Disclaimer: I own only Elli and Caitlin. *Goes to sulk in a corner*
A/N: I'm getting my movie facts and my book facts confused. For some reason I could of sworn that in the book Frodo had someone on with him when he was riding Asfaloth. Thank you to Lady Idril, the Tolkien-All-Knowing- Goddess to making me remember the simple fact that I was wrong. Maybe from now on I should research before I write. I've read the books, but I read them a while back. So my knowledge is based mostly on movie stuff right about now. But for the record, I couldn't see Arwen riding Frodo's ass to Rivendell! She's the Evenstar of her people, for crying out loud!
And about Weathertop. Yeah I knew what happened in the book and in the movie, but I'm interchanging some parts for my story from both. That just happened to be a movie part. I'll try to do book parts more often. I promise!! I now have the book in front of me!
I also realized that theirs no 'Westron" language problems. Guess what? This is my fanfic and I made it that way! Makes my life easier. Sorry if it pisses you off. Go complain to me later.
Ok.Thanks for the reviews everyone! On with my masterpiece ;)
ELLI'S POV
"Where am I?" I managed to mumble. Sunlight was shining through open windows, and I felt a poignant breeze flow throughout the room.
"You are in the house of Elrond, and it is ten o'clock in the morning. It is October the twenty-fourth, if you want to know." (A/N: This is in the book AND the movie! Muahaha. I win!)
"Gandalf! Wow, this part feels strange to me," I replied, confused at being in what was supposed to be Frodo's situation. I leaned up on my left elbow, feeling a bandage wrapped around my side to help heal the wound.
"You saved Frodo's life little one. It must feel strange for you, considering the predicament you have been through. But I must ask: Where did you come from, and why did you take the poisoned blade for Frodo?" Gandalf had a puzzled look on his face. I knew that he had to of asked Caitlin, but I'm sure he didn't trust her word much.
"I am Elli O'Neill, daughter of Rose. Have you talked to my friend Caitlin Bing?"
"Indeed, but her answers were vague, and confusing. She said you magically feel into our world, form another era entirely."
"We did. Although I'm not sure how. We just kinda.fell into here and that was that. But I can tell you that Caitlin and I come from another world besides Middle Earth, and that we don't know how we got here or how we're gonna get home. But come on, Gandalf. I'm sure you can try to get us home. Can't you?"
"I cannot promise you anything, little hobbit. I myself do not know how you got here. But I can tell your friend Caitlin was not lying when she said you do know this tale. For the second you woke up, you knew that I was Gandalf. And you have never met me before. Is this story really in books were you come from?"
I laughed. He seemed amazed at this, so I decided to humor him. "Yup, Gandalf. Most people where I come from know your name. It's like a legend, the whole story. And I know the whole thing."
"Well, that's quite interesting to think about!" Gandalf continued to chuckle to himself for another minute, before getting back to matters. "Now, how is your shoulder? Much better, I presume. You've been healed by the skill of Lord Elrond, although the scar will always remain."
"I know," was all I could think to speak. But that's all I had the chance to say, because in the next minute Caitlin and the hobbits came running in.
"Elli! Don't you ever dare do that to me again! You're rotten little hobbit you! You scared the bejezes out of me, jumping in front of a mad-as- hell Ringwraith. You silly, stupid girl you!" As Caitlin ranted, she wrapped her arms around my little body as best she could, seeing as how I was still laying down.
"It's nice to see you too, Caitlin. And I'll try to not scare you anymore. I'll warn you before hand, kay?"
"Good girl," she smiled, and lightly tapped my cheek. Then she stepped aside so I could see the four little hobbits. Then Caitlin continued to talk. "They couldn't wait for you to get better, she replied, gesturing at the hobbits. "And I think someone would like to personally thank you again."
Caitlin put her hand on Frodo's back, urging him forward. He stood by the edge of the bed, and then climbed up to sit next to me, so he could see me better.
"Thank you again, Elli. I'm entirely grateful for you for doing that for me. You saved my life. I owe you mine."
