"Who is this strange elfling you have found Legolas?"

"…does not seem very graceful like our kind."

"…this elleth is not of our territory."

I bolted upright in my bed, suddenly wide awake. "Did he call me an elf?" Huddling in the corner of my bed/mat thing I let my mind reel over what I had been told. Tentatively, I raised my fingers up to the tips of my ears and promptly screamed.

Holy lord mother of cocoa puffs.

"My lady, are you unwell?" a voice called from outside the door of my small room. It was one of the guards stationed outside my room.

"Uh yeah. Yeah of course. Go on guarding my fair…guard…" I absentmindedly replied, too busy trying not to hyperventilate.

My name is Annie. Annabelle Jones. Annabelle Jones the human. Not Annie the elf. I've never even met Santa before! Oh wait. Nevermind. These elves don't seem like Santa's little helpers. Crap. maybe I'm like the elves from Thor 2. Nah...still a regular girl. Except for the pointed ears of course.

Contemplating whether or not my new ears were surgically made as some sort of sick prank, I heard a shuffling outside my door. Looking up terrified, I did not expect Legolas to be standing in the archway, my door now open.

"The guards have informed me you are awake. Another strange thing about you it seems. Our kind do not sleep, yet you do." He said, regarding me suspiciously. "King Thranduil would like to speak to you again. Come." he spun around and started walking out to the corridor

"Wait. What?" Scrambling to find my tennis shoes that I had kicked off during the night, I roughly shoved them on and speed limped after the blond elf. My legs were sore because I didn't stretch after my quite adventurous run and I was still disgruntled over literally running into a new world/turning into an apparent elf.

"My Lady, what is your name?" Legolas asked. I rolled my eyes at how he just now decided to be polite.

"Annabelle, but call me Annie." I replied, thinking about how cliche that sounded. He only nodded and we continued to walk in silence until we reached the great throne room, where once again, the king sat majestic looking on his throne. I wandered how long it took him to master that pose. It seemed like he had a lot of time on his hands.

"Ahhh Legolas, thank you. I would like to question our visitor now." Thranduil said, regarding me with a smirk.

And that is how I started my day: Getting questioned by a king wearing workout leggings and muddy sneakers with the shoelaces untied.

"I see you are now rested. This is strange that you had to sleep. Our kind do not usually indulge in such mortal practice."

"Um yeah, I kind of need to make a confession." The king raised a magnificently groomed and well shaped eye-brow. "I was kind of human before I ran into your realm." I rushed out, not sure if this statement would be be my poison. The king stood up, stretching to his full height(like 8 feet dang son) before he strode down the steps of his throne and started to circle around me. I stood perfectly still. Kind of awkwardly posed between a drill sergeant and a turtle, not sure if he was about to hurt me or what.

"This explains a many of things about your peculiar nature. You are quite short for an elleth. Your hair is…wild." I moved my hand to my hair, realizing in horror that he was probably being nice when he said 'wild'. "You sleep when we do not. Grace is not something you possess, and, pardon my observance, but your form is not slender like most elleths." he said as he finished circling and came to a stop a couple of feet away from me.

Did I just get called fat?

"I do not know why you were brought here. The sorcery is still veiled. I can see no reason to believe that you will harm my realm, but these are dark times, like i have said before. I have seen the wrath and ruins of this earth and yet you are a new and unknown force brought into my Woodland Realm. Tell me, what was the life you led before?" He leaned forward a bit, which meant I promptly stepped back.

I hesitated before speaking, trying to pull my thoughts together and keep the tears in. "I-I was a student in high school. Oh wait you don't have high school here probably, but it's just a place kids between the ages of fourteen through eighteen usually attend in the public schools of America. Uh America is the country I live in. More specifically, Texas, which is a state. I worked in a small breakfast type cafe after school were I made tips to save for college. My dad is a mechanic and my mom is a nurse. We lived on a couple of acres in a small house near some woods. Uh…my dog's name was Duke….Um yeah, basically that's it." I finished lamely. Glancing at Legolas, I saw he was frowning as he looked upon me.

"Your world seems to be so very different from the one you are in now." Thranduil said, cocking his head to the side as he gazed at me. "How many years are you?"

"Seventeen, though I'll be eighteen in two months."

"So young are you compared to those around you elleth." The king proclaimed, looking at me in a kind of creepy way. The dude is just so intense.

"What do you mean? You and Legolas look like ya'll are twenty." I said, confused at his comment. I heard Legolas make some sort of cough. I swiveled around to give him a glare before looking back at Thranduil.

He chuckled. "I am six thousand years old young one." I gaped at him, my face probably looking really unattractive in such a dumbfounded state.

"You have got to be shitting me. How is that even possible? Are you just messing with me cause I look gullible?" I swirled around to look at Legolas. "How old is he then?"

"My son is fifteen hundred years of age."

Son? Hold. Up.

I looked back and forth between the two blond 'old' men and finally put two and two together. Both had the same color hair and eyebrows. Both carried themselves in a royal poised stick-up-the-ass way. I now realized why Legolas was the one to bring me to the king and why he was still standing here.

"Oh, son?"

"Yes, did he not tell you?" Thranduil asked as he arched his eyebrow and turned to look at his blond son.

Legolas looked put out. "I did not seem the need to tell her." Thranduil gave a look that suggested interesting before turning back to me.

"Tomorrow, I will send a guide to lead you around the premises. You will be watched at all times. Do not think my trust will be earned easily. You can wait. A hundred years is a mere blink of an eye for an elf as you will learn."

I nodded. "That's a bit dramatic but okay."

The King regarded me stiffly once more before turning away and leaving the room.

I turned to Legolas, suddenly shy and uncertain. "So what now?"

As always, he looked grim and suspicious. "I will lead you back to your quarters. From there you will be supervised indefinitely unless otherwise ordered by the King."

We began walking back down the cavernous halls, the winding pathways stretching before us. My mind was still cluttered with a million thoughts. "Do you think I could go back home soon? My parents are probably freaking out right now I'll be in so much trouble I bet."

Almost as if he was annoyed at not knowing more than I did, he kept walking not even glancing my way. "I know not the answer."

"Well honestly I can't say this is what I was expecting when I thought about how I'd like more adventure in my life" I mumbled. And it was true. I was always running, working, or sneaking out, loving the thrill of constantly moving about, never wanting to miss out on what my youth had in store for me. I knew life was short so I've always thought myself as someone who loved life, but this? Could I handle this extent of unknown?

We reached the door of my room. Legolas stood towering over me "You will stay here until otherwise instructed."

I rolled my eyes, not looking forward to spending time alone in the strange room, but also to show that I wasn't intimidated by his royal authority and good looks. He looked like he was used to having his ego inflated and I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction with what little pride I had left. "Peace out then." I said, flipping my hair over my shoulders and gliding into my room like it was my decision the whole time to stay a prisoner in a strange land.

He blinked and stared at me before shutting the door. I flopped onto my mat and thought about all my options, coming to the conclusion that there wasn't much I could do until I either woke up from this strange lucid dream or got rescued.

A/N:

I am renewing! I started this when i was immature and like 15, so now I'm older trying to revise and finish what I started, I want to add in more to the rushed and poorly spaced chapters, Hopefully I'll finish all the old chapters today and maybe even a new chapter by tomorrow. thank you :)

Maybe idk yet sneak peek:

This is Tauriel, Captain of the Woodland Realm's guard.

ALSO:

I like that mug. That's a nice mug.