Chapter Nine

The floor creaked under the Wizard's weight as he entered the room. Idhrenor and Berenor rose to their feet in reverence to their guest. He was a few inches shorter than the rangers and dressed in grey robes. In one hand he held a long brown wooden staff and in the other a blue pointed hat. His hair was long and grey with a long beard to match. The sound of rain drumming against the window filled the room. Suddenly a flash of light shone through followed by the rumble of thunder.

"It would seem you have arrived just in time to avoid the rain Gandalf", Berenor said.

"A wizard always arrives precisely when he means to", Gandalf responded lightly in jest.

"That he does." Idhrenor agreed, smiling warmly at the wizard in greeting.

There were two knocks on the door and all but Gandalf looked in it's direction. Gandalf's eyes roamed around the room only to stop on the bed near the window where Andie slept. Remlas cautiously answered the door. It was Mrs. Butterbur and her son delivering enough food and drinks for them all. Gandalf smiled at the woman and boy and thanked them kindly.

"Will there be anything else you will be needing?" She asked politely.

"That would be all." Gandalf replied.

Setting down the food and drinks on the table, Mrs. Butterbur ushered her son out of the room before exiting out herself. The door closed and with a faint click it was locked. Gandalf immediately turned to Idhrenor while leaning on his staff.

"I am told there is someone in need of my aid and that you see it pertinent that we meet. Why is this?" Gandalf inquired, sending a curious glance at Andie.

Looking behind him, Idhrenor followed Gandalf's gaze. "It is this woman. I know not where she is from nor the language that she speaks. All I was able to learn is that she is lost and searching for her home. I traveled with her for two days now and Gandalf there is much that troubles me. I suspect her to wield magic though she bore no ill will towards me. She had even allowed me to wield it myself."

"And how came you by this woman?"

"We were on the path to Bree when we came upon a merchant being robbed. One had gotten away and I alone laid chase. The bandit ran into the Barrow-Downs and I would have followed but, dusk was approaching fast and I knew of what lingered in the shadows. I made camp just off the path and later in the night is when I heard a scream. I would have thought it to have belong to the bandit but it was far too feminine and I could not understand the words spoken."

"Is this when you found her?"

"Yes. A Barrow-wight had her in it's grasp. It was dragging her into it's tomb when I had arrived. I threw my torch at the wight in an attempt to make it release her but, it burned instead. Does not only the light of the sun kill such creatures? And what's more, she seemed not under any enchantment from the wight either. After the Wight burned she loss consciousness. She was having trouble breathing and so I brought her to my camp and treated her ailment with Athelas."

"Is she wounded?

"No. Other than her trouble breathing and a few bruises, she was fine. When approaching her and the wight I saw her fighting it with a light of pure white and poorly may I add"

"A light you say?" Gandalf said while stroking his beard, contemplating.

"Aye. The light came from a object in her hand." He said, walking to Andie's bag.

He fished out her phone and held it out for Gandalf to see. Gandalf's bushy eyebrows rose up in bewilderment, never had he seen the likes of such a thing in all his years. Placing his staff and hat aside, he then took the phone from Idhrenor with great care. He turned it in his hand as Idhrenor explained what Andie had showed him of the device.

"The light shone from here." He said pointing at the back of the phone.

"There were paintings. Some still and others that moved with life in them! I am not sure how she conjured such visions. I only learned this from her." He continued on, pressing the power button. The screen lit up and the image of the worn down fortress appeared.

"She showed me visions of her home and what I saw was not of any settlement of men or kingdom from these lands. Everything about her is strange and unknown. She carries many strange things other than this magic lantern. It also became a necessity to obtain her proper clothing for the garments she wears are peculiar and somewhat inappropriate. For these reasons I have kept her hidden until we could seek your council."

Gandalf hummed in understanding while examining the object in his hand. He turned it over one last time as he thought over his next move. There was much to consider about this woman. She was foreign and lost. She was in possession of a item unknown to them that is said to wield power according to Idhrenor. He looked to her once more and could see she resembled a mortal woman from the short distance.

"A mortal with magic..." he mumbled to himself in deep thought.

"Gandalf?" Remlas called out.

"I will need a moment to think upon this." Gandalf said.

"Shall I show you the rest of her belongings? It doesn't sit well with me to go through her things with her unawares but, I feel as if we are left with no choice if we are to determine who she is and if she is a threat." Idhrenor added.

"Yes. It may be a breach of trust on our part but, I'm afraid I must agree with you. I do not know what this object is or the power that you spoke of to create such a light. These moving paintings you speak of, visions as you put it, trouble me as well. There are few with these abilities and only one that I would trust when concerning such sight." Gandalf answered.

Idhrenor brought Andie's bag over to the table and emptied out its contents for Gandalf to inspect. He looked over to Andie, his gaze lingering on her for a moment, and saw her sleeping soundly. He turned his attention back on the wizard and watched as Gandalf looked through each item. There was a grim expression on his face and Idhrenor wondered what this meant of Andie. Was she a foe? Dangerous? Quickly glancing her way again Idhrenor couldn't shake his impression of her. Surely she was not a threat. He thought of his experiences with her and then of Gandalf's musings. He pushed aside his assumptions and reminded himself to await the wizard's assessment. After all, he is only a man while Gandalf held wisdom beyond any mortal's years. He and his fellow rangers waited patiently for Gandalf's opinion, each busying themselves with a small task.

Remlas continued to inspect his daggers absentmindedly. He too reflected on Gandalf's words. The lass appeared to be harmless in his opinion, helpless even. Were it not for her belongings and Idhrenor's concerns he would have written her off as a unfortunate woman in need of help. If she was someone with nefarious intent wouldn't it be wise to not draw attention to yourself? According to Idhrenor the lass stuck out like a sore thumb. He observed her interactions with the dwarves. He noticed how she stared them down with curiosity. He saw her embarrassment when caught and her wordless apology that was filled with kindness and respect. The notion of a human being amicable towards a dwarf here in Bree was uncommon if not almost unheard of.

