~^~

As soon as they reached the ford, Kat breathed easier. Her horse splashed across, then stopped at the oppisite shore. The riders were gathered at the other side. Kat dismounted.

"Sirrah, They're going to cross."

Sirrah jumped off, landed and drew her sword.

"Then we'll just have to stop them."

Kat grinned.

"Novel Idea my friend! Come let us welcome our friend Ellie, aka Nazgul Number five."

"And Nigel! Don't forget Nigel the Nazgul!"

Kat feigned a damsel that has forgotten something fatally important.

"Of course! How could I be so stupid? Shut up Sirrah."

They waded in. The water was only calf deep, not difficult to walk in. Kat looked up as the Witch king waved his sword and demanded that Frodo give himself to Saroun, ruler of all.

"Now now Nigel, that's no way to treat a client!"

Sirrah grinned as the Nazgul turned their gazes upon them. Three of them uttered high pitched cries, as if remebering them and wanting revenge. Kat, Sirrah and Frodo all heard their cries, and understood them.

"Yes indeed Nigel, no matter how vile the life of servitude is, you must always remember, the customer is always right!"

The Witch king Screamed in a pitch that was beyond their hearing, but loud enough to make their ears ring just the same. He drew his sword, and his followers did the same. Kat, Sirrah and Frodo drew theirs. Frodo had not dismounted, but was standing on the far shore, watching the girls in wonderment.

The Nazgul kicked their horses and they started across. At first it seemed that their hoofbeats on the water were silent, but then they realized that this was because there was another noise, drowning it out. The sound of rushing water filled the air, and as Sirrah and Kat looked over their shoulder, they realized that there was a wall of water coming twoards them.

Later, the only thing Sirrah would remember was the vauge feeling of terror as she watched the water coming to them, like a heard of horses going at full speed. Kat would remember nearly everything, looking up and seeing the water, remebering that the floods of the mountains were under Elronds control, and then flinging her arms up whilst crying Elberenth! Gilthoniel! The last thing she saw before the water crashed over them was Glorfindel and Aragorn coming out of the trees with torches and Swords. Glorfindel was glowing. Then the water swallowed them up.

~^~

Frodo watched in horror as the Nazgul began to cross the ford, and then in equal horror as water in the form of horses and crashing boulders came rushing down the river. Faintly, he heard someone yell out Elberenth's name, but was not sure. Aragorn and Glorfindel then came out of the trees, wielding torches and swords. The rest of the Nazgul were gone, but so were Sirrah and Kat, he could not see them. The waters receded quickly as Frodo covered his eyes in mourning. He could not believe that they were gone. They had saved him and those closest to him twice already in the past week. The sound of the water was nearly gone now, and he could hear Aragorn and Glorfindel yell. He looked up, and gasped.

Kat was straightening out with a dazed look on her face. Sirrah was lying face up in the water. Kat began to bend down to pull her up, but stopped and put her hands to her temples. She looked up at the amazed faces of Aragorn and Glorfindel.

"Could someone help me? I think I'm going to faint."

~^~

Aragorn shook himself quickly and waded out to pick Sirrah up. Kat waited until she had walked to the shore, then slowly lowered herself down. It was too much, and darkness clouded her vision. The last thing they heard her say was a whispered "Oh shit." And then she fainted dead away.

~^~

As she woke up, the first thing Kat was aware of was the noise. There was the singing of birds, the sound of water, and singing. Someone was singing in a clear, ringing voice. Like water in a still pond, it rippled over her, and she breathed deeply and turned over. The deep breath made her aware of another thing. The air smelled of growing things, and not just flowers. She could smell rain water on trees, and a light flowery scent that she couldn't identify, but didn't care to. There was also something else…pipe smoke? Yes, that was it, though it was diluted enough so that it was pleasant. Finally, she opened her eyes to find herself in a large canopy bed, not really a canopy bed, but it felt like it because the ceiling. That was when she realized that she was in more of a gazebo than anything else.

