Okay so I'm just warning you all that from this chapter on there might be a legomance starting. I know it's corny, but it's my story and I can do whatever I want. Sticks tongue out at reader

I ran to my room and threw myself onto my bed. I sobbed for what seemed like hours, and then I rolled over and studied my surroundings. When I first got here I thought everything was so beautiful. The walls were a very pale green that sparkled just like the doors wherever the sun fell on them, making me feel like I was in a fairyland. There were no windows, only a big space missing from the farthest wall, beyond which was a balcony, made of the same stone the palace was made of, as were the floors. There was a scarlet rug with golden figures of elves and men and goblins, scenes of forests and glimmering cities. In our world, it would've been priceless, not only because of how beautiful it was, but the pictures started to move if you stared at them long enough! The bed was circular shaped with a golden comforter and the softest white sheets, pillows and mattress. Over it, hanging from the ceiling, was a thin filmy white cloth that sparkled like, well, like everything in the room. Even the gold and white marble vanity near the boors and the gold and marble wardrobe seemed to sparkle. I could try to describe more about it but it wouldn't matter because the most incredible thing about the room wasn't how pretty it was, but the way you felt inside it, like it was your own little place in time and nothing could hurt you. Basically, you would have to be in my place right now to know exactly the feeling that this room gave you. Not anymore, though. Now I was filled with hate for everything around me. I wanted to burn the entire room, no the entire city! I started to cry again and didn't look up until I heard a knock on my open doors. Gandalf stood in my doorway, looking quite sympathetic.

"May I come in?" he asked hesitantly.

I let out a short laugh and started to cry again. "Whatever I don't care. It's not like it's my house, or my room, or my own freaking universe."

Gandalf came in and pulled up my vanity chair. He sat in it slowly and laid his walking stick against the wall. He waited until I stopped crying.

"Child," he said gently, " You do not need to be frightened."

"Really? I'm no warrior. I'm afraid of the tiniest little things. I can't stand walking for days in harsh weather and I'm totally clumsy! Why the hell shouldn't I be worried? The man is sending me to my death!" I screamed.

"Do you really think he would do that? Do you really think he would send you along with us if he thought you wouldn't make it?" he asked as if I were a five-year-old who was too scared to go to the dentist.

"Umm let me think…YES!" Did Gandalf really think she would be able to make it more than three days out there? Gandalf watched her intently before replying. He seemed to do that a lot. Think first, talk later. Observe who and what you're speaking to before you make the commitment of maybe actually talking to somebody and getting to know them. In my world that is exactly why I don't have friends. Of course, since I've been here, I've had no problem saying whatever the hell is on my mind.

"None of us really believe we have the strength or courage to do this. We are all afraid of what may happen to us on the journey to Mordor and we are afraid of what may happen if we fail. But the Fellowship was chosen wisely and everyone will do his or her part trying to help protect the ring until the time comes when it must be destroyed. Lord Elrond obviously thinks that you have yet to play a role in the ring's return to Mount Doom, and that is why you are coming with us."

"All the world is a stage and we all play a part," I whispered. I never actually thought something from drama class would actually relate to me. Gandalf was confused but he chose not to respond to that.

"We leave February, when it will be warmer out and we do not stand a chance of freezing to death," Gandalf said as he stood up. He smiled at me and tipped his tall pointed hat. "Good day to you, milady."

"Bye Gandalf. Thanks."

He left the room just as Rana was coming in. She had my clothes from yesterday all washed.

" 'Quel re, Lena." She was beaming and I had no idea what she could possibly be so happy about, but I soon found out when she set my clothes on top of the vanity, and then stood in front of the wardrobe. She waited for a minute, I guess to build my suspense or something, but I honestly didn't have time for this, but she motioned for me to stay and pulled open the wardrobe. While I had been at the Council she had put four dresses into the wardrobe, all my size. She even had corsets for each one. I picked out a long lavender gown. The sleeves were long and wide, but the dress fitted my entire upper body, although it looked like I was really going to have to suck it in if I wanted to get into the dress. I noticed the silver corset and thought about how sad it was when you were 100 pounds and you still had to suck in whatever gut you have just to fit into a dress. The neckline went across and not V-neck, and it was cut dangerously low that if I'd been bigger than a B cup I would've been in danger of knocking out anyone within five feet. It was gorgeous.

"Oh wow it's so pretty! Thanks Rana maybe I'll tell them to put me in this dress for my funeral!" I said sarcastically. She had no idea what I'd said and clapped her hands excitedly. She probably thought I was ecstatic about it, and I didn't have the heart to tell her that I officially hated anything to do with Middle Earth. I looked at her. Rana was such a good friend. We couldn't understand each other most of the time, but we you didn't need to talk to people like Rana. Just being around them was enough.

"Diola lle," I said.

"Lle creoso," she replied. She threw her head back and laughed, then walked out of the room. I looked through the rest of the dresses. One was white with a periwinkle vest/corset that went over it. The other was pink and looked heavier than the others, making me think that it was a winter robe most likely. And then I saw an outfit that wasn't a dress. It was a white, long-sleeved shirt. It came with dark blue tights and a light blue vest. It was all very form fitting and there were white boots that came up to my knees. Elvish clothes for the journey to Mordor. They were very nice and looked a lot less hazardous than the gowns with the long trains which I could easily trip over, and probably would, given the fact that I'm only graceful when I'm in my dance clothes. Take away my dance shoes, and it's like dumping a three year old without floaters into the deep end of the swimming pool. I quickly put on the Elvish outfit and looked at myself in the mirror. It still didn't look quite right so I pulled my hair half back like the elves here did. Much better. The blue and white looked very good on me, bringing out my dark complexion that I had inherited from my Italian father, but my strawberry blonde curls were all my mother's doing. The only thing I didn't inherit from either of them were my eyes, gray with flecks of blue and silver in them. I've never seen anyone with eyes like mine and I'm very proud of that. I walked out the door. For once, Glorfindel wasn't standing guard, probably embarrassed about earlier. The person I saw standing outside my door was Aragorn.

"You realize you are the fourth person to come visit me since this morning," I told him.

"I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you earlier. It was not right and I understand that you are quite upset about the Council and I should not have made you even more upset," he said quietly, hanging his head.

"It's all right," I said smiling, "I had actually forgotten about that. I'm more upset that I haven to be traveling with Borimir. You I could handle. But journeying with Borimir just might drive me to shoved one of Legolas' arrows through my back." He laughed at that and looked down the hall. Arwen was coming out of one of the rooms. They looked at each other for a long moment, and then she walked away.

"Are you going to miss her?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied, still staring at where she had been standing, "very much." He seemed to snap out of it and bowed to me. "Good day, milady."

"'Quel re, Aragorn," I bowed back. I straightened up and smiled very proud of myself. Aragorn smiled back and headed off towards the hallways that Arwen had disappeared into. I decided to find Glorfindel, but when I found him the other elves smirked and started teasing Glorfindel in Elvish, calling "lirimaer" the entire time. I decided to put the poor guy out of his misery and said a quick goodbye. I decided to just stay in my room. Pippin passed me on the way and asked if I would watch him while he practiced his sword fighting with Aragorn, but I told him I was tired and I would watch him tomorrow. I also passed Legolas with two other evles. He stopped when he saw me and so did i. He looked me up and down and smiled at my elvish attire.

"Quel esta, lady Lena," he said with a gracious bow, eyes still on me.

"Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye, Heru en amin," I bowed back, and headed to my room.