A/N: Woooo! Feeling super excited about where I am with the story since I've finally gotten to a point where I can put in my most original work for the story and thanks sooooooo much for the reviews! I'm sorry for the wait, I wanted to make sure everything was perfect(not that it will ever be perfect)...Sowwy, hopefully the chapter makes up for it. Please continue to R&R

To Biku-sensei-sez-meow: I really appreciated your review, it made me super happy and I laughed out loud when I read it so I received some suspicious looks from my classmates. Teehee :P Sooo I spent a lot of time thinking about whether or not I wanted to have the OC know about LOTR but I'm hoping that with the ideas that I have in store, it won't seem lamé or too easy for the OC. Also I spent a long time mulling over the romance options so I'm happy to know that someone appreciates the variety, of course in later chapters I will have to choose :( but until then I look forward writing the scenes between them. I really strive to make the chapters long, I know how tough it can be waiting for a story to update.

IMPORTANT! To all readers: I have not officially chosen a romance option for my OC. I would love to know which of the three you like the most. Though the choice will ultimately be mine, I do value your opinion. I am also thinking about branching off the story at a certain point and then creating an alternate path and ending for Legolas, Boromir, and Aragorn. Let me know what you think, either through PM or reviews!


~Chapter Eight~

Rosa ran as fast as she could, she could not, would not let it catch her.

A dark blood curdling laughter rang out, "Run...run...run. Little...lost...one."

The light faded to darkness and an eerie silence set in. All Rosa could hear was her own labored breathing as she ran blindly through the darkness. Her bare feet slapped against the stone path beneath her, the sound of echoing footfalls behind her urged her forward, though she felt the sweat pouring down her aching body.

Suddenly they stopped.

"Rosa.."

It was barely louder than a whisper but she felt it's hot breath on her neck, when she turned around no one was there. She took a few nervous steps forward.

"Roooosaaaa..."

She jumped, as she felt a hand on her arm, but when she looked down what she saw was more of a claw then hand. It was a grey color, covered in thick black blood. The claws were sharp and dug into her skin, drawing blood. Rosa squeezed her eyes shut, and balled her fists. When she turned around to face the creature, no one was there.

When she stepped forward she found herself in an unfamiliar forest. The trees were tall and full of life, branching out in bright shades of green. Rosa stepped forward and felt the familiar crunch of leaves beneath her feet. She could see a small light glowing in the distance and moved towards it. As she got closer the light took on a different form, a woman in white. Rosa made her way towards the woman, reaching out to her.

"Do not be afraid, lost one. When morrow begins without you, the light," the woman raised her hand pointing towards her chest, "will show you the way."

Rosa looked down and saw a bright light glowing from the pendant around her neck, when she looked up the woman made of light seemed to glide away from her.

"Wait," she called out to it, "Stop! What does that mean?!"

The woman's form retreated into the small ball of light again.

As it began raining, Rosa ran faster trying to catch up to the light. The rain turned to fire, setting the trees alight, and the fire burned the trees to ash, until all that was left was the dead remains of the trees and the glowing light that kept moving further and further away from her. Rosa kept running until she reached the edge of the cliff and watched as the light descended into the foggy darkness that lay below. When she took a step back she felt the same large claws on her back, they shoved her forward, over the edge of the cliff.


Rosa bolted up, suddenly awake and panicked. She tried to calm her ragged breathing as she looked up to see Legolas turned towards her. His features betrayed nothing and he turned away from as her heartbeat evened out again.

Rosa ran her shaking hands through her hair and laid back down on her bedroll. She tossed and turned for what felt like hours until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over to see Legolas kneeling beside her, his pale hair seemed to almost glow in the moonlight. Her eyes locked with his and Rosa could see emotion inside them that she had never seen before.

"Uuma dela, you're safe with us. Quel kaima, nessaer." (Don't worry, you're safe with us. Sleep well, young one.)

Though she couldn't understand all of it she recognized the first two words, they were the same thing he had said to her when she felt afraid to ride the horse.

He gave her a tiny smile, "Sleep."