"Oh my god, I'm in Rivendell." She said out loud to the ceiling.

"Indeed you are, and very lucky to be here at that. Few of the realm of Angmar have seen past these borders in recent times."

She knew who it was already. The words were quite familier.

"Gandalf the grey." She said, and sat up. "It is good to see you again."

Gandalf nodded.

"Indeed, it is, though I did not expect to so soon, and under such circumstances."

She drew her knees to her head and rested her head on them.

"Circumstances are changing fast."

Gandalf raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed they are."

She buried her head in the blankets and breathed in. They smelled of clean air and a soapy smell which was altogether enjoyable. Suddenly she wondered how long she had been asleep.

"How long have I been sleeping? And where is Sirrah?"

Gandalf smiled, he had expected no less.

"You have been asleep for two days. Your friend is still asleep in a room near your own."

Kat sighed.

"Good grief. No wonder I fainted."

"It is a wonder you were able to survive at all. The flood was meant to take all in its path."

Kat smiled faintly.

"Yes, well, we always were an exception to the rules."

Gandalf just hemed and continued smoking. Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door, and Sam stepped in. Kat suddenly grinned.

"Strawberry bubble bath."

She then shook her head and smiled.

"Hullo Sam, how are you?"

The hobbit blushed and wrung his hands.

"Fine, fine, quite good actully. I was just stopping by to see how you were doing, seein as how you saved our lives and all…"

Kat smiled.

"It was my pleasure Sam, how is Frodo? Still well I hope?" She winked, "Seeing as I put all that hard work into keeping him in one piece."

Sam blushed again and smiled.

"Still fit as a fiddle miss, thanks to you."

"And Aragorn, and Sirrah, and even you Sam."

Sam, to Gandalf's amusement, turned an even darker shade of red, now erring on the purple side.

"Yes, I suppose so, on my end, but certainly for Strider."

Kat smiled at the hobbit, who gave a quick farewell and scrambled from the room. Kat stared after him, thinking, maybe they're fond of us after all. She didn't realize that she had uttered the words until Gandalf replied.

"Yes, they are I think. Sam has checked on you both nearly every hour since you arrived."

Kat's jaw dropped. She had known that they were well thought of, but that was nearly the treatment that he had given Frodo. Suddenly she thought of something again.

"Strawberry bubble bath…what a nightmare."

Gandalf did not appear to hear her, though she was sure that he had. Instead, he rose and told her that he was off to check on her friend. She nodded, and sat back, admiring the intricate carvings of the room.

Soon though, she was slightly bored. She had been laying in bed for two days, and really wanted to see the elf-haven. So, she got up and rooted around the room, soon finding a small pile of cloths on a small table. She held them out, and gasped. They were the most beatiful things that she had ever seen. Green and blue fabric embroidered with silver and hemmed just so that it flowed like water. But it was too small, wasn't it? After putting it on, she discovered that it wasn't. Good greif, I'm thin, she thought, when did that happen?! Sometime in the middle of getting yourself transported to middle earth, taunting the two greatest evils in middle earth and nearly getting killed three times, she decided. She combed her hair out and was surprised to find it behaving. It now fell below her shoulders, like a dark amber waterfall. Wondering at what a few days of rest could do, she shook her head and slipped out of the room, convienently forgetting her shoes.

~^~

As she padded barefoot down the halls, Kat stopped every few minutes to admire a bit of carving, or a plant that she had not seen before. The stone under her feet was cool, not cold, but cool enough for her likeing. Her dress was silent, and the only thing that she could hear was the tinkleing of the bells on her necklace. She was surprised that she still had it. After all, it had been through a lot. She fingered it as she came to an open space where a waterfall trickled down near a small garden. She sat on one of the rocks that made up the waterfall, trailing her fingers in the water. She closed her eyes, and saw a soft light behind her in her mind, much like she had with Glorfindel, only this light was different. She turned around and found, to her surprise, Aragorn, watching her from the shadows.

