Okay, here's the dealio with my story.

I didn't understand the term Mary-sue. I now realize the definition, and I guess this story is definitely a Mary-sue. Sadly, many of my stories will end up like that, I think. It's just so easy to write from a teenage girl's view. I'm sorry if this angers my reviewers. I still have much love for you all, though and I hope you can still stand to read my fics!

And I'm not skipping straight to the fellowship bit. I'll jump around a couple years of her life in Lothlorien. I don't want to dwell too much, though, because this story will already be very long. Well, read on!

Disclaimer: I would be British or from New Zealand if I owned any part of Lord of the Rings. I own nothing, so no suing!

Oh, and I am trying to brush up on my Middle Earth history so I can make the story more accurate. But I only just started The Silmarillion. For now, I want to get the general story out, which I don't think is that, bad. Sometime in the future, though, this story will have a major revision most likely. For now, enjoy, excuse my screw-ups, and have fun with your life! I have no regrets!

And I'll try to stop talking so much during my chapters! I just want to explain myself so you all don't hate me!

Chapter 5 Recap:

"I don't have a watch today, perhaps I shall start with something simple, like geography."

Abigail half nodded, half yawned. Haldir walked quietly out of her room, and shut the door. The house already felt different, having another presence in it. This was no doubt the beginning of a strange and wonderful relationship.

As Abigail slept, Haldir fiddled around the house quietly, finding subjects to teach her and trying to make the house more fashionable for his new company.

She emerged from her room, only a few hours later, and peered silently over his shoulder.

"What is all this for?" she asked.

"They are maps," he replied simply.

"I though you were joking."

"How do you plan to get anywhere when you don't even know where you are from?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Haldir regretted it. Not exactly what he wanted to say to a girl with recent amnesia. He began to apologize, but she stopped him gently.

"Do not worry, I know what you meant." She peered closer to the papers on the table.

"So, where are we?"

"We," he said, "Are right there. Just east of the Misty Mountains."

"Just to the other side," he moved his finger west "Is the city of Rivendell, another elvish home."

"There are more of you?" Abigail's eyes grew.

"Yes, more to the east in Rhovanion, lay the elves of Mirkwood."

"Mirkwood, it doesn't sound to glorious."

(A/N- I know it's spelled different, but it does sound like a murky wood if you think about it. Tolkien is still a genius, though!"

"Nay, it is a very lovely wood.'
"Have you been there?"

"Yes, a few times. As I said, I have traveled much on missions for my people."

"What about war?" she asked quietly.

"I have seen my share of fights, and I will do much more. It is what I was trained for, and I worked very hard to get there."

"If I work as hard as you, can I be a captain?"

"Haldir laughed lightly.

"No, battles are not for women, nor are quests. You are the light we look forward to, after a weary time." He eyed her quizzically, for she was frowning slightly.

"What is it?"

"I'm no sure," Abigail said. "But it seems wrong that women should be held back, if it is their will to fight."

"You have much larger purposes, at a home and with a family. I said I would teach you to fight, but by the Valar I do not believe I would ever see you or let you use such a skill on a field of war."

"Yes sir, I understand." She changed the subject. "What other kinds of people are there?"

"You mean races?"

She nodded.

"Well, you are from the race of men, which you know. Then there are also creatures called Dwarfs-"

"Where are they?"

Turning back to the map, Haldir said,

"The biggest refuge for dwarves is also on the west side of the Misty Mountains. The dwarf mines of Moria."

"Do you go there?"

"Not often. Elves do not like the darkness and suffocation of the caves."

He waved a hand to the window.

"We prefer the more cheerful and peaceful setting of the woods."

She smiled, "I think I do too." She glanced down at the far east corner of the map.

"What is that? Mordor?" she pronounced slowly.

His expression went grimmer.

"I hope you shall never need to look at that place, or encounter the monsters that dwell there."

"I sense a story coming."

Haldir leaned farther back.

"To explain Mordor, you must first know of the dark lord…Sauron."
"Sauron?" she murmured. The name felt vile in her throat, yet in the deepest corner of her soul, a thrill stirred at the mention of his name.

"What happened to him?"

"It suppose it started in the days of Ilúvatar and the Valar, when the first war began…"

With Haldir home for the rest of the evening, he told Abigail the history and events that changed the world today. Little did she realize that she knew this all once before, and she herself would be entwined in its story.

Short chapter, I know. I just wanted to let all you readers that I'm alive and planning the fate of Abigail. Keep me posted on your thoughts! Special thanks to reviewers:

ArwenEvenstar83, ChirikoFan, Nuclear Nerd, midnight-flurry

Oh, and if you don't like me posting you name for some reason, just let me know.

Next time, Arphenon will be back with some company, and perhaps her training shall begin!

Au revoir for now!

-MysticNight9