Writer's Note: Here is Chapter 2! Thanks for reading this. I really appreciate it. I really have never let people see my fiction writing before. Please review if you have the time. Thanks again! I hope to have the 3rd chapter up sometime later this week.

The tall, blonde elf gazed intently on the figure in the bed. It was a few days ago that he had found her lying on the ground, bleeding and bruised, in the middle of the forest. He had been sweeping Mirkwood forest for orcs and goblins that have been finding their way into the area recently.

He almost hadn't seen her. He mentally kicked himself. He was so focused on finding the enemy that he almost left the poor woman on the forest floor to die.

He groaned loudly and grimaced. When had he begun to let his mind wander like that? He couldn't remember. He brought his gaze back to the unknown woman again. He let his eyes trail her chestnut-colored hair to her bandaged hand.

How could she have been hurt that badly? And orc or goblin would have finished the job or taken her with them. He shuddered imagining the horrors that could have befallen her in Mordor had she been taken.

He shook his head and let out a breath he hadn't noticed he had been holding.

"You look stressed. Maybe you should try yoga or something."

The elf shot his head up and shift his gaze from the floor back to the woman. She was awake and sat up in the bed as he looked at her.

"You were hurt badly. I have been sitting here for quite a while," he gave her a small smile.

"Was I?" The girl crossed her eyes in confusion as a small child would. He found it nice.

"Oh. I was," she continued, "I think I was hit by a car. Um.. how long have I been asleep?" she stammered the last bit seeming to lose her confidence.

He decided not to question her about what a "car" was. "You were found eight days ago. Our healers have taken good care of you. You should be recovering nicely," he answered, trying to keep his voice light.

Her eyes grew a little at the mention of eight days asleep. She had wonderful green eyes the color of the leaves of an Evergreen tree, he couldn't help but notice.

"May I ask you how you found your way into Mirkwood, miss?" the elf tried to ask non-menacingly. He was not good at being overly nice, well, unless he was flirting with a she-elf. He couldn't imagine flirting with this woman. He was too nervous for some reason he could not place.

She tilted her head slightly to her right. "Mirkwood? Aren't I in San Diego?"

It was the elf's turn to be confused. "San Diego? I have never heard of such a place. You are in the Mirkwood Realm, in Middle Earth."

"Uh…," she breathed out slowly, looking very lost.

Just then the door to the room swung open and the healer glided into the room.

"Nauethae," the elf rose from his seat and slightly lowered his head to show his acknowledgment of her presence.

"My Prince, I am glad to see you; however, the girl must rest. I believe she will answer any and all questions when she is fully healed," Nauethae almost sang her words.

The male elf smiled, but obviously looked annoyed at being asked to leave the girl so soon after she had awoken.

"You are right, as always Nauethae," he spun around in place to again face the young woman still sitting up in bed. "I am glad you are awake, but your healer is right. I shall leave now. I am sure that we will see each other again soon, My Lady."

The girl cringed a little at the title. "Um, I'd like that," she began, "Oh, and thank you for saving me. I know it must not have been fun to carry me so far." She forced a smile. Why did she have to force a smile? He knitted his brow mentally. He would ponder it later.

"It was no trouble. I am glad you are safe."

He began his way to the door, intending to go see his father about the woman. He was sure to be interested in the woman's behavior. She was obviously not a threat to their realm, but was an interesting quandary.

"Uh, excuse me?" He was halfway out of the door when she called. He turned around to look at her again. Her green eyes shone with fear. Why did she seem so scared of him? He was nice, right? He hadn't said anything wrong? Why did he care so much?

"Yes, My Lady?"

"May I, uh, get you name please?" she had her head tilted to her side again. Curiosity seemed natural to her.

He smiled what he hoped was warmly. "Legolas Greenleaf. And my I have your name, miss?"

She smiled a little and brought her head back straight. "Elle. Elle Mannon."

He nodded his head. "It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Mannon."

She nodded back and he turned to leave. He couldn't help but race back through his time with her. She was different than any human woman he had ever met. Her looks weren't exemplary, well, except for her eyes. Why was he so nervous with her? Legolas let his thoughts race as he walked to the palace. He would tell his father about what she had said. Hopefully, he would be allowed to spend more time with her. Legolas knew full well that he shouldn't be so interested in this woman – Elle was her name – but he didn't care.

"Huh." Elle allowed the single word to escape her mouth. Legolas had left the room 15 minutes before. She had spent that time sorting through her thoughts, fairly unsuccessfully.

She stared at the ceiling of this very strange place and wondered how she got here, wherever here was. Yes, she knew she was in some place called Mirkwood that was home to strange, pretty people with perfect skin and pointy ears. What were they?

Then there was Legolas. He was an enigma all by himself. Why? Elle didn't know; he just was. She knew that argument probably wasn't the best, but it was enough for her.

"Great," sighed the young woman. She thought senior prom was enough to worry about. Now, she had to figure out how to get back home. Her mom would be worried. Mason probably would too. She doubted anyone else would care.

Well, she wouldn't figure anything out laying here all day. She sat back up again and tossed her legs off the right side of the bed.

"Ugh," Elle groaned. She forgot for a bit about the accident. She could tell that she was bruised all over. Elle slowly pushed herself into standing position and took a deep, shaky breath. "Well, it wasn't easy for Nancy Drew, either. Or the Magic Treehouse kids," thought Elle. She smiled a little remembering her favorite childhood books.

She slid over to the door of her room and halted. Elle stuck her ear to the door to listen for any movement on the other side. She was hoping Nauethae wasn't anywhere close. She had left a few minutes after Legolas, so hopefully she wasn't nearby.

Elle didn't hear anything. She took another deep breath and opened the door a bit. She slid through, hoping to be able to sneak around and find anything she could to answer her questions. Once on the other side, she clicked the door shut and began her way down the wooden-walled hallway.