"Legolas!" I sat up with a jolt breathing heavily. Oh my gosh, what just happened? Legolas died, didn't he? How could that have happened? This isn't possible! Where is he? Where's Aragorn? Did he die too? Questions swarm in my head.

Then I noticed my surroundings. It was a room and not a bad one at that. The ceiling was shaped like a dome with a painting in the middle. It was of an elf standing in the middle of a glade. The elf was a girl, holding her hands at her heart and looking up at the sky. Around the picture and on the two pillars at the end of the bed were carvings. It looked like some sort of script. There was a large balcony that looked out to the side of a mountain. There were trees, waterfalls, and fountains. It looked like something out of a fairy tale. What happened to the forest? It couldn't just disappear.

I looked down at myself and noticed that I was no longer wearing my top and Gucci skirt. I was in a pale yellow gown. The sequence on it was beautiful. The sleeves were really light. I felt like I was wearing nothing.

"Jocelyn?!"

I turned to look at the door and I couldn't believe who I saw. He rushed to the side of my bed and placed his hand on mine. "Are you alright? I heard you shout my name. What is wrong?"

"This is a dream isn't it? I'm trying to deny the fact that you died. Are you a ghost appearing in my dream?"

"Jocelyn, what are you talking about? I am not dead. I am right here sitting in front of you." Legolas said logically.

"Why did you leave?" I asked, ignoring what he said.

"I would never leave you."

I reached out and touched his cheek with my fingertips. It was so smooth and soft. I looked from my hand to his eyes; those beautiful lavender blue eyes. The sparkle was there.

"Jocelyn, are you decent?" Legolas felt my forehead. "You do not feel warm. Maybe you should rest now."

"No! You'd leave me." I shouted.

"Jocelyn, I am right here. I will not leave you." Legolas said soothingly.

"But you were killed. I saw you! You had three arrows in you! And then."

Legolas placed two fingers on my lips and silenced me. "It was just a nightmare. I would know if I were dead or not."

"It seemed so real." I whispered exasperatedly.

"Yet it is not. Kaima sii." He said softly. I furrowed my brows at his words. He smiled and said, "It means sleep now." He lowered me onto my pillow.

"Where are you going?" I asked, concerned.

"I am not going anywhere." He reassured me. He brushed my cheek lightly; wiping away tears that I did not know were there. Legolas fixed my hair behind my ears and kissed my forehead. It sent a chill through my body even though I was warm under the multiple layers of sheets. "Close your eyes."

I smirked. "It's kind of hard with you staring at me."

Legolas chuckled. "I am glad that your humor is back. I will be on the balcony." He stood up and walked gracefully onto the balcony.

I hadn't noticed, but Legolas seemed to be very graceful in all his movements. It was like he glided, which is kind of inhuman but it's still great.

I finally settled down from my shock. It made me think about the dream. I went over everything while it was still fresh in my mind, though I didn't think I'd ever get over it. Then I noted something significant in my dream. I had said I loved you to Legolas. Why would I say that?

'For all the things he's done for you.' A voice in my head said.

Well, I guess I am thankful. No, that's not the right word!

'You're lying to yourself. You don't want to admit that you're actually grateful for something someone's done.'

That's not true! I'm not denying anything!

'You are right now.'

No! I am. Why am I arguing with myself? This is ridiculous. I'm going to bed. I settled myself comfortably under the sheets and closed my eyes. It wasn't long when I finally drifted to sleep.
~*~
I didn't know how long I was asleep but soon, a bell rang from somewhere off in the distance. I pulled the covers over my head to muffle the noise but it didn't work. I sat up and shouted, "Shut the hell up, god damn it!" Then I noticed two men standing at the foot of my bed. Legolas had a shocked expression and the other had his eyebrows raised.

"Well, good evening to you too, Lady Jocelyn."

I bit my lips in embarrassment and mumbled a sorry.

"It is supper. Would you care to join us?" The man who had his eyebrows raised asked.

I looked curiously over to Legolas, who stood beside him. He nodded in encouragement.

"Of course," I said. I had a feeling that I had to be really formal with this man. He had long black hair with some of it tied back. His eyes were of a storm grey and his complexion was pale. He looked a little older than Legolas and also slightly taller. He had a silver circlet on his head. It must show some sort of authority. I didn't want to say it but somehow he had the word elegance written all over him.

I got out of the bed. Once my bare foot touched the cold stone floor, goose bumps formed on my legs and arms. Legolas draped a light cloak over me. I smiled up at him.

