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AN: HEY ALL! I'm back! Anyway, I really liked that thing about chickens in the last chapter, pretty random stuff. Well, my friend, Emily, read my story. She liked it! I feel special. Well, she wanted to be in it, so she is. If Emily is reading this, well there is no elvish equivalent, so I just came up with something, k?

Well, I only got two reviews. It makes me sad, but oh well! I like this story and have a perfect ending, so I'm going to continue it, even if you don't like. That's about it. Oh yeah! Review and tell me what you think is going to happen at the end, actually, e-mail me that, so if you get it right no one will now what the end is! Okidoky! On to Chapter 5!

Chapter 5 Meeting Galadriel and Aerel

Aster gaped at him, "E-expected? Me?"

The elf gave her an amused look, "Yes, Laiorë." He looked at Gwennêl, "Who is the young elf?"

Aster snapped back to her senses, "Oh, this is Gwennêl. Who are you?"

"Rumil. Come, the Lady awaits you." Rumil started off quickly into the woods, with the elves, Gwennêl, and Aster following. Before long they came to the Celebrant. Here Rumil threw one end of a long slender rope across. It was caught by an elf, who secured it to a tree while Rumil did the same. One by one the elves crossed the slender bridge, with Aster coming last. Oh ! I heights! she thought as she crossed shakily.

It was far into the night before they reached Caras Galadhon. Aster looked in awe at the great trees and dwellings of the Galadhrim. The trees stood at immeasurable heights, glittering with many colored lights.

The group came to the bottom of a winding stair. Rumil turned and addressed Aster, "You will come up and speak to the Lady, Gwennêl will stay here. Follow me."

He began to climb followed by Aster, leaving behind an indignant Gwennêl. The stair seemed to stretch on forever. Aster climbed telling herself over and over 'Don't look down, and you'll be fine. Just don't look down.' She was relieved when they reached a flet with a house built on it. Rumil left Aster outside the door. He soon came back.

"The Lady awaits you," he said.

Aster entered nervously. Galadriel stood in the center of the room facing her.

"You come at last . I was beginning to worry. But you are here now. Welcome to Lothlorien, Aster," Galadriel said.

Aster gaped at her, "How do you now who I am?"

Galadriel smiled, "I know whenever someone from the outside enters Middle Earth. You are not the only one who has done so. Each year thirty mortals from your world come to Middle Earth. All that come have been trained in Martial Arts, so that they are prepared to face the wars of our world."

"Can we ever return?" Aster asked.

"I'm afraid not, Aster. Middle Earth is sealed against anyone leaving. You can never return."

Aster felt her throat knot, "Never return?" she repeated in a hoarse voice.

"Never. You are bound with the fate of this world. Those who knew and remain in your world, forget completely about you. You are erased from that world, along with all your possessions. You do, however, now have a past here. You have met people, gone places. You are a part of this world."

"Why was I ever brought here?" Aster asked, bursting into tears.

"It is vital to the survival of Middle Earth that people from your world come. I do not understand it completely, but without you, we could not survive."

"Well, if I have to be here, then can you tell me my past?"

"No. You will gradually begin to remember your past, or Laiorë's past, here and forget your other life. I think, though, that there is something that will comfort you."

"I have a new life that I don't even remember, I'll never see my friends or family again, and you expect me to be COMFORTED!" Aster raged.

"Yes, because there is one friend who you will see again."

"Who?"

Galadriel gestured to a side door and a female elf entered. The elf had long dark brown hair and brown eyes. Aster stared at the elf, her tears beginning to dry up. "Emily?" she whispered.

"Yup! Gosh you make a lot of noise, Aster, half the elves in Lothlorien think there's a Balrog coming," Emily said cheerfully. Aster laughed.

"You two must leard to be more like the elves of Middle Earth. You must become Laiorë and Aerel," Galadriel insisted.

"Galadriel's been saying lots of cheerful stuff like that," Emily muttered to Aster.

"I heard that. You will be staying here for a while. I will be teaching you to act more like female elves, weaving, sewing, elvish, and other things a female elf must do. You will also be taught archery and sword-fighting. You may leave, Laiorë and Aerel."

"The names Emily, and why do we have to take lessons? I thought I had escaped school for good."

"No you are Aerel. You must take lessons so that you may better fit in with other elves," Galadriel explained. "Now you may leave. Rumil will take you to your rooms."

Emily and Aster walked out, Emily still grumbling about school and her name. Aster smiled. Her friend was the same as ever. They reached Rumil and he escorted them to a small house-flet.

Inside they found a small bathroom, two bedrooms, two studies and a dining room, all opening off of a hall.

"The study and bedroom on the left are Aerel's and the ones on the right are Laiorë's."

"Rumil, where is Gwennêl?" Aster asked.

"She is in the Lady's home. The Lady wished to now if she could be adopted by a family here."

"Tell Lady Galadriel that that is an excellent idea," Aster replied, trying hard to speak formally. Rumil bowed slightly and left.

"'That is an excellent idea.'" Emily mimicked.

"Hey!" Aster said, pushing Emily playfully. "What was I supposed to say, 'Yo, that's cool. Tell Galadriel to do that, dude.' We are kinda among elves. They aren't used to slang." Emily rolled her eyes. "Listen, I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed. See ya tomorrow."

Aster went into her bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her. The room was fairly large. It had had a dresser in one corner, with a mirror beside it. There was a large four poster with a green canopy against one wall. A door on the left side of the room led into her study. Next to a window on the far side of the room was a cabinet.

Aster walked over to the dresser opening it to find it full of dresses and tunics. There was a night dress which Aster quickly slipped into. She then went to the cabinet. It contained weapons. There was a sword like Aragorn's, an elven sword, a quiver, arrows, bow, double swords, daggers, a long dagger, and a short sword. Holy , that's a lot of weapons.

Closing the cabinet Aster went to the window. It looked out at a vast expanse of trees as tall as skyscrapers. Trees with green leaves and gold flowers. On the green grass below lay thousands of golden leaves, with small patches of elanor and nimphradel dotting it. Aster felt a wave of homesickness as she looked over the vast expanse, remembering the tall buildings and busy streets that she would never see again. Her friends still living there, unaware that two of there number were erased from that world for all time.

Unable to bear it any longer, Aster went to the bed and got under the leaf green comforter, she fell asleep, and dreamed of her past world.

AN: I know I should put up an extra long chapter, but I REALLY don't have the time. High school is literally from hell. Except for theatre. I'm sorry that I didn't put up a longer chapter. Oh, and I keep saying "my readers" but I have none, so, yeah.

ouchie- Thanx! I'm glad to hear you don't think she's a Mary-Sue.

Frodo's Sweetheart- Yeah! Another Harry Potter r. I'll be sure to read your other stories when I get the chance.

Well that's all for today. Again, I'm sorry for the shortness.

Read a story by THECheeseTurkey! She rocks!

Cya!