Thank you for all your reviews. I had to ask about the story because I feel like I did the first two chapters so well, then time went on, I didn't want to accidentally do something wrong. Anyway, thank you all and here's the third chapter, I hope it does the others justice.

Legolas gathered me into his arms, which was kind of unnerving. He acted as if I didn't weigh anything and seemed more worried about hurting my legs than dropping me. Out of instinct, I wrapped my arms around his neck. His soothing glow brightened, and although I didn't usually sleep as much as I had been, it was making me sleepy.

He carried me out of the room, with Queen Tarellethiel following. The hall was beautiful and elegant, very similar the room I'd been in. It smelt of herbs and other medical type things and there were beautiful and elegant elves moving about, all with a purpose. This, however, didn't stop them from pausing in their work to bow and acknowledge Legolas and Queen Tarellethiel.

Legolas carried me through a beautiful marble and stone mansion. I didn't bother thinking about where everything was, as he was explaining it the whole time, because I could always go back later, if necessary. We finally stopped in a hallway as beautiful and as elegant as the rest of the place, except much more empty and secluded. There were beautiful oak doors lining both sides of the hallway and the decorative furniture consisted of a few tables with plants, of some kind, and random chairs.

"This is the family wing." Legolas said. "It is where Lord Elrond, his family, closest friends, and most honored guests live and sleep."

I looked at him, then at the hallway, then at him again. "So why are we here?" I asked, rather stupidly, I might add. This was a lot of new to take in and even with the constant soothing warmth, coming from Legolas, I was beginning to get rather agitated. I wanted to lay down and close my eyes and not think about anything, if only just for a little while.

Legolas' chuckle reminded me that I'd actually asked him something. "Because you are special, and Lord Elrond would have you as comfortable as you can be."

I nodded and buried my head in his shoulder, sick of the sight before me and eager to for him to set me down.

"Are you all right, penneth?" Queen Tarellethiel asked, her voice stitched with concern.

If one more person called me that stupid word, I was going to throw up. I just wanted to lay down, and maybe sleep, and definitely forget about the accident, and maybe be sung to by Legolas, and definitely eat, definitely something familiar, and I definitely, beyond every ounce of a doubt, wanted to know what in the Hell was going on.

Never actually saying any of what was going on in my mind, as usual, I simply nodded. "Just tired." Not a lie, I was growing increasingly tired and increasingly agitated, and when in doubt and getting anxious, do exactly as your body wants.

"Come, Legolas. Let us get her to her room, so she can sleep."

Legolas began to walk again. A door a bit down the hall opened and closed, and when I looked up we were face to face with two identical, dark-haired, gray-eyed boy elves. They looked only a little older than Legolas and looked almost exactly like Lord Elrond, except younger.

"Elladan, Elohir, mae g'ovannen." Queen Tarellethiel greeted. Mae g'ovannen, is more than one word, but it's still elvish, so I guess I can count it.

"Mae g'ovannen, my lady." They answered in perfect unison, bowing to her, also in perfect unison. "Is this the young elleth you found, Legolas?" one of them asked, both studying me.

"Yes." Legolas answered as I filed away another strange word. "This is Éponine. Éponine, these are Lord Elrond's sons, Elladan and Elohir."

They both bowed to me. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady."

I didn't answer, simply studying the two. I could see the gleam of mischief in their eyes and the cocky grins at were just under the surface. These two were mischief-makers, no doubt about it. They were pranksters and jokers, like the Weasley twins from Harry Potter. However, I could also tell that they were kind-hearted and probably healers, if they followed their father. Speaking of which, just like their father, they were very beautiful, gorgeous even.

As I studied them silently, they began to shift their feet nervously, undoubtedly at my lack of an answer and my hard stare. "Nice to meet you too," I answered at last, but before anything more could be said, two other doors opened, one near the far end of the hall on the right and the other all the way at the end on the left. Two very similar female elves stepped out one door and a male elf that looked almost exactly like Legolas appeared from the other one.

The female elves were obviously related. One looked older and had beautiful silvery-blonde hair, while the other's was the color of Lord Elrond's, except had the same smooth wavy texture as the first. The dark-haired elf had eyes exactly like Lord Elrond's and the twins', but the blonde elf had a deep blue. Both were wearing similar ivory-colored silken dresses that flowed around their body much like Queen Tarellethiel's dress.

The male elf looked just taller than Legolas. He had the same platinum hair and icy-blue eyes. He was very muscular with ivory skin and had the bearing of very regal king. He wore red and gold robes that flowed around him in regal, beautiful, elegant waves of expensive fabric. In his hair, he wore a beautiful silver circlet that looked like twigs intertwined and circling his very noble brow. The only major difference he bore from Legolas was the fact that his eyes, though the same color, held no warmth. They were cold and hard, worn and wise from many years.

"Celebrian, Arwen, Thranduil, come meet Éponine." Queen Tarellethiel said, drawing the three elves' attention.