Then there was the question of what race she belonged to. She looked human but held a few characteristics that suggested otherwise. Similar to Idhrenor, he reasoned that she was merely short for their race and nothing more. Perhaps Gandalf would address this as well. He did not forget the positive effect she had on Idhrenor. He and Berenor had their fun teasing him on this matter but, truth be told they both were glad to see their friend open up a bit.

Berenor sat on the bed nearest to the door with his pipe in hand. He took several short puffs and exhaled out the smoke. He was the most serious of the group and did not take to strange unknown things or people very well. During their meal earlier in the day he watched Andie carefully. Her demeanor towards both Remlas and himself wasn't entirely fearful but, he could see how nervous she felt towards them. He noticed how comfortable both Idhrenor and Andie seemed to be with each other. It surprised him to see Idhrenor drink from the lass' mug so freely and for Andie to offer him the remaining of her ale without a second thought. He never knew Idhrenor to share a drink with anyone unless it was of dire need which was a rare occurrence.

Idhrenor was not one to entertain or interact with others more than necessary, especially with women. It was nice to see his comrade smile and laugh, it had been years since he last saw him in such high spirits. The small change may be lost on others but to Berenor and Remlas it was clear to see for they were all practically brothers. They would follow each other into the end of time with no hesitation. It did not matter that blood did not connect them, the bond forged between them was strong and made them family.

Gandalf's grim expression worried Berenor. He reminded himself not to assume to know the wizard's thoughts. His impression of Andie was not entirely negative. She was peculiar and skittish. To him she was a gentle little thing, despite her punching Idhrenor for laughing at her expense. It was his comrade's suspicion that kept him wary of her more than he normally would be with a newcomer. It was a difficult feat to earn Berenor's trust as it was something he did not give lightly or freely. He was conflicted with his opinion of the woman. The way Idhrenor laughed and jested with her was a long awaited and welcomed sight.

The day Idhrenor's heart hardened and closed off to all but them was painful for them to bear. Years had passed since then and Berenor and Remlas worried Idhrenor would never heal from such wounds. Then this woman appears and they were granted a glimpse at the friend they once knew. How could one who brought out the light in their brother be anything but good? Berenor's gaze fell on Andie and he watched her sleep. He took another puff from his pipe as he continued to brood.

"I think it wise to return her belongings before she wakes. Does she trust you?" Gandalf asked Idhrenor. There was a brief pause. Did she trust him?

"I think so...she tends to remain by my side when nervous. We've had some misunderstandings but was able to clear things up." Idhrenor answered.

"Misunderstandings?" Gandalf inquired. Idhrenor rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. He did not wish to go into detail about the misunderstandings. He knew he would not hear the end of it from his friends. But there was no helping it, to get answers he had to share this information. It was his duty to protect and he would not fail his responsibilities to escape embarrassment.

"I was wary of the magic lantern... She and I only briefly spoke before making way to Bree. Some time had passed and neither one of us had spoken since breaking camp. I saw her handling the object and immediately readied myself... She saw my sword and began to cry. There was fear in her eyes and she demanded I leave. She feared me same as the Barrow-Wight. I saw my error and corrected myself with an apology, one I hope she would understand. I knelt before her and cast aside my weapon and in response she did the same. She kneeled the same as me and cast aside her magic. It was then that we seemed to have an understanding... though there were a few times boundaries were overstepped on both our parts." Idhrenor explained.

"Yes...Yes she trusts me to an extent."

"And the others?"

"She is most comfortable with Idhrenor from what I saw. She has yet to spend much time with us. As Idhrenor said, she stays at his side. She shied away from Berenor and I", Remlas answered.

"Before I share my thoughts with you I must first confirm my suspicions. I ask for your patience while I speak with her. If I am correct in my assumptions then we must tread carefully from this moment on. It is not my intention to be so foreboding but tame your expressions. She must not know our thoughts and we must treat her same as one who is innocent." Gandalf advised.

Idhrenor returned her belongings back to where she had left them. Only her phone remained on the table near Gandalf. If this was to be believed to be the source of her power then they would only return it after they determined her friend or foe. Gandalf saw nothing else dangerous among her belongings. Peculiar yes, but harmful they were not. Gandalf motioned for Idhrenor to wake her and the ranger obeyed. He walked over to where she slept and hovered over her. Studying her for a moment he noticed her face slightly scrunched up and could hear her mumbling. Her hand was gripping his cloak tight and her head shifted to the side sharply. Was she having a nightmare?

"Andie", he called to her. She did not wake.

"Andie", he called again, the volume of his voice raised a bit.

Idhrenor spoke her name once more and shook her shoulder lightly this time. The response he was met with shocked all in the room. A loud smack sounded and the foreign word for no accompanied it. Idhrenor froze with his hand covering his cheek, his eyes wide in disbelief. There was no doubt that his comrades shared his expression or Gandalf either for that matter. At the sound of the offense Berenor had sat up in his bed while Remlas stood immediately from his seat, both ready any confrontation.

Andie blinked hard through sleepy eyes and upon realizing what she had done gasped loudly. She instantly grabbed Idhrenor's face without thinking and checked where she hit him. He grunted at being pulled at and listened to her repeate the same foreign words over and over again. Her eyebrows wrinkled together and she caressed his cheek while she apologized repeatedly. Idhrenor's expression quickly turned into one of annoyance and he grabbed both her wrists in a firm grip. He released himself from her hold and stood up pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Andie. Get up." He said sharply.

