'Frodo looked at Sam rather startled, half expecting to see some outward sign of the odd change that seemed to have come over him. It did not sound like the voice of the old Sam Gamgee that he thought he knew. But it looked like the old Sam Gamgee sitting there, except that his face was unusually thoughtful.'
"Landon. Landon!" said a female voice.
Landon looked up from his book, The Fellowship of the Ring, to see Cate standing over him, looking at him earnestly. "Yes, Miss Blanchett?" he asked.
"Please, call me Cate. But Landon, it's time to start shooting," answered Cate. She looked gorgeous in her flowing white dress and blond wig. Cate looked every bit like the elf she is supposed to be.
"Yes Lady Galadriel," said Landon as he got up from his chair and bowed, playfully. They were in New Zealand, filming the movie The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, which happened to the novel he had been reading earlier. Landon was cast as an extra elf in Lothlorien.
They were almost at the set when he realized that he had forgotten to leave his book at the trailer he shared with five other extras. He stopped walking and told Cate, "I'm sorry, Cate but I forgot to do something. I'll be right back."
"Alright but hurry. We're about to start filming," Cate warned. He didn't have to be told twice. He ran as fast as he could in his elfin robes.
His efforts proved useless however; the trailer was locked when he got to it. "Damn it!" he shouted in exasperation. He searched through his pockets on the insides of his robe to find key to the trailer, but couldn't find it. Then he looked inside the trailer window and saw the key, there lying on the table; he had forgotten it in his haste to get to the set on time. "Great! Just great; now what am I going to do?" he yelled as he threw his book down on the ground and sat on the trailer steps. The book opened and something in it caught Landon's gaze. The book was doing something incredible. The text in it was changing.
'Laurelin walked up to the young man that was in elfin attire. "Why do you trespass onto the hobbits," she demanded of him. He looked up at the elf in bewilderment, not knowing how to respond.'
Darkness overcame Landon. He drifted into void, timeless void. He was weightless and was not conscious of time or space. For eternity he drifted in void; until he landed on the hard grassy ground.
Landon groaned and rubbed his head trying to reassess what has happened and where he was. "Why do you trespass on the hobbits!" a voice demanded of him. Landon looked up to see the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Her beauty took his breath away so he could not think nor speak. "Tell me human, what is your name?" she questioned.
Landon finally was able to answer, if only haltingly. His answer was, "I'm. I'm – L – L – Landon. Landon Servose." He looked up at the woman again and asked her, "And who are you?"
"I am Laurelin Inglorion of the House of Finrod, guardian of the hobbit Frodo Baggins son of Drogo," she responded regally. She looked down upon him with suspicion. Landon could only stare.
"Is she insane?" he thought. "Is she another extra?"
"I ask you again. Why do trespass upon the hobbits?" she repeated.
"Where am I?" he asked, ignoring her questioning.
"You are near the village of Woodhall. Now if would please tell me why you are here, I would be most grateful," she persisted.
"Do you mean to tell me," he said realizing something, "that I am in Middle Earth?"
"Of course you are in Middle Earth. There would be no way you could be in the Grey Havens!" she said with exasperation. "You sound as if you have no idea how you have gotten here."
"I don't," he muttered. He stood up and started to walk away but was stopped. An arrow grazed his face and flew strait into the tree in front of him.
"I cannot allow you to leave Landon Servose. I do not know your allegiance in the upcoming war," she explained. The elf looked back towards the company she had left to investigate this new nuisance. She walked toward Landon, grabbed his wrist to pull him with her and said, "They are starting move. We must hurry." She leaped into a tall tree taking Landon with him.
Totally astonished by these recent events, he had no will to resist or yell. But that doesn't mean he didn't wish to. Terror struck him as they flew threw the tree tops. The only thing that kept him from falling to the ground was a slender hand, gripping his wrist. Branches and thorns scraped him, snagged at his cloths, at breakneck speed.
They finally stopped at one tree but they did not stop. They had originally landed on a low feeble branch, not capable of supporting the both of them. So the elf woman leaped onto higher branch and then yet higher one, all the while, carrying a bewildered young man with her. She finally let go of his wrist. Landon's wrist was bruised.
"What was tha---," he started to ask but Laurelin had covered his mouth with her hand to silence him. She was really close. He looked into her eyes and then almost yelped; he didn't because his mouth was covered. Laurelin's eyes, which were a warm brown, flashed a bright violet.
She didn't seem to notice when she whispered in his ear, "Be silent. They must not know we are following them; no one must know we are following them. I will keep you alive until I trust you and turn you lose or, until I realize I cannot trust you and kill you. Do you understand me human?" Landon nodded, so she took her hand away.
Equally as quiet he asked, "Why do you call me human?"
She looked at him in surprise. "Isn't it obvious?" she asked. She turned back to look at the hobbits, then some of her hair fell lose and got in her way so she placed it behind her ear. Landon gasped. She was an elf; her ear was pointed on the top! Laurelin shot him a look to be quiet. He nodded and she turned away again. He felt his own ears. There was prosthetics on the top to make them pointed like hers, for the movie. Feeling them made him feel pathetic so he took them off, it was easy because it was already ruined from traveling in the treetops, otherwise it would have hurt and have been difficult.
