Author's Note:

Wow I am like...so excited to keep writing this story.. I already know what's going to happen and shit. The whole thing will be split into a trilogy, like the Lord of the Rings. Soo...yeah.

Oh and enjoy the chapter, there's a bit of romance in it so woo. And what happened to Haldir is enclosed.

CH 7~.

Anne woke up with a startling shout. She glanced around quickly, making out she was in a different bedroom. There was a dull pain in her knee as she tried to recap what had happened. So it wasn't a dream, she told herself. She had just taken an arrow to the knee.

Her leg was wrapped in what looked like an early stage of gauze. The windows in front of her were bright from the sun. She was on a lower level of Rivendell, for the ground seemed closer to her than it would from the windows in her room.

Someone was sitting in a chair looking outside.

"Summer?" Anne croaked, and Summer's head whipped around.

"Oh my God, Anne! Are you okay? Elrond said you wouldn't awake for a few more hours but oh my God! You were shot by someone, and they don't know who, but oh my FUCKING GOD!" Summer exclaimed, rushing over to a groaning Anne.

Anne herself felt like hell. "So I was shot. At least not by a gun."

"This isn't funny Anne!" Summer said, pressing the back of her hand to Anne's forehead. "Well at least the fever went down. Elrond said that happens sometimes when he does his stuff. Only to certain people though."

"Does his 'stuff'? Summer, that sounds a whole lot more misleading than I'm sure it is."

"His healing stuff that he does. You were losing so much blood and I didn't know what to do. You were shot like three times."

"In my knee?"

"No, the second shot whirled past the top of your head as you fell and the other one scraped the side of your neck."

Anne felt her neck, feeling a small scar already there.

"I'll go get Elrond," Summer mentioned as she scurried out of the room. Anne rolled over in the bed. She felt comfy. All she would've needed were some covers and she would've fallen asleep. The four-post bed creaked underneath her as she shifted across the mattress, facing away from the door where Summer disappeared. So someone was trying to kill her. Or at least injure her. How was she supposed to explain to her parents the scar on her neck or on her knee?

A creak came from behind her back and Summer appeared where Anne could see her, along with Elrond. He kneeled beside her and inspected her carefully.

"How do you feel?" he asked at last.

"I'm just peachy," Anne said quietly. Elrond gave a confused look. "I feel fine," she put on her best smile and Elrond pressed his lips into a tight line.

"That is good. I am sorry this happened, Lady Anne. I will make sure you are always guarded." Elrond paused and then said in a much quieter voice that Anne had to strain to hear, "unless you would like to stay by me."

Was that a pickup line? From Elrond? Anne had to try not to laugh. It was cute but a tad weird. "I like the second option," she smirked after a warning look from Summer.

Elrond took a deep breath and said, "I will go get you breakfast." With that he left Summer and her in the room alone. Summer yelped with joy.

"Aw that's so cute. Lady Anne and Lord Elrond."

"Shut up, Summer." Anne tried to sit up, but it didn't work.

"It is! I like it. Though he's like wayyyy too old for you."

"Come on, he's only like 6,800," Anne smiled and they laughed together for a second before the door opened and in came Elrond with a plate that only had two pieces of Lembas bread on it. Anne reached for one happily and took a medium-sized bite. Elrond handed the second piece to Summer and then sat down on the bed where Anne's body curved away from the end of the mattress. Needless to say, he sat next to her stomach which was growling with hunger quite loudly.

He stared at Anne skeptically while she ate the bread. She placed the rest of the food onto the plate in Elrond's hands and thanked him. He reached over her and put the plate down behind her. Summer finished the bit of bread she was chewing on and made for the door. "I'll be just outside," Summer said carelessly over her shoulder and left Elrond and Anne alone.

Anne stared up at the elf, trying to figure out what to say. "Thank you," she resorted to saying, to which he nodded.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked and Anne mimicked Elrond's nod.