Andie did not understand the order but, sat up in the bed nonetheless. She reached out for him but, only grasped air when he moved away from her. The redness that shone on his cheek worried her. She felt guilty to have hurt him so. She was not aware of the others in the room observing the scene she caused and Andie was tired of Idhrenor's stubbornness when it came to her helping him. So she quickly rose to her knees, grabbed his shirt tightly, and pulled him down to her level.

"Andie!" Idhrenor shouted incredulously.

"Shh!" She shushed him.

She tried to examine his face but, was met with resistance as Idhrenor fought to push her away. Their arugement was interrupted by a loud "AHEM" and both froze in place. Andie looked across the room and was mortified to see other staring at them. Her face turned a deep red and she felt heat emanating from her cheeks. Idhrenor's annoyance only grew when seeing the smirks on Berenor's and Remlas' faces. He could hear the stifled laughter from them and could only glare in their direction. It did not help that Gandalf too was smiling. Looking back at Andie, he firmly guided her off the bed and onto her feet making sure to peel her hands off him in the process.

"Andie. Gandalf." He informed her while gesturing to the old man.

Andie looked over to the old man questioningly. His apparel made her uneasy. Why was everyone dressed in such a way?! She glanced at Berenor and Remlas. Their faces were now visible to her with their hoods down. Both men were similar to Idhrenor in their rugged appearance and dark hair. Berenor was much broader than Idhrenor and had a goatee. His black hair reached his shoulders and there was a scar on his left eyebrow. Remlas on the other hand was more lean and had a beard much similar to Idhrenor. It was short and well maintained. His long dark brown hair was straight and kept tidily back with two small braids at both sides of his temple. There was another flash of light followed by a loud rumble and it made Andie jump. She quickly glanced at the window to see the pouring storm outside. She then looked to the old man and then to Idhrenor.

"Gandalf?" She asked him nervously.

Idhrenor shook his head in the affirmative and nudged her in the wizard's direction. Her feet shuffled as he continued to push her closer to the others. She shoved Idhrenor's hands away when they reached the table and chairs.

Remlas smiled warmly at her as he stepped aside, offering her his seat.

"Mea Domina", he said kindly to her, gesturing to the chair politely.

She smiled back at him in kind and only sat when the others did. Being alone in a room with four men she did not know made her extremely uncomfortable. She kept glancing at Idhrenor for reassurance and it did not go unnoticed by all in the room. Gandalf broke the silence by introducing himself but the words flew over her head. It was a beautiful language. The words rolled off his tongue and sounded almost musical, different than what shes heard Idhrenor speak. She remained silent with a look of confusion displayed on her face.

Then the language changed. There was a pause and then the old man would speak again in different sounding tongues, repeating this a couple more times. Andie did not understand a word. Any hope she had of receiving help from this Gandalf was diminishing fast. How could he help her if she could not understand him? Sighing to herself, Andie saw her phone on the table and sat up instantly in the chair.

"Is that my phone?" She asked upset.

Did she not put it away in her bag before she slept? No, she was most certain that she did. This meant they had been through her bag. Forgetting the language conflict between them, Andie confronted Idhrenor.

"Did you go through my things?!" She fumed.

She reached for her phone only for it to be snatched away by Idhrenor. A look of betrayal was painted across her face, her mouth opening in shock. Was this some kind of joke? It didn't make sense. Remlas was so polite to her a few moments ago. If this was a joke she did not appreciate it at all. Her mind then began to think catastrophically. What if this wasn't a joke? What if this was his intention? To hurt her among his companions. She wasn't safe after all...

"Was this you're plan?" She asked him, fighting the knot forming in her throat.

"How could you?!" She accused him.

"Pax Andie", Idhrenor soothed.

She glanced quickly at Remlas and Berenor surveying their distance from her. She scanned the room for her bag and found it near the foot of the bed. It was too far for her to grab. She would have to leave it behind. All her things could be replaced, her life could not. Her breathing had quicken and her chest tighten with anxiety. It was fear that kept her seated but, thankfully a flash of lightning and a roar of thunder pulled her out of her seat. She ran as fast as she could to the door, all the while avoiding Idhrenor's and Remlas' grasp. She gripped the doorknob, turned it and pulled... and much to her dismay it was locked.

That was it. Panic had settled deep in her and she pulled adamantly at the doorknob, tears welling up in her eyes. How could she be so stupid?! She knew better than to trust anyone. A rough hand covered her mouth before she could muster a scream for help. Her fight response kick in as soon as an arm wrapped around her waist. She bit down hard on the hand silencing her, resulting in a shout from it's owner. The arm around her waist did not relent, instead it held her tighter against a solid frame.

"Andie! Pax!" Idhrenor begged.

Remlas wrapped another arm around her, engulfing her in a bear hug. He ignored the pain radiating from his hand and rushed Idhrenor to calm her. She attempted to stomp on his foot but, she was no match for this seasoned warrior. Idhrenor cupped her face securely in his hands and looked directly in her eyes. Tears stained her face and red splotches decorated her cheeks and neck. She thought about kicking Idhrenor but his close proximity wouldn't allow it. She would only be able to knee him but with their height difference it wouldn't inflict any pain on him anyway.

"Andie..."

She ceased fighting only to stare back into his steel grey eyes. For a moment there was a feeling, one she could not explain. It was as if it was speaking to her, whatever it was. It told her to wait and listen. This feeling reverberated through her entire being. Wait and listen, wait and listen, wait and listen. What is that?! She stood still in Remlas' hold and sobbed. Wait for what? She shook her head to be free from Idhrenor's hands but, he wouldn't let go. Her breath was shaky and her lip trembled. Idhrenor wiped away her tears and gently brushed his fingers against the stress hives forming on her skin.

