Again I don't own anything LOTR

This thought just occurred to me today so I wanted to make sure everyone understood me there is not going to be anything remotely concerning beastality in this fanfic none zipe nada because that's just gross

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning feeling groggy and smelling absolutely terrible. I stood up and walked over to a stream by the camp. It looked fairly deep with beautiful, clear water. Now this is getting back to nature. Without another thought I jumped in. The water was absolutely freezing, even with my thick fur, but I loved it anyway. After some good scrubbing, I managed to get the most of the dried blood out of my coat. The dark liquid floated lazily down the stream and away from me. Now my DNA will be all over Middle Earth… well at least a tiger's DNA. Splashing around and drinking up what I wished. Back on Earth I loved to swim when I could. Earth… I don't know how much time has passed, but I'm sure my entire family has heard that I was run over. They could be identifying my body for all I know. My train of thought was interrupted but the crunching of leaves by the bank.

There was Boromir in his full uniform again, with a water skin in his hand. Now that the sun was out I could tell his hair did have a reddish tint, not much, but it was still there. "Are you done splashing around so I can get some water?" I couldn't tell if he was being haughty or not, but I didn't care. Though I'm sure he was still having trouble believing what I had told him last night. It must seem so silly to him in the morning that he listened to a talking tiger. I had told him, point blank, everything that had happened to me up to that point. I even told him a little about my old world and how this was all just a story back home. I should've seen it coming, but I was still caught off guard when he asked what was going to happen in the future. I just shook my head and said I wanted to talk to Elrond or Gandalf first. I felt a little guilty, but I knew it wouldn't be a good idea. I could screw everything up, Sauron could win.

I got out of the stream and shook out my fur right beside Boromir for good measure. He immediately glared at me as I stuck up my nose and made my way back to the camp. As I came up upon the clearing, I noticed that the fire was still visible and Boromir's sleeping mat was still out. I doubt that I can help him pack without thumbs and I don't know if he still wants to use the fire. Then the call of nature hit me like a ton of bricks and I sped out of the clearing to relieve myself. Upon moving myself far enough away from the path I realized I didn't know how tigers, or cats for that matter, went to the bathroom. Dad why couldn't we have had a cat? was my last thought till I couldn't hold it in any longer. Ahhhhh… Well that was pretty easy. I'm glad tigers have adapted so that they don't spray themselves.

I walked back to camp to find Boromir almost ready to leave. The fire still hadn't been covered so I used my paw to scrap dirt onto the dead embers. Boromir only turned and nodded, then shouldered his pack and mounted his horse.

We walked in silence for a very long time. I'm not much of a talker on a good day, but I would have thought he would have talked. The path gradually got wider and the trees began to think out. More people come through here I guess. I could hear the birds up in the trees chattering away. Probably about me. Probably saying "I twat I taw a puddy tat!" The mere thought of cartoons made me think again about the home I had left behind. My family, all my friends… I'll never see them again. I hadn't even completed college yet.

We continued to walk and I continued to think about my home till Boromir jarred me out of my thoughts…

"We're not going to stop for a noon meal, We'll reach Rivendell soon enough," He informed me. "In the meantime," He glanced down at me, "What are you going to tell Elrond when you get there?"

"Nice try, but I'm not that naïve. I am not telling you anything about what could happen," I countered.

"Could happen?" He asked snobbishly, "You have read these books from this 'Tol-kin' and now you're saying you're not sure of what's going to happen?" Now I could definitely tell he was sneering down at me.

"All I'm saying is that the future could be changed because I am in existence here. Or maybe that's the reason why I am here," I concluded. Boromir snorted, last night he was very interested in the being that had taken me here. Thought it was a god of Middle Earth called a Valar. I had remembered vaguely the term being used when I was reading the books, but I had altogether forgotten about them. What else was going to happen that I couldn't remember? Did that Valar have an actual reason to bring me here?

The last couple hours dragged by till the trees disappeared entirely and we were suddenly on the cliff's edge gazing down into the Valley of the Elves. It was one of the most beautiful places that I had ever seen. Boromir noticed my wide eyes.

"Minas Tirith is even more wonderful than this when the first morning light strikes its glimmering walls." He said, his voice thick with his infamous pride. I almost rolled my eyes. "Though I suppose if you have never been there, then you could be overwhelmed by this." I kinda wish I would've found Legolas or Gimli to travel with. They would have been more entertaining.

We picked our way down along the spidery walkway as it opened up into a courtyard. Two parties had just arrived before us and were getting ready to go up into the rest of Rivendell when they turned to look at me and Boromir. They had been careful to stay well away from one another till they spotted us, then all hell broke loose. There I was, a giant cat standing beside a man on top of a horse. I guess I cannot fault the two parties for reacting as they did. One of the elf party drew an arrow faster than I could blink. It was literally all I could do to jump out of the way of the projectile. All three dwarves had their weapons in hand and were charging for me. Boromir jumped down of his horse, sword drawn and shield in hand, to meet them.

