My one and ONLY disclaimer: I don't own anything, that won't change in the future chapters, so please don't sue me.

Hello everyone! I'm editing my story (which I put up here FOUR years ago!! Yikes. Time certainly does fly…) Regaining Control, because it needs it. Hopefully when I'm done, the writing will be more mature (not in content, just in quality).

Chapter One

Rhiannon Storms sat by herself in her living room, attacking a bottle of red wine with gusto. Halfway through, she was more than a little tipsy as she spoke on the phone to her best friend.

"Adam's getting out soon. I know. I know! I don't think he'd come back, though; I've got that restraining order. The most ridiculous thing is the very concept of 'good behavior'. How the fuck can you be 'good' in prison?! This justice system is so flawed… Be honest- do you think I'm in the wrong field?" Rhiannon paused, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"Sweetie, don't let him do this to you. He's not even here, and he's got you questioning your self! You spent the better part of ten years working on your law degree. Of course you're in the right field. " With a sigh, Rhiannon took in the rationality of her friend's words.

"Thank you…I can't believe you're not living here anymore! How am I going to make it through our shopping trips without your midway motivation?" Melissa giggled on the other line. "Somehow, I think you'll make it."

"You're right! I'm talking crazy, aren't I? I think I might have had a bit too much wine." Melissa's response was another laugh, one that made her best friend's head spin.

"Okay, I'm more buzzed than I thought. Gotta get to bed.. now." Melissa's tinkling laughter gave her memories of them living together, before Melissa moved out to live with her now husband, Matt.

"Alright, go to bed, you wino. I hope you have a nice morning!" Melissa spoke through the phone, and followed up with giggles.

"Ha ha ha, you bitch. I'm sure I will. Talk to you soon?"

"A-sap. Bye!"

Rhiannon stepped out of the steaming bathroom, her dark hair shining with condensing water droplets in her hair and her smooth mocha skin flushed from being pelted with hot water for thirty minutes straight.

'It's Friday night and all I'm doing is drinking, by myself, in my house.' She thought to herself. 'How pathetic can my life be?'

She knew her work was taking up too much of her life, but as a relatively new lawyer, she had to stay busy to learn as much as she could about the trade with as little tedious reading as possible. She felt she learned best when in the actual experience. She spent many of her school years wishing she'd lived in this time and that, to make learning about the incident easier.

'Although I did pass the Bar, so there's something to be said,' she reassured herself.

She looked around her bedroom, in the California coastal house that she had inherited from her grandmother. There were four bedrooms in the house, and after Melissa moved out, two guest rooms had been made available. Rhiannon stayed in the master bedroom, the guest rooms were the second smallest, identical rooms, and the smallest room stayed her office. It was piled high with papers and court minutes that she could learn from and use in future cases. She figured she would burn these piles when she ran out of wood for the master fireplace.

She placed the white gold chain her grandmother had given her on her vanity, and found an oversized tee and flannels for bed. She never wore anything sexy to bed; she thought that that was her time to be comfortable. If she felt like being sexy, she'd be sexy during the day. A cool spring breeze flew around her body, and she went to the window to close it. She looked up at the starry sky, and smiled. In California, you didn't always see the stars, but they were unusually bright tonight, and she could see Sirius, the dogstar, twinkling proudly. She picked the chain back up from the vanity, and ran her slender fingers along it until she found the charm. White gold, but inset with three stones : sapphire, emerald, and ruby. She liked looking at it, because it reminded her of when her grandmother explained it to her.

Blue for water, green for earth, and red for fire. That was to be her own special combination. She smiled at the memory of her grandmother, and closed the window. She climbed into bed and covered herself, trying not to let the spins from the wine get to her.

"I just wish I had something to help me get control… put some perspective on this crap," she sighed aloud, closing her eyes. She figured her sudden wave of dizziness was from the half bottle of wine she'd had.

Legolas, Elvenprince of Mirkwood, was running. Running, and he didn't know why. He stopped in a grassy, dew-dropped field, and dropped down on his back, not knowing what else to do. It was a waste of time to keep going, and he didn't know what he was running towards, or away from, in any case.

His impending rulership, the constant shadow which still yet hovered over his home, and the aftermath of the One Ring quest all weighed heavily on his mind. It was very rare for any Elf to lose self-control, and he was terrified that he was actually losing his mind. How many Elves could say they had been part of the pressure that he had? He was so needed in so many aspects, and he didn't know how he was going to fulfill his duties. He looked up at his favorite star, focusing on the bright spot in the sky to ask for help from those higher up.

"Handeleamin waanele. I only wish I had something to help me get control," he added in the Common Speech. He then closed his eyes, suddenly dizzy.

Translations:

Huo Elvea : Starlike Dog

Handeleamin waanele. : My intellect is passing.