Hi all! Yep another fic with True in a new fandom! I know, I know you are thinking "Not another one!" but this is where my muse took me. I actually have most of the fic done so I'll be posting regularly and hopefully actually complete this fic! Enjoy!

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True came to consciousness and slowly opened her eyes. She didn't know where she was but found she didn't particularly care. Since Creed and Rhianna died she had nothing left and wanted nothing more than to join them and the rest of the family lost to her. She contemplated ending it all but fear of not going to wherever they were stayed her hand. Instead she drowned herself in alcohol and the drugs leftover from Rhianna's nursing career and experimental treatments she was developing. She had no idea what she was ingesting but it let her escape and that is all that mattered. If it killed her that would just be a bonus.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds to clear the tears and when she reopened them she saw a big ugly man-thing charging at her with a knife. Seeing an opportunity to get what she wanted she didn't fight back and left herself open for a kill shot. Just when she thought it was finally going to happen her powers involuntarily kicked in and the man-thing was pushed to the right. The blade still got her but not in any place that would grant her instant death. She could only hope the she would bleed out before anyone found her. Judging by the empty field around her she thought she was safe on that point. She felt herself slipping away and sighed in relief until she heard a noise to her left and turned her head. Either the drugs she took were that good or there was poison on the blade that stuck her because she could have swore, just before passing out, that elves were swooping in to attack.

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Her hearing was the first sense to return. She made out two voices speaking in a language she'd never heard before but somehow understood and was sure she could speak. Not wanting to let on to that fact she remained motionless with her eyes closed and listened as they discussed her health and potential recovery. A wave of despair flowed through her when she realized that she was not granted her wish for death.

"We know you are awake little one."

She was startled by the third person she didn't originally sense was in the room and her eyes flew open of their own accord. It took a moment for them to focus on one of the most beautiful creatures she'd ever seen. His long golden hair was tucked behind a pointed ear that flowed over one shoulder as he leaned closer, crystal blue eyes sparkling with humor. "Hello there! 'Tis good to see you awake. We have been worried about you."

"How are you feeling?" A dark haired elf asked as he crossed the room. She was surprised when they spoke her language with such ease and was momentarily speechless. When True didn't answer he placed his hand on her forehead and closed his eyes. After a few seconds he opened them and smiled. "Your health is much improved."

The two elves exchanged a look at her lack of expression or comment. "I am Elrond, Lord of Imladris. This is Glorfindel, Captain of the Guard."

"Among other things." Glorfindel added with a grin. "What is your name penneth?"

True was still trying to coming to terms with being so close to what she wanted and having it ripped away from her by these well meaning elves. Plus she had no idea how she ended up here or if any of this was even real! As was usually the case when she was unsettled and uncertain she felt her anger flare. She glared at the two elves and crossed her arms over her chest, only to grunt in pain as her injuries made themselves known.

"Do not do that child. You need to keep your arms at your sides to avoid pulling the stitches I put in and aggravating your broken ribs." Elrond scolded lightly.

When she folded them tighter and turned her blazing blue eyes on Elrond, Glorfindel let loose a small snort. "Oh I like this one. Such fire!" He gently pulled on her arms until she could no longer resist and laid first the left then the right to each side of her body. "You will not move them from this position until you are told to do so." He had no idea why she was angry but he was not about to let her harm herself. "Now I will ask one more time. What is your name?"

The authoritative tone caused her to reply immediately. "True."

Glorfindel hid his smile at the glorious pout on her face as she said her name. Elrond has shared with him the little he found when he went into her mind to bring her back to the light. Someone taught the girl how to put up shields but Elrond was strong and managed to get enough information to piece together some of her past and what happened before they rescued her. It was these memories that made Elrond suggest he be the one to question the child. His natural authoritative nature would hopefully inspire the girl to reply truthfully. "Do you know what happened or how you were injured?"

"Yes."

When she didn't elaborate he exchanged an amused look with Elrond. Oh yes. He was going to enjoy having this one around. "Let me rephrase. Tell me how you were injured."

She quickly ran through what happened, omitting the drug use and her abilities. "How long have I been out?"

"Four days. The blade that cut you had poison on it. It took a while but Elrond was able to rid your blood of the poison and bring you back to us." Most of Elrond's struggle was overcoming whatever poison she ingested before she ran into the orcs. Since True conveniently left that part out of her explanation he did not bring up. There would be time enough for that later.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you save me?"

