Disclaimer: You know the drill, so far, Amahl, Iminicis, and most of the people are mine, but mind you, there will be some of Tolkien's characters in the next chapter

Zammy: Thanks for reviewing, and yes, Queen Elenti is the spitting image (except she's a bit older than her in the Episode One) of Queen Amidala. I always liked her spirit so I decided to do create a character kind of like her but kinda different too.

AN: Hmm, I don't know if I should make this a legolas romance thing. Should I? I'm not a big fan of Orlando Bloom or Legolas but I think the romance could go well with the story'.you know, padme/anakin and elenti/legolas. I'm open to suggestions! By the way, is it just me, or are there weird symbols in place of quotation marks and apostrophes????

Entry Two

Location: Town of Oliane, South Gondor-Imincis border

I must write this quickly. We must reach North Gondor by the end of this day or risk running out of food and supplies. Already, 5 hours have passed since the demon came forward. My mind is still haunted by thoughts and doubts but I push to ride on. We are pressed for time as it is. However, I am lost. The demon coming forward makes no sense and she knew that I might try to escape and seek the aid of other countries. Why then, does she leave a huge gap in her otherwise flawless plan? The illogic confuses me. Nani one told me, there is always logic in illogic, you only have to push past the surface to see it. But I must still press onward, although the way is not clear and hope for the best.

Reading over what I have just written, I realize I haven¡¯t written down much about me, so I will try to squeeze in the bare facts. My full name is Elenti Telrunya. I have an elvish name even though I don't have a drop of elvish blood in me because my parents once visited Rivendell. Nani tells me they were enraptured with the beauty and power of the elves so they gave me a name of theirs. I am known for my serenity and my wisdom. I am a little taller than average. I have dark brown hair that falls somewhere around the middle of my back. I have dark brown eyes and I am rather pale, an effect of being cooped up inside most of the time, negotiating with kings, nobles, peasants, advisors and such. I cannot tell you if I am beautiful because most of the time, I am wearing overly complicated robes and when people flatter a queen about her beauty, only a fool would believe them. Usually, they are looking for favors so it is not wise to listen to them at face value. I spend most of my time trying to look calm and dignified so I don't bother with beauty.

I was born to humble farmers who were slaughtered by stray orcs when I was two. My grandmother, Nani, took me in and she pushed me to have the best education possible so I learned with some of the greatest teachers in Iminicis. She was a great woman. Wise and loving, she died before I was elected as queen. Although I miss her everyday, in a way, I am at least content knowing that Nani would never be at the hands of an orc. If she was, I¡¯m not sure I could have taken it.

I have just thought of another use for this journal. If you are reading this, I am probably dead so please, take this journal to Lord Elrond. I promise a reward from Iminicis. I must note more on our situation. Craven is at Amahl, preparing the army. He will rule Iminicis until I return. At 1 o'clock, about 40 guards, Balan, Deliane, Itheldar, the man in charge of my security, set off for Rivendell. We vowed to keep riding as long as we have breath in our bodies but we are inconvenienced. We are trying to find the fastest route to Rivendell, but Balan and Itheldar refuse to agree. I must stop this entry now, and break off their quarrel. If this goes on, I swear to Valar, that I will ride to Rivendell by myself. Iminicis cannot afford delay.

THE NEXT DAY

(A/N: I'm speeding the timeframe up so I could get some of the original LotR characters in by the next chapter. =D sorry 'bout that folks). Finally! We have reached Gondor! We will be crossing into Rivendell this time tomorrow. But still, my heart is heavy. Amahl should have been invaded by now. Whenever I think of all the people in my beautiful city and kingdom in captivity, I want to scream. But I cannot lose my head. People cannot lose trust in my hard earned reputation of calm and logic or they will lose trust in the cause.

Yesterday was a trying day. We rode the whole day with no stops or breaks. The only reason we have stopped now is to let the horses respite. They are about keeling over. I know we made quite an entrance when we rode into the quaint little village today. All the people in my party were covered with dust and grime, including me. It took a lot of negotiations and bribery to let the locals let us stay in this inn and not drive us out of their beloved village with torches. I still don't think that the locals fully believe that I am the queen of Iminicis. But perhaps it is better this way. Iminicis has had very rocky relations with Gondor ever since our refusal to fight in the War of the Ring. They might have treated us with more hostility had they known our true identities.

Sometimes, a quiet voice inside my head tells me that I should have joined the alliance against Sauron for the better of my kingdom. Even years after the War, our diplomats who try to smooth things over with Rohan and Gondor fail again and again. Iminicis is not completely dependant on the other two mainly man inhabited kingdoms, but we have felt the repercussions of our vow of peace. But I tell myself, remind myself about the last time a war consumed my beautiful kingdom. I remember the sacrifices made and the voice goes away.

A maid just came in to bring me my midnight dinner. I am famished and the sight of dinner is welcome. As I picked up the fork, the maid said, ¡°I¡¯m sorry ¡®bout the big fuss that the villagers made about you and yours party staying here. Its just that our villagers don't like strange people. At that, I almost bristled. I had washed and changed clothes but I was sure that I didn't look that outlandish when I arrived here. But I let it pass and let her speak, " and the way you stormed into the town square, well, it juss set some people oof. Not'ing personal m'aam," she rushed on rapidly, her brogue becoming more distinguished with every word. "Its juss that the villagers are a wee bit protective of the village. They love it, you 'ave to understand that. Wit all their hearts. They would do anything to protect it. Excuse me mi'lady if I have disturbed you. Ring the bell if you need anything," and with that shuffled out the door.

Her words got me thinking. The people of this village weren't that different from me. We both loved our homes and were willing to risk everything to protect it. I have no doubt in my mind that if I was called upon to sacrifice myself for the sake of my country, I would do it.

Another day dawns soon. Will Rivendell accept us or turn us out? That question is playing over and over in my head and refuses to stop. The elves are known as kind people, but will they come to my aid when I did not come to theirs?

sorry so short but homework and my other fanfic calls. As I am aiming for a 4.0 this quarter, I won't update as frequently as I want to but bear with me people. 33 with love, the author.