A/N: Fanfiction = means I have complete control… or do I? Mwahaha. Expect not all to be as it was. –says ominously while holding a flashlight under my face-

Pippin: She's so creepy when she does that.

I've updated almost about 5 stories in the space of 1 day & have 2 to go. Booyah. Also would like to thank Purduepup for pointing out how to get my chapters up since fanfiction messed up on me a bit.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or Inuyasha.

Inuyasha was pacing the floor. Kagome would never choose to return to her time. She was happy here, he'd heard her state that fact many a times. He may have been married to Kikyou, but something just didn't feel right in how coolly she'd said that Kagome had left them. It was like she could care less about Kagome, the one who'd granted her life! She'd shrugged and said that it was a woman's duty to follow her heart and that maybe Kagome had seen to follow her own, pointing out how brash Kagome was. But Inuyasha knew that she would never do such a thing. At one point he'd been on the verge of choosing Kagome until she'd refused him because he couldn't make up his mind. He was worried about his close friend.

As soon as his wife fell asleep that night Inuyasha took off for the woods, sniffing and hounding the faint trail of Kagome's scent. Sure it had been a few days, but it hadn't rained and he was able to pick up the scent rather quickly if he stirred up the right leaves or grass. What reached his nose was incredibly powerful magic, dark magic at that. What was worse, where he could smell Kagome he could also smell faint whiffs of his wife and there was no doubt in his head that the thrums of power that was coming off of the ground were from Kikyou.

Inuyasha's nose led him through the woods and he found a bit of fabric, part of Kagome's priestess attire that had been caught on a barb. She'd been running that much he could gather by how the leaves were trampled upon. He even found part of the strap to her sandal that had broken off. But there was no sandal to be found. Unlike most times where Inuyasha was brash he took his time and what patience he had to go through the woods tailing after that flowery smell he'd been so used to after these years.

When he came to the opening of the woods Kagome's scent completely evaded him. Like it had dropped off of the face of the earth. It was nowhere. There were a couple of other heady scents though that reached his nose. Inuyasha was hit with the stench of lots of magic intertwined with certain emotions. He could smell hatred and fear, most didn't know but demons could smell it when humans were feeling certain things. Hatred was more of a spicy smell whereas fear was a mixture of sweat and adrenaline. His eyes took in his surroundings and he noticed something entirely off. Where Kagome's smell disappeared a line of grass had been stripped away as if it had left with her. Inuyasha stood up and the ears flattened on his head.

He didn't like the signs of this. All signs pointed towards his wife having something to do with this and to be honest a part of Inuyasha wouldn't put it past her. He knew she didn't harbor any like towards Kagome no matter how hard the younger priestess had tried going out of her way to make friends with Kikyou. Besides, his wife was the one who'd stuck him to a tree.

Inuyasha straightened up and decided to go through that trail once more before speaking to Kaede. He needed her pearls of wisdom on how to confront Kikyou.

"Indeed the ground is covered with dark magic," stated Kaede as she inspected the ground. It had only taken an hour to bring the old woman here after his explanation. He'd even gotten lucky at running into Sango and Mirko who were returning from their honeymoon with smiles plastered on their faces that night hoping to sneak into their own hut and break it in… those smiles had fallen all too soon upon seeing Inuyasha's worried face. So he'd brought Kaede here riding his back and Sango and Miroku had come upon Kirara's back.

Miroku stroked his chin, face all seriousness. "A spell with time," he murmured recognizing it. "I've done a bit of reading on dark magic and this is reminds me of something I've read. It's been a while and I can't state for certain… but where the grass is missing points to transportation since its clean off the spot. I'm guessing time since Kagome isn't here."

Sango clutched onto the scrap of material that Inuyasha had given her. She'd had Kirara sniffing all about to no avail in hopes that she'd catch another scent. "Kagome wouldn't leave us," thundered Sango looking up at Inuyasha. She needed him to know what she thought. There was no way in hell the demon slayer was going to give Kikyou any slack. "Before we left she was talking to me about planting a garden and opening up a cleh-nek here," she couldn't remember how to rightly pronounce that place where the sick came to for help.

