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I looked around in wonder and awe at all of the Elves, never having seen so many Elves in my life, nor imagined . . . even though I immediately realized one thing . . . I stuck out like a sore thumb. A big, green, looks- like-a-hammer-hit-it, kind of thumb.

A girl in leggings just seemed to catch a whole lot more attention than I would have though that it might. I stopped walking just as I saw a man try to dodge me, and I did the same, instinctively moving back a step. I blushed lightly as I saw who it was, conveniently forgetting his name. Out of them all, I recognized this guy.

Why?

I had no idea.

I thought about who he was for a second, or who I thought that he might be. I knew I'd seen his picture on posters and stuff before. That was all the knowledge that I really had of him, unfortunately.

I took another moment to notice that he had curly, deep brownish black hair that had some red and copper in it. Very unique colors for hair all mingled together, but somewhat bleached from the sun, and been combed to a silky perfection that managed to gleam in the warm, sun-shining hall. He also had hazel eyes that looked as though they could be very expressive.

"My Lady, why in all of Arda (Middle-Earth) are you wearing males clothing?" He asked, taking another look at my time inappropriate clothing.

I sighed. It just seemed to be my day, didn't it? I also couldn't help but feel a little bit shy. I'd been busy studying his face while he took me in.

Eeek!

"I'm not really from around here. I come, basically, from another world. In that world I'm used to wearing Jeans and stuff. Jeans being a different kind of leggings that vary in color, and are of somewhat harsher material." I explained, looking him over some as I spoke, thinking, 'Damn, he's hot,' I thought, and met his eyes again. 'But I'll bet anything, he's taken, too.' I thought in misery.

'Why me?'

"How are you from another world?" He asked doubtfully, but curiously.

Explaining it was a lot harder than I had thought it would be, and the only thing he really seemed to believe was when I told him about the Elf called Legolas found me, who had been on his merry way to Rivendell, to report his message from his homeland, Mirkwood.

I thought it was a pretty dour name, personally.

I think that he thought that I might have a head wound or something.

"So what's everyone reporting?" I asked, looking curiously at him, interested to learn of it.

He only smiled and shook his head. "I am sorry, but I cannot tell you any of this unless Lord Elrond bids it well to be said to you, I apologize, but that is how it is to be." He then paused and seemed to consider for a moment, and asked me, "Would you like to sit by me and some of my friends during dinner?"

"I would be pleased to. Can you tell me," I said to him, just as we began walking up to a table, "Why is it always up to Elrond? I mean, doesn't anybody else have any say in these kinds of matters?"

"It is up to him, because he is the Lord of the Last Homely House, one of the last safe havens in all of Middle-Earth for Elves. And as he is the Lord of this House, he has say of what it is that happens, and what does not happen, here. He has also called a council here that is to decide upon a large fate, though that is the most I can tell you. And even that is not something I share lightly."

We finally sat down as we reached the table, when a female spoke to the man who had led me to the table. "Ya naa tanya?" She asked him, and he said something else, and she nodded. I was confused.

"What did you guys just say?" I asked curiously. "It isn't important, I have only told her who you were in Elvish." Aragorn explained to me. I frowned at him. I looked to her, and raised an eyebrow at her as well.

"Don't you know it's not polite to speak other languages in front of people who don't know the language that your speaking?"

I received the burning end of the glare she gave me. I had the urge to yell at her for it. I'm not even sure as to why, but I did. I looked to the food and began to dish myself up some food, before I could say something stupid.

Only occasionally was I unpreoccupied enough as I ate, to ask Aragorn a few questions at a time, and was surprised to learn that this woman was, in fact, Arwen . . .

She had looked so different in the new dress that I hadn't even realized who she was. But why had she asked who I was? Did she think that I was a compulsive liar and gave a different name to everyone I'd met here? I suddenly understood why Dwarves and Elves got along so badly . . . if all of the Elves all thought that of the Dwarves as well, then Hell, I'd join them if that were so.

I'd even follow them back to their place of coming and be in better company. Elves, or at least this one, was simply too suspicious and expected to see and or hear things that weren't there, and or weren't true. Or so I suspected. But maybe I was just being suspicious. Maybe I was just being weird.

I hoped so.

