Author's Note: Legolas will not be appearing for about two or three chapters so forget about it ok? Now The Fellowship of the Ring starts to come into the story. I will try my best to go with the book version with as much I can remember, but if I mess up, please don't flame me. If I get to a place where I'm not certain what goes on next I will go with the movie version. Sorry!

Forgive me for this being late, obivously none of you were too concerned as you didn't send me an evil email, threatening my life. This story has a few more chapters, then I will end it and start working on the sequel. The entire series will be three stories long, and so it will be a trilogy. So don't get mad when I don't write for a while!

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Chapter Twelve: New Adventures

Two and a Half Years Later

As soon as Aragorn and I left Rivendell, my worries had faded away like wisps of fog on a summer morning. Everything that I had been contemplating, didn't seem as important anymore, all I knew to be important wasn't, I finally felt freedom.

The best part about me leaving was the fact that I felt not guilty at all. I hadn't snuck out in the middle of the night like I had planned on doing if Legolas wouldn't allow me to go, he had let me. All I had to do was ask. After all that worring I had done for nothing. He understood completely that I wanted to figure out what I wanted without him breathing down my neck, or at least he pretended.

I can't forget the look that was in his eyes that day he had asked me if I really wanted to go with Aragorn, he was sad to see me go, yet he looked like he was trying to hide it. That was the last time I saw him and I hoped it wouldn't be my last.

Over the past two and a half years, I have learned many things from Aragorn. I think the most important thing that I learned was, that I never wanted to be around Orcs again. But of course, now that I am a Ranger, that is impossible. Everytime you travel nowadays, there's always the threat of Orcs.

I've got a lot of peace out of my travels, though, not only have I learned important nature skills, but I have also learned more about my past. I haven't yet decided what I was going to do with Legolas, but I was willing to try to be a queen.

Aragorn, I think, was trying to find some kind of relief while he was out with me. I wondered many times if it had anything to do with him being king. I would ask but everytime I did he wouldn't answer me, just like every other guy, too much pride.

I think the worst thing about my travels with Aragorn was when we would stop in a town for the night and then the old men would look at me with more than getting acqainted on their minds. They would walk over, drunk as a monkey, and then try to get me to fornicate with them, I of course, just laughed. Then Aragorn would step in and tell them to stay away or he would cut out their tounge, you know, the usual thing, and then they would run out the door and not come back.

But as I approached the newest pub on our trip I knew that once I walked into it, my life would change drastically, I just felt it in my gut. Gandalf had met up with Aragorn and I earlier that month and told us that four Hobbits were on their way here, and that we were to take charge of them. I had quickly agreed, because I love the short people, but Aragorn was less eager about escorting Hobbits to Rivendell.

We entered the "The Prancing Pony" and all eyes, automatically, trained themselves on us. Well I know why they were looking so strangely at us, since we both had our hoods on our cloaks up, no one could see our face unless they were right in front of us. Aragorn walked up to the man standing behind the counter and asked for a room for two, (No this wasn't becasue we were going to sleep together, this was because one would take watch while the other would sleep. Perverts!). The man, later I found out his name was Barliman Betterbur, he was about as good as the rest of the men in the room with us.

We walked up to our room and I droped the pack off that was weighing down my back. I looked around at my surrounding area and grimaced with disgust. This was supposed to be an Inn? I've slept on cleaner rocks.

Aragorn glanced out the window and made sure that we weren't being followed. It was really creepy to think that people would have nothing else better to do than to follow Rangers around. As soon as he turned around my stomach started to growl, it must've been all the food smells drifting up through the hallways to the room, that called to my belly.

"I guess you're hungry then," Aragorn smirked.

"Oh, shut up," I pouted. I hadn't had anything to eat all day. Aragorn had ate the rest of the Lembas bread that the Woodelves had given us, this morning. "Can I just get something to eat?"

"Well our little friends should be arriving soon. Oh wait a minute, I think I see them coming now." I raced over to the window and tried to peer out and see if any part of a Hobbit was visible over the gate, there wasn't.

I looked over at my compainion and glared at the playfullness I saw in his eyes. I really didn't understand why Aragorn kept playing tricks on me like that...maybe he thinks it's fun for me to be gullible. I slapped him hard on the shoulder and walked out the door, the food smell drifting from the downstairs was making my stomach growl once more.

I hadn't planned on going back downstairs among the men, but my hunger prevailed. Thankfully Aragorn followed me from our room and together we sat at a table in a dark corner. As soon as we had sat down to relax Aragorn had lit his pipe and was puffing away like a locomotive.

"Do you have to do that every chance you get?" I asked disgusted.

"Of course... you don't mind do you?" He paused while asking.

"Never," I said sarcastically.

"Good then I will resume." He answered.

Just as he put the pipe in his mouth, Barliman Betterbur appeared ready for us to order our meal. And as quick as he had appeared he had disappeared among the crowd of drunken men.

"So, when are they going to get here?" I asked suddenly, after a long silence.

"Who?" He asked.

"The Hobbits." I whispered, even though it was unnecessary over the sound in the room.

"Gandalf said that they were to arrive this evening. So they should appear anytime now."

Butterbur appeared shortly with our meal and once again left without a word, like he was afraid. Well that is the normal reaction we recieve from strangers, even elves. They think that we were sent to rob them and burn their houses, they are even more shocked when we act polite and civilized.

