It was the eve of my 16th birthday, and I was crying. I had "gone to bed" a few hours ago, but the full moon and my swirling thoughts were proving impossible to sleep. It had been a little over a month since I had gone to Greenwood. 

A month. 

What they must think of me, at the palace. Although Thranduil...he had done his best. After the first visit to the Hall of Scholars had yielded no results, he had kept me updated the few times I had returned. Nothing. No psychic magic light that explained my existence, no herald of angels, nope. I needed to find out. I had to. 

I materialized into the interior of the palace. I briefly caught a glimpse of the floaty lanterns, then I shakily looked down. Oh. I was balancing on a thin stone bridge. Why was I here? I suddenly got extremely dizzy. My head felt like it was floating. 

Oh. 

Oh, hi, waterfall.

I fell.