A/N: Thanks for the 6 reviews, I appreciate. Tash: Ok, I'll try "English" punctuation this time!



Part II: In the house of Elrond



Eltinmirwen awoke in a large white bed, unfamiliar surroundings, or maybe not.

'Wonder if this is the bed Elijah-Frodo she corrected herself- slept in?' she thought.

'So, you are awake.' A voice startled her out of her reverie.

Elrond appeared in the doorway. To Eltinmirwen's disappointment, his eyebrows were perfectly normal, and in no way 'strange' or 'weird'.

'Yes, Master Elrond. Am I healed now?'

Elrond looked at the girl oddly.

'Wounds take time to heal. Fortunately you do not have a broken leg.'

Eltinmirwen pouted. 'But Frodo was healed really quickly.'

'I do not know how you know of Frodo, but his wound differed from yours. It will never wholly heal. Rest awhile child, I will be back soon.' So saying, Elrond lightly closed the door and went to find Legolas.

'You know the child is no elf, Legolas.'

'Of course, I could tell she was not of immortal race. I found her in a clearing I could not let the child die.'

'You did the right thing. Now we must find out who she really is, and what she's doing in Rivendell.'

Eltinmirwen got up, hobbled around on her good leg, and went in search of 'her' dearly beloved. She found Legolas and Elrond talking on a balcony.

'Approach child.'

'Why do you keep calling me a child? I'm sixteen years old!' She blurted out.

'Sixteen? So very few years for an elf.'

'Ok, Ok, I'll tell you. I'm no elf.'

'We know'. This was the first time Legolas spoke. 'Why did you deceive us?'

'I wanted to come to Middle Earth so I got myself sucked in. It's all the rage at the moment.'

The two elves looked at her, amazed.

'Do you mean to say you are not a race dwelling in Middle Earth?'

Eltinmirwen nodded.

'I'm sorry. My real name is Laura. I made up my elvish name on an name generator site.'

'This does not make any sense. You are not of Arda, and you cannot be of Aman, the Blessed Realm as you are not immortal.' Legolas was having a hard time trying to grasp the situation.

'Legolas, I will try and explain.' Elrond's voice, full of wisdom made both elf and human turn towards him.

'You are not the first strange child coming to these lands. I have seen many, with queer sounding names. Most are after Legolas, and declare their undying love to him, but I have heard that a few run after young Frodo Baggins too.'

'But why conceal this knowledge? Why do I have no notion of it?'

'Indeed Legolas, you may ask why. I have no logical answer, but these strange girls seem to cast a spell on you. You have no recollection of them at all as soon as they have departed, is what I have discovered.'

'Oh.' Laura, previously Eltinmirwen, looked downcast. As the author of a certain number of fan fictions in which she and Legolas could be found in slightly compromising positions, the news that he casually forgot each encounter was rather disappointing.

Legolas, on the other hand looked relieved.

'Is there no way to stop this from happening?' Legolas was clearly not aware of the extent of the problem, nor the amount of times it occurred. (Which is just as well really)

'Unfortunately, the power is not in our hands. Maybe this young lady could bring a message back to her fellow friends.'

Elrond's keen eyes bore into Laura, who blushed, feeling foolish. After the eternity (so it seemed to her) since she had dreamt of Legolas, and plastered her walls in posters of the elf, to renounce it all seemed a dreary prospect.

'But, but.it's not that easy, she stammered, we, I-she swallowed-, love Legolas.'

'Love me? I cannot comprehend how or why. Love is a complicated, intricate, serious matter. You are but a mere mortal, sixteen you say, whom I do not know and share nothing with. Only thrice have elf and mortal unified, what do you possess that would make it a fourth?'

To hear the truth so bluntly put made Laura want to cry. Slowly, she began to see that herself and thousands of other fans had been deluding themselves.

'It's only a bit of fun!' was her last argument. She need not have tried. Realising her error, she turned on her heels and ran.



A/N: I don't know if another chapter will follow, depends on the inspiration! If you have any ideas, please leave them in a review.