"Good. There is a celebration in the Hall of Fire tonight, bidding you a get well party. Would you be so-"

"Yes I would love to go!" Anne exclaimed and sat up in a second, almost knocking Elrond off the bed. He smiled. Anne almost fell over on the bed from his grin. Elves. Shouldn't. Be. Allowed. To. Smile. Especially. Hot. Male. Ones.

"Splendid. I need to go, for now. Haldir will watch you while I'm gone."

Anne's heart sank as Elrond started to leave. He froze in the middle of standing up and faced Anne. He took her hand and brushed his lips softly against it. Then he let her shaking hand go and left the room. Moments later a stubborn-looking Haldir appeared in the room who walked straight to the windows. Obviously Summer went to go find herself an elf instead of waiting outside for Anne.

Minutes passed.

There was only silence.

"The Silent Treatment is not a preferred option," Anne said loudly, so Haldir could hear her. He spun around and looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "The Silent Treatment is when you don't talk to someone or say anything to them because you're angry."

Haldir nodded and faced the window again, "then I think that is the most preferred option," he mumbled.

"I'm sorry about being rude to you," Anne suggested, to which Haldir whirled around. He strode over to where she was and stood beside her.

"I do not wish to be pitied."

"It's not pity, I'm just saying sorry. What happened to you anyway?" she asked the Marchwarden.

"Nothing has happened to me," Haldir replied and looked around the room.

"Something has obviously happened if you've become a total jerk."

"Jerk?"

"It's a mean word, I'll leave it at that."

Haldir bent down in front of Anne and whispered angrily, "what has happened to me is none of your business."

"Actually it is, considering that you're getting mad at me for something I did not do," Anne retorted.

"It's not my fault you have an attitude," Haldir said, standing back up.

"Oh, I have an attitude? What about you? You're over there all 'I'm so tough, I can do whatever and I keep all these secrets locked up inside of me and if anyone tries to feel sad for me I'm going to throw it back into their face and be mean to everyone.' Yeah, I have a real attitude, don't I?"

"And you think you are perfect, that you can do anything you want and no one will care and everyone will always forgive you!"

"I have a fucking assassin after me!"

"Fucking?"

Anne could help but chuckle as Haldir cursed and didn't notice that he was doing it. He shook his head and continued.

"Maybe they were aiming for your other friend. The world doesn't around just you! Other elves exist!"

"You don't say?!" Anne exclaimed.

"What on Arda are you even saying?!" Haldir yells back.

"Oh, I'm just speaking regularly! Never heard a bit of slang or sarcasm?! I wonder why! You're too busy living under a rock!"

"I live in Lothlorien, not a rock!"

"Maybe Lothlorien is a rock then!"

Haldir didn't reply to that, he went over to where Summer was sitting a half an hour before and sat there, frowning. Anne quieted down. How did she hurt his feelings? She felt bad and guilty. She shouldn't have said that.

It was in that moment Elrond chose to appear. Maybe he was listening outside? He showed no sign of hearing anything. Haldir bolted out of the room in a calm manor and Elrond walked over to Anne.

"What happened to Haldir, m'Lord?" Anne asked quietly. Elrond looked at his hands and sat next to Anne.

"I suppose, because you were living out in the Wilder, you wouldn't have been informed. In February, a pack of men invaded Lorien. They killed most of Haldir's friends and family. It's a terrible story. Haldir helped the men during the battle in Helms Deep, I have no idea why they would rebel. To make matters worse, they took to destroying almost all the flets in Lorien as well. Haldir got away, somehow. He's been traveling to Rivendell since early March, and has chosen to reside here for a while."

"That's terrible," Anne said, feeling a whole lot guiltier for saying the things she said to the elf.

"Yes, it is."

Things were quiet for a second as Anne took in the information. She looked around the room and leaned against the pillow. Elrond frowned.

"Do you know who would have shot you with an arrow, should they be given a chance?" he inquired.

