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Chapter Two: Adara's Funeral

Adara soon found out that she was about three years before the time of the Fellowship of the Ring. She met Bilbo Baggins, silently squealing on the inside for she loved the little Hobbit but saddened by the broken soul she could see and feel whenever in his presence. She spent a lot of her time with the Hobbit and with Arwen. The she-Elf and her had become really close friends in the past two weeks that she had been staying in Rivendell. She also spent a fair amount of time mourning the loss of wifi, running water and electricity.

Adara also thought of her best friend, Lacey. She missed the hyper, brown haired girl but she did not miss her life on Earth. Well, the life she had tried to make after the death of her parents. She was suffering in silence but now, in Middle Earth, she had found her glow again.

She still continued to pretend that she had some form of foresight which Lord Elrond seemed to believe. Adara did not know if she ever wanted to tell any of them that she came from another world where their lives, their whole universe was a fictional story, turned movie that she herself was obsessed with.

Adara walked the halls of Imladris, reading a book on the languages of Middle Earth so she could learn them when she hit into another person. Neither of them fell but her book did. "Oh, I am so sorry." said Adara as she looked into light blue eyes. At first she thought that maybe she had just bumped into Legolas when she realised that the Elven Prince would still be in Mirkwood and would not be here for some time. "Lord Glorfindel," She said, bowing to the great Elf hastily. "I am sorry for bumping into you my Lord."

"All is well, Lady....," he trailed off. "I am sorry. I don't believe we have actually met each other."

Adara replied, "My name is Adara, my Lord." He smiled at her before repeating her name out loud. He welcomed her to Rivendell and hoped that she was enjoying her stay before inquiring as to what it was that she was doing. That's when she remembered that she was wearing a simple pair of breeches and shirt.

"I am going to the fighting grounds my Lord. I wish to see if I can find a suitable weapon for me to learn." She knew what the thoughts on women doing anything besides open their legs, puke out babies, cook and clean were so she was expecting a negative response which she did not get. Instead he asked if he could accompany her and maybe even help teach her. Adara, of course, jumped at the chance. He did slay a balrog and all.

Once at the fighting grounds, she was surprised at the vast amount of weapons they had in Rivendell and if she was being honest, she wanted to learn all of them. From swords to daggers to even axes. She removed a sword from one of the piles and swung it experimentally.

"Good stance and a tight grip. You have never held a sword before?" he asked her curiously. She shook her head and only responded that she had no experience with weapons but knew hand to hand combat.

The Elf looked at her surprised before he smirked and demanded that she knock him on his ass. She found no mockery in his facial expression or tone but she knew that he was challenging her. Adara narrowed her eyes at him, assessing his body for any weaknesses. Running towards him, she used his own weight to roll him to the ground as her right leg wrapped round his neck, her other laid across his chest. She had his left arm in an arm bar, a small smirk on her lips. A shocked expression was on his face, making her laugh loudly.

"Do you yield?" She asked him sweetly. He glared at her looking as if he wanted to do anything but yield to her. He however nodded and she rolled off him laughing gleefully.

"You're extremely strong for a lady." Glorfindel told her. She responded with, "I'm going to pretend that that extremely sexist comment did not come out of your mouth."

They spent the next hour training her in the art of swordsmanship, laughing and joking. Adara found that she very much enjoyed his presence and friendship. The next day they met up again and Glorfindel taught her some more. The training soon would become apart of her daily routine. The twins, whose names were Elladan and Elrohir would sometimes even come and teach her aswell.