Rosa's heartbeat quickened at the sight of it, he was always stunning, but even more so now that he was smiling. His eyes portrayed more emotion than she had even thought the elf capable of, before he had always felt cold and apathetic, now she could feel the warmth and she didn't want it to go away.

Rosa rolled over to face him and returned the smile, "Thank you."

The seconds passed and Legolas stood, walking over to where Aragorn and Gandalf sat. Gandalf left as Legolas took over keeping watch. She watched Leoglas and Aragorn speak for awhile, her eyes shifting between them. I wonder how they met...

Rosa's mind was then filled with thoughts of young Aragorn and Legolas playing together how friends would back in her own world, she knew it was a silly thing to think of, knowing that Legolas was many hundreds of years older than Aragorn but she giggled at the thought nonetheless. As time passed on Rosa still couldn't fall back asleep, she rolled over. She didn't want to get up, she wanted to sleep but as she opened her eyes she saw that morning light still had not come.

"Are you kidding me?" she groaned to herself.

Rosa sat up and looked around, Legolas and Boromir had already traded off watch duty. Legolas was perched in a tree, unmoving, while Boromir stood on the other side of camp keeping watch. Rosa pulled a knee to her chest and rested her chin on her knee. The hobbits were sound asleep, all bundled up in a row. Rosa chuckled at the sight. She looked over at Gandalf, whose eyes were wide open, but he wasn't moving an inch, Is he sleeping with his eyes open?... thaaaat's super creepy.

Rosa didn't bother looking to see if Gimli was asleep, she could hear him snoring. When she turned to where Aragorn's bed roll was, she found it empty. Surprised, her eyes scanned the surroundings looking for him. Near the east end of the camp she saw his leaning against a tree trunk, smoking his pipe. Rosa leapt to her feet, and walked over to where he was, "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" she asked, bumping her shoulder against his arm.

"I could ask you the same."

"True, I couldn't fall back asleep," she said with a shrug.

"Nor could I. My mind is... elsewhere," he said solemnly. Rosa searched his eyes and found a familiar sadness, one that she had often seen staring back at her in the mirror.

"How did you meet her?" Rosa asked, hoping that the question wasn't too personal. His face grew sad, but then he smiled slightly, lost in the memories.

"After the death of my father, I was sent to live with my mother, in Rivendell. It was there that I met her, she was so beautiful I mistook her for Lúthien. I fell in love with her then, but I had to leave Imladris, it was not until thirty years later that I met her again in Lórien."

"I didn't speak with her much, but she seemed very nice." Rose smiled, he looked so happy when he thought of her. Her mind wandered to Jonathan. As her smile faded, it did not go unnoticed.

Aragorn watched her for a time, deciding whether or not he should as her about the name he had heard her call out in her sleep. It had been nearly two months since he had heard her call for him the first time and had heard her do so many times since then.

A silence settled between them. Rosa looked up at Aragorn, she could tell he was miles away. Instead of bothering him further she decided to sneak back to her bedroll.

"Rosalva," Aragorn called to her.

"You can call me Rosa," she said stopping. He nodded in acknowledgment.

"Who is Jonathan?"

Aragorn watched as she slowly turned back towards him, her eyes filled with a deep sadness that pierced his heart. Though she looked young, even compared to Boromir who was many years younger than Aragorn, he now knew that she had lived more in her short years than most could claim to. That sadness he had seen in many a widow's eyes, but never to such degree. Aragorn suddenly regretted asking her about it.

"Someone that I used to know." she said, before sulking away.

Rosa sat down and crossed her legs into the lotus pose, and opened up the 254 Librum Arcanum. She was more confused about the contents of the book then she had been before. She knew now that it was some sort of book of prophecies, or legends...or whatever...that were all traced back to the same person; a woman in white.

She was portrayed in three different ways: her hands outstretched towards a man in black at her feet, kneeling beneath a white tree, and standing tall with a bow in her hands. Her fingers traced the design, as much as she was frustrated with not figuring anything out, she had to admit that it was beautiful. Whoever had created the book obviously spent hours on each individual depiction alone.

