A/N I'm glad you like my portrayal of Glorfindel jada. He doesn't really appear much in the trilogy so I had to improvise. And yeah Boromir ain't going to be all evil and that; honestly I like Boromir and I was really sad when I first read the book and he died. Here is another interlude for you guys and next chapter will probably be posted later today.

Thank you for your review PixieAlice. I'm glad you liked the story so far.

Disclaimer: *points to lawyers* Think they'd be here if this was mine?

Title: Forgotten Memories

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/ Drama

Summary: An elven child is found wounded on the banks of the river Bruinen by Glorfindel who takes her to Rivendell for healing. Nobody knows who she is or where she comes from; a blow she received to the head made her forget her past. As she comes of age she decides to join the most perilous voyage in her life in order to unlock her memories.


Interlude: Memories

A blizzard was raging outside as a hooded woman carrying a small bundle in her arms made her way through the snow. The bundle was slowly moving and a soft cry could be heard now and then. Suddenly a house came into view and the woman hurried, hoping to reach it before the snow worsened. Soon enough, her wishes came true… the woman knocked at the door and waited.

An elderly man opened it and gasped in surprise seeing the hooded figure.

"Good gracious Mary, what are you doing here on this dreadful weather? Come in before you freeze to death!" The man stepped from the doorstep allowing Mary to come inside. They walked towards the living room where Mary took a seat next to the fire still holding the bundle in her arms.

"Who is that?" the man asked spotting the bundle and moving the cover to reveal a small baby of no more than one year old. Wide emerald eyes gazed at the man and the baby giggled.

"This is Maia…" the woman sighed "Her parents were murdered."

Suddenly Naerdiel jerked up, waking up from her dream. The sudden movement proved to be most unwise as she was still perched in a tree. Unfortunately she lost her balance and fell. She knew climbing an oak tree with a broken arm had been unwise, but as she fell she dreaded to find out what landing on a broken arm would be like. Luckily she would never find out as she landed on something soft that broke her fall.

"Argh." A muffed voice cried and she quickly got off said person to observe that she had used Legolas as pillow to break her fall.

"I'm sorry." She chuckled as she helped the poor ellon stand.

"I'm sure you are." Legolas grunted arranging his clothes. "Honestly, mellon- nîn, in all the long years I have known you I have reached two conclusions: you must be the only clumsy elf in all of Arda and two: trees really hate you."

" 'tis nothing like that." She grunted and sat down near the tree. "I fell asleep…I had a dream…" she knew Legolas would know what she was talking about, after all when they had first met her sleep was still being haunted by them.

"But, it's been over a century since…" Legolas frowned in confussion.

"The One Ring triggered them… I started dreaming again when Frodo arrived to Rivendell. But, this one was new, that's why it startled me… I was a mere baby in it. I was being brought by a woman to the house I've dreamt before… they said a name. I think my name was Maia…" she sighed.

"Maybe you'll find out more soon." Legolas placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I heard you are to join the Fellowship as well…" he smirked at her "Do you not trust we will be able to handle the quest by ourselves?"

"Are you joking?" she laughed her good mood having returned "Did you not see what happened at the council? You would be at each other's throats. Especially you and Gimli. You need balance in that group, mellon- nîn and only I can bring it."

Laughing as well, Legolas nodded. Hours passed swiftly, but the two friends remained in each other's company enjoying some tranquil moments before the storm would come.