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Chapter Nine
A Chilling Foresight

I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up in my room with the door locked for the night. Strange, but I kept thinking that you wouldn't need a locked door in Rivendell. Because the Fellowship members were all staying in separate chambers, there was little rooms left and the girls in my group were put in one big room, and the boys' room was down the hall.

I looked at my watch trying to figure out the time. It was no use. Because I jumped into the water, my new watch was permanently waterlogged. Sigh. It wouldn't work anymore. My cell was also not getting any service- I doubt Verizon goes into the LOTR dimensions.

Everyone was still asleep, so quietly I tiptoed out of the queen bed and peered out the open glass window. It seemed too dark outside. Near me, my friends were sleeping like peaceful rocks. Vanessa why are you such a light sleeper?

When I looked back out the window, instead of seeing the dark serene courtyard that was there I saw…death. Bodies of elves, men, dwarves, everything was littered, strewn on the floor in odd positions. Blood seeped from their mouths as they stared at you with open, dead blank eyes. I saw my friends too, all six of them lying on the cold stone floor, gashes covering them.

Even the fellowship was there- Boromir had Orc arrows stuck through his heart, Frodo and Sam had died together, Aragorn was decapitated, an ax was stuck in Gimli, Mithrandir's body was burnt, Merry and Pippin had been hung on a tree. That's when I saw Legolas' pale face last of all, his golden hair askew and blood flowing out of an urak-hai sword wound across his chest.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I was slapped across the face hard.

"Wake up!" Ordered Aleyna.

Reluctantly, I opened my burning eyes. It was all a dream.

"I had the worst nightmare ever- it was that everyone was dead, even the fellowship. I'm not getting up today." And I meant it. I reached for my satin mauveypink covers and threw them over my head trying to get the chills out.

"Ohh no, you've been in bed since you got here, you can't crap out now!" Interjected Lauren. Oh really? Watch me.

"Why not?" I've only seen the death and destruction of everyone in Middle Earth. But hey, why not?

First though, I needed to see the Fellowship to assure myself that my nightmare had not (partly) come true. I hauled myself out of the warm bed to the huge oak wardrobe.

"Can we use these clothes?" I asked them.
"Uh, huh." Answed Colyne.

On closer inspection, I saw they had our Elvish names scrolled on the wooden hangers.

My pint-sized friend had gotten a white cotton blouse with summer gold-green vest. Technically she didn't need to wear shoes, but Lauren was too proud to walk barefoot. That would mean accepting that she was a hobbit, which was something we all knew she wasn't ready to do. It was the hardest for her; even her bed was too big for her to sleep in.

Lauren used to just be a size 4 in shoe size, but her foot had grown to an 11! (Poor girl didn't even know what to do with her new feet.) So she stuffed leather open toe sandals on her feet and that was that. Her cheeks burned from the embarrassment of knowing we had witnessed her struggle. Lauren's pin straight black hair also has been getting kinky little waves in it, to her dismay. Without her beloved CHI straightner, she was left to (gasp!) put it in a messy bun on the side of her head.

Dressing for us was way easier. Colyne decided to wear her gown of dark blue silk. It had an A-line skirt and keyhole neckline, plus a braided leather belt.

Aleyna's dress was a soft, petal pink velvet. Its butterfly sleeves were short, and skirt long. Her belt was wrought gold and glimmered like her blonde hair. Truly, she looked in every way like a light Elf.

My new gown was a thin mint green, and had a sweetheart corset. The corset laced in the front and back with white ribbon. The long sleeves were see-through white. All of the taller ladies had matching slippers.

Aleyna slipped a white carnation in her sienna blonde hair, while Colyne put her hair in ponytails. I wanted to flaunt my pointed ears. I loved them! Wearing my hair down, I parted the hair in front of my ears and back.

I shared my makeup with my bff's and when we were done we all met the decked-out guys in the hallway conjunction that leads to our rooms.

