Disclaimer: *Grabs hold of Legolas* MINE! Mine! Mine! Mine! *squeezes Legolas out of breath* what do you mean 'Not mine'? Tolkien? Who the f*** is Tolkien? *Lets the death grip on Legolas go* Oooooops…THAT Tolkien…eh *smiles innocently* Sorry about that…. NO! Still don't own anything. *pout* Amani is MINE though. Muwahahaha…. This is getting out of hand…sorry…temporary insanity. =)

Chapter 4: Elrond

I looked at the 'bedroom elf' in anticipation, as he gave me a beaming (surely famous) smile. "My name is Glorfindel, Milady." He stated. "Oh, there you go. Now I can finally call you something else than 'Bedroom elf', although, I must say I like it." I smiled back. "Bedroom elf?" He stuttered, a very confused look on his fair face. I guess I settled his doubts of me being a bit 'out there'. "Yes." I replied with the smile still plastered to my face. He blinked a couple of times, shook his head and turned away from me. I took this as him letting the subject go, thinking it wise to not ask any further questions.

"Shall we?" He offered his arm to me yet again. "Where are we going, Glorfindel?" I used his name just to get a feel to how it sounded on my lips. "I thought you heard Lord Elrond ask me to take you to his study?" He had this questioning look to him. I think I showed utter confusion. "I am sorry but I do not know or speak the elvish language. It is banished from my homeland." I stated rather sadly. I had always wished to learn the beautiful languages of the elven kind, my kind. He went all silent on me again. Guess this was some kind of trademark of his.

It didn't take long before we reached the study. When Glorfindel opened the door, I could feel my nervousness and expectations suddenly take control of me. This made me stifle giggles all the time when they looked at me, they, being Lord Elrond and an old looking guy with a pointy hat. The more I giggled, the more they looked at me. The more they looked at me, the more nervous I got, hence the uncontrollable, insane giggling. I cursed myself inwardly. *Good first impression you giggling freak!* I said to myself before sitting down in the chair Elrond so courteously motion towards.

I finally got a hold of myself. Lord Elrond, sitting in a chair across from me, measured me up and down for a minute. Then he motioned towards the old guy next to me. He cleared his voice before speaking up, "This is Gandalf the Gray." He paused. "He will be here during our little chat." He said it with a 'just so you know' voice. I just nodded slightly, not really caring. All I wanted to was getting my ass out of there, fast.

After an hour or so I was finally finished explaining everything to Lord Elrond. He was not an easy person to tell stories to, letting out all those 'hmms' and 'ah's' all the time. It made me nervous. But anyway, I came through it alive and that's what matters, right?

I was now sitting outside in one of the gardens, waiting. Oh, how I hated waiting. Lord Elrond had firmly pushed me out of the door telling me to wait outside. So now I was here, alone with my thoughts, not feeling too good about it all. My mind kept harassing me about what they were talking about while I was out here. The answer is of course obvious. Me.

~~~~ Meanwhile inside the study ~~~~

Elrond was pacing back and forth, his eyes in a daze. Gandalf was, as usual, smoking his beloved pipe, glancing over at Elrond now and then. The silence was abruptly broke by Elrond's voice, "What do you think we should do with her, Gandalf?" He looked over at the Istari with seriousness written all over his face. The old man took his pipe away from his mouth and made a grunting noise. "You should let her stay here and find out more about her. Everything happens for a reason. "Gandalf replied, his brushy eyebrows moving up and down while talking.

The lord of Rivendell nodded his head. "Yes, perhaps you're right." He paused, leading his index finger to rest on his chin. Then he opened the door to the study to find Glorfindel still standing there. "Glorfindel." He said demandingly. "Can you find Amani for me, and tell her that she is welcomed to stay here in Rivendell for as long as she likes?" Lord Elrond turned to walk in again. "Yes, of course I will do that. I think I know where to find her as well." They parted, Elrond went back into the study, and Glorfindel went to find me.

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I was still sitting in the garden, Ok, lying in the garden almost asleep, happy now? So I guess I got a little startled when the bedroom…eh…Glorfindel came sneaking up on me. In fact, I screamed. A high pitch scream, making him hold his hands against his poor ears in pain. "You scared me!" I declared and looked over at the traumatized elf before me. "Didn't I tell you something about that?" I glared. He just stood there like he had no idea what I was talking about, at all. Then he smiled at me, the most innocent smile he could muster. Believe me. My heart melted right then and there.

"I'll give you a second chance, Milord." I lay back onto the grass, resting my head on my hands. Glorfindel shook his head a few times before speaking up, "I have a message from Lords Elrond." He began. I looked up at him expectantly. "He said you are welcome to stay here for as long as you want." Glorfindel smiled at me and walked away, now finished with his task. I closed my eyes and could finally let out the breath I had been holding since I had to leave the study.

Maybe I could actually feel at home here? This was the most beautiful place I had ever seen in my entire life. Yes, I could definitely feel at home. I drifted away into dreamland with a small smile playing on my lips. Tomorrow I had to get even with Glorfindel.

Hope you like it! I've been kinda stuck on this. Loss of inspiration I guess, and I'm really sorry. Hope I can get past this dreadful writers block! Tips are always welcome =) Tata!