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Falling In Love is Hard on the Knees	By : sarahjean Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General Views: 3149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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We were both silent throughout the journey, and I didn�t really mind that much. I was turning all of this over in my head, searching for possible reasons why I was here. There were so many questions in my mind. Did my parents know I was missing? Was time passing differently in my world to Middle Earth? How can I be in a story book?

But my main question was: how did I get here? Well, the only answer I�d found to that was � HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW??!

Well, that was the answer I came up with most of the time when it came to that question. But then, as we neared the House of Elrond, a thought struck me. I�d wished upon a shooting star. But surely that was some corny plot used in films and books (A/N: *Looks down at keyboard, ashamed*)? And what I�d actually wished for was a reason to live. Surely picking me up and dropping me in Middle Earth wasn�t a reason to live � especially if the War of the Ring was slowly building up to a crescendo!

I shook my head slightly. Surely that wish couldn�t have caused this? Maybe I was dreaming. Okay, maybe not. The pain in my hips, my ribs, my head, my feet � everywhere � was a little to real for it to be a dream. I was really in Middle Earth. How, I could not say. Why, I couldn�t say that either. But I was, and I was on my way to Rivendell with Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood. And in Rivendell was one Frodo Baggins, with the One Ring on a chain around his neck.

Legolas steered the horse inside an archway in a beautiful wall, then stopped it. He hopped off, giving me a hand and helping me down. The House of Elrond was beautiful. Nestled into mountains, surrounded by a river with a ford, made to look beautiful � in my world, people didn�t seem to care much about beauty, but of quantity and price. I admired the Elves instantly for their taste and their style.

�Come, arwenamin. We must find Lord Elrond and Mithrandir,� Legolas said. I nodded, and he took my hand and led me through the throng of Elves who were having fun in the gardens. I couldn�t help but blush as he held my hand � not many people do that. Many stared at me in confusion � I guessed it was because of my clothing and bare feet. Or maybe they were jealous because I was with Legolas. Who knows? I just wanted some answers, and I was hoping against hope that Gandalf or Elrond could give them to me.
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Legolas took me straight to Elrond�s quarters, where he and a wizened old man were in a conversation. Elrond was a dark-haired Elf, with stunning blue eyes and a kindly yet almost warning face. Gandalf wore his grey robes, his long hair and beard grey/white, his hat on a nearby table. He held a gnarled staff in his hand. Both turned to give us questioning looks as we entered.

�Lord Elrond, Mithrandir, I found this girl in the Trollshaws at the borders. She is lost,� Legolas said.

�I�m not a girl!� I said before I could help myself. �I�m twenty-two, thank you very much!� Gandalf hid a smile.

�Lost? What is your name, where do you come from?� Elrond asked. I figured that Elves loved those questions.

�My name is Carrie,� I said. �I�m pretty sure I come from another world, because in my world Elves and Rivendell don�t exist.�

Elrond looked stunned, Gandalf just looked interested.

�Then how did you get here?� Elrond asked.

�I don�t really know,� I confessed. �I fell asleep last night, and woke up in the forest.�

Elrond frowned. �How very odd that�well, a young man appeared the same way not so long ago. Although, of course, he fell through the roof of the music house.�

I felt my heart flutter with worry and wonder. Even more so when Gandalf looked worried. I decided that maybe taking the plunge would be appropriate. �Look, I need to tell you something�I�I know what is going to happen, I�I know what is happening, what will happen with the War of the Ring.� Legolas, Elrond and Gandalf looked at me sharply. I was glad I hadn�t told them they were book characters.

�What do you know of the One Ring?� Gandalf asked.

�I�I can�t really say how I know of it,� I lied. �I just do. But�I know Sauron had it forged to control all the other Rings.� I took a breath, and recited,

�Three rings for the Elven-lords under the sky

Seven for the Dwarf-kings in their halls of stone

Nine for the mortal men doomed to die

One for the dark lord on his throne

In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie

One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them

One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.�

Now they just looked confused.

�And Isildur had the Ring, but didn�t destroy it,� I continued. �He died, and Gollum got it. Then Bilbo Baggins found it��

�I wish to know how you know all of this,� Elrond said sharply.

�I don�t know,� I said, and I sounded pretty convincing. �I just do.�

�A Seer?� Legolas asked. I shrugged. My headache was growing.

