Sasha was quickly learning she had no power here. If the elves wanted her to get looked at, she was going to get looked at, no matter how much she hemmed and hawed like a school-girl. She chewed her lip and tried to ignore the stares as Elladan chatted along happily, pointing out key locations and telling stories about them. So far, she'd learned the spot his sister received her first kiss, his favorite spot for ditching his lessons, and the best pitch of dirt for sword practice. She'd made the appropriate noises and facial expressions, but his words went right over her. What if no one could help her? What if all this about his father was pure crap? For the first real time since she'd arrived in this dream, she didn't feel like she was in any threat of danger, but God, why hadn't she woken up yet? Aren't you supposed to wake up in the peak of your fear? That moment had come and gone.

"... May be difficult," Elladan buzzed in her ear. "Ready?"

"Hmm, ready for what?"

He laughed. "Back from your mental retreat?"

"Just for you, scooter."

He gave her a confused look, but said nothing. "I was saying, this next part may be difficult. Can you climb?"

"Of course I can," she bragged. "Wait, climb what? A tree, a wall, what?" Luckily, she could do both.

He pointed to a structure that looked like a damn good tree house. Like someone's dad had taken all the time in the world to construct.

"Haven't climbed a tree in years," She admitted, grabbing onto a low branch and steadying one foot on it. "But I think I can handle it."

In a flash, Elladan was behind her. "Please, let me carry you."

"No it's ok, I got it. Trust me, this whole thing sucks enough already." Translation: Back Off.

"Please, if something did happen, I would be in serious trouble with Ada." Translation: I'm doing it whether you like it or not.

She sighed and gave in. She knew what it was like to get it trouble for something someone else did, and she knew it wasn't fun. Still though, she knew she was guest and she slightly wondered why she wasn't being listened to. Then again, he never listened to her. Not from the first second.

"Alright, what do you want me to do?"

He scooped her up and grabbed a branch. "Nothing. Just sit there and don't look down."

"I'm fine with heights, you know."

"So I figured," Elladan offered, remembering she spent the orc battle in a tree. "But I'm trying to be a gentleman."

She nodded in agreement, sneaking a peak at the forest floor. "Well, I guess I can't fault you for trying. That's all we want, anyway. We just want the effort."

He smiled and set her down on a long, thick branch that she guessed served as a stoop, before opening the door. Perhaps it was her American nature, perhaps it was because she'd had a tree house as a kid and the whole point was for privacy, but Sasha felt odd following him without knocking.

"Suliaid, Cristiel,"(Greetings, Cristiel) Elladan greeted what Sasha was guessing another elf warmly. She'd hugged him tight and Sasha smirked. So, Elladan had a fan club? Could have fooled her.

She grinned, batting her eyelashes. Sasha stared at the ceiling to keep from laughing. "Man anirach cerin an le?"(What can I do for you?)

Elladan walked back over to Sasha, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Care to look over this one, for me?"

Cristiel glanced at the human curiously. "Pedich Edhellen?" (Do you speak Elvish?)

"Um, no. That's in the other room."

Elladan grinned at her. Typical Sasha.

"I asked if you speak Elvish."

"Oh, well, in that case.. No. Not a word."

"Edan" Elladan explained for her. Sasha turned and looked at him. Second time she's heard that word, and still had no idea what it meant. She refused to ask; she didn't want to look like an idiot.
"So, um, can you do anything or not?" She shifted from one foot to the other. "I really don't like being here. No offense!" She blurted out quickly.

Cristiel nodded and took her arm. "Wait here," She told Elladan. "By the looks of things, this should not take long."