Okay I lied the last chap. But it's about 11:30 am, now. I just couldn't post it right as soon as I got up, My dad is using the comp. So now I guess you want to see the Fellowship get moving and quit sitting on their butts. Well, they will calm down, as soon as Med's better they will. Don't worry, I, the author of this story, have everything under control. So without further ado, I give you the next friggin chapter.

Disclaimer: To add to the list on Chap. 1- I do not own the song Gone, by N- sync, or N-sync themselves. I only own the cd and the cd player I am listening to them in.

Chap. 4: The answer is there on my arm.

Music played. It was soft and sweet. Violins and cellos. Then it changed it went into a pop song Med knew well. "There's a thousand words that I could say to make you come home," sang Justin Timberlake, "yeah, seems so long ago you walked away and left me alone. Was it sumthin I said to make you turn away to make you walk out and leave me cold, if I could just find the way to make it so that you were right here, right now." She felt the tears stream down her face. She awoke. "Are you all right Medalia D'oro Graysler?" asked Legolas standing over her. She sat up with more ease than last time, and wiped away the tears. "Yes, I'm okay, Legolas Greenleaf. Just a bad dream," she quietly whispered. "Would you like to tell me about it, to help the pain of it disappear?" he asked kindly. "Maybe some other day," she lied, "I don't have very happy dreams." "Neither do any of us, we dream horrible dreams of dying and what would happen if we failed," he explained. "Well, my dreams are less extreme, but they are the dreams of a heartbroken teenager," she sighed. "What's a teenager?" asked Legolas. "It's the years when a child is now coming of age, it lasts about 6 years," she explained, "I am just beginning these years." "You do not act, look, or sound like you are just out of childhood," he said matter of factly. "That's cause I'm really mature for my age, and I've seen a bit more than most 14 year olds," she stated. "You are only 14 years of age???" asked Leggy in bewilderment. "Yes, I know I look about 16 or 15, 18 to the elderly," she told him. "I cannot believe this!" "Why?" "We all believed you to be a bride running away from a marriage that you were forced into, but you are barely old enough to marry." "I would say not!" she exclaimed, "Whatever gave you that idea?" "The wound is lettering that no one can read, so you being from far away, we believe you were abused and forced upon." "You mean raped again?" "I think so." "What does your wound say?" "It says love in our language," she dropped her head. "But why is there a line through it?" "To show that love doesn't live here anymore," a tear slid down her cheek. "You say that as if you did it yourself," he said worry leaking out of his voice. She didn't even look up. "You did do it, didn't you?" he asked. She continued to stare at her knees. "Why? Why hurt yourself like that?" he asked in bewilderment, "What could cause you to hurt yourself so bad that you could've died." "The answer is right there on my arm," she whispered. They were silent for a minute. The bustle of the rest of the camp was all they could here, that and the sound of their own breath. They heard Pippin yelp, and Merry laugh. Gandalf was in rage over whatever it was the two had done. "So now you know, Legolas Greenleaf, I'm just a crazy child, not the maiden you address me as," she whispered not even looking up. "No, you are just a victim of a terrible crime," he said looking into her eyes, even though they were staring at the ground. "What crime would that be?" she asked. "It's right there on your arm," he said smiling. She looked back at him and smiled. "What would I do with out you, Leggy?" she smiled happily. "Probably talk to Boromir or the hobbits," he said matter of factly.

Later her wounds were redressed and it was announced she would be travel ready by tomorrow. Tomorrow was just a day away. She'd now have to travel with the fellowship. She didn't really know where in the journey they were, but she'd have to face Moria, possibly Carahdras, orcs, she'd be the only woman in the group. Could she do it? Could she really face all that and possibly more? Or would she buckle under the pressure that got her into this mess?

^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ There ya go, Chap. 4, now I'm gonna quit and let ya actually read and review. Hope ya like it so far. I know it seems really unoriginal but I really don't care. It's my story and I'll write if I want to. Tell me what ya think, 3 ya's.