"dimiserunt eam mane", he ordered Remlas.

Remlas quirked an eyebrow at him. He slowly released Andie and she squirmed away from his arms. She sobbed quietly with her face still in Idhrenor's hands. She placed her hands on his chest and weakly attempted to push him away. She did not want to be touched by him. She was upset, frightened, and confused. Suddenly she was pulled into his embrace and he tucked her head under his chin. One arm held her to him while the other rested flat against the side of her face, holding her head to his chest so that her ear may listen to his heartbeat. She clenched his shirt and listened to the strong steady Ba-bump of his heart. He remembered how this had calmed her earlier and hoped it would work again.

Wait and listen. Wait and listen. There it was again. Wait and listen for what? Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. The sound soothed and mesmerized her. He tensed at the feeling of her hands sliding off his chest to rest down by her sides. She stood there in his arms motionless with her head now buried in his chest. She felt stupid sobbing in the arms of a man who seemingly betrayed her. He was not to be trusted! As hard as she tried to convince herself this she couldn't fully write him off. Something told her otherwise. She inhale deeply and exhaled slowly as she tried her hardest to remain calm. The smell of leather and grass filled her nose and she shut her eyes tight to focus on thinking logically.

Forcing herself to think logically was one of many coping techniques that helped her greatly whenever she panicked or had anxiety. She wasn't going anywhere soon, the door was locked. Is she safe? Idhrenor was hugging her... so did this mean they weren't going to hurt her? Bad guys don't hug their victims right? It can't be a trick. The door was locked and they outnumbered her. If they were going to harm her wouldn't they have done so already? Wouldn't he have done so while she was asleep? He had so many opportunities to hurt her. No.. she was missing something wasn't she? Could it be that she merely misunderstood? Did they want her phone? She remembered Idhrenor had an issue it. Was this that? Her shoulders shook with a sob that she attempted to hold back. Idhrenor's embrace tighten and she whined from the pressure. Space. She needed space. She could hear the others talking and dared a look around her. All eyes were on her and all she wanted to do was hide. She pushed Idhrenor away and he held her by her shoulders. His eyes scanned over her body before making contact with hers.

"Sunt tibi bene?"

She simply nodded yes in response. She wasn't sure if a nod was the correct answer to whatever he said. She assumed he was checking on her and only said yes to be free from him. Taking a few steps backwards and away from him, Andie reached for her ears and removed the stud earrings hidden underneath her thick dark brown hair. The earrings were emerald colored gems set in a sterling silver base. They were a gift from her grandmother and she did not know their value. Hopefully it would be enough.

"You can have it... My things, my phone, these earrings. Please let me go." She pleaded with them, offering the earrings to Idhrenor in her extended hand.

"We are not here to rob you Miss Andie. We are trying to help you" Gandalf's deep voice resonated. Hearing her language being spoken by another for the first time in almost three days was a relief to her. She dumbfoundedly stared at Gandalf and was lost for words.

"Please sit and share some tea with me." His accent was deep and his pronouncing of each word was a bit off. She had to listen carefully to distinguish what was being said.

"You speak english." She said mostly to herself.

"Yes. Though I am not well practiced in this language. Come sit down." He said gesturing at the seat across from him.

Andie squinted at him and then at the chair. The feeling returned once more, this time it merely told her one word, listen. Looking one last time at Idhrenor and then to Remlas who was nursing his injured hand, Andie walked a few paces closer to Gandalf and remained standing defiantly. She would listen but, that didn't mean she would have to obey.

"You don't mean to rob me but, you went through my things. You took my phone." She accused.

"Forgive us my lady. We merely sought answers. Rest assured I am no thief and neither are my companions. You are in the company of the descendants of the Dúnedain. These are honorable men. I am Gandalf and Gandalf means me. Gandalf the Grey."

"Dúnedain? Gandalf the Grey? Why are you dressed that way? Why is everyone dressed as if we're in the past? What language do they speak? Where am I?"

"All will be answered in due time. I must insist that you sit little one. You do not look well."

There was so much more she wanted to ask. She reminded herself to slow down. She fidgeted with the clasp of the cloak she still wore. Her body was burning up from her panic and she couldn't take the heat much longer. Her fingers trembled and she couldn't open the clasp. Seeing her frustration, Idhrenor stepped in front of her and helped her remove the cloak. She unzipped her sweater but did not remove it. She had no strength to have another argument. Andie did not notice the bewildered expressions on Berenor's and Remlas' faces. This was the first time they saw her state of dress and it was no wonder why Idhrenor leant her his cloak. Her baggie black hoodie and dark jeans were a sight to behold. The grey v-neck shirt she wore was peculiar to them as well. It was too strange of a tunic and much too form fitting to be appropriate. Even Gandalf was surprised to see her dressed in such a way and it only confirmed some of his concerns. Idhrenor ushered her to sit in the chair and she hesitantly complied.

"My dear, I am told you are looking for your home. Where exactly would that be?" Gandalf questioned her.

"Bronx... New York. Is that not where we are now? I know we are in Bree. I don't know where or what Bree is. I've never heard of it. I got lost in the park and now I don't know where I am. Then there was that thing that attacked me. What do you mean Gandalf means me? Who are you?" She rambled on.

"I am a wizard and you are in a village called Bree, east of the shire. That 'thing' you are talking about is called a Barrow-Wight. It is a creature similar to a wraith that inhabits the burial mounds of the Barrow-Downs. Idhrenor has told me about your encounter with it. Not all who come across such creatures live to tell the tale. It was most fortunate Idhrenor found you when he did."