"You're like an elf!" she accused. Seeing the confused look on his face, she elaborated. "I see you like I do the elves, like a light in my mind…it's complicated."

Aragorn nodded.

"As are you Lady Kat, tell me, how long have you been up?"

She shrugged.

"I dunno, an hour, maybe more."

Aragorn continued to watch her.

"You say that you see the elves as a light in your mind, is that how you seem to sense when someone is near?"

Kat nodded.

"It is. Most of the race of men are invisible to me, except, as I said, you. You're like an elf." She looked thoughtful. "perhaps since you were raised by them, they sort of…rubbed off on you." She shook her head, amused at her own bantering. "Don't listen to me, I'm rattling. How have you been? I'm sorry I yelled at you at the ford, I was just a touch stressed."

Aragorn smiled.

"For good reason. Elrond and Gandalf have informed me that surviving that flood was meant to be impossible."

Kat blushed.

"It was Sirrah's too, that's why she's out cold at the moment. And haven't you learned by now that few things are impossible with us around?"

Aragorn nodded solemly.

"It does seem so, at times."

Kat turned back to the water. Aragorn stood for a moment, before turning and softly walking away.

~^~

The next day, Sirrah awoke. Kat was sitting by her bed, reading, or rather, trying to read, a manuscript in a strange language. Sirrah looked around.

"Oh my god, I'm in Rivendell."

Kat gaped and laughed hysterically.

"Oh! Oh my… that's exactly what I said!"

Sirrah sat up. She lay back down again quite soon though, as her head began to hurt. Kat shook her head.

"Don't get up just yet, you were a lot worse off than me."

"Huh? Why?"

Kat shrugged.

"You had a few cracked ribs, and the shield you threw up was much bigger than mine. That's why you fainted in the first place."

Sirrah was silent. Then she looked around. Something was strange about this, then she realized it.

"I can see!"

Kat grinned.

"Yep, that was another thing Elrond fixed. I was asleep at the time, otherwise I would have told him to do it myself!"

Sirrah looked around, amazed that she could make out every detail in the room for the first time in nearly two weeks. Slowly, she raised herself up to a sitting position, and put her head onto her knees.

"Erg. What time is it?"

Kat shrugged.

"I dunno, I haven't figured out how to tell time here yet, though I'd guess it to be..."she glanced out the window, " bout three o'clock in the afternoon. You've got awhile before dinner, but their having a feast in Frodo's honor, so you'll be good."

Sirrah shook her head.

"Food? Food is good."

Kat nodded.

"Sure is. Oh yeah, and guess what?" Sirrah raised her eyebrows. "We have hobbit friends!"

Sirrah just looked at her. Kat sighed.

"I said, we have hobbit friends! Sam's been checking on us every hour since we got here!"

Sirrah sniffed her skin.

"I don't smell like starwberry bubble bath! Must of ran out."

Kat smiled lopsidedly.

"I know, that's what I said, then I got strange looks from Gandalf."

"Gandalf's here?"

Kat shook her head.

"Of course you dummy, this is Rivendell!"

"Oh…yeah."

Kat shook her head.

"Honestly. Do ya think you can get up now? I wanna show you around, it's really, really, cool here."

Sirrah smiled.

"Cloths would be nice."

"Oh yeah…shut up Sirrah."

Sirrah just grinned, and found herself alone in her room with a dress tossed at her face.

~^~

They made quite a contrast in color, thought Aragorn as he watched the two girls make their way across the grounds. He knew better than to try to follow them, Kat would simply sense him. Kat, clothed in a dress much the same as the day before, walked beside Sirrah, who was in a dress that was in red and gold. As they neared the entrance, Aragorn realized that there were people coming in, and was overjoyed to see who it was. Elrond's sons, Elladen and Elrohir rode into the gates on their horses. They bent and spoke to the girls, who in return bowed. He saw Kat point to him and suddenly realized that the elves were seeking him. As he drew nearer, they dismounted and bowed to him. Kat smiled.