"Whhoaa, hold up there! I'm not here to eat you," I yelped just before the elves or dwarves could do any more damage. They looked even more alarmed now, but did not continue to attack. I eyed the warriors before me. Now that there wasn't any immediate danger I realized just who these warriors were. I guess it was a good thing I met Boromir rather than Gimli or Legolas. Before any party could say anything two more elves rushed into the courtyard to stand between Boromir and the dwarves.

"Enough, there is no reason fight here. These travelers are already known to Lord Elrond," one of them explained. "Come, both of you to your rooms."

One elf led us away from the courtyard and the distrustful people still there while the other took Boromir's horse. Boromir and the elf started to discuss something in a hushed voices, but I didn't care to listen in. It was only after their conversation seemed to be finished that I spoke.

"So… Elrond told you… we'd be coming?"

"Yes, Lord Elrond informed us that a human would be arriving with a large cat," He said, "Though we had no idea just how large you would be," he added. "We prepared you a nice place to stay… I didn't think about this before, but would you like to have your room close to Master Boromir?"

"No, it is fine with whatever room you have prepared," Boromir cut in before I could. I bristled at his use of words. I remembered when I was little, I had always thought that Boromir had to have been nice underneath, but now I was beginning to have doubts. But he was ready to fight those dwarves off… though they weren't going after him a small voice in the back of my mind said.

We walked down a couple of corridors and took a couple more turns till the elf stopped and opened the door on our right. "This will be your room, Miss errr…" the elf's smooth voice suddenly stumbled as he realized he had not been informed of my name.

"It's Elita and thank you," I smiled (Or tried to smiled, I'm a cat remember?) as the attendant left the door open and told Boromir to follow him. I looked around my new room. It was very airy with a large balcony and an extra large bed. It was a little small, but it would do.

"Who are you?" a inquisitive voice by the door asked. I turned around slowly as to not alarm my visitor, but still get a good look at who it was. I had to look down to see what looked like a little child. Then I saw his bare hairy feet, A hobbit I wonder which one this is? He looked like he was still in his normal shire attire, but that doesn't mean anything. I gave up guessing and asked.

"My name is Elita, and who are you?" I asked

"My name is Meriadoc Brandybuck, but it's really just Merry for short," He smiled at me like I wasn't some huge cat, but just any other person he had met on his travels.

"Are you not afraid of me?" I asked curiously. Merry just cocked his head at me.

"I suppose I should be, but I mean the elves gave you a room, so they trust you," he tried to explained, "So I just assumed I could too."

Then the onslaught of questions began. What exactly was I? How did I come to be here in Rivendell? Could he ride on my back? I told him I was called a tiger and that I had traveled with Boromir, which wasn't a complete lie. He pressed for more information, but to distract him I sat down so that he could get reach my back. He scrambled up without pulling out too much of my fur.

"Hey can I ride you over to my friends? I would be Meriadoc the Beast Tamer!" He said cheerfully as I stood up. He was so light that I barely could feel his added weight.

"As long as you lead the way, I have no idea where I'm going." Feeling Merry cling tightly to me I added, "And don't choke me, giant cats have to breathe too. Just hold onto the fur."

We exited the room and Merry provided excellent directions and we soon came into a very large open balcony. I noticed the other hobbits were sitting on some benches so I walked up to them.

"Hello my fellow hobbits! Look at the beast I just tamed!" Merry said theatrically while spreading his arms wide. I rolled my eyes and shook myself so that he was forced to hang on for dear life.

"A beast Sir? Tamed Sir? I think not," I laughed. Merry joined in and got off my back as I got back down onto my stomach. The other hobbits had finally gotten over their shocked and had decided to come over to me. What I assumed to be Frodo and Pippin came straight over, while Sam hung back a bit. I only assume because Sam looked a little bigger in girth than the other two hobbits. Not that I have a right to judge based on size.

Frodo and Pippin gave me a similar set of questions as Merry. I recognized that I wouldn't be able to shrug off the question of how I came to be here so instead I told them I should talk to Lord Elrond before I answered such a question.

"If you want to talk to Elrond, he's stilling in a meeting with Gandalf. You'll have to wait," Frodo said merryily. For a moment I felt so sad for this cheerful little hobbit, he had already endured so much to get here, but what would happen next would scar him for the rest of his life. I shook off this morbid thought and asked for the four hobbits to tell me about themselves. I already knew a little bit, but it's nice to hear stories from a different point of view. All four hobbits sat around with me and supplied enough information for several books.

As time passed Sam crept closer and closer to me like he was studying me. He still doesn't trust me.

"You know you could really help me out Sam if you would scratch my ear, I can't reach it easily," I stated, jarring Sam out of his daze. He laughed, then reached out his hand and started to scratch. Ahhhhhh so this is how a cat feels like I sighed.

The sky had started to darken, but just as I had lost hope of seeing Elrond tonight an elf came to me telling me to follow her. I got up, promised to see the hobbits later and went after the elf. We traveled back into the maze of corridors. I'll never be able to find my way around here I whined in my mind. We finally stopped at a doorway which the elf motioned me to go through. I did and found myself face to face with not only Elrond, but Gandalf too. I feel like I'm at the principles office. The grave looks on their faces disappeared as they invited me next to the fireplace and bade me to tell them how I came to be here. This is what I've been waiting for.

"I don't really belong in this world to start off with, I came…"

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