I woke up the next morning to Meledriel gently rocking my shoulder "Its time to wake up Hannah" she spoke softly. "Uhhh, what?" I said to her, painfully opening my eyes to the rays of light that splashed from the window.

I rubbed my face and sat up "Ohh I have to leave today" I said kind of disappointed. I still really wanted to stay here some more but I guess I couldn't, I had to go.

There was a knock on the door and I got out of bed to answer it I opened the door to see a familiar face "Arwen!" I said happily. I gave her a hug "good morning" I said to her with a croaked voice. I looked down at the clothes and boots she was carrying in her hands "I brought these for you since most of the dresses in your wardrobe wouldn't be put to much use in the wilderness" saying that she handed me the pile. "Thank you Arwen, you and your people have been very generous to me." I smiled at her and gave her another hug.

Meledriel and Arwen then walked out of the room and let me change. Once I was changed I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress was very similar in design to the one Arwen was wearing when she saved Frodo, but instead of grey It was a sort of mix of earthy colors. The dress was matched with a pair of light grey leather boots.

I smiled at my reflection and placed the other dress into my leather pack along with a pair of gloves.

I then walked around to try and find either Boromir or the hobbits to say goodbye. I then spotted Merry. "Merry!" I exclaimed ecstatically hugging him. "Do you know were the other hobbits are?" I asked him.

"No I don't right now.. are you leaving already so soon?" he asked frowning.

I then frowned myself "I am, I don't have much time either so I wanted to say a few quick goodbyes before I leave."

"That's a shame, if I knew where all the others are I would tell you" he remarked to me.

"Okay, just incase I don't find any of the others in time can you tell them good bye from me and to keep safe?" I asked him hopefully.

"Of course" he said smiling, after that I gave him another hug and said my farewells.

I then tried to look around for Boromir or the other hobbits but I couldn't seem to find any of them. Mopey, I headed back to the horse because I was on a tight schedule that has already been put back a bit from looking around for everyone.

Once I walked back to were my horse was Arwen was carrying another pack, but this one was filled with lembas bread and some essential stuff for the wilderness. I thanked her again and she helped me pack everything on my dotted white horse who I now named Dice.

I then mounted my horse "So this is it" I said with sadness. I didn't really know Arwen for that long but it still made me kind of sad to leave this place. It made me even more sad that I didn't say my proper farewells.

"Keep safe friend." she said to me, sad as well. Reluctantly I started my journey that would eventually lead me into Lolothorien. As 4 hours went by the forest and foliage started getting thicker and the path disappeared and well what do you know? I was lost.

I then stopped the horse and mounted off it to get a good look at the map and see if my surroundings can actually tell me where I am. I huffed as the wind was making it almost impossible to keep the map flat, I couldn't even see the damn thing properly.

"FUCK" I screamed out in frustration crumpling the map then stuffing it into one of the pockets of my pack. I would rather get lost temporarily then to loose my map to the wind. I ran my fingers through my hair and walked up and down trying to stay calm and compose myself. I can't believe that it wasn't even the second day yet and I had already snapped. I then started to panic and actually realized what I got myself into, at that moment a thousand and one scenarios played through my mind like a broken record and none of them were good. Lets just say most of them ended in some sort of horrible death, and unfortunately at the moment most of them seemed pretty realistic.I took a quick moment to get my self together and mounted my horse again. I just kept on going in the general direction of what I thought to be Lolothorian.

Two hours later the wind seemed to die down a bit so I took out the now crumpled and distressed map out of my pack and read it in anticipation. Luckily I was only a little bit of course but besides that I was going it the general right direction.

Nightfall came quicker that expected and I settled for camp on a little patch of grass near a small stream. After tying Dice up to one of the trees and starting the fire, with much difficulty I might add, I ate some of the Lembas bread and a few of the berries Arwen packed. I laid down on the grassy floor and supported my head on my scrunched up blanket.

I stared up at the massive black vast expanse that cloaked the earth like a giant blanket. I never really noticed how beautiful it truly is, I guess living in the city can rob you of things like this. I studied the thousands white balls of fire that scattered the night sky and smiled to myself. I wish I had someone with me right now to share it with.

People have said in the past that I am a very socially dependant person and get very emotionally attached easily. Almost to the point that I'd rather be in a horrible relationship than none at all. That's one of the things that have always held me back in life, I guess the very thought of being alone scares the shit out of me.

I then thought about Boromir and a unhappy sigh came out of my mouth. That was probably the last time I was going to see him back at Rivendell. Unless we somehow meet at Lolothorian. But that was uncertain. I sighed as the scene when he dies replays through my mind, I always cried at that scene. Then the thought came to my mind.. what happened if I had hinted to him to watch out? Or somehow stop the arrow from reaching him.. I have to admit the thought was a very tempting one.

But also a very dangerous thought, one that could change the whole entire plot and the effects and actions Boromir has on the story.

I then thought about how Boromir didn't see eye to eye at the start. I then laughed to myself about all the crazy antics I put poor Brommy through. But that dosen't mean I still don't care about him, I then realized that I was starting to get emotionally attached to fictional characters. I slapped my forehead and ran my hand down my face.

Leave it to me to do that right?

"What if they are real?"

I then started to comprehend that that fact might be very much true. I have to admit the time that I have been here I have been avoiding the reality of this situation Why was I actually here? And how did I get here for a matter of a fact?. I then pushed the questions out of my mind. It did no good for me getting to into those types of thoughts, I get too caught up in it. The thing that I needed to focus most on was getting to Galadriel right now.