All Luthien could do was stare … and drool slightly. She felt like she was in one of those movies where every thing slows down and the romantic music comes up and…and she squealed with delight! 'Oh! My love! At last we are together!' He just looked at her with tears of pain in his eyes incredulously.
'Oh I know! We need not words to express what we feel at our first meeting! Let us savour this moment and …seal it with a kiss…' she closed her eyes.
Nothing happened.
She opened them again. Legolas was disappearing through the open doorway rather hastily. 'Wait!' she cried, 'my prince! Do not run from your feelings!'
'You are not yourself, dear maiden,' he called over his shoulder to her as she limped after him down the corridor, 'At least, I hope you are not in your right mind presently and that you are here to be healed by the Lord Elrond's skilled hands.'
Skilled all right, she found herself thinking, but he doesn't know the half of it.
'But, Legolas! I have come to you at last!'
'I know not how it comes that you know my name as I have been here only an hour ere the incident in your room. What queer fate it is indeed that I should mistake your guest room for my own!'
'Fate it was indeed, but not queer! You came to me, my lovely elf who is all things hot! Just as I came to you!'
'Dear maiden, I know not what you speak of!' he said, irritated as well as slightly scared.
'Lego-'
'Luthien,' came the voice of Elrond behind her, 'At last I have found you.'
Bloody hell, she thought bitterly. There were so many confusing thoughts in her brain, she'd just talked to, touched (TOUCHED, I say!!!) and breathed the same air as her dream elfie boy and now…a dirty zillion-year old paedophile was gonna split the 'lovers' up. Try to cop a feel too, she thought darkly.
Luthien decided the best thing to do was to pretend she hadn't heard him and resume stalking Legolas. To her great displeasure, however, he somehow overtook her and cut her off. How does he do that, she thought bitterly.
Paedophile elf began to speak to her but she was busy trying to peer over his shoulder for a glimpse of her 'all'. When Luthien could not see him nor hear his soft footfalls, she nearly burst into tears.
'What troubles you, Luthien the enigmatic, for that is what your friends have named you, what doth trouble thy heart?'
Luthien wanted so much to say, 'YOU DO! You dirty old half-elven dude!' Luckily for her, she restrained herself and remained silent.
'Come,' he said and lead her into an empty room, closing the door behind them, 'Tell me beautiful veiled elf maiden, what has you feeling so?' He put his hand on her shoulder as she sat down upon a nearby chair and gave her a swift searching look.
Luthien just looked down at her dress. It was the same one she'd had on yesterday, though it was now slightly wrinkled as she had slept in it also. It had a liquidy feel to the touch and shimmered like the stars. It was a long-sleeved dress of periwinkle blue with delicate silver beads at the hem and neck. Luthien thought it reminded her of Legolas. But then, so did socks …and come to think of it, just about everything reminded her of Legolas. Except subway sandwiches, now that would just be silly.
'Do not weep, but tell me your troubles.' Elrond continued.
'You made prince go away,' Lucy sobbed thickly.
'I do not understand?'
'Elanor wouldn't even let me take my pretty pictures of My All, and now she's eating elevensies with her scotty-short-thing, what you call?' she said confused, 'Pippin.' She nodded to herself. Elrond looked scared.
Heh heh, she thought and this sudden evil joy made her think straight again.

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'I think…I'm going…to die…' Elanor gasped. She stumbled over to a patch of soft looking grass and flopped down. 'My babies…my poor little poochies…' She stroked her now dirty set of feet lovingly. 'Yes, you're tired…we'll rest now, it's okay…'

Lila was too exhausted to comment on this new show of insanity, she just sat down next to Elanor, curled herself up in a ball, and fell asleep.

The two hobbits had been walking all day- Elanor had been certain if they didn't stop they'd bump into Pippin and Co, and yet it was now sunset and they hadn't met anyone at all, not even the odd black rider rampaging about.

Elanor wondered what Luthien was doing in Rivendell. She was imagining large plates of food, happy songs, lovely elves, and a soft fluffy bed with soft fluffy pillow, and more food. Elanor glanced down at the grass, sighed, thought of Pippin, and then snuggled down under her cloak to sleep.

In the morning, after breakfast and a quick search for signs of hobbits, they set out again in a direction Elanor hoped was the way to Rivendell. She was beginning to feel doubtful about this (considering the fact they had met no Elves, Hobbits, Tom Bombadils or Black Riders) and just when she was feeling quite desperate, they came to a river.

'Brandywine Bridge!' Elanor cried with happiness. 'Yay! Now we must go the Buckleberry Ferry. Come.'

