Author's Note: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews!

KazraGirl: '"An angel from the heavens," Arwen whispered to herself in awe.'
Elves don't believe in a heaven, nor in angels, since they don't technically die (if you want to know more about that, feel free to give me an email :) ) The heavens was meaning to the sky, while even if elves don't believe in angels, men would, and since elves know a lot about men…well, there ya go!

GreyLadyBast: Honestly, my first thought when reading this was "Oh, god, not amnesia!". Though it makes sense considering the blow to the head, it's still a bit overused, and difficult to write well. Thanks for bein' honest. Now it's my turn. I have not read all of the fanfiction in the Lord of the Rings category, but I have read lots and not *once* have I seen a story with amnesia.

Phoenixqueen: This isn't going to be a Aragorn/OC or Legolas/OC romance is it? Don't even mention that coupling! No, no, no this will *never* be an Aragorn/OC or Legolas/OC story! Aragorn and Arwen belong together man, and Legolas, he can go stay single. There *will* be some romance, but never between my OC and a major character.

Disclaimer: Hobbits stabbed the disclaimer.

Chapter Three: Meeting

By Dameon

I woke up the next morning to find a new set of clothes set out for me on a chair next to my bed. Shoes sat on the ground beside the clothes.

The shirt was very unique, fore the shoulders were slitted into a hole, big enough for my wing ends to fit into (and room to spare). Buttons aloud me to button up the slitted areas once I got my wings in. The clothes fit perfectly, though it took awhile to dress with my right arm not as flexible due to the cast I wore.

I didn't hurt as much as yesterday and I was able to walk around without my head hurting as much. The pain had subsided to a low hum like pain, coming only once in a while.

I stepped into the sunlight of the balcony, letting the sun hit my wings as I pondered. I still didn't know where I was from, or my name for that matter. This place was all forgein except for this room.

Arwen and Elrond were extremely kind, and I wasn't about to forget what they did for me; taking me in, addressing my wounds, all that stuff. But was it possible for them to be elves? Do elves even exist?

"Good morning milady," a voice said from behind me, "I am glad to see you are up."

I turned around, spooked. Do elves always appear silently and unannounced? This elf had a long face with sky blue eyes and long, right blonde hair. He was dressed in grey, armor covering his arms and ending at his hands. He looked like a soldier with a bow and arrow set on his back.

"Who are you?" I asked, stepping out of the sun.

"My name is Eressëa," the elf smiled, "I was sent by Master Elrond to bring you to the dining hall. I believe he is awaiting you with Mistress Arwen."

He smiled, showing rows of perfect white teeth. He held his hand out at me, offering to lead me there. I took his offer, and we started off. He was a great deal taller than I was, but he was older than he looked as I soon found out.

"How old are you?" I asked him as he led me through a sunlit hall, "You look young."

Eressëa laughed, "I am only 2,580 years old."

The elf looked over at me, smiling, "What is your name milady? You know mine and I wish to know yours."

I looked away from him as he stopped, waiting for an answer. I answered after several seconds with a cracked voice.

"I don't know who I am."

Eressëa smiled reassuringly at me, "If anyone can help you remember who you are, it is Master Elrond."

I smiled back at him as he led me to a room with many tables. Only one was occupied with four people, Elrond sitting at the head of the table. They were drinking red liquid out of crystal goblets, talking quietly in hushed voices. Two more people I didn't know sat on the other side of the table as Arwen. They both wore white robes and had blonde hair. One had brighter blonde hair then the other, while one was shorter.

Eressëa cleared his throat loud enough for the four elves to hear. They looked up from their drinks and Arwen smiled at me.

"I have brought her milord," Eressëa addressed Elrond, bowing his head. "Do you request my presence?"

"I do, Eressëa, you took part in this to," Elrond said, looking at Eressëa.

Eressëa nodded, and sat next to the shorter of the two elves. Arwen beckoned me over, and motioned to a seat. I sat down, my muscles groaning slightly at the movement, but I ignored the pain. It took a few adjustments before I could fold my wings properly to fit against the back of the wooden chair; the five elves looked on the whole while, amused looks on their faces.

"How did you fare last night?" Elrond asked after taking a sip of his drink, "I hope you slept well."

"I slept fine, thanks," I said somewhat nervously, Elrond's blue eyes making me nervous.

Elrond only smiled, and sipped more from his goblet.

"Would you like something to eat?" Arwen asked, smiling at me, "We could have someone bring something."

"Let us wait, Arwen," Elrond interrupted, "We can have a bite to eat after we hold this, meeting."

