Anastasia and the plot are the only part of this which belongs to me. Everything else belongs to their respective owners; namely J.R.R. Tolkien.

Italics – Thoughts/Thinking

Italics underlined – Aragorn Thinking/Thoughts to Ana

Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

Chapter 17: Hunting Trips and Entanglement

A Day Earlier in the Last Homely House


After Aragorn and the elf named Glorfindel left I snuggled down into the luxurious bed and letting by body heal as I basked in the warmth of the sun. After a few hours of rest, I felt more like myself and less like a tossed sack of potatoes. The bumps and bruises had healed and the poisoned injury to my arm, although still there, had less of a chill surrounding it.

Moving slowly I got out of bed and let my curiosity run rampant. I open drawers and peeked into cupboards until I located some clothing. Amongst some of the dresses, hanging in a wardrobe was a light house coat with short sleeves. After pulling on the house coat, I followed my curiosity out the open balcony doors only to be astounded by the beauty of, what I assumed was, Rivendell. Located in a valley with a steam running through the centre was village full of laughter and singing. Everything and everyone seems so cheerful and lively. Looking down over the balcony was a well-tended garden full of lush plants and blooming flowers. There was a low hum as the bees and other insects moved about.

With a sly grin, I vaulted myself swiftly over the railing; enjoying the freedom my body gave me and the exhilarating feeling of falling. Landing in the soft grass my knees bent lessening the impact before I took off to explore the garden.

Not long after I found myself next to a stone bench where I striped off the house coat and folded it, gently leaving it on the warm stone. My stomach was complaining for more food and my beast desired the thrill of the hunt after being denied earlier. My night gown quickly followed the house coat as I stood in Lord Elrond's garden in my birthday suit enjoying the feeling of the sun on every inch of my body.

After a long moment I shifter forms noting as the world seem to come into better focus. My sight was crisper and my hearing sharper as I shook of the remaining tingles of changing forms. Following my senses I headed into the nearby forest aiming to meet the river there. My feet pounded into the ground, hurling my body forward as I ignored my injury from the Morgul blade. I had experienced much worse and this injury wasn't worth babying as I weaved through the trees and bounded into the river, chasing the first fish I found.

After gorging myself on fish and small herbivores my hunger was sated. My beast was later quieted by playing chess in the trees with squirrels, which also left my body relaxed after spending so much energy.

Being wherever in this world was good for me; my spirit had perked up as I no longer wished to just disappear and my body never felt so alive. Even my inner beast which always was grumbling about one thing or another was quiet and content.

Before heading back to the invigorating gardens I gave myself a tongue bath, eliminating the traces of my feast from my fur. Stretching, I slinked into the garden to where I remember a particularly thick bush. Investigating it closer, I realized it was thorny, but also that there was room underneath the leaves and thorns for me to lie, as long as, I was careful with my movements. Yawing, I settled myself into place, watching the last remaining rays of sun waning, giving way to the night.


A few hours after leaving Ana to sleep, Gandalf entered the sitting area Glorfindel and I were occupying looking slightly frantic. It was hard to tell even for those who knew him fairly well.

"Where is Ana?" he questioned as his eyes darted around the room, hoping to spot the underfed girl.

"We left her to rest after bringing her something to eat," I responded as a frowned marred my face. "Has she disappeared again?"

"Again?" Gandalf replied seem to become even more frazzled before. "She has disappeared before!"

Slowly I replied affirmative, but was quickly cut off before anymore words escaped my mouth. "This is no good; how do we know she isn't working for our enemies? She could be headed straight for them!"

"From what Aragorn has told me, I don't think that is the case," Glorfindel interjected cutting off the rant that was sure to come. "And even if she is, why would she attack the wraiths?"

Leaning back in my chair, I ignored the conversation around me in hopes of finding the piece of Ana which seemed to stay with me at all times. Slowly a feeling akin to joy filled my soul once I found the little piece of Ana. There was also both warmth and cool senses, one equally as enticing as the other. The warmth would spread across my back as I became, mentally, a part of Ana, only to be followed by the coolness as in engulfed our body; seeming to become drenching with water. Water? Yes, Ana is playing in the river. Suddenly the sharp, coppery taste of blood flooded my nose and mouth as I, no Ana, relished in the victory of the catch.

Mentally I untangled myself from Ana and came back to my body in the Last Homely House where Glorfindel, Gandalf, Lord Elrond, Arwen, as well as, a few other elves were staring down at me with concerned expressions.

"We were worried about you," Arwen answered my unasked question.

After a moment of silence I said, "Ana is hunting in the river."

Tolkien, J.R.R. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. London: Allen & Unwin, 1954. Print.

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