"Honestly, the only people in Rivendell that I know are you, my friend Summer, Haldir, Lilithia and Steliark."

"Steliark?"

"Yes, she helped me get back to me room," Anne said.

"I don't know an elf named Steliark."

"Weird."

"What did she look like?"

"Tall, skinny. Blonde hair, I think."

"Okay," Elrond said, "I'll ask someone to find her. Meanwhile I shall stay here and watch you."

"You don't have any duties to do, m'Lord?" Anne asked.

"Not today."

"Good," Anne smiled and lay back down on the bed. Elrond stood off of the bed and walked around to the other side, where he lay down next to Anne and stared up at the ceiling.

"Do you know any good stories?" Anne asked after a few minutes' silence.

"Perhaps," Elrond said, resting his hands on his stomach. The end of his brown robe reached Anne's ankle and brushed against it.

"Do tell," she said, smiling.

Elrond started by telling a story of his days in the war of the second age. Then he moved onto his childhood and some foolish things he had accomplished. It took a while, but Anne listened closely to his every word. After his childhood came things about his children, Elrohir and Elladan. Anne laughed at some parts. By each story she knew a little bit more about Elrond's life and his personality, and so far, she came to this deduction; he's stubborn, and strict, but friendly and has a good sense of humor when he wants to. So maybe he wasn't all like Elrond from the movies and books, but he was definitely an awesome elf.

"What about you?" Elrond asked after finishing his last story about his wife.

"What about me?" Anne said.

"What stories do you have hidden behind your face?"

Anne continued staring at the ceiling as she spoke. "My life hasn't been that interesting until I stumbled upon here."

"What happened to your parents?"

"I think they died by orcs. I haven't seen them for the last five hundred years. They disappeared when I was seventeen."

"Anne, how old are you?" Elrond rolled over onto his side to face Anne. She tried to do the same, but felt a muscle in her knee pull and winced, decided against it. She continued laying on her back.

"Three thousand six hundred and seventy three."

"Good."

"Why is that good?"

Elrond sat up and stared at her. "No reason," he whispered in what seemed to be his seductive voice. It took all of Anne's energy not to laugh at it. Okay this Elrond was nothing like the ones in the books unless he was this funny trying to flirt. If he did ever flirt.

It didn't work though, she burst out laughing and had to sit up after making herself cough. Elrond stared at her in concern after hearing her cough.

"Are you-"

"I'm fine, m'Lord." She stopped laughing and finished coughing. "Pardon."

"You are strange," Elrond stated. Anne looked at the Elf-lord, who wasn't smiling, but looked like he was holding back a chuckle.

"How could you expect anything less?" Anne said, smiling. Without thinking, she sat up and leaned against Elrond, who stiffened automatically. He was stone hard. Anne sensed this and leaned the other way, away from him. He was quiet.

"Sorry, sir." Anne twirled her hands together. Elrond's tenseness went away after a bit and he started talking.

"No sorry is needed." And he stealthily put his hand around Anne's waist, which made her surprised a bit, and pulled her back to her earlier position against his shoulder. She smiled while blushing as Elrond started to slowly fall back against the pillow. Anne's head ended up on his shoulder with his chin resting on the side of her head. She curled into a fetus position against him, and though her knee started to hurt more as she bent it, she fell asleep again.

Author's Note:

Chapter 7 complete.

Okay I'm currently writing chapter ten for anyone's who's curious, if anyone is curious at all, which I doubt, but you never know. I'll be making that photobucket account soon for some pictures and things.

Hint(s) about the next chapter: funny. stressful (for Anne) and a small argument.

Review if you liked please~

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AvengerNerd3: Omg. Batman. I think that would be a great idea for Haldir to gain some manners from Bilbo, 'cept for the fact that my story, unfortunately, takes place 300 years after the War of the Ring and Bilbo went to the Gray Havens.

If Legolas is to be in this story, he'll be in the second book along with Thranduil, maybe.