Nick, of course looked sexy in his red and grey tunic. Mark wore a green-blue outfit and Bryan had on an ivory shirt with dark khaki trousers. He wore no shoes, but his always buzzed-cut red hair had actually began growing into an afro. They all were still wearing their jewelry I saw, just like the girls were.

Delilah, walked out of the girl's room last, wearing a sky blue dress that reminded me of robin eggs. She had modified it- laced it so that it was tighter in the front. This made the folds of unused fabric from the back skirt bunch up and gather below her waist. Plus, her corset was placed far too low. Unfortunately, it looked good- but not for this era.

"She looks like a hooker." Whispered Colyne (into my ear.) I nodded, and caught the looks of approval in my male friends' faces.

"Delilah, don't offend the elves hospitality by destroying their gowns. Pull your corset up." But she didn't, only laughed at me.

"You're just jealous that I danced with your Legolas."
I glowered.

"He's not mine. Never was." She rolled her bug-eyes back.

"Well duh. So stop trying so hard."

Just then, Mark put his arm around her, but she pushed him away. "Mark seriously, we're not together anymore!"

Woah, Wait, What? Miss Queen Bitch just dumped my ex?

We all looked shocked. But the look on Mark's face was the worst.

"What? But why? We were still going out when we got here!"

She just slid out of his second death grip hug and said teasingly,

"I'm movin' on." He was definitely gonna cry. I cleared my throat.

"So…I think today's the day the council meets."

"How do you know?" Nick questioned.

"I overheard Gimli boasting about it last night."

"Oh."

"Yeah...that dwarf loves his drink." Trust me, you DON'T want to know what he says when he's intoxicated.

We all walked to the Great Hall for some lembas and fruit. The hall wasn't empty, but bustling with Elvish people and gossip. My ears sharpened instantly. Every whisper, story, every secret was mine to hear. I tried to tune most of it out, because I feel sick every time I listen to it all at once.

The amusing hobbits Merry and Pippin were juggling golden apples as they told other people in broken Elvish how they got here, to Rivendell under the care of Aragorn, and the help of princess Arwen.

"What a beauty she was eh, Pip?"

"Yes indeed Merry, yes indeed." He nodded with his eyebrows raised. I could hear that from all the way across the hall! What a strange trick. I wish I could hear what Legolas was saying but he wasn't in the hall. It's not like he would look at me anyway, not with Delilah, Princess Arwen, lady in waiting Lily (supposedly his stalker) and even Aleyna. Now, my head began to throb again, as a flood of voices flooded back into my brain. I rested on the table.

"Uh…" Sensing I was ill, my friends doctored to me, giving me more wafer bread and fire-water.

"You're probably hungry." This was always their miracle cure. I laughed. Thankfully, the lembas bread made me feel much better. Despite the headache, I had to think clearly. Such a dilemma.

None of them knew I was a Fay- I just didn't know if it was safe enough to tell them or not. My wings were amazing- they folded back into my skin as easily as I would put in eye contacts. They were dragonfly shaped, thin and glimmery but strong. Something told me they would not get a welcome reception here, so I hide them at all times.

I had to sneak into the Council of Elrond today. But how? I could dress like a boy. Like Zelda's Sheik. But, that would be hard. And tacky. I'm just way too short to be a man. Think Vanessa think.

I needed to give them the One Ring; take it off my hands. I looked down at my hands. The scratches from the poisonous brambles were completely healed. Abnormally fast healing was definitely a good thing.

That's when I felt it- that sensation which all womenfolk are cursed with. I got up stiffly and walked like a tin-man to the washing room. Once inside, I removed my dress, and began washing and cursing being a girl all the while. What was I to do? I had nothing. And that Wal-Mart? Yeah, never found it. So I was just left to bleed out? Jk. In the end, I took a thick face cloth from the room and ripped it at the seams, turning it into 6 makeshift linings. Phew. Crisis Averted.

I wonder how Arwen deals with these female problems? Lol