After relishing a warm bath, the girl put on her pajamas and plopped down the rug in front of her TV. Luckily, her parents were away, so she could relish watching for hours on end. She looked at the cover of the CD. "Limited Edition Lord Of The Rings: The Return of the King", it said. Having read the books of this story far too many times, she was very familiar with it. She huffed and got annoyed with the mouthful title, but she opened up the case and put in the DVD into her player. She hit the Play button as she took a pillow and hugged it to her.

Immediately, a man with long blond hair, fair face, pointed ears and bright green eyes came into the screen. He smiled, and she couldn't help but smile back, because the man was rather handsome.

"Mae govannen (Well met!)!" the man said, "Legolas Tharanduilon i eneth nín. Man eneth lín?(I am Legolas Tharanduilon. What is your name?)"

The girl looked at the screen, not remembering this part of the movie, because her brother always watched it before with her. Must be an Interactive release of the movie, she though. "Eem Jeanna… Mára aurë, Legolas Tharanduilon. (I'm Jeanna… hello, Legolas Tharanduilon)."

The man chuckled, "Mára aurë, Jeanna. Pedich Edhellen? Pedich English? (Hello, Jeanna. Do you speak Elvish? Do you speak English?)"

"Both." Jenna said, "I learned Elvish from my brother."

"You must be very smart, to have learned the language of the Elves." Legolas said, but he frowned when he saw her eyes, which were still a little red, because she was crying in the bathroom during her bath, "Your eyes are pained. Man mathach? (What is wrong?)"

She couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Im ruthui. (I'm angry.)" She replied, "I had a very bad day today."

"Trenaro i narn (Tell your tale)..." Legolas said, as he moved and sat down a fallen tree trunk on the screen.

Jeanna ran a hand through her hair, as she started to speak, "There is this boy that I liked for so long, but he recently had a girlfriend." She sighed, "I guess I kept it hidden for so long, and I never had the courage to tell him. I guess it's my own fault that I hurt like this. I'm mad at myself for what happened."

Legolas looked at her, "I see, Henion (I understand)... I understand your situation. Sometimes, some words cannot be said so easily." He stood up from the trunk now and came forward, so that he had a close-up on the screen. "Anírach i dulu nín? (Do you want my help?)"

She laughed, "And what exactly can you do from the TV screen that can help me, Legolas?"

His eyes looked determined, "I can help you forget. I can help you forget the pain that feel now, and help you move on. I can help you with this hurt, Jeanna, but only if you want it."

She laughed again, but the determined look in Legolas' eyes made her quiet. Tears started to form in her eyes, "Can you really? Can you really help me forget, Legolas?"

He nodded, "Yes, I can."

Jeanna looked at him, and finally nodded, "Okay... Help me then... please."

It was Legolas now, who nodded, "Then put your hand on the screen, Jeanna, and keep your eyes closed. Your adventure begins."

She let go of her pillow and came close to the screen, placing her palm on it and closing her eyes. For a moment, nothing happened, and she thought about how silly she looked doing this.

Then suddenly, a warm hand took hers, and started pulling her in. The screen before her hand seemed to fade, and a sensation similar to plunging into water touched her skin. The feeling began to creep up to her wrist, her arm and her elbow. On instinct, she took in a deep breath, and soon, she felt herself plunging into the unknown.