"They were looking for you."

"Thankyou."

"No prob."

And with that, the girls continued to walk, heads together in conversation.

~^~

That night, there was a feast of epic proportions, though the epic part was different for many. For Frodo it marked his coming to Rivendell and being safe for a time. For Aragorn, it was being at home, with his familey, though he was not present. For Sirrah and Kat, it was the first real feast that they had ever had. They watched as courses were set before them, and talked little, but looked much. There was so much to see! So many people, elves, dwarves, men, hobbits. Kat picked out a few that she recognized, including Gloin, Gimli, Arwen, Elrond, and even Legolas. She looked longer at Legolas, then turned away, eager to find more familier faces. It was Sirrah, though, that found Boromir, in a dark corner of the hall, speaking quietly to a few other men. Kat raised an eyebrow.

"He doesn't look all that good in this light…or lack there of. Perhaps it's a reflection of his character?"

Sirrah nodded.

"Possibly." And then she continued to watch the crowd.

Suddenly, the plates were cleared away, and everyone arose. Elrond and Arwen led the way to the hall.

"What's in here?" asked Sirrah.

Kat smiled.

"They're going to sing and play in here, I cannot wait to hear them!"

Sirrah raised an eyebrow.

"Singing?"

Kat nodded, looking like a kid in a candy shop.

"Yes, elven singing, it's the most beautiful on all of the worlds, or so they say."

Sirrah shrugged.

"Cool."

Kat rolled her eyes, miffed at her friends response. They walked in to find a small man sitting on the floor.

'who's that?'

'I dunno, but he wasn't at the feast.'

'huh.'

The man stood up at Elrond's request and both found that it was not a man at all. It was a hobbit.

'Sirrah! It's Bilbo!'

'Really? Wow.'

'no kidding.'

They snickered as Bilbo told Elrond that he had not been sleeping at all, but making up a song. Kat remebered, he needed Aragorn's help to finish it, though it was nearly done anyway. They quietly found a seat that was coincidentaly next to Gandalf. He was smoking his pipe, and barely took notice of them, for which they both were thankful. Soon, the minstrals had begun to play, and there was suddenly music all around them. It was like a drug to Sirrah, who had only been up just that day. Kat had had a good nights sleep, and so was quite awake. She listened for many hours, rapt in the music, until another voice broke in, in words that she understood. It was Bilbo, singing a song. She listened to the story of Earendil, but wasn't quite sure as to what was going on, try as she may to work it out. When the song/story was done, Kat watched the elves smile and applaud the song, and asked for it again. He polietly declined, saying that it would be to tiring to repeat the whole thing.

"Not too tiring for you!" answered someone, laughing, "you know that you are never tired of repeating your own verses! But really we cannot answer your question at one hearing!"

Kat snickered at the conversation that followed, comparing mortals to sheep. Finally, Bilbo retreated with Frodo by his side, and the elves began singing again. This time, she knew the first line, though the meaning was a mystery still.

A Elberenth Gilthoniel

Silivren penna miriel

O menel aglar elenath!

Na-chaered palan-diriel

O galadhremmin ennorath

Fanuilos, le linnathon

Nef aear, si nef aearon!

The song ended, leaving Kat breathless. She now knew the first two lines, instead of only the first. It's no wonder that elves were the first people of middle earth to sing, she thought, the words seem to beg for song whenever you say them. She sighed and sat back as the elves continued to sing, wondering at their clear voices and words.

~^~

Many hours later, the singing was over. Kat rose, yawned and looked around. Gandalf was still sitting by them, though he had lost his pipe at sometime during the night. She looked down at Sirrah, who was fast asleep against one of the pillars.

"I am impressed." Gandalf suddenly said. "Few who listen to their songs for so long are able to stay awake."

Kat blushed, taking it as a compliment.

