Disclaimer; Camacil is mine. Creation of my genius thank you very much. Not I anyway based on someone that I know in real life. You can't prove anything! Oh, and Bridget is still mine, if anyone wants to borrow her just email me, and we can talk shop. ;-).

Gandalf was resting it the shade of the trees in the garden by the houses of healing, watching Aragorn's small children play, when Bridget came up next to him and made a nervous coughing sound.

"Ah, Bridget, what brings you to see an old man?"

"I know you're not really old Gandalf. Can I sit?"

"Of course child, you don't have to ask. Did you want to ask if I've found anything?" Gandalf smiled to himself as the lines of worry smoothed from Bridget's face and she sighed in relief. His smile didn't last long when he remembered what the answer would be.

"Have you Gandalf? Found anything?"

"I am sorry child. There was only one scroll that had any similarities to your own story, and I do not think that writer ever made it home." To his surprise she did not look upset, rather, she looked determined.

"Do you think I could look at this scroll? Maybe I'll notice something, some analogy to something from my world that you wouldn't pick up, something…"

"Why is it so important for you to return to your world?"

"Because it's my home. Do you know, 'The Lord of the Rings' is a story where I'm from? They made a movie out of it, like a play, and they used my country as the basis for all the scenery. Every thing there is here, from Gondor to the Woods of Lothlorien to the Shire to Mordor, I have in my own little country. Even if most of the structures were made in a studio, the places are still there, you just have to know were to look for them."

This was news to Gandalf. A story? They were a story? How was that possible?

"Anyway," Bridget continued, "That's not what's important. I miss my family, and, I don't know why, I just don't feel like I belong here. You know how you can feel connected to a place and nowhere else ever really feels like home? That's how I feel, like the lands rejected me. Or something."

Gandalf considered this for a moment, (which is to say he stared at her in shock.), before answering, "I shall have that scroll for you by tonight."

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Later that night, as Bridget was reading the scroll, she gave everyone else present in the room a terrible shock as she jumped out of her chair screaming "Shit-fucked-purple-monkeys-in-a-blender! Milkshaaake! You have to die to get back!"

"What in Middle-Earth are you screaming about?" Legolas demanded angrily.

"How I get back to my world! I have to die!"

"Where does it say that?" Gandalf asked in a shocked voice.

"Right here! It's in txt code, so of course you wouldn't have picked it up. Look, 'wht a bastrd. Trns out I av 2 cark it 2 gt bk hm. Hu wud av thought? Bt frankly I dnt fink my 4mer life is worf da risk, id ratha sty in Middle-Earth, mayb il meet Aragorn?' See! Oh god! Die!"

"Maybe you have it wrong," Whispered Gandalf, "It doesn't actually say 'death' or 'die' anywhere in there."

"What do you think 'cark it' means hmm? It's a dysphemism for die."

"Do you really want to go home that much Bridget?" Legolas's voice was very soft.

"What? Oh yes, course. Hmm. I wonder how this guy found this out."

Legolas watched her, herforehead creased in concentration. Was she serious? She was going to kill her self just to get home? What if it didn't work? How could he live with himself if he let die?

"I don't think you should do it."

"What? Why not?"

"If it doesn't work you would have just killed yourself for nothing. I wont let you do it."

"Geesh Legolas, you make it sound so dramatic. It's not like I'm going to slit my wrists or anything."

"Then just how are you going to die?" He was angry now. How could she be so calm about this?

"I'm going to jump off a cliff. Into the ocean. That way, if it doesn't work, you wont have to know. And there won't be any overly extended goodbyes that would make every thing go all soppy. And I will finally get to see the ocean, that's what I've missed the most since being here, the sea is to far away. I've always lived next to the sea you know, I miss the smell of salt."

A/N: Dun dun dun..! Well what do you think of that! Pretty good chapter, even if I do say so my self. Will Bridget do it? Will it work? And how will Legolas cope with the feelings he won't admit he's having? Review please! I need feed back. Thanks:)

ArwenEvenstar83; I'm glad you like it! Yes, Harod is a wimpy little momma's boy, and I want to kick him. Lets just leave him in the computer shall we?

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lgfrommk2931; Well, were do I start? Firstly a ute is like a car that just has the front seats and the back is like a built in trailer. It's a farm vehicle. Secondly, what do you mean nappies? I don't get it. And last, Holy Crapness! HAHAHAHAHA! OMG I love that! And yes I love living in New Zealand, it's more beautiful in person than it is on a screen. We are having climate problems because of the hole in the ozone layer though, Nelson, where I live, dries up and runs out of water in summer (now). But that's not fanfiction, so we wont worry about it. Thanks for reviewing, you really brightened my day. What a character. Oh! Haha, now I know what nappies! Sorry, I had to go re-read it. Nappies are diapers, you know, what babies wear to catch their messes. Lol. :)

Child of Fenris; Well I suppose I should thank you for the "quite cute" thing, but I was feeling sensitive that day and you messed me up! Stupid cheesy questions, I almost cried… … … ... ………... …………...

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