Disclaimer-I do not own LotR, Tolkien does. I only own Nengel, Bridget, and any other characters that aren't in the story!
Sleep. Sleep was probably one of Bridget Bishop's favorite activities. In fact, it was her favorite activity. So when she suddenly woke up and found some strange man staring at her, she was surprised. She opened her mouth to scream, but no words came out. The man stared at her, eyes wide with surprise. Finally she got her bearings, jumped back and tumbled off the bed.
"Who the hell are you!" she screamed. He looked at her confused, and said something in a strange language.
"Who are you? Please tell me?" she said again, slightly more polite. Elladan regarded her calmly. She had shoulder length auburn hair that seemed to fold and encircle her face, her eyes were wide and green and she had a dusting of freckles across her pale face.
"I thought only Ents had green eyes," was the first thing he said. She stared at him, her mouth dropping on.
"E-Ents? You mean like, giant walking trees?" she could vaguely remember someone telling her something about Ents, must have been Jess, she is obsessed... she thought. "I hate to erm-burst your bubble sir...but Ents aren't real..." she informed him. He stared at her, he hadn't heard her last statement, he was too busy studying her clothes. Colorful trousers that had strange words written on them covered the lower half of her body, and a tight, sleeveless tunic covered her upper half. Her statement registered.
"I don't think Ents would take kindly to you saying they don't exist," he pointed out.
"Well they don't." she pouted, moving slowly away.
"Forgive my lack of manners Lady-"
"Bridgie. And drop the Lady thing; we aren't in the middle-ages."
"Middle...ages? Forgive my manners yet again, I am Elladan, son of Elrond."
"Shut up!" she screamed, backing away quickly, crashing into a vase and sending it smashing to the floor. Elladan stared. What had he done? He had only told her his name. She seemed close to hysterics now.
"Get away from me...lunatic! Bloody mad!" she screamed again. Two people appeared in the door.
"Elladan, my son, what happened?"
"I told this child my name father, and she went insane!" he replied over the screeching. When she saw Elrond her jaw dropped. And she fainted. Elladan and Elrohir shared a glance, what had just happened? They watched their father pick her up and lay her on the bed.
"She will wake up soon, Elladan, go fetch Nengel, and some of Arwen's old dresses," Elrond instructed. Elladan did so. As he hurried from the room he first went to his sister's old bedroom. He almost never went there, it made him miss her. He opened her closet and took out two green dresses, one grey, and one a beautiful blue. His heart went in his throat when he saw a beautiful silk dress of deep lilac; it had been his mother's. He could remember the day when she had first worn it, it had been inspired by a picture of a dress Luthien had worn in a painting. He quickly closed the wardrobe. It seemed to him that Arwen had hidden that dress for a reason, and that she wouldn't want it tampered with. He made his way down the hall and knocked on a door.
"Nengel, Father and I need you; we have a rather...interesting situation that needs dealing with."
"Of course my Lord..." she replied, somewhat surprised. He led her through the winding hallways to the room where the girl was in; well...it was his room.
"Father...might we...move her?" he asked. He was rather fond of his room; he saw no need for this appearing girl to take it over. Elrond chuckled and they moved the girl to a room close by. Once she was settled on the bed, and Nengel had dressed her in a nightdress, Elrond turned to his son.
"Elladan, tell us exactly what happened."
"Well," the elder twin began, "I woke up, and she was staring at me with a slightly opened mouthed expression, she jumped back, and asked who I was. I told her I thought only Ents had green eyes, and she told me they don't exist, I changed the topic and asked her name, and told her mine. Then she went mad and started yelling things in a foreign tongue before you came in and she fainted. Is she mad father?" Elrond started at Elladan. What an odd thought, Ents not being real. Why on Arda would a child think that? If you had heard of them, typically it meant you knew they were real.
"I do not believe she is mad, my son, I think perhaps she is confused. And she speaks with a strange accent. So I believe she is not of this area."
"Oh. Father! She is awakening!" he said quickly, glancing at the bed.
"Hush Elladan, let Nengel tend to her!" he hushed his son. Nengel laid a comforting hand on the girl's arm.
"My Lady, welcome, you are in Imladris, under the care of Lord Elrond, do not fear, you are safe," she said soothingly in common. The girl laughed hesitantly.
"Um...this is not a funny joke, please tell Jess to lay off, and if she does I will go to the movie with her!" Nengel stared.
"My Lady, how old are you?"
"Nearly twenty, and stop calling me my lady, I'm Bridget."
"Very well, Bridget, you are quite safe here I assure you, please relax," Nengel continued soothingly. The girl's eyes widened.
"You-you-you have pointy ears!" she said surprised. The elf nodded gently, pretending not to be surprised.
"Why yes, yes I do, I am an elf after all!" she replied, gently as possible. The girl's eyes widened even more.
