Rogue mystique: I took this story down and put it back up again… don't know why… oh well, on with my nice, fictional story!

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Chapter Five

    Sirabi rolled over in her bed and fell face first onto the floor. Muttering several curses under her breath, she stood up quickly and scowled at Nianda who was laughing in the doorway.

"Not funny! It hurts…" Sirabi rubbed her jaw.

"Just get dressed, Lady Galadriel wants to see you." Nianda shook her head and walked away.

"So much for being my maid…" Sirabi muttered.

    Sirabi pulled on a pair of black leggings and a loose wine red shirt (like those shirts in Pirates Of The Caribbean.). She combed her hair and walked out of the room briskly.

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    Outside, Galadriel sat alone beside her mirror, waiting for Sirabi to come. Sure enough, Sirabi came running ungracefully down the steps.

"Sorry! Am I late?" Sirabi blew a strand of raven black hair out of her face.

"No, you are not. Come, sit. Did you have fun last night?" Galadriel smiled knowingly.

"Yes, Gimli was very funny, trying to dance and all. Legolas was actually nice to me and I will miss everyone that is going…" Sirabi trailed away.

    Galadriel laughed and watched as Aragorn and Arwen came to their side.

"Hello Sirabi. Gimli is looking for you. He wants to know if would like to come riding with us." Aragorn said.

"Oh no. No way. I hate horses. Can't ride them and I'm not going to before you say anything." Sirabi backed away.

    Arwen shrugged and walked away. Aragorn smiled sadly.

"We are leaving soon Sirabi." He said kindly.

"What? Why?" Sirabi shouted.

"We have to go back to Gondor. We are the King and Queen after all." Aragorn laughed.

    Sirabi sighed and her shoulders slumped. Everyone was leaving. Not fair. Galadriel eyed her suspiciously.

"You told Legolas you hate Elves. Care to explain?" Sirabi blushed in shame.

"Ugh… I was angry, my favourite C.D had been snapped by two nosy Elves and I wasn't too happy about Legolas being my escort." Sirabi sat down in a huff.

    "Why not? Legolas's father, Thranduil, is a dear friend of mine and Legolas is a good Elf." Galadriel was intrigued. "Plus, you were very kind to Arwen when you met her and I."

    "Just call me a feminist. You and Arwen treated me kindly when you met me. Legolas did not." Sirabi said curtly.

    "Very well. That was all I wanted to know." Galadriel dismissed Sirabi.

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    Sirabi walked through the halls of Lothlorien once more. Certain Elves were throwing her strange looks, disturbing her greatly. Finally, after the twentieth glare, Sirabi stopped the accusing Elf and looked him in the eye.

    "Excuse me but do you have a problem?" Sirabi said firmly.

"No my lady…" The Elf said spitefully.

"Bull. Tell me, Elves have been throwing me glares all night and I want to know why."

"You don't belong here! Who are you? Some pitiful little mortal that won't stop crying or acting as if she's queen. Just leave, no one wants you here." The Elf spat.

    Sirabi stood shocked, how could some one say that when they don't know the full story? The Elf turned on his heel and walked away.

"How dare you… you don't even know why I cry!" Sirabi yelled.

    Legolas heard the cry and ran to Sirabi, who was nearly crying… nearly. She refused to cry again.

"My Lady? Are you okay?" Legolas tried to take her arm but Sirabi shook it off.

    "Why does no one want me here?" Sirabi whispered, her voice filled with venom.

"What? Did someone say something?" Legolas growled.

"Leave me alone, I know when I'm not welcome." Sirabi spun around and left.

    She was twenty. Who was she? Was all of this real? She wanted to go home and help her mother, to live her own life. No one had let her grow and live.

    Meanie Elves.

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    Gimli trotted up to a fuming Sirabi.

"Hey lass? Why didn't you come riding?" Gimli demanded.

"Horses hate me. I hate horses." Sirabi sat down on a marble step.

"You are a strange young lady you know?" Gimli sat next to her.

"Why? Oh god, are you turning against me too?" Sirabi rolled her eyes.

    "What? No! It's just, Aragorn doesn't cry as much as you and you dislike wearing dresses." Gimli blabbed on.

"I'm just different. Dresses make me uncomfortable and well, I'm gonna stop crying now." Sirabi nodded her head.

    Gimli clapped her shoulder and stood up.

"Well, will you come to the river with us?" Gimli attempted puppy dog eyes.

"Okay… just don't do that with your eyes again!" Sirabi laughed.

    Gimli and Sirabi made their way down to the river where Legolas, Aragorn and Arwen were waiting.

    "Hello there! Are you not angry now?" Legolas said carefully, he knew how angry this girl could get.

"I'm fine… for now that is. So, what are we doing here?" Sirabi skipped to the riverbed.

    "Just admiring the scenery, the males want to go downstream though…" Arwen looked a little worried. "I guess I should join them…"

"Can I come? Oh oh! Please?" Sirabi begged.

    Aragorn gave her a funny look and nodded slowly, unsure whether this unpredictable girl should be allowed in a boat. Sirabi jumped up and down in excitement.

    Four boats drifted slightly off shore and everyone climbed in. Aragorn and Arwen were in one boat while Sirabi, Legolas and Gimli got a boat to their selves.

    After a while of Sirabi dropping her oars about seven times, the five friends were well on their way down the river. Sirabi felt very peaceful and tried to ignore the comments she had been given before. It was hard to worry about them, trees skimmed the edge of the water and the occasional bird would sing aloud.

    Sirabi's peace was disturbed quickly though because Legolas and Arwen had signalled to stop. Aragorn whispered to the two Elves.

    "Rogue Orcs?" He questioned.

Legolas and Arwen nodded. Their acute hearing obviously picked up the far off trudging of footsteps. Everyone turned their boats and tried to go back upstream as fast as they could. It was too late though.

    All around them on the banks were nigh on fifty Orcs, all aiming crude black bows and arrows at each of the five friends.

    "You know, I thought things like this only happened in Fan Fictions…" Sirabi whispered, earning a confused glance from Legolas. "Never mind."

    "You don't happen to have a very large can of Orc spray with you huh Aragorn?" Sirabi laughed. Then she decided to shut up because the Orcs pulled their bowstrings further back.

"Great, just great…" Gimli grunted.

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Rogue mystique: by da way, Sirabi came from… (Coughs loudly then whispers) The Lion King. SSSHH! Don't tell anyone… oh crap, anyone can read dis! Oh well, I like it! Plus I have a weird obsession with the moon so.. Meh…