A/N just came back form an AWESOME vacation, and a bad sunburn coupled with a rare (for Caucasians, anyway. Yup, I'm 100% European!) Skin disease has me looking like some sort of a sick lobster.

My skin, I mean. I don't really resemble a lobster.

"Hello, Ellen. Or, shall I say, Aurora?"

"Mom?" I said as I shifted against the trunk of a wide birch tree.

"Umm, no."

"Wha....."

"Aurora. Or, if you prefer, Ellen. Your world is really quite intriguing."

"My- my world?"

"Yes." She said, slowing down as if she was talking to a baby. "Since you've given me several of your memories, I can safely survive your world.....and the people in it. "

I nodded mutely.

"And, by the way, I got you a solo. Valiane made me go through YEARS of singing lessons, and then made me sing at Lord Elrond's celebration, so the auditions were no big problem. You gave me a memory of you, wanting to try out so badly for a soprano solo that you were really good at, but you were absolutely paralyzed- you- you just couldn't go up there."

For the second time in as many minutes, I nodded silently. "I have a problem with crowds....and with my self esteem."

"I could tell."

"So, why are you here? And why can you travel between worlds, and I can't?"

"I retain that power until all of the memories have been switched."

"And there is no way I can go back to my world?"

"None."

"Oh." I could feel a muted pain growing in my stomach, and tears forming in my eyes.

"Goodbye, Aurora."

"Mom?" I said as I shifted against the trunk of a wide birch tree.

"Umm, no."

"Wha..."

"It's definitely NOT your mom."

I looked up into a pair of cerulean eyes set deep in a pale face.

"Legolas?" I said blearily. "How long was I asleep?"

"Only an hour. It probably would have been longer, but I started humming."

"That would be it, then. I have a sort of allergy to bad tune."

"Gee. That makes me feel ever-so-good about myself." Legolas replied with a feigned scowl. "Actually, if you DO have an allergy to bad tune then you shouldn't have woken up. I've had to take singing lessons for CENTURIES. Anyway, a messenger just came by a few moments ago, looking for us. From what I overheard, we're both needed at the jewelry fitters. If we arrive together it'll look odd, so I'll go first. By the way, you snore really loud."

He stood quickly and darted through the bushes.

"I DO NOT-" I started to reply angrily, but he was already bounding up the steps to the palace.

A/N I AM REALLY SORRY, I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE ALL GOING TO HATE ME, BUT I AM GOING TO START CONCENTRATING MORE ON A TAMORA PIERCE FIC THAT I'LL START SOON. I'M SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, YOU'LL ALL HATE ME, BUT YOU'D HATE ME MORE IF I DIDN'T TELL YOU. FEEL FREE TO FLAME, I WON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY. BUT YOU GUYS ARE SO COOL, YOU PROBABLY WON'T ANYWAY. I WILL COME BACK TO IT, WHEN THE MUSES MOVE ME, **SMACKS MUSES, WHO ARE LOUNGING AROUND IN FRONT OF THE TV EATING POPCORN IN THEIR TOGAS** SO DON'T GIVE UP ENTIRELY. KNOWING ME, I'LL BREAK DOWN WITHIN A WEEK AND WRITE A HUGE CHAPTER TO MAKE UP FOR MY ABSENCE. ANYWAY, SEND ME YOUR EMAIL ADDRESSES-ALL OF THEM- AND I'LL WRITE AS SOON AS I UPDATE.

I STILL LOVE YOU ALL, EVEN IF YOU ALL HATE ME. AND I AM TRULY SORRY. AND I WILL COME BACK TO THIS. VERY SOON.

THANK YOU.

I LOVE YOU ALL.