'Oi! Elanor?!' Lucy/Luthien called into the tall trees. 'Where has that bloody hobbit got to now?'

Of course Elanor was nowhere to be found. Lucy did not heed this however, as it was not unusual for her dearest friend to lose herself in a such a small space of time. So, "Luthien" set about on un-packing her backpack of food to try and draw her misplaced friend to her.

While she waited for the hungry- food- loving hobbit to come scampering back, she sat in the grass of a small clearing feeling quite peaceful and calm and at one with nature. She supposed this was how elves felt, except when they were around those darn dwarves.

Most unfortunately, Luthien's thoughts were rudely interrupted by a fair voice from behind her. She suddenly jumped to her feet and swung around, unusually agile, and found herself face to face with a real-life breathing elf.

'Whoa.' She said intelligently.

'What is your name and where have you come from, for I have not seen your face amongst so many who dwell in Rivendell.'

Lucy suddenly became aware that he was speaking in elvish and yet she could understand his speech. 'I am called Luthien but from where I come I cannot tell, for even I myself do not know.' Luthien nodded to herself, impressed with her speech. If only Elanor could see her now, she'd show her a thing or two.

The tall dark-haired elf surveyed her for a moment with his deep green eyes as if he was trying to see into her mind and learn it's secrets.

Lucy thought she might counter act his finding out of all these secrets by singing in her mind "May It Be," and thinking about Legolas.

'Well,' he said after a time, 'I shall take you to meet with Lord Elrond and you shall discuss your own matter with his council. And,' he paused with a smile, 'in a short time another council will held and the Silvan Prince of Mirkwood will be among them.'

Even as a fair-spoken elf Luthien could not put her joy into words, and just smiled beautifully at the elf, as elves do not gape dumbly even when they will soon be meeting a (hot) prince.

The elf turned and walked away, indicating for her to follow him. She did so, and soon found herself to be right in the heart of Rivendell.

She was gobsmacked. (If elves can be gobsmacked.)

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Sarah-jane sat on the grass. Ahead of her in the distance she could see what looked to be a little village, with small wagons trundling along and people bustling to and fro, and behind her trickled a small clear stream.

She sighed happily. And once she met Pippin, her life would be complete.

Glancing down, Sarah-jane who was now Elanor saw to her great delight that she now had a rather dirty, hairy set of feet.

'Muahahaha,' she whispered.

After a few moments of silence, she realised something was missing. Pippin, for one, but where on earth was Luthien? Surely it didn't take that long for one to jump into a book?

Elanor made good use of the food she had packed into her bag, snacking until she could snack no more. And still Luthien had not appeared.

'Probably off smooching with that blonde elfie boy,' Elanor muttered. 'So I am all alone….all alone. No one is here beside me. My problems have all gone…'

The sudden intake of food had gotten to her brain, and so when two hobbits peered through the leaves to see exactly who was singing, their eyes met a rather peculiar sight. A hobbit with dark hair was sitting on the ground, slumped up against a tree trunk playing an imaginary violin, humming softly to herself.

One of the two hobbits emerged from the hiding place. 'Er- miss,' he said politely.

'Oui oui?' Elanor said, her arms still positioned as though she were holding a violin.

'Erm…are you alright, if you don't mind me asking?'

'Of course not!' She cried, possibly a little too enthusiastically. 'I am a hobbit,' she whispered to him, leaning in closely so no one else could hear.

'Well, yes miss, you are.'

'And you are a hobbit!' Elanor said, her voice filled with delight.

'Yes, I am…are you sure you're alright? You seem a little…out of sorts.'

'My friend left me,' she confided in him sadly, and proceeded to play a sad piece on her violin.

When she had finished, the hobbit cleared his throat.

The other hobbit called his friend to him and whispered (though rather loudly as he assumed she was quite out of it anyway), 'Todo, maybe we should take her to see the doctor up in South Farthing.'

'Nah, she just seems a wee bit tipsy, best give her a rest and come back and check on her later. After second breakfast.'

'Ooh,' said Elanor, perking up at the mention of food. 'Can I come too?'

'I'm not sure if you're up to it,' the second hobbit said kindly.

'Course I'm up to it. What do you take me for?'

'Uh. A hobbit, miss,' he said hesitantly.

'That's right…is it time for second breakfast?'

Without much further ado, the two hobbits plus an imposter hobbit set out in the search of their second breakfast, because they were hungry as anyone would be before having eaten again. Elanor (having stuffed herself earlier) wasn't particularly starving, but nonetheless liked the thought of another hearty meal.

'Who exactly, miss…' he waited for the information.

'Elanor. Elanor Bramblerose,' she said with a big smile.

'Pleased to meet you Miss Bramblerose,' he paused. 'Who are you related to?'

'Er, well…' Elanor had an internal struggle. She had not quite thought that part out. Now she had better think quickly because, as docile and uninterested in outside matters as hobbits are, they can be quite suspicious creatures too. 'You know that hobbit?'

They waited, blinking.

'The one with the, uh, beard? I suspect we may be distantly related…how long until we get there? I'm feeling quite peckish.'

The hobbits exchanged a glance. There was definitely something strange about this hobbit…but, seeing as she was clearly quite harmless (and quite insane as well) they decided not to press the matter.

'Not too long,' one of them said with a grin. He licked his lips and Elanor bounced on the spot. She had never had second breakfast.

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