After I was finished with my dinner, I found that I had been so busy thinking to myself and about how Arwen was acting that I had seemed completely and totally immersed in my own world, though I remembered everything that they had said, English or not.

"Did you hear what we had last asked you, Jessica?"

I looked over to Aragorn and nodded. He had asked about where I was from and if I knew why I was here. "I don't know why I'm here. And it's strange, I think, that I'm here at all, thought not bad. As for your other question, I can't really explain to you what my world is like, not accurately, anyway. I apologize. But earlier when you were talking about the Hobbits . . . pray tell me, what are Hobbits? You seem to think goodly of them."

-~Aragorn~-

Aragorn smiled lightly to himself. This girl, wherever she had come from, was a lot more observant than she had let on when he had first seen her, talking to the Dwarf Gimli.

"Hobbits are halflings, and yes, I do think goodly of them. I brought them here with the help of Asfolath, Celeborne's ((SP?)) horse, and Celeborne himself, when Frodo needed bringing sooner than we could give him."

He took a drink of his wine before standing. Both Arwen and Jessica looked at him simultaneously.

"Where are you going, Aragorn?" Jessica asked curiously.

"Just to speak with Legolas. Do not worry, I will come back soon."

"Aragorn?" Jessica said, Aragorn sighed and vowed not to come back if this kept up.

"Yes, Jessica?" He asked in a slightly exasperated voice.

"Could you tell Legolas to please stop putting me with everyone he knows and running off the second he does it? I like his friends and all, but he's not a very good host when he does that."

Maybe it was the way she said it, maybe it was because he wanted to see the face Legolas made when he told him that Jessica thought that he was afraid of her, and was, in addition, being a bad host to top it off. Maybe it was because it made him want to laugh good and hard. He walked off after giving a genuine grin and nodding, walking off to find Legolas.

-~Jessica~-

I watched him go and wondered if he would really tell Legolas that. I smiled slightly at the thought of a pissed off Legolas. Now don't get me wrong, I liked him, but to an extent, he drove me crackers. I mean, the last time I had seen him he'd startled me so badly that I'd practically left my skin behind, and hardly kept the bones!

I smiled inwardly to myself, and stood, excusing myself from the now mostly silent table, and went forward, to the doors. Opening them, I stepped out, breathing in the fresh air and welcoming the soft smell of the many, distant flowers about the place. It relaxed me, and without the pollutants that Earth had, I could even smell the grass.

It was a good feeling, and a lonely one. I thought about what I had experienced at the table and smirked. Apparently Aragorn was the one at the table that made the whole dinner thing fun . . .

I remembered Aragorn calling these guys Elves. I'd have to remember that. After all, I didn't want some one, particularly a picky Elf to get rowdy if I called him/her a guy or something.

Who knew?

I leaned lightly against the white, alabaster colored balcony wall, and watched as the sun sank down in the distant sky, and softened the worlds light, making the sky turn red and blue, there was purple, rouge, orange, and more colors than that. The stars began to peek through the darkening sky as she watched, and time lost all of its potency.

I leaned my head back as a breath of purple wound around the darkening sunset, against the stone pillar behind myself, but jumped when I heard a noise to the left, and turned to look and see whom it was, and freezing when I saw that it was someone that I didn't know.

Sure.

I knew that Rivendell was safe, I just wasn't so sure about its occupants. How could I be? I was new to the whole scene, and shadow people popping out of nowhere, kind of set me on my edge.

He wore a white and gold ensemble that covered him; the sleeves dipped lowly, opening on the top of the wrist, and hanging down low on the bottom. ((Imagine a regular shirts sleeve with a little more room at the end, like the seventies shirt. Ask your parent's; they'll know what I mean.)) The gold was laced in lacy patterns over his arms and shoulders, nearly joining in the middle of his chest, only to leave off in the middle and train gaily down the sides, dripping some delicate gold thread that glittered in the light of a torch that had been lit while I wasn't looking.

His leggings were also white, and he had the gentlest light brown eyes that seemed to catch all light available, or so it seemed. She glanced at his light brown hair, and saw that it too seemed to glimmer. Who was he? He was drop dead gorgeous, but I had to remember my caution. Sometimes, regretfully, the package was deceiving.

"Who are you?"

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