"She seems to be in perfect health, considering her human ways. She seems to have small holes in her ears, probably another human thing as well, and her clothes are strange to me, I haven't visited Earth in a long time, maybe the fashion has changed. Apart from that, she should awaken. Her parents will be so proud she has returned. She has grown into a rare beauty considering her heritage."

Marina herd voices speak all around her discussing her current state. Her head felt woozy and she seemed to be lying on a soft surface this time. Her eyes fluttered open and she was yet again blinded by bright light. The voices stopped and she sensed a presence all around her, making her feel uncomfortable and slightly afraid. As her vision started to reappear, she could make out all around her were beautiful faces of men and women, all with long straight blonde hair, their eyes focussed on hers. They were all wearing white and the room was very bright, maybe she was in some kind of hospital?

"Oh god," she groaned, "I'm not in rehab already am I?"

The group of people around her had mixed expressions, some laughed and muttered, "Scottish", others had a solemn look.

"You are in the infirmary of Mirkwood, you are no longer in the realm of Earth my Lady. We had to bring you back for we are in need of your services," the man beside her told her. He had a funny English like accent, pore less features and strange pointy ears.

"I must be dreaming," Marina sat up, she was used to waking up in strange places, but this was new. She then remembered the midget who told her a similar story. "Where's that mid…sorry, hobbit?"

"Oh him? He's with the company of Dwarves down the corridor; they just got back from a great battle. Their all excited to meet you, you are of their kin after all…"

"HUSH, young leillodure, she does not know of this world, and not of her real heritage either, she has to be told slowly and carefully or else she'll go mad!" another voice with a beautiful face interrupted the younger one.

"Ok I must be dreaming or drugged or something ridiculous because you are all talking utter shi…"

"Of course you will think that" a new voice entered the room. All of the faces changed from an expression of curiosity to a mixture of fear and respect. They backed away from Marina and she could see the most beautiful face she had ever seen strutting towards her. His hair was long, longer than hers, but so blonde it seemed to reflect the sun. 'Humph, quite like my face then' she thought. His clothes were similar to the others, but she could tell they were much more expensive and probably worth a lot more. Normally she was quite respectful to the hands who fed her, but right now she was confused, nauseous, angry and slightly scared, which never happened.

"Look mister, I have no idea who you lot are or where I am so could you please fill me in a bit I'm a tad pissed off already that I got a hangover this morning, and now you're all acting as though I'm mental…or something...or…uh…yeah." Marina couldn't finish, for the beautiful man was still walking towards her, his face seldom yet uneasy. She went silent and was put into a little more shock when he opened his mouth to speak. He seemed to ooze perfection.

"In due time, you will be told the story of your true birth and what life you should have lived, but first you must know, you must stop talking in that infuriating accent and speak properly in this realm. It will not be tolerated in my forest, especially not in my presence."

'Oh bloody hell' Marina's face fell. Who did he think he was? Any newfound feeling she had for this guy were out the window faster than she could down a triple vodka.

"Eh, I'm Scottish and that's the way I was brought up." She sat up a little taller, "You say I wasn't brought up properly you utter asshole?!Take that back right now!" She said with such authority and pride.

The room made a chorus of gasps. Nobody stood up to Thranduill, never, not unless you had a death wish. Marina's face didn't change. She was Scottish and nobody insulted her, even some pompous, perfection oozing clown like this. The Elvin King stepped back a little, clearly not used to this sort of behaviour. This made Marina smirk which was the wrong thing to do. He strode right up to her faster than any human could, his face just inches from hers.

"You will be more grateful for what we have done for you after nobody would help, especially when you realise you belong here, and not in that filthy human realm. BRING THE DWARVES!" He bellowed the last words right into her face, making her flinch. If she wasn't so mad, she would have noticed her heart fluttering away, making her blush pink. The others scurried away, leaving Marina and the 'arse' alone. He was still looking at her intently, and she couldn't make her mind up on what he was thinking. This one was hard to read. It took all of her remaining strength to make out three emotions; anger, disappointment, and little bit of admiration. 'Wow, he must not get his a lot' she thought to herself. As if snapping out of a trance, Thranduill backed away from her and stood tall once again. He took a minute to compose himself, and then said quietly, "Your powers are strong, and that is a relief. The dark side won't take you so easily." He was not used to people reading his mind either, and feeling her look inside his head made him uneasy.

"The dark side? Like The Death Star?" Marina's head was swirling. Her rational thinking was leaving her and her imagination filled up just like when she was engrossed in one of her books. What was this place? These guys must be elves of some variety, he must be their leader. Why was the room so big for such a small bed? What there starships flying about outside? Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud, booming noise coming up the corridor outside. It sounded like an army were invading. Suddenly the door burst open and in came 13 small bearded men all with looks of joy on their faces. They stopped at the door, took one look at her, cheered, and then stampeded towards her. She didn't have any strength in her legs to move, so all she could do was hide under her covers while the small men clamoured on top of her, booming words of some variety. She could make out "Pretty" "Girlie" and "YEAH!" as her covers were thrown off her and they all stared at her, some still perched on the bed, some on the floor beside her. Only one hadn't flung himself at her and he was still at the door, arms crossed, face expressionless. Thranduill beckoned him, "come now Thorin, surely you want to meet your Great-Niece?" He seemed to almost be mocking him, and Thorin shuddered. This made Marina laugh. "Eh, excuse me, but how can he be my great uncle, look at the size of him?!"

This encouraged the other dwarves to roar with laughter, realising she had a funny accent and no idea where she was. "This'll be a fun one" the smallest of the small men whispered.