A/n I have reviews! I had a horrible vision of no one reading my fic!
Disclaimer: I forgot about this in the last chapter! I own nothing from the Tolkien universe at all! Not middle earth, nothing, though I wouldn't mind owning Legolas!
Little Elf
Chapter two
December 1st 3016, 3rd age
*Hello Ellette Langley. You do not belong here*
*I know lady Galadriel*
*Well my dear do come in. Lord Celeborn seems to be quite excited; young impressionable blood. We haven't seen any for a long time. It has been some time since our grand children visited*
*Right*
Elle took a deep breath, nervously running her hand through her hair. She walked through a pair of trees which canopies had formed a large arch. Sat on two thrones were Galadriel and Celeborn who were surrounded by an almost blinding light.
Elle nervously bowed her head. "Sit down Lady Ellette."
Elle was slightly taken aback by the title but nevertheless sat down in the chair. "Lady E-"
"Sorry, but could you just call me Elle? I'm not a lady."
"Are you a Lord?" asked Celeborn dryly
"No… but-"
"You are a she elf so you are therefore a lady. But I will call you Lady Elle. How is that for a compromise?"
"Erm…fine?"
"You don't sound very sure."
*Ignore Celeborn he is just jesting*
"Call me Lady Elle if you must." Sighed Elle resignedly.
"Elle." Broke in Galadriel finally speaking aloud. "Dinner is at 7, an elf will show you to your room and help you chose your dress."
*Don't you want to know how I got here?*
*You do not know so there is no reason for me to ask.*
"Now I'm sure you'll learn Sindarin soon, don't look so terrified. Edwi take Princess Ellette to her rooms."
*Princess?*
*If you are a Princess they ask less questions*
*Oh*
Elle followed Edwi further into the trees. "You are staying in the same rooms as Lady Arwen once slept in, when she was here. It has been 7 years since she left for her home."
"Not long then" smiled Elle.
"But the Lord feels it. He enjoys 'young blood'"
"Arwen was hardly young!"
"She was born in 241 (It's in the Appendix!) of this age, she is 2775 years old. But in his eyes you are young until you are 3000 years old and he will then still dote on you."
"But you are not over 3000 years old! Are you?" added Elle doubtfully
"No I'm not, but I am not of noble birth, so he does not consider me, I am after all just one of Galadriel's maidens."
Elle smiled "I'll see about that!"
"So what realm do you hail from?"
"A far away one."
They eventually came to a room, high up in the trees, which Edwi announced was Elle's room. "You must have a bath and then put on a dress, it would be nice to get out of your travel clothes?"
"Oh… yeah." Elle looked down at herself. She was wearing a pair of tight Indigo jeans that flared at the knee, with a thick woollen jumper.
Elle followed Edwi into a room adjoining the first. It had a deep filled bath, which had pink rose petals floating on the water, and around the room. *Okkkkkkay then*
Edwi left, leaving Elle to get into the bath. Elle wet her hair by completely submerging her head under the water. Then, she used some of the many petal inside a large jar to rub into her hair, like it was a shampoo. *this has to be the strangest place I've ever been* She started pinching her arm. *It's so weird not feeling cold or hot, just pleasantly warm*
"Your highness?" asked Edwi from the other side of the door.
" Just one second!" Elle got out of the bath, towelled herself off and then wrapped another towel around herself before going into the previous room.
Edwi smiled before smiled before staring at her for some minutes. *She's quite disconcerting. She's staring at me like I'm a piece of meat!*
Edwi then turned, rummaged through a wardrobe and took out a dress. "It matches your eyes." It was the colour of a clear winters sky with silver and green flowers embroided into the bodice.
After she has put on the dress (with a lot of persuasion on Edwi's part) she stared at herself critically in the mirror. The bodice held tight against her chest and stomach, flaring out at the waist, skimming over her hips. The sleeves carried on going past her hands, to her knees. Peeping out from the bottom of her dress were a pair of Elvish shoes; though Elle personally though they were slippers, they were a blue silver.