Inuyasha looked down guiltily at the ground until a faint whiff of wind hit his nose and his golden eyes flashed with betrayal at the woman he'd married who was staring at their group from across the grass under the light of the half moon. It appeared Kikyou had woken up. He saw no remorse in her eyes. No guilt. Just smug satisfaction at what had happened. "Why did you do it?" He asked her heading towards Kikyou. Miroku went to stop him but Sango held back her husband. This was between husband and wife. "Why did you do it?" He said once more, his voice rising with his anger. Oh that pretty little face of her's, how had she beguiled him into ignoring his friend? Why had he chosen this gilded image before him?

"I did it dear husband because she was no good."

"No good! She turned you human Kikyou," he growled out, coming to a halt when he stood less than a foot away from her.

"She didn't belong here," spat out the dark priestess. Her powers were a dark sinister purple glowing under her skin. Kaede blinked and was taken aback by the waves of evil coming from someone who'd once been so pure. It was quite a shock to see your elder sister, someone you'd admired, in such a state.

"Neither do you clay pot," shouted out Sango getting peeved off. This time her husband had to hold her back. Sango was half tempted to throw her boomerang at Kikyou and end it all, but that would do no good if Kikyou could bring her back.

"I have more right being brought in this era-"

"Fifty years ago you frigid ass bitch!" yelled Sango. Miroku never knew such language to come from his wife so he quickly covered her mouth and held her in his arms with his other hand hoping to keep her quiet. He did not want Kikyou to turn on his sweetheart and send her far away from him just when he'd made her his wife in all senses of the word.

"Bring her back," ordered Inuyasha, his eyes hadn't left Kikyou's face. He was losing control. Kagome was pack, she was part of his pack longer before Kikyou had re-entered the picture. Kagome was like his little sister and he really did care for her and love her in a fashion.

"I can't," she said in a cattish manner with a smile lighting up her face like a child who'd found something fun to play with. She laughed with glee and put her hands to her face enthralled in the humor of it all. For a moment all thought that Kikyou had lost her mind, and it may be that she just had. "I banished her entirely from this time. Banishment spells can never be broken."

Inuyasha felt a shiver run down his spine and his claws shot out. If his wife knew what was best she would pay heed to his commands and at least try to summon Kagome back from wherever she'd sent her. "She can't even speak her own language! Far, far, far away," she sang spinning around with quite a crazed look in her eyes. "Another time and another place. The dark one has sent the one of light away." Inuyasha jumped upon Kikyou knocking the air out of her as he hovered over her body growling, hands gripping onto the white of her priestess attire. Red stripes had sprouted over his cheeks. If someone didn't do something soon he'd rip her head off even if she was his mate.

"Ye forget something though elder sister," called out Kaede hobbling on her crutch as she peered out with anger at Kikyou who was squirming to get up from under Inyasha. For someone to make Kaede miffed at them was saying something for that old woman was as sweet as a hen unless you bothered her chicks. "Kagome is stronger than ye sister and has bent time to her will before." It was a fact that needed no changing. Kaede had felt strong powers from Kagome before and had enough reason to believe that not only did time wrap around her and transport her, but that Kagome might possibly be able to control time itself for she was timeless, neither belonging to here nor there. That girl had a destiny, she'd established that much upon helping defeat Naraku and getting rid of the jewel. Nothing so small as a permanent banishment spell could keep Kagome hindered in its bindings. She would break free. There was no questioning it. "I have no doubt that she may do it once more."

Kagome still held Aragorn's face in her hands and was steadily gazing upon him, wondering why he was looking so intently back. Then again, she was staring at him so. She felt warmth grace her cheeks when he said that he believed her, for some reason it felt much better knowing that Aragorn accepted her words for truth. "Will you still help me get home?" Kagome asked looking at him through those long sooty eyelashes. She may have been here for a while, but her heart was aching for what she considered as home. Poor Shippo must be worried with tears with no one to welcome him home unless Kikyou lied to him. Kagome wouldn't put it past her since she'd sent her this far back into the past.

Such a look of gloom passed over her eyes that Aragorn reached up and placed his calloused hand over the frail one lying on his face. Kagome's heart skipped a beat at his action. "My lady I promised to get you home and that's what I'm going to do." And the door flew open to reveal three happy hobbits, their faces were sent to immediate shock upon the tender scene, and Aragorn and Kagome sprouted apart like two teenagers caught tousling in the hay. Kagome laced her hands together and looked at the blankets with a blush on her face. Aragorn cleared his throat and gave a weary smile at the hobbits hoping they'd drop the matter for he was just as flustered as Kagome. Of course they didn't.