"No, Frodo. You owe me nothing. Your gratitude is enough." I couldn't think of anything else to say. I thought of Shelob, and the weight of the ring when he traveled through Mordor, and I knew the stab wound from the morgul blade didn't help him to survive. Saving him from this pain was the least I could of done.
I turned and looked at the rest of the hobbits, seeing Merry and Pippin and Sam. It's funny how they had always looked so little, and here I was the same size as them now.
Gandalf turned to me then and spoke. "I think I shall take leave of you now, Lady Elli. But I will return later. You should not leave your bed today. You still need much rest." I nodded my head as he walked out the door, then turned and saw Elrond in the doorway. He glanced at me, and I noticed a small smile on his face as he closed the door, leaving me with four hobbits and Caitlin.
"So, what can you tell us of your world?" Pippin asked after a moment.
"It's much different than Middle Earth, I can assure you. Where we come from, we have buildings that are taller than trees, and cars-"
Merry interrupted me. "Cars? And how can you have buildings taller than trees? What is the name of your world?"
"It's simply called 'Earth', were we live. And yes, buildings are taller than trees, and they're much different than they are here."
"It's hard to believe. But what in the world is a 'car'?" Pippin asked.
"A car is a way of getting around. It's a machine. I can't really explain too well. But our world is much different than this world. There's practically no magical beings, no elves or dwarves or wizards or dark lords or things like that."
"M'lady, what kind of people live in your world, if you don't have any Eldar folk?"
"Men. Just men," I said kind of glumly. Our world sounded so plain. I wish I could stay here forever.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A week past before Gandalf allowed me the simple freedom of wandering around the halls of Rivendell. I went out to find Frodo, wanting some company on my self-guided tour. He gladly accepted, and even offered to let me met Bilbo.
He knocked on my door in the early afternoon the next day. I didn't feel like wearing the elven sleeping gown, or my muddy traveling clothes from my arrival in Middle Earth. So I scrounged my closet for the smallest elven thing I could find in my closet. Of course it was still too big for my hobbit-sized body, but I wasn't staying in my normal clothes another minute. Why did the Mary Sue's always get beautiful, form-fitting dresses? I, on the other hand, got stuck with a dark, hunter-green, peasant dress. I'd have to find Elrond and see if he could have clothes made for me or something. I couldn't live like this.
Frodo escorted me to see Bilbo, who sat waiting in his own chamber. From the minute I laid eyes on him he was a pure delight to be around. Even though he was old by now, he still had a somewhat lively look in his eyes, and had maps and papers strewn across desks and upon the floor and tables. He had so many stories to tell, and it didn't matter if I knew them or not. I was in awe to hear them straight from the horse's mouth.
I heard of the Troll encounter on the journey to The Lonely Mountain. And of his true story of his finding of the Ring. He told stories of the Shire, and of Mirkwood, and so many more. He even talked to us about Aragorn, calling him Dunadan the whole time, and of the time they spent writing and making songs.
Frodo and I stayed with Bilbo until dinner was called, and then off we went. Gandalf slyly whispered to me during dinner that tomorrow would be a council of Elrond, to discuss some matters, and that Caitlin and I were to attend it. They needed to decide what to do with us.
The thought wasn't very promising, but all I knew was that if I didn't find a way into that Fellowship, I'd probably never find a way home by sitting around Rivendell.
A/N: Ok, that sounds clichéd, the whole 'I'm in Rivendell and I'm going to the Council of Elrond and I WILL join the Fellowship', but ya know something? That's the way I want it to go, so it will go that way.
And if you don't believe me on the Dunadan part (there is an accent above the u, but I'm keyboard illiterate) go look in the "Fellowship of the Ring" and go to the bottom of page 260. Bilbo does call him that! Ha! Book proof! All shall hail me! I am almighty!
And completely insane. Just leave comments. Tell me what you think. Or give suggestions on where I should go with this. Or if it's sounding Mary Sue-ish. *muahs* until later.