"I have wished to hear the elves sing since…" she faltered, it had been since she had first read the books, but how was she supposed to tell him that? "…for a long time." She ended the sentence lamely.

Gandalf nodded. "Indeed it is something that many desire to hear, for their songs are the most beautiful of all."

Kat nodded. "They are right." She looked down at Sirrah, wondering whether she should wake her in order to get her to bed. She decided against it, not wishing to be killed in a messy manner. She looked at Gandalf. "Should I leave her here?"

Gandalf nodded.

"I will ask Glorfindel to take her to her rooms. But please, before you take your leave, talk awhile with me. How is it that you came to the last homely house when last I saw you, you were in Helms Deep?"

Kat smirked.

"It's a long story, are you sure that you wish to hear it?"

"If you are willing to tell it, yes. I am quite curious."

Kat sighed.

"Well, I guess I'd better start from the very beginning."

And with that, she procedded to tell him everything. How She and Sirrah had been sitting in her friends living room, when they had all of the sudden been standing in Mordor, how they had been taken by Sauron, then Saraumen, then tricked Sauron's orcs into letting them go. Then she continued on, telling him how they had made some money in helms deep, and purchased two horses. She told him about Analgon, about getting their swords, and their separation. Then she told him about weathertop, and the troll, and finally, the riders at the ford. Gandalf seemed very interested in the magic that they had used, and Kat obliged him happily, eager to unravel the mystery herself. She explained how each of the spells worked, and repeated the verses for them. Finally, she got to how they had survived the flood.

"Well, I can't really tell you that, cause I don't really know. I remember saying someone's name, and something else, but don't remember doing anything particular with my magic! Sirrah did the same thing, but I never heard her yell, so it couldn't have been that…"

Gandalf nodded.

"I have a theory, that your magics are better put to use when you chanted verses, and if you use it in its raw form, it drains much faster than if you used it normaly."

"So if we had had a sheilding spell for that, we wouldn't have fainted?"

Gandalf closed his eyes.

"You, perhaps. Your friend would not be able to make a shielding spell for herself, her magic is in foretelling, and locating. It is why you have a bond."

Kat started, she had left that out of her story, how did he know?

Gandalf saw her surprise and smiled.

"I know that you share a bond of the mind, it is because of you're apparent heritage that you share it."

Kat spluttered.

"Heritage? What are you talking about!?"

Gandalf smiled again.

"There was of old, a realm of Angmar, where dwelt men that were sorcerers. They were very powerful, and were said to have bonds with others of their kind that were beyond blood."

"You mean, a bond of the mind?"

"Exactly. This was why the realm was so powerful, all of its inhabitants were bonded together through their magic. It was like a pack of wolves, they were a pack, and to find one alone was to know that they had been completely exiled."

"But…but, why do you talk about them in the past tense? What happened?"

Gandalf sighed.

"Sauron the deceiver gave to their leader a ring of power. He fell into his power, and the kingdom died."

Kat gasped.

"The witch-king of Angmar! He's a ring wraith!"

Gandalf nodded sadly. Kat lingered on this a moment, and then asked something else.

"But why is it me and Sirrah especially that have a bond? You said that it was because of our magic, but its different!"

"But that is why, she relies on you to protect her from the present, and she protects you from the future, while leading you both to where you wish to go."

Kat's jaw dropped.

"So, you're saying that we survive off of each other?"

Gandalf nodded.

"Wow."

They sat in silence for a long while, until, when Kat , looked out of the window and saw that the moon had risen far into the sky. It was near midnight. She stood up.

"Thankyou Gandalf, I appreciate you clearing this mystery for me and my friend."

Gnadalf nodded.

"I am happy to, for it was a mystery to me as well for a long time." As Kat began to walk out, Gandalf stopped her.

"There is one more thing. Elrond has called for a council tomarrow in the morning. He has asked for you to be present, with your friend."

Kat smiled.

