Happy New Year everyone! My resolutions include trying to update my fanfic at least once a month. Let's see if this works. Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been busy with school, drama and all that other fun stuff. Well, enjoy!

On the morning of October 23rd, Erin woke early while it was barely dawn.

"Why the hell did I wake up?" She mumbled to herself as she turned over and tried to go back to sleep. Tossing and turning, Erin was easily fed up and decided to get up. Quickly dressing in the fine elven clothing she had been given, she was about to leave her chamber when she heard horses galloping in the distance. Knowing that it must be members of Elrond's counsel, Erin quietly walked down from her room and strolled towards the entrance of Rivendell. To her present surprise, it was the company of Legolas of Mirkwood.

"What are you doing here?" Erin said joking, "Was Gollum too much trouble for you?"

Legolas jumped down from his horse and glanced around Rivendell. He then turned to Erin and smiled.

"In most cases that would be amusing, Lady Elendil" He said, "But unfortunately that is why I am here. My father sent me as a messenger to Elrond and as a member of his counsel."

"What happened?" Erin inquired as she helped Legolas with his horse although he didn't need it.

"Mirkwood was attacked only a year after you left and Gollum escaped," Legolas told Erin reluctantly.

"I'm so sorry," Erin responded, "If I had known that had occurred, I would not have greeted you with such a comment."

"It's of no significance. Don't not concern yourself," Legolas said as he and the other elves led their horses to the stables, "I would wish to visit you later on if you would permit me."

"Of course," Erin said smiling, "I would like that." Erin watched he and the other elves depart. Within seconds, more horses sounded from behind her. Walking back towards the gates, she peaked to see who else was coming. As soon as she poked her head out, horses came flying in knocking Erin off her feet. Gathering herself and coming back to her senses, she looked only to see a procession of men from the South. Not wanting to be seen, she pulled her hood from her cloak over her head and stood up, slowly backing away from them. Men. She wanted nothing to do with them and would be glad when they would finally leave. They were not welcomed in her mind.

"Do you think, their homes are decorated with flowers too," one of the men shouted out, insulting the construction of Rivendell, "My wife would love this."

"So would your other sweetheart but let's not tell your wife that," another joined in the laughter.

"Vulgar," Erin whispered.

"Gentlemen, we have a visitor," one of the men pointed out looking in Erin's direction. All the men turned in looking at her. She felt her face getting hotter as she began to wish she were invisible. Why were they interested in looking at her? The longer they stared, the more she began to want to disappear.

"It's a little girl," one of them said as they continued to stare her down, "What is a human girl doing in Rivendell?"

"What do you know," a voice said behind her. It was another man that she hadn't realized was there before, "It is a little girl." He grabbed one of her wrists and held it up as if she was a prize, "See?" He said.

"Let me be!" Erin finally shouted out as her hood fell from her face, revealing that she was indeed human.

"You've had too much ale, Eorl," the men told him, "Do not bother her."

"What are you doing far from men, little girl," the man asked taking both her wrists.

"Please let me go," she said trying to free herself, "I have no business with you."

"Where would you go?" the man asked now holding Erin by her shoulders, "Where have you been living? With elves?"

"Stop!" Erin yelled louder, "Let go of me."

"Am I frightening you?" the man said, not releasing his grip.

"Let her go," a voice said behind her. This time it was Legolas'.

Although confused the man did not loosen his grip, "Who are you?" He asked.

"I demand you to free her," Legolas said, this time a bit louder.

"Eorl," Boromir shouted as he came in riding on his horse, "Let her be."

"As you wish, my lord," Eorl said as he released Erin by shoving her towards Legolas whose amazing senses allowed him to catch her before she fell.

"I do not desire for any other your men to lay a hand on this lady," Legolas stated plainly to Boromir.

"I can assure you good elf, that no one shall touch her or trouble her any more" Boromir responded, "I apologize for the behavior of my men and that this one in particular has not best represented the race of men. I can promise that none of my men will lay so much as a finger upon her. I'm sure we can make an arrangement to keep it this way."

"So I hope," Legolas responded with a monotonous tone. Boromir and his men turned from the two of them, and led their horses to the stables. Her face burned from frustration and embarrassment. She hadn't seen Boromir since her stop in Minas Tirith years ago. Boromir was much younger then and was hopefully more mature. He didn't appear to remember her, for which she was thankful. Erin didn't want him to remember her. Erin turned away from Legolas and stood near the entrance of Rivendell. She heard the laughter of the men in the distance.

"Idiots," she murmured as she leaned against one of the walls. Who did they think they were, entering Rivendell in such a disrespectful manner?

"Erin?" Legolas questioned.

"I know. I'm not very lady-like," Erin sighed as she looked towards Legolas, "I'm working on it."

"No," Legolas said as he walked towards her and stared with a look of fascination.

"What?" Erin said as she turned around. Where her hand had lied, was now replaced with a vine of roses that was growing at an accelerated speed. Surprised, she pulled her hand back and the vines stopped growing. Legolas and Erin both stared at the wall for what seemed like hours.

"Boromir, they are lovers of flowers," the voice of Eorl echoed behind them. Legolas and Erin whipped their heads around to see Boromir and his company returning from the stables. Eorl had been watching them despite his drunken state. Ignoring them, Erin turned back to the wall and touched it again. The rose vine continued to grow.

"Flower lovers," Eorl continued to taunt. Erin's face began to grow red again with frustration. Immediately, the vine withered and dies. Erin stepped back from the wall. She was a bit frightened by what she had done. It was one thing for flowers to randomly grow, but to die was creepy. Erin thought back to Elrond saying she may have powers that she did not know of before.

"I have to find Gandalf," Erin whispered to Legolas, "Could you make sure that the men do not follow me?"

"By whatever means necessary," Legolas responded slowly as Erin turned to leave. She now knew that Elrond was right about her hidden talents.