Oh no, what is this I hear? The fellowship is on its way already? Yay! About bloody time too. Now, if only I get through this well enough to keep the story going.. And sorry, I forgot to mention Boromir joining the fellowship in the last chapter. Damn me.




"I can't believe you are agreeing to this!" He cried, helplessly throwing his hands in the air.

It was night and I leaned back into the very large chair while my fingers massaged the sore part of my head. What could I do? I tried escaping the frenzy by going to the library that I soon discovered had many great things on Middle Earth. Thanks to Elladan, I noted. I should thank him before I leave Rivendell to start on the journey.

Oh yes, the Journey. That is what the dwellers in Rivendell are calling it. And what I couldn't figure out was why on Earth, in this case Middle Earth, Gandalf and Elrond kept calling this a burden from death. I mean, it's not like I'm going to face anything different from this to any of my other journeys.

I looked over at Nuvun, who kept pacing back and forth while ranting on about how stupid I was to agree to joining the fellowship. Stupid? Of course not. Crazy? Indeed. I watched him lean against the door frame, attempting to catch his breath.

"You've best to slow down there Nuvun." I teased. "You might hurt yourself."

He sighed. "I do not see how this is a laughing matter."

I closed the book folded in my lap. "Laughing? Do you see me laughing?" At his nod I couldn't help but laugh. "Why are you so damned angry with me? I am doing what I came here to do! Don't judge me Nuvun.. Don't."

"Just promise me you'll think about changing your mind." He pleaded, pushing himself from the door and kneeling before me. "Please?"

I shook my head and patted his hand in attempt for comfort. I wasn't going to fall for that gaze, not when I already made my promise and I intended on keeping it. Sighing, I stood from the chair and put back the book, letting my fingers linger on some of the old, dust filled books before me.

I felt him creep past.

"I guess I have no other choice Lara." His hand rested against my back.

"Don't get cocky." I warned, pulling out a large, gray book. "And besides--"

I wasn't expecting what he had just done. His arms wrapped around my waist and pushed me down the isle to where a large, round table stood, and laid me carefully upon it. His lips found mine hungrily, trying to hold onto me in attempt to never let me go. Lost of breath, I returned the favor and, dropping the book down against the table loudly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back.

It wasn't that bad, I mused. I pushed him closer to me, his hovering body shaking. He let out a groan as his knee hit the edge of the table. Laughing, I apologised but was silenced by his lips. His hands found themselves on my waist, and he slowly eased up my shirt. My eyes flew open.

"No." I breathed, pushing him and watching as he hit the book shelf. "Not here."

"Excellent idea," He whispered, grabbing my wrist and running with me out of the library and towards his room. "No! It is locked!"

I went to say something, but he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me towards my room, where it was unlocked. Throwing me inside, he locked the door and quickly turned to face me. I sat on my head, my brow raised and a smile on my face.

"I thought Elves take time?" I asked, unfolding my legs and leaning back. "You seem in a rush."

He growled a throaty growl and lunged at me, pinning my body against the bed sheets. I wondered why all of a sudden this elf, who was usually patient and slow, could be so aggressive and animal like. Not that I cared. I laughed furiously as he removed his shirt, his smooth skin not at all intimidating to me.

I ran away from him as soon as he attempted to remove my shirt. On the other side of the bed, I gripped the shirts and grinned at him, letting my fingers touch the strands of my tank top. I eased one side down so my shoulder was bare.

"I've read about the Elves, you know." I purred, letting the other fall down. "And I know what you want."

He groaned and jumped on the bed, starting to chase me all over again. I ran to the opposite end of the room and leaned against the wall as I lowered my shirt just enough to show the top of my chest. He approached cautiously.

"You want me?" I asked, my voice low and I knew it must be hard on him.

"Ever since." He whispered, moving forwards and grabbing onto my back, pulling the shirt down from my exposed chest. He shoved his face into the crane of my neck and kissed violently, while his hands slipped off my pants. I successfully slipped off my boots and wrapped my bare legs around his waist. He arched me into the wall.

"How far did you read of the Elves?" He asked between kisses, bringing me over to my bed.

"Oh, far enough." I breathed as he laid me down and eased off his trousers.

When he removed his pants, his full erection was inviting and I couldn't resist reaching out and touching it, letting my fingers stroke the fine length of it. He shuddered and I heard his soft whimpers as I tugged rougher, bringing him down onto his knees as he hovered over me once more. His eyes were fluttered closed and a grand smile plastered on his swollen lips. I grinned wickedly and, with my hands wrapped on his muscled legs, I lowered my lips against his erection.

