Remember

If you Must Hit Your Head...

Do it in Rivendell.

Disclaimer: I don't own it! Dur!

Authors note: Now the tale truly begins! Responses at the bottom!

Elrond, Elrohir, and Elladan, had just watched the Fellowship turn the corner, out of their sight.

"Come let us go back inside," Elrond said. The three had just stepped foot on the stair leading to the door when they heard a scream and a dull thud. All three immediately ran towards the sound.

Just a short ways into a garden, they saw a figure lying on the ground. Elrond reached her first and saw she was a human girl, strangely dressed, but there was no time for that. He quickly examined her and determined she was yet breathing normally and her heart was still beating.

"Elrohir, carry this maid inside and to a healing room. Elladan, go fetch a small basin, a cloth, and some clothes for her. Now go!" Elrond commanded swiftly. Elladan ran off with all speed, and Elrohir gently picked her up and carried her inside.

He left as a few elfmaids came in and changed her into some clean, more suitable clothes, and had her old ones sent out to be washed. Strange garments they were...

Elrond and his sons entered the room and the elf lord did a more thorough examination. Nothing broken, just a nice lump on her head and perhaps a few bruises, nothing more. Once it was completed he said, "Elrohir, she should come around in a few minutes, would you please stay here and watch her until she does. Perhaps you could find out a few things about her."

Elrohir nodded and the other two left the room. A few minutes later, maybe five, the girl's eyes began to flutter open. She blinked twice and stared straight up at the ceiling as she mumbled, "Oooow! My head, my back, my butt! I must have fallen out of that tree! And what was a tree doing in his study anyway?"

"Maybe his study was in a tree," said a voice to her left.

She quickly sat up and looked at the speaker. He was a blur of a dark color, and a peachy color, and a maroon color, he was also swaying about like a wisp of smoke. She blinked a few times and began to feel dizzy. The speaker, apparently not wanting her just to crash upon her pillow, gently caught her head and shoulders and laid her down. At least she wasn't dizzy any more.

The speaker sat down on the edge of her bed and spoke again. "Relax miss, you shall be well. In a moment the world should come back into focus," he said, leaning over her.

She blinked a few times and slowly her speaker came into focus. "Good sweet Mike! Your ears are pointed!" she exclaimed.

He looked at her confused. Why shouldn't his ears be pointed? "Why is this significant to you?" he asked.

"Duh! No human has pointed ears!" she said. Now that she was regaining her wits, she became afraid. She bolted upright, and stared at him distrustfully. There was something very wrong with all this.

"Milady, do not be afraid. You are safe here," Elrohir said, trying to calm her down. "I promise I shall not harm you."

Apparently that answer was not to her satisfaction because she immediately jumped out of the bed, steading herself with the headboard. "Listen mister, I don't know who you are, but if you're Mr. Treeleaf, you better speak now or I'll... I'll..." she was starting to feel dizzy again, she had jumped up far too fast. As she began swaying, the man quickly jumped over the bed and stood next to her, steadying her.

"Why don't you lie back down," Elrohir suggested.

"No thanks! Please, just let me out of here!" the girl weakly said. "My parents will give you money, whatever, just don't keep me here or kidnap me or anything!"

"Milady, I am afraid I do not understand. I have not taken you captive."

"Huh?"

"Not fifteen minutes ago you fell out of a tree in my father's garden, dressed in strange clothes. You had hit your head rather hard and were unconscious until just now. And I do not know of a Mr. Treeleaf. Now please, lie back down and perhaps we can sort this all out and get you back home quickly," he suggested.

She agreed silently by sitting back down on the bed and crawling under the blankets.

"Now Milady, what is your name?"

"Rebecca Parsons," she answered.

"Where are you from?"

"Umm... I don't recall the name of the town at the moment, I just moved a few weeks ago you see, but I know the street I live on is called Sparrow. I only know that because I could see the street sign from my window. What's your name?"

"I am Elrohir, son of Elrond of Rivendell," he answered.

Rebecca stared at him in disbelief. "You did not just say Elrohir and Rivendell!"

"Yes I did Miss Parson. Why, is something wrong with that?"

"Yes! Everything you said is from a book!"

Elrohir stared at her blankly, not quite comprehending what she meant.

"You know! Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. Duh! Everybody knows that! You must be one of my brother's little friends pulling a joke. Well Ha! Ha! Jokes' over!"

"I think you hit your head harder than my father thought," the elf said. "I do not know your brother, I have never heard of a man named J.R.R. Tolkien, and the Lord of the Rings is not a name to be blurted out so carelessly!"

"Right, whatever! Then, if you are Elrohir son of Elrond, son of Earendil, and this really is Rivendell, prove it!" Rebecca snapped.

