A/N Here it is, the fourth and final chapter of my girl-falls-into-Middle-earth fic!! Thank you all you wonder reviewers for loving my story!! I've had lots of fun torturing Charisma, but for Legolas's sake, I feel that the Fellowship will have to bid her adieu.

This chapter will also prolly be kinda short. *blushes* Sorry...

Disclaimer: I only own Charisma, which, in my opinion, is a VERY raw deal!

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Charisma dozed off at some point in the night, and slept fitfully on the cold rocks. She awoke in the early hours of the morning, and saw Aragorn silhouetted against the sky, keeping a silent watch.

'Hm...' thought Charisma. 'He's pretty hott as well...'

*&*

The day dawned cold and grey. Charisma had (not) slept very little (at all) after awakening in the middle of the night, and felt very tired. And cold, and hungry, and stiff, and sore from lying on the rocks. Why Legolas had not offered her his blanket as a comfort was something she just could not understand!!

Charisma watched as the Fellowship rose and prepared breakfast. After a while, she could here Gimly and the hobbits laughing and talking, while Leggy-kun, Aragon, and Borimer stood together and spoke in low voices. Gandlof sat staring moodily into the fire.

All in all, Charisma just could not understand why the Fellowship was ignoring her so much. Wasn't she a pretty, vivacious, fun-loving girl? Wasn't she everything a man could want? Legolas was insane to ignore her! How could he??

The smell of bacon cooking wafted to Charisma from the campfire, where Sam was making breakfast. Charisma's stomach rumbled loudly, and she wished that SHE could have some of the food.

Charisma decided to take another shot at the starving-maiden-woe-is-me act.

"Leggy-kun!" she called woefully. "I'm like, half-starved to death, and like, like, like, if I like, don't eat, I could like, die!!" Obviously, Charisma's fatigue was affecting her brain so much that it made her misuse the word "like" even more than usual.

But the Fellowship still failed to notice. The jerks.

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Aragorn came and stood behind Gandalf. Not wanting to disturb the wizard from hit thoughts, Aragorn waited for Gandalf to acknowledge his presence before speaking. He didn't wait long.

"Yes, Aragorn?" Gandalf said after a moment, without turning.

"We should leave soon," Aragorn said quietly. "You know as well as I that the sooner we begin travelling, the sooner we reach our goal. And I think our Elven friendwould be glad to leave this place as soon as possible."

They bother looked over at the girl who was calling to Legolas again.

Gandalf sighed, and slowly rose to his feet. Only then did he finally look at Aragorn. "I agree, my friend," he said. "It is prudent that we leave soon." This he said in a louder voice that all heard, and the hobbits groaned.

"But we've only just got up!" complained Pippin. Gandalf smiled fondly.

"I know," he said. "And I apologize. But it's good to get an early start."

Grumbling, the hobbits finished their breakfast while the others began to break camp.

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Charisma watched them begin to pack up with interest. It looked like they were getting ready to leave; that meant that she'd be leaving too! And that meant that thy untie her. Or if they didn't untie her, maybe Leggilicious would carry her! Charisma girnned happily, and felt her spirits steadily lifting.

After a little while, Gandlof said something to Sam. The hobbit got up from where he sat, and hesitantly made his way over to Charisma, holding an apple and part of a loaf of bread. He set them down next to Charisma, and then ran back to his friends.

'Yay!' thought Charisma. 'Food!' This surely meant that they meant well and were planning on taking her with them! Charisma happily ate the fruit and the loaf, glad to had foor in her stomach at last.

So Charisma watched and waited as the hobbits finished eating. She watched as they stamped out the fire, rolled up their blankets and bedrolls, and strapped them onto other packs. She watched as the Feloowship loaded some of the packs onto the back of their pony, and then heaved some packs onto their own backs. She watched as they walked away from her, into the trees and out of sight.

Charisma blinked.

Well... obviously they would be coming back for her. They wouldn't just leave her here, would they? Of course not. They were just... scouting ahead, looking to see the best road to take. Yes, that's it. And then they would come back and take her with them. Charisma settled down to wait.

After a little while, she began to wish that she hadn't eaten all her food at once.

A little while later, she REALLY wishd that she hadn't eaten all her foor at once.

After several hours had passed and the Fellowship had not returned, Charisma began to worry. Had they gotten lost, perhaps? Had they (perish the thought) forgotten about her, that they were supposed to come back and get her? Legolas wouldn't forget about her, would he? He loved her too much.

Well, Legolas certainly would not forget Charisma in a hurry (even though he tried), but it wasn't because Charisma was his one true love, that's for sure!

After a while, it began to get dark again. The clouds had not broken all day, and with dusk, came the rain.

Charisma curled up on the rocks and began to cry. Eventually, she fell asleep.

Charisma dreamed. A shining figure descended from the sky and untied the ropes that bound her. It lifted her up into Its arms and carried her into the night sky, where It flew through the stars, toward a little blue and green planet that Charisma knew as home.

When they were right above the planet, the shining figure opened Its arms and let Charisma fall.

And thusly It spake: "Toodles!" It called after Charisma's falling form.

"What?!" Iluvatar asked after Charisma had fallen out of site. "You didn't think I was going to leave her there, did you?!"

Charisma woke with a start and looked around. She was lying on her own bed, in her own room, in here own house. There was her computer beeping quietly away at her, there was her scrumptious poster of Legolas tacked on the ceiling abover her bed.

Scrumptious... Legolas... Oh yeah.

It was just a dream. It HAD to have been a dream. That simply could NOT have happened. Legolas would NOT have rejected her like that! He loved her too much!

Some people just don't get it, do they?

But... if it hadn't happened, why her her limbs so stiff? Why were her wrists and ankles sore and chaffed, as if they had been bound by rope for a very long time. Why... why was there a leaf in her hair?!

Oh well. It would be gone in the morning. And with that thought, Charisma settled back on her pillows and fell fast asleep.

THE END

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A/N And that's all folks!

But... At the beginning of the chapter, when Charimsa thinks that Aragorn is kinda hott... Could it be setting itself up for... a sequal??? Yesh, prolly; Charisma may very well return to Middle-earth and wreck havoc in Lothlorien or something like that.

But don't expect it any time soon; I have several other fics that need to be finished up.