Alona slowly awoke as the sun's rays gradually moved over her face. She sat up stretching, it was a beautiful autumn day.But she stopped in her place and her eyes widened in shock, she realized she had no idea at all where she was. It was a beautiful golden room with red silken sheets across the bed. Alona got up out of bed and walked around and passed a mirror, she only took a slight glance into it not thinking much of it. But as she stopped and looked back into it her eyes became wide. She had a bandage around her head, around her neck, and gauze covering her left cheek. She was clothed in a white satiny nightgown and was quite pale as well. Her skin clean and her long light brown hair straight, which she usually had rather tousled.

Alona had absolutely no idea what was going on. She was suddenly brought out of her thoughts by a knock on the door. She slowly walked towards it and ever so slightly opened the door. She saw a woman with very long dark brown hair and wearing a white gown walk into the room. It took her no time at all to remember her.

"I hope you slept well?" The woman asked.

"Arwen!" Alona exclaimed hugging her friend gently.

Arwen smiled and hugged Alona back, she knew Alona had been through much on her way to Rivendell. She had been attacked by one of the Nine which she luckily came out of alive. Alona composed herself and finally pulled away from Arwen.

"Arwen how did I get here?" Alona asked.

"You had gone too close to Isengard on your way here and one of the Nine attacked you. Someone rescued you and brought you here. You're very lucky Alona that he was there." Arwen replied.

"Rescued by whom?" Alona asked.

"Alona, I cannot tell you right now. My father, Lord Elrond, wishes to see you." Arwen said and started to walk away but turned before she left. "Alona, there is a dress in the closet for you. My father would like to see you as soon as possible."

Alona nodded her head and Arwen left the room. Alona went over to the mirror again and looked at herself. She slowly took off her bandages, the scars on her neck and face were dark red in colour and very noticeable. Alona put her hand on the markings and flinched slightly, it still stung. Alona looked into the closet and saw a deep green coloured dress. She slipped out of her night gown and put on the dress. She wondered why Lord Elrond wanted to see her, she thought it was perhaps about whom had saved her. She left the room still thinking of her secret saviour.

Alona was walking through the halls of Rivendell, when she realized she was lost. She had only been here once or twice with the Lady Galadriel when she was young. But strangely she felt herself being pulled toward something. She turned the corner and saw a large painting. She looked closely at it, it was Isildur right before he cut the Ring from Sauron's hand. She had heard that story many times growing up, almost as if a bed time story from Galadriel. She turned and saw a statue, it was holding shards of a sword. Her eyes widened in shock, these were the shards of Narsil, the sword to cut the Ring. She smiled and was about to touch it but felt someone watching her.

She turned her head to the side and saw a man sitting and watching her, he had been reading. He looked eerily familiar some how. He looked like her in many ways, they both had the same grey eyes, and the same rugged look about them. All the small features were the same. He was staring at her intensely, she did not like being looked at in such a manner. She turned her head back to the sword, trying to ignore him. But she knew he was still watching her.

"Why must you stare at me like that?" Alona asked keeping her eyes on the sword, and trying not to sound too rude.

"I wanted to look upon your face again. Besides, you're the one whom stumbled into this hall. Was I supposed to not be curious?" He answered back.

Alona turned around and walked over to him. She didn't want to get too close to this stranger, though she did not fear him. Alona looked him up and down. He was grinning slightly, but had a kind look on his face.

"What do you mean again?" Alona asked.

"I was the one who found you just outside of Rivendell. I am Aragorn, and you are Alona, are you not?" He said.

"So you're the one whom saved me?" Alona questioned. "I am in your debt, thank you. I should be dead now if not for your help. Yes I suppose I am known as Alona."

Many years ago, longer now then it seems Aragorn was told he was to be the heir to the throne of Gondor, to be King. Aragorn spent most of his life believing he belonged in Rivendell where he was raised by Elrond, as an Elf. Elrond also told him of a younger sister that was safe as well, but refused to tell him her whereabouts. For his sister's protection she was not to know of Aragorn until she was deemed ready. Aragorn then left Rivendell and chose exile, he did not want to be King of Gondor. As Aragorn grew older and wiser he began to notice something. He felt a strange presence growing stronger, it was of the blood he shared with her.

That feeling, that connection was how he knew to save her. When he was making his way to Rivendell with the other three Hobbits, Sam, Pippin and Merry he had felt a familiar presence. It was so strong that he could not ignore it, he at once knew what it was. He had finally found her.

"Alona, I know you." Aragorn said.

"I am sorry but I do not remember you? When did we meet?" Alona asked.

"Long ago...look closely, you will see." Aragorn said carefully.

Alona looked confused but thought a moment. Her mouth dropped slightly from shock and an almost silent gasp came from her mouth. "I do know you..."

He did look just like her, and he seemed familiar. Like they had met before, long ago. Alona felt something within herself, pulling herself to him. That must have been why she had felt herself being pulled into this room. But what did it mean? Alona was shaken, and needed to think, she didn't even really know this man.

Aragorn watched her carefully, she looked frightened. He had not meant to frighten her, but he needed to know the truth.

"I must go." She said quickly.

Alona turned and ran off before answering him. Aragorn looked after her, she was upset about what he had said, because she knew what he had meant. The children of Gondor had been lied to for half of their lives, and only now did she realize it. How could Lord Elrond not tell her sooner, or was he even going to tell her? Aragorn was going to have to speak with Elrond.

Aragorn knocked on the large doors before him. No answer, so he knocked again. He had been looking for Lord Elrond but could not find him so he went to look for Arwen. Arwen did not know Alona was his sister, but she could help him to find her father. Aragorn knocked again and finally Arwen opened the door. He was about to ask her where to find her father when he saw he was already within the room.