"No, you see, I know elves aren't real, and I am not finding this amusing, please just let me go home!" Nengel looked at her sadly and bent down so the girl could feel her ear. When she felt the fingers brush the tip uncertainly she smiled and sat back up.
"You see, I am an elf," she told the girl.
"I just wanna go home, please! Jess, please!" she said, before bursting into tears. Elladan felt bad for her; clearly she didn't understand what was going on. Nengel rubbed her back soothingly as she cried.
"Whe-where am I?" the girl asked finally calming down.
"You are in Rivendell, in the house of Elrond," Elrond said stepping forward.
"In Middle-earth!" Elrohir added helpfully. Unfortunately that just made the girl start crying again.
"Hush, hush, it is all well child," Nengel assured her. "Now, where are you from, if you tell us it will be easier to get you home!"
"I-" she hiccupped. "I'm from Richmond."
"Is that your country?" Nengel asked quietly, still rubbing the distressed girl's back.
"N-no, it's a ci-city. My country," she hiccupped again, "is...America."
"Oh dear, I am afraid I don't know where that is, what part of Arda is it on?"
"Ar-Arda?"
"Middle-earth."
"I don't live in Middle-earth!" she cried, crying again.
"You can't be from Valinor!" Nengel exclaimed.
"I'm from earth! Just Earth!" Bridget wailed. Nengel hushed the girl.
"My Lord, I think perhaps it is best she sleep!" the she-elf informed him. He nodded and put his hand on the girl's forehead.
"Sleep," he instructed, "Just sleep." The girl closed her eyes and drifted into a blissful rest. Nengel turned to Elrond.
"She is not insane my Lord, he is...confused. Where is earth?"
"My sons, Nengel, I believe...that this 'Bridget; is from another world, and she is very confused. Treat her gently, and I think it best that she not be let out of this room until I deem her ready, she isn't doing that well."
"Yes, father," the twins said.
"Yes My Lord," Nengel replied.
"I wish I could stay, but I think you three can handle the situation, Calm her down if she wakes up, and do not hesitate to call for me," he warned them. Then he left, he had meetings to attend to. Elladan sat down on the chair in the corner, while Nengel moved back to the bed.
"I feel bad for her," she said gently.
"I do too, she must feel so lost, even if she is from a different world, this must be so different."
"Even frightening, it must be like when we were Elflings and got lost in the woods," Elrohir said.
"Only ten times worse, I would say, my lords," Nengel replied. Smiling down at the girl. They sat and and talked for about three hours before Bridget stirred and opened her eyes.
"Am I really in Arda?"
"Yes, you are. I am Nengel," Nengel told her.
"We are Elladan and Elrohir."
"Um...hi..." Bridget replied. Her eyes were still red rimmed, but she sat up in the bed and put her chin on her knees. "What is Rivendell like?" she asked, sniffling.
"It is beautiful, calm and peaceful...we have stables and..."
"Stables!" her head lifted up and she smiled. "I rode horses for five years, but my mother asked me to stop because I was scaring her. So...I had to stop." she sighed. "Can I go there sometime?"
"Sometime, but right now you are supposed to be resting, So not today, but feel free to ask us questions," Elrohir told her.
"Okay, how old are you three?"
"We," said Elladan, pointing to himself and his twin, "are two thousand three hundred forty-eight."
"And I," said Nengel, "Am two thousand three hundred forty-one." Her mouth dropped open.
"You're kidding!"
"Kidding?"
"Joking."
"Oh, no, I we are not," Nengel told her calmly. The girl looked like she might start crying again. A servant knocked on the door.
"I have lunch for the four of you!" Nengel opened the door and took the food.
"Come, let us eat!" Bridget nodded her consent and eyed the food warily.
"What is it?" she asked. Pointing to whatever Elladan was eating.
"That," he said, deadpan, "is fried pig tails." He watched her face twist up in horror.
"I am just joking, it is fried potatoes. I would suggest for you this; it is warmed tomatoes and basil in a vinegar sauce, quite good." Bridget nodded and tried a bit. She smiled.
"Oh! This is good!" she said happily. They passed the next few hours with her answering questions, and asking them as well. When Elrond knocked on the door he was happy to see her improvement.
"How are you feeling Bridgie?"
"Much better, erm...thank you." She said politely. Elrond smiled gently.
"Would it be all right with you to for down to dinner with everyone?" Bridget's face paled.
"Um..."
"It is perfectly fine my dear child; you need not be pressured into this, whenever you are ready." She smiled and thank him, before settling wearily back into her pillows.
"I am going to sleep, I think..." she said drifting off.
So, that was the first chapter, what do you think? Any Mary-sue alarm bells going ding-a-don, ding-a-dong? Review!