It's been a while, I know. Truthfully, I had most of this chappy finished a while back but haven't taken it out to work on in ages. Life has had its way of taking up most of my time so I didn't get around to it. I've been trying to take a break from writing fanfiction and concentrate on my original stories but in truth I haven't really done much of either. I've been on a reading binge and haven't had the inspiration to write anything for a while. This is just a fun, side write, while I try to get inspiration to work on more serious writing projects.

Note 1: The last two chappys I've named Elrond King instead of Lord. Oops, my bad. But I am too lazy to bother going back and correcting it and all that so you're just going to have to go with it. For now on I will refer to him as Lord Elrond. So there ::hands on hips as head is held high::

Note 2: In this story its mostly from my point of view and is written in first person but at times I will revert to other persons point of view. I'll try and separate the two by putting a space between them and me. You know, like enter an extra line between paragraphs. I don't normally write like this but this writing in first person all the time is just plain hard ::gets all pouty::

That's the end of my side notes. Err, I think. So for your reading enjoyment I give you chapter three. Hope you have fun reading it and enjoy.

Might Be Insane But It's a Hell Of a Lot of Fun!

Chapter Three

            Feeling refreshed after taking my bath, and let me tell you those elves have damn good shampoo. My hair never felt so silky and soft! (::holds up clear blue jar:: Elvin shampoo by none other than the elves! Makes the unmanageable manageable and oh so silky and shiny and soft!)

            Standing in front of a large mirror I looked at my reflection in awe. The dress that they had provided for me was made of the softest material I had ever worn against my skin. It was so light the only reason why I was aware that I was wearing anything was the fact that I could see it. The material was far from thin, with its white camisole and over it was red velvet over dress that fell to the floor just above my toes, the color accenting my skin tone rather well. In all my life I had never felt truly feminine until now.

            Smiling at my reflection I ran my fingers through my shoulder length curls. Earlier, one of the elves came and braided jewels of light into my hair pulling it fashionably away from my face. I was really beginning to enjoy this pampering. Knowing that I could not hold off the evitable I stood and approached the door. A moment pause and I opened the door.

            There standing outside the door was a tall elf, which must have been a guard of some kind. Smiling I asked, "Lord Elrond wishes to see me?"

            Nodding, the elf motioned for me to follow replying, "Follow me."

            With a sigh I caught up with my escort, is it just me or does he have really long ass legs. I was tall but geesh these elves make us Texans look short? Practically having to run to keep up I was relieved when we finally reached the door flanked on both sides standing guards who opened the door upon seeing my arrival.

            Entering the room I was immediately aware of the pairs of eyes that were fixed upon me. Now, I'm a bit shy and with the eyes of several strangers fixed on me I was a wee bit uncomfortable. I just hope it wouldn't be a Spanish inquisition that they were about to put me through.

            Hearing the door closing behind me I smiled weakly, "Um, hi."

            A tall elf with dark hair and stormy gray eyes approached me, my neck tensed as it felt as if his eyes alone could reach into my soul and dip into my deepest darkest secrets. Smiling he guided me towards a seat, "Lady Melissa I am happy that you could make an appearance. Feeling better?"

            Sitting down I answered, "I guess so."

            He smiled warmly to me, putting my uneasiness at ease, "Good! I am Lord Elrond, this is Gandalf the Gray, and I do believe that you are already acquainted with Prince Legolas."

            I looked to each in turn and then back to Elrond, "Nice to meet you. Not wanting to sound rude but do you have any idea what's going on? Cause I'll tell you right now that what happened before I passed out has never happened before. I don't do magic."

            The gray haired man within the room, Gandalf, leaned forwards and replied, "Ah, but your actions of today state otherwise."

            Frowning I leaned back into the chair, "Yes, well that was not me. There is no way that that could have been me. I'm just an ordinary woman…" I frowned, "who happens to have stumbled into some weirdness."

            "Lady Melissa, I saw with mine own eyes what you did and you still deny it?" Legolas spoke up.

