Disclaimer: Don't own Middle-Earth, Lord of the Rings, etc. I just my own my OC Ashlynn Flanagan and whatever characters I end up creating and using along the way.

The notation to rule them all: One notation for you all, this is no 10th walker, fuck that shit. The other notation is that the main character, Ashlynn is an artist, loves to sing, play the guitar and draw. To be honest, part of the inspiration for her character and her story comes from the inspiration of several very talented friends of mine. But she isn't far from perfect and her flaws will come into play :) This story is an exploration into romance, about healing yourself, and overcoming the odds life throws at us sometimes. This story will be written only for the Third Age, through The Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings, and possibly a bit in the fourth age. The biggest accomplishment is to love, to open your heart. Sometimes loving and standing on the sidelines is all you can, sometimes being a side character is just as important as being a main character, because the side character supports the main character.

Non-Story Related: Also for the House of the Blessed Star, which I have failed to continue, I am going to leave it up. If people want I will post the random materials for it that I have for the other chapters. However, I am working on a different story that stars at the Awakening of Cuiviénen and continues on through the First Age, the Second Age, and of course the Third Age.

"We are all connected
to each other now
reaching new dimensions
as we go into the void
moments away from our one true destiny
time won't slow down at all
like a bird set free"

Diamond Sky, Elliot Berger

Chapter One - Rebirth

Present Day, "Earth"

A cellphone ran out loud in the silent room, the only other sound was of breathing. Instantly at the sound of the cellphone, the person, a young woman sat up on the bed. She threw her covers, her short strawberry blonde hair sticking up everywhere as she stumbled over to her dresser. She grabbed the cellphone, answered the call and held it up slightly away from her ear.

"Ashlynn Flanagan! Where are you! You were supposed to be at work ten minutes ago!" The voice yelled over the phone.

"I'm really really sorry Mrs. Smith. I overslept, I'll be there as soon as I can," Ashlynn answered. The woman on the other side gave a heavy sigh.

"You are lucky to have me watch over you, well hurry up," Mrs. Smith ordered and slammed the phone done. Ashlynn sighed and glanced up at the mirror, running her hands through her hair, her pointed ears stick out from her short hair. Ashlynn considered a defect, a problem more than it was worth, but her parents never fixed her ears. It was not like they had the money to.

Ashlynn sighed and quickly got dressed in her comfy clothes that she used for running and biking. She was going to have to bike today instead of waiting for the buses. She quickly packed her spare clothes for later and her work uniform, tossing her keys, boots and shoes in. She ran downstairs into the garage and pulled out her bike and lock out. She strapped her helmet on and opened the side door, she carried her bike out, locked the door and kicked it shut.

"Hey Ash! Are you late again?" One of her neighbors called.

"Yeah I am! Bye! See you later!"

"That's what you get for staying out almost all night," he lectured her as she quickly pedaled away. Ashlynn basked in the wind in her hair as she pedaled down the street and the warmth of the sun. It was already stiffing hot at 6:20am, so Ashlynn figured it was going to be a scorcher. Ashlynn arrived at 7:05am at the small bakery shop, at the corner of a busy intersection. Ashlynn locked her bike up and headed inside to the bakery.

"Hey Ash, I love these new scones! They go perfect with my tea," complimented a customer.

"I am really glad! I am going to start carrying some more summery products," Ash informed the customer and headed into the back of the store greeting her employees.

"So Mrs. Smith, what do you think of the new bakery products we are carrying?" Ash said, stepping into the office. Mrs. Smith was an older woman in her 50's, who mothered Ash as much as Ash would allow. They had a close relationship since Ash got out of college and established her bakery. It helped that her best friend, Lucian, or Lucy as she called him was her son.

"Is that why you were up late last night and not here?" Mrs. Smith asked.

"Yes, I wanted to bake all the new products before Judy came in to bake the normal goods," Ash explained.

"I thought you were off gallivanting with Lucian last night. He never came home..." Mrs. Smith said worriedly.

