eyes went as wide as saucers at her last thought.

"Holy crap, holy shit, holy crap, holy shit." Cheyenne was in a total state of panic and walking around in circles. "I'm dead, I'm dead, I gotta be dea…wait…You stupid hallucination!" she yelled pointing the stick at the stranger's back. He had stared walking once again.

"Here I am having a breakdown and you're not even real! You're all in my head!" she screamed at the turned back as she hit her self in the head with the stick. "All in my oww head." she rubbed her head than out of frustration threw the stick at the man's back.

"Ai!" He jumped startled and looked around wildly. *"Ya naa ta?"* He seemed to be asking a question.

"Oh sure you felt that ya dumb elf" Cheyenne growled waving her arms in hope that maybe just maybe he would see her, and she had now come to the conclusion that he was indeed an elf. 'After all what else would explain his weird looking ness?' she had asked herself.

When the supposed elf didn't see anyone or get a reply to his call he took one more glance around before quickly whispering into the darkening sky

"Thank you dearest Wind for trying to warn me of the unseen danger. I am truly sorry for not taking heed." Before dashing off swiftly into the trees.

Cheyenne wailed "No, no no nooooo" she stumbled over to the grassier side of the path and set herself down. "Face it" she muttered half crying to herself, "You're stuck in a nightmare and there's no getting out. You're lost in a world that's long since passed and ya can't even talk to anyone. Now you alone, even more than alone….just like you've always wished." she whispered as the darkness of night fell to cover her tears.

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*Ya naa ta – Who is it?

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Once again sorry if this was in any way confusing, but I was rushing trying not to be caught on the computer. *turns red* I got grounded for not wearing a jacket. *huffs* My mother thinks I'm still 5. Anywho…..

Thanks Arayuldawen and Rosa for the reviews!!! When I first saw them I was like "OMG I actually got reviews *faint*" lol. Don't be surprised if there are more cliffhangers in later chapters…hehe sorry. ^_^'

Just so you all don't know I am writing this on how I kinda see myself, hence the whole "I hate my mother" thing. Believe me when I say we do not get along at all. So if ya's ever read something in the story about my "dearest" mother its probably cuz sumthing really got to me again. OK enough of my blabbing, I g2g study for my 5 thousand midterms I gotta take tomorrow. *sigh*

Oh an one more thing hehe sorry. Um anything in * * is elvish, anything in " " is spoken out loud, and ' ' is a thought.