"Éponine, this is Lady Celebrian, Lord Elrond's wife." The beautiful blonde. "Lady Arwen, their daughter." The dark-haired elf, also very beautiful but in a more urethral way. "And my ada, King Thranduil." The male elf that looked so much like Legolas, and was—a king. I really am a good guesser. Adding ada to my list of unknown elvish words.

"It is a pleasure to see you awake and well." Lady Celebrian said kindly.

"A pleasure to meet you," was Lady Arwen's answer.

The king simply nodded, before moving to Queen Tarellethiel. "How are you, meleth-nin? I do not like how much work you've been doing." Meleth-nin, added.

"I am fine, mell-nin." Was her loving answer. Mell-nin, also filed away. "Éponine needs all the help and comfort she can get." She placed a sweet kiss on his cheek. "Come, why don't we all show Éponine, where her room is."

With Queen Tarellethiel leading the way, the eight of us made our way about half way down the hall, stopping at a door on the left. They all talked amongst each other, but I laid my head on Legolas' chest and tried to ignore them, as we walked into the room.

It was beautiful and elegant. There was a fireplace, four-poster bed with a soft rose spread on it, a window seat with cushions and curtains to match the spread, large windows that lead to a balcony also with curtains, two oaken doors that probably led to the bathroom and closet, a chest at the end of the bed also oaken, and a set of couches and chairs in front of the fireplace.

Legolas took me over to the bed and set me down. "Lord Elrond said that you may stay as long as you like, but you can't leave until he says your better."

I nodded, then frowned. He looked pale, like he'd been working too hard after being sick. "You shouldn't have carried me." I said. "You look sick."

"I'm fine." He said, waving away my concern, but judging by the faces of the king and queen, they didn't like it any more than I did. I accidentally made eye contact with King Thranduil and the glare he sent me would have murdered me in the most brutal way, had looks been able to kill.

I scooted over, further onto the bed, then pulled Legolas' arm, so he sat down beside me. "You need to rest as much as I do. I may not know what you did yesterday, but I can tell you used a lot of energy. And if you don't rest, you might get sick."

He gave me a surprised look, then smiled softly. "You're rather perceptive, aren't you?"

One of my eyebrows rose as I looked at him. "Really?" I asked, sarcastically. "I don't think so, it's not like I've got over ten times as much memory as you do."

He chuckled. "I'd believe that. Are you always sarcastic?"

I nodded. "The greatest defense against stupid questions and stupid people is sarcasm. You can tell people to their full of shit and they won't ever know."

This time the whole room burst out laughing, even King Thranduil cracked a smile. "Wow, you're going to get along with Ada well. He's the exact same way." Legolas said, throwing a cocky grin at King Thranduil.

At that time, Lord Elrond appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray of food. "Well, well, well. If I'd know it was a party, I would have brought more. However, since I didn't you all need to leave so our young patient can get some rest, after she eats."

Just then my stomach informed the whole room that it was hungry. I blushed, but couldn't help the giddy feeling I got just from thinking about tomatoes. Now, when I say I love tomatoes, what I mean is, I would eat tomatoes every day, all day, for the rest of my life if I could.

The elves left the room, all except Legolas, Queen Tarellethiel, King Thranduil, and Lord Elrond. "Legolas, I brought you something as well, because I figured you didn't eat when I told you to."

This time Legolas blushed. "I was worried about Éponine."

I chuckled. "Oh, how sweet." I said shoving him over. He yelped as he almost fell off the bed, but before he could shove me back, the queen intervened.

"Don't you dare, Legolas. She's wounded, and you're tired, neither of you should be shoving the other."

"Yes, Nana." He said, throwing me an exasperated look. Nana, added to the list.

I chuckled at his antics, Lord Elrond joined me, as he set the tray on the bed between us. "Eat you two. Then I want you both to sleep."

The assortment of food on the tray was rather interesting. There were tomatoes, of course, along with other vegetables and fruits, but there were meats, grains, dairy, and even a few sweets, most of which I didn't really recognize.

Legolas immediately went for a slice of cake covered in what looked like honey. "No!" Queen Tarellethiel slapped his hand. "Absolutely not! You will eat something sustaining before you favor your sweet-tooth."

I chuckled, then feeling a bit mischievous, because I was feeling much more comfortable, I licked my finger and stuck it in the middle of the cake. "That's mine." I said with a devilish grin, licking the honey off my finger.

Legolas let out an indignant cry. "Hey! That's not fair!"

Queen Tarellethiel burst out laughing. "That is what you get, ion-nin, for trying to eat sweets first." There was that word again.

Lord Elrond smiled at me and winked. "Well played, bainpen-nin." Added to the list, although he said it earlier, now that I think about it. Then clearing his throat, he continued. "I brought up an assortment, because I wanted to see what you would try. If we can find things familiar to you, then we can create a stable menu." I nodded and out of the corner of my eye, I saw King Thranduil giving Queen Tarellethiel a questioning look.