"I'll go look later at our favorite spots, but we weren't supposed to meet last night. Tonight is our band practice," Ash informed.

"This is so unlike him..."

"I know, but do not worry to much. Put on a smile, embrace the day. I'll stay up front today and work with the customers. Here, this is a phone book of all our friends, why don't you try and call them on line two? Maybe they will know," Ash suggested, handing over the phone book from her backpack. Ash slipped the backpack onto the peg in the office and headed out into the front, tying an apron around her and plastering a smile on her face. She greeted her regulars, talked with new customers and answered their questions.

"So what coffee are you guys carrying today?"

"Maui Madness, Blueberry, our House Blend, Decaf, and Dark Roast, and we have many different flavor shots. Would you like me to name them all," asked one of her employees? The interactions were normal, comforting, as Ash worried about Lucy.

"Hey Ash, Mrs. Smith wants to talk to you," said a girl. Ash thanked her and walked in the back to the office.

"Have you found him?" Ash asked.

"No, but Gabriel saw him on the corner of Main Street heading onto 5th" Mrs. Smith answered.

"I think I may have an idea of where he is," Ash said quietly, wondering why Lucy was heading towards a bad area. "I'll go check it out later, I promise."

"Not to late, alright?"

"I promise, not to late," Ash agreed. "Hey Mrs. Smith..."

"What is it Ash?"

"I made a living will recently, should something ever happen to me, you get this bakery."

"Stop taking non-sense Ash, nothing is going to happen to you."

"Its a feeling I got Mrs. Smith. I've always trusted my feelings, they never led me wrong, especially not on the streets," Ash said glancing over at Mrs. Smith from the corner of her eyes. Mrs. Smith's face darkened and she took a deep breath in.

"You are not doing drugs again?"

"No, no, I am not. I have been clean for a long time, since that time at the hospital..."

"Alright, but you better come back to me. I only have Lucian, Emma, and you," Mrs. Smith said. Ashlynn tried to give Mrs. Smith an assuring smile, but she was not sure if she succeeded. Ash headed out to serve more customers, to bake, and to clean up. As she did she got lost in her thoughts and memories.

Ashlynn really did not believe in the supernatural at all, but she learned to trust her instincts. Ashlynn had run away from her home, grew up on the streets, till she had met Lucy and Mrs. Smith. They took her in for a time, until they realized she was on drugs. They forced her to go into detox and then into a program. But all that time on the streets, had enforced her to listen to her instincts, it was how she managed to not get raped, assaulted, or hurt. It was why she knew which people to trust. She only ended up trusting Lucy and Mrs. Smith because they treated her like a person and they had radiated such kindness. Emma was nice, but she was not like her mother or her brother. Emma had wanted her mother to throw Ash out on the street, but she was addicted to drugs and did not want that influence in the home. However, since that detox time, Ash had been clean.

Mrs. Smith adopted Ash, helped her get her GED, and put her through college. It was not like Ash was dumb, she was smart, and creative. Ash was an artist with a sensitive soul. It was Lucy who bought her a guitar and who would sit with her on the street playing with her. Ash did not have the perfect ear like Lucy who could listen a song once and play it, but she was quick learner, always had to be. Lucy made it a competition, who could outdo the other, who could get the perfect SAT scores. It was her relationship with Lucy, as brother and sister, that was what saved her life from an early death.

"Are you lost in memory lane again?" Mrs. Smith asked.

"Yeah, I can never thank you enough for what you did for me," Ash said with a smile.

"I am just doing the Lord's work. A little feeling in my heart told me I had to save you. I never told you this, but that feeling is still in my heart that you have something to accomplish," Mrs. Smith. Ash laughed and shook her head.

"Who knows? We never know we have met our destinies, until we unfold with it," Ash said mystically, raising one eyebrow at Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith smiled.

"Can you go look for him now? I am really worried, I know it is only three p.m., I will close up the bakery for you, okay?"

