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Summer Wind

Chapter 3

I sat crossed legged in the middle of the bed, dressed in some brown breeches, and a big, long white shirt that fell to my knees. I couldn't find my backpack anywhere, and I sure as hell wasn't going to ask Legolas or any of the servants that came in here for it. I sat there deep in thought, my eyes on the dress laid out before me. I now know that I am in Middle Earth, and that Legolas and everyone here in Mirkwood were elves. I thought elves didn't exist but I guess I was wrong.

He told me a story of the Great War about a Ring. It was very interesting and kind of sad, for a lot of his friends died. Than my thoughts went back to the dress and the party.

'I could go to the party at the last minute. Or go in the beginning, than— no. I don't know what to do.'

I continued to ponder on it, than I came up with something.

'I could just leave when everyone is at the party. No one has to know.' I pondered on that last thought. 'That could work. I'll just leave a note to the king saying thanks but I couldn't stay here anymore. I could ask a servant to give it to him after the p—'

I didn't finish my thought, as there was a knock at the door. The door opened and a head popped into the room. It was the king, Thran- something. I'm not even going to try and say his name, let alone think it. I put my left leg up, and crossed my arms above me knee, setting my chin on top of my arms.

"Good evening, Lady Magdalena." I nod my head, staring emotionally at the king. "I just came by to see if you were ready. But I now see that you decided not to go." I cast my eyes to the floor confused. His voice sounded, sad? "I'll take my leave than. Good night to you, Lady Magdalena." And with that, the king left the room, leaving me in my thoughts.

'Great, now I feel guilty.' I sighed in frustration, lieing back on the bed. 'What to do? What to do? Damn!'

I sat up, than got off the bed. I stood in front of the dress and stare at it for a while. Sighing, I begin to strip off my clothes and put on the dress. Though I had one problem; I couldn't tie the laces on the back. I tried reaching it behind my back, and over my head, but I couldn't reach. I crossed my arms over my chest, looking at my reflection.

The bruises on my face have long been gone. But the other bruises were still visible but are converd by my clothing. I grabbed a brush that was on the dresser and brushed it through my hair, taking all the knots out. I than put on some lip gloss that I found around the make-up on the dresser. I walked over to the door and opened it slightly, looking about the hallway.

When I saw a female servant, Igrabbed her arm to get her attention. She turned, startled. I smiled apologetic to her, my eyebrows knitted together. I waved her inside, so she followed.

"What can I do for you, my lady?"

I grabbed my hair, which was waist long, and turn my back to her, pointing to the laces that are yet to be tied. I heard her start chuckling and tieing up the laces.

"There you are, my lady."

I turned around, and smiled, letting go of my hair. "Thank you." I said quietly.

The girl looked surprised, but smiled. "Would you like me to take you to the main hall?"

I nodded and smiled sheepishly. I followed her out of the room and donw the hallway. After turning from right to left for a couple of minutes, we finally rached two huge, white double doors, beautiful designs on them. I don't know how to describe the designs, there was just no words for them. Two armed elves opened the door, as light peered out from the room. I took in a deep breath, letting it go shakily.

--3rd POV--

Legolas stood in a circle with his friends from the Great War, as they haven't seen each other for two years.

"So your father wants you to decide on a wife soon?" A man asked.

He had unrull brown hair that was shoulder length, a crown on his head.

"Yes, and I have two weeks to find one." Legolas sighed, as he took a sip from his wine.

The door opened, getting everyone's attention. Everyone tried to see who it was at the entrance. Mummers could be heard, as the person at the door walked in slowly. Legolas was surprised to see who it was, as he heard his father say that she was not ready.

"Looks like she changed her mind." Legolas and his friends looked at King Thranduil, who was smiling.

--1st POV--

'Why did I come? I don't know anybody here. And they're starin'!'

I walked slowly into the enourmous room, scanning over everyone, tyring to find the king. When I saw him, I walked towars him, trying calm my nerves. Everyone parted as I walked past them, staring and whispereing things to their friend or partner or sibling. I took a deep breath and stopping front of the king. I bowed my head, feeling everyone's eyes on me. I tried not to look at Legolas, who stood next to his father, as I was still embarrssed about what happened earlier.

The king smiled, "I am glad you were able to join us." I smiled, glad to see him happy. He than looked up, "what happened to the music?"

