RIVENDELL! Oh, beautiful elfish Rivendell! Elanor was standing in…ahem…Rivendell. She parted from the other hobbits (it would be but a brief parting, though she had to restrain herself from kissing Pippin goodbye) and went off in search of Luthien.

After wandering the halls of Rivendell for awhile, she bumped into the legs of a tall elf, who unfortunately was not Luthien. Unless Luthien had become male. She briefly panicked, wondering if Luthien had left already and she had walked for days and missed so many second breakfasts for nothing, or if Luthien had changed species altogether and was now a troll, trotting about the place eating…well, whatever trolls eat.

She composed herself and shoved all thoughts of smelly trolls out of her head. 'Erm. Hello,' she said to the elf's knees, the owner of them looking down at her.

'Greetings, little one,' he said.

'Yes. Well. I am little, yes. But did a TALL elf, not a short elf mind you, come here about…a week ago? Two weeks maybe?'

He waited expectantly.

'Her name is….Luthien, I think.'

'Ah, Luthien. Of course. I shall take you to her, come.'

'I'm a coming.'

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After a pointless time of doing nothing, Luthien and Gandalf heard a knock at the door.

'You may enter,' she said superiorly.

The large heavy door gave a loud creak and a very tall somebody, followed by a very short somebody entered.

'Rakael, it is great to see you. What brings you here?'

'And it is a pleasure to see you also, Luthien,' he said in polite-elf-talk, 'I come here because this little friend of yours wishes to meet with you.'

'Little friend?' She muttered to herself, trying to remember.

'Oi, Luthien! Down here!' Elanor cried indignantly from the floor. Well, not exactly the floor, but she was certainly a lot closer to it than the others were.

'Ooh!' She squealed with delight, 'how lovely!' Sarah- Elanor! So, you have come at last!'

And they hugged, though it was quite a difficult feat, considering that Luthien had to bend down awfully far, and Elanor had to jump up a bit and stand on her tip-toes to actually reach Luthien's arms.

'Yes, yes, yes,' Elanor said after a minute. 'Blah blah and it's good to see you and all that, but when's dinner? I'm absolutely starving. You have no idea how long I have walked for, I mean, when Frodo hurt himself we almost never stopped walking, let alone sat down to eat, and so now I really need food because-'

'Frodo?' Gandalf interrupted. 'Frodo Baggins? Is he here now?'

'Yeah…think he's getting fixed or something by Elrond.'

'I must see him immediately. Good day.' He smiled politely at them, though his face was grave, and dashed from the room.

Rakael departed after him, and the long-lost friends were left to bond and swap stories, although, as Elanor pointed out, this would have to wait as dinner was much (much) more important. And so they went off to the dining hall and Elanor stuffed herself silly, which was not particularly unusual.

So, as the two reunited friends sat and ate, they swapped stories about what fun they'd had and how exciting their little adventure had already been. 'And this is only the beginning of the book!' Luthien cried out joyfully, 'we're only up to, like, page 200!'

Elanor burped to show her happiness, and continued to stuff herself, so Luthien continued.

'I mean, I know we should feel worried about Frodo and everything, but, I mean, we know that it all ends up ok, don't we?'

Another hearty burp was her reply.

'My God! I cannot ever imagine you as an elf! The only thing that's changed is that you're half my height!'

'I am deeply insulted!' Elanor mumbled through her mouthful of food.

'No class…no etiquette…' Luthien continued.

'Hey I have class!' Elanor said, though by now she had a rather large mouthful of bread, and only Luthien would have possibly been able to understand her speech.

'Oh, so it's polite to have butter on your nose in the Shire is it?' she mocked, 'Silly me.'

Just then, Karlwen came and sat with them and Luthien introduced her to Elanor.

'Ah,' she said, 'at last we meet! Luthien has told us much about your friendship and all the travels you have journeyed on.'

'Travels?' Elanor said confused, then catching the look Luthien aimed at her she said, 'Oh yeah! We've been all over! Why, I remember the time when Luthien tried to limbo at one of our parties – it was so hilarious! She leant back so far, and she was wearing this really tight dress so-'

Rakael! Earlon! Will you not join us?' Luthien said a little eagerly.

'Elanor Bramblerose was just telling us an intriguing story of Luthien at a hobbit party,' Karlwen informed them.

'I believe Rakael, that you've met Elanor, though not formally,' Luthien interjected, attempting to change the subject, 'Earlon has only heard tales of her, but you now both have to chance to talk together, and learn more of the ways of hobbits.'