"Why would we not save you?"

"You don't know me."

"That is of no consequence. You needed help so we gave you help."

"Maybe I didn't want your help." She said so quietly only someone with elven hearing would have heard it.

"Yet you received it nonetheless." He took the cup of tea Elrond handed him. "You need to rest now. Drink."

"No."

"That was not a request. You will drink this or I will make you drink it."

"You said I cant move my arms from my sides."

Glorfindel simply raised an eyebrow.

True took the cup and thought about throwing it but decided she was too tired to deal with the repercussions. Besides drinking this would stop all of the questions and allow her to escape the pain, both physical and mental. She quickly downed the nasty concoction and laid back on the pillows.

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"I feel for that child. To carry such pain that you wished death is incomprehensible for one so young."

Elrond placed a comforting hand on Glorfindel's arm. "Remember that she is not as young as she looks. The memory of being injected with a growth inhibitor was strong so I was able to see it but not why it was done in the first place." He led his gwador to a nearby bench. "I saw glimpses of her loved ones and how much she held them in regard. She has lost everyone and her grief is all consuming."

"So consuming she wanted to harm herself and be left to die." He'd seen her scars, both new and old. It was obvious that some were self inflicted. "My heart breaks for her."

"You have dealt with much grief yourself and as I suspected she responds to you and all of your authoritative glory." Elrond said with a twinkle on his eye.

"Do not make me spank you, my cheeky brother." Glorfindel replied and playfully swatted the back of Elrond's head. "I will help her even if she does not welcome it. I sense there is more to her than meets the eye so this could become quite a challenge."

"One I am sure you will conquer." Elrond stood. "She will sleep for a few hours. We can find out more about her when she wakes. For now we have a council meeting to attend."

Glorfindel grimaced. "You do know how to excite me."

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It was several days before True was left alone long enough to have time to figure out just what the heck happened. She vaguely remembered a note being with one of the potions she found in Rhianna's room saying something about being in trouble and taking it to get back home. She was so high when she drank it that she didn't much care about the note but now she was sure it was the reason she was here. Knowing Rhianna, she had a back up plan for when she first arrived in Four Corners. She surely had Canyon make up something to bring her back home if needed. Canyon wasn't the best at potions though so it wouldn't surprise her if the results were not exactly as expected. Or maybe the drugs in her system reacted with the potion and caused a malfunction of some sort. After all she could understand and speak the language here even though she'd never heard it before. Either way she was in this elvish fantasy world and did not have a way to get home. Not that she had a home she wanted to go to now that she was alone. Lost in thought she was caught off guard when she saw something move next to the bed. She went to defend herself and cried out as her ribs protested.

"Shhh penneth! It's just me." Glorfindel soothed and gently leaned her back into the pillows. He picked up the tea he had brought in. "For your pain." He held the cup to her mouth and made sure she drank enough to be helpful. After a few minutes the child started to relax. "Better?"

True nodded.

Glorfindel reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes. "These are not from your physical pain." He gently caressed her cheek. "You will feel better if you speak of what is causing such sorrow."

It had been so long since anyone showed her such attention that she could not hold it back any longer. As the tears fell she felt herself being carefully picked up and cradled against Glorfindel's large chest. The action only caused more tears to fall as she stuttered out the story of her life from Kieran and the growth inhibitor to Four Corners through losing Creed and Rhianna. She didn't tell him about her powers or fighting ability but surprised herself and spoke of her drug and alcohol use and her wish for death.

Glorfindel listened in silence only soothing and prompting when the feelings overwhelmed the child. He almost weeped as she talked about her wish to die. No child should feel like that and he vowed then and there to help bring her peace.

"Well you are here with us now. That means no drugs or alcohol. Elrond is one of the best mind healers so you will meet with him regularly and we will work through all of this. We will not leave you penneth." She continued to cry and he gently rocked hoping it was giving her some comfort. After she was silent for a bit he realized she'd fallen asleep and slid her back onto the bed. He turned to see Elrond hovering in the doorway and knew from the look on his face he'd heard every word.

"Her story is heart wrenching."

"Aye but the pain has been lanced and now we start the healing."