Chapter Three: Voyage dans les Temps

(A/N): If anyone has noticed this, well done! I am naming the chapters after French (mainly!) pop songs. If you haven't don't worry; it's pretty elusive.

Where are my reviews? No-one loves me. Ah well. Unappreciated genius I suppose.

I originally was going to have Legolas in this, but I figured Glorfindel is better because he is only known to book readers and so you don't get Rabid Legolas Fangirls saying "He is Hot!" in reviews, although if you do I will empathise totally, and also you dont get the Stereotyped Girly Legolas fanatics. Only the book fans. And - as you will discoverin a later chapter - I figured Legolas has gone through enough Mary-Sues for even an immortal lifetime, and needs a break. So there.

Anyway...

That was six months ago...

Tara had taken Glorfindel in since that night, and they got on very well together. Tara now spoke fluent Sindarin, as did Glorfindel English. He called her by her elvish name; Elenambe, Star-Hill.

Glorfindel hadn't found it easy, to only ever be able to go outside in the dark. He still wasn't used to the bright lights of Bristol.

It had been a bit of a culture shock for him, really. He had been out riding with a few elves, when Asfaloth fell into an iridescent "bubble" of air. Then he suddenly found himself on Earth.

He adjusted slowly to a different universe, though. He wasn't bad with a TV, VCR or computer within a few days, and in little more had found a group of sites dedicated to Lord of the Rings. He was pretty surprised to learn that although no-one on Earth thought Middle-Earth was real, plenty of people even went so far as to learn Elvish and write in Tengwar. He was particularly amused by the fanfiction sites, except the stories with conjugal relations in, at which he was rather horrified. Once he started to read of the major other "imaginary" universes, he understood a lot more of the fanfiction.

They had become good friends, but only that. They got on very well.

Glorfindel missed Middle-Earth though. Sometimes he would tell Tara about it, how the mists from the waterfall at Rivendell would cool you in the heat of summer, how the halls of Mirkwood were so warm after a snowy hunting expedition in winter.

They both did not really believe he would ever get back to Middle-Earth.

So it was a great surprise when a bubble of air appeared in Tara's bedroom one night.

"Is that the thing you fell through before?" questioned Tara.

"Valar, yes."

"Shall we?"

"You are coming too?"

"Of course. There is nothing to keep me here...and I want someone to show me Middle-Earth. If this thing takes us there."

"If you are sure."

Tara nodded, and, hand tightly in hand, they walked towards the bubble...

Another cliffhanger! I just love 'em, folks! See ya on the other side!