Since I am the only female Ranger, they fear me even more. Women are supposed to be alloft and dainty, while I am rougish and rough. You should hear the way the men talk about me, with their wantings and cravings, "behind" my back. Too bad for them that I can hear them whisper their longings about me. I sometimes have Aragorn play my husband and scare them.

Ain't I mean?

Just as we had finished our meal and the table cleared, the four Hobbits finally showed up. They walked over to the bartender and we watched amused as Butterbur looked around for them. I could tell it wasn't often for Butterbur to get midget customers, like them.

After giving a fake name, they were given rooms, a meal, and were soon drinking ale like water. They were soooo adorable! I want one! One of the more serious looking ones was playing with something around his neck, obivosuly this was the leader of their little group. Two of the more rambunctious ones were sitting at the bar drinking with the normal customers.

The leader was still sitting at the table with his servant, I figured, looking more worried by the moment. He was staring at the table with the utmost intrest, then all of a sudden he jumped up and ran over to the Hobbits at the bar. One of them turned around and spilled some drink which the one running slipped on.

The funny thing about him slipping and falling, was that he disappeared in a flash. Aragorn must have been watching the little man, as I had, because he gasped when he disappeared. Aragorn rose out of his seat, grabbed the Hobbit by the collar and headed to our room.

As soon as the other Half-men realized their compainion was missing they quickly gathered their wits and raced after my brother. Just to see what would happen next, I snuck up behind them and waited for them to make their move against the future king. I had to hold back many attempts at laughing at their small frames trying to be brave.

The wee men threw open the door and pointed their mini swords at Aragorn. Aragorn by this time was having a heart-to-heart with the Hobbit, he had kidnapped.

"Hey Aragorn, be easy on him," I shouted through the door as I walked past the Hobbits. I threw back my hood, to let the little light that was in the room land on my face, to let the Hobbits know that I wasn't planning on hurting them.

"Wh-who a-are y-you t-two?" The sandy blond haired Hobbit up front finally asked.

"The name's Strider, my compainion's name is Amaris." Aragorn answered the one I figured to be Sam.

"What do y-you want with Frodo?" Asked the blond in the back.

"We were sent by Gandalf to help you on your mission to Rivendell." Aragorn answered. "What are your names?"

The brunette that hadn't said anything yet, spoke for the whole group, "My name's Peregrin Took," He smiled at me, "But you can call me Pippin," He pointed to the blond beside him, "This is my cousin Meriadoc Brandybuck-"

Meriadoc smiled at me and said, "You can call me Merry."

Sam rolled his eyes and said, "My name's Samwise Gamgee, everyone calls me Sam, and this is my master, Mr. Frodo Baggins."

We all looked over at Frodo and was surprised to see that he was staring out the window, like he was expecting something to appear. Sam had broken him out of his reivere when he asked if everything was alright.

Frodo turned around and stared out at us beneath lowered lids, "I'm just a little tired from today's events, I just need some rest, that's all." He walked to the door but turned around. "Is it alright if we sleep in our own room tonight?" He asked Aragorn.

"Absolutely not, it's out of the question. After that excitement you caused downstairs it's a wonder the Ringwraths haven't attacked yet. You will stay here with us tonight, in the morning we will leave."

The Hobbits understood the gravity of the situation and hurried to get their belongings from the room they had rented. I was shocked at how much room they took up on the bed when they went to sleep. They were tiny, then they were huge. Good thing Aragorn slept first, other wise I would have been afraid I would crush them.

I sat in the chair by the fireplace and stared out the window, pondering what I was going to do when I got to Rivendell. Elrond had given me three years to decide, but I hadn't really thought about it since he reminded me of it a month or so ago, when we were there visiting.

It's really hard for me to imagine being an elf, let alone being a princess. This just popped out of no where and I needed time to adjust to being in Middle Earth before someone just shouted out, hey you're an elf princess. I mean, I have come to a sense of believing that I am actually in Middle Earth, so now it's time to think like a princess, if that was what I really wanted...

Do I want to be with Legolas? I had tried to prevent myself of thinking about him, but alas it doesn't work very well when I go to sleep and all I dream about is the hurt look in his eyes the day I left him. I also think I have dreamed about my past with him.

I have had certain dreams of us running through fields together, rinding horses together, him teaching me things about war and other stuff I haven't seen before. I even had a dream of us making love, his hands were tender and smooth as they rubbed across my skin.

I shivered as I was shaken out of my daze. I looked over to see Aragorn standing beside me looking slightly worried. He must've not been able to sleep as well as he thought he could at the end of a bed filled with Hobbits.

"Are you ready to switch?" He asked almost begging me to sleep with his eyes. I nodded and whispered a 'thanks' before I crawled on the end of the bed like an old dog.

As I closed my eyes the famaliar scent of tobacco filled my senses and a angleic voice softly begin to sing "Tall ships and Tall Kings". I drifted off to sleep and once more a face filled my vision that would haunt my dreams forever.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed. Don't worry I will work on the next chapter after I get done with this one. Once again sorry for the delay. I have a bunch of stuff going on for our upcoming Formal Inspection for JROTC. If you have any comments that may help me with this please let me know!

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