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father… if only they were there with me now. Looking up, I imagined I saw them there; Daddy was holding Mom’s hand, one hand on her shoulder as though to comfort her. They looked at each other, expressions unreadable, but I read love there – love for each other, but mostly love for me.
I could almost hear their voices…understand!” I cried at them, leaping to my feet. “George was my best friend! You can’t just replace him like that!” How could they be so cruel? So callous? So utterly, splendiferously, terribly, awfully horrid? Several single crystalline tears streaming down my alabaster-pale cheeks, I turned and fled back towards the shack they called a house – how could anybody expect a growing girl like me to live in a place with only three wings and two hundred rooms? – my frail shoulders racked with sobs.Running upstairs, I shoved the maid, butler, and PA out of the way and threw myself down on the tiny four-poster bed with hand-embroidered Venetian silk pillows, racked by heartfelt
No, wait. I could hear their voices.
“Siltasuvi Araeina Raven Tri’shah Iuhlmati Ellenor Isabella…” Mom said carefully.
“…Geliarae Arwen Sarabelle Kitsune Hmrevenueandcustoms,” I added helpfully.
“Siltasuvi Araeina Raven Tri’shah Iuhlmati Ellenor Isabella Geliarae Arwen Sarabelle Kitsune Hmrevenueandcustoms Smith, why are you crying over a flower?”
“Yeah,” Daddy agreed, monosyllabically. “I think we can replant it.”
“You don’t sobs. George was gone. Gone forever. My only real friend. And Mom and Daddy didn’t even understand my agony! They never did. They just couldn’t comprehend my sensitive soul, the depths of my deep heart in all its deepness. Daddy wouldn’t even buy me another pony!

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year of the Shire reckoning. Sam and Rosie Gamgee are spending a lovely picnic out in the lower fields of Hobbiton while Frodo and Elanor run around and have fun and little Rose is busy with her little stuffed toy that was sent to her for her first birthday a few months ago. Rosie was sitting on Sam’s lap with his arms around her. They were sharing a lovely time out in the shade and breeze of one of the tall elm trees when Elanor and Frodo ran over and asked Sam to tell them a story. The only story he knew was his journey with Frodo so he decided to tell them a little bit of it. Aftdidn’t tell them that they were evil beings and that one of the beings riding them had been shot. ‘They were tall and magnificent.’ He had said. Rosie had now fallen asleep and Sam was stroking her hair. He had told them about Gollum (though he decided not to tell them what he had looked like). All he said about Gollum was that he was particularly nasty. When he had finished his short tale, they decided to go back home. The sun was starting to set and it was starting to get colder.When they had gotten back to number two they decided to go to bed. Sam tucked Frodo in and Rosie tucked Elanor into bed. ‘Mummy what happened to Mr Frodo?’ She had asked her mother before falling asleep. Rosie wasn’t sure how to answer this so she ignored the question. Soon Elanor and Frodo were fast asleep and Sam and Rosie decided to go to bed as well. The day had been er a while of pondering which part he should tell, he thought of telling them about when Frodo and he saw the Oliphaunts.
Of course he long and it was now very cold and they were looking forward to snuggling up to each other under the covers of their bed.
‘Elanor asked a question as I was tucking her into bed.’ Rosie said as she was pulling the covers back and getting into bed and making herself comfortable.
‘Yes and what was that?’ Sam asked with a little smile as he too climbed into bed and put his arm around Rosie. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat while she talked.
‘She asked me what happened to Frodo.’ Rosie gave a sigh.