"Of course, we will be there." And she walked out, leaving Sirrah still asleep on the floor and Gandalf sitting beside her, contemplating this turn in events.

~^~

Once Bilbo had told his story, Elrond turned. "Now that we have heard of the one ring, let us bring our attention to a new problem. The edges of the dimensions are unraveling, and people are coming through. Lady Kat, Lady Sirrah, please tell us the story of your adventure."

Sirrah tried to shirk down in her chair, but Kat prodded her until she stood up. "My friend and I aren't from this world. We're from Earth: almost, but not quite, entirely unlike this Middle Earth." She ignored the confused faces of the Council. "Imagine our surprise when we suddenly find ourselves in the middle of Mordor, a supposedly fictional place." Once again, she ignored the Council, which was this time emitting gasps of horror as well has faces of confusion. It was normal for people to react that way to her anyway. "A large band of Orcs took us to see Sauron, who we managed to piss off, and tossed us into a dungeon. Still not quite sure how we got out of there, but we did, and found ourselves at Saurauman's humble abode, then we procedded to piss him off, then were about to go off to Saurons, but managed to get out of that. We then managed to get to some town or another and met up with Analgon" she indicated the ranger that was sitting near Elrond. He had been incredibly surprised to see them, but had recovered and shook his head, declaring that they were possibly the strangest people he had met. Sirrah continued. "We... er… charmed some Men into giving us swords and armor, and went to Weathertop… for reasons of our own. There we met up with Aragorn and the Hobbits-" Here Sirrah and Kat snickered for some reason- "and after we helped them out with some of their Ringwraith problems, we followed them here to get some help and offer our own."

The Council sat in stunned silence for a while. How could two teenage Human females escape from Sauron, get out of Mordor with minimal injuries, help defeat five of the nine Nazgûl, and survive the long journey in-between with next-to-no help from others? Finally, Elrond spoke up. "You two are quite amazing. But, I have a question." Kat looked nervous and Sirrah squirmed down in her chair; she never did like to be the center of attention. "What help do you need and what help can you offer?"

Kat looked at Sirrah. Sirrah was obviously at her nerves end. "Er," she said. "The help we need is in going back to Mordor. I think that since that's where we arrived, that's also where we're going to have to leave. The help we have to offer…" She trailed off and sighed. "You won't believe us. Just trust us that we can help the Ringbearer get to Mordor and Mount Doom alive. We have our ways."

Gimli did not like the vague answer Kat gave. "Why should we trust you? For all we know, you are working for Sauron and will lead the Ringbearer directly to him!"

Sirrah quickly spoke up. "We know what will happen in the future!" she said quickly, before her nerves made her unable to speak. Silence once again prevailed amongst the Council. Sirrah realized that she would have to elaborate. "We know what will happen. Kat and I know that Frodo would take the Ring to Mordor, we knew that a Fellowship will go with him to protect him and the Ring, we know who will be in it. We know what will befall the Fellowship before the Ring is thrown into the fires of Mount Doom. We could help stop much of the unfortunate parts of it from happening." She paused and cast a quick glance at Boromir. Only Kat and maybe Gandalf noticed. "We could help keep certain members of the Fellowship alive." She looked back at Gimli. "Is that enough of a reason to let us travel with the Fellowship? Besides, what would Sauron and Saruman want with two female Humans?"

Gimli glared. "Fine. Who will be in this fellow ship of the ring?"

Kat stood up, saving her friend.

"There will be nine in the Fellow ship, nine walker to combat the nine riders. They will be representatives of the free races of middle earth. Shall I say who will be in it, Elrond?"

Elrond looked grave.

"If you wish to fathom a guess."

Kat nodded.