"What does it all mean?" she asked herself.

"It speaks of a great man, some sort of ..healer? ...also tells of the coming of a woman; a savior of sorts, sent by the Valar." Rosa jumped so high the book fell out of her lap an onto the ground.

"Holy hell, Legolas! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"My apologies, I did not mean to scare you."

Rosa eyed him and his seemingly innocent face, "You just startled me..." She turned her attention back to the book, gently lifting it off the ground and inspecting it for any permanent damage. Finding none, she closed it and turned to Legolas.

He blinked at her. Rosa sighed, "Did you come over here for a reason?" She asked raising an eyebrow at him, "Other than to take ten years off my life.." she grumbled.

"I," he hesitated, seemingly embarrassed, "...heard you earlier and when you did not return to sleep... I... became curious. You," he cleared his throat, "That book, its elven, why are you trying to read it?"

Rosa stared at him in disbelief, "Your spidey-senses were tingling, so you decided to snoop on me?"

Legolas look morphed from a confused one to a look of indignation, "I did not snoop."

"Riiiight," she said looking him over, "so, do you know what it all means?" He sat beside her and looked through the pages. After an excruciatingly long moment of contemplation, Legolas raised his head from the book to answer he question.

"Yes...and no." Rosa's shoulders slumped.

"It is not all in the same language. This," he said, pointing to a section, "is written in Sindarin. The rest of it seems to be different languages, there is common tongue here and here. That," He pointed to a section that Rosa had not read yet, "is something I have never seen before."

"So then what does the Sindarin part say."

He scowled at the page, "It speaks of a man, he was a great healer from another world. They believed that he was a prophet of the Valar because he could bring men back from the brink of death; his skills far beyond that of any dwarf, man, or elf." He flipped through the pages looking for more that he could decipher, "Then it mentions the woman in white, shown there," he said pointed to the pictures, "And something about a path splitting in three."

Rosa leaned forward, her mind flashing to the woman in her dream. Could that be...?

When Rosa looked up she found Legolas' face just inches from hers. For a moment they stayed like this before pulling away. She looked into his pale blue eyes, everything about him seemed graceful and delicate but she knew that was not true. Maybe its an elf thing..

Rosa, feeling awkward, mumbled her thanks and put the book back in her bag.

"I've never been fond of prophesies, they hide their meanings in riddles and have never helped anyone. You would do well to leave this book alone." Legolas stood and returned to his perch, leaving Rosa staring after him.

They continued on their way, the day was a bit warmer than Rosa would have liked. She rolled up her sleeves, Vala had given her clothes to wear during her travels they were practical yet 'still becoming of a lady' or at least that's what Vala had told her. The fellowship had reached the foothills of the misty mountain and were now out in the open with nothing more than a few bushes to block their way. Rosa looked over to see that Gimli shared her sentiments of the weather and the amount of time that they had been walking. It didn't take much convincing for the rest of the fellowship to agree to a short break. Legolas wander off towards the edge of the group, using his heightened senses to keep a look out.

Sam quickly took to unpacking his bags and cooking. Rosa watched amused as Boromir practiced fighting with Merry and Pippin, Aragorn sat beside her, smoking his pipe.

"Good, very good," Boromir said, turning his attention to Pippin.

"Move your feet," Aragorn suggested.

"You look good, Pippin," Merry said, through a mouthful of bread.

"Thanks."

"Faster," Boromir commanded.

Aragorn turned his attention to Rosa, "You should be practicing too."

Rosa sighed, "Should I now?" She stood, drawing her blade and raised her eyebrow at Aragorn, giving him a challenging look. Before Aragorn could respond he heard a cry from Pippin.

"Sorry!"

Rosa looked over in time to see Pippin kick Boromir in the shin. Merry came to Pippins aid, "Get him!"

"For the Shire! Hold him, Hold him down, Merry!"

She laughed as the hobbits tackled him to the ground. Boromir collapsed into laughter, letting them fight him.

Aragorn stood from his spot, "Gentlemen, that's enough." As Aragorn reached forward to lift Merry and Pip off of Boromir he felt someone tap on his shoulder and he quickly turned to face them.

