AN: This is a work in progress. I own all those you will not recognize. My sister's wish I did own Legolas, but unfortunately, there is no way I would be able to keep the handsome elvish prince.

The first thing I felt was pain. My head felt like someone had dropped a battleship on it. I say up, covering my eyes from the sunlight. Sunlight? There hadn't been any sunlight in my city for almost seventeen years, not since the war had ended. I remember seeing my last sunrise the day before my birthday, the day the war ended. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a forest. Impossible! There were no trees near my home. This was getting stranger by the minute. Where was I and why did I come here?