Andie glanced at Idhrenor who was standing beside her with his arms crossed. Their eyes met and he raised a solo brow in question to her. She stared momentarily at him, remembering that dreadful night and all that he did for her. Why would he save her just to harm her later? She was aware that she was a handful and that she annoyed him far too many times. What were his intentions towards her and that of the others too? And what did this old man mean by Wizard? Why would Idhrenor think this old man who thought himself a wizard would be able to help her? Were they both crazy?

"I am not familiar of this land you speak of and I am uncertain of the meaning of the word park. What is it? Can you tell me about how you came here?" He continued.

"What do you mean you're not familiar with this land? There is no way I could be that far from New York. I was in the park and then I got lost. A park is a big area that has trees, plants, walkways, benches, sometimes playgrounds...The park... was different all of a sudden as if it had suddenly changed. Then there was this wind...", she began.

"What did Tom call it?" She whispered to herself. "Umm... Evil Tree Spirit? I met a man at the edge of the park. Only the park didn't look the same. It looked bigger. The man gave me a map and told me to follow some stars and I would get to Bree."

"Evil Tree Spirit you say? Hmm... What was the name of the man? Did he only speak of the map to you?"

"He told his name was Tom. Tom Bom.. ummm.. Bomba? I'm sorry. I can't really remember. He told me I was in the Old Forest and that he couldn't take me to Bree himself because he was busy. That's why he gave me his map. He drew the stars on the map for me too so I wouldn't get lost. He warned me about creatures in the shadows..." she trailed off.

"Tom Bombadil, was this his name?"

"Yes! That's it! He was the first person I met after I got lost. Then I met Idhrenor." She exclaimed.

"May I see this map?"

Andie nodded yes and rose to retrieve her bag. Returning to her seat with her bag and map in hand, she pulled out the map and handed it to Gandalf. Gandalf studied the parchment carefully, both front and back. He confirmed the locations she mentioned when he saw them circled on the map. The stars drawn on the back of the parchment also collaborated her story. She was speaking the truth.

"And what of this? This inscription? Did Tom Bombadil write this?"

"No. I did. Tom told me to. He said it was a song and that I should sing it if I was in trouble."

"Interesting." Gandalf remarked while handing her the map. "What happened next?"

"I tried to follow the stars but then that monster came at me. I saw that it didn't like light so I tried to keep it away by using my phone and then next thing I remember is waking up and meeting him." She finished pointing at Idhrenor.

"This phone you mention is the weapon you used to fight the Barrow-Wight? Is it this object?" He asked, holding up her phone. "Can you tell me what this is?"

Andie gave him a disbelieving look. He was asking her what a phone was? Seriously? She quickly glanced at Idhrenor and then at Remlas and Berenor. Their expressions varied. Idhrenor's face was stoic and calm. Remlas' expression was that of curiosity. And then there was Berenor whose intense gaze unnerved her. She realized they were serious. They really didn't know what her phone was. Could this explain why Idhrenor acted the way he did the day before?

"It's not a weapon. It's a phone. You use it for calling people to communicate from far distances. Sort of like having a conversation like we are but with people far away. Umm...like if I was back out there and you are here. I can use the phone to talk to you as if we are in the same room." She explained, hoping she didn't confuse him.

"You can't use this phone to contact others right now? Could this not be used to help you get home?" He asked.

"There's no signal. It needs a signal to be able to call someone. I've been checking but, I still can't get a signal. It won't work without it."

"A signal? Do you mean a sign? I take it that you mean this object can't contact others because you do not have this sign. How does one obtain a signal?"

"Uhh..I don't really know. You just kinda walk around until you get one I guess." She struggled to explain. Gandalf pondered on her words and she took his silence as a cue to continue on.

"It can do other things too. Like shine a light or take pictures and videos. I could show you." She offered, holding her hand out expectantly.

Gandalf turned the phone over once in his hand before placing it in hers. She didn't expect him to give her the phone so willingly. She had expected him to overreact just like Idhrenor did. There was tension in the room but, not from Gandalf or Idhrenor. Remlas and Berenor both stood straight as a board and observed with caution. Andie pressed the power button and unlocked her phone with ease. She turned the screen to the wizard's direction so that he could see how the device worked.

"This is the home screen. See this? This is the camera. If I press this icon the camera turns on and I can take pictures or videos." She continued to explain.

"Could you tell him not to panic? I'm going to show you how to take a picture of him. It's easier to explain this way." She said while handing the phone back to him.

Gandalf accepted the phone and paused. Though there was suspicion of her being a threat earlier, now there was none. She spoke truthfully so far and willingly gave up her weapon. She shared information freely and politely. Now she offered to teach him of this object and it showed him she was of innocent character. She was merely a young woman, afraid and lost. What spoke more to her innocence was Tom Bombadil's map. Powerful and Benevolent was he but, he did not takes sides and he did not get involved. Now here was this woman who was gifted a map with an inscription to summon one of the most powerful beings in Middle Earth. Was this a sign? What did this mean?

"Gandalf?" She called to him.

"Ah! Yes dear! Forgive me. I was lost in thought."

Gandalf informed Idhrenor of her intention and explained that she meant no harm. He nodded in understanding and stood tall before them. He was unsure of what to do and looked to Andie for instruction. She weakly smiled at him and held one finger up in the universal sign for wait. She walked over to Gandalf and showed him how to hold the phone. The image of Idhrenor reflected on the screen and she instructed Gandalf to pressed the round grey button. It was a good thing her flash was off. She then switched to video mode and told Gandalf to pressed the button again. This time she waved at Idhrenor prompting him to awkwardly wave back. She pressed the button to end the video and pulled up the gallery.

