~ I've been working especially hard on this chapter one reason being after I got two pages typed up my computer didn't save it, and I had to retype it. I was so mad but I think I got most of it back.

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Two more days until they all leave and Shantel felt no where near as ready as she would have liked. Maybe another three years than she would be a little ready. But as she felt the ring that Scott had given her, that gave her strength. She would take on all those, what did Legolas call them again, she couldn't remember so Shantel substituted their names as Monkey Boys. She would take on all those Monkey Boys so she could get home to Scott and get things set out right. At the moment, Shantel was down at the archery court not really practicing but thinking is more like it. An arrow was drawn back but Shantel wasn't really focused at the target. As some one tapped her shoulder, Shantel jumped letting the arrow fly. Behind her was Glorfindel calling her to sword practice.

"Good hit," He commented pointing at the target. Shantel turned to see that her arrow was directly in the middle of the bulls-eye. She never hit the bulls-eye before, not less the middle.

"That's not fair," Shantel cried and went over yanking the arrow out. Glorfindel was looking a little confused but decided not to ask when Shantel returned stone faced. The elves all thought that Shantel was progressing fairly well, especially for never handling any such weapons before. But they all knew, Shantel included that if she were to get lost in combat, if her skills didn't improve more, that she wouldn't last. That was almost scary enough to make Shantel run and hide under her Rivendell bed, but then Scott would come to mind and she knew he would do this for her and he deserved no less.

Aragorn was at practice today, he watched as Glorfindel practiced blocking, making a dance out of it. When he stepped in Shantel hesitated a moment, then took a deep breath. Aragorn stepped forward first, but he was going at Shantel harder than Glorfindel. A couple blows Shantel stopped Glorfindel winced at the strength behind them, but knew she would have to learn. Any hits that would actually hurt Shantel, Aragorn was able to turn away at the last moment to avoid hitting her. At the end, Shantel was panting her skin shone with sweat.

"That's good Shantel, I'm glad you are improving. Maybe in two more days, you might be able to hold your own," Aragorn complimented.

"That's only if my arms don't fall off first," Shantel put her short sword down. "Ow," Shantel moaned rubbing her arms. "I need a whirlpool tub."

"What's that?" Aragorn asked, Glorfindel listen in curious as well.

"It's a hot bath, with swirling water and it helps sooth aching muscles," Shantel explained.

"Interesting," Glorfindel said. "Could you tell us how to build one?" Shantel had to laugh at that.

"No way," Shantel smiled. "I feel lucky when the tub is left on, so I don't have to figure out how to work it." Both males laughed at this then escorted Shantel back to her room to get ready for dinner. Inside her bedchamber she found a dress had been laid out for her, like one was every night. For practice, Shantel wore leggings and a tunic, but preferred to be in her own clothes the rest of time. But tonight she was debating it. The dress was deep blue that seemed to sparkle when Shantel stepped closer to it. She found that threads of silver were sewn in along with silver embroidery of what Shantel would think of as Celtic knots, at the waist and the hem. The sleeves, reached down to the elbow, with the same embroidery there, before they split like a cut bell. Gently touching the material, Shantel wondered if she would wear it. It was soft, like satin and silk, against her palms.

"I made that for you." Shantel turned at the voice but relaxed when she saw Arwen standing in the doorway. "I didn't mean to startle you," she apologized.

"It's okay," Shantel said. "I just," she paused. "I don't think that I look good in a dress. That's why I prefer my jeans, but this." Shantel turned back to the dress.

"I noticed you never wore the ones the maids would leave out for you," Arwen stepped up next to Shantel. "Also I feel pity that we do not have time to get to know each other a little better. Once you leave, if the elves of Lothlorien get you a way home, we will most likely not meet again." Shantel nodded knowing that once she was home, returning her would be slim to none.

"Would you wear it for me," Arwen asked. Shantel looked up to Arwen.

"For you I will," She replied, making Arwen smile.

"Then please let me help you get ready, first you need a bath," Arwen went to the door and called in a maidservant. "This is Feawen, my maid servant. She will help you bath and do your hair." Shantel was about to protest that it really wasn't necessary but stopped thinking that it couldn't be too bad. The bath was the worst, Shantel was insecure enough about her body, so having someone wash her was a challenge. But Feawen only chatted of how Shantel would want to do her hair and how she would turn all heads as she walked in tonight. Once dried, they pulled out a shift and slipped it over Shantel. Before putting on the dress, Shantel wouldn't do anything more with out putting on her bra, that's the only thing she would not agree to is going without one. It was a wonder to Arwen and Feawen on how it was worn, but they seemed to agree it wasn't so bad.

