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P.s. OK I have been informed by a review, that I have been spelling Rivendell wrong and I apologize. I am only 13 and stink at spelling… Heh-heh. Yeah well, I apologize for my mistake. And if you notice any more typing errors that I make please tell me. Um but, if you have a problem with the story line, then please don't read it.  If you don't like it, than that is fine with me. But please don't go out of your way just to say that my story is terrible, constructive criticism I like but pointless I don't. Thanks!

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In Lord Elronds' private study there was a large table set up along with 6 large chairs.  A fire was going in the big fireplace, making it seem even homier than it already was.  In 3 of the chairs sat people.  I recognized Elrond, but beside him sat a tall elf with blond hair and green eyes.  An older man with a tall pointed hat, and long white beard sat beside the blond. 'Gandalf.' I realized.  He had dancing eyes that surveyed Legolas and I.

Legolas led me to a seat beside Elrond and he sat beside me.  "Well. I believe that you already know Legolas, but I do not believe that you know King Thranduil.  He is the ruler of Mirkwood Forest.  This is Gandalf the White." Both inclined their heads at me and I smiled. A minute later Arwen rushed in, flushed.

" Sorry I was so late!" she sighed as she sat down beside Legolas. She smiled at me and brushed hair from her face.  Elrond smiled and Thranduil smirked.  I looked around and realized that everyone was smiling at some inside joke.  I rolled my eyes and Gandalf turned to me.

" Before your parents handed you to me they made sure I placed an enchantment on you, so that you could not be easily recognized.  I can take off the spell if you wish, and if it does come off you will also have all of the qualities of an elf.  The enchantment that I placed on you masked all of it, to ensure your safety."

All eyes were on me as I shifted uncomfortable. I wanted to do it, but was not to sure what I would find. I glanced up to Arwen who nodded and grinned. I looked up and nodded. "Yeah I want to.  But how- drastic will it be?"

Gandalf laughed. "Not drastic at all.  You will only barely be able to tell the difference. Pointed ears, taller, thinner, I do not know all of what you will look like since I have not seen you for 17 years. Perhaps after we have eaten I can take off the enchantment."

I nodded and a tall slim elf came in and set down some food. The meal was quiet for the most part, with some idle chatting here and there. I kept out of the talk as much as I could, trying to remember any thing that I could about my childhood. Nothing. It was aggravating that I had lived my life, believing that the books and all of the characters, were just figments of J.R.R. Tolkiens imagination. How did he think up all of this?

"Erm. Gandalf, have you ever heard of a man called J.R.R. Tolkien? He is a man who lived in my world." I paused and took a bite of my rabbit. Gandalf looked at me in surprise.

"Yes, there was a man by the name of that. But I was under the impression that he had died many years ago.  Does he live as of now?" there was silence at the table as they waited for me to explain.

" No he passed on almost 30 years ago.  I do not know when but it was a while."

"I see. Why do you bring him up?"

"Long ago, he wrote a series of books that were based on Middle Earth.  The main adventure was the finding of the ring and how it was destroyed. How did he know of this?"

" He was one of the original wizards, who had lived the longest of all of us. He grew tired of the life in Middle Earth and seeing it slowly fall into darkness. So he decided that he would try the Regular Earth, as he had taken to calling it.  He was the one who found it and the one who crafted a spell to go there. He had decided that he would live the rest of his life as a mortal. I guess that he wanted the events that occurred here to be chronicled there."

I nodded and Elrond chose to say nothing. 

After we had finished eating and said our goodnights, Arwen, Gandalf and I walked down to my room. I opened the door and admitted them.  Silently I awaited Gandalf. He turned to me and smiled. "Shall we begin?" he inquired.
            "I think that we should." I said nervously. He stood in front of me and began a low guttural chant in a language that I did not know.  By the look on Arwen's face I could tell that she too did not understand. After a second the pitch of his voice wavered and I shivered. A bright light came from me suddenly. The room spun as I fell backward.

Arwen caught me and steadied me. I shook my head trying to clear my head. Gandalf stood straight and surveyed me. " Are you all right?" I nodded and frowned. I stumbled over to the mirror. I was taller! My hair was the same color, but my skin was lighter porcelain. I had pointed ears as well. I reached a hand up to feel it.

I turned to the two of them, and discovered that my eyesight had improved as well. " Amazing," I breathed in awe. "This is so cool!"  Arwen smiled at me and said in a low voice.

"Now I believe that it is time to tell you of the ring you carry."

Ok I have a cliffhanger! Not a very good one but it is all right. Um. Please read and review – I love reviews. And suggestions welcome!! I need all of the help I can get!!

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