"Now we can look at the picture and video"

She motioned for Idhrenor and the others to join around and look. She showed them the photo first and then the video. They were all amazed. Remlas and Berenor looked to Idhrenor and then to the photo astonished. They conversed among each other. Idhrenor was shocked as well. She watched him pat himself down as if checking if he was still here or if something was on him. This really was all new to them. Gandalf face held a genuine smile as he played the video again. Andie wondered how and why they weren't knowledgeable about these things.

"The flashlight is here. You just pull down this bar and switch it on." She further explained.

The bright light shone on Remlas' face and he winced at it shining in his eyes. Andie quickly turned off the light and apologized repeatedly. She placed an apologetic hand on his shoulder and heard him grumble in complaint.

"Are you ok?! I'm so sorry. I should have warned you. I didn't think it was aimed at your face. Do your eyes hurt?" She spoke rapidly.

He recoiled from her touch and blinked hard over and over again. His eyes teared up and he was seeing spots, further blurring his vision. He cursed in his foreign language and tried to stand up straight. Remlas could now understand why Idhrenor described his travel with this woman as frustrating. He rubbed one eye with the other while increasing the distance between them. This time it was Remlas' turn to be laughed at and Idhrenor did not hold back his laughter at all. Berenor only smiled at both Remlas' predicament and Idhrenor's amusement.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" She apologized, closing the space between them.

"Non" Remlas grumbled, keeping her at arms length with a outstretched hand.

"Remlas pa— pa-et?" She tried to apologize.

He shook his head no. What was the word for sorry? She recognized it whenever Idhrenor said it but now she couldn't remember. It started with a "pa". Ugh she had the worse memory. She turned to Gandalf and asked in earnestness , "How can I tell him I'm sorry?"

"Paenitet" he answered, observing her actions calmly.

"Pie—ee...te?" She struggle pronouncing the word. "Remlas pa-e-te."

Remlas nodded and with a wave of his hand dismissed her concern. She became aware of the sound of suppressed laughter and glared at the other two rangers. She had forgotten briefly her anxiety and panic. It was the breather she needed. This conversation was far from over and she was reminded of her situation when Gandalf continued on the topic.

"Amusing this is. Such curious magic you have." Gandalf chuckled.

"Magic? It's not magic. It's technology. Science. Everyone has one. Even children. It's a tool people use everyday."

"Everyone? Quite intriguing. Well then, I return this to you." He said, relinquishing the phone to her. Andie happily accepted, relieved to have back what felt like her only source of security. Now if only she could just get a signal.

"Now about the matter of getting you home—"

"I'm sorry but can I ask some questions now? I've answer yours and it would be only fair." She interrupted.

"None of this makes any sense. There were no buildings, no cars or people. How can I be one place and then basically take one step and be somewhere far from home? Where exactly am I? What state is this?" She continued, not waiting for his approval.

"Hmmm..." Gandalf hummed, pondering on all she said.

"Look, I've had a hard couple of days and I just want to get home. It's cool that you guys are committed to whatever this is but, I don't have time for games. To be honest all of this is just really creepy and if this is some kind of joke it isn't very funny. If you're telling the truth and you don't intend to rob me then please point me in the direction of a cab so I can get home. Please." She pleaded.

"Do not take me for a fool or a conjurer of tricks Miss Andie. I have said no joke. A wizard is what I am and I am no liar. I know nothing of these buildings or cars. This 'cab' that you seek does not exist here in Middle Earth. I have told you where you are. You are in Bree, a village east of the shire. My child, I am afraid you are a long way from home and there is not much my powers may do to return you. Perhaps a colleague of mine can offer more help than I."

Andie blinked in confusion. Was she just scolded? This man wasn't playing. We're they all delusional? How does he not know what buildings or cars are? What did he mean cabs didn't exist here in Middle Earth? And what the heck is Middle Earth?! She swallowed hard and pulled on her fingers nervously as she thought. She knew she was far from home considering she didn't recognize anything outside but, to be so far from home that this man is saying she wouldn't be able return is just insane! The very thought terrified her.

"I don't understand. Idhrenor said you would help me. Do you mean that you can't help me get home because you don't know the way? Or is there another reason? What is Middle Earth? A city? A street? I don't understand how I was a couple minutes away from my home and now I'm too far to find my way back?"

Andie scratched at the hives on her neck, it was clear for them to see the hives grew in number with her chest now bearing the new red splotches. Her vision was blurred by her tears and when she blinked they flowed freely down her face.

"I— I just want to go home." She sobbed.

A hand gripped her shoulder and she looked up to see Idhrenor. She was aware that this was his way of trying to comfort her. It bothered her greatly to be crying in front of them all like a child. How weak she must've look. He didn't understand the conversation going on but could tell by her body language that she was highly distressed. It was all he could do for her right now. She turned away from him to convey that she was still upset with him.

"Tell him to back off please." Andie told Gandalf.

Gandalf quirked an eyebrow and relayed her message. She didn't look at him, instead she focused ahead on this so called wizard. His hand remained on her shoulder for a few seconds longer before he removed it. She crossed her arms across her chest and refused to acknowledge him. She was angry, fed up, frustrated and so much more. Yes she was taking it out on Idhrenor and no he may not entirely deserve it but he was closes to her which made him the sole target for her pent up emotions.

"Middle earth is the lands east of the Great Sea, Belegaer. Idhrenor was correct in bringing you to me. There are much dangers in this world and it was fortunate that he came upon you when he did. The Barrow-Wight is only one of many creatures and foul things that roam these lands. Do not be angry with him. He only thought of your safety and that of others."

"I know this may be hard to believe Miss Andie and I sympathize with you. It would seem to be apparent that you are not from Middle Earth. It is the reason why you are finding all things around you strange. Your language is not one of this world. You will find no parks, buildings or cars here. Nothing from your home. It is not my intention to frighten you nor to take all hope away. I do not know the way back but, I can still help you."

