A/N: Hey everyone! I got a review, I'm happy! Nothing much else, except that I'm having extreme writers block with chapter 7. Here's chapter 3!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THE LORD OF THE RINGS! Yup.

Chapter 3 Who?!

Aster was woken up by a young girl.

"I was sent to wake you, ma'am," the girl said, eying Aster with fear in her eyes. Her fear was understandable since it was very unlikely that she had met an elf before.

Aster smiled, "Thank you. You may call me Laiorë, though. What is your name?"

"Gelmyr," the girl replied. She looked no more than five and now, over coming her fear she looked at Aster with interest. She stared and stared. Aster began to feel uncomfortable. "Why do you have pointy ears?" Gelmyr asked suddenly.

"Well... all elves do, no one really knows why," replied Aster, uncertainly. She noticed that, though the majority of the people of Rohan had blonde hair and blue eyes, Gelmyr had brown hair and hazel eyes.

"Where are your mother and father?" Aster asked.

"I don't know. I never met them. I was just left at somebody's door. When they found me they brought me to the Golden Hall and I've been raised by the maids," Gelmyr shrugged as though to say it didn't matter; she turned her head, though, as if she were trying to hide tears. As she did her long, matted, brown hair moved aside revealing pointed ears. Aster was startled. What the...is she an elf?

Suddenly Gelmyr turned back, smacking her forehead, "I'm forgetting my duties! I was also supposed to tell you that a bath will soon be ready. I'll come and get you when it is. Bye Laiorë!"

"Good-bye Gelmyr," Aster said, milling things over in her mind, as Gelmyr left. An elf? In the Golden Hall? Well I doubt things in my story are going to be normal, I mean, I basically am a Mary-Sue.

Aster went over to the small dresser and opened it. She looked at the clothes inside trying to decide what to wear. She had no idea what was normal. She frowned then took a white dress out. I am so confused.

Gelmyr soon returned and led Aster to a small room with a tub of water in it. She bathed quickly and then struggled to figure out how to get the dress on. These things really need to come with instructions!

When she finally had the dress on what she felt was the right way she braided her light golden hair. It was still the same color and length of what her hair had been. Her eyes were also still the leaf green, from which her name, Aster, had originated. She left the room to find Eowyn waiting for her.

"How do you feel today, Laiorë?"

"Claustrophobic. How do you feel?"

"Fine. I hope that Gelmyr didn't bother you. She can be such a nuisance."

"She didn't. She was very sweet. Actually, I wanted to ask you about her."

"Why?"

"Well...I just suspect that she might be an elf."

"Gelmyr? An elf? Are you joking?"

"No. I saw her ears, and they look like an elf's ears."

"Hmmm... is there anyway that you can be sure?"

Aster thought of DNA testing and had to stifle a laugh at the thought of all the confused expressions she would get if she started to explain it. "No. If she is an elf, though, I may take her to Lothlorien with me. I she is one then it would be good for her to grow up with other elves."

"I suppose. I must go now. The king wanted to speak to me."

Eowyn left and Aster made her way back to her room were she found Gelmyr standing outside uncomfortably, holding a tray.

Gelmyr's face brightened as she saw Aster and she said, "I brought you breakfast, Laiorë!"

"Thank you. Come on in," Aster said opening the door for Gelmyr. She walked in and set the tray on the bed. Aster asked, "Would you like to have some, Gelmyr?"

"Have a real breakfast? No one has ever offered me that before. I don't want you not to have enough food though."

"I don't need much, because I'm an elf."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure, Gelmyr." Gelmyr began to eat, trying not to stuff her face. Aster watched her, trying to decide how to best approach her about being an elf. "Have you ever noticed that you're different from other people?"

"Well, I look different."

"I mean, like seeing and hearing."

"Yeah. One time I saw a hawk and showed a maid, but she couldn't see it. She slapped me and called me a liar."

"Have you ever wondered why?"

"Yeah. One of the maid's sons told me that I was from a land where people lived who told lies and made up stories."

"That's not the reason."

"It isn't?"

"No," Aster took a deep breath, "you're an elf."

"I don't believe you," Gelmyr stated, incredulously.

"Look in that mirror. Gelmyr did so. Aster pulled Gelmyr's hair back, revealing her ears. "See. You have pointed ears, just like me."

"Wow..." Gelmyr murmured. She suddenly turned around, very business like and said, "But Gelmyr isn't a good name for an elf. I need a new name."

"What about Gwennêl?" Aster asked, coming up with one of her friends elvish names. Hers had been Maethorwen.

"Yeah...Gwennêl..." Gelmyr, or rather Gwennêl said, looking at her reflection thoughtfully.

What do you think? Please tell me.

CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur: Thanx for reviewing!

I'll probably put chapter 4 up in a week! Till then!