"Oh no you don't." Rosa said. She was preparing to fight Aragorn when the hobbits pulled his feet out from under him causing Aragorn to fall forward unto Rosa. They landed with a thud, Rosa pinned underneath Aragorn's weight.

"You've got my arm...argh... you've got my arm!"

Rosa felt the weight shift as Aragorn lifted his weight to his arms, still keeping her pinned underneath him.

"Looks like I win, again," he said with a smile. Rosa laughed at Aragorn, not hearing Sam say, "What is that?"

Rosa shifted her legs, "Not this time," she said and then flipped them so that she was on top. Rosa continued laughing at the look of surprise on Aragorn's face until their gaze locked and they realized how improper their position was. Rosa quickly scrambled to get off of him, mumbling an apology.

"Nothing, its a wisp of cloud." Gimli said.

Boromir was the last to stand, he looked out into the distance, "It's moving fast...against the wind."

"Crebain! From Dundland!" Legolas called out.

"Hide!" Aragorn yelled, running for his sword. Everyone ran for their packs in a frenzy. Boromir guided Merry and Pip towards a hiding spot, while Aragorn helped Frodo. Rosa dove into the underbrush and felt a branch tear at her shirt. Moments later Boromir climbed in behind her, pressing closely against her.

"Well, hi there," she whispered to him. His finger flew up to her mouth, "shhh.." he said gently. Rosa felt her heart hammer against her chest, and she squeezed her eyes shut when she heard the birds getting closer. Her hand, that was against Boromir's chest, grabbed onto his shirt, balling it up in her fist. Rosa eyes flew open in surprise as she felt Boromir's warm, calloused hand close over her own smaller one. Her eyes only left his when she heard the caws of the birds overhead. They both watched as the birds circled them and returned from whence they came.

"Spies of Saruman. The passage south is being watched."

"We must take the pass of Caradhras," Aragorn suggested.

Rosa nearly groaned aloud. This'll be fun...


"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if woodchuck could chuck wood?"

Frodo looked up at Rosa, "What's a woodchuck?"

Rosa laughed, "It's an animal."

Sam looked thoroughly confused, "How are we supposed to know how much wood it could chuck?"

Rosa laughed harder, "You aren't, it's a joke. A tongue twister."

"Why would someone want to twist their tongue?" Merry asked, nearly as confused as Sam was.

"You don't literally twist it. It's just a phrase that is hard to say without mixing up your words. A competition to see who can say it the fastest without mixing up their words. Do you want to try?"

The hobbits nodded their heads, all but Sam, who seemed content to walk with Brego and stay out of it.

Boromir shook his head at them, wanting nothing to do with their 'foolery'. Aragorn laughed at them all, taking the lead with Gandalf, while Legolas walked behind them, curious about the game, though he would never admit it.

"Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers," Rosa said slowly, with care.

Pippin laughed, "That's not too hard, Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers." He smiled at them triumphantly.

"Now say it five times fast."

"Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, Peter piper picked a pep of pipckled peppers, peter pecker pecked a pick of peckled pippers, peter piper picked a peck of pickled peckers." Merry and Pippin groaned, they couldn't do it.

Rosa had to grab her sides, they hurt so much from laughing at them trying it. Once she was able to catch her breath, she smiled at the hobbits.

"Want to try a knock knock joke?"

Rosa smiled at the hobbits, satisfied in helping them laugh a little. They had a long road ahead of them, each member of the fellowship knowing that the path they tread was a dangerous one, with the possibility of no return. She especially liked it when she made Frodo laugh, the further they were from Rivendell and the Shire, the more gloomy and sullen he looked.

Rosa was startled out of her musings as she realized, by colliding with Boromir's back, that the rest of the fellowship had stopped walking. He turned around to face her and Rosa took a generous step back, mouthing an apology. Though the two were getting along better, Rosa was sad to say that she didn't feel like she had achieved 'friend' status with Boromir, or anyone else for that matter. She could entertain the hobbits well enough, but they seemed content with being happy and friendly to any good soul that they met, especially ones willing to feed them. She watched as Boromir's eyes flicked over her, still unable to decipher the emotions held within. He turned away and made his way to the front of the group.

