Somehow, I knew that I'd find Carolyn and Hermione in the Sky Oak.

"Come down," I called. "I need to show you something" I had a plan.

They began their descent, Carolyn's bag thumping against her side as she went. The two were soon in front of me. They got down faster than I had expected.

"This is a test" I informed them. "If you pass, you will be rewarded. In fact, if my suspicions are correct, you will be rewarded quite greatly."

"Simple enough" said Carolyn, as she and Hermione awaited my instructions.

"All I want you to do is close your eyes, and see if you can follow me." I told them.

"Oh, see that bird up there?" I asked, pointing to a white bird in the tree. They nodded. "Watch out for it, I've always had the feeling that it's been spying on us"

The sisters exchanged a look, and nodded.

"Now close your eyes, and I'll start" I told them. Obediently, they closed them, and I started walking.

Carolyn POV

Arwen was quieter than I had expected. This was going to be a bit harder than I thought it was going to be. I concentrated on the little noise she made, trying to somehow sense her presence.

I could hear Hermione beside me. Either we were on the right path, or complete off. At least we were together. I knew I couldn't find my way back alone.

We walked for a few more minutes, until Arwen said, "We have arrived. You passed."

Slowly, I opened my eyes. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

Books. Scrolls. Journals like mine. There must have been hundreds. My eyes grew bigger with every minute, taking it all in.

"Where do we start?" Whispered Hermione, seemingly reading my thoughts.

"Take as long as you need. There are some blank scrolls over there, feel free to write in them. We haven't gotten new stories in a while" said Arwen.

"Where are we?" Asked Hermione, as I made a mental note to put Shafts of Light in here.

"Elrond's library. My suspicious were correct, you two must absolutely love reading" replied Arwen. Hermione and I nodded. We truly were complete bookworms. But how did she know?

She could probably tell from the notebook, or maybe she is too, and we have a similar personality. I told myself. I decided not to linger on it. For now, we had books to read, stories to write, and overly complex theories to develop.