Disclaimer: Everything that you recognize belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. I own nothing but my OC and the bits of plot that don't belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.

Hello everyone,

First off, I want to apologize for the long wait… Elrond proved hard to write in character and the stress from the past weeks chased away my muse. But she's back so I'm proud to say that this is the first real chapter. I hope you enjoyed the last one and that you'll stick with me through the rest of this adventure.

I just want to clear some things up before we start and make sure there are no mistakes. As much as I would like to, I do not speak Sindarin only little bits. So for that purpose some sentences are typed like this. I did this to show when something is said in Sindarin instead of Westron.

Sentences with " " are spoken while sentences with ' ' are thoughts.

Have fun :)


Chapter 1 A troublesome arrival

At the northern edge of the forest of Imladris a patrol of elves was making their way back towards the city. They had been out in the wilds for 2 weeks and were longing back to the comforts of the Last Homely House. The patrol was led by Elrohir and Elladan, the twin sons of Lord Elrond of Imladris. About halfway between the border and the city one of the elves cried out.

"Stop! I saw a white light some way to the east."

Elrohir and Elladan looked at each other and sighed. "Fan out. Look for what could have caused the disturbance but be on your guard."

The patrol slowly made their way into the direction that the elf had pointed in. After a mile or so Elladan cried out. "Over here! Here lays a woman!"

The rest of the patrol made their way over to Elladan, who was kneeling next to the body of the unconscious woman. The elves were shocked. "Who is she?" "Where is she from?" "Is she a child of man or an elleth?" "How did she manage to get passed the patrols?"

Elladan brushed away they hair that covered the side of her face, thus exposing her right ear. It was pointed. He gently picked her up and stood to face his brother. "Ada would want to see her." He said and strode of into the direction of the city.

Elrohir turned to one of the guards. "Run ahead of us and warn my father. Tell him what has happened and that we are heading for the house of healing." The guard nodded and started running. Elrohir and the rest of the guards quickly caught up with Elladan.


Light was filtering in through her bedroom window. She shifted in her bed and froze. That movement should have landed her on the ground. Carefully she opened her eyes and blinked against the light. She was in a bed with white covers and as she looked up at the ceiling it consisted of dark, richly carved beams. Something moved to her right and she sat up. The man who was sitting in the chair next to her bed had long dark hair and brown eyes. He spoke in a flowing language that she could not understand.

"I'm sorry, but I can't understand a single word you say." The young woman said quietly.

The dark-haired man frowned. "I apologize. I have never met an elleth who could not understand Sindarin. My name is Elrond and I am the lord of Imladris, which is where you are at this moment."

The eyes of the young woman had widened slightly when he was talking. "What year is it? Where is Gandalf? Is Bilbo here? Has Frodo already been here?" The young woman asked and many more questions seemed to be at the tip of her tong.

"Daro. Easy, young one. Why don't you tell me your name first?"

"I'm Leila, milord."

"Does your name have any meaning, where you're from? For an elleth, such as you are, should have an elven name."

"It means night."

Elrond was quiet, but was observing the young elleth before him. Her build was slight yet it was clear that she was well trained, but in what he didn't know. Her hair, like his own, was dark though her hair seemed to be closer to black. What struck him the most was the colour of her eyes. Seldom had he seen an elleth with green eyes that did not come from Mirkwood. "Then let your elven name be Tinnuwen, if it suits you. The meaning is the same as your own name." After Leila had nodded, Elrond continued. "As for the rest of your questions, it is July 21st in the year 3008 of the Third Age. Gandalf is not here but I'm expecting him shortly. Bilbo is here after traveling around for some years and will most likely be delighted to tell you of his adventures. And of Frodo coming here to Rivendell, I haven't had word, nor has Bilbo said anything about it."

There was a knock at the door, which caused both Leila and Elrond to look up.

"Enter."

A golden-haired elf opened the door and stepped inside. " I apologize, Lord Elrond, but word has reached us that Mithrandir has been seen within the borders."

"Hannon le, Glorfindel."

Glorfindel left the room and Lord Elrond turned his attention back to Leila, but she spoke before he could. "If you don't mind I rather wait till Gandalf is here, so I only have to tell my story once."

Lord Elrond sighed but rose anyway. "Alright. You should rest, for whatever has happened to you it has tired you greatly. I'll be back together with Gandalf tomorrow." He walked towards the door but when he turned around she was still sitting. "Sleep, Tinnuwen." Was all he said before he left the room and closed the door.