There was a short silence as Andie digested all this information. It was a big pill to swallow. Gandalf allowed her some time to think while he sipped on his hot beverage and ate. Andie had calmed only a little. She was still very cautious of them all.

"Let me see if I understood you correctly. You're a wizard. I'm not in New York but in a land that is suddenly Middle Earth. I wont be able to go home because my home isn't in this world. In fact nothing that I know is here and nobody knows english because it doesn't exist here either."

"Precisely."

"And somehow you know a language that doesn't exist? How am I supposed to believe this?! How am I suppose to trust you? If you were in my position would you not doubt this at all? I don't mean to be rude. It's just too absurd! I just want to go home. I've been gone too long and my family must be worried sick. I need to go home." She said fighting back tears.

"It is only natural for one to doubt, especially under such circumstances. Only you can come to terms with the reality of things. You can either accept the truth as it is or deny it's validity. You have my word that I spoke only truths." Gandalf answered.

"If it is the truth then can you prove it? Prove just one thing that you've said. Prove that you're a wizard." She challenged.

She was so sure that this 'game' would end once he failed to produced proof of his wizard abilities. Her goal was to end their pretend play of 'Middle Earth' and finally get a straight answer from these guys.

"Proof..." Gandalf muttered.

He pulled out a long pipe and stuffed it with what look to be leaves. He breathed fire into the chamber of the pipe, the warm dim orange light brightening his face with each breath. He then took a long puff and blew out a smoke ring followed by a miniature smoke boat complete with sails and intricate designs. Andie was astonished. She was lost for words and couldn't believe the sight before her. The miniature boat glided around her once and then dissipated into the air.

"How..."

"Do you still doubt?"

How did he do that?! It couldn't have been the pipe. Was it some kind of magic trick? But then how would that even work? She was silent while she thought on an reasonable explanation for what she just witnessed. Gandalf took another puff and blew out another smoke boat. It was amazing to her, such a marvel that she couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. Her finger tips barely grazed the side of the ship as it sail on pass her. She looked up to Gandalf to see him smiling softly at her. Turning her gaze over to the men to the right of her, she could see them studying her quietly. None of this made sense. Middle earth? Wizards? And everything else they expected her to believe. And now this smoking trick was suppose to be proof that this was all true?

Listen...Listen..

There! That! What is that?! The insistent thought prodded at her mind, telling her to listen. Listen to what? Ugh! Her head began to throb. Oh what a perfect time to have a migraine. Was she really expected to simply believe all of this without question. What's more, was this smoke display sufficient enough proof of all he claimed to be true? Andie rubbed her temples and groaned with discomfort. She sighed in defeat and slouched back in her seat. That smoking trick was impressive, she would give him that. She had begun to doubt her doubts and felt incredibly stupid for even considering any of this real. Especially that monster that she believed to be the boogeyman from her childhood, El Cuco. No! There was no way that thing was real. Her mother and aunt would warn her of El Cuco to make sure she would behave despite her being a very obedient child. He was a thing of nightmares. He was made up.

She rolled up her sleeve and touched the bruise on her wrist. It was still dark purple and was sensitive to touch. If Gandalf's impressive smoke trick wasn't enough proof than this bruise surely was. There was no doubting the terrifying imprint on her wrist or the pain that came with it. It was real. She could have died. Those eyes that haunted her in her dream. It's sickening screech and icy iron grip. It was real... She could have died! Realization struck her hard and her heart drop into her stomach. This was not the first time she had thought about what could have happened if Idhrenor didn't save her. She was in denial and Gandalf had burst her "peaceful" bubble.

"I could have died..." she whispered.

"Oh gosh! I could've died!" She exclaimed, clutching her chest. She was stuck in her thoughts, the world around her was falling far back in her mind. No no no! Not here, not now! She reprimanded herself. She inwardly ordered herself to keep it together. Only in private would she allow herself to break down fully. Hold it in. Yes, she could do this right?

"Miss Andie, let us not focus on what could have been. Such thoughts only bring pain and suffering. You are here now and you are safe. You have my word. If you still do not trust me then place your faith in Idhrenor. Have his actions thus far not proven his trustworthiness? Even now he stands by your side unwaveringly."

Gandalf's words struck something inside her. It was that weird feeling from before. This time it assured her of what she so desperately needed at this moment, safety. Safe...yes, safe... It wasn't a voice. It was more like a feeling, an instinct. Like the sensation of holding your hand over a flame to feel it's heat. It was warm and comforting. She reasoned with herself that Gandalf was right. Idhrenor had proven himself many times. He had only good intentions for her and took care of her very well. She pointed out to herself that Idhrenor was the only one in her life to go through such lengths to make sure she was fine (even if he did have unconventional methods). She agreed with the wizard. Idhrenor is an honorable man.

"Ok... I can't fully believe everything you've told me. I need time. I don't know how you did that thing with the smoke but I can agree its not something one sees where I'm from. I— I trust Idhrenor... but, this doesn't mean that I'm not still upset with him. I'm not furious but, I am upset. I need time and space please."

"Time we can give you but, I'm afraid space is conditional. Miss Andie for your safety you should not be alone here in Middle Earth. I say this with the upmost concern. I do not wish to remind you of what lies in the shadows and unfortunately there are dangers that lay wait in the light of day as well. Since you are not of Middle Earth it would be wise for you to stay with Idhrenor and his companions. They will watch over you." He advised her.

"All hope is not lost. Though I cannot return you home I can help acquire you a safe place to stay. Imladris can provide you that safety. It is the house of Lord Elrond. He is the colleague I mentioned earlier. The journey there is long and will give you the time you asked for. I am confident that the proof you seek will reveal itself to you during our travels and should you still doubt then Imladris will be proof enough." He concluded.

