Thanks to those that enjoyed the first chapter.

I hope the second one is good as well!

Chapter 2

"By Eru's will and Namo's hand you have been brought back from death to aid in the protection of Middle-Earth. Manwë has blessed you with the gift of his winds, they will abide by your command when you speak the correct words. Protect the North young one, we fear hope may be lost without someone to watch the land and its people."

The words swirled in her mind over and over again. She could recite them back if she wanted too. Though many of the words confused her. She knew she was still sleeping or rather still floating in this dark purgatory. Ever since the incident at the hospital she had been floating in a non-corporeal form. She was having an out of body event of sorts, but then the voice spoke and there was a blinding light for a while and things went dull once more.

She wondered if this is where people go when they die? Does everyone just hang around forever? That didn't seem quite right. If she was still sane then what she had heard from that ethereal voice, meant that there was more for her to do. She sighed, all her life she had spent it helping others and healing them of their physical wounds. But what about her own? She just died and now more responsibility was being thrust on her.

'Go find someone else.' She thought for the briefest moment.

No, she must've been chosen for a reason, at least that is what she told herself. And if she was able to help people that may be in trouble or hurt then she would do it! She made an oath when she became a doctor and she wasn't about to go against it.

There was another flash of blinding light, and suddenly she felt heavy. It was the heaviness of skin. Before opening her eyes, not wanting to see the current state of her dead-yet-not-dead body, she wiggled her fingers then her toes. All good so far, and she had yet to feel any pain. Rather, she felt quite good, better than she felt in a long time. The next thing she noticed was a heavenly smell. She had to get her hands on whatever food that was.

Tentatively, she opened her eyes. The light of the sun was blazingly bright. Once her eyes acclimated she looked around the room she had been resting in. It was most likely a male's room as it felt like it was lacking a certain feminine touch. But she had to admit this bed and pillows were absolutely heavenly. At least she hadn't awoken in a prison cell of something worse off than this. She sat up and pulled down the blanket. She gasped when she saw what she was wearing. It was a nightgown, but not just any old nighty. It was all frilly and lacy and so medieval. Who in their right mind had dressed her in this? She then wondered if her clothes were around here somewhere. They were most likely getting washed. Then a glint of light caught her eye and she turned to see her stethoscope sitting on the bedside table. She was glad to have at least one thing around here that she understood.

She would not be afraid. Or she would try to be brave. If her vision or prophecy thing in her dream was true then she was needed and hopefully that meant that she was in the good books of whoever brought her here.

Without waiting any longer, she placed the stethoscope around her neck and tossed her legs over the bed. She walked to the nearby window and peered out to view her surroundings. The first thing she noted was the clarity of her vision. Normally, objects far in the distance were a touch blurry. But now, for whatever reason, she could see crystal clear. Out the window she was greeted by a vast beautiful garden. She made a mental note to have a stroll through the gardens later, pending if she as allowed, wherever she was. Leaving the bedroom area, she came across a space that looked like an office. It had a wall of books as well as a big desk. She dragged a finger along the spines of the books, looking for anything familiar. Not only was nothing familiar, but the titles were of a language that she had never heard of. That was puzzling. Moving on, she strolled around the room. Where was she exactly? An ornate mirror hung on the wall caught her attention, and she went to inspect the fine detail of the frame. Though when she reached the mirror, the frame became inconsequential.

Peering into the mirror was her reflection, sort of. It was her but more refined and her skin had a natural glow. She started feeling around her body wondering what had all changed and how! Her face startled her the most. Her freckles were gone, her lips were a natural red like she imagined Snow White lips to be. Her blue eyes caught her off guard and it looked as if they almost sparkled. She turned to the side and saw her blonde hair fell to the small of her back. She looked herself right in the mirror. "So I die and come back drop-dead gorgeous?" She chuckled dryly to herself. This was unbelievable. But now she wondered what else may have changed, perhaps even beneath the surface.

"Okay, ten fingers, ten toes." She started making sure everything was accounted for. "Two eyes, a nose, and two-" She froze when she tucked her hair behind her ears. They were both there, all two of them, but they definitely did not look the same. "Ears." The word slipped out.

"I've got pointy ears. " She mumbled.

She knew this was reality, but what reality was she living in? She was starting to believe she was in a new world altogether. Did she really come alive again to become an elf? Elves had pointy ears right? To stave off the impending hyperventilating, she took slow deep breaths. She had many questions that needed some answers!

As if on cue the door to her room opened. A tall beautiful woman with white hair entered carrying an armful of garments. After closing the door she turned and saw the girl. The woman almost jumped out of her skin in fright. The woman placed a hand to her chest trying to calm herself.

"Goodness, I had no idea you were awake!" The woman said catching her breath then walked towards her there was no hint of the woman being afraid of her. "My name is Ithil, a pleasure to meet you." Ithil smiled and gave her a small bow. When Ithil stood, her hair moved back she saw her pointy ears

"Ear!" She exclaimed. Ithil looked at her curiously and touched her ears wondering if something was wrong with them.

"My Lady?" Ithil asked.

"Sorry, this may sound completely ridiculous but," She breathed, and shook off the oddity of what she was going to say. "Are you an elf?"