When Elrohir and Elladan left their father's study, they hadn't learned much more about the mystery woman that they had found earlier. All they knew was her name and the elfish name that Elrond had chosen for her. But that was not the reason for their irritation. When Elrond had told them that she would be telling her story whence Mithrandir arrived they had wanted to be there, yet Elrond had forbidden that.

Elladan suddenly turned around and started making his way towards the House of Healing.

"Where are you going, brother?" Elrohir asked.

"Father won't allow us to be there, but it is Tinnuwen's tale. Shouldn't she be the one to decide who is there and who's not?" Elladan said. Elrohir chuckled and together they nearly ran towards her room.


After Elrond had left Tinnuwen had lay down tried to remember everything that she knew about Middle-Earth. She had loved the books and reread them many times, but she had never taken the time to study the timelines, maps or Sindarin.

There was a knock on the door which startled Tinnuwen out of her thoughts. She sat up and pulled the blanket up around here before she called out. "Come in."

The door opened and two elves walked in. They looked identically. They walked over to her bed and sat down on either side of her.

"We haven't been properly introduced yet but we're…" Elladan started but he was interrupted by Tinnuwen.

"Elrohir and Elladan, Twin sons of Lord Elrond, brothers of Arwen Undomiel and adoptive brothers of Aragon son of Arathorn. I know." She said with a smile

Elrohir and Elladan looked at each other in shock, but Elrohir was the first to recover and was already suspicious of the woman in front of them.

"How do you know about Aragorn? Where are you from? Who send you? What where you doing so close to Imladris?" He started to become angrier with the minute and would have continued questioning her when she held up her hand.

"Please, I do not wish to repeat myself, so as I told your father I will wait till Gandalf is here before I tell my story."

Elladan was about to speak when another spoke first. "You'll have to forgive Elrohir, he is very protective of those he cares about."

Tinnuwen looked up and smiled at the woman who had entered so quietly. "I would have reacted in the same manner if it had happened to me, Arwen, so there is nothing to forgive. Now what are you three doing here? Your father ordered me to rest before he left, so I doubt that he knows you're here.

It was Elladan who spoke up. "Ada has forbidden us to be here when you speak with him and Mithrandir later on…"

Tinnuwen frowned. "I don't think it is his call to decide who is present and who not. I thought I made it very clear to him that I only wanted to tell it once… You can stay if you'd like, just before Elrond left Glorfindel told him that Gandalf was already within the borders."

The brothers smiled at each other and Arwen clapped in their hands. "I'll go and get us something to eat and drink."


Gandalf and Elrond made their way to Tinnuwen's room in the House of Healing after they had discussed everything Elrond knew about the young woman. When they neared the door, they could here laughter coming from within.

Suddenly the door opened and Elrohir, Elladan, Arwen and Tinnuwen froze. All of them turned towards the door and saw Elrond and Gandalf.

Elrond walked towards his children. "I thought I made it very clear that you weren't allowed to be here."

Elladan glanced at Tinnuwen and when she saw the look in his eyes she understood that Elrond was telling them off for being there.

"And I thought that I made it very clear that I only wanted to tell my tale once." Tinnuwen said and Elrond looked up in shock. "Besides they are the ones who found me, so don't you think they deserve to know? Or do you not trust your own children with the things that we might speak off?" She added.

The twins were shocked but they started grinning when they realized what this meant. Their father couldn't send them away now. They looked at each other and smirked. It was going to be fun having Tinnuwen around, almost no one dared to stand up to their father in such a way.

Elrond sighed and sat down in the chair he had vacated before, Gandalf and the twins drew up their own chairs while Arwen sat down next to Tinnuwen on the bed. As everyone was settled Tinnuwen started to tell them about her world and her life. When she was at the end of her story she explained about the prophecy from the Mayas about the end of the world.

They stayed quiet for a while until Gandalf spoke up. "What about Elves? And the Dwarves? Hobbits? Wizards? Surely there must be more races in your world then men?"

She shook her head. "There is no trace of them anywhere. They only appear in the old tales and legend." Tinnuwen said softly.

"Legends? Do you know any of the legends about the Elves of your world?" Elrond asked.

"Of the old ones very little remains. I know of the folklore of Ireland. The tales tell of the Fay, a collection of supernatural species including Fairies, Elves and many more. Yet no concrete evidence has been found of their existence. Most people only now Elves from the modern tales nowadays."

"How did you know who we were?" Elladan asked, when he remembered that she had interrupted him when he had wanted to introduce himself and his brother.

Tinnuwen blushed slightly. "One of the modern tales tells us of Middle-Earth and all of you are in those tales." She looked at Gandalf while she continued. "I know of the Battle of the Five Armies and I know of Frodo and of that which he possesses."

