When I woke up, I wasn’t outdoors. At least, I didn’t think I was outdoors. My hands were no longer tied behind my back and the cloth had been removed from my eyes. I was lying on a giant couch. I sat up and saw that there were other people in the room. Three men dressed like Robin Hood wannabes and one dressed in a long scarlet robe. He had a head band on and was obviously the man in authority.
“Ah. Moriwen. It is good to see you again. You sure have grown a lot in the past seventeen years. But I guess that is the way that humans age, so therefore, you did too,” the man in the dress said. His tone was lighthearted, but he had a scowl on his face. Like he was expected to be happy to see me, but really wasn’t. He turned to the three men and said something to them in that strange language. They left and he walked over and sat down in a chair across from me. He took a mirror off the table between us a held it up in front of my face. I looked completely different. My hair was long and black (it used to be short and blue), my nose ring was gone, as was all my makeup and my ears were different. They were pointed! I looked up at the man, at the mirror and then back at the man. He had pointed ears, too.
“You’re a very special girl Moriwen. And the Valar believe that it is time to tell you so.”
He put the mirror back down and looked at me.
“I am Lord Elrond, and you are in Rivendell. Your real name is not Megan. It’s Moriwen. And you, most certainly, not a human. You’re an elf. A very special kind of elf called a Moriquendi. And yes, that is where your name comes from,” he said in an explanatory tone.
“A…a …a …a what?” I stuttered.
“An elf, a Moriquendi,” he answered, patiently.
“Elves don’t exist,” I informed him.
He just smiled and nodded.
“Then how come I don’t look like an elf?”
“Because Manwe made it so that you would appear human. Earth doesn’t take kindly to elves.”
“Say I believed that I am elf. Why would I have been sent to Earth?”
“Because we needed to keep you away from your father. It would have been unwise to leave you with him. He would have corrupted you, and having you on their side would have been disastrous,” he explained.
“Because you are a special Moriquendi. Your mother was a Maia.”
“What’s a Maia?” I asked.
“A spirit. A very powerful spirit, that is, usually, pure and good. Your mother was a very, very powerful Maia, and was pure and good. Children of Maia are rare. No-one really knows what they can do.”
I just sat there.
“Am I going to stay in Rivendell,” I asked.
“So you believe?”
“Yes, I do.”
“No. You will not stay in Rivendell,” he said, standing up.
“Then where will I go?”
“There are three elven lands. One, Rivendell. My land. Two, Lorien. The land of the Lady of Light. She is very powerful, but to put you there would be to risky. And Moriquendi are unable to pass into the sacred boundaries of her land. And third, Mirkwood. This is not a land, but a kingdom. It is ruled by King Thranduil and it’s army is the most powerful of us all. A few hundred years ago, an army of Moriquendi invaded, and some of those Moriquendi and their children remain. You would blend right in. Now, let me ask you something. Which land do you think would be the best for you to go to?” He asked, sarcastically.
“Mirkwood,” I answered meekly.
“And that is exactly where you are going. I called for the prince to escort you there, and he should arrive within the week. Until then, you are to remain here. Preferably in the room that we have prepared for you,” Lord Elrond said. I had the distinct feeling that he didn’t like me very much. Or perhaps it was my father he didn’t like. A maid came and showed me where my room was. I was to change my clothes immediately and stay there until dinner. Even then, I was expected to eat with the servants. Was this they way they treated princess here?
Three days later, I was summoned to the throne room. I was, as usual when leaving my room, escorted by two guards. They left me at the door. I knocked, and heard Elrond’s booming voice telling me to enter. I did. And sitting next to the throne room was the elven prince, Legolas. I knew it was him because all of the maids I had talked to had said that he was breath-taking. And he was.
“Come, Moriwen. Sit down,” Elrond instructed.
“Yes, milord.” I sat down, as I was told. The chair was placed next to the one where Legolas sat. It was closer to him than I would have wished, but I would just have to deal with it.
“Hello, princess,” Legolas said as he gave a slight nod in respect.
“Your highness,” I said back.
Legolas then turned back to Elrond.
“There is no doubt who her parents are, is there?” He asked.
“Indeed. A little to much like her father, though,” Elrond agreed.
I just sat and watched them talk about me.
“Moriwen, tomorrow you are to leave with Prince Legolas. He shall be your protector, but you must listen to him, and to what he says. He much more wiser than you are when it comes to nature. And probably everything else,” Elrond said.
Legolas let out a laugh that he tried to disguise as a cough.
“Yes, Lord Elrond.”
Talking to Lord Elrond was like talking to my father! He was the obvious authority, so even though I didn’t agree with him, I couldn’t do anything about it.
“Good. Now go back top your room, Legolas and I have much to talk about.”
“Yes, Lord Elrond.”
I stood up and walked out of the room. As I went through the door I heard Legolas say, “Must you be so cold to her? She is just a child, and doesn’t know any better.”
When I heard the first sentence I thought that Legolas was on my side. But the second sentence led me to believe otherwise. I went back to my room, and pouted until morning.