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Lindariel replied. “I cannot expr trees.He heaved a sigh. There were weeks to go until his wife and son were scheduled to return from Imladris, and he did not know how he was going to stand the wait. He knew that the few weeks Legolas spent in the Last Homely House every year were his sole respite from the duties of a young warrior, and he did not grudge his son the well-earned rest. But normally Lindariel did not accompany him. She had gone this time at the invitation of Celebrían.He heard a soft cough behind him and turned. Almárean, the head of the household, was standing in the doorway.“My King, the archery trials are scheduled to begin in ten minutes. The Archery Masters want to know if you will attend.”“Has Thorontur returned from Lothlórien?”“Not yet. He sent word that he was delayed. He will probably be here in a few days.”Thranduil nodded.ess my gratitude to –”
“No thanks between friends,” Celebrían said, smiling. “Legolas has found his way into my heart. Who could resist him? I enjoy seeing him laugh just as much as you do.”
On the other side of the Misty Mountains, a tall, golden-haired Elf was standing on his balcony looking out over a seemingly endless expanse of forest, watching Elflings laughing in the lower branches of oaks and stalking each other through the“I will go, in that case. Arbellason has gone to secure the eastern border and the Elflings

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twirled; almost that of a ballerina, too. After the 5th attempt he truly gave it up and just sat on the grass. Legolas jogged to his friend and pounced on him, being on the mood of high adrenaline—and endorphin. After a minute passed, Galion had Legolas begging for release from the tickles. Pleas and sweet laughter filled the air as Galion continued with the assault—that is until he saw that his prince needed air. Legolas lay breathless on the grass grinning at his friend. “What has possessed you today, Ernilen?” Galion asked with a breathless chuckle. “Amin caela n’noa, mellon-nin.” (I have no idea, my friend.) The prince replied as he reached for the green apple he had pocketed whilst being chased around by the butler. “Green apple?” Galion gave him an inquiring gaze. “I do not know why I have taken it with me.” The prince answered truthfully. The butler lay beside the prince and held-out his hand foGalion says after a moment of examining it. “That is why I am curious as to why I have been so drawn to it.” The butler laughed and gave the apple back. “Maybe you have just been hungry, Ernilen.” Legolas elbowed his friend on the ribs playfully, ending with both of them rolling around the grass; trying to get the upper-hand.Thranduil watched with much amusement as his son and the head butler tackled each other on the grass of the private gardens. Laughing softly as he made his way to them. When he got close enough still unnoticed he grinned, unable to contain himself. “I could’ve have sworn that the last elfling was born 3,653 years ago. How come is it then that I now see two?” Relishing the moment r the apple, which the price gave knowing that his friend wanted to examine it. “Tis just an apple.” when two shocked faces snapped their attention to him, he gave them an amused laugh; as both hurried to their feet to retain their dignified aura. “Ada!” Legolas grinned after recovering from the initial shock. “What on Middle-Earth have you two been up to?” The King asked feigning seriousness. “W-we were—I was… er…” Galion stuttered. The prince giggled as he held out the green apple to his father; whispering ‘now I know why I brought that with me.’ His father gave him a cheeky grin of his own before taking the apple. “Like old times, Tithen Pen? I’m afraid you won’t evade the question that easy this time.” The King was surprised to see confusion cross his son’s face. “I’ve done this before, Adar?” Thranduil’s grin broke. ‘Ai, Valar! Must I always be the one to destroy his day?’ He prayed to whoever who could hear him that Legolas wouldn’t be miserable the whole day because of him. “You do not remember, Greenleaf?” he started cautiously. “Every year, around this time in summer? You and your naneth—” (mother) Sadness marred his son’s face and he paled in comparison to his already pale complexion. The King faltered and took a very deep breath