Merry had quite the smug look on his face, an identical one to his cousin Pippin. Sam looked as bashful as Kagome, his hands covering his eyes in embarrassment. Kagome may have felt like the brood were her own, but in that moment both Kagome and Aragorn felt like strangling Pippin. He cheerfully said with his light lilting voice and a twinkle in his eye, "We weren't interrupting anything were we?"

Kagome no longer wore that strange male garb. She could've dried out her old clothes by now, but she figured as long as she was in this time she might as well fit in, so she'd stuffed her clothes from home in a bag the elves had given her along with the more rustic male attire. They were quite a gracious type of people. Kagome wondered why she didn't see elves in the future, but then again she'd never seen a demon in the future so maybe they were hiding. Kagome brushed aside her hair with her fingers so she could see and straightened her dress. Doing all the little actions a woman did as she smoothed out the creases and tilted her head to look in the mirror, spinning around to make sure she looked okay. It was a normal green dress with slits up the side so she could move and run. She'd also been supplied a comfy pair of boots that weren't too big like the pair that Aragorn had given her. Kagome blew out a stream of air that pushed aside her bangs. She'd gotten onto Aragorn to make himself presentable as she'd gotten onto the rest of the hobbits. They'd all obligingly taken the soap to their faces after threats of being purified… though they had no idea that Kagome couldn't hurt them, but she wasn't about to let them know that.

So when Kagome followed Gandalf towards the meeting place, where a group of men were gathered, she halted in her steps taking in the sight of a clean shaven Aragorn. That scruffy grease haired man looked so different… and disturbingly handsome. His hair was brushed back, no tangles or knots, his face held no more stubble or dirt, and even his posture seemed to have cleaned up with a bath. When he glanced over his shoulder and caught the eyes he felt upon himself he stared back. Kagome in a form fitting dress. No baggy foreign clothes nor male's attire. She looked the picture of beauty. He broke away from talking with Boromir to head towards her when both he and she were intercepted. Aragorn was stopped by Arwen, who'd been 'casually' walking by since she wasn't invited to the council that was to be held. Kagome was interrupted by a blond elf that Aragorn knew to be named Legolas, a prince from Mirkwood who was curious at the newcomer. Rumors had reached the others that a foreign time traveler was among them. Kagome's eyes met Aragorn's over the shoulders of Arwen and Legolas, he cast her a quick smile before turning to listen to Arwen talking.

Kagome looked up at the eager silver eyed elf in front of her. "Are you the fair lady who travels through time?"

"Yes, but I actually have a name," she commented a little tartly. The elf ducked his head in apology. She offered her hand out to him, to which the elf stared at it blankly for a moment. He'd seen men shake hands but never a woman offer a hand shake. Most of the time they curtsied or were demure and quiet. He reached out and accepted her hand, surprised when he felt strength under those small calloused fingers. Whomever this woman was she was stronger than she appeared. Her fingers looked like the hands of an archer, then again, a bow was slung over her shoulders so it more than likely wasn't there as decoration. "Kagome Higurashi. And you are?"

"Your humble servant, Legolas Greenleaf." He had all the airs and nobility of someone of high class. He certainly was a charmer.

Kagome stole a peek of the woman who was thoroughly engrossed with speaking to Aragorn. "Who is that woman? She's very beautiful," she murmured looking at the downy brown hair and the bright pale skin. Two lips hued a peach color. She looked a bit like an angel.

Legolas followed the trails her eyes made and his own pupils lingered a bit on Arwen. She was one of the great beauties within the world of elves. Her kindness rivaled her looks. "Oh, she is Princess Arwen of Rivendale." Kagome's eyes bugged out. She'd met royals before many a time in the Feudal Era. She just wasn't so used to being so friendly to one. She'd nodded her head at Arwen within the hallways, but hadn't really paid her much attention.

"I want to introduce myself to her, but I don't know if I should bow or curtsy. I've always been bad with royals," she admitted remembering how she'd first met the great Lord Sesshomaru. He'd wanted to kill her. Legolas had a good chuckle at her expense. Kagome's bright blue eyes landed on him with a raised brow. "Did I say something funny Legolas?"

