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Jane: You are strange

Me: You finally noticed. On with the story;)

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I woke up to the sun, and smiled, I rolled over, and yawned today would be great! I bounded out of bed ready to face a new day, I breathed in the air. I walked over to the wardrobe and fished out a blue dress, and a new under dress. And slipped them on, and reached in and found some brown boots and slipped them on my feet today was my first riding lesson and I intended to ride out to farewell the twins as they had asked me. I smiled remembering last night; I couldn't wait to see what they looked like. I pulled my hair into a bun, and spiked the leftover hair around the bun.

Pleased with my appearance I walked out, and made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed a plate and piled it high with fruits, sausage, and angel food cake. Grabbing some utensils, and a napkin and glass full of wine. I sat down next to Arwen who was smiling. I put the drink to my lips when I heard three bloods curdling yells one after another. I spat out my drink landing it on Lindir's face. He looked at me, and laughed. "First clothes, and now spitting at people what dear Jane shall you do next?" He joked. I take it back I have another friend in Lindir. "I just hope-" He was cut off by three angry ellyn bursting in red faced and upset. Everyone went silent.

Elrohir and Legolas stomped over to Glorfindel, Erestor, and Lindir. "I know you did this I look like a Noldo!" Legolas exclaimed, holding out a strand of brown hair.

I jumped in "What's so wrong with brown hair?" I asked innocently, I swear he looks just like Orlando.

"Yes, what is wrong with it my dear prince?" asked Aragorn who sat next to Arwen, and winked at the two of us. Elrohir looked at me in fury. "Legolas she did it!" He pointed looking just like a two year old. In other circumstances I would have looked down in shame. But I just laughed. "Are you sure that you are not Legolas, that blond hair looks very becoming on you." Arwen smiling. She was siding with me, for a moment I was worried that she would become the movie Arwen and ditch me. I smiled.

He fumed. "I look like a Vanya!" he yelled. "A very good looking one too." I muttered. Oops, I forgot the elven hearing. He walked over to me and fumed. "You will regret this." He said and walked out of the room followed by a very angry prince, and Elladan who smiled at me as she walked out. As if he didn't mind. I looked at him curiously but he just shrugged and left.

I looked at Arwen we burst out laughing and could not contain it, Lindir, and everyone else joined in. I am beginning to think that this could be classified as an epidemic.

I was summoned to Elrond's office later that day. Erestor escorted me there; I swallowed as I walked in. I honestly had no idea what to expect. I knew that most likely he would be very upset. I took a deep breath before walking in.

My father was standing by the window, and Elrond was sitting down reading through some papers. He motioned for me to sit down, "Erestor you may leave." He said without looking up. I was wrong he was not just upset with me he was beyond upset.

After Erestor walked out and shut the door. Elrond looked up through those large eyebrows of his. I looked down and felt my cheeks flush. "Sorry Lord Elrond." I muttered.

"You should be." He said sternly. "What would convince you to commit such and act? I congratulate you." He said his stern face transforming into a smile. I looked up in complete shock. I was not expecting that answer. He liked it?

My facial expression must have been quite comical because he looked at me and laughed, not only him but Gandalf as well. "I thought that you would be angry with me." I said, my meek side taking over.

"Why would we be angry with you my child?" asked my father.

"I don't know. They dye." I shrugged.

"Mithril, we have been being terrorized by those three and this will teach them a good lesson. But, what surprises me the most is that Arwen joined in. She has not made many friends since returning to Rivendell, she was always to shy. But, unfortunately she still persists in being numbered with the Dunedain." He said with a sad look coming over his smile like a mask, covering his face.

I knew what he was thinking; it must be hard for him to lose his only daughter to mortality. It made me wonder how my mother felt losing me. What was she like; the only memories I had of her were brief, very brief.

"Jane. Jane!" Gandalf said loudly. I snapped out of it. "Sorry just thinking." I apologized, and I meant it. My father looked at me. And I shrugged as if to say 'what?'

"Jane we leave tomorrow. Be ready." He said. With that I stood up and walked out looking back once before I shut the door. I was leaving tomorrow.