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you one for getting me out of there," I said as I walked up to him.
"I’m sure one day you will be able to repay the favor," he replied.
"Sad, but true. So what did you need me for?"
"I was wondering if you had any camping supplies of your own amongst these bags."
"No. No, I don’t. Bugger." Glorfindel just quirked an eyebrow in response. I was really looking forward to sleeping until now. Now thof the past several hours combined with the fact that I was in a fictional place and completely unprepared for it, was just too much."I don’t have 500 bags. And who are you calling unprepared? It’s not exactly like I expected to go world-hopping. I mean, tell me, since you know so much, how exactly do you pack for a vacation to a place that shouldn’t exist?" I was practically yelling now."World-hopping to a place that should not exist?" Glorfindel asked, his voice quiet.Uh-oh. Danger zone. Panic, panic. Looking around me (pretty much anywhere except Glorfindel) I noticed all the other elves in our group were completely still. Oh, this was not good."Did I say world-hopping? (nervous chuckle) I meant, uh, I at I realized I didn’t have any supplies, it kind of took all the joy out of it.
"It figures. Leave it to you to be unprepared," Almira sneered walking over to us.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I don’t see you carrying around a sleeping bag or other camping paraphernalia." Ten points for me. Take that, you hypocrite.
"Well, no, but then again I don’t have 500 bags," she replied raising her voice just a little.
"This is not necessary, so if you would both just-" Glorfindel tried to stop us from arguing, but I cut him off. I was really, really getting tired of her attitude. And damn it, my shoulder really hurt. Pain makes everyone irritable. All the frustration don’t really know what I meant, but listen, there is no need to get upset-"
"NO NEED TO GET UPSET!" Glorfindel burst out, making both Almira and I jump. "This is unbelievable! Not to mention impossible! Do you realize what you are implying? What do you have to say for yourselves?"

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out over there,” I stated while nodding to her body a few feet away.
“Is it too much to hope for that she might stay this way?” I heard Glorfindel mutter under his breath. I take back what I said earlier about Elven hearing, I love it.
“Now, now. That’s not very nice,” I said with a smile.
“You can’t tell me“You fainted and everyone is fine,” Glorfindel answered while slowly edging away. Almira, seeing him try to escape, sort of collapsed onto him.“I’m sorry. I am just so weak from my near-death experience. That Orc nearly killed me, you know. I bet you saved me, didn’t you? Oh, how kind and brave of you. I am forever in your debt.” She stared at him, batting her eyelashes. For heaven’s sake, she was practically drooling.“The hell!” I cried “I distinctly remember me kicking said Orc. Granted, he did eventually shoot the Orc, effectively killing it. But if anything he saved my you weren’t hoping for the same thing.”
“No, I can’t because that would be lying and I try not to do that.”
At that Glorfindel just smiled and bent over to see if he could wake Almira up. One shake and she was awake. Just like that. Not dazed or slightly confused, but perfectly awake. Fainted, my arse.
“What happened? Is everyone alright?” she inquired, all wide-eyed and helpless. Disgusting, absolutely disgusting.life.” Oh, oh jeez. He really had saved my life. Glorfindel just stared at me with one eyebrow raised. “He he, thanks for that by the way,” I said, just a tad embarrassed at my outburst. I ducked my head, hoping I was not blushing too badly.
I heard what distinctly sounded like a chuckle from Glorfindel (if Elves chuckle.) When

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follow them,” whispered Aragorn. “And please, try not to draw attention to yourself.”
Logan snorted, but he did not give Aragorn a retort. Instead, he pressed the burning end of the ‘cigar’ against his palm to snub it out. The ranger winced as the smell of determined to mask his shock.Logan smirked. “Well, lead the way then,” he said. The ranger glared at him, but said nothing as he slipped into the room silently, as if he was afraid of being seen. Logan sauntered in after him, still smirking. He knew he had scared Strider with that little trick of his, and that made him feel good.The common room of the inn was filled with smoke from the pipes of the inn’s patrons. Logan blinked a couple of times, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, which came from one fireplace and three lanterns hanging from rafters. The place looked positively medieval! He leaned against the wall, next to where Strider was standing, as stiff and straight as a pillar.“You know, considering that this is a place of fun, you can relax a little,” he suggested.“Relax?” said Strider in a low voice. “What do you mean?”“Are you trying to tell me that you don’t know what the word ‘relax’ meansburnt flesh reached his nose, and he wondered if Logan truly had something wrong with his head. What sort of man would burn himself on purpose? At least the other man did not seem to be enjoying it. Logan took away the cigar and stuck it back in his pocket. There was a large circular burn in the centre of his palm. However, as Aragorn watched, the mark shrank, and the darkened flesh became healthy again. Within moments, the burn was gone, as if it had not been there in the first place.
“Weren’t you going to follow them?” asked Logan, indicating the common room. The hobbits were already out of sight, and there were sounds of laughter coming from the half-closed door.
“I was,” said Aragorn, ?” said Logan