((I guess I will continue on until someone wants to run into me in Lorien! *coughFaZcough*))

Luthien looked back at where the figure had been, but she was gone. "How strange," she thought, "but this is Middle Earth, worse things have happened!"

The riders returned to the path, and continued on in their trademark silence until Mirima spoke up. "So, what is this 'Canada' like? I fear I have never heard of it."

Luth paused, not sure how to answer. "Um, well...it is a friendly country. We are mostly known because it is cold in the winter season. So cold that the water in the lakes and rivers freezes. Then people go skating."

"How strange. Skating? What is this skating?" the Elf lady asked doubtfully.

"Oh, it is, um..." how to describe ice skates? "When people wear boots with sharp metal on the bottom, and run on the frozen water."

"And your people see this as fun?" Mirima seemed surprised.

"Well, yes. It is quite fun, actually. If you practice, you can glide and do all sorts of jumps and spins, sometimes to music."

Mirima's face lit up, "Oh, so it is like dancing on water that does not move! I would very much like to try this someday."

"Uh, perhaps." Luthien nodded, not sure how to tell her that Canada was not anywhere near Lothlorien. The group lapsed into silence once more, and Luthien began to feel a little stir crazy. Maybe there were others like her, that had travelled into M-e by accident. But, no, that was too far-fetched for even her imagination.

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"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

[OOC: Hope I'm not too late, but I'm just gonna jump right in here and try to catch up. ]

It was a typical day; the sun was hidden behind a thick layer of clouds which threatened to let loose a torrent of rain, and the air was very humid both inside and out.
Larael opened her bedroom window, and sat down at her computer while munching on a half-eaten piece of toast with butter. She typed in the web address for the AU forum. Immediately, a pop up window let her know that she had recieved 1 private message since her last visit, so she clicked on the HERE link to open up her mail.
That's odd, Larael thought, I've never met this person before... The person she referred to was a member by the name of M-E, and had not even posted once according to his [or her] profile. Larael read the message once and then again. It stated one simple question, "Would you like to go to Middle-Earth?" There was only one word at the bottom of the screen, "Go", and it was a link. Without wasting another second Larael clicked the link and then her computer screen went black.
A roll of thunder sounded just outside her window, followed by the sound of rain on the window pane.
"Bloody computer," Larael cursed, shutting the window just as the first raindrops began to fall. Glancing at the computer screen she let out a gasp and slid her chair away. Instead of being black as it had been a moment before the screen was now a dark, night sky dotted with stars, and the tops of trees could be seen above. Larael reached out a trembling hand and touched the screen.
She pulled back quickly as her hand slipped through the screen as if it were made of water.
What if, she thought, I could go all the way through to… the other side? Larael reached into the computer again causing ripples to break on the surface, Slowly her whole hand went in followed by her arm, and her head, till she found herself completely on the other side staring up at the night sky, and sitting in a basin full of water.
Climbing out of the basin she looked around at her surroundings marvelling at the height of the trees. They were huge, larger than any she had ever seen, with lights snaking through the leaves and branches. She turned back to the basin of water, but it was completely empty no longer reflecting the moonlit sky above. She traced the strange runes around the outside of the basin her breath fogging the insides.
A twig snapped behind Larael, and she froze.
“You dare touch the mirror of Galadriel, mortal!” came a shrill voice.

[OOC: So… sorry it’s long, but I’m trying to catch up. Anyone want to meet up with me in Lothlorien. Otherwise I’ll have to wing it on my own to Rivendell. ]

((Welcome Larael! I am in Lothlorien right now, just riding towards Rivendell. If you wanted to be a bit creative, you could find me!))

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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

[OOC: Cool Luthien! Just give me a sec...]

Larael turned slowly on the spot and found herself under the glare of one of the most powerful Elves in Middle-Earth, Galadriel.
She stared me down until I looked shifted my gaze toward the ground, though I could still feel her watching my every move.
"You are not the first mortal to enter my woods undetected. One other is here now, she goes by the name of Luthien, though she looks nothing like the Luthien of Arda's past. She was riding our horses with the other Elves the last time I saw her. It is getting very late, so she should be back soon," Galadriel said slowly, breaking the silence.
A spark of hope and excitement ignited inside Larael. The thought of another person just like her was very promising, and for some reason the name Luthien sounded awfully familiar.
"Thank you," Larael said looking down at her feet, "I think I'll just wait here for her to return. But in the meantime, you wouldn't happen to have an extra dress or something. I mean, I can't wander around with these on..."
"Wait here dear one, and I will send someone with a dress of mine own granddaughter's," Galadriel replied.

