Title: The Unicorn Prophecy

Chapter: Three – The forming of the fellowship

Rating: PG

Summary: Lyssa always thought she was a perfectly ordinary girl, but then she suddenly falls into middle earth, and discovers maybe she wasn't so normal after all. LegolasOC.First fic,please R&R! No flames!

Disclaimer: Not mine, it all belongs to Peter Jackson and Tolkein. DON'T SUE!

A/N: I haven't included much of the council scene because I don't have my FotR DVD. I did check my mum's books, but it was all wrong for the fic so I didn't use it.

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'You shall have my sword,' said Aragorn. Lyssa perked up, she knew what was decided at the council, but she had decided to join the Fellowship and she needed to pay attention to this bit.

The council had been boring, despite the fact that it was Autumn, it was warm in Rivendell. The breeze had blown softly across her face and she had very nearly fallen asleep, dozing in the sun. She had not got to sleep until very late the previous night after Elrond had decided to have a feast.

'And my bow,' said Legolas.

'And my axe,' finished Gimli.

'You carry the fates of us all, little one,' said Boromir. Lyssa didn't like him; it was obvious right from the start that he wanted the ring. Frodo looked slightly nervous already. 'If this is truly the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done.' Merry and Pippin then rushed up, insisted that they should go. Well, this was it.

Lyssa got to her feet. 'I'll go too! I could be of great help.'

'You are a mere girl!' said Boromir, surprised.

'Can you fight?' asked Legolas, sceptically. She shot him a look, he was really starting to annoy her, why did he always assume he was right? Then she turned to glare at Boromir.

'Just because I'm a girl it doesn't mean I'm any worse than you are at stuff!' she told him. 'I will learn to fight. There is much I can do for the fellowship.'

She turned to look pleadingly at Elrond – her father. He was frowning, but she hoped he would consider it, he'd said there was much she would be able to do.

Elrond looked around. The last thing he needed was to cause discord among the fellowship, and he didn't want to lose his daughter so soon after meeting her again. However, there was much she could add to the fellowship, and Gandalf was the only one who would be able to help her learn some of her abilities. And there was the matter of her soul mate, Elrond was beginning to suspect…

He jumped out of his reverie, the council were waiting for his decision, after all.

'OK, Lyssa, you can go with them if that's what you want,' he said, finally, ignoring the smug look she gave Boromir. 'You'd all better set off soon. But stay another week or so, you'll need the rest and Lyssa and the hobbits can start to learn how to use weapons. Aragorn, Legolas, can you teach them?' Aragorn and Legolas nodded.

Lyssa grinned, although she hoped the delay wasn't due to her. The fellowship were supposed to leave straight after the council.

She made her way back to her room through the cool corridors, relieved to be out of the warm from the sun. However, she got lost in the maze that was Rivendell, there were so many corridors. Soon she found herself in a strange room. The walls were adorned with pictures, and on a piece of blue cloth lay a sword, broken in many places. The picture behind it was an image of the defeat of Sauron. The first defeat of Sauron, she reminded herself.

She picked up the bottom part of the sword, surprised at its weight. She didn't touch the blade, she knew Boromir had cut himself on it just a few days before.

Holding the sword of Isildur, staring at the painting on Sauron being defeated, Lyssa began to realise exactly what she had stumbled on, what was her real life. While on earth, her main concerns had been homework, and avoiding her adoptive family. Now she was part of a quest to destroy the ultimate evil… or watch the world defeated. This was big, and this was real. And she could die.

Gandalf would fall. Boromir would die. She didn't like him, but she'd never wished death on anyone and wasn't about to start that now.

And if the quest failed…

She almost flung the blade down, before collapsing down onto the steps. She could die. Anyone could die. Sure, they didn't in the films, but she was here now, what changes would happen solely because she was here? What if something went wrong?

She rubbed her head, where there should be a bruise from her fall on earth, but there was nothing. No pain, no mark. She stared down at the clothes she was wearing, there was no indication at all that she had ever been to modern earth. She was so quick to believe middle earth was a dream, but what if it was her past life that was the dream? Was this really her true life? Would she really be here until the end of her days?

Suddenly she got to her feet and ran to her room, then flung herself on the bed. The room was beautiful, a balcony overlooked part of the gardens, the scent of flowers and plants wafted through. The bed itself was huge, soft, and surrounded by gauzy curtains.

But Lyssa didn't pay any of that attention right now. She was trying to convince herself that everything would be all right. Who was she? She wasn't of earth, that was clear; but did she really fit in here? She wouldn't be her true self until she found her soul mate.

Did she really matter though? She was just one person among hundreds and thousands. She mattered to herself, but nobody else in middle earth knew her well enough to really care. She had family now, she had Elrond and Arwen; even if she couldn't find this wretched soul mate. But her family hardly knew her, and already she was preparing to leave.

Hadn't her real family been what she'd always dreamed of? That and Lord of the Rings. And now she had both, not to mention the promise of or learning to fight, saving the world and finding a soul mate. Forcing herself to be romantic: the idea had certain appeal. She had all this, all; her dreams had ever asked for.

Why was the lying on a bed, by herself, practically crying?

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The next chapter should have a bit more action as she's got to learn how to fight! And that's not easy!