Music started to play and everyone stopped staring, making me sigh in relief. I don't know why I'm here. I don't know anybody here and it's not like I talk anyways.

"Try to have some fun. Dance! Drink!" The king turned me around and lightly pushed me next to Legolas and his friends. "Introduce her to your friends, Legolas. Do not be rude. And one of you ask her to dance!" He pointed at the guys, making them laugh, as he smiled and walked away.

"Yes father." Legolas said, as he smiled a reassuring smile at me. He turned to his friends. "This is Magdalena Vega."

"The one you said that the guards found in the woods?" Asked a child, smiling at me curiously.

I think he was a child. He seems to look as an adult stuck in a child's body. There were three others like him also.

"Yes Pippin, it is. That is Peregrin Took. The curious Hobbit in this group."

"Pippin is find, my lady. Everyone calls me Pippin anyways." He smiled, bowing. I smiled back, bowing my head.

"Unless you're in trouble." Mumbled a Hobbit? I think that's what Legolas called him, next to Pippin.

"And that would be his cousin, Meriadoc Brandybuck, or just Merry. Next to him is Frodo Baggings, and next to him is Samwise Gamgee." I nodded to all of them, smiling politely.

Legolas than pointed to a man shorter than us, but taller than... the Hobbits! "This is Gimli."

"How do you do, my lady?" He bowed very low, a hand on his heart.

I giggled, smiling. I tried my best a curtsy, it was sloppy but it was the best I could do.

Than Legolas pointed to the taller men. "This is Faramir, his wife Éowyn, and her brother Éomer." They all said hello, as I just nodded to them. "And this is Aragorn, King of Gondor, and his wife Arwen."

I, once again, nodded to them. Than I saw two elves that looked alike, making me guess that they were twins.

"And here is Arwen's brothers; Elrohir and Elladan. Elrohir, Elladan, this is Magdalena Vega."

"Good evening my lady." They both bowed, as they took my right hand and kissed it.

I raised my eyebrows, knitting them together in disgust, nodding to them, trying not to be disrespectful. I heard most of the people in the group coughing to hide their laughter.

"Lady Magdalena." I turned around to see a male servant bowing. "King Thranduil would like to speak with you." I turned to the group and bowed my head, than followed the servant.

'Thran-duel. Thran-duel. Thranduil!' I smiled triumphantly at getting the king's name.

--3rd POV--

"She does not like to talk much, does she?" Elladan asked, watching Magdalena disappear into the crowd.

"No. She does not talk at all. It was only the one time when she tried to escape." Legolas took a sip of wine, shaking his head. "Some one has treated her badly to make her not talk at all. She was badly beaten when the guards brought her in, and it was not the work of Orcs."

"Who would do such a thing to a child?" Éomer asked, everyone feeling pity towards the young girl.

--1st POV--

I smiled a thank you as the servant presented me to Thranduil.

"Lady Magdalena, I would like you to meet Lord Elrond of Rivendel, Lord Celeborn, and Lady Galadriel of Lothlórien, Lord Glorfindel, and Gandalf the White." I nodded to them all.

"Can you not speak my lady?" Glorfindel asked jokingly, chuckling a bit.

But he quickly stopped, as I cast my eyes to the floor. I closed my eyes, as I felt something cold and a shadow go through my mind. I was glad that my hair shadowed my face.

"She has lost her voice ten years ago, eleven in four days on her birthday."

I snapped my eyes open and looked up to Lady Galadriel looking at me with pity and some other emotion I was used to seeing. Everyone else also looked at me in pity. But how did she know this?

'I can see and hear your thoughts.' I heard her voice inside my head. 'How could a father do this to a child? His own child?' She paused a moment, as we each gazed at each other. The same cold and shadow past through my mind. Than she spoke again. 'It was not your fault, little one. Do no blame your mother for dieing.'

I looked out to the gardens, wanting to get away as I felt the tears wield up in my eyes.

"I believe she would like some fresh air."

"Oh, will go ahead, Lady Magdalena. It is a bit warm in here."

I smiled and bowed my head, not wanting them to see my tears. I walked past them and into the gardens, walking away from the noise. How could I be a fool to let her read my thoughts! I will not forgive my mother. It was her fault that my life was hell! I felt the tears start to slip, but I tied not to let them fall. Anger, sadness, happiness, and wanting rose inside me.

"My lady?"

I jumped, startled by the voice. I turned around to see him, standing there with a concern look upon his face.