Legolas nodded his head. "You need not bow or cursty. You've already met a few royals and you seem to be doing fine with them."

"Oh yeah," she said, eyes scanning the group wondering which other royals she'd bumped into. No one looked particularly regal, well, except the elves but they were just incredibly otherworldly. Were any of those beings clumsy? "Like who?"

"Myself m'lady," said Legolas giving her a rueful smile and a little bow. "Prince of Mirkwood." The look that crossed Kagome's face made Legolas's mouth burst with mirthful laughter. He briefly wondered what she'd do if she realized that the once messy ranger Aragorn was actually the heir to Isildur's throne. Oh he hoped he was there to see that little scene should it transpire.

Kagome was the only female allowed at the council because of her foresight; though she didn't know their future she was a testament to the possibility of them succeeding. She knew not of orcs in her world so things could go well, they just had to believe in it. However, Gandalf had stated to them that time may not be a fixed spot, that even her being in the past could change things for the better or the worse. He was a wizard who knew not the effects of time; it could be that Kagome's being in the past might actually be the reason for her future. Time was something that wizards couldn't dabble in because it was impossible for them to know what was to come.

Kagome sat on the other side of Frodo next to the elves, including Legolas. The priestess couldn't keep her eyes from flying up though to glance at Aragorn every once in a while who sat right across from her. She was still astounded at the transformation. Who would've thought under all that dirt was a full blown hottie? He gave her a catty wink that made her stick her tongue out at him. "Are you good friends with Aragorn?" Legolas asked from his spot next to Kagome as they waited for Elrond to speak. He was curious about the female friend that Aragorn had, for all Legolas's life he'd never known Aragorn to take to female friends aside from Arwen, but that had been because she'd been a love interest. Had this woman perhaps turned Aragorn's head?

"Friends, his favorite nuisance, same difference," she said with a snicker earning a soft chuckle from the elf beside her at not ony the oxymoron from her lips but the oxymoron she was. An immortal mortal like Aragorn who wasn't from this time and yet was stuck here. "What about you? Do you know Aragorn?"

"I do m'lady. He's a singular fellow. Not many are aware though that he is…" Upon seeing her curious eyes the elf bit his tongue. It wasn't his secret to reveal. "Well, he's far different than you would suspect," he said patting her hand with his own neither knowing that Aragorn was watching their interaction with studying eyes not knowing why he was doing it other than curiosity. He was half waiting for her to trip over her words and gripe at something like she'd been doing.

Elrond finally made his way to the center of attention. Kagome could tell that he was a good leader from the amount of people who allowed him to speak his peace. If he was anything but a good leader people would've been talking over him and not cast him a second glance. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old…" Kagome vaguely recalled the opening of Anthony's speech about Caesar from school and a Shakespeare class. School felt like eons ago though to her. That didn't stop Kagome from having to hide the laugh that wanted to escape her. It would not bode well to be reprimanded in a council over something so important. She listened, hoping to glean from this council more information on what was happening in this time period that she'd stepped into. Kagome was shocked to find that not only did hobbits and eves exist, but dwarves did as well.

When Frodo brought forth the ring Kagome felt lightning shoot up her back as she felt an aura of energy thrumming off of the ring. Suddenly the air seemed tenser all because of this little jewel sitting near them. Boromir was the first one to get up, standing and getting closer to the ring as he spoke about how they could wield its power for good. Kagome knew how hard it was to wield a jewel for good when so many wanted it. This ring hadn't been made like the Shikon no Tama, this wasn't a pure jewel, it was tainted and Kagome could feel the power rolling off it in waves.

"He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn." Kagome's attention was snapped to Legolas standing up and she wondered what was happening. The elf couldn't keep his tongue to himself when someone was slandering a most trusted friend."You owe him your allegiance."

"This is Isildur's heir?" That definitely hit something in Kagome as she straightened up in her seat and cast Aragorn a bewildered look. There was no way! This smelly, cankerous, silent, man was a prince? "Gondor has no king," retorted Boromir. A KING? This whole time lord smelly had been a king! She openly gaped at him from her spot and Gandalf had to reach over and pop her mouth shut for her. Suddenly the little fellow, the dwarf thing, got up and raised his axe trying to break the ring, but that only made Kagome flinch. She felt the pain of the ring forcing itself on both her and Frodo. The hobbit was the one who'd had the most contact with the jewel, especially through Bilbo, and Kagome was one who'd wielded a jewel or equal power. She grasped onto her stomach and wasn't able to shake the feel of being watched off of her. Visions of Naraku flashed in her head from the leer of his sinister smile to his bone curdling laughter. It seemed to bring up every bad memory she had so that she spaced out during the council.