"Now I must do your hair." Announced Edwi pushing Elle into a chair. She picked up a brush off a table and started going through Elle's long tresses. They immediately bounced back into ringlets. "I have never seen anything like it! You will be the envy of many an elf maiden. They spend hours trying to curl their hair, to make it like yours. You are blessed!"
*Hardly, I'd swap these curls for anything!*
Edwi's quick and nimble fingers worked quickly through Elle's hair. She braided the front of Elle's hair back in many small braids. They were held back in a small gold clasp in the shape of Mallorn leaf.
Just then there was a soft knock on the door, "come in" said Elle who had started to look around the room. The door opened quietly and the room was suddenly filled with light. Standing at the door was Lady Galadriel, a serene smile on her face. "Edwi I can see that you are finished, you may go."
Edwi nodded and left the room. "We must talk. Lord Celeborn doesn't know where you are from. I intend for only you and I to know about this. I have told him that you are from an elven realm further north then even Mirkwood. Far north of the grey mountains, that is why you do not speak Sindarin; they can assume that there are men where you are from. Which there are."
"In great abundance." Replied Elle smiling.
"They will expect you to know another language. Whether elves hail from North, south, east or west they speak another language that the race of men or elves do not."
"Well I speak French. I'm taking an A level in it. You don't know what I'm talking about though. As far as I know no one from middle earth speaks it."
"I have never heard of this French. What race speaks it?"
"The French." Elle laughed at Galadriel's expression. "In my world there are no elves, dwarves or wizards (as far as I know). People from different countries speak different languages. I suppose that's what middle earth will be like when all the elves have left and the dwarves have died out. They didn't do well in evolution when it comes to reproduction. The ratio of men to women is much larger, on the male side. Though I can't say if that's totally true or not. Female dwarves have beards don't they?"
"How do you know so much about us?"
"We may not have Elves or Dwarves in out world but we do know of them. Maybe someone from middle earth came to my world?"
"That could of happened but we now must carry on with you…."
"Alias?"
"Yes, that. We must first establish why you are here. How much to you know about healing?"
"I'm taking biology A-level. So quite a lot."
"Can you sing?"
"Not to the par of elves, at least I don't think so. I can draw."
"You can draw? That may help, but for now we will say you have come to learn the art of healing."
"But what if I'm stuck here forever? That's along time for elves, it's eternity!"
"You could have…. Run away. You can decide why."
"How about…." Elle paused to think. "I have an arranged marriage, but I refuse to marry because I knew that my suitor is in love with someone else and I don't want to break both their hearts."
"A sympathy story with a romantic twist, perfect. Now what year were you born?"
"1985."
"No, not nearly old enough. Arwen was born in the year-"
"241 of the 3rd age."
"How do you know that?"
"Well I did say that we knew of you! I will make sure that I do not accidentally let something slip that I shouldn't. But Edwi told me that."
Galadriel stared at her intensely. "It appears you know more then you should, yet not enough. I will not look to see what you do know. For some has yer to happen and some has yet to be stopped. As we were saying the even star was born in 241. I will make you slightly younger, the year 308 is the year of your birth"
"So my birthday is 30th June 308?"
"Yes, your parents names?"
"Virginia and Ralph."
"So your parents are King Ralph and Queen Virginia of?"
"England doesn't sound very Elfish does it?"
"No think of a word in the… French to use."
"Umm… Abberrant? It means absurd how fitting."
"I believe that is all we need to establish. Feel free to embellish."
A/n Well that's chapter two, originally it was another 6 or 7 pages (hand written) but I got a little fed up typing so I'm leaving it there. Thanks to Kirsten (my first reviewer!! Thanx!) KindCalypso (I have potential! No ones ever said that to me!) and blue4dogs (Thanx for spotting my spelling mistakes! I'm going thru this chappie w/ a fine tooth comb, but I know there's going to be some spelling mistakes, no matter how hard I try)
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