He finished his drink and leaned back, thinking for a moment. He sighed softly and looked at the other elves before straightening up and clearing his throat.

"We are here to discuss our new guest," Elrond replied, motioning towards me.

The five elves looked at me quickly, and I stared at the table to avoid their gaze. What were we going to discuss?

"First, we cannot keep calling you 'young one'," Elrond said, looking at me, "We must try to find what your name was, or give you a name to go by for the present." He turned to me. "Unless you like being called 'young one'?"

"That's okay," I smiled nervously, "I'd rather have a temporary name then no name at all."

Elrond smiled and traced one of his fingers around his long face, "I am open for suggestions."

The elves started to converse in a different language, either not wanting me to hear or finding it easier to converse in what ever they were speaking. The language was fluid and rapid, and I enjoyed listening to it.

My eyes started to wander as the elves continued talking, and I eventually grew tired of their conversation. My eyes settled on the tan coat, folded into a neat pile. The water hadn't seemed to ruin in any way, which surprised me somewhat.

After about ten minutes, the five stopped talking.

"It is not much, but it is a start," Elrond smiled, leaning forward, "Until you learn your real name, we have decided that Alagiaiel shall be your name."

I frowned slightly. "I don't think I can pronounce that."

This caused smiles and chuckling from the elves, and I was felt my face go red. I looked down at the table. I felt Arwen's hand on my shoulder and I looked at her. She was smiling.

"Don't be ashamed," Arwen said. "Many cannot pronounce elven words. I think that Alagi will work well enough. Is that okay with you?"

I nodded, and the meeting continued.

"Since that is settled, the next thing is to determine where you came from," Elrond sighed, "But since you can not remember anything, that would prove useless."

"Well, she's not an elf," Glorfindel observed the obvious, "She doesn't look from Númenor, or the realm of Aman for that matter. She may not even be from this Arda at all!"

I stared blankly at Glorfindel, not getting a word he said. No one took notice, and Lindir continued off Glorfindel's thought.

"Glorfindel's right," Lindir nodded in agreement.

"I see no reason to worry about that though," Arwen pointed out, "As she has lost her memory and doesn't even know who she is, or where she is from."

"What is she were a spy?" Glorfindel asked, "From Mordor? You know as well as I do that it has been suspiciously active lately."

"Wouldn't they find a more discreet way to sneak up on us?" Lindir commented, sipping his wine, "I thought nothing could cross the Ford of Bruinen that had evil in their heart or soul."

"But can the ford's magic stop a spy in the air?" Glorfindel questioned, turning to Lindir.

I could see an argument was about to bloom, so I interrupted before it got worse.

"I can't be from Mordor if I don't even know where or what that is!" I exclaimed, "You don't have to fight over some stupid accusation!"

Glorfindel and Lindir each looked at me with a surprised look, but nodded in agreement. Arwen smiled, pleased for some reason or another. It was getting tiring to listen to the adults talk about me as if I wasn't here. Why did they want me here if they were going to talk about me like I wasn't here?

"I see that nothing will be accomplished with this meeting," Elrond concluded, "Let us have some lunch. Glorfindel, would you be so kind as to tell the kitchens to send up some lunch?"

Glorfindel nodded, and was gone within ten seconds. One thing was for sure, elves are quiet and fast.

It did not take long for lunch to be sent up. I was familiar with only the cheese and meat, but everything, including the fruit, was strange to me. My first reaction to the 'spiced wine' was not to great, and caused the elves to laugh at my reaction of surprise and distaste when I took my first, and last, sip.

"You have my permission to explore Rivendell if you wish," Elrond told me after lunch, "If you get lost, you only need to ask anyone for help."

With that, Elrond smiled at me, and left. Arwen smiled down at me.

"I fear that I must leave to, Alagiaiel," Arwen smiled, "Business calls me away."

That left me with the two elves - Lindir and Glorfindel- who were both just getting up. Glorfindel muttered something, and left quickly, not bothering to say a thing. Lindir looked at me with a slight smile, and nodded a farewell.

I was left with the last elf, Eresa was it?

"I'm free for the afternoon," Eressëa proclaimed somewhat loudly, "Would you appreciate a tour Lady Alagiaiel?"

I smiled, what looked like a friendship blossoming slowly, "Of course, um…"

I looked questionably at Eressëa, not sure whether he wanted to be called Lord Eressëa, Master Eressëa, or just Eressëa.

" Eressëa is fine. All the formalness can get boring." I smiled in relief. "But it would do good to call me Master Eressëa when in the presence of others."

"Sure," I smiled. "What are we seeing first?"

Eressëa only smiled. "Come."