Author's Note: Well, thanks for reviewin' everyone. I appreciated it!

Phoenixqueen: Oh, are we going to see Legolas and Aragorn in this story? Of course! Would it be a Lord of the Rings story if we didn't?

Disclaimer: The dwarves destroyed the disclaimer, thinking it was something needing to be mined. See chapter one.

Chapter Two: Stranger

By Dameon

I woke up groggily in a room filled with warm sunlight. Opening my eyes, I was greeted with a room of bright colors, mostly white. An arched balcony led outside to a scenic view of a lush green mountainside, a cool breeze blowing in to greet me.

My head had a sharp pain coursing through it. Raising my hand to feel my head, I found my right arm was set in a cast, wrapped tightly in white cloth. I started to panic, and I tried to sit up. My back erupted in pain, as did my shoulders. Putting my hand to my head, I felt it wrapped in cloth also.

Something was not right.

'What is going on here?' I asked myself frantically, looking around the large room.

Struggling against the pillows I was laying on, I reached back to my shoulders, trying to find the source of pain and felt…wings? My eyes widened in surprise and horror as I felt the snow white feathers beneath my fingertips.

'Where am I? Who am I?'

The thought struck me hard. I didn't know who I was or where I was from. I was all alone in a place that I did not know. I was scared out of my wit.

I struggled out of the white bed, my bare feet meeting cold marble. My wings were constricted against my back and with a mere thought, I spread them out. The right wing felt like it was on fire, and I winced in pain.

I looked around the room, catching sight of a mirror. I timidly walked over to it and peeked into the silvery surface. Blue eyes peered back at me, my bright blonde hair hanging in a mess around my chin. I brushed a hand quickly through it, and then noticed that I was dressed a white shirt and white pants, made of some material I did not know of.

I was very confused, and I hurt all over. I shook my head, not sure what to do. The mirror reflected my wings, and I noticed for the first time that the right wing was bandaged. I also noticed that my right arm was stiff, and I felt under my shirt to find that my shoulder was also bandaged.

I turned away from the mirror; unable to take the fact that I didn't know who I was looking at.

'Who am I?' thought to myself, staring out of the balcony.

I heard someone coming down the marble hall, and I panicked. I looked for somewhere to hide and settled for behind one of the balcony pillars.

I peeked around the stone to see two very tall people, a man and a woman, step in. They both had long brown hair and fair skin, almost white. Their eyes were blue as the sea and they each gave the impression that they held a high roll in society.

The man frowned as he saw the empty bed, his brown robes swishing slightly as he walked gracefully across the floor. The women bit her lip in what looked like worry, and with a sweep of her white dress, joined the man next to the bed. She said something quietly to the man, and he left.

I stood quietly behind the pillar, still petrified.

'Think!' I told myself, 'What should you do? Reveal yourself or keep hiding? This person doesn't look harmful, and they do seem worried.'

I took a deep breath and stepped out from my hiding spot, into the warm sunlight. The women turned at the sound of my footsteps, and smiled warmly.

"There you are," the women smiled, "I was worried that you flew off."

She was trying to be funny, but I didn't feel like laughing. The woman took a small step toward me, a calming smile on her face. I took a step back, not sure if I should trust this lady or not.

"You don't need to be afraid," the women assured, "But you really shouldn't be up, especially after that fall on the head."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the bed, forcing me to sit down.

"There," she smiled, staring down at me, "What is your name young one?"

She was making me nervous, and I was ashamed that I didn't know who I was.

"I-I-don't know who I am," I croaked, my voice breaking, "Or where I'm from."

The women frowned, not happy with the news I had given her, "Oh my."

"Arwen?"

We both looked up to find the man, standing at the doorway, "Ah, so you found her. How is she?"

"She does not remember who she is or where she is from," the women, Arwen, frowned, rising as the man entered.

"Where am I?" I asked suddenly, causing both of my 'savers' to look at me.

"You are in the House of Elrond," Arwen smiled, gesturing towards the man, "In Rivendell."

"Milady, can you remember anything?" Elrond inquired.

I thought really hard, stretching my brainpower to its extent. It resulted in nothing but a few moments of dizziness.

I shook my head in defeat, "I can't remember a thing."

Arwen gave me a sad smile, "Maybe your memory will return in a few days."

"How is your wing?" Elrond asked, motioning toward my right wing, "May I take a look at it?"

I nodded, and let him inspect the bandaged part, wincing as he touched a sore spot.

"It is definitely broken," Elrond observed, "It should not take long for it to mend though, if you do not fly."

I stared at Elrond with a look saying 'what'. "I can fly?"

"Of course," Elrond said, "Now let me see your arm."

I held out my arm and watched as he felt around the wrapping, "Be careful with your arm, you broke it in your fall."

"Did I break my wing in the fall?" I asked.

"Yes," Elrond hesitated slightly, letting of my arm, "An archer hit your wing with an arrow and you fell on it as you hit the river."

Elrond rose, turning to Arwen, "Would you please check her arm my daughter?"

A knowing expression was exchanged between the two, and I watched as Elrond left, still confused about the whole affair.

"I am sorry about your memory," Arwen smiled apologetically, "Now would you let me take a look at your shoulder?"

I had forgotten the pain in my shoulder until now, and I let her examine it while I asked questions, "Are you healers?"

"In a way," Arwen said, "Some elves are better healers than some."

"Elves?" I asked, giving Arwen strange look.

She took the cloth of my shoulder as she answered, "Yes, elves."

"Are you an elf?" I asked, part of me getting excited.

"Yes," Arwen smiled, "I am an elf."

"How can you tell?" I intrigued.

"We have pointed ears," Arwen said, rewrapping my shoulder with a fresh bandage, "There. That should do fine."

I moved my shoulder as I buttoned my shirt front, "How did I hurt my shoulder?"

"Our archer's arrows hit your shoulder," Arwen said somewhat grimly, "But I am positive you shall make a full recovery. Now I think it would be wise if you return to bed young one. It will help your injuries heal."

Arwen stood up off the bed, her white dress shimmering in snow-white waves.

"Thank you," I said timidly, "Thank you for doing this for me."

Arwen turned to give me a smile; "You are welcome. Though it is partly our duty to help you since we caused you your pain. Now rest, and later we shall try to help you regain your lost memory."

I nodded and watched as she left the room, a wave of exhaustion sweeping over me. Arwen and Elrond were so nice. I would have to think of a way to repay them. I took Arwen's advice and crawled back into the warm bed, falling fast asleep before my head reached the pillows.