He set me softly down on the mossy ground. He helped me take off my cloak. He winced slightly when he saw the gash.

"That bad huh?" I asked, trying to turn my head to see it.

"Please, this will go much faster, and easier if you sit still." I crinkled up my nose. Even though I couldn't see the cut, I could, however, see that I was bleeding nicely. I groaned, my arm was becoming numb. "Do not worry, I am an expert at healing." He continued, reaching inside his pack. He took a small vile out, uncorked the top, and held it to my lips. "Drink this, it will help with the pain." Hesitantly I drank from it. Soon I began to get weary, and fell asleep.

When I awoke, my arm was well blinded, and I had a small headache. Lying next to me was one of the wildcats. Looking around I couldn't see Cresto, or the other two cats. I wonder where they went. Oh well. I'm still feeling rather drowsy, maybe I'll just, rest my eyes for a little while. What seemed like only moments later, I was being shaken. Lazily, I opened my eyes again. In front of me stood my betrothed.

"I am sorry for wakening you, milady, but, I do think that we should get to know each other," he sighed, then continued, "especially if we are going to be spending the rest of our lives," another sigh, "together." What in the world! He almost sounds like he doesn't want to marry me! Where in the world does this guy get off? I can't believe he doesn't want to marry me! How can he – wait, I don't want to marry him either. Do I? No, no, too soon to tell.

"Are you implying that you do not wish to marry me?" I asked, trying desperately to keep a smile from overtaking my face.

"I didn't say that…"

"But you were implying it, why? May I ask?"

"It's just that… may I tell you a story?" I nodded, this should be interesting. "It is a story that takes place in these very woods." Okay…

"Is it a true story?" I asked.

"It is more a myth, or legend, but, I believe it." Oh, darn, I thought it was going to be some love story. Oh well

"Do go on." I pleaded. He nodded (a/n people do a lot of nodding in this story, don't they??) and began.

"Long ago some of the sea elves migrated to this very area-"

"Don't dwarves live in this mountain?"

"Yes but-"

"I thought elves and dwarves didn't get along though"

"They don't, the elves and dwarves made a pact – the elves would stay in the woods, the dwarfs in the mountain.

"Ah, okay, go on."

"Well, some of the elves decided to have a look around the area. Some of them stumbled into the shire, and took a fancy to the hobbits that lived there. This also explains to some extent why Hobbits do not particularly like 'big people' or strangers. Anyway, the elves took fancy, and apparently, so did some hobbits, because they came back to this forest with them. The hobbits left without telling anyone where they were going, or with whom. So they were thought to be kidnapped. Anyway, together, they began new breed of elves. They are said to be short, about 5' in height, they usually have medium to dark curly hair. They have light eyes, and underneath their eyes, they have three small black spots, that come from the outside corner in, from big to small. They usually go around barefooted, though they do not have the big, hairy feet as hobbits do. This new race had many different names, such as the Hobbit Elves, Raven Elves, or the Dream Elves.

They were called Hobbit Elves because, well, for obvious reasons. Dream Elves, because it is said that in their dreams, they could enter another person's reality in the form of a bird. And Raven Elves, because the raven only lived in these mountains, and also because of a curse. The curse was that when their true queen would be born, a great darkness would settle in Middle Earth. They would know it was their queen because fresh from birth, and for forever after, on her right arm, there would be a black raven, it's wings encircling her arm. Also, it is said that when she enters others reality, she is in the form of a Raven.

This child was born. And when she was, Sauron's forces began to regroup, and find their way to Mordor. She was beautiful, blood red hair, with emerald eyes… well, when she was just ten, a band of orcs raided the forest. While all the elves and dwarves were fighting them, her father took her, and ran. He hid her in some brush. Then he ran back to fight with his family. He died… and no one ever saw the child again."

"You act as if this really happened…did it?"

"I-my brother, saw the child's birth, most everyone thought he was insane. But soon they forgot, the war of the ring helped them to forget much faster."

"Oh…" pretty insane. Another race. Ya' know, Middle Earth really doesn't need any more races.