"Frodo will obviously be the ring bearer. Gandalf will accompany him, as it is last great task to see the rings destroyed. Aragorn shall go with them, as he is the heir of Isli-I mean Isildor, and the rings fate ties greatly with his own. He and Boromir shall go to, I think it's the white city to reforge the sword that was broken." She looked to see Gandalf nodding, and Elrond looking at her fixedly. "Legolas of Mirkwood shall be the representitive for the elves, and Gimli for the dwarves." She stopped and counted on her fingers. "Ah yes, that leaves three more. Sam! Come out from your hiding spot in the garden, I know that you are there." Sam came forward clumsely, blushing and wringing his hands. Kat smiled. "For his loyalty to his master, Frodo, Sam will go with the Company, Leaving Elrond two more spots to fill."

Gimli stood up, eyes blazing. "And do you know who these two will be?"

Kat nodded, narrowing her eyes.

"Elrond will advise against it, but Gandalf shall be in their defense. Pippin and Merry shall be the last walkers, due to their friendship to Frodo, and their unerring loyalty." And bowing, Kat sat down.

Gimli looked at Elrond, who looked very surprised. Gandalf was nodding, looking slightly amused.

"Does the lady speak the truth lord Elrond?"

Elrond spoke slowly and deliberately. "She does, on every account."

Silence stretched over them for long moments. Finally, Gandalf spoke up. "I think," he said, "that there is more than meets the eye concerning these young ones." He stood up and walked closer to them, looking each of them directly in the eye. "I, for one, would be glad to have them accompany the Fellowship to Mordor." He turned and looked at the rest of the Council. "They have also been to Mordor and seen Sauron himself." He cast an odd look back at the two girls as they started to snicker. He decided that it was best to ignore them. "They know what we are up against. They could be valuable to our quest." Once again, Sirrah and Kat started to laugh.

The laughter must have been slightly contagious, for Aragorn said with a smile on his face, "At least they could bring a bit of gaiety to the Fellowship. The gods know that we will need it once we get to Mordor."

Kat and Sirrah gave up trying to stop their giggles at that point. Elrond nodded gravely.

"So it is, the Fellowship is chosen, with the Lady Kat and the Lady Sirrah accompanying them. They must leave within the week."

~^~

So it was that Kat and Sirrah were chosen to go with the Fellowship to Mordor, though they knew that it was, in the end, only Frodo and Sam that would go so far. They would be traveling with Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli when the Fellowship broke. This had been decided. Whether Boromir was to travel with them was a mystery that the girls were still debating. They had been sitting on Sirrah's bed all day, recalling what had happened to the Fellowship throughout the journey. All had gone well, until they hit Gandalf's dissapperance.

"We can't let him fall!"

"But he has to, otherwise he won't be reincarnated!"

"I know, but isn't there something we can do?"

Kat shook her head.

"No, we have to let him fall, he'll never be Gandalf the White otherwise."

Sirrah sighed.

"Allright, I guess your right, it is kind of crucial."

Kat nodded, already trying to remember what happened next.

"Then they go to Lorien, stop at the Nimrodel, get surprised by Halidar, spend the night in the trees, orcs cross into Lorien, they get into a spat about whether Gimli gets a blindfold."

"Huh?"

Kat nodded.

"Yeah, I know, stupid really, ya know that thing that the Elves and Dwarves have going? Kind of like americans and nearly every other country? I'm better than you are…"

Sirrah nodded.

"Yes, well, this has gone so far that they wont even let the dwarves look at lorien. It takes the entire fellowship getting Blindfolded before any of them go."

Sirrah shook her head.

"Sheesh."

Kat nodded.

"No kidding, the funny part is that Gimli ends up with a love for Galandriel. Go figure."

"Yeah, I know, and he threatens any one that speaks against her."

Kat laughed.

"Yeah, and almost gets them all killed."

Sirrah shook her head.

"Crazy."

"No kidding."

~^~

The next day, Kat left Sirrah to her own devices, and sat, making up various spells for healing, destruction, and warding. By the end of the day, Sirrah had talked Aragorn into giving them Fighting lessons, and Kat had made up a multitude of spells and written them down carefully, then folding them into a small piece of waterproof packaging. Then, she called in Legolas, Aragorn, Sam and Sirrah.