"We should gather firewood before we go any further." Boromir stated, knowing that we were not far from the snow covered mountains. Aragorn nodded in agreement.

"I volunteer as tribute!" Rosa shouted, running to catch up with Boromir and Aragorn as they walked further into the forest.

She stopped in front of them and saw the looks of utter confusion and horrified surprise on their faces, "I.. Uh.. I just meant that, I want to help... gather firewood... with you guys." They continued staring with eyebrows raised.

Rosa cleared her throat, Okay note to self, do not use obscure movie references when speaking to medieval warriors.

"Let's just go," she said passing between them and marching forward, not wanting to prolong the embarrassment.


Rosa violently kicked the rock in front of her. Then had been traveling for days and they were nearing the pass of Caradhras, but she knew that it would be a useless journey. Rosa played with the idea of telling Gandalf that the pass through the mountain wouldn't work. She didn't want to travel through all that cold for nothing but she didn't know if that would change the ending. Rosa kicked another rock. It flew through the air, nearly hitting a bird.

"Rosa, I believe it would be best, for you and for all unsuspecting creatures in the path of those rocks, if you ceased."

Rosa looked up to see Aragorn, she shifted uncomfortably and looked back down at the ground, reaching for another log.

"What is troubling you?" Aragorn asked her, he had noticed how her mood changed from a happy, energetic one, to a haunted, brooding look whenever she was away from others. He understood wanting to hide one's feelings but since it was such a drastic change he couldn't help but be concerned.

"Just worried about everyone, journey ahead and all." Rosa said with a noncommittal shrug. She tried to reason with herself that what she said wasn't a lie, she was worried, but more worried about the impact that she would have on it all. She had tried to brush off this feeling, to tell herself that she could change things for the better but she felt it, deep in her core, that something was going to go terribly wrong.

Aragorn nodded in understanding. "It is a heavy weight that is placed on our shoulders, no one can fault you for worrying, we all do," he said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Rosa smiled up at him, but didn't really feel any better about it. They kept walking through the forest, collecting logs and twigs until the three had their arms full.

Once they reached the camp they loaded the wood onto Brego's back, carefully wrapping it in one of the extra blankets. Rosa was already feeling the change in the weather from the nice, cool, sunny weather they had experienced in Rivendell to the now dull and dreary weather that was accompanied by the odd chilling wind.

"Well that ought to be enough to keep us mildly warm...or at least from freezing to death," Rosa said, placing her hands on her hips. She turned towards the rest of the group, "So, what now?"

"Now we rest," Aragorn said. It wasn't long before everyone followed suit. Rosa made her way over to Gandalf, "Do you mind if I bother you for a little while?"

"You're not a bother."

Rosa nodded and sat beside him. She spent the rest of her time talking to Gandalf before she slept. He was the only one in their group that knew that she came from a different world, even if that hadn't been the world that she belonged to. She spoke with him about everything from the people that she missed, the book she found, and learning of her Elvish side. It wasn't until Rosa told Gandalf of her most recent dream that he actually looked surprised. She watched Gandalf as he took on a thoughtful look.

Gandalf knew that what she spoke of was no mere dream. It wasn't uncommon for an elf to have gifts, whether it is foresight or something else, even a half-elf could have these gifts, but usually only those with strong lineage. This made Gandalf wonder who her mother could have been for her to have such gifts. When Gandalf turned to ask her if she knew anything of her mother, he found Rosa sound asleep. She looked peaceful just laying there, he was content to just let her rest where she was until he noticed that she wasn't moving. Her eyes did not flutter and her chest did not rise and fall in the calm rhythm that accompanied sleep. Her body had taken on an aura, one that made her look as though she were fading in and out of reality.


A/N: Wellllll wasn't that fun? I read through this chapter, I don't know how many times, tweaking things and adding little bits here and there...so I hope you enjoyed it! As always, please R&R. Thank you for reading :)