"Alright, I'll trust you Mrs. Smith. I'll go find Lucy," Ash said and gave Mrs. Smith a hug. Ash untied her apron as she walked into the back, exchanging it for her backpack and helmet. She slipped out of the door, into the muggy hot city. Ash loved being warm, but this humidity was a killer. She unlocked her bike and placed the lock in her pack. She took off pedaling down the street, heading towards 5th.

'I never wanted to go near that section again. Why is Lucy over there?' Ashlynn wondered out to herself. 5th street was not the worst of the worst, but a lot of drug deals went down there, a lot of junkies, hookers, and even gang members were there. Since getting off the streets, becoming clean, Ashlynn never went there again, until today. Hopefully no one would recognize her, but her violet eyes were rather unique; at least her hair was cut short and was her natural hair color. Ash continued to that area, fear in her heart, realizing this was probably one of the stupidest things she could have done. Yet her instincts were telling her she was fine, she was okay.

Ash got to 5th street and glanced around and then she saw a face she recognized, Jane. She was dressed like a hooker, but one arm was covered, probably to hide the scars from drug use.

"Jane!" Ash said as she crossed the street.

"I don't do chicks," Jane said.

"No Jane, I'm not interested in fucking," Ash said shaking her head.

"Wait a minute, are you, are you Ash?"

"Jesus Christ! Look at you! I was wondering what happened to you, but figured you probably died somewhere, do you need some drugs," Jane asked. Ash gave a tight smile.

"Yeah no, I got out. I'm clean now and I am staying that way," Ash answered. Ash pulled out a photo of Lucy and showed it to Jane.

"Have you seen this guy around? Someone said they saw him going down here last night," Ash said.

"No, I would recognize that sweet face anywhere. He's a beauty, is he your sugar daddy?" Ashlynn, at that moment could have done a face palm at that moment, but realized that this was probably all Jane known.

"No he is my brother, we run together," Ashlynn explained.

"Ask Big John up the street. Want me to take you to him?" Ashlynn shook her head at Jane's question. She really did not want to run into anyone she once knew.

"Hey baby, is this chick bothering you?" A man asked walking up to Jane.

"No, she is just looking for her friend. Ash, show Mark the picture, maybe he has seen him," Jane suggested. Ash sighed and showed Mark the picture.

"No, I don't know why no rich white guy would be down here. Get lost, people here don't like questions," Mark said eying her.

"No, you guys just don't like pigs, oink oink," Ash said.

"Haha, that is right. But we don't like nobody who ain't our own stickin their nose in our biz, get lost," Mark said.

"Mark, be nice! This is my friend Ash, she was on the streets with me."

"Then she should know better to come back. There are no friends for you here," Mark said.

"Fine, fine, I will leave. Jane, if you see him, come to here," Ash said giving Jane her business card.

"Alright, I shall Ash. See you around, you know where to find me," Jane said. Ash nodded and got on her bike and wheeled it around. She pedaled away as fast as she could, not wanting to be in that area any longer. Ash came to a stop at the busy intersection and waited for it to turn green, tapping the handles her bike in thought. It turned green and Ash pedaled forward, she heard the screech, a horn to late. She glanced to the side realizing a car had run the red light, a cop car in pursuit, and it was to late to move away. The car hit her straight on and for a moment she flew upwards and she came back down with a hard crash.

Ashlynn stared up at the blue sky, cloudless and beautiful. It was a warm day, with sunlight pouring unchecked. Today was band practice and tomorrow she had a concert she was going to preform, her first concert since becoming signed. Now it seemed to late. Her eyes started to blur and her eyes drifted shut.

"Hey, stay awake now! Miss stay awake!" Ashlynn was so tired, she had no desire to be awake. There was sirens in the distance, her heartbeat seemed so loud in her ears. Her eyes flickered open to see dark brown eyes staring worriedly into hers, she glanced over to see blood pouring out.

'To late, but why?' She glanced up at those eyes again. She tried to say why, but it didn't come out. Why did this had to happen? Even Mrs. Smith said she had something to do, something to achieve, and her instincts didn't warn her of approaching death. So why was she dying? Ashlynn closed her eyes, the sound of something roaring, like ocean surf, filling her ears, her heartbeat a drum, lulling her into eternal sleep.

