I've daydreamed about Rivindel, although I own none of Tolkien's characters. Some, it seems, deserve more credit than they are given. Enjoy.

The beauty of the Elves' singing was unequalled, as far as I knew. As I raised my hands above my head, I began to twirl, out of sheer joy and delight at the enchanting music. My foot caught on a rock that was embedded in the ground, and I fell forward, biting my lip.

"Are you alright," I heard someone say. I didn't recognize the voice, so it couldn't be Elrond, Strider, or the hobbits.

"I'm... I'm fine."

"Here, let me help you," the voice said again. As I stood, I found myself looking at a man with copper hair and brilliant blue eyes that smiled with humor.

"It's not funny! I bit my lip."

"I'm sorry, miss. Come. Let me show you to my room, and you can clean up before supper."

As we walked through the halls, I introduced myself.

"I'm Alexis. I came with the hobbits."

"My name is Boromir. How do you like Rivindel so far, Alexis?"

"Where do I begin? I could spend my entire life here, and I would never grow tired of its beauty. It seems like the walls themselves have been made out of woven willow branches, the ceiling as well."

"Yes, I believe that your description just about covers this place."

"Well I would hope so! There is really no other way you could describe Rivindel."

"I agree, Alexis."

I found Boromir's room to be fashioned much like my own; a bed, a wardrobe for clothes and cloaks, and a window overlooking the courtyard where Frodo, Strider and Gandalf were supposed to meet in the morning.

"Please, sit," Boromir offered, gesturing towards his bed. Once seated, I ran my fingers through the fur blanket that was draped over the foot of the bed. Boromir sat down as well, holding a brush.

"What's that for?"

"Well, you can't very well go to supper with your hair in a mess, now can you?"

I smiled slightly as he began to untangle my long, black hair. "You know, I normally wouldn't trust strangers like this," I pointed out.

"Elrond is a stranger," he said. "You trust him."

"Not with brushing my hair, I don't."

Nevertheless, I sat still as Boromir proceeded with the constant movement of stroking the brush down the middle of my back.

"There. Now, do you have any dresses?" Boromir asked.

"No, I don't like to wear them."

"...I have one. It was my mother's."

"Oh, well, if it's her's, I really shouldn't wear it. I don't think she would..." I slowed to a halt as I realized what Boromir meant by, "Was."

"Oh, Boromir, I'm sorry."

He smiled grimly. "It's alright. I was five. Don't really remember her."

"... I guess that I really shouldn't have said 'No' until I had actually seen the dress," I apologized.

"Wow, Boromir. This was your mother's?"

"Yes. I brought it because... It was what she was given by Denethor, my father, before she..." Boromir cleared his throat nervously. "But he doesn't know know I have it."

Amazingly, the dress fit perfectly... But then, I was tall for my age. The dress was made out of velvet that was dyed a royal blue, with gold trimmings on the sleeves. I had put on my favorite necklace for the feast we were about to have.

"NO! Absolutely not!" I shouted.

"Why not?"

"Because for one thing, I am not that important! Never have been, and never will be! For another thing-"

"You're scared?"

"Yes, but... Oh, um... yes. I'm scared."

"Why?"

"I don't want to be embarrassed."

"You won't be. I announce you, step aside, and you sit down. Simple as that."

Before I could argue, Borimir said, "Lords and ladies, may I announce... Alexis, lady of the Dunedan."

I bit my lip and took a seat next to and elven lady.

"Grand entrance," she remarked.

"I didn't plan it," I said shortly.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say, it was against my will."

"Ah."

"Well, you know my name, but I don't know yours."

"Arwen, daughter of Elrond."

"So.. You're like, the princess?"

"Hm. You could say that."

Okay! It's official! I ez DONE! I AM DELETING THIS STORY! I CAN"T KEEP ADDING TO IT!