'Also, I hope we may learn more of yourself through your closest friend, Luthien the veiled.' Earlon said smiling.

Elanor raised her eyebrow and was about to speak when Luthien silenced her with a dangerous look.

The great hall was becoming more crowded but Luthien saw no sign of her Silvan prince. There were some rather short elves making their way over towards their table though. Wait! Those aren't elves, she thought to herself, they're hobbits! Ooh! It's Merry and Pippin and Sam! A very reluctant Sam, by the look on his face, she observed. The poor dear, worrying about his 'poor mister Frodo, sir', it's so sweet!

To her reunited friend she said in a singsong voice, 'Piiipiiin…'

Elanor choked and after being given the Heimlich manoeuvre by Earlon (who had unfortunately seated himself beside her) she cried desperately, 'Where?!'

'Erm, right behind you, el stupido,' Luthien said, somewhat embarrassed by her friend's behaviour.

Elanor didn't care. She just adjusted her curly brown hair, wiped her mouth, and spun around to face the three approaching hobbits.

Luthien thought they looked very out of place in such a tall room filled with such tall things and rather tall people. The hobbits obviously thought so too, for they did not look anyone in the eyes, not even elf-loving Sam, and when Merry reached the table he said quietly to Elanor, 'Can we sit with you and your friends?'

Elanor looked like she would burst with the thought of Merry, best friend of PIPPIN, calling all the powerful and beautiful elves surrounding her her friends. And on top of that, they wanted to sit with her! PIPPIN wanted to sit with her! Yay!

Luthien noticed that Elanor seemed to have temporarily lost her voice and so said, 'you are all most welcome to sit beside us. After you have satisfied your hunger, perhaps you would honour us with your tale?' She was being polite of course, because she and Elanor both knew very well the tale of the hobbits and The Ring.

They nodded shyly and seated themselves upon the chairs at the table where Luthien and Elanor and her elf friends were. Pippin was next to Earlon, and Merry and Sam sat beside Luthien who was across from Elanor. Elanor seemed quite pleased with the arrangements. Luthien was sure she was waiting for Earlon to get up and then there would be no one between her and her Pippin.

Soon a song started up and many of the elves, including Karlwen and Rakael, joined in. Earlon was busy talking animatedly with Pippin. Luthien laughed and talked with some of her other elf friends, while Elanor, suddenly snapping out of the sleepy peacefulness the song had made her drift into, stared at her friend.

Was she speaking in elvish?! Yeah, she was! The only elvish Sarah-jane had ever heard Lucy speak was in the songs on the Lord of the Rings soundtrack! Now she was just talking away…with her pretty little elf friends…like it was all perfectly normal. Then Sarah-jane reminded herself that jumping into a book dressed as Pokey and Gumby wasn't particularly an every day kind of thing either. She found herself wondering what her family and friends were doing now…

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There came a cry across a large deserted plain in the middle of Australia, which could have been taken for many voices yelling out 'Luuuuuuuuuuuucyyyyyyyyyyyyy!'.

An echo around Uluru sounded remarkably like 'Saaaaaaaarrrraaaaaaahh-jaaaaaane!'

But Lucy and Sarah-jane did not hear them because they were not in Australia. Infact, they weren't even on planet earth.

No, no, the lucky things were in MIDDLE EARTH! And Elanor was currently drooling over the very-close-at-hand Pippin, while Luthien dreamt of what she could be doing with Legolas at that present time.

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Lila showed up half way through the night, when the elves were still singing and all was merry, looking rather dishevelled. An also rather dishevelled-looking elf came in behind her. They spoke together for a moment before she joined them, and before they parted he kissed her had (bending rather low to do so, I might add).

Ah, Luthien thought to herself, so he's one of those elves.

After Lila had explained that she'd been "getting to know the locals", Elanor introduced Lila to Luthien (rather happy to be able to introduce Luthien to someone she didn't know), and she and Lila began a recount of how they had met and explaining to Luthien that Lila was Elanor's trusty companion.

'What will you do when we leave Rivendell, Lila?' Luthien asked, curiously.

'I may stay here for a bit longer, if you don't mind,' she told them, 'I'm getting to quite like this place.'

