Welcome to the story! Just a little info before we begin. This story is in a way a sequel to LOTR though many of the details are off from what Tolkien told us. Yes we do realize this so if you are looking for a story perfectly based on Tolkien this story isn't for you.

The story takes place about twenty years after the ring is destroyed. The first few chapters are a bit slow but it picks up quickly I promise.

Disclaimer: Sadly I own none of Tolkien's characters of even Middle Earth. Though I do own my original character, that's something to be happy about at least.

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1.Locked in Her Room

"LET ME OUTA HERE!!!!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I hated being confined to small spaces, not that my room was exactly small, but there I was, still, confined after all. Not that I didn't deserve it. I suppose. I had tried to run away again, only because I wanted to explore more of the area around the city of Rivendell. I loved it here, none the less, but the hills were to inviting, the woods to exiting, and the animals too magical for me to pass up opportunities to leave and be adventurous. I'd never had much of an adventure before, and that's all I really wanted. Was that so much to ask?

I was about to learn the answer to that question: yes, it was.

I jumped onto my bed accidentally going headfirst onto a book called Elfish Magic. I frowned and threw it off my bed. I didn't want to have to deal with homework now. I heard the door creak open, and I groaned, expecting my grandfather had come to give a long (and expected) lecture. I was, however, wrong. It was worse.

"Well, you'll never learn your magic that way, Rren."

"Hello Gwen. Goodbye, Gwen," I said, hoping desperately that she'd get the hint. To no surprise whatsoever, she didn't.

"Grandfather just told me. Running away again," she made a tuting sound, "while you should be practicing your magic, silly."

I groaned and sat up to face her. Her black hair was perfectly combed, not a bit of frizz in it, and her clothes were perfectly wrinkleless. I knew I must look totally opposite of her at the moment from my night in the woods.

I smiled slightly, trying to be polite, and said, "By the way, thank you for the help with the magic the other day. I made you this," I handed her the choker I'd mad from knotting strings together.

She immediately pointed out the flaws, "A few of your knots are off, and you messed up the pattern here, see? I love it, though."

I had learned from years of dealing with Gwen not to take this offensively. If she said I love, she really did love it; it was just her nature to point out every imperfection in my life, and to torture me in every logical way possible. It still felt a little embarrassing, though.

As she slipped on the necklace, I said, "Well, have you come here to tutor me, lecture me, or just be a hinderache, dear cousin?" I grinned.

"None of the above. I've just come here to say goodbye to you on your deathbed, is all. Grandfather looks extremely troubled and at the same time annoyed, so I do hope you have a good excuse for- my, what's this?" she reached for something under my pillow, but I sat on top of her hand, stopping her.

"That is my business and not yours."

"Really, is it?" she muttered something under her breathe and sent me flying across the room, hitting a wall. When I'd turned around, she had my book out and was reading.

"So this is what you've been doing while you should have been studying! Reading this book," I tried to grab it but she barred me from it and stood on my bed while I tried to jump up and reach it, "There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tail by Bilbo Baggins. I think I'll take this, thank you. Maybe now you'll be able to get some of the things I teach you through that thick skull of yours."

I began jumping like mad, trying to reach my book, "Give it here! Please! Grandfather will kill me! You know that! GIVE IT TO ME!" I jumped, pushed her onto the bed, and grabbed the book. She pulled my hair to get me back down, and I think I was doing something in the way of dislocating her shoulder when the door opened. I got so startled I let go of my book and Gwen pocketed it. I looked over and saw my grandfather with a look like not-again on his face. I believe that if I had been watching this, it would have looked hilarious.

My grandfather, however, shook is head, waved me out, and I followed, making sure to stick my tongue out at Gwen as I left.

And so starts a day in the house of Elrond.