Elrohir stared silently outside with a feeling of remorse washing over him and trying to consume him. Must do something soon…but I don't want to hurt anyone…He was standing in the room of the young woman who had refused to give her name. Sunlight poured through onto the carpet.  Still the young lady had not stirred, and he was beginning to doubt she would all morning, but just as he was about to leave the room, he heard her gasp and watched as her eyes slowly rolled open. The girl knew she had dreamt some sort of poem in her sleep, but it's words slipped her memory.

            Who are you???He had tried to speak to her in her mind, as people often let go of secrets easier there than out loud. Elrohir had no idea why and decided it must be a human trait to be mistrustful, and always suspicious spies were near since she gave him the evil eye and kept quiet.

The girl was angry. Very angry. Because SHE HAD NOT been hurt. No, yet she felt her head, a pain sharply biting into her head. And there was only one explanation for a hangover…

"What the HELL did you do to make me go to sleep??? You know in Florida you would be arrested right now? You can not simply, just walk right up, and make someone go to sleep against there will…"-girl

"SILENCE!"-strange elf who looked exactly like the other one.

"You are under are care, sadly orks attacked and we could not have you awake during battle as all you would do would be a distraction, and not the enemy either, you'd probably go nuts and end up causing the death of hundreds of elves… (In her head the girl thought firmly, that there had not even been half a thousand elves, what a drama queen!!!)

"…So we put you to sleep and hid you in the brush and prayed to valar they wouldn't find, kill and rape you." (that's nice, the girl thought sarcastically)

"But we see your fine. So please meet the elf Gwendolyn in the other room for touchups."

So as if in a dream she walked into the other room.

"Hello."

"hi."

The elf immediately sat her down and before she knew it she was asleep again.  She woke up several hours later, startled.  Suddenly her head felt lighter!!!! Which caused her to look in the mirror. And scream.

"YOU MADE ME A RED HEAD!!!!!!!! WHEN I WAS ORIGINALLY A BLONDE BACK HOME!!!!!"

"We couldn't have you rivaling Arwen's dark hair nor Galadriel's yellow. So we dyed it red. It's really quite an honor, since red represents blood. May you always have your blood." Elves laughed, apparently some sort of joke. Girl stared in disbelief in the mirror hearing what sounded like thousands, but was actually just two dozen, outside the small room. She looked gorgeous.

Then just as quickly her vision of ethereal beauty vanished, and there she was again, or there the girl who's body was now her own was, for she remembered with more difficulty this time, that she had once lived a very different life…

"I thought you said you dyed my hair red!!!!"

"We did, we just dyed it back." Damn, it had been nice to look pretty again…given her a familiarity with her old surroundings.

"Seriously though, the hair, the beauty can all come back to you (Elladen, standing beside his brother was starting to feel the slight twitch of guilt in his stomach.) All you have to do is charm it. So that you win every heart. EVERY heart…or only one man's heart…

Margurite had no idea what the hell was going on. She was tired, the elvish naps inflicted by spells did nothing for her, except maybe to make her more tired. She needed a bath, clean clothes. And she wanted, could almost need the beauty. If she couldn't be blonde than red was second best…it certainly matched her green eyes well…

"What do I have to do to gat it back."

"You must win the human Aragorn's (she knew that name. She strongly suspected he was one of the men in that odd group, but the men and the dwarf had never introduced themselves, nor had she overheard their talking more than a little) heart. Right now he holds our sister's, but it would never work man/elf relations (racists jerks, she thought). Elves are immortal (Oh that explains it…) and human's are not. It is impossible. So while we send you to Rohan to meet with him an odd array of people he will be with (they still did not guess that she had even come close to the fellowship) we will find an elvish love for Arwen. That way it will all work out."

Author's note: Sorry, but that ended up being pretty damn long. Oh, and by the way, the only reason the twins know they will be in Rohan is because Galadriel saw Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli there and had told them (as they are her grandkids, and because Aragorn was close to them) and they had assumed the entire fellowship would be there. Also, sorry this took so long, and sorry about the whole name thing. I'm thinking of making some of the Rohan soldiers into reviwer's names but not sure. Anyways she won't fall for Legolas so don't worry, and I doubt very much that anyone could make the book version of Aragorn sway. Namarie!!! Until the next chapter…