A/N: Thank you Stranger In Paradise for your review. At least I know that someone bothered to read this story.

This is not a Mary-Sue. . .or at least I hope not. I plan on clearing up questions in later chapters, although they might take longer than I want to be answered.

They are in Rivendell. This chapter I have tried to clear up the questions you asked. Yes, I know the two places are not close at all. Legolas is visiting Rivendell and the reasons are mentioned in chapter three (not yet posted). I do not know how you got the idea of Thranduil being present, but he is not there.

I hope this chapter helps.

Chapter Two

"This way," Legolas motioned starting to walk in the direction of the city.

They walked in silence for quiet a while before the foreigner spoke. "I came because of the threat on this forest. Why do I not feel its' presence if it exists?"

Legolas kept his eyes ahead of him as he walked. "There has never been a threat on this forest. Lord Elrond is very careful and protects his realm well."

The woman stopped in her tracks. Legolas paused and looked back, then motioned forward with his hand. "My lady?"

"No threat?"

"No, my lady, but---"

"Then why am I here?" she yelled. A cloud appeared in the clear blue sky and covered the sun, casting a dark shadow over them.

"My lady, if I have heard you correctly, you are in the wrong realm."

The cloud disappeared and she looked at him curiously. "Wrong realm?"

"Yes. You said you were looking for the Mirkwood king?"

"Correct," she answered, still not comprehending.

"Well, you have entered Rivendell, another elven territory."

"Rivendell? Blasted, no wonder. . ."

"My lady," he motioned forward again. "Lord Elrond is expecting us."

She started walking again. "I thank you for your courtesy toward me, but please, something other than 'my lady'? I am surely not your lady."

Legolas would have stopped were he not anxious to get away from this creature. "I am well aware you are not my lady. It is elven custom to call all females 'my lady'."

"Yes, well. My customs come before yours."

This time Legolas grabbed her arm and whirled her towards him. "I do not know who you are or what you have against my kind, but when you are visiting any city on this planet, you follow their customs. Is that understood?"

When she did not respond, Legolas tightened his grip and his voice went dangerously low. "I would kill you now if it were my decision to make."

Legolas looked into her eyes, rage burning like fire sparking violently within him, as he watched her eyes brew into a storm. Like storm clouds, her eyes darkened. Her features seemed to glow like lightning and a spark lit in her eye.

"Do not order me and dare change my ways. Never again will you touch me, is that understood?"

"No," he bit back. "You have no status here. You will act properly or I shall have Lord Elrond imprison you."

She wrenched out of his grasp and a cold wind rushed past. "If I did not need you to show me to the king, I'd bring lightning from the sky down to you."

"Your greatest powers are useless here, especially with Elrond's knowledge of you."

The woman swiped her hand as she did with Elladan, but nothing happened. She tried a second time and still nothing.

A small smile played on Legolas' lips as he motioned forward. "My lady?"

"Err!" Her vocal cords quivered in frustration as she turned and stomped off ahead. "How can this be? We possess more power than any race in the system!" She swiped her hand at a branch in her path and it flew to the side. "What?"

She paused, looking around her. Legolas walked past her, thinking he clearly knew what was going on. She attempted to hit Legolas with the branch, but it did not budge. She experimented levitating, swinging, and throwing the branch, but for some reason she could not hit the elf.

"Do you possess some power I am not aware of?" She asked him curiously as she started walking to catch up.

"Perhaps," Legolas answered although he knew that he was not the one who possessed the power.

"The lord you speak of must have graced you. . .might I ask which of the two realms you spoke of you are from?"

"I will gratify you as much information as you will gratify me," he answered.

"Very well. I assumed your questions will be answered when we arrive at the city. Until then, will you humor me?"

"Alright, I shall humor you by letting your thoughts answer your questions," Legolas responded, quickening his pace and applauding himself on his own handy work.

"Clever elf, you are," she muttered and quickened her pace as well.

The trees parted and they entered the city. The woman looked up at the scene surrounding her and seemed to be awed by it. He watched from the corner of his eye as she absorbed everything in the scene.

Legolas headed towards the palace where Elrond would be waiting. As a gentleman would, he held the palace door for her. They walked down the palace corridors in silence and Legolas thought it peculiar how much in awe she was of this place. Yes, it was majestically beautiful, but this curiosity and wonder did not seem to be in her character.