The energy was spiking. Within mere minutes everyone was roused into arguments and petty squabbling over who would take the ring and destroy it. Frodo and Kagome could both tell that the ring was the cause of it all. The ring was doing it to them, just like the Shikon no Tama did, it attracted danger. Kagome felt the power attacking her in the most hurtful of manners, ambushing her pure aura like she was a heady meal before its ravenous teeth. She drew her knees to her chest in self defense, trying to shield herself from it, and the energy under her skin began to expand in response to the evil of the ring. Like with the Shikon jewel she wasn't drawn to this thing. If anything this jewel repelled her and made her fear something awful. Kagome's hands clamped over her ears, hearing some strange voice hissing at her. Why couldn't anyone else hear it? She glanced over to see that Frodo was somewhat in the same painfully transfixed state as she. She caught a faint whisper from Frodo as he murmured, "I will take it." No one would be quiet though, everyone continued to argue like children. And the hissing in her mind continued mixing in with all of her bad memories. Kikyou's threats, Inuyasha's yells, Naraku's laughter…

Kagome wanted it to be silent. "Shut up," she whispered quietly, her hands moving from her ears, palms facing the ring. That evil voice in her head chuckled and laughed at her torture. Kagome knew she'd never been schizophrenic before so this had to be the ring's power. She glowered at it. "Shut up," she said as the pink energy glowed on her skin suddenly and shot out at the ring. The tension quickly ebbed away as a silent hush stole over the entire group. Kagome's body was still thrumming a pink hue as her hands sank to her lap. She felt the headache leave her and looked ashamedly down at her dress before saying, "Frodo wanted to speak."

"What was that?" Boromir asked astounded at the power that had come from the little woman in their circle.

"That was peculiar that's what it was," stated Gimli.

"Is she a wizard?" Legolas asked.

Kagome shook her head. "No… a priestess. But listen up, Frodo has something he wants to say," Kagome stated leaning up from her seat to look expectantly at her friend. They were both small people so they had to look out for each other. Kagome got up and strode over to Frodo, placing a gentle encouraging hand on Frodo's shoulder.

He knew she would be there for the whole journey if he needed it and so the hobbit said, "I will take the ring to Mordor, but I'm going to need help."

The rustle of her dress stirred up the leaves along the stone floors of the kingdom as she walked along the halls, eyes glancing outside at the beauty and splendor that was Rivendale. The birds were singing their last songs before night came. Everyone was getting ready, including Pippin, Merry, and Sam who'd snuck into the council. Truth was that she'd told them where it was going to be since she knew how it felt to be considered the pack mules. She wasn't going to leave them out of anything. Kagome leaned against a banister and sighed before breathing in the sweet scent of the falling leaves. It was so beautiful here. Why did something far away want to destroy this place?

And then Kagome caught the faint sound of voices. Two voices, male and female. Aragorn's she could distinguish as he spoke with a woman. She'd heard that voice another time. Arwen. Kagome shouldn't have but she crept along the windows until she spied the duo under an arch awning covered in ivy. Arwen sat down speaking to Aragorn who had his back turned on her and though they spoke in another language Kagome could still understand it perfectly.

Aragorn was reaching up to his neck and taking off the necklace Kagome had caught sight of a few times. He turned around to kneel and hand it to Arwen. "The necklace I gave you," she whispered remembering how many years had passed since she'd last seen him. She'd given it to him as a token of how much she cared for him. Kagome bent down so no one could see her, and sat against the wall just under the window that overlooked where Aragorn and Arwen were. She wasn't going to move just yet in case they overheard her. It was surprising they hadn't heard her approaching.

Aragorn closed her hands over it and murmured, "I must return it to you."

"No, it was a gift." Oh Kagome knew that tone of voice. She'd used that biting cold tone on Inuyasha countless times in the past.