            I pointedly looked at him, "What do you expect me to do? I doubt that I could do it again anyway. Probably just a fluke!"

            At this Lord Elrond walked around my chair and then rested his hands on my shoulders. The room was silent for a moment and I was a bit uncomfortable. He then spoke confidently, "Your aura speaks of power and I think I sense a bit of Elvin blood within you."

            I arched my brow at this, "Um, no way. Trust me on this, you have not met my family! Nothing Elvin there."

            Letting go of my shoulders Elrond walked towards a table and turned towards me as he leaned back against it, his head tilted to the side in thought, "Non the less, this is what I sense." He then looked to Gandalf, "What is your opinion?"
            Gandalf was thoughtful for a moment before he answered, "I sense it as well and she has purpose here."

            Nodding his head, Elrond looked to me, "It is settled then. Since it is obvious that you have no tutelage in the use of magic and of defense we shall start your lessons tomorrow."

            Well if that don't beat all! Now, I don't know about how they treat women here in Middle-Earth but I do not like to be bossed around, "Whoa, hold up! Look, I'm appreciative that you wish to help me learn this magic stuff and how to defend myself but all I want to do is go home. I don't belong here!"

            Gandalf looked to me with an expression better describe to as pity, "That is one thing that we do not know how to do. Whatever magic brought you here it is neither of our making nor anything that we have ever encountered. There is a greater power than we are aware of that is at work here."

            Purging my lips into a thin line I sighed, "Fine, but don't complain when this blows up in your faces. I'm telling you I don't do magic!"

            Lord Elrond's eyes sparkled with amusement, "We shall see… but I thank you Lady Melissa for coming. Until the dinner feast tonight then." And with that he left the room, followed by Gandalf.

            There I was sitting in the chair left alone with Lego, "Well," I mumbled to myself, "that was interesting."

Legolas had quietly approached Lady Melissa as his eyes took in her image. She had taken a transformation and looked beautiful to behold. Blue eyes searched her appearance and that's when he noticed it, her ears did have a slight point to them. Her ears were not as pointed as Elves but not as round as Man's either.

            Holding his hand out he asked, "May I escort you back to your room or do you wish for me to show you the grounds here?"

I was startled out of my thoughts and wondered just how long he had been standing there, as it was that I did not notice his approach. "Um, okay… I mean I'd liked to go somewhere other than my room. So, um, that would be nice then." Okay wanting to hit myself about now. Good going Mel, sound like an igmo! Real smooth, just real smooth!

            He was amused by her flustered response; she was definitely interesting, "Then shall we?"

            Hesitating a moment I took his hand and allowed him to lead the way. Well he was cute, there was no doubting about that. To think he was cute in the movie… but he is definitely a hottie in real life. The big screen had nothing on him! Hell, I had to admit all of the elves looked gorgeous, maybe not as gorgeous as Lego here and he is showing me around Rivendell. Oh. My. God. He is not interested in me. Na uh, no way! I mean there has got to be lots of better looking elf women out there than me a normal human.

            During my musings we must have walked silently side by side for quite sometime because when starting to take in my surroundings I found myself within the gardens. I had never seen a place so beautiful. A smile spread across my face as I took in my surroundings, "Wow!"

            Legolas looked to Melissa with an amused expression, "It is lovely here."

            "Yeah," I responded, mouth gaping open slightly. Regaining some of my composure I looked to Legolas, who was looking about the garden, "So, why show me around? I'm sure you have better things to do than being with me."

            He looked to me smiling warmly, "Not at all My Lady. This is time well spent if it means that I have the honor of knowing more about you."

            I blushed, a bit startled by his words. I mean what do you say after that, "Kiss me now?" I don't think so! Noticing that we are staring into each other's eyes I look away trying to compose myself, "Thank you."

            Needing to change topics in fears that I would firmly place my foot in my mouth or say something utterly stupid, I asked, "Um, who will be at this feast that Lord Elrond spoke of?"

