AN: Thanks to my... *counts them all* Four reviewers. I appreciate the constructive criticism and the support!

I would like to point out that this is somewhat Mary-Sueish... and hey, it happens with "girl falls into ME" stories.

And on with the story already!

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"Fear welled up within her finally, and Tawny did the only thing she could think of at that moment.
She fainted."

It had been several hours already, and Tawny had yet to awaken. The elves of Mirkwood were not alarmed in the slightest however, about their human guest. Actually, most had no idea that young Tawny Wethyn even existed. The moment she had fainted the girl was ushered into a beautiful bedroom (though all the bedrooms were beautiful, the architecture of the whole of Mirkwood being a reflection of the creatures who had designed it) where she was laid down on an ornately carved bed. Not that this mattered to the comatose young woman lying in it, but it made for a beautiful picture.

After three hours, Tawny awoke with a gasp, as though remembering the last thing that had occurred. An elfling who had been hanging around the room up until that time took one look at the awake human girl and screamed. Of course, the screaming alarmed Tawny as well, who did not know she was being watched.

And so a chain reaction was set off. The human girl screamed much louder than the little elf before her, and managed to stir a fair portion of Mirkwood from their various daily tasks. Legolas heard it as well, and having been around humans before, knew the sound as distinctly human. Rising from the seat he had been in while he was talking with his father, he made his way to a window overlooking the sleeping quarters of the elves.

"Three, two, one." He spoke, and as if on cue Tawny came flying from her bedroom, her new dressing robes trailing in silvery arcs behind her. Stifling a chuckle, Legolas watched as she looked around in fear for a moment. If she had only known how revealing her top was, perhaps she wouldn't be out here at the moment. But she was... and so Legolas found himself enjoying the view.

"My son." Thranduil stepped up to Legolas, watching the same scene unfold, "Perhaps you would like to avert your eyes?" King Thranduil placed a hand on his son's shoulder, "Or rather, would you like to go down there and put that poor human out of her misery and explain a few things to her?"

"Yes, my father." Legolas tore himself from the window and made his way to the living quarters, trying his best not to laugh as he approached Tawny, who was currently being spoken to in elvish by about twelve young maidens, all not understanding her crazed tone of voice. She of course, couldn't understand elvish, and so was looking at each maiden as if they had lost their minds. It was a lose-lose situation with both. Finally the elvish women gave up, leaving her to Legolas. "Hello." He spoke in soothing tones, and Tawny turned to face him, he smothering a grin as she did so. Taking her elbow, he led her back to her room.

"What on earth is going on?" The disturbed young woman asked with a hint of worry in her voice, and Legolas pushedon the small of her back to get her to walk further into her room. Closing the door behind him, Legolas rearranged his face to look completely calm and almost apart from the situation.

"You passed out in the halls of King Tranduil, and so were brought here to this room, where you might be able to regain consciousness better than on the cold floor on the dungeon."

The girl's face blanched. "The dungeon?" Her voice was a mere squeak. Shifting nervously on the floor, she noticed suddenly that the clothes she was wearing were not her own. A look of alarm passed over her face as she realized this. Now folding her arms over her chest, Tawny looked to Legolas to pretend she was interested in what he had to say, all the while wondering why she had not noticed before that her clothes were so very attention-grabbing.

The look upon the son of Thranduil's fair face had not changed as she stood there in obvious discomfort, his voice low and unrealistic in tone. "The dungeon, fair lady," at this he stressed 'lady,' "is not a place for women, particularly women who have so recently fainted." A flush crept into Tawny's cheeks at this, as Legolas of Mirkwood continued. "And upon seeing that you were rather vulnerable, the king has chosen to grant you pardon, and in return for my behavior earlier (which I do not apologize for) has offered you this room."

A smug grin spread across her face, and Tawny raised one eyebrow. "Compensation, then?" It did not please her, however, that Legolas did not regret his cruel attitude back in the forest.

"Yes, compensation." The calm exterior was melting away, Legolas glaring down at this young woman.

"Well that was awfully kind of him, considering I had trespassed and all." Tawny's face certainly seemed sincere as she spoke the words. It took the elf before her by surprise. Was this... gratitude? That was not something he'd seen in the eyes of man in quite awhile.

"I will make certain that he receives word of your thankfulness." Stiffly he spoke, and backed to the door. "And for now, I leave you to your room."

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Two days had passed. Two days in that lovely, beautiful, God-forsaken room. After pacing back and forth for the first day, Tawny felt certain she had worn a path in the middle of the room. Sitting back on her lovely little bed, she stared up at the ceiling.

It was domed, with a painting on it was would rival the Sistine Chapel's. This one was less winged cherubs, and more elvish love scenes, which were all surprisingly civil. A simple caress of the cheek, holding hands by a moonlit pond, getting ready in front of a mirror while one's lover sneaks up behind to surprise with a gift...

Tawny Wethyn had begun to realize what these creatures were, and it fascinated her to the core. She had befriended the little maid who came in everyday to tend to her chambers, while Tawny sat back and watched her effortless, fluid movements. When the maiden came in on the second day, Tawny took the opportunity to ask a few questions.

"Tell me," she began, toying with the hems of a gown she had found in the closet. It fit her perfectly, which she found a bit strange. "is there any way I could get out and about this... place?"

"Mirkwood, my Lady." The elf fluffed the pillows of the bed, and then turned about to face her. "And you may send for Prince Legolas at any time. He is the one who will see to showing you around." As the she-elf saw Tawny nod, she took it as a sign that the young woman wished to speak with Legolas. "I will send for him after I have finished."

"Oh no, you don't have to do that." Tawny raised her hands as if to stop the inquiry from reaching the prince.
"Oh, but it is my job, my lady. I will make certain that tonight you have an escort to dinner." The mortal before her paled, but the little maid just smiled and walked out of the room. "I shall be back later to help you with your bathing and your hair."

Standing, Tawny made her way over to the dresser, and looked in the mirror. An escort to dinner? Well, she had almost figured out who that would be... considering the she-elf had made it quite clear whose job it was to see the pitiful mortal around. Now all she had to do was to wait for dinner to roll around. Her stomach did a flip-flop. A formal dinner... with many elegant elves, and one very clumsy and not-so-immortal human. This was about to become very interesting.

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Ending AN: Well that wasn't so bad... very short, though. I need to figure out what to do for filler. I have all of this plot but very little in certain areas to work with. Heh heh. So anyway, tell me what you think! And "Don Sexy..." I know who you are, of course, and don't think I won't delete the next post like that. We were in creative writing class together! Come on, I'm sure you have better comments than that in your head.

Legolas: Oh come now, Mioni. I can't believe you are doing this. It's completely copying about twelve hundred other authors.

Mioni: But it's terribly fun, you know.

Legolas: Just get it over with.

Mioni: Get what over with, Leggy?

Legolas: The corny conversation at the end of the chapter with a character. And stop calling me "Leggy."

Mioni: *snickers*