He looked at her for a while, marveling over what she was and how she looked. She wasn't dressed how he was. She had a gray tunic and brown breeches with embroidered little leaf vines and flowers on the bottom of them. Her tunic had embroidered gold elf runes on the cuffs. The boots were of soft leather and of the same color as her breeches. Not only her face but her cloths as well had so much detail and beauty, that it took his breath away. "Where are we?" he asked quietly in awe.
"We are near Stockbrook," she said with out looking at him. She was staring intently at the hobbits. Then she said, "You have permission to stop staring at me human."
Landon was getting annoyed at that term. "I have a name. You can call me that, you know," he whispered in annoyance. She flitted her eyes at him for a second then went back to watching the hobbits.
"I am well aware you have a specific name, but until I am sure you will not run from me or sure that I can trust you; I refuse to develop an emotional attachment to something I might have to kill," she explained with out moving her eyes from the struggling hobbits below.
He sat back against the tree, thinking. Why does Stockbrook sound familiar? Then he knew. "A Nazgûl will appear shortly," he said barely keeping his volume in check.
At this Laurelin swung around and held a dagger to his throat. She demanded in a hoarse whisper, "How do you know of such things?" Then her eyes became a violet color again and he felt a worming sensation in his brain. Memories going back chronologically from just now to past years flashed through him, going at lightning speed; thoughts he has not thought in years and feelings he has not felt surfaced into his consciences.
Abruptly she let him go so that he fell against the tree. He shuddered as he felt the after effects of what she had just done. What had she done was the question. Then she whispered, "So you come from a place where this has already happened?" He nodded trying to catch his breath. She continued by saying, "I apologize for doing that, Landon. I will try not to do it again."
"What is it that you did?" he asked not even realizing that she said his name.
"I read your mind, your memories, and your feelings," she answered turning away.
"But---," he started.
"I'm a very, special, type of elf Landon. Your Tolkien does not know of me, and apparently of how I protect them."
"History is changing. He didn't know about me either. The book, the text was changing before I blacked out. I bet that----," he was trying to say but was interrupted by Laurelin's hand covering his mouth. He sat there perplexed for a moment then felt the evil presence near by. He nodded and she released his mouth. Landon looked down to a tall man in an oversized cloak that covered his whole body on a pitch black colored horse. The horse had no color except for his red eyes. The man in the cloak glared at the three hobbits, moving forward as though to go up to them but had a change of mind and turned away, disappearing into the forest.
Laurelin let out a sigh and sat back on her heels. She looked back at Landon and shook her head. "Tell me of this book does it tell of the fate of the Ring?" she asked him.
"Yes it does but maybe I shouldn't say it," he replied.
She thought for a second then said in agreement, "That is very wise. Your presence wasn't here in the story and neither was I. We can no longer depend on your tales from the future for it is already false." She sighed and looked at him again. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"
Landon shook his head and thought for a moment; for something about her was familiar. First was her name. Second was her house. He asked her when he finally had a conclusion, "Laurelin. You weren't per chance named after the great tree Laurelindórnan, are you?"
"As I said before, I am a very special type of elf," she said cautiously. She did not offer any more information. This puzzled him a little, how was she special? He knew she could read minds and her eyes turned violet but other than that, he didn't have a clue.
He continued by asking, "Are you related to Gildor?" She looked at him for a long while thinking about how to explain to him some things so that he would stop questioning her, for it was very uncomfortable.
She explained by saying, "Gildor is my younger brother. His youth did not keep him from being the ruler of our house because he is male. When our house was banished, we made our way to the shores."
"That's when you ran into Frodo," he said.
Laurelin nodded before continuing, "Gildor sensed great with us and asked me to look after Frodo, to protect him from harm of it. It was after my brother and our company left, that I found he was wearing the Ring around his neck. I wonder how much Gandalf the Gray has warned his of this evil. And now you have come. I don't know what magic has brought you here. But I fear that it is not good, even though your presence sooths me." She looked away from him and he saw that an almost unperceivable blush came to her face. He looked at her in surprise. Did she feel the same way he did? He had never felt such infatuation for anyone like this and it frankly scared him. When he looked into her eyes he felt like he's known her for all his life and only now something in him was whole. She returned his gaze and asked, "You are familiar of our customs, are you not?"
He nodded and said, "When an elf meets her soul-mate, they bond, becoming whole and instantly falls in love, and recognizes and knows him."
"Loving each other for the rest of eternity," she concluded. Landon caressed her cheek and she took his hand in hers and held it as they sat there staring into each others eyes for what seemed like for hours. He leaned towards her and she looked away saying, "We need to catch up with the three hobbits. We have tarried for to long." He sat back on his heels.
"You are right but," he rubbed his bruised wrist.
She looked at his wrist and said gently, "I will try not to hurt you this time. If you jump with me it will ease the pain from being pulled and I will go slower." She held out her hand and he took it as they stood up. Then she counted down, "Three. Two. One," and they jump at the same time landing in the next tree and got ready to jump again. They traveled like this until they came to a stream. She said to him at last, "We are to go foot." She jumped down from their perch and landed with grace.
Laurelin looked up at Landon expectantly. He joined her but did not land with the same grace. In fact, when he landed, the only thing that kept him from breaking his neck was that he had accidentally fallen on Laurelin, breaking his fall. Unfortunately how ever it didn't prevent him from being knocked out.