Gandalf frowned. He had only recently found out that the ring that Bilbo had passed on to Frodo was the master ring, yet Tinnuwen knew so as well. "How?"

"As I said, it is a tale in our world. Written down and read by many people as a form of amusement. But, seeing as it is only the year 3008 in the Third Age, much of what I know has not yet taken place."

"So in a way you know the future." Elrond mused and he stood. "I think it is for the best if you stay here in Imladris. I'll have a room prepared for you." Gandalf, the twins and Arwen all rose and were about to leave when Tinnuwen spoke up.

"Wait." She said and the others turned towards her. "I don't just want to sit around and do nothing. If I'm not allowed to go anywhere at least allow me to learn how to fight with a sword."

Elrohir started to laugh. "You couldn't lift a sword even if you tried."

Tinnuwen smirked and got up out of the bed. "What's up, Elrohir? Scared that I'll beat you?"

Arwen chuckled and Elladan was grinning while Elrohir stood frozen. 'Did she just call me a coward?'

Gandalf and Elrond were looking on amused as Tinnuwen moved away from the bed and challenged Elrohir.

Elrohir smirked and suddenly charged. He planned to pin her to the bed, but what he didn't expected was to find himself flat on his back on the floor. Elladan burst out laughing when he saw the shocked expression on his brother's face.

Tinnuwen straightened out and looked at Elrohir on the ground. When he had charged her she had grasped his right arm, ducked under it and flipped him over her shoulder using his momentum. "Didn't you listen to what I told you, Elrohir? I got the black belt in mixed martial arts, which means that I have mastered them." She said and extended her hand towards him to help him up.

Elrohir accepted her hand and stood. "Well your reflexes are impressive and you're stronger then you look."

Elrond shook his head. "So be it, you can start training with Elrohir from tomorrow." He said and left the room with the others.

Elrohir looked at her. "I'll pick you up in the morning." He said and left as well, while Tinnuwen made her way back to her bed where she fell asleep.


The next few days passed in similar fashion to each other. She would get up in the morning, get dressed and then join the others for breakfast after which she and Elrohir would go to the training-grounds to practice till lunch. After lunch she and Arwen would go to the library and work on Tinnuwen's Sindarin and knowledge of Middle-Earth.

It was during the training on the 6th day that she suddenly was feeling tired. Before she could say anything to Elrohir she lost her consciousness and fell to the ground only barely avoiding the sword she had been practising with.

As soon as she hit the ground, Elrohir was at her side. When she didn't wake up, he checked her temperature and noticed that she had a fever. He picked her up and ran towards her room. On the way to her room he had two guards fetch one of the healers and his father.

When Elrond arrived at Tinnuwen's room the healer had already arrived and was in a state of panic.

"I can't find anything wrong with her! There are no external or internal injuries yet she hasn't regained consciousness and she has a fever…"

Elrond made his way towards the bed and noticed that Elrohir was sitting in a chair next to her looking very pale. "What happened?"

"W-we were training when she fell. She wouldn't wake up so I brought her here."

"Did anything else happen before that? Did she say whether she was tired?"

"No, nothing."

Elrond sighed and said. "Elrohir, why don't you go and fins your brother and sister? I'm sure they want to know what's going on."

When Elrohir left he sat down in the chair and focussed on Tinnuwen. Her condition seemed so familiar to him yet he couldn't recall from where.

He had been staring at Tinnuwen and trying to remember when Elrohir returned with Elladan and Arwen. When he looked up at the Twins he suddenly remembered where he had seen her condition before…


I know, cliff-hanger… But I got a little challenge for you all. The one who can answer the question correctly before I upload the next chapter will win. As reward I'll write a one-shot with the pairing of their choice.

So the question is this: What is happening to Tinnuwen?

1) I hid several hints in the chapter;

2) I apologize. I have never met an elleth who could not understand Sindarin.

3) Her hair, like his own, was dark though her hair seemed to be closer to black. What struck him the most was the colour of her eyes. Seldom had he seen an elleth with green eyes that did not come from Mirkwood.

4) She suddenly was feeling tired.

5) There are no external or internal injuries yet she hasn't regained consciousness and she has a fever.

6) When he looked up at the Twins he suddenly remembered where he had seen her condition before.

As an extra hint I'll say this;

7) Neither Elrohir nor Elladan faced what she is facing.

8) It is not mentioned in the books or the movies.

Let me know when you think you found the answer either through a review or a pm. If multiple people found the correct answer, each of them will get the reward. If they chose the same Fandom + pairing I'll write a chapter for each of them (so it would result in a multi-chapter story).

If no one found the correct answer the most original answer will win.

Good luck and see you all next time ^^

Namárië!