Note: I promise things will get better for our dear Kohana! I just wanted to convey what might really happen if one found themselves in middle earth. It's not a picnic.

The Passing

Slow Movement

The air was salty on the coast.

Kohana felt the stickiness of it as wind and spray filtered through her hair as her body rocked with movement...

She visited her sailboat whenever she could. The rocking of the waves as it crashed the sides made a rhythm she found comforting.

No one else could find her in this place, alone in her boat. She was dead to everything but the vastness of the bay. Today, however, she had Tori with her.

The girls lie on their backs and let the sun bake them slowly.

"Tonight I'm grabbing coffee with Shane. He has a cute younger brother. Do you want me to introduce you to him?"

Kohana shrugged. She wasn't interested really.

"Why do you avoid boys? You're pretty. You should go for it." Tori sipped on her water bottle. She couldn't understand her little sister's apathy to social situations.

Sure, Kohana had always been the sensitive one. Tori felt that if she just gained some confidence she would be much happier.

Kohana didn't really understand herself either.

She hated putting herself out there. She felt she was trying to hard.

Kohana wanted to be pursued. In her dreams she was being charmed by an honorable and strong man. He wasn't afraid to get deep with her.

"I want more than these high school boys that play video games and will just take me to the movies."

"Then what do you want, Ana?"

Kohana shrugged again.

"I want old fashioned romance. You know- picnic under the stars, a love for silence and patience.

Tori laughed. Her dark blonde hair flew in her face.

"What you want is a dream, kid. No guys are like that. Well, unless they want to get into your pants."

Kohana made a determined face.

"Then I'll be a nun. I'm not going to waste my time with just settling."

Tori laughed again. She turned herself toward her sister and nuzzled her shoulder.

"Ohhh kid! My silly, innocent like Ana! What am I going to do with you?"

Kohana leaned her head into Tori's neck.

"That's sister Kohana, to you."

The sisters began to laugh again.

Kohana grinned at herself.

The wind carried her thoughts out to the heavens.

The bay engulfed them with its lure, and the two feel asleep being rocked by the waves.

Gandalf had left the next day to secure arrangements with Mirkwood. Kohana stayed in bed for 3 days. Elrond worried for the girl. He sent a healer to check on her progress.

After assessing the situation the healer just shook her head.

"My Lord. Her heart seems to be broken."

Elrond felt the girls sorrow in his own bones.

She needs a companion. Someone or something to confide in. However she could not talk to a soul.

He had packages sent to her room in hope that it will bring some ray of light into her darkness.

Kohana lay in Glorfindel's bed.

No, not her bed, for she had nothing in this world. Her soul seemed to escape her body, for she now felt nothing. No hunger, no sorrow, no hope. Just numbness.

Here inner monologue was interrupted by a guard opening the door to her chamber. The elf was followed by more elf maidens carrying packages and placing them at the foot of the bed.

The elf guard began to open all of the shutters, letting Kohana's dark room bright with sunlight.

The elf then brought her a small package and placed it in her hands. He bowed and left the room.

'This is very odd." She thought.

Kohana sighed and unfolded the letter that lay on top of her small package.

Aiya Kohana,

I know that you grieve for your world and your family. I hope that I may be of service to you in your sorrow.

Here is a journal for you to write your thoughts when there is no one to listen. Please make sure to not write anything of sensitive nature or knowledge of the future in its pages. We do not want it to get into the wrong hands and have vulnerable information held within.

Also, I have presented you with material for dresses, for I am sure Lord Glorfindel's clothing does not appease you. A seamstress with visit you for fittings.

I also have ordered your chamber shutters to be opened so that you may gaze outside. For obvious reasons there will still be warriors guarding nearby your quarters, but you will be able to walk on your balcony and not feel imprisoned.

I have also ordered the garden below your room restricted so that you may take daily strolls.

I hope these things will make your stay in Rivendell more bearable.

Nai haryuvalye melwa re.

Namarie,

Lord Elrond

Kohana was in brighter spirits already.

'At least my room will not feel like a tomb anymore.'

She glided off of the bed and walked out onto her balcony.

She was taken away by the beauty of Rivendell. The movie had not done the place justice. Below her was a garden surrounded with an exotic trees and flowers.

She sat on the railing of her balcony and soaked in her surroundings.

Her heart still ached, but this change in scenery definitely helped her spirits.

Kohana spent the rest of her day sitting on her balcony and writing in her new journal. Around noon her lunch was brought to her and she ate a little, followed by a fitting with the seamstress that would be making her dresses.

Dear Journal,

I feel sorrow so deep today.

I would date this entry but I don't even know what day of the week it is. Does Middle Earth even have the same days of the week and months as my world?

I ache for my sisters. I wish they were here to support me, but alas I am alone.

Listen to me!

I sound like I am from the middle ages!

I had my first fitting today. Elves are so beautiful. The seamstress that fitted me was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

No one could compete with the grace of these elves.

Of course the seamstress was terrified of me, though. I hate being thought of as an evil witch. I wouldn't hurt a fly. Honest.

I can see all of the activity of Rivendell from my balcony. The elves do things with such patience. There every motion and action is graceful. It is beautiful to watch.

Sort of like a dance.

If I was home I would be giving Tripod the biggest smooch right now. I would also be listening to my coldplay cd and eating ice cream.

I believe I must be strong to survive this. I do not know why my path has leaded me here, but I must remember to keep living no matter the situation.

I believe that if Shina or Tori were here with me they would be trying to hook up with Glorfindel. He is very handsome. To bad he hates me.

Yesterday he barged into my room, or his room, whatever the case, and packed his things.

I was awake but pretended to be sleeping.

I think curiously killed the cat because while he was packing some books near my bed he kept sneaking peeks at me.

I look so plain next to these glorious creatures.

Oh well, I have a better personality.

Much love my little journal.

Namarie (new word I learned),

Ana

Notes:

Aiya- greetings

Nai haryuvalye melwa re- My your day be blessed

Namarie- farwell