            Leaning against a tree Legolas looked to her thoughtfully with a small smile on his face. Regarding her for a moment he answered, "Many of the elves of Rivendell shall be present as well as a few invited guests."

            "Cool," I said looking around at the scenery. Had to look at anything but him or I'd get all tongue-tied and end up embarrassing myself.

            His expression turned to confusion. "Do you have a chill, My lady?"

            I looked at him for a moment; face blank until I realized his confusion. "Oh, um, where I come from we use the word "Cool" as a kind of slang for neat or awesome."

            "Ah," he nodded in understanding, "I would like to hear of your world. What is it like?"

            I was thoughtful. What to tell the elf? That is the question now itn't it? "Well, we got cars, which would be a type of carriage but without the horses. It makes travel a whole lot better and easier not to mention faster. Oh and it means no walking bowlegged after having to ride a horse for hours." Well, I could torture you readers and go off into a long boring dribble about the wonders of our world but I wont. Hell, I don't even want to try to do it. Anyway, many hours later filled with tales of my world we were sitting at a bench in the gardens. I think I've stunned and bewildered Lego here. He's just so cute when he's confused.

            "Your world sounds very strange. I would like to see it one day."

            Before we could continue we were interrupted by the appearance of the too pretty Elf, Lady Arwen. Hmm, she needs to go off and see her boy toy Aragon or something cause Lego is mine. Mwahahaha!! Oh dear. I am bad bad girl. Maybe Lego will spank me. I wanted to bounce up and down and clap my hands while saying, "Spank me, spank me!" but refrained.

            Arwen was look at me as if expecting my reply. Blushing furiously at my own thoughts and the fact that I went off into my own little world there for a sec I fidgeted in my seat. "Err, sorry, what was that?"

            She smiled at me, as if in understanding. 'God I hope she or Lego had not read my mind. They don't need to be going there. Naughty, naughty brain. Behave!' "Gandalf wishes for your presence in the library. Shall I show you the way?"

            Oh, "Oh, sure, I'd appreciate that." I then looked to Lego my eggo, um, Legolas, "It was nice talking with you. I guess I'll see you around."

            He stood as I did and took my hand in his. I watched with held breath as he raised my hand up to this lips and kissed my knuckles, his eyes never straying from mine. Is it hot or is it just me? I shivered.

            "I only hope that I will have the pleasure of your company sooner rather than later." He let go of my hand and I quickly turned away from him to follow Arwen. I almost stumbled over my own skirts as I walked away. Hell, the Elf was cute but damn did he say the nicest things and that look he gave me. Whoa, it had been a while since I've been out on a date or had a lengthy conversation with a good looking male but that Elf made me feel all confused and other things, and no not horny. Get your mind out of the gutter people. It's too damn early in this story to be getting horny yet.

            Arwen was smiling at me. I looked at her, "What?"

            She grinned. "He is taken with you."

            I fidgeted with the skirts of my dress. "Oh he was being nice and showing me around." Could he be attracted to little ole me? Nah. But damn that look he gave me combined with his words and that kiss. Holly Moley! Ugh, get a hold of yourself girl. He kissed your damned hand; it wasn't anything more than him being a charming prince. Yup, that's it exactly. I'm just hard up for some good ole male attention that's all.

            "Trust me, I have known him a long time. He is most defiantly attracted to you." Arwen spoke with an amused gleam in her eyes.

            I swallowed my heart back down as it threatened to rise in my throat. She's just teasing me. Yes, that's it. She is just trying to brighten my day or something like that. Okay, I have got to change topic here. "Anyway, Where are you taking me again?"

            She smiled, and I swear it was one of those, 'I know that you're just trying to change topics so I'll just humor your denial and accept your silent plea.' "The library and here we are. Gandalf is waiting for you behind those doors. I shall see you later this day."

            Looking at the large door I took a deep breath and mentally prepared for the battle of wills. I had to get it through these people that I do not do magic. It was a freakin fluke I tell you! Lord give me strength, I opened the door.