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Chapter 3

Eyes flying open, I knew that any attempts at falling asleep again would be futile. Lying on my side, staring blankly into space, I wondered if I even wanted to return home. There was nothing for me there, my friends, my family, all dead. I allowed a few tears to escape my eyes in self-pity, and in remembrance of my loved ones.

It was still dark, and light would not breach the darkness for a few hours, Gandalf would most likely rise with the sun. Sitting up in bed I rolled my aching shoulders, I was still sore from the battle at Hogwarts. I guess even my newfound abilities would not help me there.

I tiptoed out of my "room" and sat in the common area reading about counters to dark spells. After an hour of reading my stomach began growl at me in protest. Sighing, I put down the book and went to go find a snack from my bag.

I know that I put some Jaffa cakes in there somewhere. I sat down at the table once again and munched at a few of the tasty treats while finishing off a chapter of the text. Closing the heavy book I let out a contented sigh, and laid my head on the table looking at the Jaffa cakes.

Were they really cakes or were they biscuits in disguise?

Sitting up and shaking my head at the absurdity of my thoughts I rose to go back to my room and change into something more decent than the pajamas I was currently sporting.

Before I made it back to my room Gandalf stepped out of his makeshift chamber and stopped. I looked over to him and raised an eyebrow silently inquiring what he needed. He looked up at me and then turned back around speedily walking back into his quarters muttering apologies. Realizing that this world must be more modest than mine, I let out a frustrated sigh and returned to my room to change.

I figured that jeans and a white tee-shirt would be sufficient. Apparently they were not. I did not see the problem with the ensemble; something about it being too "clingy". After many arguments about what was "appropriate" attire in Middle Earth we reached a compromise. I could wear clothes from my world only if I would wear a cloak over it when we neared Rivendell to avoid any possible culture clash.

We left our camp as the sun made its appearance. The journey was silent save for the birds in the trees with their annoying tweeting. I really needed to get some decent sleep. Tonight I was using some of my leftover dreamless sleep potion for sure.

"Gandalf?"

"Yes little one?" He answered.

"May ask you a question?" Frowning slightly at the endearment.

"You may ask two since you already used one." His lips turned up at the ends and his eyes twinkled. Damn he is just like the old coot.

I rolled my eyes about to ask my question when we heard the snapping of a branch from behind a rather large plant to our right.

We nodded to each other and walked over to the bush, prepared to attack. Gandalf pointed his staff at the bush and I put my hand out in front of me, hoping that I would be able to use wand less magic again. I could not keep calm, I looked to Gandalf nervously.

He gave me an assuring look and we stalked up to the offending shrubbery.

To my absolute horror I let out a blood curdling scream when the bush moved and it stepped out from the plant.

It was a baby fox.

I survived a war. I faced multiple death eaters. Withstood torture. Hell, I had even looked Voldemort straight in the eye. But stick a baby fox in front of me and I scream in terror. How embarrassing.

It was an adorable, fluffy, harmless, young fox.

Gandalf chuckled at my episode, and he wore a genuine smile. I looked up at him sheepishly, completely ashamed of my actions.

Great, now he most likely thinks of me as a pansy. Just awesome. Someone must really have it out for me up there.

Clearing his throat he composed himself and we headed to Rivendell.

I was beginning to trust the man more with each passing minute. He had an air about him that simply commanded authority. Even his demeanor screamed wisdom.

"You might want to put that cloak on now; we will reach the city soon."

I pulled out a long black cloak that reached my feet and put it over my shoulders and situated the hood so that it partially hid my face. We had decided that it was easier if no one knew my gender until after the group was picked to escort the ring to Mordor.

Gandalf had told me that he expected there to be many arguments about what to do with the ring, he did not want to deal with additional arguments over her gender.

The forest became more beautiful as we trudged on. The trees seemed alive, and a few times I could feel their energy reach out in what felt like attempts to communicate with me. Everything was at peace here.

Seeming to know what I was thinking Gandalf said, "The lands of elves have yet to be tarnished by the evil of Sauron."

I bobbed my head up and down keeping the hood down low enough to cover my nose. I hated the cloak. It was already a warm day; it felt too hot under the heavy cloth. However, I knew that wearing comfortable clothes would be worth it. I shuddered at the thought of having to don a dress. Smirking to myself, I thought of all the lovely shorts that I had in my magical bag. Take that chauvinist old man!

It was well after noon when we stopped by a stream to eat a small meal. Gandalf was amazed by the concept of packaged foods. I guess I could always make it rich on an energy bar company if there was no way to leave Middle Earth.

"Halt, go no further."

Instinctively I threw up a silvery shield I had read about this morning that could block many dark curses.

A small group of people stood up ahead with bows directed toward us.

They were elves. Well there goes my cover, now they know I am a magic user.

