Blood shot eyes glared at the bright orange sun that smiled down at her mockingly. She had got no sleep what-so-ever; every time her head fell the remembrance of that arrow shook her awake scared stiff. Then she saw the man-elf cosplayers rush through the forest, calmly and eerily like a hunter…she had been paranoid every since and refuse to travel on the ground. Instead, she took to jumping from tree to tree. Thank God the trees were REALLY REALLLY close to each other…all she now had to worry about was falling to her death…which she got over quite quickly when she remembered the elf-men.

Okay…she was a bit paranoid…but for good reason. Every now and again she almost got caught by those elf-men traveling around. She tried to go closer and closer, where there was a more concentrated amount of them…'I know that's stupid to do'. But that means there is a base. And a base means there are food and water and shelter…and maybe a nice horse so that she can ride her ass away on. She had long gotten rid of the idea that she was on earth. These people were carrying around stuff like they were Amish…no technology. She was very lost…and she knew it.

She held back a face-splitting yawn and sat down on a tree…she needed sleep…she couldn't last long with 2 or three hours a day. She closed her eyes, as Morpheus carried her consciousness away with his night woven blanket of dreams.

The sound of horse, cluttering and clattering, she jerked herself from her sleep and looked down. Beautiful cream and chestnut colored horses carried armor-clad soldiers. She scowled. She was gonna have to take one. She spied at the riders looking for a perfect victim, as she jumped tree to tree, following them as silent as a squirrel. She heard soft whispers as they halted and talked quietly. She looked at them curiously. What were they doing? Had they seen her? No, she shook her head. Not possible, they would have to look up and she CERTAINLY hadn't seen them do so. One of them they said a command to their horses and began off, separate from the horses. She smirked. Perfect. Following quietly, she followed the elf-man. He had long dark brown hair and a long face with high cheekbones. He was utterly eatable…too bad she'd have to bruise that pretty face. She got out some of her textbooks quietly and set the distraction.

She then circled around on the other side and threw a pebble. She watched the book fall and the elf automatically turning and taking out his bow. With another throw, another fell, and an arrow flew. She threw herself off the tree and rammed the elf-man off the horse. Her hands wrapped around his mouth, silencing his yelp. She tried to pin him down, only to have him struggle and flail. She rammed a fist into his temple, and watched him go lax. She sighed in relief. She laid him down and went over to the horse. It watched her warily. She held out her hands and gave him a look of desperation mixed with sorrow of what she had to do. The horse relaxed. She went over and took off one of the packs on him and looked in it. It had a bedroll. She looked at it and sighed. He would need it more. She took it and then went to set it up and put the elf in it. Then she kissed his forehead.

"I'm sorry elf-man." She stroked his hair as a hand grabbed her wrist. She panicked and tried to yank it away. But in the distraction, the man overpowered her and rolled over, pinning her beneath him.

"Ya naa lle?" he said in a demanding…but oddly musical voice. She struggled and growled. (Who are you?)

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU!" She yelled and tried to head butt him. He only moved his head out of range.

"Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?" (Do you speak elvish?) He asked her, comprehension showing in his eyes.

"What the HELL are you saying!" she answered.

"Dina!" (Be silent!) he said authoritavely. She glared at him and for some odd reason…shut up. He smiled.

"Uuma Dela." He said softly in a soothing voice. (Don't worry) Suddenly calls in the distance could be heard.

"Mankee naa lle?" an elf-man called in the distance. (Where are you?) She scowled and struggled again. Then…she bit his arm.

"Tanya awra!"(That Hurt!) Cried the elf holding her. Then she saw a crowd of elf-men appear around them. She growled and glared.

"LET GO OF ME! LEAVE ME ALONE YOU ASSHOLES!" she screeched.

"DINA EDAN!" (Be silent human!) Yelled another Elf. She glared.

"FUCK YOU ASSWIPES!" she cursed violently as she struggled against the man holding her. The elf-man turned to the other elf and began to speak rapidly. The other elf relaxed, slightly and looked to her.

"Mankoi lle uma tanya?" he asked. (Why did you do that?) She looked at him blandly.

She leaned her head to him and then moved her mouth as if talking and then shook her head. He seemed to get the message, and then began to speak in different languages (so it seemed) till she vaguely could understand one.

"Thy speakest that language a bit." She said. His eyes lit up as he began to speak in rapidly in that ancient English.

"SLOW!" she cried confusedly. The elf blinked.

"Doust though speakest this language?"

"I know a small amount in this language." She answered. He frowned. She frowned back. Too many different words in that language, which she didn't know…damn the English. He sighed and held his had his hand to his chest.

"Astaladanar." Then he held his hand to her. Ahhh he asked for my name!

"Malucath Dae." The elf-man looked utterly confused.

"Malucath…Dae?" she nodded. The elf-men began to talk amongst themselves…soon then turning to her.

"Come." He said. Then she realized the elf-man that pinned her down was no longer there. She looked around while standing up. She saw him studying her.

"Malucath Dae." She held her hand on her chest and then gestured to him.

"Elladan" he said as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles. She felt the hairs in the back of her neck raise in her embarrassment and her neck. She heard the other elf-men laughing. She turned and glared.

"Shut it!" she hissed, that made them laugh all the more. She scowled at them at then stuck her tongue out at them. They gave her amused smiles. She just rolled her eyes.

"Malu hin" Astaladdanar gestured for her to come to him. She did so while glaring at the other elf-men. Once she was close, she felt pain explode in the back of her neck and then darkness.