A/N: I'm getting my movie facts and my book facts confused. For some reason I could of sworn that in the book Frodo had someone on with him when he was riding Asfaloth. Thank you to Lady Idril, the Tolkien-All-Knowing- Goddess to making me remember the simple fact that I was wrong. Maybe from now on I should research before I write. I've read the books, but I read them a while back. So my knowledge is based mostly on movie stuff right about now. But for the record, I couldn't see Arwen riding Frodo's ass to Rivendell! She's the Evenstar of her people, for crying out loud!
And about Weathertop. Yeah I knew what happened in the book and in the movie, but I'm interchanging some parts for my story from both. That just happened to be a movie part. I'll try to do book parts more often. I promise!! I now have the book in front of me!
I also realized that theirs no 'Westron" language problems. Guess what? This is my fanfic and I made it that way! Makes my life easier. Sorry if it pisses you off. Go complain to me later.
Ok.Thanks for the reviews everyone! On with my masterpiece ;)
ELLI'S POV
"Where am I?" I managed to mumble. Sunlight was shining through open windows, and I felt a poignant breeze flow throughout the room.
"You are in the house of Elrond, and it is ten o'clock in the morning. It is October the twenty-fourth, if you want to know." (A/N: This is in the book AND the movie! Muahaha. I win!)
"Gandalf! Wow, this part feels strange to me," I replied, confused at being in what was supposed to be Frodo's situation. I leaned up on my left elbow, feeling a bandage wrapped around my side to help heal the wound.
"You saved Frodo's life little one. It must feel strange for you, considering the predicament you have been through. But I must ask: Where did you come from, and why did you take the poisoned blade for Frodo?" Gandalf had a puzzled look on his face. I knew that he had to of asked Caitlin, but I'm sure he didn't trust her word much.
"I am Elli O'Neill, daughter of Rose. Have you talked to my friend Caitlin Bing?"
"Indeed, but her answers were vague, and confusing. She said you magically feel into our world, form another era entirely."
"We did. Although I'm not sure how. We just kinda.fell into here and that was that. But I can tell you that Caitlin and I come from another world besides Middle Earth, and that we don't know how we got here or how we're gonna get home. But come on, Gandalf. I'm sure you can try to get us home. Can't you?"
"I cannot promise you anything, little hobbit. I myself do not know how you got here. But I can tell your friend Caitlin was not lying when she said you do know this tale. For the second you woke up, you knew that I was Gandalf. And you have never met me before. Is this story really in books were you come from?"
I laughed. He seemed amazed at this, so I decided to humor him. "Yup, Gandalf. Most people where I come from know your name. It's like a legend, the whole story. And I know the whole thing."
"Well, that's quite interesting to think about!" Gandalf continued to chuckle to himself for another minute, before getting back to matters. "Now, how is your shoulder? Much better, I presume. You've been healed by the skill of Lord Elrond, although the scar will always remain."
"I know," was all I could think to speak. But that's all I had the chance to say, because in the next minute Caitlin and the hobbits came running in.
"Elli! Don't you ever dare do that to me again! You're rotten little hobbit you! You scared the bejezes out of me, jumping in front of a mad-as- hell Ringwraith. You silly, stupid girl you!" As Caitlin ranted, she wrapped her arms around my little body as best she could, seeing as how I was still laying down.
"It's nice to see you too, Caitlin. And I'll try to not scare you anymore. I'll warn you before hand, kay?"
"Good girl," she smiled, and lightly tapped my cheek. Then she stepped aside so I could see the four little hobbits. Then Caitlin continued to talk. "They couldn't wait for you to get better, she replied, gesturing at the hobbits. "And I think someone would like to personally thank you again."
Caitlin put her hand on Frodo's back, urging him forward. He stood by the edge of the bed, and then climbed up to sit next to me, so he could see me better.
"Thank you again, Elli. I'm entirely grateful for you for doing that for me. You saved my life. I owe you mine."