"Arwen, I don't want you to sacrifice your immortality-"

"I already have. What's been done is done and nothing can change that," stated Arwen. Kagome realized suddenly this was a lover's spat. Well, this certainly explained the girl-y necklace. But why would it make her lose her immortality? Does her immortality come in a necklace? Kagome wrinkled her brow at that. This time made absolutely no sense to her.

Aragorn almost growled out in anger. Talking to Arwen was like talking to a brick wall, she could be such a princess sometimes stating what she wanted without worrying over the repercussions of what could happen. Didn't she see that this had been a strain on him? He was still affected by her beauty, by her words, but he was older now. Aragorn may still have a soft spot for her, but he'd learned with time that it could slowly ebb away. "Arwen, ahead of us is this quest. Your people are leaving as I leave out tomorrow to destroy this ring and we may not even succeed," he said trying to get the point to her. The fact that he was finally able to hold himself up without turning into a puddle before her was saying something. Though when she was looking up at him with those doe brown eyes he was hard tempted to recall everything they'd been to one another.

Kagome's hands covered her mouth to keep her from standing up and arguing with them. She could understand both sides of the coin. If Aragorn and Arwen had been in love before, and obviously they still had feelings for each other, than why couldn't he give them a chance. Then again, Kagome knew all too well that falling for someone while you had a quest to tend to didn't always work out. Strains pulled on you from all sides and more than often it distracted you from doing something that you could've benefitted from. How many times had her temper with Inuyasha driven her to the springs and away from their shard hunting? How many times had she been kidnapped because she'd been angry at Inuyasha?

Arwen held up the item to him. "I gave it to you," she enunciated.

"And I'm giving it back," he replied. Arwen stood up suddenly and went to Aragorn, tugging on his arm. She stood up on the tips of her toes and planted one right on his lips kissing him for all she was worth as she forced the necklace into his hand. Upon hearing the silence Kagome peeked over the edge of the banister. Her eyes widened and her cheeks pinked up at the fact that she was intruding on their moment. Quickly the little priestess paid no never mind to them hearing her and stole away. Aragorn was the only one to hear someone's soft footfalls as he did everything in his power to fight against what his body had missed and to pull away from what he was used to now. He tore away Arwen and glanced down at the crystal necklace within his calloused hands. Such a thing of beauty didn't deserve to be there. He reached out and took her in his arms, looking down at her with serious eyes as he muttered, "I'm sorry Arwen, but I'm no longer for you, nor nobody else." Aragorn left her there under the awning, it wasn't until a good many minutes had passed that the princess realized someway or somehow that sneaky ranger had slipped the necklace back in her pocket. Tears rolled down her cheek as she sat back down on the bench and feared that she'd lost him.

Why did she feel sick to her stomach at that display? Kagome kept on walking around the palace, going as far as her feet would lead her until she came to be standing under a great many trees near a chuckling river. Kagome crumbled, her knees going under her, and sat down on the pebbles near the river. What was she doing here? She was stuck with a dirty royal who rarely bathed, a wizard who had no problem with giving out his opinion to everything, and a group of hobbits who wanted nothing more than to return to home as well. She enjoyed their bunch, but was she really ready to help someone with another quest? Hadn't she already finished one? Why were the fates being so cruel and placing her in the lines of another one?

Suddenly a voice broke her reverie making her bristle at his accusing tone, "I thought someone was listening on us." Kagome spun around, bright shiny blue eyes looking up at Aragorn with faint tears coating her face and lashes. Aragorn suddenly felt as if he were the one intruding now.

"I'm sorry Aragorn. I swear it was by accident," she hastily said, but then stopped and couldn't get anymore words out as she began sobbing.

Aragorn came to kneel down onto the pebbly outline of rocks that lay about near the river. His hands reached out and he awkwardly grabbed Kagome, pulling her to lean against his side. A comforting hand splayed across her arm holding her to him. "What is making you cry so my lady?" Kagome wiped at her face but the tears wouldn't stop.

Kagome tried to shy away from the conversation and her problems to profusely apologize again, "I'm sorry for interrupting you and your girlfriend-"

He didn't know what the word girlfriend meant, but he was pretty sure he understood her meaning. He also could tell when someone was avoiding talking about something as she was. He hadn't sat and listened into a bunch of conversations for nothing. "Nay Kagome, Arwen and I are no more." Kagome found that hard to believe with that kiss playing over and over in her head. If she'd had stayed longer though she would've seen how serious he was. "We differ on certain things..." He left it at that. "Now, you were going to tell me about why you're crying."