"Thank god it's not under wire, though," Shantel murmured.

"What's under wire," Feawen asked.

Dang elvish hearing, Shantel thought. She explained under wire as best she could, then let the subject drop. Feawen did Shantel's hair, with instruction from Arwen, then put some light color on her cheeks and lips. When Shantel was allowed to look into the mirror, she was amazed that the creature there was her. Her hair had been pulled up and framed her face with curls down by her cheeks. The color accentuated her cheek bones and left her lips a rosy red. The dress, showed a pretty figure that was flattering. Not slender like Arwen, but still pretty in its own way.

"You have your own inner beauty that shines," Arwen said as she fastened a necklace on Shantel. She saw that it was a green stone, in the shape of a rose, about as big as her nail. "Jade to match your eyes," Arwen confirmed. "You'll turn heads tonight"

"I wish I had my camera," Shantel said. Both elves questioned what a camera was, which took Shantel another few minutes to try and explain. I really have to stop using my world terms, Shantel thought. Heading out to the dinning room, Feawen paused at the doors bidding the girls farewell as she headed to the kitchen to eat her dinner. Stepping inside, all conversation stopped. Elrond was at the high table with his sons and Aragorn seated there was well. The hobbits were at a table close by the high table while Boromir was seated with some men from his village. Legolas and Gimli were seated with their kin.

"Hello Shantel you look pretty," Shouted Pippin from his table followed by a smack on the head from Merry. From this conversation started again, obvious that Shantel and Arwen were the main topic. Passing the dwarves table Shantel paused.

"May I tell you something," Shantel asked shyly. The dwarves looked at each other then back to Shantel giving her a shrug. "I just wanted to say that I feel it is an honor to be able to travel with you Gimli, even though I may only go as far as Lothlorien, and is Gloin here?"

"Aye, I'm here." Gloin spoke up.

"Your adventure with Bilbo is a treasured tale in my world and I will always remember you and your companions of that journey," Shantel said. Gloin gave her a smile while Gimli surprised her by giving her a hearty pat on the back.

"See I told ya she was a good lass," Gimli said. One last smile, Shantel straightened and followed Arwen to the high table. Passing by Legolas he said a comment.

"That is much better than your night attire," Legolas smiled, letting Shantel know he was making fun. His comment drew a look form his companions who then laughed and started to tease him. At the high table she sat on the edge close to the hobbits. The meal was delicious, and once over many headed down to the Hall of Fire, where music was played with a huge hearth aflame. As some started to settle down, Shantel saw a balcony and made her way over to it, slipping out into the cool air. Usually she preferred the warmth, but Shantel wanted some time to herself right now. The music that played reminded Shantel of Enya, another of her favorite artist. They should put that music in the movies, Shantel thought. Looking up into the sky, she searched intently but wasn't finding what she was looking for, when a tap from behind interrupted her thoughts.

"Would you accompany me in a dance?" It was Boromir, standing there with an outstretched hand.

"If you knew how well I danced, you would be running the other way," Shantel said smiling. "The only grace I have is when I use to practice ballet. In fact I think that's the only thing saving me from falling on my face during my combat training."

"Very well," Boromir leaned on the balcony rail. "Do you mind if I keep you company?"

"That's fine," Shantel said, returning her gaze to the stars.

"What are you searching for," Boromir asked following her gaze.

"Constellations," Shantel said. "I have a song in my head but with out the right stars, to me it wouldn't make sense."

"Would you mind singing it?" Shantel stopped her search to look at Boromir.

"If you really want me to," Shantel said. "I usually only sing in private."

"I would be honored," Boromir placed a hand over his heart. Shantel smiled and looked up to the sky as she started. It was quiet at first but grew more confident as she continued.

Somewhere out there

Beneath the pale moonlight.

Someone's thinking of me

And loving me tonight.

Somewhere out there

Someone's saying a prayer

That we'll find one another

In that big somewhere out there

As Shantel sang, she could hear the music in her head. Her voice grew more steady and her words were sung full heart behind them. As she sung her eyes were closed, she was turned with her back to the balcony to face Boromir better.

And even thought I know how very far apart we are,

It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing that lonesome lullaby

It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky

Some where out there

If love can see us through

Then we will find one another

Some where out there

Out where dreams

Come true.

Shantel opened her eyes as she heard clapping. Many who were in the hall were now gathered to have listened to her sing. Blushing Shantel ducked her head, as the group went back to inside the hall.

"Where are you from," Boromir asked, once everyone was gone.

"I think you are one of the only people who doesn't know," Shantel said. She briefly explained how she got to be here and the reason she was going to Lothlorien.