�Perhaps we should part for now, and continue this at the council tomorrow?� Gandalf suggested. Elrond nodded wearily, rubbing his temples. I frowned, as Gandalf ushered me and Legolas out, following close behind with his pointed hat. �Legolas, would you mind if I spoke to Carrie alone?� Legolas cast a glance at me, but nodded, and walked away. Gandalf was silent for a moment, and started walking. I matched his strides, walking beside him. �Your case is very curious, Carrie. It has only happened once before in very recent times, as Elrond said, under mysterious circumstances. It is not common for young mortal men to crash through the ceiling wearing odd clothing. Anyhow, it is obvious that you have a part to play in all of this, a part that was so important that you were dredged out of your world to participate. And this young man, too, perhaps. Now, I know you were lying when you said that you did not know how you obtained the knowledge of the Ring. How do you know?�

I flinched. I should have known I could never fool Gandalf. �In�in my world, Lord of the Rings is just a book�all of you, you�re all characters in a book. I read the book��

Gandalf said nothing, placing his hat on his head. Then he said, �So you know what our fates are?�

�Not completely,� I confessed. �I only read two parts of a trilogy; I never read the third book. I didn�t get round to it.�

Gandalf nodded. �Listen to me, Carrie. I forbid you to speak of anyone�s fates to them, not even me, unless I tell you to do so. A simple word of warning could change the course of the future. Your knowledge may prove invaluable later on, but until I request it, I would now allow for you to act as a fortune teller, do you understand?�

I nodded, understanding. �Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.�

He gave me a strange look, and said, �Now, what about your shift through worlds?�

�I can�t really explain that,� I said. �I fell asleep in my room, and when I woke up, I was in the Trollshaws. But�I remember, before I went to sleep, I wished on a shooting star. That was the only thing out of the ordinary for me. I wished for�for a reason to live.�

Gandalf raised an eyebrow.

�Do you think that could have been what did it?�

�It is possible.�

�But if so, why Middle Earth?�

�That, my dear, cannot be explained,� Gandalf said. �I suspect that there is a reason, and in time, it shall be known. But until then, you must abide by my will.�

I nodded. �I promise, Gandalf.�

�Now,� Gandalf said, �I have some business to attend to. Good day, Carrie.�

I watched him move on, and my despair was growing. No one understood what was happening, only that I had a �fate�, something tying me to the Ring. Yay. Watch me do a jig! Oh, enough sarcasm already. I was feeling pretty much crapped on. I had no idea what was going on, and my only hopes were twice as clueless as I was.

As I walked around, I considered my options. I could kill myself, and put myself out of my misery. I could stay and find out what happens, or I could run back to the Trollshaws and wait around for nothing in particular. None of them really appealed to me, but out of all of them, staying in Rivendell seemed my best bet.

I managed to stop myself before I almost slammed into a young she-Elf. She turned to glance at me, and I realised that she was every inch an Elf, from the perfect pixie nose to enchanting sapphire-blue eyes. Her long, thick dark hair cascaded in waves down the back of her white gown.

�Oh, I�m sorry,� I said, embarrassed and humbled by her beauty.

She smiled. �Do not be, it is perfectly all right.� She glanced at my clothing. �Where are you from? I have not seen your type before.�

Thinking of an excuse, I said, �I�m mortal, I�m just dressed a little strangely. I don�t really know what to do��

She smiled again. �My name is Arwen.�

I blinked. Arwen, the Evenstar? Elrond�s daughter? �I�m Carrie,� I replied, feeling more humbled than before.

�We should get you some new clothing,� she said, and beckoned me on. I followed her, and on the way, we spoke of family and friends. Most of what I spoke was true, and though Arwen thought it strange, she listened and believed.

She led me to a room, where she had me bathed and my injuries tended to. I did feel much better once I was clean, and temporarily, I forgot my troubles, in a bath of soothing water and a goblet of water to quench my growing thirst. I would eat at the feast that night.

I begged and begged, and eventually Arwen agreed, to wear a tunic and leggings, not a gown. I hate dresses.

Arwen picked a tunic that was a rich purple in colour with gold embroidery on, a pair of black leggings, and knee-high boots. I still wore my silver cross, my tiger eye necklace (a chunk of tiger eye in a cage hanging from a, oddly enough, leather shoe lace � the old black cord snapped when Jessie tugged on it) and my weird one with four cylindrical beads on a black cord. My hair was brushed to a shine, then placed in a half ponytail, except the ponytail was actually a braid. I looked more like a girl than normal, but at least I wasn�t wearing a dress. Arwen even gave me a pouch to hook onto my belt to hold my knife and my Bic.

I thanked her, and she smiled and said she had to meet someone. It was getting late now, and the night sky proved it. I left Arwen to her devices and decided to explore Rivendell�s gardens a bit.