That done it. He cried out and I was nervous that someone might hear him, or me at that matter, because now he pulled away and pinned me against the bed roughly, positioning himself on top of me.

"Usually... Usually I would go slow..." He breathed, running his hands across my breasts. "But I need.. I need you.."

"Then have me." I whispered in his ear.

He obliged and with a quick and rather swift moment of ecstasy, our cries of manageable pain and my thrusts of pleasure dimmed to quiet and slow breathing, my eyes drooping down as Nuvun's pleased face expression was lost and sleep claimed me.


"Lara!" I forced my eyes open. "Lara, open your door!"

I groaned and rubbed my eyes groggily. Suddenly the previous night came back to me like a bullet to the head and I jolted forwards, my eyes large. The hard body besides mine gave way and I turned to see Nuvun resting peacefully against my only pillow, a smile on his face. His eyes were open, but I knew he was resting.

But who was shouting out my name?

"Lara!"

I couldn't place the voice but I quickly answered and threw the covers off my damp body. The sun was out and high through my curtains, and I quickly retrieved Nuvun and my clothes. Going back to my bed, I threw his at his head and watched him stir. I slipped on my pants and tank top, throwing back my tangled braid.

"Get your ass up." I hissed, throwing the covers off of him.

"Lara." He said, smiling. "Was I really sleeping?"

"Yeah, you were." I took his arm away from my waist and threw it down. "Hurry!"

"I must of been that at peace." He said, laughing and pulling on his clothes. "My Valar, Lara, you were just--"

"Lara, you must wake up! We are leaving soon!"

I gave a sharp look at Nuvun and he nodded, laying his hand on the small of my back before walking past and out towards my drawer. Sighing, I walked over to him and signaled for the balcony. He gave me a confused look.

"Go out the balcony and climb to your own." I ordered. "Now!"

He gave me a hard look, turning to the door, then back at me. He opened his mouth to say something, and I knew he wanted to, but he reached over and planted a kiss on my lips before turning and leaping off my balcony and out of sight.

Sighing with relief, I ran over to the door as whoever was out there started to pound, and unlocked it. I swung it open and leaned against its frame, breathing heavily.

"My Lord Legolas!" I breathed, my head leaning against my raised arm. "You woke me from a sound sleep."

"I'm sure." He muttered, glancing inside my room. "I just came to tell you that we are departing for our journey to Isen--" His eyes darted back inside my room and remained there. "Someone is over there."

"What?" I gasped, turning around as Legolas brushed past and entered. "Excuse me, you can't simply walk into someone's room without permission."

He walked over my boots and towards the balcony, throwing the curtains out of his way. I approached him cautiously and bit down on my lip from laughing. I sometimes do that in situations like these. Either laugh or start biting my lip. I suppose it was wrong to laugh during the President of France's funeral a few years ago.

Shaking that thought away, I saw him tense, his fists clenching.

"That fool Nuvun is running away." He hissed, turning his head to me. "He has been spying on you!"

"Oh, I doubt that." I said, my stomach growling. He gave me a look. "What? I am hungry."

"Well, you can join me as to wake the others." He glanced at the sky. "And we all will get a bite to eat before we pack our things and saddle up the pony."

"What pony?" I asked, following him out of the room and down the hall.

"Bill." He answered, knocking onto an ajar door. "Pippin, Merry. We are leaving soon."

The answer startled me as I turned to see the four Hobbits standing together just behind us, looking alarmed.

"We are already awake." Pippin said. "So are the others."

"Yea, they are already having a bite to eat." Merry said, his eyes large. "You sure Nuvun is the only one that was being naughty--"

I walked over to Merry and slapped my hand over his mouth, getting a set of giggles from Pippin. Grinning sheepishly and glaring rather hard at Merry, I turned to Legolas and told him to get ready. He seemed skeptical, but nodded and excused himself. Sighing with relief, I took my hand off of a grinning Merry and glared even rougher.

"What did you hear?" I demanded, shaking the cuff of his cloak. "Well?"

"Enough my lady, enough!" Was the reply.

I turned down the hall which Legolas left from and saw that Boromir lad approach us. I straightened myself out and watched him watch me with a mixture of uncertainty and amusement. I rolled my eyes away from him.

"There you are little hobbits." He said, prying his eyes off of me. "Did you all have a bite to eat?"

"Indeed." Sam answered, his gaze low. "Lara here hasn't though, have you?"

"No problem," I muttered, waving my hand. "I can go days without eating. Months even."

Boromir looked alarmed. "But you must eat something!"

"I repeat," I said angrily. "I can go a very long time without eating. And anyway, I'm sure everyone is already ready to leave. And if you excuse me, I will go back to my room and pack."

