I am grumpy about the Mary-sue comment someone left, because just yesterday we were sitting on the swings wondering if people would take this story the wrong way, and we thought 'no, they wouldn't do that, they would see it's just something bizarre meant for a bit of a laugh.'

And yet no.

Done with ranting.

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Elanor stared at the wall. It was a rather lovely wall. Her head was spinning a little from far too much food, and her brain just could not stay focused on one thing or another for very long. But she knew it was a nice wall and for the moment, that was all that mattered in the world.

'Grhmghm…' She mumbled lazily, rubbing her (slightly stretched) stomach.

There was an annoying feeling in the back of her mind that there was something quite important she had forgotten. She frowned, trying very hard to think. It was difficult, but in the end she managed it.

'Stupid elf,' she muttered grumpily.

'Pardon?' The hobbit next to her said in surprise, glancing sideways at her.

'She's left me here all alone and I have no Pippin.' Elanor explained sadly. She bit into an apple and sighed loudly, spraying apple bits across the table in the process.

'Oh…'

'But she gets Legolas. And.' Elanor sniffed 'she's probably off with the elves, running about in a pretty tree filled woods while I am here. All by my little self. It's not easy being small, you know.'

'But you're taller than me,' said the hobbit, frowning.

'Oh. Yes. Well that's not the point. The Point is that I am here and she is there and I am lonely and even though this is lovely food-' she helped herself to a few biscuits- 'I really want my Pippin and I want to see the elves.' She sniffled loudly and pouted.

'I want to see the elves too,' the hobbit said understandingly. 'But we don't leave the Shire often, you see. It's very dangerous out there. Men and the likes. You wouldn't want to go alone.'

'I'm not going alone,' Elanor said, her brain ticking quickly. 'I am going with my darling and his lovely friends and they will protect me and also they will feed me.'

'Who're your friends?'

Elanor looked around for suspicious looking orcs or wizards and when she decided there were only full looking hobbits around, she whispered (just in case) 'Frodo Baggins…'

'Baggins?' Said the hobbit in surprise. 'But he's already left, he moved away just yesterday.'

'WHAT?!!!!!'

The poor hobbit leapt a few feet in the air. 'he…moved….yesterday.'

Elanor growled and then said brightly 'I really must be toodle-ing off now,' she said smiling around at the company gathered. 'Thankyou for the lovely food. Mind if I take some?' She grabbed a few loaves of bread, curtsied somewhat clumsily, and then dashed out the door.

Her Pippin had already left. Things were becoming desperate- no Luthien, no Pippin, hardly any food, and no good walking stick or trusty companion.

On the plus side she did have extremely pretty hairy feet.

As she walked, she thought about matters. Obviously Frodo and Sam were on their way to the nice new house they would not be staying in, and Pippin and Merry were waiting for them with Fatty. Luthien was off mingling with the Elves and soon the Council of Elrond would be taking place.

Perhaps she could kidnap Pippin and they could go off together, but then that might change things just a little too dramatically in terms of everything. Or the other option was to join the four hobbits as they travelled to Rivendell. There was no way in hell she was going by herself. Not with the Black Riders trotting about, nosiree.

She was feeling quite glum, though the thought of Pippin was a little like a beacon on the horizon, when she heard the thump a thump of footsteps behind her. Elanor tried to draw her sword but unfortunately she had no sword which really was a pity.

'Wait!' The thumper cried breathlessly. 'I'm coming too!'

'Yay! How happy! Now I have a trusty companion to help me on my way and carry my bread! What is your name, oh trusty companion?'

The Trusty Companion looked a little doubtful about the carrying-stuff aspect, but decided to ignore it and put it down to the weird hobbit's insanity. 'Erm…Lila Brandybuck.'

'Then you would be related to Merry, no?'

Lila nodded her blonde head. 'We're third cousins on my mother's side,' she said.

'Ah….I am related to that hobbit with a beard. My name is Elanor but you can call me…well, Elanor. Anyway. D'you know Pippin?'

'Yes…'

'Is he, by any chance, particularly friendly with any hobbits? Any girl hobbits?' Elanor tried to look casual.

Lila frowned, thinking. 'Well…Diamond is very nice to him and he seems to like her, if you know what I mean.'

-right, kill her-

'But he's a bit topsy turvy and he's just gone off without saying goodbye…'

-bwahahaha-

'So maybe he's not that fond of her,' Lila finished, while Elanor rubbed her hands together gleefully and cackled.

'I don't suppose you know any martial arts?' She asked Lila after a few minutes of walking silently.

'Pardon?'

'Oh, nothing…d'you have a sword?'

'Well, no.'

'Knife? Battle-axe? Bow and arrow? Horn of Gondor?'

'No…'

Elanor sighed. 'This is going to be very difficult then. We must find the other hobbits. I say we skip.'

Lila skipped after Elanor. Together they leapt through the fields of pretty coloured flowers, and Elanor felt rather quite happy. She was going to see Elves and find Luthien and she had a trusty companion and she had hairy feet and SHE WAS GOING TO MEET PIPPIN. Okay, so the Black Riders would be about the place and Frodo would have the Ring of Doom and Gandalf would fall into darkness and Boromir would die (unless they saved him which would be nice) but at least she would be with Pippin.

