I don't own The Lord of the Rings

Since I mention Harry Potter once in this chapter, I don't own that either.

My Elvish is a terrible translation, but in this passage it's some Quenya and I butchered and don't make fun.

Memories Erased

"You silly girl!" My company and I had just walked in minutes ago and Gandalf just began scorning Julia. Why you ask? Well, being the guy crazy woman my best friend is, she stopped and had a quick chat, mostly stare and drool over, Legolas Greenleaf. Legolas and she just happened to arrive at the same time. I'm at this point thinking; "Oh crap she saw "Leggy" first. Gandalf was not a happy camper at all about this little incident. Since it was a wee bit more important to get a dying Hobbit to, you know, the closest Jewish/Elvish Hospital possible. And she was headed in the right direction, but I think it was a given to avoid any detours. She had stumbled upon the detour of detours though. The most attractive blonde Elf the worlds have ever seen.

"But, but," Julia pleaded. "He's sooo hot!

"That is no excuse for wasting time with an important Hobbit on your hands." said Gandalf sternly.
"Because he's the Ring bearer," I blurted. "Ugh, Julia I know you at least know that. No drooling and riding."

"Renee, Quiet. Julia, she's right. Both of you follow me, please?"

"Don't hurt me, please!" exclaimed Julia.

"He's not going to, Julia. I know because I am aware he used the word please." I said, "so Shut-Up!"

"Now, do you two know why you are here?" asked Gandalf.

"No," we said together, "but," continued Julia, "would my cell phone get good reception out here?"

Gandalf quickly grabbed Julia's flower covered cell phone out of her outstretched arm. "I'll give it back to you later."

"Much later," I said in a mocking tone. Oh, tone. Like ring tone. Oh, goodness I'm full of these ongoing jokes in my head. Ring tone like Rings of Power.

"The two of you listen here." Gandalf began. "There is an abundance of possibilities to why you are here and now in this time and age. You must, shall I say, discover yourselves. I cannot do it for you." To tell you the truth when he was talking I wasn't paying attention. It would have made me a great deal less naive in the future, but at this point in the story my human was still wearing off.

"I'm 1318 years old and still kicking."

"Where were you thirteen years ago?"

"In my birth place of Lothlórien. That was the year I left Lothlórien to seek the beings more aware that time exsisted and interests were beyond trees and molding logs." I said for Julia's amusment, not my own.

She responded to me by saying, "Woohoo molding lawgs!"

I really knew that I had left Lothlórien to find myself. "Why do you ask?" I said to Gandalf.

"And Julia you know your Elvish identity too I'm sure." Gandalf said leaving my question.

"And I, my good wizard, am Julia daughter of Elladan, he is one of Arwen's brothers and twin to Elrohir and son of…"

"…Elrond. I think it is a tad useless to be giving this information." Said the Wizard who had been aware of the twins exsistence from the time they showed up in the world.

"Renee and I are Rivendell buddies. Oh, I am 1436 years old. My Elvish name is Nethwen, but I would really prefer to be called Julia since this is just a day trip I'm assuming." Gandalf was well aware we knew it wasn't a day trip at all. Julia wasn't as convinced in these new identities as I was. The thought struck me that maybe she found it un-cool. Adonneniel was me. No other name seemed acceptable in such a dignified setting.

"Excellent, everybody is clear minded," said Gandalf. The face I wore was as blank as newly bought computer paper. Julia's just looked as if she were about to ride a rollercoaster that had been ridden seven thousand times before. "There is one more piece of information you must be told." He scrunched up his forehead trying to find his words. He is usually someone who speaks very eloquently, and is always ready with what he is to say next. Yet, that day the wizard had trouble doing so. "It is quite a pleasure to meet you. This is all quite the puzzle isn't it?" he gave a soft sigh whether it was he was glad he said these words without jumbling our brains, or maybe he was afraid of something. The fact that a powerful wizard like Gandalf could not understand something was a frightening thought. "As Elflings, you both came as quite a surprise."

"I know," said Julia, "We were overly adorable little Elfs running around and screaming and drooling and . . . " She continued a long list of things toddlers would do.

"In Hobbiton, Bilbo would think this a most unwanted welcome, Gandalf?" I asked the question rhetorically knowing Gandalf had barged into Frodo's Uncle Bilbo's life most unwanted. Gandalf just smiled and nodded.

"Time will tell as we know from ages past. Passing of days exposes what's waiting." That was all the information that was handed to us. The information was lacking and the content minute in importance, but that's all there was to be given."

"You need a memory spell done to you." Gandalf said as Julia and I had a look of concern. The wee little Earthling girls had read too much Harry Potter knowing that spells can sometimes go terribly wrong. "You know more about Middle-earth than I myself do. It is not the most enlightening thing to go around to people slipping out their fates through the use of your tongues. No pain will come to you. You may feel slightly dizzy afterwards, though. Think of it as a head injury with just memory lost instead of the actual injury." Oh, how encouraging was that speech to the wee little Earthling girls.

The lights around us flicked and wind spread our hair as fingers would spread from the palm. Gandalf chanted, "Fëalókë Ëala, car vannë i nólë na tuv tendilë sa tenya. Nólë tulata as sanyë. Varya i híni car ho i lusta mer naw. Tegi hain ata mi annan ir thang."

After Gandalf was through with his magic I was seeing purple dots and felt slightly queasy, but besides that I was perfectly fine and dandy.

"The spell may not work perfectly," added Gandalf after Julia stopped drooling. (She had some pretty weird reactions to the "Memory-B-Gone-Spell.") "I have never used this spell. Well, possibly once or twice in my day. Whatever slips out, cover it up. Oh, you may recognize people without them introducing themselves to you. That's something I am quite sure of. Now, listen to me," he looked at us directly in the eye. "Do not let anything come to be that should not have been at all. Find your own paths that gently fit in with the others'."