He knocked on the door and heard a voice allowing him in. Again, he held the door to the throne room for her before slipping in as well.

As fast as it had come, her look of awe disappeared and her stern, demanding self returned.

Lord Elrond sat at his throne with five guards on either side. Beside him on the right stood his son Elrohir and on his left Elladan.

"Good morn, Lord Elrond," Legolas greeted, bowing.

"Yes it is, Legolas. Though I must say, we missed you at breakfast."

"My apologies. I went out to get some much needed fresh air and to ponder what we had been discussing earlier."

"No need to apologize. I shall speak with you later, but I see you have brought a guest." Elrond observed, glancing at the woman. "I hear she is not similar to the others." Legolas noticed Elladan's smirk before turning his full attention to the king once more, but Elrond was no longer speaking to him. "Tell me about yourself," he asked the woman.

"There is not much needed to tell. Only I must get to Mirkwood and speak to its ruler."

"Why?"

"I have been sent to remove a shadow growing on the Mirkwood realm," she told him, stepping forward.

"Who has sent you?"

"The details are not needed, especially by you. You have no relevance to my mission and I shall be off soon with a supplied guide."

Elrond stood and walked toward her. Behind him the guards spread out and readied their bows.

"You will answer the king's questions!" a guard demanded.

Elrond held up a hand for the guard to cease his words, but it was too late. Again, Legolas watched as she swiped her hand and the guard was levitated. The guard shot an arrow then dropped his bow, clutching his throat as if he was choking.

A furry of arrows followed. A spectator would think she had no chance against nine carefully aimed arrows, but surprisingly enough, the mysterious creature held her arms out, slightly in front of her shoulders and her elbows dropped and bent comfortably. Her hands were perpendicular to the floor.

The arrows flew toward her with amazing speed, but she muttered a few words and a magic barrier appeared. It reminded Legolas of the Bridge of Kazad- dum and Gandalf's shield against the balrog.

The barrier caused the arrows to fall to the floor. She opened her eyes and lowered her arms and the guard on the floor. Elrond just stared at her all the while. Behind him, the guards were wide-eyed in shock of what had just happened.

"I hope you are aware I could send you to the dungeons for what you have just done," Elrond replied calmly.

"What would that accomplish? You would never get me down there and if by some unspoken power you did, I could easily escape," she said with a smirk on her face.

"I do not need the help of elves," she continued. "I shall simply call to the Powers and have them take me to Mirkwood. It would be easier on both our parts." Her smile grew and she closed her eyes, murmuring in an unknown tongue.

Legolas grabbed her arm. "You will not destroy my people!"

The chant filled the air along with the words, "You cannot stop me, Prince of Mirkwood."

A glow came from the woman's dress as the air in the room started to circulate, faster and faster. Legolas refused to give in.

"You will not go anywhere!" he demanded.

The guards were fleeing from the room or to the corners. The king's sons gripped their father's throne as if they were afraid they might be lifted from their feet. Elrond, however, kept his feet permanently planted five feet before her.

The wind died down only to a small wind. Her smile grew as once again she seemed to find her bearings. But the smile quickly disappeared and her angry eyes flashed open, burning with fury.

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Her surroundings flashed before her eyes. "No!" her mind cried. She opened her eyes and anger overtook her.

She looked at the woodland elf before her and wrenched her arm away. "I told you never to touch me!" she screamed as she tried to fling him against the wall. "What have you done to me?"

"Speak visitor. Answer the questions we ask of you." It was Elrond who spoke first.

"Never!" She swiped her hand, but Legolas grabbed it.

"You shall not harm the King of Rivendell," he stated in a smooth, unhurried speech.

She backed up, startled. "Why-what. . ." she hit a wall and slid to her knees, crying. She looked to the ceiling and held her arms out. "I told you I was not prepared for this!"

Thunder was heard from outside and lightning flashed through the windows. The woman completely collapsed and landed on her face on the stone floor.

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The four elves stood their ground as the moments ticked by, listening to the storm build outside and watching the unmoving creature on the floor.

Elrond started forward, but Legolas held out an arm to stop him, going forward instead. He quietly knelt beside her and reluctantly touched her. A breath escaped his lips when she did not react. His fingers felt for a pulse and he turned to Elrond who was advancing.

"I think she lives although she is unconscious."

Elrond nodded. "Let us try to get her upstairs."