The came to the 'ferry,' though Elanor thought it looked far more like a RAFT, and not just any raft, but an incredibly flimsy and unsafe looking raft, the sort of raft that is easy to fall off of and then DROWN. She stared at it. 'It looked so much safer in the movie,' she muttered. 'Right…you first.'

Lila nodded to herself, perhaps said a quick prayer, and then jumped lightly onto the so-called ferry. 'It's quite safe!' She said brightly, rocking backwards and forwards a little to prove it.

Elanor winced. 'Erm…would you mind not doing that? It makes me feel queasy.'

'Oh, sorry. Come on, it's fine. See, you can jump!' Lila jumped enthusiastically. The ferry tipped and water washed over it, while Elanor shrieked about sea monsters and the Titanic. Lila sat down promptly, getting her skirt wet in the process. 'Well, it's safe if you don't jump, anyway,' she said.

Elanor closed her eyes and thought of her darling and her lucky shoelaces. 'Right. Jump. Onto. Raft.' She leapt, landed, and breathed a sigh of relief. 'Okay. How do we paddle?'

'With the paddles.'

'Ah…'

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They spent an uneventful night in Bree, though it was quite unnerving, as everyone there was oddly twitchy and suspicious- the gatekeeper person questioned them for half an hour before they were let in, in the end coming up with questions like 'do you like cabbages?' Which as we all know has nothing at all to do with anything.

Elanor decided this meant her hobbits had already passed through (most unfortunately) and she had better get a move on, or she'd lose them forever…or at least until they reached Rivendell.

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They had been walking for days. Elanor had lost count of them and could think only of food, rainbow socks, and the song 'I love my shirt,' all three of them together making her go slightly delusional, so that she was calling Lila Pippin whenever she addressed her, and occasionally she started singing

'I am a hobbit hobbit hobbit,

Yes I am a hobbit hobbit hobbit

Wherever I go (through rain and snow)

The people always let me know

I am a hobbit hobbit hobbit…'

After about ten renditions of this charming song, Lila tried to shush her, but succeeded only in being hugged around the neck (quite tightly) and being serenaded with "oh Piiiiiiiippin!" and so she stuffed a few flowers in her ears to block out the noise.

'When d'you think we'll get to Rivendell?' Elanor asked after awhile of unusual silence. There was no answer. 'Lila? Oh trusty companion?'

Lila still did not speak, and so Elanor yelled. 'HELLO? DO YOU THINK WE WILL GET THERE ANY TIME SOON, OH TRUSTY COMPANION OF MINE?'

Lila jumped, pulled the flowers out of her ears hastily, and composed herself. 'What did you say?'

'What on earth were you doing with those in your ears?' Elanor said in a bemused sort of voice (the sort of voice a person uses when they think someone else is being crazy and weird).

'Oh…nothing,' Lila said, realising this was one of the rare normal patches Elanor experienced every so often.

'Hmm…anyway, I was wondering when you think we'll get there.'

'Don't know,' Lila said, shrugging. 'But there's a big…thing…over there.' She pointed.

'WEATHERTOP!!!!' Elanor shrieked. She hugged Lila. 'Pippin, you've found Weathertop!'

Lila sighed.

Elanor started a quick little run, her legs moving twice as quick as they usually did in her eagerness to get to Weathertop before the other hobbits left. As they grew closer, she could see a bright light flickering at the top of it. 'Aragorn!' She whispered. She turned to Lila. 'We are almost there, my trusty companion. Never fear, for Aragorn is here.'

'Oh good.'

'He has a sword,' Elanor said.

'Oooooh.'

'But he doesn't let you have second breakfast.'

Lila blinked and did not say anything.

'I understand,' Elanor said, nodding. 'It's all very sad…but we will get through this.'

They began to climb. Up and up and up and up. Elanor decided she was definitely going to die. She would never see her Pippin. Luthien would stay in Rivendell for ever and ever with her elfie boy…

Just as Elanor was about to sit down and massage her feet, they came to the top, at long long last.

There stood four hobbits (well, one was on the ground in agony and the others were crowded around him) and one awfully tall human.

Elanor gave a whimper and fainted.

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Fuzziness…voices…'it's lucky she didn't run into the ringwraiths…' actually quite a nice, Aragorny sort of voice, when she thought about it.

Elanor sat up abruptly. Frodo was still surrounded by the hobbits, and was still moaning in agony, but Aragorn had left him for a few seconds to find out if the hobbit who had fainted was alive and well, apart from the fainting spell.

When he saw she was, he hurried back to Frodo, leaving Elanor and Lila a few feet away, Elanor's head spinning.

'Are you alright?' Lila asked with concern.

'Oui.'

'But…you fainted.'

