AN: I'm sorry for the prolonged absence for the world of fanfiction. Strange as it may sound for a person who hand writes all her stories before hand but the muse seemed to take a flying leap and disappear on me. I have no idea why and really wish I could give all of you a really good reason. Alas I have none. It was more like I just couldn't bring myself to type anything up to post on the site. Hopefully, I'm back now and since it's summer and I'm free from school and dance class and Girl Scouts, I'll be able to get things back to normal. Anyway, I hope all of you reviewers stick around to review again. There's a bit more on the ride for this and my other stories.

Lindiel Eryn: That movie was most definitely awesome! I greatly enjoyed the lighstaber duel at the end between Anakin and Obi-Wan. I'm very glad George Lucas decided to go with the classic way the duel was supposed to go rather than something else. I also enjoyed seeing Chewbacca with the rest of the Wookie Army. Got to love the Wookies! It was the only part of the movie my mother liked actually.

Elven Script: Chocolate's good for you, or so I've been told. Besides, being jazzed on chocolate is good fun. I'm glad you liked the fact Emma won and I apologize for the delay. I'm glad to have my muse returned to me.

Shay: Thank you and I'm kid of glad to be out of college. My school was getting on my nerves because it was so small. I'm not minding the few extra years, though. I like going to school and it beats having to go into the "Real World." Emma is sort of stuck in the middle of everything and her biggest allies, her adopted parents, aren't around to back her up. Have no fear, though, since her big brother's around, though, he may not be able to do much.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.

That Legolas introduced the woman- Elf? - sitting with him as his mother made no sense to Emma. When she had first come to Middle Earth, not by her own volition but at the hands of her biological father and with some trickery involved, Legolas had told her about his mother. It was the reason they were half siblings rather than full siblings. Though the latter couldn't be assured if she remembered her science correctly. That had never been one of her best subjects in school in the Muggle World. She'd always been more geared towards the arts but that was neither here nor there at the moment.

Back and forth her eyes went as she tried to find some sign that she was being told a story. That her brother was lying to her despite the fact she had never known Legolas to do that. He was always honest with her or, at the very least, she hoped that he was.

Emma had to admit that the two of them looked quiet alike. More alike than Legolas and their shared father, Thranduil. Actually, and oddly enough, Emma thought that she shared some features with this woman as well.

Unless things were different here, and she knew them not to be, that was an impossibility. Her mother had been someone else, someone who had died just after she was born because Thranduil did not want to admit his transgression. Emma had assumed she, too, would not have been counted among the living if not for the timely intervention of a portal traveling wizard named, Patrick.

That was neither here nor there at the moment, though. Emma knew that she had to say something, lest she seemed rude. The problem was Emma was not all together sure what to say. How did one approach someone they knew to be dead and, against whatever odds existed in Middle Earth, had come back to life?

Unless, of course, she hadn't been dead in the first place. Perhaps her brother had been mistaken, been misinformed. He hadn't known about his father's actions after his mother's death and hadn't known about her until he had come looking for her. Though she highly doubted it, maybe the noble race of elves was as error prone as the race of men was.

Finding her voice after what seemed to be an age or so, Emma tentatively broached, "I thought your mother died, Legolas. You said she was killed by the spiders in the woods."

The young elven child wasn't sure what sort of response her words were going to get, as she looked at both Legolas and the woman who was claiming to be his mother. Neither of them looked angry, which was a good start she figured. Especially if the woman was really her brother's biological mother. It was enough that one of the members of the ruling family didn't seem to have any particular love for her.

To have another that was also working against her, didn't seem like a very good thing since her adoptive parents were not there to defend her. Well, more her adoptive mother but that was a wholly different story at the moment as her adoptive mother was fated to care for her according to some.

"I was killed by the spiders that inhabit these woods which was a most painful experience- What did you call her Legolas? - Emma but I have returned," Algernil said, answering for her son, "There are still things that need to be done, I assume, which was why my return was allowed. I can only assume that the spirits in the Halls of Mandos would have prevented it if not for that fact."

Emma blinked a handful of times as if clearing her eyes was going to change what she had heard. Her brother hadn't lied to her and his mother had been killed; Algernil had said it herself that she had been killed. It seemed to go against the laws of nature, though, that she had been allowed to return. From what Emma knew about elven lore- A mere fraction when compared to what some of her instructors knew, really. - souls were not allowed to leave the Halls of Mandos unless they chose to be reborn into their own families.

Algernil was no baby, Emma could plainly see. Rather, if she had to take a guess, she was far older than her own adoptive mother. A fact that was likely given the long lives of elves. Besides, Emma knew the point was moot in trying to guess the ages of elves. Most of them kept their youthful looks despite their advanced ages.

"How?" she asked, "I didn't think things like that were possible."

"Impossible as it may seem, Emma," Algernil answered, still speaking for her son, "someone I believe is one of your very close friends possesses the ability to return those who have died to life."

"One of my friends? I'm not sure I follow what you are saying," Emma blurted, directing the question to her brother though she wasn't sure he knew the answer to begin with.

Her list of friends in Middle Earth was rather short and, of those individuals, Emma was sure she had never heard of any of them brining anyone back from the dead. Unless they hadn't told her which was entirely likely.

"As I recall, Emma, you could Niphredil as one of your friends, do you not?" Legolas responded, "It was she who brought my mother back to life. As for the ability, I think I may be correct in believing that she has only just learned of them."

"I think so, too," Emma agreed, "She's only just come to Middle Earth and that is an ability that would not come into use in the Muggle World, I assume."

Thinking a bit faster than she figured she was capable of, the young elven child added, "Where is she now?"

"She resides in Lothlorien with her great-grandparents," Legolas answered, "I can only guess that it is only there that her abilities could function. Not in that world you came from, despite the fact her friends and circumstances were very different from yours."

"What circumstances would that be?" Algernil questioned, leaning forward to speak to Emma face to face.

Partly because she wasn't sure it was proper to reveal her own past and partly because she wasn't really comfortable in the situation- More like afraid of doing something that would earn her another enemy among the ruling family- Emma, suddenly, blurted, "It was very nice to meet you, ma'am, but I have some homework to do."

Though her voice was tense, her tone was about as polite as one could expect from someone speaking to the newly returned Queen. Even if she was scurrying from the room like a scared little rodent, Emma figured it was best she minded her manners. Put on a good show and all that as she hurried towards Legolas' study to begin her homework and to try and put her confused thoughts in order.