Author's note: Wilwarin and Gwilwileth are my characters, although their names are a part of Tolkien's language. Italics are Wilwarin's thoughts. This is my first story so please R&R.
"How are you?"Legolas asked, still looking slightly frightened of me.
"I'm better," I told him, trying not to use any slang or words that would seem strange to them.
"She told me her name," Gwil said from beside me, "It's Wilwarin Niwarana, but she has asked us to call her Wilwa."
"Butterfly, like my sister's name," Legolas said, sitting down in the chair to the left of the bed, "and Bluemoon, that's very pretty."
"Thank-you," I said. I now knew I was really in Middle-Earth, so I asked him if I would be able to speak with Gandalf the Grey, hoping that he may be able to tell me how I got there.
Legolas told me I was in luck. Gandalf had arrived the night before, unexpected and uninvited, telling Thranduil that he was expecting someone to meet him there.
A/N: Again sorry about how short it is, will update again soon.