"You mean you aren't going to throw me in a cell?" you asked in shock.
"Lady, we would never throw an ailing person in a cell," he replied, his smile growing slightly. "You will find a water basin in there so you can clean that wound of yours a bit. We can have a healer look at your wound in the morning after you get some rest." Legolas gently touched the cut on your head, you'd almost forgotten it was there. His touch was light and gentle. "If you need anything, just ask for it." He turned suddenly to start walking away.
"A name..." you whispered, thinking maybe he wouldn't hear it but half hoping he would and that somehow he would have an answer for you. Legolas paused and turned back around, frowning slightly. You felt embarrassed and suddenly wished you hadn't said anything at all. Why did I have to say it!? What kind of fool am I?
"A name..." he repeated. "That I'm not so certain I can help you with." He saw the downcast look on your face. "But perhaps I can find someone to help you with that. Or maybe we can have someone come up with a name for you in the meantime. Would you like that?"
You nodded..
"I'm ashamed to tell you, I've never been great at naming things," said Legolas, turning slightly red. "You may need to ask someone else to help you pick a name." Legolas gazed into your eyes. He suddenly seemed rather interested in them. "Your eyes... they are a most wonderful shade of blue," he breathed, "like the color of the darkening sky..."
"Wait, maybe that could be my name for now," you said, gazing back into his eyes.
"Aiweneth," Legolas paused for a moment, considering the name. "It seems to fit."
"Not bad for a man who was never great at naming things," you smirked.
"I did name my first horse 'Horse'," said Legolas, smiling back. "I'll leave you alone now so you can get some rest." Legolas left the room.
You looked around your room a little bit and found that the water basin was located in front of a mirror on a dresser. It was the first time you had seen your own face since whatever had happened to you. You had dark hair and your eyes were a dark blue, exactly as Legolas had described them. You felt somewhat proud of this. Then your eyes wandered up to the cut on your head. It looked nasty and needed cleaning. You felt ashamed and thought it made you look ugly and undesirable.
After washing your face, you found some nice garments laid out on the bed. The clothes were for sleeping in yet they looked so beautiful and best of all, they were clean. You put them on and went to sleep. You slept deeply and undisturbed.
In the morning, you were woken up by the healer. The healer was a young and beautiful elf maiden. Since the wound was not poisoned and you had not been harmed by the spiders, she placed a simple salve on it to prevent scaring.
A little later in the morning, Aragorn stopped by your quarters. You told him of the name that you and Legolas had chosen for yourself.
"Aiweneth is indeed a suitable name for you for now. It matches with the color of your eyes," Aragorn commented. His eyes wandered to where the wound was on your head. "I take it that the wound was nothing serious?"
"The healer said it wasn't poisoned, infected, or from spiders. She seemed to think it was just from a bad fall, which would also explain my amnesia."
"I'm glad of that..." Aragorn trailed off. He looked a little remorseful.
"What? Is something wrong?"
"No, no. I just hate to leave you here like this."
"What do you mean?"
"I must be going away for a little bit on business. I'll be back in four days though, I promise."
At these words, you felt fear run through your veins. While these elves were nice, you weren't sure that you could trust them like you could Aragorn. After all, Aragorn was the one who helped rescue you from the forest and bring you to the safety of Mirkwood. But would the elves treat you so well without the ranger present?
"Fear not, I have been asked to keep you company while Aragorn is gone." Just then Legolas stepped into the room. He had been waiting outside for this moment. You then felt a little better about staying in this place.
You stayed for a couple of months in Mirkwood and mostly hung around with Legolas. Aragorn came and went as he pleased, saying that he was on business when you pressed him for details. It didn't matter much to you, Legolas was turning out to be excellent company. You practiced your sword fighting, which you were already pretty great at. Each time you fought with a sword, you grew more confident that it was something that you had done a lot previously in the times before you had lost your memory.
Legolas also helped you practice with a bow, which was something you were far less skilled at. You tended to fumble with the arrows, making it a slow and inefficient weapon for you to use. Though perhaps it was because you were catching some slight feelings for the Elven Prince. Whenever those thoughts came into your head you shrugged them off, whoever you had been, you probably weren't good enough to be with royalty. You hoped soon Aragorn would take you away to a place where you could find out more about who you were. It was obvious that none of the elves in Mirkwood had any idea of your identity. Aragorn had mentioned that some man named Elrond might be able to help you and that if he couldn't, perhaps there was something in the extensive libraries in Rivendell. It sounded as though you would be leaving this place soon.