Grey Havens, Middle-Earth, Year 1000

"Círdan! Círdan!" Círdan looked up from where he was talking to Olórin.

"What is it Aerdir?" Círdan asked. Aerdir came running in.

"We found an elleth, washed up on the shores! She is unconscious, but breathing," Aerdir explained.

"Let us go see this elleth," Olórin said, his curiosity peaked. They headed quickly to the healing rooms. Olórin observed the elleth as Círdan began to check over her with the other healers. Olórin observed the strange clothing on the floor next to her, her short strawberry blonde hair, her eyes closed, and the scarring on her arms.

"I know there are a lot of elves, but few with that hair color. I do not recognize this elleth," Olórin said.

"Neither do I. All we can do is wait for her to wake up, her mind and spirit feel damaged, but given a little time, she should wake up," Círdan said to Olórin.

"I think I will stay here till she wakes up, I want to hear her story," Olórin said to Círdan. Círdan nodded to Olórin.

"I will have a room prepared for you," Círdan said.

"Thank you, but that will not be necessary. I will wait here for her," Olórin said, sitting in the chair by her bed side.

"Let me know if she wakes up," Círdan said.

"Of course." Olórin sat and continued to study the elleth who lay in a deep asleep.

"What is your story?" Olórin asked her silently. Of course the elleth would not answer, she lay there asleep, oblivious to the world, her breathing deep.

Ashlynn groaned, feeling return to her body. She clutched at the sheets and her eyes snapped open. Her eyes first focused on the ceiling and noticed it wasn't tiled. She stared up at it in confusion.

"I am not at the hospital?" Ashlynn croaked out.

"Good you are awake, we were beginning to worry if you would never wake up," a kindly voice said to her. Ashlynn looked over to find an old man, in gray robes and a gray pointy hat. The old man offered her a glass of water and Ashlynn took it with relief, albeit her hands shook a little.

"Where am I?" Ashlynn said, after she took a sip of the water.

"You are in the Mithlond, you washed up upon the shore," the old man said. Ashlynn stopped sipping her water and stared at him, her mouth open.

"I was no where near the ocean, how did I end up in the water?" Ashlynn muttered to herself.

"What is your name child?"

"My name is Ashlynn, Ashlynn Flanagan," Ashlynn answered. The old man studied her carefully.

"Your name is not typical for an elleth," the old man, Olórin, said.

"I'm not an elleth. I'm human, just like you. Elleth, elleth, elves aren't real," Ashlynn snapped in disbelief.

"Then what about your pointed ears?" Olórin asked her carefully.

"I was just born this way, a genetic defect. My little brother, before he died only had one pointed ear, I was just graced with two," Ashlynn said.

"What was your mother's name?"

"I don't know. I never cared to find out," Ashlynn said, glancing away, her eyes darkening. She gripped the sheets of her bed and frowned. Olórin frowned at her as well.

"Well why don't we go to Imladris, there maybe Lord Elrond or Lady Galadriel might be able to help you. But first you need to get your strength back, before we leave for such a journey," Olórin said. Ashlynn glanced up and mouthed the two names, the names seemed familiar, but her she couldn't quite place where she heard them before.

"This has to be a joke, this has to be a dream," she muttered to herself.

"I can assure you Ashlynn, this is no dream," Olórin assured her.

"What is your name?" Ashlynn asked curiously.

"My name is Olórin. I will be right back, Círdan wanted to know when you woke up," he said to her. Olórin left the room and Ashlynn sighed, feeling like a hole in her chest.

"How do I prove this is not a coma? How-" Ashlynn questioned, but stopped, memories flooding back to her, of her being hit by a car. She chewed her bottom lip and shivered, rubbing her arms. She was not cold, but fear stirred inside of her. The car, the horn, the sirens, and then a white light, a voice. She tried to remember the voice, what it asked her of, but all she could hear was "choose." Ashlynn took a deep breath and relaxed.