Andie furrowed her eyebrows together and squinted at him. It did not sit well with her that he kept saying she couldn't return home. She didn't say another word on the subject, she saw not point in arguing. It was a better plan to feign compliance and wait for an opportunity to run. There was no way she wasn't in New York still. She would need a car at least to travel into another state. It was also weird that a place like this was in the Bronx but that couldn't mean she was in another world, right? If they were telling the truth, which she partly doubted, then in time she would see it. And if not, then in her waiting she would find a way out. It was her only plan. It wasn't fully thought out and the success rate wasn't high but it was better than nothing.

"I understand..."

She placed a hand over her eyes and let out a sigh. Her migraine was persistent. The cause could've been because of the ridiculous information she was just given. Or it could've been the amount of stress she was in at being told she wouldn't find her way home. How could they possible know that? It was also a possibility that her nightmare was contributing to his horrible headache. She reached into her bag and pulled out a pill bottle. She had the feeling she was being watched and it was confirmed when she looked at the men in the room. Her eyes locked with Idhrenor's and they had small staring contest.

"Can you tell Idhrenor something for me?" She asked Gandalf.

"Of course. What is it you wish me to say?"

"Earlier I had a allergic reaction to something. I tried to take a pill but he wouldn't let me. Could you tell him not to do that again? If I need help I will ask for it." She said while showing him the container of pills.

"Pill? I don't know this word."

She shouldn't have been surprised to learn he didn't know what pills were. It seemed there was a lot they didn't know. She opened the container and took one pill out and held it up for him to see. Gandalf leaned forward for a better look at the tiny object between her fingers.

"This is a pill. It's medicine. This specific one is for pain. I use it for my headaches. I have a headache right now and I'm going to take one. Last time i tried to take a pill he slapped it out of my hand and judging by the look he's giving me right now I have a feeling he would do it again."

"Ah, I see." Gandalf chuckled. "Such a tiny thing for medicine. Very convenient."

She listened to Gandalf translate her message to Idhrenor, only understanding the word pill among the string of words that fluttered on by. She observed Idhrenor reaction and saw a look of realization on his face. His hand dug into his pocket and he pulled out her allergy pill bottle. He examined it quickly before walking to her and placed it in her hand.

"Paenitet"

She knew this word, it meant sorry. She smiled at him and nodded to show her acceptance of his apology. She was surprise to see he had retrieved the pill bottle before chasing after her earlier. Thinking about it made her wondered if she was that slow of a runner if he had time to gather his things and get her pill bottle before catching her. Maybe her escape plan would be harder than she thought. Then a thought popped up in her head and she turned to Gandalf to make another request.

"Is there a bathroom I can use? I've been outside for almost three days and I want to clean up.." she asked timidly.

"Of course! You would have to wait a moment. We would have to ask for one to be drawn for you."

Gandalf relayed her request to the rangers and to her surprise Berenor accepted the task. He walked to door and a faint click was heard. The door opened with a small creak and he exited without a word. Ever since their first meeting Andie had the impression that Berenor did not like her. She wasn't sure what she had done or maybe she was just imagining it so she chalked it up to her being paranoid because of her habit of overthinking.

"May I have a cup of water?" She asked.

"My dear it is not wise to drink the water here unless boiled. Mrs. Butterbur has prepare a fine brew of tea that may be to your liking." He offered.

"Oh! Ok."

She poured herself a cup tea and felt the most awkward she had ever felt in her entire life. Her every move was being watched and it annoyed her greatly. She wished Berenor would hurry up so that she could have some privacy. She decided not to add sugar and to drink the tea as is but pause when she was about to pop the pill in her mouth.

"I'm sorry but I don't like being watched or stared at. It makes me uncomfortable." She confessed.

"My apologies Miss Andie! We meant no offense."

How many more days of this would she have to go through? It was a trying couple of days traveling with Idhrenor. She was thankful to him for rescuing her but the man sure was frustrating. Walking into Bree, meeting new people, and now learning all this information was overwhelming. Too overwhelming. She didn't trust them fully, not 100%. Her stress hives were still present and she resisted the urge to scratch. Then there was her migraine that she hope would go away soon with the help of the pain killer. Getting answers in Bree turned out to be too eventful for her. In fact, Andie didn't feel like she got answers at all. She only had more questions, doubts, and fears. But, for now she would wait and listen just as her 'instinct' had told her.

Wait and listen.

A/N: Whew! This was a long one. It's the longest chapter I've written so far, almost 16 pages. There was more that was in this chapter but I thought it best to break it up for the next one. It's been a while since I last posted and I apologize for the long wait. This chapter was difficult for me to write and there was so much I wasn't happy with. I ended up editing this like 10 times until I felt it got it right.

Let me know how I did on dialogue. I hope I didn't write Gandalf out of character and would love to hear your thoughts on how I did. I appreciate any advice or constructive criticism. If you have any predications for what might happen in the next chapter let me know in the reviews. Gandalf has a lot on his mind and I cant wait to share his thoughts with you in the next chapter! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. :)

Thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorite and followed! A Big Welcome to Shawnta .Horton, Realworld no Shinobi, VanyV, xxlittleoaksxx, and DaughterofHalt. :D

DaughterofHalt: I couldn't reply to your review but, I agree with your comment. It would have been funny if Idhrenor sprayed himself with pepper spray instead of her asthma pump. I would imagine him being highly upset and thinking twice about going through her things. It would serve him right lol. Especially since he keeps going through her things and showing others. Thank you for the review!

Mea Domina: My Lady

Pax: Peace

Dismiserunt eam mane: let her go

Sunt tibi bene: Are you well?

Paenitet: Sorry

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