A/N: I return to you, my good readers, with more of this ridiculous drama that we seem to so desire. Bon appetite! By the way, those love troubles I've been having seemed to have disappeared in smoke!

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I was floating in water, and at the same time feeling as if I was suspended in mid-air. Warmth caressed my body, I opened my eyes and was in darkness. Lighter shapes moved about me like oil in water.

I didn't know who I was, I merely immersed myself in the hazy feeling that battled my senses.

And as soon as it began, it stopped.

Instead, I was now sitting on a stone bench in the middle of a courtyard.

"Hello, Nicolette," The voice was familiar to me. If I didn't know better I'd say it was my father's.

I turned around and felt my jaw go slack.

My father stood before me wearing a cotton tunic, he sat on a stone bench similar to mine reading a book. He was as young as the fateful day when that man took his life.

This is not happening, I'm delusional. Was dimentia one of the side-effects of dimension jumping?

Appaerently so.

Dad patted the seat beside him, "Come, sit with me, Nicky."

I numbly sat down beside my father, "Um...Hi...Dad."

Dad chuckled, "Hey, Girlie. Bet your wondering why your seeing me?"

I nodded mutely.

"The Big Guy, Upstairs sent me. He saw what you were going to do, what you'd been through, and decided to allow you your memory."
Well, that makes sense! I scoffed inwardly.

Dad laughed, "You inherited your mother's sense of humor. I'm proud of you, kiddo. I've been watching over you and your family for sometime."

I smiled and hugged my dad tightly, "I wish Legolas and Ithilwen could've met you."

Dad smiled, "They will...someday. Anyway, I gotta go, babe. You do, too. Send my grandbaby my love!" He pressed something into my hand and kissed my forehead.

I was thrown into a whirlwind, so strong that my body was lifted and swirled about as if it were weightless. Yet, I felt no pain. Finally, the whirlwind stopped and I was lying in the grass on the edge of a forest.

Aragorn sat beside me, he jumped at my sudden appearance. "Mae govannen, Nicolette," He said in an off-handed manner. As if my appearance were expected and nothing more.

I looked down at my hand, in it was my father's police badge. I smiled and kissed it, before tucking it away in my large pockets.

"Hello to you, too," I said flatly, "Where's Legolas and Ithilwen?"

Aragorn lifted an eyebrow, "Pray tell how you remember your daughter."

"Call it divine intervention, but as I said, where is my family?" I asked, it felt so strange saying that. I was worried about Ithilwen and needed to see her.

The side's of the former ranger's mouth twitched. "They will be here in--"

"Oof!" Two flashes of light appeared and Legolas and Ithilwen appeared a yard away from them.

I sighed in relief, I had been secretly dreading that something might have happened to one or both of them.

Ithilwen, still wrapped in her quilt, seemed half-asleep. Legolas was wide awake, but seemed dazed.

"Greetings, Melleth Nin," I said, scooping Ithilwen into my arms and balancing her on my hip.

Legolas smiled, "Welcome home, dear one."

The full force of the fact that I was in Middle-Earth struck me. I sat Ithilwen down gently on the soft grass. Middle-Earthian grass.

I squealed and ran about the edge of the forest, leaping, jumping and pirrouetting across the soft, spongy ground.

Aragorn smirked and Legolas looked slightly worried.

Finally I threw myself onto a particularly thick patch of grass, panting heavily.

"Tired?" Aragorn asked, bemusedly.

"Not a chance," I replied mirroring his tone.

Ithilwen crawled over to me, giggling, "Mommy lost it."

Legolas stared at Ithilwen, "How does she...?"

"Don't ask, just be thankful," I replied, "Now what are we going to do?"

Aragorn hefted a pack onto his back, "We make our way to City of the Elves."

Seeing as how we all felt as if we had just woken from a deep and restful sleep, this seemed reasonable.

I swung Ithilwen onto my back, enduring her countless questions about and of Middle-Earth.

I really hate to sound cruel but these questions were driving me insane. And so afterawhile I began to ignore her; focusing on the interesting scenery about my little group.

We walked on a dirt road, that, accourding to Legolas, was rarely used nowadays. Though it seemed to be in good condition.

Thick trees which looked like a mix between an Oak tree and those trees one sees in African plains. They were so thick that only small patches of sunlight could be seen, the trees creating a green filter effect.