"Let it come," she told herself. There was dark brown eyes staring at her, she remembered glancing over and seeing the blood and her eyes drifting shut and the roaring of the sea. She had felt so light then, light and she floated in a realm of pure light. It seemed like she spent years there, just floating in the light. Then, she, remembered finally ending up on fields of green.

"You are lost and now I have found you," a musical voice said. Ashlynn tried to focus on her voice, but she could only see a figure of light. It slowly came into focus and Ashlynn realized the voice belonged to a female. She had midnight inky hair and yet, it seemed to glitter with stars, her eyes were like shining stars, and her dress reminded Ashlynn of the pictures from NASA of galaxies and stars, and the universe in all.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I is not as important as you are, Ashlynn Flanagan. You have a choice before you, to go to the Halls of Mandos, or to be reborn again," she told her.

"The Halls of Mandos, is that like heaven?" Ashlynn asked. The woman smiled at her.

"In a sense, yes, all the souls of the Firstborn come to rest here for a time, before they are reborn," she answered her kindly.

"The Firstborn?"

"The elves, which you are one of them," the lady said.

"No I am not. I am human," Ashlynn asserted.

"In your world, the elves have long since died out. Your soul is a wayward soul belonging to this world that got lost, and I have been searching for you for a long time."

"Why search for me? I am not that important."

"Everyone is important, in the grand scheme of the cycle of life, every person, no matter how small their part effects the outcome of the world."

"If you had not died that day, the police officer would have never caught one of the biggest drug cartel leaders in your country. Your life will not be a foot note. If you had never lived there, the lives of the girls you have saved off the streets, would not have happened. One of the girls you saved will become a doctor and will eventually earn the noble peace prize for her efforts on creating a cure for aids," the lady explained. "Just because your life is only just a footnote, it has helped the universe flow through you. Now I need you to save someone for us. His part in this world is not done."

"So you are awake-" a different male voice spoke up, startling Ashlynn from her memories. She glanced up to noticed an elf with a white beard staring kindly at her.

"Uh, hello," she said, twisting the sheet in her hands.

"My name is Círdan. Olórin here said your name is Ashlynn Flanagan?"

"Yes, it is," Ashlynn answered. She glanced over to Olórin.

"Do you have a question for me Ashlynn?"

"What is the Hall of Mandos?" Olórin's expression seemed to turn more curious at the mention of the Hall of Mandos. Her voice turned into a whisper, "I was supposed to go there."

"The Hall of Mandos is where all the Children of Ilúvatar go to, only the elves remain for a time, before they are reborn or re-embodied," Olórin answered for her.

"This cannot be real, this doesn't happen on Earth," she said at last. Círdan glanced over at Olórin in concern over Ashlynn.

"My dear, this is very much real. You are here in Arda, here in Mithlond. This place is as much real as where you are from. If it gives you any comfort, I see you riding a strange contraption, among tall buildings. Your world is very strange to me," Olórin offered her. Ashlynn stared at him for a bit and tears slowly begin to pour down her face. She covered her face, trying to hide her tears. Olórin sat on the bed with her.

"There, there, it will be all okay," Olórin said trying to comfort her.

"I will never be able to return home will I," Ashlynn said between sobs.

"No I am sorry, I do not believe there is a way. Through death you came here and only through death you may be able to return," Olórin said quietly.

"I didn't want to die! There was so much left for me to do, so much yet to accomplish," Ashlynn sobbed quietly.

"Ashlynn, was does your name mean?" Ashlynn stopped crying for a bit at his question.

"My name is a messed up form of Aisling, which means dream," Ashlynn said at last and then explained, "My mother couldn't spell it right or pronounce it when she gave birth to me."

"Did your mother have pointed ears?" Olórin asked her.

"I don't know, she has been dead for many years," Ashlynn said with a shrug, her eyes darkening at the thought of her mother who died when she was ten.

"What about your father?"