Then she and Merry talked for a while about family and Shire business, while Sam disappeared off to be with Frodo and Pippin was talking drunkenly friendly with some elves at the table. Meanwhile Elanor was plucking up the courage to talk to her Scotty-short-thing, and Luthien was egging her on, while wondering in the back of her head where on Middle Earth Legolas could be. Obviously, he was in Rivendell. But where? She sniffled and Elanor comforted her, guessing what the reason for her sniffle was for. However, Luthien did not stop sniffling because of her friend's efforts to cheer her up. She stopped abruptly because her hot arrow-shooting, sure-footed, fair spoken, warrior sexy elven prince had just stepped into the room.

There he was, all dressed in robes of moss green, and shining like the sun. But then again, that could have just been Luthien's imagination that he was glowing. But even if he wasn't he was definitely looking hot and that was the end of it.

'Erm, Lucy dear, Luthien? You're, um, drooling.' Her friend informed her, concerned.

'Leeeegolaaaas…' she sighed.

'Ooh! So it is! Perhaps we should ask him over?'

'I don't know if he would come, I may have scared him slightly at our first meeting.'

'Yes. That did sound a little…odd behaviour. Especially from a fantastical beautiful elf like you.'

Luthien was too caught up in her lovely Greenleaf to notice the sarcasm in Elanor's voice.

'Oh, it looks like we don't have to ask him anyway. He's already on his way over here.'

Luthien didn't particularly need to be told that her elven hottie was on his way over to them. She was watching him slowly head in their direction with the other elves from Mirkwood with her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide.

Suddenly, Luthien found the power within herself to act perfectly normal and elflike. All is well, she thought to herself, encouragingly, I am cool, calm and collected. I shall not drool. I shall not scare him away…he won't run away…

Just as she thought this to herself, Legolas caught sight of her. Their eyes met and for a moment, neither could look away. When their eyes did break contact, it was amazingly Luthien who looked away. She later explained to Elanor that to look at something as fair and yummy and excellent as Legolas for so long was like looking at the sun.

Legolas walked over to them in his elfish way.

'Hello!' Elanor said cheerfully, standing in front of her silent friend.

Legolas looked around, and then down. 'Ah, greetings, little halfling.'

'That is getting really annoying,' Elanor muttered to herself, but to Legolas she said 'I hear you've already met my friend Luthien?'

Legolas glanced at Luthien. 'Yes…we have been acquainted.'

Elanor snickered. 'So, I'll leave you two elves together then, shall I?' She bounded off in search of Pippin, who she hoped was very tipsy.

The two sat in awkward silence for a while. Legolas was the first to break the ice. 'Are you feeling better, Luthien, I mean…' he trailed off.

'Erm, about this morning…' Luthien faltered, 'Well, I'd just like to say I'm sorry about kicking you and sort of chasing after you…'

'Think nothing of it,' he said, relieved that at last this elf seemed to be in her right mind, 'I apologise for the intrusion. It would have been quite startling to wake up in such a way.'

The next part, Luthien couldn't stop herself from spilling out, 'Actually, I couldn't think of a better way to start the day.'

Oh GOD! She thought desperately, must… make …right. 'It was only a jest,' she said, forcing herself to laugh.

Legolas' expression had turned from frightened to relieved again. He actually LAUGHED. A little hysterically perhaps, but it did make the rest of the conversation more relaxing.

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Ah! Piiiiippin!' Elanor cried out joyfully to Merry. It was very dark in the hall way …somewhere in Rivendell.

'Erm, I'm not Pippin…' he said hesitantly, 'What's your name again?'

'Elanor Bramblerose,' she said brightly, 'and I wonder if you could tell me where my- er, where Pippin is?' she added with a casual smile. She did not realize that her facial expressions wouldn't change a thing, as it was rather dark in That Place and she could hardly tell her obsession …I mean, the object of her affections, from his best friend.

'Er, I think he went to bed.'

'Oh … where's he sleeping?'

Merry looked sceptical, or at least he would have looked sceptical if Elanor was able to see him. Unfortunately, for Elanor anyway, Sam rushed suddenly into the room. 'It's Mr. Frodo! He cried out joyously, breaking into the first smile they'd seen on his face since Frodo was stabbed by the Morgul blade, "he's awake. Frodo's awake.'

Merry ran out after Sam and Elanor quickly followed.

To her great surprise, it was a bright morning outside. She slowly realized that they'd been down stairs, near the wine cellars just before. Hmm…she thought, what was Merry doing near the wine cellars?

She thought no more about this, however, because just then Pippin came running up to meet them.

'He's awake then?' he asked (half-shouting at) Sam, 'Frodo's alright!'