Later that night Clara was sat quietly in her room. To be truthful she was quite bored. After a dinner together, the rest of the hobbit had gone their separate ways. Clara had hoped to talk with Frodo more but she had not the courage to ask him to stay. So instead he, Merry and Pippin had gone off somewhere to smoke a pipe. Rose had shyly asked Sam if he would take a walk with her and he had bashfully agreed. Amber and Lou had been very secretive on where they headed off. Clara had excused herself and headed back for her room, which she was now deeply regretting.

She thought back on all that had happened that day. So much. She'd woken up in the one placed she had wished to be more than anything. She'd met the people, hobbits and elves she'd dreamed of meeting. And yet something wasn't right. When she had imagined herself here it had always been the LOTRL's with her. The faerie hobbits going manic in Middle Earth. Now they were but not as they had all imagined. They didn't know who she was. It wasn't how she had wanted it to be. She thought about everything that had been said. How they had all talked during dinner. Not much because the food was so good and eating and talking at the same time was rather hard. She had told to all there, the story of her world. And she had told them all about the LOTRL's. Sighing she suddenly remembered something that she had said earlier.

"I'm not from this world?! How Hollywood was that!"

Clara looked around to see if there was anything to entertain her. There was nothing that caught her eye. Sighing she fell backwards on the bed. Then she laughed. She sat up again and, very unsteadily, stood up on the bed. She then proceeded to jump up and down, giggling madly and singing one of the LOTRL's favourite phrases, 'A Boom Boom'. She thought of the bouncing sheep they had all joked about and it made her laugh even harder. After a couple of minutes she stopped, breathing heavily and still giggling madly, clutching her stomach. She stepped backwards onto one of the pillows. It slid under her and she fell back. Clara stopped laughing as she landed and heard a sharp crack

"Uh oh." She said quietly.

Slowly she looked round at the statue she had been so impressed with earlier. Looking carefully at it, not noticing anything at first wrong with it. She looked down at her hand.

"Oh.bugger."

By it she saw a thumb. Looking back up at the statue she saw that they thumb from its right hand had broken off. She picked up the thumb and gingerly lifted it to the hand it came from.

"This is so bad.she said pointing out the bleedin' obvious!" Clara muttered to herself. "Right.you can explain. Yeah. Explain. Explain to them that you were bored go you decided to jump on their bed like a trampoline and then you accidentally broke their statue." She groaned. "Yeah. That'll work. Maybe I could stick it back."

Clara looked around for anything that would help her fix the statue. She couldn't see anything so she searched her pockets. She pulled out a couple of coins, some strawberry lip balm, a packet of chewing gum, some scraps of paper and a music shop card. Clara looked from her hand to the statue and back again.
"So do you believe her?" Asked Amber.

"Who?"

"Clara of course."

Lou was quiet as she contemplated this thought.

"I do. It's strange I know. I'm still slightly nervous if I'm to be honest. It's strange knowing that there's a different you in this whole new world. And also confusing. But I do believe her. What about you?"

"The same I guess. I know it's strange but there's just something in my head telling me to believe her. You know?" Said Amber

"I know. I feel the same."

"But it is also kind of fun that there's this different place."

"Kinda doody." Nodded Lou.

"Doody?"

"I don't know where I got that from." Said Lou, puzzled.

Both girls fell silent.

"Lou!" Said Amber in a hushed, excited whisper. "Look."

Lou looked where Amber was pointing. They were sat on a solid platform looking down on a lush green garden. Everything had been tended and cared for lovingly. She saw a tall, slender elf with long blond hair, making his way across the grass soundlessly. Each blade of grass he placed his foot on barely bent beneath him. He made his way over to a seat and sat down.

"He's so." Whispered Lou.

"I know." Finished Amber in a whisper.

"You don't think he saw us."

"No. Why would he look up here?"

The two girls continued to talk in whispers. They had seen him while they had walked about Rivendell. The elf sat quietly smiling to himself as he heard the two hobbits talk. He did not let on that he knew of their presence.

"Elves are just so." Sighed Lou.

"I know." Finished Amber again.

Lou gazed at him. Both had fallen for the elf immediately. His name was Legolas and he had travelled from Mirkwood to Rivendell for advice from Elrond on matters concerning his father.

"What do you think his name is?" Asked Lou.

"I don't know. But we have to find out." Replied Amber.
Clara looked at the contents held in her hand.

"Right.okay." She muttered to herself. "When they find out what I've done they're gonna be wiggy." She picked up the packet of chewing gum and looked at it. "And when they find out how I fixed it they're going to be so wigged that no amount of giggle juice is going to make them laugh!" She put the rest of the stuff back in her pocket and took out a stick of chewing gum, the packet being placed in her pocket also. Unwrapping the gum, she placed it in her mouth and started to chew. The flavour was strong and she could smell the spearmint. After the elven food she had just eaten the gum tasted vile compared and she felt slightly ill. After a minute or two she took it out of her mouth and squeezed it between her fingers till it became tacky. Then picking up the thumb, she stuck it on the broken end. Wincing as she did so, Clara placed the thumb back in its place on the hand.