The moon was full and riding high in the sky, making me briefly wonder if werewolves existed in Middle Earth. Well, why not? Elves did. Thinking of Elves made me think of Legolas again, in all his splendour. It never hurt to dream, just so long as I distinguished dream from reality. Firstly, mortals and Elves didn�t mix � the term �mortal� speaking for itself. One died whilst the other lived on. One aged whilst the other stayed forever young. And why would an Elf ever like any mortal in that way, let alone me?

I shook my head. Maybe running into Legolas concussed me more than I thought. Why was I even thinking about love and boys? That wasn�t the Carrie I was used to. I didn�t like shifting between love and denial, it was too confusing, especially with everything else happening.

I sat down by the gently trickling stream in the gardens and leaned over to stare at my reflection. Maybe I was just being paranoid, but I thought I looked older than I had done. Like I was 32, not 22. Not much difference maybe, but I looked older, more mature somehow. More womanly.

�Arwenamin?�

I turned, startled. It took me a moment to remember that Elves were silent at moving.

�Hello, Legolas,� I said, not really sure what else to say � especially when faced with an Elf who was dressed up in a silvery tunic. He looked damn fine.

�You are no longer cold or upset?� He asked.

I laughed. �Well, cold, definitely not � and I fit in now. Upset�well, for now I�m trying to forget, but I�m still pretty upset. My family might be worried sick over me.� Then I added, �Though that probably wouldn�t happen.�

Legolas sat beside me. �Why would they not worry about you?�

I suddenly became very interested in the blades of grass in front of me. �Well, firstly, they prefer my sister to me. Secondly�you know, I don�t think there is a second.�

Legolas was silent for a moment. �Although I am next in line for the throne of Northern Mirkwood, my father has always preferred my brother, Corenian.�

I nodded sadly. ��Tis always a trouble when you�re second best.� I glanced at the moon suddenly and gave a small smile. �I�ll bet my brother Tommy is missing me though. And his wife, Kimberly. Penny�well, she probably just misses her babysitter�� I felt annoyed suddenly. �You know what? I�ll probably like it here in Middle Earth. Maybe here I�ll actually be appreciated.�

Legolas held my hand, and this time I did not blush. Instead, I squeezed it, and said, �Perhaps we should go in for the feast?� He nodded, and together we walked towards the main hall for the feast, though, in the distance, I saw Arwen standing close to a man near the stream, looking very much in love.
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The feast put faces to the names of the characters in the book. As I sat there, I met Boromir, Aragorn (who was actually the man whom I had seen Arwen with. A mortal no less, which furthered my internal battle of priorities when it came to the Prince of Mirkwood), Gimli, Glo�n, Merry, Pippin, Frodo and Sam. Although, at least, I didn�t actually meet all of them, more overheard their names in conversation. I stayed strictly with Gandalf, Elrond, Arwen and Legolas. Although, I couldn�t have shaken Legolas off if I wanted to � he was like a persistent shadow that defied the dark. I didn�t really mind � it was nice to have someone to talk to, especially since Berry and Thalia were in another world.

Everyone seemed curious as to who I was, but Elrond just said I was a guest from Edoras. A cunning lie for an Elf.

�Are you enjoying yourself, arwenamin?� Legolas asked.

�Yeah, actually, I am,� I said with a grin. �This is the least depressed I�ve felt in a long time. I�m actually having fun.�

During the feast, Boromir asked me to dance. Slightly confused, I accepted � though I warned him I didn�t know how to dance. He said that he didn�t either, so we would just go with the motions. It was actually very fun, and I found it hard to see Boromir as the one who tried to take the Ring from Frodo. And the one who perished�

I realised that Boromir, were he in my world, would be a perfect choice for a husband if I ever were to choose. Sure, he was tempted by power, but who wasn�t? I mean, I had dreams of setting people on fire just because I didn�t like them.

After Boromir, two other Elves asked me to dance, before I was tapped on the shoulder and a familiar voice said, �Nauva lle salka yassen amin? Will you dance with me?� Dance with Legolas?

�I will, but I couldn�t dance to save my life,� I said. I remembered dancing with Penny once, and whilst she looked beautiful as she swayed around, I wind-milled my arms like a prat. Legolas chuckled, and led me to the dance floor. We didn�t dance to one song, but three in a row! The sneak managed to keep me going through three different songs, much to my amazement. Arwen thought it very funny that he be so sly � even more funny that I fell for it.

By the time the feast was over, I was laughing and exhausted. My head spun from the wine, and by now I had danced with Boromir three times, about five different Elves, Merry and Pippin (amazingly) and Legolas had snared me for about six dances!

And three-quarters of the way through the feast, as I was dancing quite brazenly with Boromir once more, I bumped into another dancing couple. I stumbled slightly, laughing nonetheless. �Sorry!� I said, and turned to face my victim. My eyes went wide. So did his.

�Tommy?!�
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