Disclaimer: Lynn is mine but nothing else belongs to me.

TriGemini: They returned to help her with her quest when she returns to her time.

Red-Devil15: Sorry that it confuses you but all will be explained throughout the story.


Almost a week after leaving Bree they reach Weathertop. They stop to rest for the night at the watchtower of Amon Sul.

Aragorn pulls a bundle out of a pack and opens it revealing four Hobbit-size swords. "These are for you," he tells them. "Keep them close. Lynn and I are going to have a look around. Stay here."

While they're out scouting the area Lynn spots five shadowed figures making there way to the watchtower. "Aragorn," Lynn whispers. "The wraiths are here."

They race back to the tower and attack, drawing the Nazgul's attention away from the Hobbits.

While fending off one of the wraiths, Lynn is knocked to the ground and loses her sword. She grabs a piece of wood out of the fire as she rolls away from the sword coming at her and jumps to her feet. She swings the wood as hard as she can and makes contact with the wraith's back, ignighting its robes in flames. It lets out an ear piercing screach as it runs away.

After the Nazgul are gone they turn their attention to Frodo. Aragorn checks him over and Lynn picks up the dagger by her feet.

Aragorn looks up at it. "He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade."

As if on cue the blade disinigrates and Lynn tosses the handle away in surprise.

"This is beyond my skills to heal. He needs Elvish medicine." He picks Frodo up and Lynn quickly gathers the other Hobbits and ushers them after Aragorn.

After days of very little rest they reach the Trollshaws. Exhausted Aragorn stops to rest. Sam checks on Frodo and looks up worriedly. "He's going cold."

Lynn kneels over Frodo and checks his would before pulling his cloak tighter around him. She sits back on her heels and sighs.

"Is he going to die?" Pippin asks in fear.

Aragorn sighs, "he's passing into the shadow world. He'll soon become a wraith like them." A screach is heard in the distance and everyone looks around. "They're close," Merry shudders.

"Sam," Aragorn calls. "Do you know the Athelas plant?"

Sam's crinkles his forehead in thought. "Athelas?"

"Kingsfoil," Aragorn says.

Sam stands up. "Kingsfoil. Aye, its a weed."

"It may help slow the poisoning. Hurry!" Aragorn and Sam begin searching the area for the plant.

While they're gone Lynn hears a horse approaching and draws her sword. Someone grabs her from behind and holds a dagger to her throat as a riderless horse enters the clearing.

"Where is the Ranger?" a familiar voice demands.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she says as she tries to figure out how to get away from him.

"You are useless as a guardian. You could not have gotten these Halflings this far alone. The Ranger should have trained you better," he hisses in her ear.

Finally realizing who the voice belongs to Lynn relaxes and grins. She goes limp in his arms and catching him off guard twists out of his grip. She kicks out with her leg and catches him behind the knees, knocking him to the ground. "You trained me you arogant jackass." She points the tip of her sword at his throat. "And you fall for that move every time. You would think a born-again Balrog slayer would be smarter than that."

Glorfindel looks up at her in confusion. "I have never met you before in my life."

She smiles at his confusion. "Not yet you haven't. I'll explain later but right now we need your help. Frodo needs to get to Rivendell." Lynn sheaths her sword and helps him to his feet.

Aragorn enters the clearing and upon seeing Glorfindel sighs in relief.

Glorfindel kneels down and looks at Frodo's wound. "I've been looking for you for two days. There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know." Glorfindel picks up Frodo and puts him on his horse before mounting. "I will bring horses back for you."

Aragorn nods in understanding and Glorfindel kicks his horse into a gallop and disappears through the trees.

"What are you doing?" Sam cries in alarm. "Those wraiths are still out there!"

"It's OK Sam." Lynn puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Lord Glorfindel will keep him safe."


The day after reaching Rivendell Lynn searches for Glorfindel. She finds him in his study, reading.

"Sorry to bother you, my lord, but I think I owe you an explanation," Lynn says from the doorway.

He looks up from his book and smiles. "No, you don't. Elrond explained everything to me last night."

"Oh. Okay, I'll leave you then." She turns to leave.

"No, No. Stay," he says and shuts his book. "Have a seat," he smiles. Lynn walks into the room and sits in the chair across from him. "You are here to learn about this time, so I will help however I can," he tells her and offers her a drink.

"Thank you." She remembers what Glorfindel told her just before she left her time and grins. "Before I left my time you told me not to take what you said in the Trollshaws personally."

Glorfindel grins at her. "Yet I believe you did."

"Um, yea. Sorry about the jackass remark. I wasn't haveing a good day," she says sheepishly.

"It is forgotten. How long did you train with me?" He takes a drink of wine and then leans back in his chair.

"Two weeks. you worked my butt off, too," she grumbles at the memory.

"Of course," he smiles. "So the Eldar returned to Middle-Earth. Have you met many?" he asks curiously.

"No. Just you. they've only been back on Earth for a couple of years." She rubs her forehead. "The Dwarves, Hobbits and Isatari appeared first. I'd say about three hundred years or so before the Elves."

The two talk for the rest of the morning and Glorfindel gives her a tour of Rivendell. That afternoon she is at the training grounds with Golrfindel when Aragorn and another Elf shows up. They watch the two and Aragorn occasionally gives her tips.

A little bit later she decides she's had enough of finding Glorfindel's sword at her throat so she turns to practicing her bow. After barely hitting the outside of the target for the fourth time she sighs in frustration. The elf that came with Aragorn approaches her.

"May I?" he questions reaching out and holding his hand over hers. She looks up at him shyly and nods.

"You just need to relax," he says placing his hand on top of hers. "Loosen your grip. Think of the bow as a part of you, an extention of your arms."

He reaches around her and guides her arm as she pulls back the string. "Focus on your target," he says softly. He removes his hand from the string and gently grasps her wrist instead so that he doesn't interfere when she releases the arrow. "Release the arrow whenever you feel ready."

Lynn takes a deep breath and releases the arrow. She watches as the arrow embeds itself in the ring just outside the center. The Elf steps back as she lowers the bow and grins. "I almost did it." She smiles up at him. "Thank you."

He pats her on the shouder. "All you need is a little more practice."

"Legolas is the best archer there is. You'll do well to remember what he tells you," Glorfindel says as she sits on the ground next to him.

"Legolas? From Mirkwood?" she asks wide-eyed and Glorfindel nods.

"Forgive me, Prince Legolas. I didn't relize who you were." She scrambles to stand up but Legolas puts a hand on her shoulder and sits next to her.

"I'm not interested in formalities among friends," he tells her. They all look up when Merry and Pippin approach them, both carrying an apple in their hand.

"Gandalf is looking for you, Lynn," Pippin says casually and takes a bite of his apple.

"Thanks, Pip. Got another one of those?" She knows full well that he more than likely has at least two more apples in his pocket. He pulls an apple out of his pocket and tosses it to her before sitting next to Merry.

Lynn stands up. "Well, I guess I'm off to see the Wizard." She chuckles at their confused expressions as she heads in the direction Merry and Pippin came from.