"I don't remember agreeing to this," she retorted with a faint laugh. At least she wasn't sobbing anymore. Just a few trailing tears, but nothing absolutely gut wrenching as the sight he'd stumbled across when he'd followed after the one spying on his moment with Arwen.

He moved his head so she could see the raised brow he was giving her. Finally Kagome sighed and rolled her eyes knowing that he would be relentless until she let this off her chest. "I don't know why I was sent here of all places," she whined, sniffling a time or two in a very unladylike manner. She sure wasn't a princess.

His grip on her tightened and he let Kagome lean against him, her tears wetting his shirt. It felt oddly nice to have the girl there beside him, but she depended on him for everything now in this time, even if she was a mite annoying at times. Who'd ever have thought he'd strike up a friendship with this petite foreign thing? "Maybe it was for a reason."

"Yeah, so Kikyou could have the life I'm supposed to have," she snapped sarcasm dripping in her voice.

"Come my lady, you need rest, food, and a bunch of merry hobbits to convince you otherwise," commented Aragorn, rising to his feet and pulling her up alongside him. His long fingers caught hold of her and steadied her wobbly feet. Their eyes locked and for the life of her she couldn't look away, like she was ensnared in a trance. Aragorn reached out to brush aside a lock of hair.

"I just want to get home Aragorn," she murmured just as Legolas came out and interrupted them.

"Aragorn, Lady Kagome, Gandalf wishes to speak with thee," said the elf nearing them. He paused in his footing to spy Kagome's bright pink cheeks as the two broke apart from where they'd been standing rather close just moments ago. "Am I interrupting anything?" He was the second person to ask that within these last few days so the apples of Kagome's cheeks became even brighter than a pair of cherry tomatoes.

Kagome shook her head. She knew she found Aragorn handsome, even admired the guy, and found him passable, but friendship was all she could afford with him and she worried that even that wouldn't bode well for she would be leaving as soon as she could. Like she'd stated earlier, she didn't belong here. As Aragorn turned eyes upon Kagome his face was one of complete horror.

"Kagome," he cried out and she opened her eyes wide to stare back at his face that was fraught with worry. Even Legolas appeared to be freaking out if that could be possible for an elf.

"My lady!"

"What? What's happening?" Kagome asked glancing back and forth between the two. Was she breaking out? Was there something on her face? This sure as hell wasn't funny and she could feel her heartbeat picking up with fear.

"Kagome, look at your hands," ordered Aragorn, unable to pull his eyes away from Kagome. She glanced down and saw right through her hands to the ground. She was fading away right before their eyes. Aragorn reached out for her, gripping onto her elbows to keep her in place, Kagome's own hands gripped onto his elbows as well. What was happening to her? "Quick! Fetch Gandalf," called out the mortal to Legolas. Without further prodding the elf prince spun on his heel and took off towards the stone structure that was the castle of Rivendale. "Kagome what's happening?"

"I don't know. Whatever it is I don't think I'm going home though," she said as the tears came once more trailing down her face. She felt the tug of time pulling at her now full force, but she couldn't feel the tug of time pulling her towards the Feudal Era. Some how she knew it wasn't going to pull her there. Aragorn held tighter onto Kagome and the last thing she remembered was him pulling her to his warm chest just to keep her there for he knew not what else to do. But the thing was, he was trying his hardest to protect her no matter how hard she made it. Kagome clutched onto his shoulders and laid her head on his chest worriedly. Why was she leaving again? Where was she going? "Aragorn, I'm scared of-" But her words disappeared along with her as Aragorn found himself clutching nothing but air. He looked around, but the only thing he could find that his little friend had been there with him were the wet tears that soaked his clothes. His eyes raised up to find Gandalf standing with Legolas from where they'd seen what had transpired. Even the hobbits, Boromir, and Gimli had joined along in the chase to save Kagome who was part of their newly established Fellowship.

Everyone stared at where she had been, Aragorn's hand moving through the air where she'd been standing in a full body. What had just happened?

A/N: Thank you Doctor Who for hitting me with a little idea. Oh, no worries, this is a crossover for just two things, no thirdsies. Just Lord of the Rings and Inuyasha. And this is strictly Aragorn and Kagome pairing. ^_^ Hope you enjoyed.