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A/N: So, I got tired of doing 3rd person, so I am changing it back. I don't know why, I just did. : D

Thanks to the anonymous, and known reviewers, and favors:

Zollysealand: author of "This is Not a Musical'

Volenksa: (Happy Like a Celery) author of "Penguins and Polar Bears'

MeganJ:

Satin Skies and Velvet Nights: Author of "Reluctance"

Soxnknots33: Author of "Never Say Never"

Jane POV:

I was known on my first assignment as a warden of the woods, I was assigned under Haldir. I had finally passed the tests, bravery, skills, compassion, patience, and stealth. I was a soldier, protector of the elves, of course everyone eventually found out who I was, I decided I better tell them instead of having them think that I was a dreaded Mary-Sue.

I decided that it would be best to change my appearance to an elf it made things much easier. I was very surprised to know that my true hair color was actually red, blood red. And violet eyes, ironic huh? I looked creepy.

But every one else thought otherwise, I still did not believe him or her, for I was a Maia they had though every one to be nice. Apparently violet is common among the Ainur. I hate it.

We walked silently through the woods, with my bow hoisted onto my back, and my sword girded around my waist, and my hair brought up into a bun with the knives sticking out of it, and my elvish daggers slipped into my boots (well everything was elvish). I was ready.

We walked enjoying the peace of the air, when we heard people approaching the golden wood. "Into the trees." Haldir called. I immediately obeyed and swung up into the nearest tree with Nimrod, and sat with my bowstring pulled back to my lips, waiting as Haldir and the others crossed the Nimrodel.

We watched as a group of travelers approached, Nimrod motioned for me to be silent; we listened as they approached their breaths were quite loud, full of exhaustion. My breath caught when I realized who the travelers were. It was the fellowship; I looked at each of them in surprise, feeling very thankful that they were unable to see me.

I counted each one to, one, two, three- I paused where was my father, where was Gandalf? I shrugged off the thought, remembering how in the Hobbit, he would often leave the group. I sighed in relief, yet I was still perturbed that my father would leave so suddenly, especially at such a pivotal moment.

I watched ash they crossed and sat, and ate a little food; Legolas began telling them tales of Lothlorien that apparently the Elves of Mirkwood still loved. The company went silent, and Nimrod and I looked on curiously, he was examining the hobbits curiously, for he had never seen one. I wanted to giggle at the sight of his eyes bugging out of his eyes. It was very comical.

"Do you hear the voice of Nimrodel?" asked Legolas. "I will sing you a song of the maiden Nimrodel, who bore the same name as the stream beside which she lived long ago. It is a fair song in our woodland tongue; but this is hot it runs in the Westron Speech, as some in Rivendell now sing it" Then ever so softly he began to sing in so soft a voice that even the trees went quiet to listen to the clear call of his voice, he began:

An Elven-maid there was of old,

A shining star by day:

Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,

Her shoes of silver-grey.

A star was bound upon her brows,

A light was on her hair

As sun upon the golden boughs

In Lorien the fair.

Her hair was long, her limbs were white,

And fair she was and free;

And in the wind she went as light

As leaf of the linden-tree.

Beside the falls of Nimrodel,

By water clear and cool,

Her voice as falling silver fell

Into the shining pool.

Where now she wanders none can tell,

In sunlight or in shade;

For lost of yore was Nimrodel

And in the mountains strayed.

The elven-ship in haven grey

Beneath the mountain-lee

Awaited her for many a day

Beside the roaring sea.

A wind by night in Northern lands

Arose, and loud it cried,

And drove the ship from elven-strands

Across the streaming tide.

When dawn came dim the land was lost,

The mountains sinking grey

Beyond the heaving waves that tossed

Their plumes of blinding spray.

Amroth beheld the fading shore

Now low beyond the swell,

And cursed the faithless ship that bore

Him far from Nimrodel.

Of old he was an Elven-king,

A lord of tree and glen,

When golden were the boughs of in spring

In fair Lothlorien

From helm to sea they saw him leap,

As arrow from the string,

And dive into water deep,

As mew upon the wing.

The wind was in his flowing hair,

The foam about him shone;

Afar they saw him strong and fair

Go riding like a swan.

But from the West has come no word,

And on the Hither Shore

No tidings Elven-folk have heard

Of Amroth evermore.

