Ok. Umm…what can I say? I am flattered! U…ah…I dunno what 2 say…

i must say...even with the input of my wonderful and much loved reviewers it was a hard decision. I started writing this with the intention of having a nice normal Legolas/OC fic. But yeah…I've actually indented on a lot of things going differently but when I write, the situations sort of just happen with no regard for my intentions. I want to write an Aragorn one, cuz it will b a challenge and it will be different. BUT Legolas is irresistible and Aragorn is taken which will mean I have to deal with Arwen…hmmm. Oh I don't know!

Oh and yes it's Elladan and Elrohir… I couldn't very well let her be caught by Legolas…that would have been a disgusting cliché or Aragorn, which would have also been a cliché.

I realised that ultimately it's up 2 me. U r entitled to hate me 4 my decision, I know I'll probably hate myself a few times 4 it, but bear with me. At least I'll make it different…I'm considering letting her fall into earth…haha no joking, but seriously as one of my wonderful reviewers pointed out the poor thing has so much bad luck she deserves a break…maybe I'll just let her Aragorn and Legolas fall into Hawaii. Ha ha.

Thanks again 4 all ur reviews they r wonderful. I wouldn't b able 2 do it without them….plz keep em comin.

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Chapter Six

The silence between the three was eerie. The elves did not move, and the thief was far too stubborn to give in first. She had heard tales about the elves, and they were every bit as perfect to look at as was told. She pondered their immortality; this eternal life would undoubtedly give them patience, thiswas a qualityshe lacked.

Reassuring herself that she wasn't giving in first, that she was merely acting so that she did not waste the rest of her life standing in front of these overly patient elves she opened her mouth to speak.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked them with more confidence than she felt. The elves did not react, Serafina wasn't used to this. Normally she could provoke a reaction from anyone. She wondered if she could beat them in a fight, she did not think it was impossible, they certainly didn't look as tough as the thugs from Bree, or the guards of the White City. Still, she was hesitant to draw her daggers; she had heard in a story somewhere that elves were formidable warriors. However their unrelenting cold stare and taught bows pointed at her left her no choice; slowly, painfully slowly she reached for her daggers.

The second she started to move they drew their arrows a centimetre further back, she grinned; a reaction.

"I fail to see what amuses you so." Said one of the elves, she wiped the grin off her face and stared coldly back.

"Why do you hold you weapons on me?" she asked as coolly as possible, something about them reminded her of Strider, there was something about their nature, the silent way the two of them had taken control of the situation, that reminder her of Strider.

"You are entering into the land of the Lord of Imladris," began the other elf "without summons or escort. Do you expect to be allowed to walk freely through that which is not you own in times such as these? Do you expect welcome?"

"I am a simple girl from the village of Bree, I ran from the Nazgul and I ended up here."

"Few people from Bree would refer to the nine as Nazgul, few people in Bree have heard of them. From Bree you may be, though I doubt you are simple."

She didn't like this situation, and she liked the elves in front of her even less. On the off chance that their confidence was a façade, and the stories of the elves aptitude in war craft was simply that; a story, Serafina pulled her daggers as quickly as humanly possible.

The moment she had the daggers in her hand she heard the twang of a bowstring and fell to the ground instantaneously. Her daggers lay forgotten by her side. She was on her hands and knees, the shaft of an arrow protruding from her left thigh. She swore violently at the elves. Not caring who was responsible. The elves had not moved, they simply watched her unblinkingly. The one who had shot her had obviously already re-drawn his bow, she hadn't even seen them shoot her. Something Strider had said to her the night the Nazgul had come stuck a cord, 'Many things we hope to be stories are in fact true.' Serafina scowled, and decided to count the stories of elves weapon abilities as one of those that are true.

Gritting her teeth and swallowing her pain she grabbed her daggers and stood up to face the unflappable elves. She stifled a cry as the muscles in her left thigh moved against the arrow. She stood waveringly and greatly favouring her left leg.

"No," she growled, "I am not simple."

"Put down your daggers girl. Or I will shot you again, this time you will not be able to get up."

"I will put away my weapons when you put away yours" she said indignantly. Serafina was seething, the thugs in Bree were strong, but they were not fast. Only the thieves in Bree were quick, and thieves rarely fought each other-Serafina had no idea how to handle this situation, and less of an idea how to do it injured.

"You are out numbered, human, I suggest you do what we ask." Said the other, or was it the same she did not know. Serafina was beginning to become light headed; she was losing blood fast. Letting her guard down momentarily she glanced at her leg, and wished she didn't. The arrow must have gone right through, only an inch of the shaft was visible with the feathers on the end from. There was blood everywhere.

Serafina wished that a stroke of brilliance would come to her, she wished that she could find someway out of this situation. Finally she decided on the truth, well part of the truth.

"I was in trouble in Bree, so I fled. My horse was scared by the Nazgul and ran away from me. I left without a map. I don't know where I am. I tripped on the bridge back there and fell into the river that is why I am dripping wet. I had no intention of meeting with elves or upsetting you. I would appreciate it if you would let me go. I have no intention of heading to Imladris or whatever you called you city, and I can fix my own leg, thanks to you putting g a stick through it."

It was the elves turn to smile. They looked at each other and produced identical amused grins. They had not come across such a young girl with so much spirit in a long time.

"You underestimate us human." Said one of them, Serafina was finding it increasingly difficult to remember which had said what. She couldn't even remember which one of them had shot her, and that was very unlike her. The elf continued, "Indeed you underestimate our reaction time, our skills with a bow and arrow, our perceptual skill and our ability to judge character." Serafina knew they were talking to her, just, what were they saying? The pain in her leg was getting worse. She swayed, and clutched her daggers tighter, trying desperately to concentrate on what they were saying. One of them started talking again, she felt like yelling at them to shut up—she was trying to concentrate here. Grabbing at reality she focused on remaining conscious, somewhere she knew she had lost too much blood. In her mind she realised they were no longer speaking in her language. Now how did they expect her to understand them, she was no elf. She felt two pairs of strong arms on her body and tried to push them away. She flailed her arms wildly and the elves pried her fingers open, disarming her. She hated being weak. Vowing that when she was recovered she would rob each of them of everything they owned, she felt them gag her and bind her hands and feet.

If she was not so out of it, Serafina would have been disgusted with herself. She was almost unconscious from a single arrow in her leg. Granted she had had a rather trying past few days, but that was no excuse. Serafina relied on herself and herself alone, and she could not afford to be this helpless. However currently, she was helpless. The only thing she could do was squirm on the horse they had thrown her over. From the pressure on her leg she gathered they had bound her wound, at least she wouldn't lose too much more blood she thought as she finally slipped into unconsciousness.

The two elves chuckled to themselves when they saw the human girl fall fast asleep. They hoped Estel would arrive soon to Imladris, it would help to have a human on their side when she awoke.