The man with the black long hair led us out. He walked with such composure and it also seemed he was gliding. Something was going on. He was too alike Legolas. Then it struck me. I quickly looked at the man's ears and indeed they were pointy. Here we go again. "You're an elf too?" I blurted out. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

The man in front of me stopped walking and turned around. He looked at me intently then opened his mouth to speak. "All will be explained at the table." He turned back around and continued to walk down the hall.

Well, there wasn't much to explain. He was an elf. It was as simple as that. What more could a girl like me want? Truth be told, lots more. I wanted to go home. I wanted to know why I was here. Could he explain that? Was this all a dream? Then why was I having this dream? Was there a reason for all this to happen? If so, what was it? I wanted to leave this place, but that would mean to leave Legolas. I didn't like the idea.

With all the thinking, the walk to the dining hall seemed really short. Actually, I wouldn't really call it a dining hall since it was outside. There was a long marble table set in the middle of a clearing. All the people that were attending the dinner were already seated. There were only three empty seats.

Leaves scattered the ground. At one end of the table was a large stone chair. The elf with the long black hair moved to sit there. Legolas led me to the opposite end. He sat me down at the last seat. He turned to smile at the girl sitting next to me. She nodded back, and then Legolas walked away. I grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"

"To my seat; I need to sit too."

I shook my head. "You're going no where. Why can't you just sit here?" I asked, not looking at the girl occupying it.

"That is not my seat. I cannot sit there." Legolas explained.

"Who cares? It's not like it's a law to sit at that particular seat." I argued.

He cocked his head and raised his brow. "It is," with that, he turned to go.

What kind of a law was that? It was so nice of him to just leave me here with people I had no clue who they were and also in a place I had no clue where it was! I just realized that, weird how I never thought about it around Legolas. I looked down the table and saw that Legolas sat only a few seats away from the black-haired elf. Who was he? Why did everyone seem to give him so much respect? Was he the leader of all elves or something? Wait, did that mean.all these people are elves? I quickly scanned their faces and sure enough, they all had pointy ears. I was surrounded by monsters! My head started to pound with pain. All this thinking and the sudden shock of having dinner with a bunch of elves made me dizzy. I squeezed my eyes close, hoping it would shut out the pain.

"Are you alright?"

Why did it seem like everyone asked me that? Did I look sick to them?! "Yes, I'm fine."

"I'm fine." I repeated with insistence. I rubbed my temples to ease the pain. I slowly opened my eyes and straightened to prove myself. I turned and faked a smile at her.

The girl had long blond hair; just like every other elf at the table, boy or girl, which I think is kind of weird. Her eyes were big and of a greenish grey. She had a small nose and thin lips. Her frame was small but her legs were long. She giggled and introduced herself proudly, "My name is Niphredil. My father is the head of Lord Elrond's army."

"Great!" I said sarcastically. Usually, I would love to make friends, but having an elf friend is just weird.

"What is your name?" Niphredil continued to pester me with her questions.

"Jocelyn," I replied without enthusiasm.

"Did Lord Elrond send for you?"

I furrowed my brows at the mention of that name again. "Who is he?"

Niphredil looked at me with shock. "You do not know who Lord Elrond is?! He is known to all kind. He is the elf sitting at the head chair. This is his palace."

I widened my eyes at the last sentence. Palace? Oh, and to think what I had said to him before! "Palace? Where am I?"

"You are in Rivendell, of course. You are so unbelievable!" Niphredil seemed to become more frustrated with my lack of knowledge about her 'world'.

"It's not like you're believable. Elves," I muttered under my breath. I didn't think she'd hear it, but she did.

She side-glanced at me but smiled. Very so softly, I heard a girl's voice say humans. I smirked at Niphredil's words. She doesn't seem that bad. I could probably hang out with her during my time here. It was better than being a loner. It must be great to be living in a palace. Look at this place! The scenery and the architecture are just fabulous. Wait, exactly how long was I staying here?

Lord Elrond stood up and cleared his throat to get our attention. Everyone quieted down instantly. "We are gathered here tonight to discuss the problem Prince Legolas of Mirkwood and Aragorn, son of Arathorn, told me of that is now happening. The thing we elves most feared is starting to rise in power."

Whispers dispersed among the table. "Silence!" Elrond ordered. The whispers seized. "We are not here to talk among ourselves and gossip. We are here to discuss the problem together and come up with a solution. Guests of different races are to come, until then; I do not want another word said of it." Lord Elrond sat down and dinner commenced.