"And you have a love in this other world," Boromir continued.

"Yes," Shantel said, looking at the sky once more. "That song was for him." Standing up, Shantel felt a shiver. "I think I will go inside it's starting to get cold out here." Inside, Shantel saw that Bilbo was up singing a few verses. Once he finished the elves all clapped and a she elf took Bilbo's place. As she sang, Shantel felt it touch her soul. It was beautiful. She knew that she herself could sing okay but nothing compared to the elf. Shaking her head from the daze, Shantel bid her friends good night and headed out to her room.

Reaching it, Shantel could see that something was wrong. The door was cracked open and it felt wrong. Slowly she stepped up, pulling the door open so she could step in. The sight astounded her. A black figure was bent over her bed digging through her back pack. The disc man lay smashed, her clothes were ripped and scattered around the room, and papers strewn about. Hearing Shantel gasp, the figure stood up letting Shantel see its face. It was an elf, but his features were so dark. Raising his hand, the door closed behind Shantel and the click of a lock was heard. She trembled as the dark elf took a step towards her.

Hoping that high school choir would pay off Shantel did the only thing she could think of, screamed out the highest note in her soprano range. The dark elf, fell to his knee's clutching at his ears in pain. When Shantel had to stop for breath, the dark elf was there before she could blink. Grabbing her throat, Shantel wasn't able to draw a deep enough breath to scream again. The sound of foot steps could be heard coming closer in the hall. The dark elf let go of Shantel letting her collapse onto the floor and slipped out the window. It took a few minutes but the door finally opened letting Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel in. They found Shantel sitting on the floor lightly touching her throat, looking among the mess of her things in the room.

"Shantel what happened," Glorfindel stepped forward helping her up, the looking at her neck. It was slightly red from the grip the dark elf had. Elladan and Elrohir were looking around at Shantel's things. Shantel explained what she saw, which Elladan went to tell Lord Elrond about . When he returned, Elladan explained that guards were being dismissed to look around, Elrohir left with his brother to join the search.

"Lord Elrond was right," Glorfindel said to himself.

"About what?" Shantel asked.

"About the ring not being safe in Rivendell," Glorfindel explained. "It seems that the drow are finding ways in, but that doesn't explain why they were in your room." Shantel nodded and picked up her torn jeans.

"Looks like I won't be able to wear these around anymore," Shantel said.

"Sure you can, you'll just have a little of a draft," Glorfindel said. Giving him a startled look, Shantel saw the glint of mischief in his eyes. Playfully hitting him with the torn jeans, Glorfindel started laughing.

"It's not funny," Shantel protested with a smile.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Faithfully every night, Scott would pick up the book to read more to see if he could find out more about what was happening with Shantel. The same day he first found the book changing, he went with Linda to the book store to see if those books were changing. They were all as they should be. For some reason, it seemed that only the set he bought for Shantel was changing. The reason, he had no clue.

The parts that he read, focused more on Frodo and the rest of the people who the story is focused on. There were sparse parts with Shantel included, but nothing big. Maybe once they parted Rivendell, she would be in it more so Scott could know that she was okay. Reaching the part before dinner, there, to Scott's surprise was a part of Shantel getting ready with Arwen's instructions. He couldn't help but laugh reading about the bath, knowing she fully hated it, but wished he could see what she looked like, in the dress. Te description was beautiful and he loved seeing her dressed up. He remembered when he took Shantel out to dinner once, how she glowed from getting dressed up, glowed from happiness and excitement.

At the dinning hall, Scott laughed at how everyone froze when she entered with Arwen. Here's Cinderella, Scott thought. The part where Legolas joked about her nightware, Scott, actually flipped back to where Legolas met her, then smiled at the idea of Shantel twisted and tangled in the sheets. Going back to the present he almost cried, when he read the song Shantel sang for him. It was from a movie he knew, but the meaning behind it was priceless.

Scott almost jumped off the bed reading how Shantel was assaulted in her room. Drow, Scott thought, why do I know that term. He paused in the reading and went to get the phone. He knew who would know what a drow was.

"Hello," A sleepy voice came over the phone line.

"Hey there, Nick," Scott greeted. "Sorry did I wake you?" Nick laughed.

"No I was actually playing on the computer even though I should go to bed," Nick replied. "What'd you need? Did you find any news on Shantel?" Scott hasn't told him about finding Shantel was in the book of Lord of the Rings and wasn't sure on what to tell him.

"No," Scott said. "I mean I have an idea, but there's no way to be sure."

"I'm sorry man," Nick said.

"I actually had a question on role playing," Scott said.