"I have not spoken to my father in many years, I could care less about that ass. No I do not know their names, other than my last name is Flanagan. I have my birth certificate, but not on me, I hate looking at it," Ashlynn grunted out. She hated the idea that she was a child of convict and a junkie. Then again, that was hypocritical, because she had been a junkie. Ashlynn rubbed the scar on her arm not thinking, unconscious of the fact that she had drawn attention the giant scar.

"Can we stop talking about my family? I really don't want to acknowledge them, my mother and little brother is dead, my father is locked up some where, as far as I am concerned, Mrs. Smith who adopted me is my mother and her son is my brother."

"Alright, I promise to not ask you any more questions. Would you like a new name?" Olórin suggested.

"A new...name? Do I have to go through some legal process to change it?" Ashlynn asked, slightly in awe. She had wanted a new name, wanted to distance herself from her family originally, but the legal process was annoying to her, just like the rules and regulations that ruled her business.

"No you have no fees or process to go through, you can just choose, or ask someone to chose. Would you like an elvish name? It would make you fit in better with your fellow elves," Olórin suggested.

"I do not know elvish," Ashlynn said at last. Olórin gave he a smile.

"That is quite alright. I can give you one if you would like," Olórin said.

"Um sure, but I got to like how it sounds," Ashlynn said.

"How about Riressil?" Olórin suggested. Ashlynn shook her head no at that. Olórin continued to go through names before he finally suggested the one she liked.

"How about Faervel?"

"I like how that sounds," Ashlynn said with a grin.

Círdan who had remained quiet throughout the exchange spoke up then, "That is a strong name for one so young."

"What does it mean?" Ashlynn asked.

"It means Strong Spirit," Olórin said. Ashlynn smiled at this.

"I think that is rather accurate."

"My lords, we have a visitor," an ellon said walking in.

"Who is it?" Círdan asked.

"It is Lord Glorfindel of Imladris," the ellon replied. Olórin smiled at this.

"I was wondering when that rascal was going to show up," Olórin said with a grin.

" Aerdir, could you bring Faervel some soup? I believe she is hungry," Círdan asked. Aerdir looked startled and glanced at her. Ashlynn, no, Faervel smiled at Aerdir. He smiled and nodded.

"That I will do my lords," Aerdir said bowing. The three of them left the room and Faervel sighed, the silence of the room bothering her. Faervel glanced around her room for her backpack and found it. She opened it and smiled in relief at the familiar jeans and t-shirt. She quickly exchanged her dirty undergarments for clean ones and slipped into her familiar clothing and finally slipped on her sneakers. She went over to the table near the window and sat down.

"I brought you some soup and a bit of other – oh ! You are by the window, for a moment I thought you had left," Aerdir said. Faervel shook her head at this. Aerdir sat the food on the table and sat across from her.

"So your name is Faervel?" Aerdir asked curiously.

"Ah yes, it is," Aerdir smiled taking a sip of the soup. It was really good, but she had no idea what was in it. There was some green herbs floating in it. It seemed Aerdir was really curious about her and began to barrage her with a bunch of questions.

"What is your favorite activity?"

"I love to sing."

"What is your favorite song?"

"Magia, by Kalafina," answered Faervel truthfully. This drew a confused look from Aerdir.

"Could you sing a few lyrics for me?"

"Um sure, it goes a bit like this,-" Faervel sang quietly.

"You are a memory that continues to dream,
I am the sleepless tomorrow.
I will move forward in order to attain
the miracle of the two of us meeting.
What I hold in these frightened hands of mine
is a sword of handpicked flowers.
My feelings alone are all that I live for,
A wish that I brandish
with my heart."

"That is pretty good! I have never heard of that song!"

"It's not a song from my homeland, but from another country. That was just a translation, so it is not as good as the original," Faervel admitted, her singing had been a bit off she noted in frustration. She was usually right on with it, though she was no Lucy.

"How old are you?" Aerdir asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"I am thirty-five years old."

