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A/N- FYI, the setting is after Moria and yes, Gandalf is still alive. This is our story and we will do it our way. Don't like it? Tough! O yeah, the scenery is different, too. Oh, well, on with the story.

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A while later, Sitara returned from her bath. Her long blonde hair hung down around her shoulders, still wet. She had changed into a new tunic, this time fawn pants with a light red shirt. Dropping her pack, she settled down in a spot near the fire. Merry handed her a bowl full of soup and a mug of ale. "Wasn't sure if you, uh, wanted ale but it's all we got, besides water." She didn't reply but stared at them a moment.

"What, do you think I'm a pansy? " she asked before downing the entire contents of the mug. Staring at her, Merry received pokes and was elbowed viscously by an amused Gimli. The men all looked away silently, a little shocked by her display, and Sitara laughed.

Aragon was the first to recover. "So, what's your story? I mean, not many girls travel alone." Sitara looked up. That's when they noticed the necklace; a delicate golden dove with an opal set in the middle hung on a thin golden chain that glittered in the firelight around her neck.

For once, the Hobbits were silent as they watched the opal glint on the dangling chain.

" Where in the name of Valar did you obtain that gem?" Gandalf demanded of Sitara. Glaring at Gandalf, Sitara angrily replied " And where do you get off demanding of me." she trailed off, staring absently into the fire, her eyes glazed, her body rigid. Mumbling words in a foreign tongue, Sitara closed her eyes and leaned her head back on her regal neck.

"I'm here, Arly, speak what you wish." The Fellowship, wondering to themselves what was going on, listened intently as a soft melodic voice whispered from the depths of the flames.

"Sitara, we need you at home, there has been a little problem.You will find me near the reflecting pond.in the safe house." (A/N- A safe house is like a jail)

The Hobbits, whispering to each other, turned to Legolas with a questioning glance.

Holding up his hand in a gesture of silence, Legolas watched Sitara spellbound.

Lifting her head and opening her now sea-green eyes, Sitara nodded as the soft musical voice faded. Glancing around at the men, she smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "My Link with my sister, Arly.She's in trouble, and I need to go to her now." She looked around expectantly, her eyes shifting to midnight blue in anger. "I believe I said NOW." She muttered to herself, standing up and gathering her things. " Can't believe she blew it up." She shook her head as Frodo looked on in wonderment.

"Why do your eyes change colors like that? " He asked, a little nervous.

" Um." Sitara looked disgruntled as she searched for an answer then shrugged again. "Arly says I have eye colors that shift with my moods. Crystal blue when I'm in pain, clear blue for scared and midnight blue for arger."

Legolas stood up, brushing off his pants. " Well, you heard the lady, we have to get going." He paused and looked to Sitara. "Um, Sitara? Where exactly ARE we going?"

Sitara smiled and picked up her pack again, slinging it over her shoulder. "To Lothlorien, of course. Arly is there, in the safe-house." The Hobbits exchanged glances and stood hurriedly." We're going there ourselves! We will accompany you." Sam doused the fire and rolled up the bedrolls, helping Merry attach them to their packs. Pippin helped scatter the ashes, and Aragon seemed thoughtful as he pulled the clasp on his cloak closed.

Gandalf stood as well, placing a hand on Sitara's shoulder. "To Lothlorien, where the Fellowship will be welcomed by the Lady Galadriel and perhaps helped along on our journey even more!"

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A/N-Hi ppl! Hope ur liking this!