Finding my way Home

A Queen's Place

Author's Note:

I am so sorry for the delay. Life has been a ride here lately. My ride or die, my grandma passed away Thanksgiving, and it has taken me a little bit to feel like writing. Thank you for the kudos and reviews and for sticking with me. Love to you all.

She took a deep breath. She had hoped and prayed even for someone who knew her to show up while she was healing in the hospital. When she woke, she was so afraid. Doctors, nurses, police officers, and even social workers surrounded her, but nothing seemed familiar, and the hustle and bustle of her room caused her head to spin. She was lost and afraid, and the only time she felt any comfort was in her dreams, the voice that called out Mel as if she was slipping away. Hearing the Elven King say Nin Mel as he addressed her brought that same feeling of comfort. Could it be that all this time, no one came for her because they were unable to? How would that have been possible that she had been lost to another world? Her head hurt, and looking into his eyes, she felt ashamed that she could not remember him. "I'm sorry," she told him softly. She bit her lip and went to turn away from him.

"Nin Mel, do not hide from me, not now when I have found you again," Thranduil told her softly, his hand reaching for hers. His hands were large and surprisingly soft despite her seeing him swing a sword mere hours ago in battle.

"I don't know what to do," she confessed as she looked into his eyes. You want me to go with you, but you are remembering a woman or female elf that if I am, I don't think I am her any longer. You're a King, and I'm just me," she ended with a whisper.

"Elleth," he told her softly. "Elleth is the term for a female elf. " He smiled.

"See, I don't even know the correct term for what I am." She grumbled

"We will find a way to restore your memories, Y/N," Thranduil exclaimed with conviction, "Feren will bring Gandalf. I am sure he is still somewhere in this city, and I will send a messenger to Elrond in Rivendale, Even Galadriel if I must."

"I don't even know who any of those people are. What if my memories are just gone? What if I never remember?" Melora announced, sitting up and throwing her legs over the side of the cot. She stood suddenly and started pacing, "Then what, you decide I am a waste of time? I don't fit in with the perfect package of your people, who are all beautiful, by the way, and here I am, poor pitiful Melora, trying to find somewhere else to fit in."
Thranduil rose gracefully from his seat on the cot. He moved his body in front of Melora, putting his hands on her shoulders to stop her pacing. " You're just as beautiful, if not more so, than any of my subjects," he told her in that silken voice.

"Is that all you got from that rant?" Melora asks, aghast, "I may never remember you, and you will be living with someone who looks like your dead wife but isn't her. Does that not concern you in the least?" Melora demanded.

Thranduil cupped her face with his hands, his rings cool against her skin, his eyes looking into hers. "Your mind may have forgotten your life here, our love Nin Mel, but I know your fea, your heart has not. If I am wrong, and it has, I will spend millennia to convince you to fall for me all over again."

Melora closed her eyes; it hurt to look into his when he seemed so sincere and hopeful that she would remember something. She knew what her doctors said: the chance of remembering something after so long was slim to none, and her memories were lost to her. They said she should be thankful that she could make new memories. "Thranduil, My Doctor," she said softly, her eyes still closed tightly, "does not believe my memories will ever return."

"What a mortal doctor does or does not believe concerns me not," Thranduil says with conviction. My concern is only with you, getting you home safe, and consulting with our healers on how best to proceed. Please, Nin Mel, come with me; let me take you home."