Chapter 2: Where am I?

A/N: Okay, so my first chapter was kinda… eh. I'm trying to make this better. I am saying this is a Mary-Sue, because obviously, it is. But (I think and hope) it's not as Sue-y as some other ones. I'm trying to make this a semi-serious story aside from the fact that she's beautiful, gets dropped into Middle-Earth, and gets Legolas. Yeah.

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Disclaimer: I guess I have to do one of these things. I (sadly) don't own Middle-Earth or any of the people referred to in it.

Setting: Rivendell

Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, bounded threw the forest on his grey stallion. Legolas was clad in all green, and his grey cloak flapped out behind him. As he sped his horse ahead at a gallop, he saw a fallen log, and intended to jump it. Right as he came up to the log, he saw something strange on the ground on the other side of it. Quickly he pulled in his reins and the horse reared at the sudden stop. Legolas got down out of the saddle.

It was a girl. Well, not really a girl, though still young. He thought she could beno more than 45. She was beautiful, anyone could see that, but her face and clothes were covered in blood and dirt. She appeared dead, but after a moment she moved slightly, and let out a groan.

(A/N: 45 is 18 in human years. Elves mature one year in our two and a half. If she was an Elf, she would be 42 and a half.)

Elerina opened her eyes. In front of her was a man. She thought he was beautiful, though anyone could be wonderful after the hateful people at the orphanage. The man started to speak, but she was not hearing him. All she could do was lie there and stare at him. He spoke again. This time Elerina listened.

"Are you all right? What happened to you?" he said.

Elerina tried to speak, but no words came out of her mouth.

"I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. Who are you? We need to get you to Lord Elrond. You are badly hurt," he said.

"I-I-" She tried to speak but her lips felt swollen. Suddenly the world started spinning again, and she slipped back into darkness.

Legolas picked her up and set her on his horse, then he got up behind her. He urged his horse into a very gentle walk, and slowly came to the House of Elrond.

Elerina opened her eyes, but she couldn't see anything. She then realized that she had a soft cloth over her eyes. She was lying on a bed, and she felt the softest sheets imaginable on her skin. She moved her hand up to her face and felt the bandages.

"Ah, so you are awake!" said a soft, sweet female voice.

She felt the cloth being lifted from her eyes. Before Elerina was a lovely lady clad in light blue. She had beautiful grey eyes, and long black hair.

"I am Míriel, of Mirkwood. What is your name?" said the lady.

"E-Elerina," she replied.

"Well, Elerina. Can you sit up?" asked Míriel.

"I think so," Elerina said as she threw the big comforter off of herself. She propped herself up on her elbows and sat up. She swung her legs over the side of the bed.

"Good. Are you in pain?" Míriel asked.

"Surprisingly, no," Elerina replied.

"That would be the work of Lord Elrond. He is a great healer. Well, I think you should get dressed. You can wear one of my gowns, though they might be a little long, and there are also some of Lady Arwen's old gowns that she has grown out of."

"Who is Elrond? And Arwen? Where am I?" asked Elerina, very puzzled.

"Why, you are in Rivendell of course!" said Míriel, surprised.

"Where is Rivendell?"

"Where else? Middle-Earth!"

Elerina decided not to ask anymore questions, and Míriel brought her a gown. The skirt was of the most beautiful deep sea green, and the bodice was of the same color but embroidered with delicate and intricate patterns in grey thread.

"I thought you would look absolutely stunning in this gown, because it matched your eyes perfectly," said Míriel. Elerina put the gown on. "Now come and sit here so I can brush and braid your hair,"

"Oh, thank you. I see that here you dress very elegantly," said Elerina.

"Well, yes. And it is also time for dinner. When Master Elrond has guests, dinners here are wonderful, with food more delicious than anyone could imagine! My brother, Legolas, will be escorting you to dinner.

Elerina's heart jumped at the name.