Elrohir calmly walked over to a curtained window and drew back the curtain to reveal a grand porch and Rivendell itself. That was a hard blow to Rebecca, because she was no forced to realize that this was not some strange joke.

"This must be a dream!" she muttered to herself

"No Miss Parson, this is no dream. Your sore head should tell you that much," Elrohir gently said.

Well, until she could figure out otherwise, she had to go along with it. In her heart she knew that she was there, but her rational head wouldn't let her believe it.

At length she said, "Please, just call me Rebecca."

"Very well. And you may call me Elrohir," he replied.

She extended her hand to him. He figured out the gesture and accepted it. "Nice to meet you Elrohir."

"Nice to meet you Rebecca."

Just then, Elrond came back in.

"Ah! You are awake now I see. Welcome to Rivendell Milady. I am Lord Elrond."

"Pleasure to meet you Lord Elrond. I'm Rebecca Parsons," she replied. Elrond talked to her for a little bit, and discovered a bit more about her. Once his questioning was over, he invited to her to lunch and informed her she could move into a guest room whenever she was ready.

Elrond and Elrohir left the room, and shortly there after, an elfmaid entered carrying a dress.

"I am sorry miss if this does not fit you well, but we did the best we could to find a dress your size," the elf lady graciously said.

"Thank you!" Rebecca replied as she crawled out of bed. Well, she wasn't thrilled at the thought of a dress, but she wasn't dead set against it. Her mother had always made her wear dresses on occasion. She always found them uncomfortable.

"Do you need any help miss?"

"Please, call me Rebecca, and I think I can manage!" she replied. Why on earth would she need help dressing herself? Rebecca picked up the dress, found the back and saw she would, all the way up the back, it was closed together with hooks and eyes, not buttons or zippers. "Um wait!" she called to the elf maid who was at the door. "I think I might need some help with the hooks."

Rebecca was now dressed, and shown to her new room. It was a lovely room by far, nicer than any of her houses had been. The bed was larger than her new room, well not quite, but it seemed like it was. She explored the room, and found it was a suite. As she was looking, she heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" she called.

As her large wooden door was opening, Rebecca made her way swiftly back into the main part of the room. It opened and revealed Elrohir.

"Greetings again Rebecca. Are you ready to go eat now?" he asked.

"Sure! I'm starving!" she said. Elrohir looked at her strangely. "I mean, I'm really hungry." she said.

He smiled and gave a quick nod of his head. She walked towards him and he offered her his arm. It took her a second to realize what he was doing, but when she did she accepted it.

That lunch was perhaps the biggest, and most delicious lunch she had ever had. During it she met the Lady Arwen and found her every bit as beautiful as she had imagined. They spoke together and started to become friends. After eating so much she was sure she tear her dress if she ate another bite, she was led back to her room, under orders of Elrond.

One week passed and Rebecca had truly come to believe she was in Rivendell, the thought of going back not concerning her just yet. During that week, she had wandered around, usually with Elrohir as her guide, and had learned where most everything was. In this time, she had acquired the nickname Mirë, by Elrohir, and she had given the nickname Elro. Not original necessarily, but a nickname none the less.

One day she asked him, "What does Mirë mean?"

"It means jewel," He replied. "Your blue eyes shine like jewels. At least, that is the impression of them I got when you first opened your eyes. It is a fitting name. You shine like a jewel in more than one way."

She looked at him suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you are obviously smart, you are quick witted, and you are a rare find. I have never met a human girl quite like you. Then again, no other girl has come here from another world like you have."

She nodded, still suspicious. That night, back in her room, she pulled out a journal she had been given by Elrond and wrote in it.

Dear Journal,

Today was rather uneventful. Though, I did ask what my nickname Mirë means. Elro told me it means jewel. He said he gave it to me because my eyes shine like jewels, my smartness, my quick wit, and get this I'm a rare find. HA! I always knew I was different from everyone else by virtue of being born, but a rare find? Obviously he hasn't met very many girls! I'm not that unique! I am beginning to wonder if he doesn't like me a smidge. I mean, I know it has only been a week, and we are good friends already, but even so. The eyes thing and the rare find comment threw me off guard. Maybe I'm just being silly, or delusional. I mean, yeah, I always liked Elrohir and Elladan in the books and all that, and since I've been here I've discovered I like Elrohir better. I think this is my mind playing tricks on me. It is a school girls crush on my part, and exaggeration on my head's part. End of story.

Arwen has invited me to play a game with her tomorrow afternoon. I gather it is a bit like croquet. I've never played croquet, so we'll see how I do. If I yawn any more my head will split. Good night!

-Rebecca

Rebecca restored her journal to it's hiding place under her mattress and went to sleep.

Authors note: Well, things are coming along now aren't they. REVIEW! PLEASE!