AN: This will be my only long note. I got a review from someone who read this story. I think you know who you are when you told me that it is better to go with quality over quantity. Well, the quality of the story wouldn't be the same if the chapters are longer. The paragraphs skip throughout the story of 'FotR.' I cannot, in my mind, combine the chapters to make them longer. Then, the quality of the story would be ruined. So please, I know what I am doing when I post the story the way I am. This is the way I wrote and this is how I would have others read it.

The Fellowship was taken to a special tent as guests. They looked at the beds and each sighed in pleasure with the thought of a comfortable bed to sleep in. The Hobbits immediately picked four beds closest to each other. Gimli chose a spot that looked like he was sleeping in between a tree root and the tree trunk. Kendra looked around and finally chose a spot that was near the opening of the tent; the one that was right there was already taken by Boromir.

Dinner was served and each person ate his fill. Kendra leaned back and sighed. The food of the elves was a delicacy to her. Most of the time all she got to eat was burnt food. Nobody in her group were great cooks and that went double for her. Most of the time, she would get stuff to make sandwiches and that was all the cooking she did. To have food like this was a dream come true.

Kendra watched as Legolas took off his green outer tunic and smoothed out his silvery under-tunic. She had never seen him without his suede tunic so this was something new to her. He looked more like a prince now that he wasn't wearing the outer tunic. Kendra looked to each member. The Hobbits were sitting off the side, none wearing their cloaks. Nothing much had changed about them. Gimli was, much to her surprise, snoring already. He was without his helmet and chain mail, making him look a little smaller than she thought. Aragorn had changed from his typical black (at least, she thought it was black) into a red tunic that looked like he almost never wore it. This made him look more like a lord than a Ranger. Boromir had moved so that he was sitting in front of the opening. He had taken off his leather tunic as well, and was sitting there in his velvet tunic without the bracers and weapons. They had all changed.

Kendra stood and made her way out of the tent. She walked over to the fountain that was just outside the tent. She looked into the water and realized how much she had changed. Her skin was no longer the pale white from having no sun. It was now a light tan. (That would explain the reason her skin had felt like it was on fire for a little while a couple of weeks ago.) Her hair, which she had kept short, was a little longer. Looking at her reflection, she realized that no one in her world would recognize her. Like she almost didn't recognize some of the members of the Fellowship, even though she had traveled with them.

She pushed away from the fountain, walking towards the trees, towards one of the many paths that led out of this glade. She needed to walk. She needed to clear her head. The look that Celeborn had given her. That look of mistrust, of doubt. She remembered it all to well. Kendra walked towards where she heard the sound of running water. As she walked, she remembered.

"You're a Mage. You can't be trusted!"

"You should never have been allowed to live."

"You are the reason your brother died."

"He died to keep you alive. He died because you are a Mage!"

He died...He died...He died...

Kendra collapsed by the small stream. She had been blamed for her brother's death. Even though her mother and father hadn't said anything, she still remembered the look on their faces. The look of mistrust, of doubt...of hatred. Her own parents hated her because she couldn't have done anything to save her brother. He had pushed her out of the way when the bomb went off, sending her flying down an alley, out of harm's way. And because of that, she was now hated by her own parents.

She laid down on her stomach, watching the river. Wishing that her brother was here to see such a world. A world they had created in their dreams and fantasies. Kendra rolled over onto her back and looked up at the stars. Her brother had called their world 'Paradise.' And it was a paradise. The rivers ran with clear, clean water. The trees had the sweetest fruits, and much to the delight of their younger siblings, candy growing on them. The bushes had the prettiest smelling flowers on them. The colors were the brightest you could ever see. They were brighter than the crayons they used to draw this world. Kendra smiled. Yes, her brother was in 'Paradise' right now.

"Are you sorting your thoughts out now?" a soft voice said, breaking through her thoughts.

Kendra sat up straight and turned around to face the speaker. It was the Lady Galadriel. She was standing there in a simple dress of white. Her hair was loose and fluttered gently in a light breeze. Kendra stood and looked down to the ground. She heard the Lady walk over to her and before it registered, a finger under her chin brought her head up. She forced herself to look the Lady in the eye.

"You don't need to look away from me."

"I am sorry, my Lady. It is just...it is just...oh, I don't know," Kendra said, sighing in frustration.

"I take it, this is all new to you?" Galadriel asked, laughing lightly.

"Yes, very new. You just seem so...different than the others I have met."

Galadriel laughed again, making Kendra feel a little more at ease. If she could laugh so easily, maybe she wasn't as scary as Gimli was making her out to be. Kendra watched as the Lady seated herself next to the river. She didn't make a move until Galadriel turned and motioned for her to sit down. Kendra slowly took a seat next to her, wondering why the Lady Galadriel wanted to speak to her.

They sat in silence, listening to the river flow by. Finally, the Lady Galadriel turned and looked right at her.

"You are not from this world. It is obvious. How did you come to be here?"

"That is what I am trying to figure out, my lady. I don't remember too much after my group and I finished that small street fight. All I remember is walking into my house and a flash going off. Then I woke up to find myself in a completely strange world. That's all."

Galadriel didn't say anything to this. Kendra sat there, running through her memories trying to find something that would give a hint of how she got here. But everytime, her memory stopped at the light flashing in her eyes.

"This is truly strange. I will try to help you find your way home. You are probably missing your family very much."

"Yes. Mostly my siblings, since they are still fairly young."

Galadriel smiled and stood up. She turned to walk away before stopping and looking back at Kendra.

"Don't worry about my husband. He can be a little suspicious of people at first but he only does that to protect our home."

"Thank you, my lady. That eases my mind a little."

Galadriel laughed lightly before walking away. Kendra watched her go, amazed that someone as important as the Lady Galadriel had made it a point to speak to her. And for the first time, Kendra hadn't acted in her normal attitude.

'That was a first for me. No smart remarks.'