"I'm really sorry, but I want to know how this warding spell works, cause I just don't know. Could you stand out there a bit for a minute? I just need you to do some things."

Aragorn nodded.

"What do you need us to do?"

Kat pursed her lips, trying to think.

"I don't know if I'll be able to talk to you, so one I cast the circle, look for me, listen for me, and try to get in. I don't want to find along the way that you cant see us, but you can get in."

Sirrah smiled.

"Yes, that would defiantly be a bad thing."

Kat nodded.

"That's exactly why I'm testing it here. Just wait there a second." And she walked in a slow circle, chanting.

"Chaos lingers on the dawn

watching o'er her earthly spawn

let her vision pass by tonight

let us be free from the fight

Two times let the circle be cast

One for Lorien's love which will last

One for Elberenth's wisdom of time

The circle is layed at the end of this ryhme!"

Around the circle which Kat had walked, there was a small flash of light, and then it subsided. Kat turned and looked at them. Her mouth moved but they couldn't hear her, but they could see her. She put her hands on her hips.

"Well, that answers two questions." Muttered Sirrah. Legolas was staring, so was Sam. She suspected that it was for different reasons. Aragorn just looked impressed. Suddenly, he started walking towards her. Sirrah shrugged and followed suit, with Legolas and Sam behind her. They walked, and walked and walked and walked some more. She couldn't have been more than four feet away when they started, but by the time they had stopped, they had walked twice the length of the room. Kat clapped her hands together and smiled. Then she walked around the circle once, muttering. They heard her opening spell clearly.

The circle is broken

Free for all to pass through

I take rest as a token

And the saftey of me too.

She grimaced as the circle flashed and faded again.

"That is a really sucky opening spell. I'm glad its different in a plural tense."

Aragorn was smiling.

"Congratulations little one. I will feel better knowing that you may protect us if the need should come."

Legolas was still staring, and now Kat noticed.

"You have to tell me what you saw, I need to know whether you could see me or not."

Sirrah nodded.

"We could see you, but we couldn't hear you."

"Speak for yourself lady Sirrah, I didn't see nor hear nothing!"

Kat perked up.

"Really? What about you Aragorn?"

He looked at her.

"I saw you, but it looked as if I were seeing you through a waterfall, you were distorted, like a mirage on the snow."

Legolas nodded.

"He speaks closer to the truth for me, though it was like seeing you in a great light."

Kat raised an eyebrow.

"Just as I thought, it's different for everyone. But none of you could get in, so I suppose that is the essense."

They all nodded, and Kat thanked them, then grabbed Aragorn and Sirrah and begged for a sword leeson.

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The rest of their stay in Rivendell was taken up with packing, sword fighting and trying to keep their sanity as they prepared to set out on a quest where they knew nearly everything that was to happen. By the end of their stay, Kat had established a definate dislike for Boromir, a strong freindship with the hobbits and a taste for sword fighting. Sirrah had developed the same taste, and the same strong friendship, but not the same dislike for Boromir. In all fact, she had never really spoken to him, just looked. Kat agreed that he was rather hot, but #1 Legolas was better, #2 Aragorn was better and #3 Kat had a mistrust of him from the first. She had heard him refeer to them as witches with a sneer in his voice, and had then and there decided to keep a close watch on him. As they set out, Elrond gave them all a warning, that they had made no oath to stay with them, and could leave when they wished. Kat shook her head subtley, the Fellowship would never stay together, it was not possible. As they set off, she noticed that Frodo never once looked back at Rivendell, he kept his gaze fixed steadily ahead. Kat looked back once, to check that Tiro and Chaos were following them, they were. Then she turned back, patting bill and smiling. She and Sirrah were just behind Sam and in front of Legolas, walking the path, led by Gandalf and Aragorn.

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BWAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!! *sniff* my cat sliced my finger open…it hurts!!! :' (