Ithil laughed lightly. "Of course what else could I be? You are too from the look of it." Ithil continued to laugh to herself.

So she was right, she had died and become an elf. But the how and why of it all remained unanswered. "Right," Ithil began and ushered her back to the bedroom. "The King wanted to see you as soon as you woke up."

"King?" She asked and obediently followed.

"Yes, and you'll want to be wearing something more appropriate," Ithil said and laid the clothing on the bed. "Turn," Ithil said, and turn she did. Out of nowhere she felt the hem of her nightgown lift and it was being yanked over her head.

She let out a shriek and feebly tried to cover her body. "Oh come now, there is nothing there I haven't seen before," Ithil said. "Well other than the strange bit of clothing you bind your breasts with, I wasn't sure how to take it off you when I changed you into your nightgown." Ithil grabbed the dress she had brought along and approached her.

She sighed, she was just surprised by the suddenness of Ithil's actions. People must be less reserved in this place. Though taking the opportunity she inspected the wound she received in the hospital. As if by magic, which now seemed less farfetched of an idea, there was not a blemish to be seen along her pale abdomen.

So there wasn't even a reminder of her death, she mused. She then looked at Ithiil who was waiting patiently, and then down to the garments she held. "Do you have anything a bit less medieval? Like pants and a t-shirt?"

Ithil shook her head. "The King will be displeased if you present yourself to him in anything less than this."

She sighed. "Fine, fine." She grabbed it then turned it over. Where was the blasted opening? She could perform life-saving surgeries but she couldn't for the life of her navigate this dress.

Sensing her troubles Ithil stepped in. "Here, let me give you a hand." Within a moment she had placed the dress properly on her figure. "Now turn around so I can tighten the laces." She obliged and felt Ithil tugging at her waist. Thankfully she didn't make it suffocatingly tight.

"Thank you." She said and smiled at the kind lady.

"My pleasure. We don't see new faces very often so this is quite refreshing. Now having a good look at you it looks like you even seem to glow" Ithil clapped her hands together happily. "Now then, the King is waiting to see you. We shouldn't keep him any longer."

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Right, a king. This place she has been sent to is rather dated isn't it? Ithil placed out a pair of green slippers to go along with her green and gold-colored dress. She looked in the mirror once more. That face would have to get some getting used to. She stroked her ultra-soft hair, moving it to just the right spot. She paused as she neared an ear. She slowly brought her hand to it and touched the tip.

Instantly she recoiled. When her finger touched, it sent a weird shock throughout her body, not an unpleasant one, she noted. 'Well, that is odd.' She thought. Ithil just watched her curiously.

"I think I am ready." She said. Ithil beckoned her to follow but she saw her stethoscope that

Ithil had taken off while dressing her. She quickly grabbed it. She almost sighed at the nostalgic feel of the weight around her. She caught up to Ithil and they exited the room.

In the hall, lanterns were placed several feet away to keep things well lit as there were very few windows. She noticed a man or rather an elf waiting for them. What was the right term to describe a male elf? She would have to inquire about that. The elf gave them a small bow. He was rather handsome. Are all elves beautiful? It seemed so unfair

"I am glad you have awakened sooner than we had anticipated. The King eagerly awaits to speak with you." He gestured down the hall. "If you would follow me." He said and began down the hall.

Only a few steps in she turned to lthil. "This king, what is he like?" She asked. Obviously, she has had zero experience with how to talk to, and treat a king. She imagined good manners would be very important.

Ithil smiled. "He is a kind and just king. He does have a temper, but as long as you do nothing to offend him I am sure you will find him to be just fine." As soon as Ithil finished speaking the elf leading them stopped in front of a door. Had she really been this close to the King this entire time? The elf knocked and she heard a male voice telling them to enter.

"My Lady, if you will." He beckoned her to the door.

"Thank you," She paused. "Sir." She had not caught his name yet but he was quick to fill in the blank.

"Galion, my Lady." He gave her a small smile.

"Galion, okay. Thank you Galion." She smiled. She straightened her back, took a deep breath, and turned the knob to enter the room.

Upon entering she was almost blinded. Three of the fairest people she had ever seen were in the room. Both Galion and Ithil were attractive but these people were in a league of their own.

The lady dressed in white with gorgeous blonde hair rose to stand as the other two already were. The door behind her was about to close. "Wait." She called and Ithil paused in the hall. "Please stay with me?" She asked. She was more nervous than she first anticipated and found herself to be quite comfortable around Ithil. She turned to look at the king who looked between the two.

He signed. "If it would make you more at ease. Ithil, I please join us." He beckoned her in and he sat back down.

Thranduil watched as the strange woman moved closer to Ithil, obviously more relaxed around her. Seeing her awake Thranduil noticed that she was tall. Perhaps only four inches shorter than he. He also noted her bright blue eyes that he had not seen previously. They were a bright blue and there where golden flecks adding to their sparkle. Thranduil shook his head, why was he observing her so closely? Because she is something new, he reasoned.

Following Ithil's example she did a small curtsy or at least attempted one. She looked around the room. The people before her were rather intimidating. She knew they had questions and so did she. Now was not the time to balk.

Well how was that?

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Thran: I didn't do much this chapter did I?

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