For a moment she thought it wouldn't have stayed but as she slowly pulled her hands away from it, the thumb stayed where it was.

Clara breathed a sigh of relief.

From behind her came the sound of the door clicking and she spun round as it opened.
"It's a nice evening." Said Merry and he blew a smoke ring.

It floated into the air, gradually growing thinner and thinner and then was blown away by a light gust of wind. Pippin and Frodo looked on silently, each a pipe in hand. Pippin sighed contentedly.

"Indeed it is Meriadoc my dear friend. A quiet smoke on a warm evening in the city of he elves." He grinned. "Don't you agree Frodo?"

"Hmm?" Frodo shook himself from his thoughts.

Merry laughed.

"Seems like cousin Frodo is not content with our surroundings. Or has other things on his mind. Or even both."

Frodo smiled at his friends.

"You indeed are correct with one of your guesses. I am certainly content with where I am. But I do have things on my mind."

"And what would they be?" Asked Pippin.

"Things." Replied Frodo.

"Ah I see. Secrecy. Things he is unwilling to tell." Said Merry knowingly. "Could it be perhaps a certain hobbit who you have spent the past day with?"

Pippin laughed and Frodo smiled good-naturedly.

"Yet again you guess Merry." Frodo smiled. And then changing the subject he said. "But don't think I have not again noticed your secret glances at Lou."

Merry did not say anything. It had long been known by his two friends with him and Sam that he liked Lou but no one else did.

"Observant of you Frodo." He finally replied.

Pippin looked at each of them in turn.

"Well this certainly is a happy party. Frodo keeping to himself and Merry here looks like he is about to follow suit."

"I apologised." Smiled Frodo. "I shall be quiet no longer. Come Pippin. Shall you not sing a song with me?"

"I would be delighted Master Frodo."
Clara stared at the door as it opened. An elf entered and smiled. Clara laughed nervously.

"Good evening." Said the elf. "I am Valia. I have been told to see you and ask if you would like to take a bath after the long day."

"Bath. Oh great. Bath. Yes. Thank you. Bath." Stumbled Clara.

"Very well." Smiled Valia. "You will find it across the hall and a door down."

"You don't have strawberry soap do you?" Asked Clara quickly.

"Strawberry soap? No."

"Oh thank god." Said Clara quietly. "Thank you." She said to Valia.

Valia nodded and left the room. Clara winced as the door closed and she felt something fall on her foot. She turned and saw the thumb had detached itself from the hand. She looked at the statue.

"Oh sod off!" She said irritably.

"It's, err.a nice evening." Said Sam slowly.

"It is." Rose Replied.

Rose glanced at Sam and smiled. He did the same. Both blushed slightly and looked ahead. They carried on walking side by side along the path. Across the way they could see an elf walking gracefully along, almost gliding. As he did there seemed to be a glow about him. Like the light of the moon. Rose looked at Sam again and saw the wonder in his eyes as he looked upon the elf.

"They're amazing aren't they." She said softly.

"They are." Sam breathed and then he shook himself as if from a dream.

"I've only ever heard Bilbo tell a couple of stories about the elves but I never imagined them like they are."

"Mr Bilbo used to tell me hundreds of stories of his adventures and of the elves. He still will if he has a pipe in his hand and a mug of ale beside him." Said Sam.

"Maybe one day I would visit and you could ask Bilbo if he would tell us a tale?" Asked Rose hopefully.

"I'd like that." Smiled Sam.

"And then maybe you could take me around your garden." Added Rose.

"Well I.I could." Said Sam, stumbling over his words. Rose laughed pleasantly and he blushed. "I would love to."

Both smiled and together they continued walking through Rivendell.

Clara pulled the nightshirt over her head. She had had a bath and now started to put on her collection of jewellery. When she had done, she rubbed her head dry with the towel and walked towards the full-length mirror at one side of the room. It was standing in front of the mirror she realised that she did not have one thing.

"Hair gel!" She cried. "Oh Bollards!"

Having short hair she had relied on hair gel to keep her hair spiky and avoid the mocking laughs of those about her.

"Well elves. They're too nice to laugh.I think."

She rubbed he hair again with the towel and it was then that she realised it had changed.

"I've got curly hair!" And she looked and pointed mocking at the mirror. "That's right missy." Her reflection looked back at her." And without an place to buy frizz ease." She laughed to herself.

Running her fingers through her hair, she sighed. Then she turned and placed the towel down, picked up her own clothes and head for her room. She chucked her clothes at the bottom of her bed. Then, realised she wasn't at home, picked them up and placed them on a chair instead. With a jump she sat on the bed and pulled back the covers.

She sat and looked out through the arches into the dark. Even in the light from the candle about casting many shadows, Rivendell looked beautiful. She wished she were not alone. She wished he friend truly knew who she was. Knowing they were here but did not remember made it more upsetting.

Floating across the air came the sound of cheerful voices in song. She smiled to herself. Laying her head on the pillow, she closed her eyes and fell asleep to the sound of the hobbits voices ringing in her ears.