Legolas faltered, the song ceased. I felt tears falling down my face; I lifted up my hand and wiped them away. I listened as Gimli and Legolas began arguing, typical. I stifled a laugh as they walked closer to our trees, and even closer to the full strength of the Nimrodel.

I nudged Nimrod who made a face at me, that quite resembled a deformed animal. We almost lost it chuckling when Haldir threw some very mean glares at us, which said 'I don't care if she is a Maia shut up!' We looked at each other, and made silent signs. And finally summoned up the strength to shift our current emotions away.

Legolas went over to the tree that Haldir and his brothers were in. He touched it, "I will climb up" Legolas said. "I am at home among trees, by root or bough, though these trees are of a kind strange to me, save as a name in song. Mellyrn they are called, and are those that bear the yellow blossom, but I have never climbed in one. I will see now what is their shape and way of growth." He finished looking as happy, or as some would say as giddy as a schoolboy.

Pippin just looked at it. "Whatever it may be," said Pippin, "they will ne marvelous trees indeed if they can offer any rest at night, except to birds. I cannot sleep on a perch!" He exclaimed, folding his arms and plopped onto the ground pouting.

Legolas just rolled his eyes. "Then dig a hole in the ground," Said Legolas, "if that is more after the fashion of your kind. But you must dig swift and deep, if you wish to hide from Orcs." Man he loves to argue.

Legolas sprang lightly, just like an elf, up from the ground and caught a branch that grew high above his head. Show off. I thought. As he was about to swing into the tree Haldir called out "Daro!" in a commanding tone.

Legolas looked like a scared fish and dropped out of the tree and stood with his back braced against it. "Stand still!" He whispered to everyone. "Do not move or speak." Sam who had been stooping down to get a leaf stopped moving with his back bent over, and his hand outstretched made for quite a hilarious scene.

We all began chuckling softly it was just so funny. I accidentally stabbed myself in the finger with my arrow causing the brothers in the other tree, to choke on their own laughter.

Haldir spoke to Legolas, in a sort of laughing way.

"Who are they, and what do they say?" asked Merry who looked very suspicious.

"They're Elves," Sam told him. "Can't you hear their voices?" he asked. He looked up dreamily at our trees, ah Sam and elves.

"Yes they are Elves," Legolas said; "and they say that you breathe so loud that they could shoot you in the dark." Sam hastily covered his mouth with his hand, looking very frightened. That did it for Nimrod and I who were several trees away to burst out laughing into our hands.

Legolas must have seen the fear in Sam's eyes for he put him to ease. "But they also say that you need have no fear. They have been aware of us for a long while. They heard my voice across the Nimrodel. And knew that I was one of their Northern kindred, and therefore they did not hinder our crossing; and afterwards they heard my song. Now they bid me climb with Frodo; for they seem to have had some tidings him and of our journey. The others they ask to wait a little, and to keep watch at the foot of the tree, until they have decided what is to be done." He said.

I laughed as he said that. "Why does everyone speak Jane Austin here?" I asked no one in particular. Nimrod looked at me strangely. "I believe you mean, 'why does everyone speak Silvan'." He said.

"Never mind." I rolled my eyes, and continued to watch.

"Whatever you say. You are just like my little girl." He said shaking his head. I had met his family they were amazing, his wife was really pretty, and his daughter was thirty, which is about the equivalent of a human teenager, and their son was the equivalent of a three year old.

We watched patiently as they lowered a ladder and everyone climbed up, after a while Haldir climbed down and came up to us. "A throng of orcs has been seen. Come." We looked at each other and hastily, and yet noiselessly swung down out of the tree. We went and jumped from tree, to tree until we saw the company. Haldir gritted his teeth as they crossed the Nimrodel.

"Never, never in all my life have I seen yrch here, and in the Nimrodel any least." He said quietly. Nimrod looked down. "Nimrodel was my, my sister. We were twins." He said slowly. "This angers me." I looked sadly at the two elves, and could feel the sadness coming from them.

Nimrod was her brother? Why? I felt pain inside my heart as I saw their feet dirty the clear, cool water. I wanted to shoot the dreaded orcs when he kicked water out, and around the stream. My heart broke at the sight of it. We watched carefully until they left, and slowly returned. Nimrod and I were sent across the Celebrant River, to wait for the morning.

I cried myself to sleep that night, why? Why? Sweet Lothlorien…