At last! The first chapter… aha…

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Anypoo, here is the tale of our dear elf-friend, Alexis and her adventures in Middle Earth post-war.

Enjer

Chapter One – The Red Book

The rain was letting up at last. Alexis stood with her forehead against the large window in the sitting room, gazing unseeingly out at the green English countryside beyond. Her mind was worlds away. Namely, in Middle Earth. Memories of her grand adventures, of her wondrous friends … they danced before her like moving pictures. And with every bitter heartbeat, she thought achingly of the elf prince who had stolen her heart.

"My dear girl," came a soft voice behind her – the Professor. She looked round at him dismally.

"What on Earth is this melancholy that's affected you?" He asked, lowering himself to sit beside her on the window seat.

"I'm afraid that's just it, professor," she confessed, breathing out a heavy sigh. Dark curls fell into her face, covering her lonely grey eyes. "This Earth. England. The here and now." She gestured out the window. "How can I be satisfied in this world when I belong in another?"

The Professor searched her eyes but said nothing.

Alexis sighed again and leaned on the window pane once again. "I am sorry, sir," she said in a resigned tone. "I know that to anybody save Lace and I, it is only a story. Actually," tears welled in her eyes. "I'm beginning to wonder … if it isn't only a story."

But the Professor looked at her for a moment longer, then held a finger up before leaving the room. He returned a moment later holding a large, red, leather-bound book. He handed it to her and said, "I think it is time you saw this. I wrote your stories down because they were familiar. I had heard it before!"

Curious, she opened the book to the first page and read out: "There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins. And the Fall of the Lord of the Rings, by Frodo Baggins …" she looked up at the Professor with wide eyes. "What is this?" She demanded

"An old tome.. it is called the Red Book of Westmarch, handed down through time by Samwise Gamgee. This is where I have gotten all my information on Middle Earth and its doings." He tapped a finger on the book. "It is not just a story, Alexis. It is truth. And if you search these pages, you will find yourself and Lace have been written among the stories …" His face crinkled into a smile. "With love."

Alexis turned the pages and ran her fingers along them, her heart racing. Here was a piece of her old world, the one she knew she belonged in. She closed her eyes tightly and held it to her chest.

"Can I show this to Lace, Professor?" She asked.

There was no answer.

She opened her eyes. "Profess…?" She trailed off and stopped dead. Her breath fell away.

She stood alone on a grassy hill, her arms folded into her chest with no book in them, overlooking a grand city that was built of white stone, into the mountainside. A warm wind tousled her curls. She could not believe it … that city was surely …

"Minas Tirith!" She cried, her voice lost in the vastness of the fields. She jumped into the air, throwing her hands up into the sky. "Could I have gone mad?" She said with a giggle. "Or am I really in Middle Earth once more?" Shock and happiness swelled in her belly, making her feel hot in the face. There was no rainy England here – it was a warm summer afternoon in Gondor.

A sudden pounding on the ground behind her startled her out of her dreamy state. She spun around. Below the other side of the mountain swarmed a cloud of horsemen, riding up right towards her.

"The Rohirrim?" She murmured. Her hypothesis proved correct as the drew near, the flags of Rohan flying high above them. They stopped to circle her just as they had done long ago when she was once travelling with Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli.

"Well, well," said a familiar voice. The leader of the Rohirrim rode forward on his steed. He looked different than she had ever seen him: softer, more at peace, and yet stronger and more authoritative. He was dressed in fine splendor. But there was no mistaking Eomer.

"Look who has mysteriously appeared." He looked at her sternly for a moment, and then a smile lit up his features. Alexis laughed with him as he dismounted and walked forward to embrace her. "What are you doing about alone in these fields?"

"I should ask the same of you," she replied.

Eomer looked proud. "I am king of Rohan," He said with a warm smile as he held her at arm's length. "We have matters of diplomatic importance with King Elessar."

Alexis laughed jovially, pushing her hair back behind her ears. "King!" She said and then stepped back from him to bow. "Congratulations are in order then, I think!" She looked back up at him and hesitated, feeling awkward. She wanted to ask him ….

"What is it, my Lady?" He said, as the other horsemen looked on around them.

"Is … is everyone alright? Where is … er, everyone?" She asked, meaning Legolas.

Eomer scratched his beard. "I'm not certain of the whereabouts of all of your companions. It is my knowledge that the Halflings and the Wizard travelled back to their Eastern lands. Of course you know where Aragorn is. His sturdy companions are with him as well."

Alexis brightened up, looking back twards Minas Tirith. "You mean they are there?"

He nodded "Yes, the Dwarf, as well as the Elf and his new bride."

Her heart stopped beating. She died. Or disappeared. Or something. She felt cold and numb. Did she really hear him correctly? "B-bride?" She stammered, her eyes wide. She could not tear them from the horizon.

"Come," Said Eomer, not catching her sudden change in demeanor. "You shall ride with us to Minas Tirith."

As she climbed on the back of his horse, she was suddenly not so sure she wanted to be back in Middle Earth.

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