Later, after Larael had been clothed in the finest of Elven garments that she had ever seen, she sat down with an Elf of the wood to await the arrival of Luthien.

[Take your time Luth, I plan on having a conversation with this said Elf. ]

[OOC:Um, we're actually on horseback. Just a minor technical difficulty EDIT: Great! I will post a reply tommorow so you can talk to said Elf]

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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

[Ah, yes, didn't quite realise that. I'll edit my post.]

Ellethwen miraculously found her way out of Lothlorien without too much trouble, however, she was then facd with another problem-where she was supposed to go.

Sighing, Ellethwen decided on going to Rivendell. Only, she then realized a loack of food and no map, and had to go back into Lothlorien and get the needed items.

Finally, she set out on a long journey herself, feeling very odd and homesick. She wondered what was going on back home.

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Eruraina looked at Mel. "I already told them my name in Elvish..." she said, noticing she was shaking as well. She thought about asking for an Autograph, but Aragorn most likely wouldn't know what that was, and why she would ask for it...

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Elenriel and Legolas continued their journey to Rivendell. The mountain pass they were to take to enter the elven haven was just before them. Though the small group traveled swiftly along the road, their pace was more relaxed, but all kept a vigilant eye for trackers. If I am here, other A-Uers must have found their way to Middle-earth as well. I wonder where everyone ended up. she thought as they approached the mountain pass.

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Mel looked back at Strider and Halbarad. "May I have some stew?" she asked shyly. "I haven't eaten much since last night and it was a long walk to Bree."

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Brego rode along the border of Gondor. She was still in Jeans and a t-shrit but she stoped. She had never felt so good before and odd both at the small time. She rode on pushing the horse into the wood.

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Elenya still didn't know what to do as the day wore on. She paced, undecided. Finally she said to herself. "Ok, this is ridiculous. You're not getting anywhere here, so you might as well go someplace!" She walked out of a gap in the stone wall and set out down the grassy hill. <i>Maybe I could try to find the Shire.</i> she thought <i> If this is Middle-earth, that is.</i>

(OOC: I hope I can still join, I will start posting when someone says it's okay...)

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[OOC: Don't worry about it Lhun! I too just joined on the page before this. ]

Larael sat down next the Elf who had brought her clothes. He didn't speak, but he did glance at her in curiosity. He had brown hair and very deep brown eyes she noted silently.
Finally he broke the silence, "What is your name?"
"Larael," she said shyly, "And yours?"
"Dridhan. Where do you hail from Larael?" he asked.
"A place called England."
"I have never heard of this place. Is it close?" Dridhan wondered.
"Well... no, I don't think it's very close at all. Actually, it's part of another world," Larael replied uncertainly.
"A world made by Iluvatar?"
"Kind of, but we call Iluvatar a different name... in our own tongue," she said, her voice echoing through the woods.

"Um...Noo... How did they do that? Hey! I know who are you. Haldir, right?" FaZ said looking at the surprised elf. He quickly became serious again.
"Not your business, tell me who are you and what are you doing here. You seem to be... quite strange....your clothes..."
FaZ laughed. He took off his watch and gave it to Haldir.
"Catch it! but in return, you will introduce us to lady Galadriel and her husband ok? And please, put away your bow."
Haldir bowed and answered: "Follow me, my lords!". FaZ looked at Curu and winked.

Idril nodded to Elegost with a grateful smile, and bowed with an elegant sweep of her hand at the comment. "Why thank you, Milord..." she laughed slightly and smiled as they entered the Inn, now dressed in more proper attire.

For a moment she stared at the girls blankly, hardly believing her eyes that there were so many dropped in from her world, then had to hold back a laugh as she realized they were practically swooning over the ranger. "I go by Idril.... but on the forum I was Silmarwen Idril, or Dhodrimme, but please call me Idril..."

Aragorn stared at Mel for a moment, then the rest of the girls, turning his glance to Idril. "More of your.... kin?" He recieved only a nod, then remembering his manners he stood and bowed. "Welcome... to Bree. Pardon my manners, milady, of course I shall provide nurishment for guests...." With that, he called Butterbur over and made an order for more stew, politely offering the others a seat, though still giving them strange and wondering glances.

Idril sat down and pulled her feet up on the bench, resting her chin on her knees as she waited. This however, gained her puzzled glances, for such a position was nt natural for a lady. "Heck if I care, I'm already labeled different.... I'll just tell them it's a custom in my land..."

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