Legolas picked up a fork, speared a sausage, picking it up, and began eating it off the fork. I began cutting a slice of tomato into pieces as I watched him eat, waiting for Queen Tarellethiel to notice Legolas' sudden lack of manners. "Do you have salt?" I asked Lord Elrond.

He nodded and with a kind smile, exited the room, but not before touching Queen Tarellethiel's shoulder. "I'll return in a moment." Both king and queen nodded. They looked over at me at the exact same time and the exact same questioning look appeared on their faces at my smirk.

I glanced over at Legolas, as he speared another sausage, then back at the couple. Their eyes followed mine and both frowned in parental disapproval. "Legolas Thranduillion, were you raised in a barn?!" King Thranduil asked with a frown.

The offending elf looked up innocently. "What?"

The king frowned and folded his arms across his chest. "Since when do you eat like that? Just because you are not eating at a table does not mean you forget all your manners. You're going to make an ill impression on your companion."

Legolas glanced at me and his face when pink, even the tips of his beautiful pointed ears were pink. I couldn't help the very girlish giggle that escaped me. He was so adorable with that look of cluelessness on his face.

Queen Tarellethiel let out a sigh and took pity on the obviously blonde boy. "Cut your food and take smaller bites, ion-nin. As your fathers says, you were not raised in a barn, so don't act like it."

Father? Is that what ada means, father? Then that would mean naneth and nana are probably some form of mother. Making ion-nin…son? I shook my head, whatever, the list was big enough as it is, without me trying to guess meanings.

"Is something the matter, penneth?" Queen Tarellethiel asked, drawing the attention of both males.

I started to shake my head, then changed and nodded. "What does it mean?" I asked, then mentally kicking myself, I clearified, "Penneth, what does it mean?"

The three exchanged confused looks. "You don't know what penneth means?" The queen asked.

I frowned. "No, why should I? I've never even heard of elves until I woke up and saw Legolas." Legolas' face lost all color and he looked as if he was going to faint. "Legolas, are you, all right?" He didn't answer, just stared at me like I'd grown a second and third head. I looked back at the two adults, they too were looking at me strangely.

I began to get butterflies in my stomach and my head began to spin a little. "I'm confused, why do you guys look so shocked?"

"You've never heard of elves until yesterday?" Legolas asked slowly, like he was talking to a child.

"NO!" I snapped, my breath starting to come in short gasps. I also realized that whatever was keeping my legs numb, was wearing off and they were beginning to ache, sending sharp pains up my spine.

"But—"

"Legolas Thranduillion, do not finish that sentence!" Queen Tarellethiel suddenly commanded.

The boy looked at her. "What, Nana? How can she not know about elves, she is one?"

My world suddenly froze. My head stopped spinning, but it stopped thinking rationally too. I stopped breathing all together, and my stomach dropped like a cold stone, along with my heart. I'd had panic attacks before, but when those words came out of his mouth, I didn't even know if I knew how to react.

What the hell did he mean I was one?!

I wasn't an elf…

Or was I?

NO! How in the hell could I be an elf?! I'm human! My mom's human! My brother's human!

I'm a human!

Right?

I was quite certain my brain had just skipped the fight or flight, anxiety response and went to freeze like a terrified animal in shock. I couldn't breathe, think, react. My eyes were open, but I wasn't seeing anything, everything was just white. I'm pretty sure even my bowel movements even stopped.

I'm an elf?

I didn't even know if I said it aloud or not. All I knew was if I didn't start breathing again, I'd die, except I wasn't sure if my brain cared or not. The abnormality overload, suddenly wasn't a semi, it was a mountain, and it hit me.

In one of my reviews, someone said Eponine sounded too Mary-Sue, I want more opinions. If she does, I'll definitely change her up, but I want to explain. Yes, Eponine is perfect. She's good at everything because...SHE'S GOT A PERFECT MEMORY! She can play piano and is super smart. She's really good at judging people and she's always right. But again, SHE'S GOT A PERFECT MEMORY! It said in the article that I read about Hyperthymesia that a lot of people can't stand those with the ability, because they're always right. That's how Eponine is.

Anyway, moving on to the MMA, Mixed Martial Arts. It says that she liked the physical challenge, if you were perfect at everything, you'd get bored and it wouldn't matter. That's how she felt, so she expanded her horizons and found a challenge for herself.

She also mentions the patterns. She likes patterns because patterns are predictable. MMA has patterns and so does the piano, but the piano isn't just for the patterns. She says it's soothing. I would also like to mention that wherever, whenever you go, you will find music. To Eponine, that is a way to always, no matter what, have a bit of normality.

Now, I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm ranting. I'm not trying to. I just want everyone to understand. I'm glad the reviewer told me what they thought, I want all thoughts. If, after explaining, she still sounds Mary-Sue, let me know. I hope you like the chapter.

-MaNY1001