"Lord Elrond I must speak with you..." He said and looked at Arwen. "Alone."

Arwen looked slightly insulted but left the room to leave them to whatever they needed to speak about. After she shut the door Aragorn walked over to Elrond with a slightly cross look on his face. Aragorn went right to the point.

"How could you not tell her?" He asked. Elrond paused for a moment and sighed deeply.

"Because she does not need to know. It is better for her this way, now she can lead a full life." He explained. Aragorn was shocked.

"Better for her? How is it better for her? She doesn't truly know who she is! She deserves to know that she has surviving family and that she is not alone. If you do not tell her I will. I will not pretend just for your sake!" Aragorn said furiously, walking out of the room without letting him speak anymore.

Elrond needed to find Alona before Aragorn did. Aragorn would not be careful with how he told her in his angry condition. Elrond left the room and saw Arwen and Aragorn talking at the end of the hall near the shards of Narsil. He headed off in the opposite direction towards Alona's room. It would take longer this way but he did not want to disturb them, also Aragorn was talking to his daughter which was a good distraction. He finally reached her room and knocked. He saw Alona open the door slowly. He had not seen her since she was a baby but knew right away that it was Aragorn's sister. She looked just like him, and she looked very much like her mother as well. She looked upset about something, and Elrond knew it was from seeing Aragorn.

"Alona may I come in?" Elrond asked.

Alona nodded her head and opened the door wider so he could come in. She shut the door behind him. When she turned back to him she could see him staring at her.

"We have the same eyes, he and I." Alona said. Elrond was shocked at her words. She must have figured most of it out already.

"Yes, I'm here to explain that Alona. Please sit down, what I am going to tell you will be difficult to understand." He said.

Alona did as she was told and Elrond sat beside her. He sighed heavily, he did not want to hurt her. But in the end Aragorn was right, she needed to know.

"Alona, you are not from Lothlorien, but you already know this. You are from the blood of NĂºmenor, which helped in believing you belonged with the Elves. Alona, you were the second child of Arathorn and Gilraen. You were sent to Lothlorien for protection, because Sauron would always hunt you, and you would never be safe." Elrond told her, with a slow tone of voice allowing her to let it sink it.

Alona's mouth dropped open very slightly and a small gasp came from her lips. She sat there for a few moments before she spoke.

"Why was I not told of this?" Alona demanded.

"You were sent to Lothlorien for protection under the Elves. You were not to be told until you seemed ready, or at all. It was safer for you not to know" Elrond explained.

"What does any of this have to do with Aragorn?" She asked.

"As I said, you were the second child of Arathorn and Gilraen." Elrond paused for a moment. "Aragorn was the first of that bloodline."

Alona was too stunned to say or do anything. Elrond allowed her to let the information he had just given her to sink in. This was a lot to accept, and very important as well. All this time, all the lies she had been told, her entire life was a lie. Alona stood up and walked to the door. She turned to face Elrond.

"I have to go now, I am sorry." She said and left.

Alona was dashing down the corridors and quickly turned a corner and ran right into someone. She would have fallen if the person she collided with did not grab her arm and pull her into their arms. She looked up to see who's arms she had fallen into. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked upon the face of the person she had crashed into. She had run into an Elf, a very beautiful one as well. He had long blond hair, clean fair skin, and bright clear blue eyes. She felt herself blush brightly and looked down at the ground.

"Are you alright? Why were you running?" The Elf asked with a soft concerned voice.

"Yes I am fine, but I need to find Aragorn." She said, not answering his question.

Alona looked up at the Elf and saw him staring intently at her. She felt herself blush even more under his gaze.

"He is speaking with Lady Arwen right now. If you wish, I can lead you to him?" He offered.

Alona merely nodded her head and they both started walking down the corridor. She was too embarrassed to ask who this Elf was, and the silence and driving her mad.

"I am Legolas, may I ask your name?" He said as if he could read her mind.

"I am Alona." She said. "I have not seen you before, you're not of the Rivendell Elves?"

"No, I am not. I'm from the woodland realm, Mirkwood Forest." Legolas replied.

"I've heard little of Mirkwood, what is it like there?" Alona asked.

Legolas went on to speak of his father, and the forests of Mirkwood, but did not reveal too much about himself. Alona had not spoken much of herself either, she thought it best to keep to herself. Legolas chose not to bother her about it until his curiosity finally got the best of him.

"Why must you speak with Aragorn?" Legolas asked.

"I must apologize for something." Alona said.

Legolas wanted to ask what she must apologize for but he saw Aragorn talking with Arwen.

"There you are Alona, I must leave now. It was nice to have met you, I hope we get a chance to speak again." Legolas said before leaving.

Alona watched as Legolas walked away. She turned back to see Arwen walking towards her. Arwen smiled sadly at her and just kept walking. Alona walked over to Aragorn, he had his back toward her. She put her hand gently on his shoulder to make her presence known.

"Arwen I told you, I need to be alone right now. I need to think." Aragorn said and turned around. He was shocked to see Alona there.

"Oh, I am sorry. I will come back later." She said quickly and turned to leave. Aragorn grabbed her arm gently to stop her. She turned back to him.

"No stay." He said.

"I need to apologize for my actions earlier. I had been hasty and rude. I was confused, but now I know the truth, my brother." She said.

Elrond must have told her before he could. Aragorn wasn't sure what to say, but he did not need to. All Alona did was hug him tightly and lay her head on his chest. Aragorn was slightly shocked, and hugged her back. It felt right to be with his sister, he had always felt something was missing from him, but now that was filled. All from a simple hug.