"You interested in role playing," Nick asked in disbelief. "That's new, next you're going to tell me you're reading Lord of the Rings."

"Actually I am," Scott admitted. There was silence. "Nick you still there?"

"Yeah I'm just surprised, with Shantel missing that's the last thing I expected you to get interested in," Nick said. Scott made a face, feeling bad about not talking to his best friend, who was closer to Shantel in some ways. To Shantel, Nick was a brother that she would do anything for.

"I know it's late but could you come over," Scott asked. "It's for Shantel."

"Now," Nick paused. "Okay I'll come over, give me a few minutes to get there."

"Thanks Nick," Scott said.

S'okay." Nick hung up and Scott put the phone down. He felt bad about not telling Nick sooner, but didn't want too many people to know about the books and have them taken away. Then he would have no idea what happened, and would only get an idea from reading the books that haven't changed. Nick was there in ten minutes and sat with Scott in the living room. From the bed room he had pulled out the books to show his friend.

"Look at these first," Scott said handing Nick book number two and three. Nick skimmed through the still blank pages and put them down.

"I'd say you got a defective set and would suggest you return them to get your money back," Nick said putting the books down.

"You have your own set of these, right," Scott asked. Nick nodded. Flipping to where the first book first mentions Shantel Scott handed the book, open to Nick. "Read from here and tell me if this matches you're books. Nick started to read, then looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. The next twenty minutes, Scott sat in silence while Nick caught up to where the words ended, which was a little further than where Scott finished reading, then put the book down.

"Holy, mother," Nick said then rubbed his eyes. "This is strange. I don't know what to make of this."

"I don't either," Scott said taking the book back. "But one of the reason's I called you is because I know I heard the word drow, and wanted to know what that was."

"Basically an evil elf," Nick said. "Kind of like a clean orc, I don't remember them being in the books at all."

"Yeah, that's why I wanted to ask you about it," Scott said. "After reading the part where Shantel was attacked I called you and…"

"You didn't read farther than that?" Nick interrupted. Scott shook his head. "Read the next part, if you don't know why Shantel was pulled in there, if that's even possible and we're both not going crazy, that next part explains some of it." Scott opened to where he left off and started to read.

"Master Saruman," The drow said into a small mirror he held. Slowly the drow's image was replaced by the face of Saruman.

"Did you find anything?" Saruman demanded.

"No," The drow replied. "There were no books, only a small piece of metal something that looked useless and broke easily and strange clothes." Saruman scowled. "Then the girl came in and interrupted me."

"Did you get her?" Saruman asked early.

"No," The drow said. "Those stupid elves came to her rescue after she let out an ear piercing shriek."

"So you ran," Saruman sneered.

"I thought it'd be better that way I can serve you with what I found," The drow pleaded.

"The power of Sauron was a tempory pass so I can wield the spell to bring that girl here," Saruman growled. "I do not even know if there is a way for her to be returned to her world, and I cannot use his power again to bring another. It nearly killed me the first time." Saruman was starting to shout, making the drow cower. "Go and try again!"

"They will be leaving soon, I can follow them and catch the girl when they are not suspecting it," The drow said.

"Do not fail me!" Saruman screeched before the image faded. The drow looked around then slid into the shadows.

The writing stopped there. Scott put down the book, feeling his heart ready to shatter. The trip that Shantel was going to, to get to Lothlorien, would do her no good. But there was no way to tell her. He might never see her again.

"I'm sorry," Nick said after a few minutes.

"After the books end, if she doesn't come home," Scott said quietly. "I'll never know what happens to her."

"That's if she survives." Scott looked up sharply from Nick's remark. "Hey I'm only being honest, she doesn't know much about fighting except what they have been teaching her, and their main concern will be protecting Frodo, with the ring, not Shantel." Scoot looked ready to fall apart. "I don't mean to bring you down, but if she is really in there, in that world, there's a chance she might not come out of it alive. Boromir died, the guy who was picking up on Shantel, he dies and he's a strong fighter."

"Don't tell me anymore," Scott got up pacing the room.
"Scott," Nick got up after him. "Don't give up hope. We both know that Shantel will try her best to come home to you. She loves you, and we love her. So when you are ready to read next time, I want to be here with you, because if something happens, I don't want you doing anything stupid. You know Shantel wouldn't want anything to happen to you like you don't want it to happen to her."

"Okay," Scott nodded. "I'll like that, but right now, I need a stiff drink."

"Then lets go to the store," Nick said.

Additional disclaimer: I own Nick as well, he's all mine! Long enough chapter? I hope so, and I really want to keep going but, I wanna post this as well. Tuesday night I'll be going camping and won't be home until Thursday.