Chapter2

AN: I wish I owned Legolas, but I don't. As for the rest, it would be nice. Please don't sue me, all I have are my computer, and 2 pennies. Thanks. Please read, and review. This is my first story, and I wanna know how I'm doing.

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And on with the story:

Aragorn's POV

I watched in silence as the Prince of Mirkwood convinced the lady to climb down. I watched with a slight smile as she clutched his hand, and he grimaced slightly from the pain of her grip. Gandalf calmly led the two back over to the fire, where Sam was cooking dinner.
Sam gave her an encouraging smile, and handed her a plate filled with food. Her matted dark brown hair covered her face, as she accepted the dish quietly. Pippin, and Merry immediately grabbed dishes of their own, and sat down with the girl between them.
"Well, Lady Dawn, "Gandalf smiled kindly, "Perhaps you can tell us how you came to fall out of the sky, and into our little clearing?"
She gasped, and her eyes clouded in remembered pain, and she whispered, "I gave my life so that my world would survive. I jumped into Glory's portal, and thought that I would finally be free. I miss my sister. Power is my gift, and my curse."
Her head turned towards Frodo, the ring bearer. "We who share power must learn that sometimes the greatest thing we can give is the one thing we hold most precious. Life."
I watched as the little one nodded, and said, "But what if I'm too afraid to die."
She smiled, but there was no humor behind it, "Do you, or I for that matter, really have a choice?"
"Lady Dawn," I break in.
She laughs, with real humor this time as her eyes clear, and we can all see how it lights up her forest green eyes, "Just Dawn. I'm not anyone special."
I smile, "Dawn, then, I don't think we understand."
She sighed, and smoothes down her torn dress, "It's a pretty dress, don't you think?" she paused while we all nod, "It was put on me by a psycho bitch. I was to die in this dress, as my blood brought about the end of my world. I am the Key. "She shuddered, "A ball of energy put into a teenage girl. For the longest time I thought I wasn't real, and I tried to prove it." She pulled up the sleeve to her dress, and we all notice a faint scar on her arm, "I tried to find out if there was really blood in my veins, or if it was just energy."
Legolas makes a shocked sound, and said, "How could you? You might have died."
She looked at him, and her eyes hold too much knowledge for one so young, "That's the point. If I'm not real, then I can't die. I had to know something was true, when my mother died."
My thoughts were in turmoil, when I notice Merry looking rather curious. I smile as he tried to understand. I watch as he started, and stops several times, then reaches out, and pokes her.
She looks affronted, rubs the spot, and said, "Hey, what was that for?"
He looked at her calmly, and said, "If you were not real then we wouldn't be able to touch you, or talk to you. You seem very real to me."
She looks shocked for a moment, and smiled, "I guess your right. I never really thought about it that way." She reaches out and hugs him. "Thank you."
I clear my throat, "Perhaps introductions are in order. I am Strider, also known as Aragorn son of Arathorn, the hobbit that you had just hugged is Meriadoc Brandybuck, Merry for short, Peregrin Took, Pippin, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, you already have been introduced to Legolas, Gimli son of Gloin, Boromir of Gondor, and Gandalf the Grey." I point to each in turn.
"Wow," she mutters, looking around at all of us, "What's a hobbit, and what are you?" she asks pointing to the dwarf.
I simply smile as Gandalf gave her a quick lesson on dwarves, and hobbits.
After hearing all of this, she smiled, "Well this is certainly different then my world. What are you all doing out here anyways?"
I hesitated in telling her, and look to Gandalf. He looks long, and hard at her, and finally nodded. "This quest begins with Mr. Bilbo Baggins."