It bore resemblance to the picture created in The Hobbit. But it seemed more pleasant. There was a sleepy ambience about Mirkwood Forest.

"Mommy! Mo-o-o-o-om!" Ithwilen tugged on my braid, jerking me out of my inspection of the forest.

I smacked her hand away from my hair, "Knock it off. Now what was it you were saying, Ithilwen?"

Ithilwen huffed, "I was saying I was hungry."

I looked down at my watch (yes, Legolas had actually allowed me to keep it), it read ten o'clock in the morning. No wonder she was hungry.

Aragorn, without stopping, reached into his pack and produced a green apple, he tossed it to Ithilwen.

Ithilwen, appeased for now, munched happily at the apple.

Legolas, to entertain Ithilwen and pass the time. Began to teach her Sindarin songs. I could tell this was his way of teaching her Elvish; because Lord knows she'll have to learn it and fast.

"Who's Elbereth?" Ithilwen asked in-between bites of her meager breakfast.

Aragorn, who was also teaching Ithilwen Middle-Earth history, grinned. "That is the title of Varda, the Star-Queen. She created the stars and the constellations."

Ithilwen nodded, "Okay."

Aragorn then continued on with his story about the creation of Eä, the Ainur, and the Valar.

Ithilwen listened to him in rapt attention, her large green eyes fixed upon him with the utmost fascination.

Legolas and I walked side-by-side, I watched the duo with pride.

Legolas' hand slipped about my waist and he pulled me to his side. He kissed my cheek and I rested my head on his shoulder.

This was how the day progressed, Legolas and Aragorn taking turns leading the group, while the other taught Ithilwen what they could of Sindarin, and of history.

By nightfall, we set up a small camp on the road. Seeing as how the likelihood of someone traveling the road other than ourselves was slim at best.

I rolled out four cots and Aragorn started a fire and brought out some uncooked meat he had caught earlier that day, wrapped in leaves. He stuck it on the spit and turned it with practiced ease.

Ithilwen sat on my lap, half-asleep. I braided her hair so I wouldn't have to brush it in the morning and it wouldn't get caught in the branches and other such things.

Legolas lay sprawled on his cot, fiddling with a piece of string he had tied in various knots.

Aragorn, once the meat was done, wrapped them in several leaves and gave them to each of us. He gave a slightly larger portion to Ithilwen with a wink.

I quickly finished my meal and curled onto my cot, Ithilwen insisted on sleeping with me. I consented and quickly fell asleep with Ithilwen snuggled into my back.

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I rose early, mostly out of excitement. Legolas and Aragorn were already up.

Helping myself to the meat left over from the night, before; I cleaned up the campsite in record time. Soon we were on our way, once again.

Today passed similarly to yesterday.

Legolas was in high spirits, what with being back in his own home. He was more patient with Ithilwen when she didn't understand part of a song. And he kissed me on the cheek more often.

Aragorn was also in good humor; he hummed snatches of Dunedain songs and carried Ithilwen on his back most of the day.

"Over the Misty Mountains cold, through dungeons deep and caverns old,

We must await, ere break of day to win the dragon's gold..." Aragorn's deep voice and Ithilwen's angelic soprano filled the air.

I laughed and watched the two; surprised at the quiet Ranger King change of attitude.

Soon the sun, guided by Arien, sank behind the trees; and all too quickly Tilion and his precious orb of silver followed her, turning the forest an eerie shade of blue.

We set up camp and Aragorn produced several apples and began to cook a hart he had shot (with his bow, my Winchester is still sitting at home!).

I devoured the hart and an apple, before curling onto my cot and sleeping into a deep slumber.

Something freezing cold on my neck aroused me out of my sleep. Opening my eyes I saw an edhil standing over me with a blade to my throat.

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A/N: Like? Dislike? LOATHE WITH A VENGEANCE?

Anyway, to clarify:

Sindarin is a form of Elvish.

Eä is a synonym for Middle-Earth.

The Ainur are the Tolkien equivalent of angels.

The "Misty Mountain" song is from The Hobbit.

Arien and Tilion are the Maia (servants of the Valar) who were entrusted with the Sun and Moon to keep there course.

An edhil is an Elf.