Hundreds of years ago, the Elven Queen mysteriously disappeared and the only thing that people knew was that she was last seen in Gundabad. Searches have been made but to no avail. The blood of too many elven soldiers has been spilled for this quest and so that is what led her husband Thranduil King of the Woodland Realm to stop the research and officially declare his soulmate to be dead. Thranduil didn't stop mourning his wife but managed to stay for his subjects and more importantly his son. However, he grew cold without Eliannel and didn't let his emotions rule his life. People at his court who knew their King when his Queen was still beside him didn't recognize their ruler and as time passed they even wondered if it was the same person. Thranduil raised his son as well as he could and was rather satisfied with the result. Indeed, Legolas grew with a tender and gentle heart while inheriting his father's looks.
After the Battle of the Five Armies, Thranduil, Legolas and Tauriel came back to Mirkwood where Tauriel spent a lot of time mourning her lost love. Things in the kingdom were rather quiet and people were beginning to accept the losses of their loved ones and finding peace of heart again when an unexpecting messenger from Rivendell was about to change their existence.
Marie was an ordinary girl and lived an uneventful life. Like many children, she didn't have a happy childhood but she was determined to get her revenge on life. As she grew older, she did everything in her power to be invisible and not to draw attention to her. She never tried to stand out from the crowd and was well pleased when people didn't remember her. Everything was going according to plan until one fateful day where she woke up in a garden instead of her apartment.
When she opened her eyes and discovered that she was laying on the grass near a rose bush she couldn't believe her eyes. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming and touched the ground only to feel the grass between her fingers. Marie didn't drink alcohol and didn't take any drugs but at that moment she could have swore that someone drugged her. Indeed, she had a horrible headache that didn't seem to go away. When she got up and started to move toward a fountain, she noticed how tall she was, as if she were wearing heels. Oftentime her headaches came from her bad vision so she decided to take off her glasses and to put her hands on her head in the hope to ease the didn't see the elf coming her way with a concerned look on his face.
"Are you alright?" His voice was sweet and unnatural to her ears. Marie looked up only to see a tall looking man with weird pointy ears and very long brown hair. She was trying so hard to understand what the man was saying that she didn't notice the fact that her eyesight was perfect without her glasses.
"What? What are you saying? I'm sorry I don't know where I am, I woke up here only minutes ago.." she says in her usual accent. She didn't know what kind of language this man was speaking but she could tell it wasn't any of the many languages that she studied. Her headache was getting more and more painful, she felt as if the earth was spinning too fast but at the same time as if she spoke in slow motion. The elf frowned even more as he was hearing someone talk in an unknown language. He tried all the languages he knew, even Khuzdul (he didn't expect an elleth like her to speak the tongue of the Dwarves but he was going desperate) but nothing worked and so he decided to bring her to Lord Elrond, hoping he could communicate with her.
Marie was starting to be scared of this whole situation and this strange man didn't help her headache. She let him guide her to a place she didn't know because she could feel in her bones that he didn't have any ill intentions. All of her fears disappeared when she laid eyes upon the architecture of Rivendell, she was so mesmerized that she stopped listening to the man beside her and to other voices around her. She has never seen anything like it and she was walking with an open mouth and was looking everywhere. Marie liked to read about differences in architecture between cultures but she never saw anything resembling what was before her eyes. She wished she had a camera with her so she could take pictures but the man beside her didn't let her stop and she was soon facing someone with dark hair and a silver circlet on his forehead. When her eyes fell upon Lord Elrond and noticed the beautiful robes he was wearing she started to realize that she was still in her pajamas. At that moment she was really regretting having brought these ridiculous Disney pajamas, luckily the pants and long sleeve top were loose so it wasn't revealing. She was blushing and she was playing with her glasses in her right hand hoping that it would calm down.
Lord Elrond was quite surprised and intrigued by what Lindir had told him. In his old age he has never seen anything like it, an elleth that speaks a language that nobody has ever heard of and that elf was no other than Eiliannel, his long lost friend. He recognized her immediately even if he can tell that she's different from what he remembers. Her body language is nothing like one of an elf but more of a human. Elrond scrutinized her for a long moment, eyes narrowing, before he finally talked.
"Eliannel, is that truly you?" says Lord Elrond in a hushed voice.
The expression on Marie's face was not what he was expecting. He was expecting her to recognize her name and to greet him like she used to but she remained silent with a confused expression on her face. Elrond could tell what she was thinking and his healer instincts told him that she was suffering, from what he didn't know since she could stand and walk just fine. He dismissed Lindir and led Marie into one of his guest room, he didn't stop talking to her the whole time they were walking but she only responded in a language he didn't recognize. Once they were in the guest room, Marie spotted the mirror immediately as it was occupying half the size of the wall and she let out a high-pitched scream when she saw her reflection. Her eyes widened and she fainted instantly.
For the second time of the day, Marie woke up in an unusual place, this time it was in a comfortable bed with Lord Elrond at her side and a healer she hadn't seen before. She didn't listen to what they were saying and examined herself instead. Nothing was the same. Her black and wavy hair was way longer and more notably she wasn't so overweight anymore. Marie was normally 5'1 but not now and her legs, he now has very long legs. Not to mention her ears which were very much like Lindirs. This was too much to bear so she started sobbing like an elfling because she couldn't understand how it was possible. She was panicking and demanding explanations from Lord Elrond. He then decided to administer a sleeping potion so she would calm down. After making sure she was sleeping in her new room, Lord Elrond rushed to send a messenger to Mirkwood with the mission to tell the great news, although he didn't fully understand what was happening.
Few days passed and the headache was completely gone after a long rest. Marie was starting to get used to the people around her, the sound of their voices didn't sound so alien anymore and she started to understand what they were saying. For now she was only responding with hand signs but it was only in a matter of hours until they would be able to communicate, their language was no longer unfamiliar to Marie's ears. Lord Elrond didn't let anyone besides him and Lindir to visit her as she was still unpredictable. He didn't understand her reaction when she saw herself in the mirror and was hoping that once her husband will be here, he would be able to lighten things up.
He hoped she would recognize her husband but something told him that she would react exactly how she reacted when she saw him, with no recollection whatsoever.