"Really? I would have mistake you for at least sixty. I just turned seventy years old yesterday," Aerdir answered. Faervel chewed her lip worriedly, not knowing how to react.

"What is the date today?"

"Oh! It is the 20th of June," answered Aerdir.

"The year?"

"Oh, well it is the year 1000," answered Aerdir looking at her worriedly.

"So I was born, on October 28th, the year 965," Faervel said thoughtfully, translating her birth date.

"I will have to remember that then!" Aerdir said and Faervel just shook her head.

"It is fine," Faervel said at last.

"Oh I should really late you eat! I will stop by later!" Aerdir said. Faervel waved at Aerdir as he left.

"For being seventy years old, you have as much energy as a twenty year old. I fear even with a name, I will always be different," Faervel said to herself. She picked up her spoon and began to work on the soup quietly. She tried what was obviously bread and really liked the seasoning with it.

"Man, if I had something like this bread in the bakery, I would have people swarming over it!" Faervel said out loud and she suddenly felt sad again. There was no way home, she had to wait until her life as an elf was over, even then, there was hardly a chance she could show up to her old bakery and be like, 'hey I am the founder!' She would never be Ashlynn Flanagan again, even if she carried who she was inside of her, her inner strength from what she had gone through. Ashlynn lost her appetite and stopped eating and turned her attention to the sky.

"Another diamond blue sky, with no cloud in sight, no clouds to darken my sunshine, my worries are blown away with the wind, burnt by the sun to ashes," Faervel sang to herself. She stood up and stretched, relief coursing through her as she went through the motions.

'I'm alive, somehow, in some distant land, or in some coma. The only thing I can do is just flow with it,' Faervel thought. Faervel thought about the lady she met in-between realms, she guessed, but she couldn't reach the memories anymore. Faervel sighed and scuffed her shoe in anger, before going on the floor and started doing push-ups, counting them out loud.

"One...two...three..." eventually she came to "ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred."

The door opened and Olórin came back in with Círdan and a blonde hair person she had yet to met. Her heart skipped a beat and an uncomfortable feeling settled into her chest.

"Didn't Aerdir bring you food?" Círdan asked.

"Yeah he did, one hundred and one, one hundred and two," Faervel continued to count. "I finished the soup."

"You should be resting," Círdan said.

"I have rested more than enough," Faervel stopped and moved so she was sitting up, looking up at the three before her. Her eyes coming to rest on the blonde haired elf whose eyes were narrowed at her. She glanced over back to Olórin and Círdan.

"Do you know how to ride a horse?" Olórin asked her.

"No I do not, never been near a horse in my entire life," Faervel said.

"I guess it is time for you to learn, we have a bit of a journey before we reach Imladris," Olórin said. Faervel sighed in defeat.

"By the way, are you going to introduce me to your friend?" Faervel asked.

"This is Lord Glorfindel of Imladris, he comes with some interesting news. Lord Glorfindel tell Faervel of your interesting visitor to Imladris," Olórin said.

"There is a boy named Lucian Smith in Imladris currently," Glorfindel said, his blue eyes dark.

"Does he have long straight blonde hair and bright blue eyes? Is he really tall?" Faervel asked Glorfindel.

"Yes he does look like that," Glorfindel said. Faervel grinned then, her eyes closing shut for a bit, relief flooding her. She opened her eyes and glanced at the males staring at her.

"You know this Lucian Smith?" Olórin asked.

"Yes of course! How else would I know what he would look like? He is my best friend in the whole wide world! So how long does it take to Mithlond to get to Imladris?" Faervel asked in excitement.

"It is a week long journey by horseback," Olórin said.

"You are going to Olórin?" Círdan asked him.

"I might as well spend time with Glorfindel and pay my respects to Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel, and Lord Celeborn," Olórin answered in kind.

"Get some rest my dear, a week long horse back journey with no experience is no laughing experience," Olórin ordered and the males once again left the room, leaving Faervel alone. Faervel looked out the window.

"Lucian, I am coming," she said as the wind blew by. "Just you wait!"