'Oui.'

'So you're sure you're okay?'

'Oui.'

'Okay then. If you're sure.'

'Oui.'

Lila stopped talking, and while Elanor gazed at the hobbits with wonder and delight, she saw to her great distress that Aragorn was picking Frodo up, and seemed to be carrying him off, and the other hobbits were following him! They were leaving her! Everyone kept leaving her!

'Shouldn't we follow them?' Lila asked a few seconds later, as Aragorn, Frodo, Merry, Pippin and Sam disappeared from sight.

'Oh.' Elanor shook herself out of a trance. 'Oui! Let us go!'

They climbed down the rocks, though not quite as quickly as the others, as their hobbit girl skirts sometimes got in the way and it could be very annoying. Elanor felt awfully sad when she realised she had in fact ripped a small hole in the back of it, for she was very fond of her hobbit outfit. If they ever went back home she wanted to keep it, and wear it to town occasionally.

The next few days were terribly exhausting. Aragorn walked very fast. Even as a human being Elanor wasn't a particularly fast walker, and now as a hobbit things became twice as hard, and her little legs had to move even more often.

'Do you know the muffin man?' Elanor asked Lila at dusk a few days later.

'No.'

'Darn…d'you think we're nearly at Rivendell?'

Lila shrugged tiredly.

'OI! Aragorn!'

Aragorn turned around. 'Yes?'

'How long till we get to Rivendell?'

'A few days, perhaps,' he answered.

The other hobbits protested and Frodo gave a very scary groan. He was after all getting closer and closer to the Shadow world.

'But- but- he'll never make it!' Sam cried, Frodo's limp hand in his own.

Aragorn didn't say anything, and Elanor took the break to mean that they were stopping, and sat down happily upon a log. Well, as happy as one can be when Frodo Baggins may become a ringwraith, which isn't really extremely happy in the scheme of things.

They heard a clippity clop of horses come up from the trees, and while everyone else dashed into the bushes and hid there, watching, Elanor waited by the road patiently for Glorfindel the elf to come.

Then Glorfindel blabbed on and on about Gandalf and many a thing, but as Elanor had already read the Lord of the Rings, she knew what was happening (ie that Saruman had gone bonkers) and so spent the conversation watching Pippin with interest. He was biting his fingernails, and he did look ever so lovely doing so.

Glorfindel was actually quite good looking, Elanor thought cheerfully, perhaps, if things didn't work out with Legolas, she could set he and Luthien up…at least he wasn't Liv Tyler. Phew. She needed no romance now, thankyou very much, she had her own saga to…be…in.

Unfortunately, though, Liv Tyler didn't make them continue onto Rivendell with her.

Blerk.

Glorfindel had probably worked in orc-concentration camps, Elanor thought to herself bitterly, as she hobbled on behind Pippin and Merry and Sam, who were almost asleep on their feet.

Why couldn't Arwen have now, huh? WHY? If they'd joined the movie things would have been different…oh yes, she remembered. They were just actors. This is the real thing.

And then we all know what happens. The Black Riders, who are mean and scary and black, come along (gallop gallop gallop) and Frodo must ride off all on his lonesome, for Liv Tyler is not there to save his little hobbit body this time. And THEN, the bloody black riders try to catch him, but the river attacks them (go river!) and they are swept away downstream, but they cannot die because… well, anyway. However the horsies DO die, which is actually very sad.

When Frodo was safe on the other side of the river, the hobbits rejoiced. In the midst of the excitement, Elanor hugged Pippin. She HUGGED him. As in, her arms went around his body and his arms went around her body and they jumped about for a bit, TOUCHING please note, and then Merry (freaking bloody Merry) decided that he too wanted a hug, and he started jumping about as well, and Sam would have but he was still worried about Frodo, and Aragorn, as he was a King to be and far too important and Aragorny, stood and waited patiently for them to finish.

Lila watched Rivendell with a wistful expression and thought about food and elves and Frodo.

When the hugging was over, and they were about to set off again after Frodo, Elanor realised her arms were still around a certain hobbits waist, and the certain hobbit was looking at her really rather strangely.

'Erm.' He said, raising his beautiful eyebrows.

'Hello.' Elanor said.

'Hello…could you, erm, let go?' He said, his accent making her swoon.

'oh…of course, my lovel- I mean of course, Pippin.' She smiled charmingly and released him.

And then they walked towards Rivendell, where Lord Elrond was healing Frodo, and Luthien was chasing Legolas desperately. Ah, how she missed her good old buddy. Things could be lonely without her, though Lila and her trusty companionness was an excellent substitution.

'Come along, footsies,' she said happily to her feet. 'Let us be off!'