Since Aragorn and Legolas were both gone on scouting parties, you used the time to look through Elrond's extensive libraries. You immediately felt lost the moment you first stepped foot in one of them.
'I have months to figure this out, it'll be fine. I'll find something... I hope...' you thought to yourself, sinking into a cozy chair. You looked over the room from your seat and began to feel overwhelmed. There were so many books, many of them were old and fragile looking and you felt afraid to touch them. You didn't even know where to start! 'It could take years to go through all of these books and I still may not find anything about myself.' You covered your face with your hands, feeling defeated.
"Oh, hello there!" said an old sounding voice. You uncover your face and see an old short man in front of you. You recognize the old man to be a hobbit. "Can I help you with something? I have spent much time studying in this library since I arrived here some years ago."
"Do I know you?" you ask bewildered.
"No, I don't believe you do. You're the one they call Sky, right? You came in with my nephew, Frodo and his friends?"
"Yes, that is me," you reply, feeling mildly excited. For once someone knows who you are rather than having the unpleasant conversation about how you cannot remember a thing about yourself. "But who are you?"
"I'm Bilbo Baggins. I'm a writer, philosopher, poet, among many other things!" the hobbit was thrilled at the opportunity to introduce himself.
"Very nice to meet you, Bilbo." You smile, he seems to be rather amusing.
"Is there something I can help you find? I've done a lot of research in this library for my stories, maybe I can help you."
Here it was, if you wanted his help you'd have to explain your whole memory loss situation to him... or did you? "Actually, there is something you might be able to help me find," you begin. You pause for a moment and strengthen your resolve. "I am trying to find information about my sister. She became lost a long time ago, fell victim to some kind of spell. She took off and no one could catch her. It was said that she could not even remember her own name. No one I have spoken to knows of her or what happened to her. It is thought that she is dead. She looked much like me..." There it was, a lie.
The hobbit looked at you keenly, he appeared to be rather interested in the story. "What was her name?"
"She was known of as Moraina... it is thought that perhaps she fell into darkness and joined with the enemy in her madness..." a nice touch of a half truth.
"Moraina..." the hobbit whispered to himself in thought. "That is an interesting name. I do not recall seeing it in any of the texts, though that may not mean much. My mind is getting old. Is not quite what it used to be when I was in my prime... Those good ole days when I was a thief on a quest with twelve dwarves seeking treasure in a far off mountain. Playing games with all kinds of creatures, such as a terrible dragon and including a miserable wretch of a creature called 'Gollum'!"
"That is very interesting. Perhaps you should write a book about it," you suggest, feeling irritated that the conversation so quickly turned to the hobbit talking about himself.
"I am writing a book about it. The full story isn't yet finished and won't be for much time until Frodo's task is completed. Perhaps you might like to look over my book before you depart on the journey with him and the others."
"Yes... perhaps..." you say absentmindedly. You start considering asking Elrond for help with this task, as Aragorn had advised you to.
"I am feeling quite tired. I think I will go and take a nap. Do not worry Sky, though I be old, sleepy, and forgetful, I will remember to tell you if I remember finding any texts that may have mentioned your sister. Farewell for now," the hobbit says, leaving the room.
So you're in the same place you started from. You decide that later you will find Elrond and ask for his help, after you've come up with a much more solid lie of course.
You find Elrond later in the day, he is sitting in one of the courtyards speaking with his daughter, Arwen. You happen to catch the tail end of their conversation. They were speaking of Arwen's love for Aragorn and how she has made the decision to give up her mortality in order to be with him. Elrond, being a concerned and protective father, was worried if his daughter truly understood the consequences of her decision. Arwen, being completely in love, reassured him that she knew what she was doing. She would rather die than live without the man she loves. Listening to conversation brings the story of Beren and Luthien to mind, another mortal and elf who fell in love long ago who gave up everything to be with each other.
'Foolish,' you think to yourself, 'why would anyone want to give up their immortality for a simple human?' You're shocked to hear yourself think such a thing. After all, you have great respect for Aragorn and hes far more than being just a simple man.
You finally approach Elrond after his daughter has left.
"Elrond?" you ask timidly.
"Yes?" he answers, quickly straightening his slumped posture. You detect a tang of sorrow in his voice.
"Ara- I was advised that you might be able to help me find information on myself," you say, stopping yourself from saying Aragorn's name.
"Ah, yes, Aiweneth. Sit down with me a moment." He gestures for you to sit on a stone bench across from him. You take the seat. "I have already looked into you a little bit," he says softly. "Unfortunately, I have been unable to find any information about you..." The two of you sit in silence for a few moments. "Is there anything at all that you think you remember about yourself? Even the slightest guess may be helpful."
You sit there for a few moments. Thoughts quickly run through your mind. 'Should I tell him what the nazgul called me? Do I tell him that I've spoken with Sauron? What about that I think that I might be one of the Noldor? Or maybe I was just well educated to be like the Noldor?' Elrond is staring at you with interest, increasing your nervousness and uncertainty. You feel as though you should tell him something, but what? Unable to bring yourself to say anything, you shake your head.
"Come find me if you remember anything," he says softly. He stands up to walk away.
"Wait!" you call. "I... I think I had a sister!"
Elrond sits back down. "What do you remember about her?"
"I think her name was Moraina."
"Moraina..." he whispers to himself, reminding you much of the reaction of the hobbit earlier. "Interesting..." Elrond stands up and begins to walk away. "Come and find me later, I might have some information for you."
You feel ecstatic! Finally, you may be able to find something out about yourself! After a few moments, you begin to feel conflicted. What if it turned out that you were evil and in league with Sauron? No one would trust you and you would lose everything you had. 'No one would have to know... they will all think Moraina is my sister...'