Oh yes, and Luthien. But anyway.

'How long does it take to get to Rivendell?' Elanor asked, yawning.

'I don't know. I've never been there.' Lila's eyes shone. 'But I hear it's very beautiful, and the elves are there.'

'Yes they are.'

'If you don't mind me asking, why are we going to Rivendell? Apart from meeting the elves, I mean.'

'I misplaced my friend and I suspect she may be there,' Elanor answered. 'However the main task at the moment is to find Mr Underhill and co.'

'Who are they?'

Elanor peered through the trees around then for sings of Black Riders. 'Well, Frodo,' she whispered. 'But we mustn't call him that, okay?'

'Erm. Okay,' Lila said in a hushed voice.

'So we have to find them for I am pining and…actually, I'm also quite peckish. I haven't eaten for over and hour and all this walking is bound to make a person- well, a hobbit- rather hungry. I don't suppose you brought any food with you, by any chance?'

Lila grinned a cheery grin, and reached into her (very full) bag. 'I have…cake and bread and fruits and water…and some other things. What would you like?'

Elanor leaped up and down happily on the spot. 'I KNEW I'd need a trusty companion! Yay! I think we shall have cake. We can sit down and eat it and then we will set off again to find my love.'

'And the elves,' Lila reminded her, as she had always wanted to see them.

'Them too. And Luthien.'

'Yes,' Lila said through a mouthful of crumbs.

'I hear the elves have excellent food,' Elanor mumbled, chewing away.

'That's good,' Lila said, spraying crumbs everywhere. 'This mightn't last us very long, I only brought enough for a few days.'

'Well, I expect we'll find the others sooner or later and they always have food with them. But Aragorn is a bit fussy about when they eat, so we'll have to bring some finger food, okay?'

Lila nodded.' What will we do once we get to Rivendell?' She asked, licking the icing off her fingers.

'Well…I must follow the fellowship. But you can do whatever you want. I think the fellowship is getting a little full, but if you follow Gollum you'll get to be around Frodo a lot. That might be fun.'

Lila shrugged. 'Maybe. Can't Frodo just come home after he's been to Rivendell?'

'No, he has to save Middle-Earth.'

'Oh.'

Luthien spent most of the next few days in Rivendell with Rakael and the elves he had introduced her to. They were peaceful and happy times, although Luthien still had a longing for Sarah-jane and her delightful stupidity. The elves were a hospitable and great company (and there were some real lookers too) but it didn't quite compare to the crazy fun she had with her best friend.

She had a weird feeling of loneliness even as she talked and stood amongst her new friends in the woods on a particularly beautiful (as every day there was beautiful) afternoon. Suddenly, there came an errand rider galloping past them, Rakael called out to him and he slowed and dismounted.

'I have a message for Lord Elrond, that a small company of dwarves are requesting permission to speak with him.' He told them, 'they are Dain's kin and very stubborn.' he added, with a disapproving look. Then Rakael spoke with him for a short time.

Swiftly he mounted his horse again and rode off towards the house of Lord Elrond.

The others did not seem very interested in this news but Luthien was VERY excited. Soon, she thought to herself, my Legolas will come and all shall be merry and gay! Then she realized with a shock that even her thoughts had become a little elvish. Scary.

'Come, Luthien, and join us for dinner and many songs. Perhaps you could sing a song about your travels?' Karlwen asked hopefully.

Lucy had a small panic-attack. Oh God! She thought, can I sing?! Sing an actual elvish song?! A song with words?! And a tune, and …and…sing? Arrrgh!

Aloud, she answered, I would be delighted and honoured to join you this evening. And,' she said, mastering her some-what squeaky voice, 'if it is asked of me I will sing a simple tale of my friendship with Elanor.'

'We greatly look forward to it, friend of hobbits and fair mysterious elf, and hope to learn a little more of yourself through it.' Said Rakael.

Erm, thanks?

So, with that the five elves (and converted elf) returned from the woods to the great hall and talked for a time and sang and ate and had a spanking good dinner together. Luthien even managed to pull off a song about the funny ways of hobbits and how much cooler elves were than them and how cute it was when they tried to compete with their coolness. She figured the elves would like that song coz it was all about them. They did. Then they drank more wine and eventually set off to their beds rather wobbly (but nonetheless elvishly cool and skilfully they wobbled).

'Get off me you horny hobbit! I said GET OFF!' Luthien woke with an excruciatingly painful feeling in her left leg. She had just been having a dream and had attempted to kick a rather hasty Merry off of her, but of course, she realized, one cannot kick something that is not there …except…

'Awwwwgh…' grumbled somebody from the floor.

Luthien sprang out of bed and half-fell to the floor to aid the innocent person she'd accidentally attacked. They were doubled over so she couldn't tell who the poor dear was, but that didn't stop her from putting an arm around them and apologising profoundly. 'I am so sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I was having this bad dream and then you came in and I'm usually more alert but, well, we had a lot of wine last night and so when you came in…and why did you come in?' she faltered.

'Urgh…paaain.' Was the only reply.

'Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. I can't tell you how bad I feel. I am so s-oh-' she stopped. The elf in pain had looked up at her and she realised with a shock who it was.