"Bye, my Lady." The Hobbits said in unison.

I walked away, my hand fluttering in the air. Before I turned the corner, I heard Boromir state sharply, "A Lady indeed!"

As I walked, I saw a glimpse of Nuvun speaking with Keberiel and Caevudor. They mustn't see me. I tip toed towards my door, easing it open and closing it, knowing that they probably heard me. Throwing back my tangled knots, I grabbed my bag and flung it off the chair and onto my unmade bed.

I scattered my things aside and grabbed my Ring Watch, frowning. "Pretty thing you are, aren't you?" I muttered.

I ran my fingers down the metal carvings, now noticing the finery it possessed. Such strange carvings a watch could have. I suddenly became curious and lifted the contraption to my head, leaning into it and listening intently. It was ticking!

"Tick, tick." I repeated softly, my eyes a steady gaze on the door. "Tick.. Pause. A pause? Tick. Tick. Another pause. Tick, tock, tick, tick.. Bloody hell, it's playing a song!"

What song, I couldn't say. Sighing, I placed it back in my bag and heaved it over my shoulders, gathering my boots and placing them on my feet. As I was tying them, my door opened. I didn't bother to look up.

"Yes, I know." I said. "It's time to leave."

"L-Lara!" Came a blubbering girlish voice. I looked up as Keberiel entered the room, tears welling up in her bloodstained eyes. "You are.. you are leaving for good! I-- I can't b-believe it!"

I stood straight and smiled wearily, meeting her half way. "It's not like I won't see you again."

"But y-you won't!" She wailed, hesitating to go any closer. "I-I-I.. I am going.. going back to Mirkwood tomorrow.. tomorrow e-evening with Nuvun and Caevudor.. And.. And bringing the news of the Prince and you!"

"Oh, I don't think they'd mind me not being there." I said, grinning. "Keberiel, please, stop."

"Oh, you are right." She sniffled, wiping at her eyes. "I don't want to make you cry either."

I laughed. "Me? Cry? No, I just want you to stop making a fool of yourself." She gave me a look. "Stop crying and look on the bright side. You will feel safe knowing that I am going to take the Ring Watch to Mordor and destroy it. Meaning you will be safe because I am saving the world.. Yet again." I finished, muttering.

"Oh Lara!" She cried, throwing her arms around me and holding onto my tightly. "I won't stop thinking of you, my friend."

I let out a puff of hair and looked over her shoulder and saw Nuvun standing at the doorway, his eyes large and straining. I held his gaze for a moment before patting Keberiel on her back and pulling away, I grabbed onto her shoulders and gave her a hard look.

"Uuma dela, mellon amin." I whispered, reaching into my pocket and taking out a cloth. "Kwara sina ten'amin (Hold this for me.)"

She sniffled again and took it from me. "Mani naa ta? (What is it?)"

"To remember me by." I smiled, not quite knowing the Elvish way for saying that. "Keep it so you when you wail like that, you can blow into it and think of me."

"Sounds absurd." She said. "But I'll do it. For you."

She put the cloth in her clenched hands and walked over to the door. Nuvun stepped out of the way and with a glance back, Keberiel walked away and out of sight. Sighing, I turned to Nuvun and stiffened as he approached.

"Something tells me you won't come back." He whispered.

"I can take care of myself." I told him. "I won't die."

"No." He shook his head and gave me a grim look. "You won't die. But you won't come back to me."

"Why would I?" I whispered, not really meaning it to sound critical, but it must have had an affect on him, but I couldn't tell. "Nuvun. Thank you for last night. Something just got hold of me and.."

"I understand." He interjected airily. "Really. I do."

I narrowed my eyes. "Liar,"

"It is going to be hard to watch you leave." He whispered, closing the distance between us and grabbing my hand in his. "Never had I met a.. woman, that could make me feel the way you do. And that is why I must watch you leave."

I narrowed my eyes and realisation dawned on me. He took the sex last night seriously! I did it for me, since I was going to be gone for a little while longer than expected, and a little for Nuvun. If knowing he was going to take it to the extreme then I wouldn't of done it. I should have read more on the Elvish love making part of my book.

"Lara?" I turned my attention back to him and smiled.

"I'll see you again." Was the only thing I could say before I brushed him away and left my room.

Taking in the deep scent of late summer, I closed my eyes and lingered in the same spot for a few moments before Legolas and Aragorn emerged from a set of steps down the Hall. Smiling faintly, I followed them both until we reached the gate of Rivendell, where people gathered to say their farewells. Bill the pony was all set and with a few good byes and a hard gaze to Nuvun, the fellowship and I packed our things and headed on our way to rid us of the burdens of death. Or so we thought.