Warnings and IMPORTANT NOTES: ok well Allison is an original character based on a friend of mine, this is rated R for obvious reasons and there are some slash pairing which may offensive to some also some SERIOUS ELF BASHING!!!

THIS IS NOT MY PLOT I'M WRITING THIS FOR A FRIEND!!! ALL BLAME ALLISON!!!!!!!! Ok and blame me too, a lot. But if you like slash pairings and Legolas check out my fic Screaming Forest.

Orc screams as they fought within themselves were quickly silenced by their leader. The view changed to that of a bird, skimming high above the massive columns of soldiers, back to the source from which they poured forward like ants, blackening the earth. The mists swirled around the bottom of the tower. Rising from the foundation, they curled in graceful arc's, beckoning her closer. "Allison", a cold voice whispered. Light pulsated from the window, giving form to the evil concealed within. Against her will she was drawn to the dark stone, pulling her more and more swiftly past the black gate.

She was started from her reverie by a light hand upon her shoulder. "Allison, you've missed elevenses again, Aunt Barb is likely to skin you alive. 'You are far too skinny for a suitable hobbit bride!'" Annel keened, in perfect imitation of her mother. "Thank you, cousin" Allison replied softly, "please tell Aunt Barbyn I'll be there soon." With a worried glance at her pale cousin, Annel nodded and skipped quickly down to the house to give Allison's message to Aunt Barb. Allison shook herself. She almost felt that she was still there, circling those cold stone walls. The image was so real! They all were. But they seemed merely idle fantasies in the light of day. Allison had come to know better. It was not long ago that she had realized that the things she saw and heard were real places, and would come to pass.

She hurried down the hill to her Aunt's house but stopped, smiling, and turned around at the sound of a familiar voice. "Guess who?" "Frodo!" she cried throwing her arms around his neck and embracing him. I haven't seen you in weeks, where were you?" Frodo looked amazed, "No one told you? Oh, Allison! I'm so sorry. Bilbo called for me and I had to leave immediately. I can't believe no one said anything." "Well, next time my best friend disappears, I'll be sure to check at your uncle's house" "I said I was sorry!" "I know, I'm just not myself today. I have to go to Aunt Barb's." They planned to talk later and she walked the rest of the way home deep in thought. Her best friend had disappeared and no one would tell her where or why he had gone. She had never been happier to see anyone than she was to see Frodo that day, and yet she wished he had said something more. Now more than ever it seemed that her friendship with Frodo was not enough.

Later that day, she lay sprawled on the ground, unseeing eyes staring at the canopy of leaves. She was startled by Frodo's footsteps. "Sorry, I'm late", he mumbled. She said nothing. "Look, Allison, I'm sorry no one said anything, it must have been hell not knowing where your friend had gone." He paused and then softly whispered. "I missed you so much."

"What's wrong Frodo? I've changed, I know that, but what reason have you to be upset?"

"What reason?" he replied, "merely that the person that I care more about than anything in the world is upset with me and won't tell me why she won't as much as look in my direction!" Allison lay stunned as his words sunk in.

"What did you say?"

"I asked you what was wrong."

"No, before that. You said you cared about me."

Frodo fidgeted uncomfortably, "Of course I care, you're my best friend."

"Only your best friend?" a note of hopeful apprehension in her voice. All Frodo noticed was that she refused to look at him still.

"Yes, only friends."

"I see." she whispered softly but clearly, "I must go."

"Allison!" his call was aimed at her back as she suddenly fled the grove, disappearing into the woods beyond. "Damn," Frodo muttered. He didn't understand her anymore, and come to think of it, he didn't understand himself.

She stopped when she could no longer hear the sounds of the village, the beating of her heart resounding in her ears. "I will not cry", she promised to herself, but she found herself surprised when no tears came. She knew she could no longer trust herself when Frodo walked into the clearing, his clear features lit up in the rays of sunlight filtering through branches. When he lay down next to her she wanted nothing more than to curl up into him, to stay next to him forever.

Frodo walked to his relatives' house slowly, his feet dragging in the dust. What was wrong with his friend, and more pressing, what was wrong with him? He couldn't seem to keep his eyes on her face, finding her in his mind constantly, in his dreams. He groaned. "Gods!" why was he thinking of her this way? They had always been close, drawn together in the contempt the village leveled at them because of their family. His uncle's adventure has nearly disgraced the entire line, and when Frodo had supported Bilbo and worse, expressed a wish to join him on his adventures, he was lucky that his Aunt and Uncle had taken him back in. While Allison's mother had been an earth child. Her father was a respectable member of the shire who brought back a bride too pale and delicate to be pure hobbit. A trace of elvish blood ran through the family's line, it was said, and Allison had it. From a young age Allison had formed an affinity with the animals and earth that none of the villagers could comprehend, or accept. When disaster took both of her parents in the same day, Allison was raised by her aunt who had a young girl the same age: Annel. Frodo and Allison had been drawn to each other, running through the forest and shocking the elders with their perpetually torn clothing and dangerous exploits, such as the time they climbed up a waterfall. As Allison grew older, many thought it unseemly for a young girl to tramp about so, and sought to tame her spirit; but nothing had ever torn the two of them apart, until now.

Bilbo's birthday passed and with Bilbo gone and Allison not speaking to him, Frodo felt more alone in the world than he ever had.