The elves were transfixed with the beautiful shimmering field I had placed in front of Gandalf and me. They murmured amongst themselves but had yet to lower their bows.

"Peace." Gandalf said, "It is I, Gandalf the Grey, Elrond has been expecting my arrival."

They nodded to him and lowered their bows. I looked over to Gandalf, and he signaled me to lower my shield. The elves led us to the city. The whole way I felt the eyes of the elves on my person. I was now thankful for the cloak, if only to hide myself from prying eyes.

The city was absolutely breathtaking. Waterfalls cascaded down the cliff faces, and pristine white buildings were gently nuzzled in the velvety green foliage. It was like a picture; it was simply too perfect to be real.

The elves led us to a large building and we stepped inside. The interior was more striking than I could have imagined. I decided that I liked Rivendell; it was peaceful here. Gandalf pulled me over to the side.

"The elves will show you to a room, speak to no one, and stay there until I come to collect you. I have an old friend to visit"

I nodded my head and walked off with one of the elves.

Elves were curious creatures indeed. They were tall and lithe, almost like a blade of grass swaying in the wind. The only thing about the race that I was coming to resent was how damn graceful they were. It just was not fair, every single one of them were gifted with the grace of a bloody gazelle, while I had the balance of a bumbling hippopotamus. He stopped in front of an elegant door and bowed his head slightly, which I reciprocated and entered alone.

I sat on the large bed and ran my hands over the sheets. They were so silky and smooth; I might actually look forward to sleeping if only there was a place to bathe. I stood up and took off my hood, but kept the cloak on.

I walked to an archway adjacent to the door I entered through and peeped inside.

My prayers have been answered!

A large bath sat in the simple, but tasteful room. I immediately ran the water and stripped off my clothes discarding them haphazardly on the ground. I grabbed my purse and pulled out my shampoo, conditioner and bath bubbles. I dumped a liberal amount of bubbles in and stepped into the bath. I washed my hair first so that I could just relax my sore and tired muscles in the warm, soothing water.

I must have missed the knock at the door because when I looked up I saw a rather shocked elf standing in the archway staring at me.

He was absolutely gorgeous! He had long blonde hair that I longed to run my fingers through, and strong facial features. He wore a green tunic that made his skin look more ethereal. His whole aura positively screamed noble, maybe even regal. However, his piercing blue eyes were comically bugging out of his head and this caused me to realize the predicament I was currently in.

I knew that he could not see my body because it was completely covered with the bubbles I had poured in, thank merlin for small miracles. What the hell, might as well have some fun, it's not like I will ever see this man again. Pfffft and Harry and Ron said I don't know how to have fun.

I grinned at him and raised an eyebrow expectantly.

"Well, are you going to stand there all day and gawk at me or are you going to tell me what you came here for?" I lifted my arm out of the water and rested my head on my hand leaning on the edge of the tub.

The man looked positively shaken.

Finally he composed himself and said, "I apologize my Lady, but the door was unlocked and you did not answer when I knocked."

I rolled my eyes and a shit eating smirk spread across my face as I got another idea.

I accioed a towel to myself and levitated it in front of me. I stepped out of the tub and wrapped the towel around myself. Looking back at the flustered elf I thought damn this is fun.

The elf was obviously not comfortable with talking to me in my current state so I took pity on him.

"Go into my room, I will change in here and then you can tell me your 'Oh so important' message."

Without another word the elf turned and walked quickly into my room.

I pulled on a tank top and a pair of shorts, but then realized that my current attire would help the problem. Sighing heavily I put on the cloak. I guess Gandalf was right, but I will never admit that to him. I dried my hair with a quick spell that would make my dark brown hair fall in perfect ringlets halfway down my back. I looked quickly in the mirror and walked into my room to speak to the handsome elf.

He was standing against the wall deep in thought.

"What is it that you needed to tell me?" I asked him.

He looked up at me and said, "I heard that Gandalf had a traveling companion that could use magic, so I came to seek you out."

I nodded and looked at him expectantly.

Before he could continue someone knocked at the door. I threw my hood over my head, as the blonde opened the door.

Gandalf walked in and looked surprisingly at the man. Soon his eyes left the blonde and turned to me. Not good, better start explaining. I took off the hood.

"He entered my room before I could put my hood on." I said. The elf looked relieved that I had chosen not to share the details of the scene he walked into. Gandalf nodded in understanding.

"Legolas, you are not to tell anyone of her identity." Gandalf told the elf. Legolas inclined his head toward me and Gandalf taking the command as his queue to leave.

Well, at least I will never see him again, because that would just be awkward.

Gandalf gave me a sharp look and motioned for me to put my hood up.

"Come, we have a meeting to attend."

I know it's a little O.C, but I couldn't resist having Legolas walk in on her bath.

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