"No, Frodo. You owe me nothing. Your gratitude is enough." I couldn't think of anything else to say. I thought of Shelob, and the weight of the ring when he traveled through Mordor, and I knew the stab wound from the morgul blade didn't help him to survive. Saving him from this pain was the least I could of done.
I turned and looked at the rest of the hobbits, seeing Merry and Pippin and Sam. It's funny how they had always looked so little, and here I was the same size as them now.
Gandalf turned to me then and spoke. "I think I shall take leave of you now, Lady Elli. But I will return later. You should not leave your bed today. You still need much rest." I nodded my head as he walked out the door, then turned and saw Elrond in the doorway. He glanced at me, and I noticed a small smile on his face as he closed the door, leaving me with four hobbits and Caitlin.
"So, what can you tell us of your world?" Pippin asked after a moment.
"It's much different than Middle Earth, I can assure you. Where we come from, we have buildings that are taller than trees, and cars-"
Merry interrupted me. "Cars? And how can you have buildings taller than trees? What is the name of your world?"
"It's simply called 'Earth', were we live. And yes, buildings are taller than trees, and they're much different than they are here."
"It's hard to believe. But what in the world is a 'car'?" Pippin asked.
"A car is a way of getting around. It's a machine. I can't really explain too well. But our world is much different than this world. There's practically no magical beings, no elves or dwarves or wizards or dark lords or things like that."
"M'lady, what kind of people live in your world, if you don't have any Eldar folk?"
"Men. Just men," I said kind of glumly. Our world sounded so plain. I wish I could stay here forever.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A week past before Gandalf allowed me the simple freedom of wandering around the halls of Rivendell. I went out to find Frodo, wanting some company on my self-guided tour. He gladly accepted, and even offered to let me met Bilbo.
He knocked on my door in the early afternoon the next day. I didn't feel like wearing the elven sleeping gown, or my muddy traveling clothes from my arrival in Middle Earth. So I scrounged my closet for the smallest elven thing I could find in my closet. Of course it was still too big for my hobbit-sized body, but I wasn't staying in my normal clothes another minute. Why did the Mary Sue's always get beautiful, form-fitting dresses? I, on the other hand, got stuck with a dark, hunter-green, peasant dress. I'd have to find Elrond and see if he could have clothes made for me or something. I couldn't live like this.
Frodo escorted me to see Bilbo, who sat waiting in his own chamber. From the minute I laid eyes on him he was a pure delight to be around. Even though he was old by now, he still had a somewhat lively look in his eyes, and had maps and papers strewn across desks and upon the floor and tables. He had so many stories to tell, and it didn't matter if I knew them or not. I was in awe to hear them straight from the horse's mouth.
I heard of the Troll encounter on the journey to The Lonely Mountain. And of his true story of his finding of the Ring. He told stories of the Shire, and of Mirkwood, and so many more. He even talked to us about Aragorn, calling him Dunadan the whole time, and of the time they spent writing and making songs.
Frodo and I stayed with Bilbo until dinner was called, and then off we went. Gandalf slyly whispered to me during dinner that tomorrow would be a council of Elrond, to discuss some matters, and that Caitlin and I were to attend it. They needed to decide what to do with us.
The thought wasn't very promising, but all I knew was that if I didn't find a way into that Fellowship, I'd probably never find a way home by sitting around Rivendell.
A/N: Ok, that sounds clichéd, the whole 'I'm in Rivendell and I'm going to the Council of Elrond and I WILL join the Fellowship', but ya know something? That's the way I want it to go, so it will go that way.
And if you don't believe me on the Dunadan part (there is an accent above the u, but I'm keyboard illiterate) go look in the "Fellowship of the Ring" and go to the bottom of page 260. Bilbo does call him that! Ha! Book proof! All shall hail me! I am almighty!
And completely insane. Just leave comments. Tell me what you think. Or give suggestions on where I should go with this. Or if it's sounding Mary Sue-ish. *muahs* until later.