Alright, here's a new update and I can tell you, it was a fight. No, not because it was something complex to write, but I'm stuck in bed with a really nasty cold. I guess some wish I wouldn't have shared that, but here it is.

Thanks for the nice review, CountryGirl6699, I hope you like the new chapter

The song I've been listening to while writing :

"Fondu au noir" from 'Coeur de Pirate'

For those who don't wanna know, just skip that part. Ha ha, I know, too late ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings.

Sanora

Chapter Three:

I'm a half-elf

I started crying. Could it really be? Could it be that I was in my father's so called 'somewhere far away'? Middle Earth, that's what all his books were about. And about all the living things in it. Dwarves, elves, men, hobbits, orcs and many more. When I first started reading those books, I couldn't stop laughing. I mean, seriously, dwarves? But the more I read, the more I could see, that whoever had wrote down all those stories, had put a lot of work in them. Different lines of different families were written down chronically over a few thousand years, there were whole books about how the elves used to live, where they came from and what might happen in the future, if it still was the future or already happened, I didn't know. But I started to take everything for full, every word. My fantasy was always very alive in my mind and here was the proof that there might be something else out there. Behind all the concrete, gas and dust. Something more beautiful und untouched. I always liked to believe that.

And the fact, that all of this was written in another language, that supposedly only my mother and me spoke, made the whole thing even more exciting.

And the name that was written in every book, right on the first page. I didn't had to ask my mother whose name it was, for she told me that those books used to belong to my father and that he had left them behind for me.

"But Mum, how am I supposed to read those…signs?" I had asked, still a little girl, open for everything.

My mother had laughed and ruffled through my hair. "I'll teach you, like your father taught me."

And that's what she did.

I totally forgot about the stranger, as I sat there on the ground, trying to find any sense in all of this. That was till he sat down next to me.

"You know Lord Elrond?", he asked without hesitation.

I turned my head to look at him. "I do and I don't." was my simple answer. I gasped at the sight of his ears, they were pointed. "You are an elf!", I squealed. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe it! It's all true, everything in the books is freaking true!"

He looked at me in confusion. "One should expect you to know about elves, if you know Lord Elrond himself."

"I told you I don't really know him," I whispered, "and I just found out that he's an elf thanks to you."

The stranger decided to not say anything to that.

I turned my full attention on him again. "What is your name, if I may ask?" I looked at him expectantly.

He sighed. "My name is Legolas, my Lady." He seemed a little uncomfortable to tell me this.

"Aaah,Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, prince of Mirkwood." I mused. "Oh gosh, "I bowed my head, "I'm sorry my majesty."

He started laughing. I mean, really laughing.

"Any chance I get an explanation for this burst of laughter?", I asked a little annoyed and added a "my Lord." as I remembered his title again.

He sat straight up again and smiled at me. "You don't know that Lord Elrond is an elf, but you know my full title?"

I glared at him. "It's not my fault that my father's books talk about everything else besides him!"

His face went from amusement to curiosity. "Your father? Lord Elrond is your father?"

I slammed my hand on my forehead.

"Thank you, unstoppable tongue! And you too, stupidity!"

"Yes." I tried to appear confident.

I guess I failed miserably, because his smile came back.

"You're lucky then. I'm on my way to Rivendell. Lord Elrond happens to be the Lord of Rivendell, so if you would like to join me...", he suggested.

"Yes!", I jumped up. "If it wouldn't be any trouble for you, my Lord."

He sighed again, "See, that's why I prefer to keep my name hidden. Forget about the whole prince thing. Please."

I smiled at him. His face softened. "And what is your name, my Lady?", he held out his hand to me, reaching for mine.

"Amelia, but everybody calls me Mia for short." He kissed my knuckles and my breath hitched for a second. He let go of my hand." Nice to meet you, Lady Amelia." He bowed his head.

"Aaaaaahhhh, what am I doing? Is he flirting with me? No, my imagination. Just a proper greeting here." I assured myself. "But he's damn hot! And probably married. How does this saying go again? Men are like toilets, either taken or…no, I don't wanna think about that!"

"If you forget about the 'my Lady' thing, Legolas." I said out loud. It felt weird how easy and beautiful his name rolled of my tongue.

"It's settled then." Legolas said and turned around, lifting up my suitcase again.

I followed him. "Are we walking there?" I was a bit worried, I liked taking a nice walk, but I wasn't really made for a day hike. Or more.

"No, only till we reach my horse. Another ten minutes I think." His voice was free of any exhaustion. Did I mention how heavy my suitcase was?

I decided to just follow him. "Easiest way of not making a fool of me.", I hoped.

But inside I was all excited. If it was right what he said, I was on my way to my father. After 18 years.

"And I'm a half-elf." I whispered, not seeing the smile on Legolas' lips.

Review if you please. I hope you can't really read out the fever I'm having right now. Should lie down now and actually rest. Nighty night!