Finding out where I belong [ A LOTR / Legolas Greenleaf fanfiction ]

3 To the Brandywine River and the King

I looked up to see if we had almost arrived, but of course my feet had other plans, and I stumbled over a large tree branch and fell down, my face in the midst of a puddle. ‘Edlynn, are you alright?’ I tried to sit up, spluttering, coughing and awkwardly laughing at the same time. Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin were laughing too now, and I felt the familiar heat rise to my cheeks.

I always blushed when I felt awkward or uncomfortable, or when I was just my clumsy self and did silly things, like trip over a branch. That morning, when I had woken up, I had screamed at first, not able to identify where I was. Then the four hobbits had come in, making me remember everything and blush like a tomato. Or at the breakfast, where I had been to shy too ask Merry to pass me the bread, so I had just reached out for it, pushing over the teapot and spilling all the tea over Pippin’s shirt. He hadn’t been angry at all, but I had still felt like an idiot.

I still couldn't quite understand what was going on with the whole 'Another World'-thing. The hobbits had told me a lot about the Shire and themselves, and even showed me, but it still seemed to surreal to be true. I tried to tell myself over and over that I was in another world, maybe another dimension or time something, and that provisional; I would have to deal with it, as there wasn't anything or anyone that could help me right now.

We continued walking, heading towards the Southern part of the Brandywine River, in the direction of Gondor, where we were going to meet this 'Aragorn, son of Arathorn, King of Gondor'. I had no idea who he was - every time I asked about him, Frodo had just smirked and said: 'I cannot explain him, you will understand for yourself once you meet him.' - but he sounded important, and I guessed that he meant a lot to the four hobbits I was traveling with.

Before leaving, Frodo had put some more ointment on the wound on my head, and it felt way better now. I guessed that he had exprience with healing, because I almost didn't feel the pain anymore.  Also, he had given me a hooded cloak and a dagger. The knife was small but sharp, had a brown hilt and scabbard, and a black blade. I guessed it could be quite dangerous, but the fact that I had no idea how to handle it lessened that a lot. The thought that I would have to use it somehow already scared me, and I just hoped that we wouldn't encounter any wild animals, or worse creatures.

The cloak was a mix between green and grey, came down to just under my knees and was warm and comfortable. Each of the hobbits had one too, which made me feel like I was one of them. I had to remind myself that that was ridiculous, because as soon we would meet this Aragorn, he would tell me how to go home, and life would go on, as if all of this had never happened. Right? But what if I’m meant to be here? Asked a little voice inside my head. What if I have a task to fulfill here? I can’t be sent to another world for nothing…

Then I suddenly remembered something. ‘The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams, my dear. Never let the sadness of your past and the fear of your future ruin the happiness of the present.’ That was something my mother used to say to me, I was sure of it. How could I have forgotten? It was the only thing, apart from her name, that I remembered: her everlasting hope. 'Lynn?’ I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Sam. ‘We’re here.’

I looked around and froze. Sitting on a tree trunk near the water, sat a man. He had middle-length dark hair that reached his shoulders, and was smoking a longish pipe from which a blue wisp of smoke came. The reason that I stumbled backwards, wide-eyed and shocked, wasn't the blue smoke though. It was the fact that this man looked exactly like an older version of Logan Nightingale, who had been my best friend since I was a toddler. He looked at me with the same keen, grey/blue eyes that seemed to go right through you, but were friendly at the same time, and raised an eyebrow. [ lolz I know that Viggo Mortensen and Logan Lerman don't look-a-like at all but they have to for the story okay :3 ]