Title: I hold in my hands
Author: Sapphira-isilme
Summary: A young lady of our world awakens to find herself in Imladris yet she soon learns that she was not the first person from our world to find themselves there. And the book of a trilogy in her bag that came with her?... Was it all a coincidence? Non-Canon *No tenth walker!*
Author's Note: Yes, i am writing a self insert for my first fic but this only because for my first fic uploaded on here i wanted to write something that would be easy enough. There will be no Mary-Sues, not in my life time, no tenth walker, just a good old fic to lose yourself in!...with a bit of humour and ridiculousness thrown in ;p
Disclaimer: I own nothing, no characters or places or names or anything in this story except for Kylie!
Chapter 1.
Pain.
Consciousness brought only pain. A cracked eyelid snapped shut over pained green eyes almost instantly, the blinding white light was far too much for the pounding in her head. Ai! The pounding! It was as if her very brain was throbbing within her skull. It was too much effort to stifle the groan that rumbled in her throat and escaped her lips.
It was then that she became aware of voices. Disembodied, nonsensical voices. The fact that there were obviously people around her made her want to fake death out of embarrassment.
She had no memory of where she was, all she was aware of was that she was lying quite uncomfortably on a surface. A cold surface, she slowly registered, cold and damp...outside? She had no recollection of the time or date or even if she was accompanied by anyone. For all she knew she could be lying in the middle of a busy intersection. The thought scared her. What if she was blocking traffic?!
Eyelids fluttering, she lifted her head and attempted to focus through the barrier of light that seemed to block her vision. 'Yep', she thought, 'definitely outside.' The effort made the pounding in her head double in intensity and her hands made their way slowly upwards, she dug her hands underneath her long dark hair, the silken strands laced around her fingers as she massaged her head ever so gently to try and alleviate some of the
pain.
Her vision was severely blurred but she managed to make out a dozen or so figures standing around her. She noticed that there were at least two kneeling at her side. 'Oh god' she thought 'Kill me now'.
The figure closest to her laid their hand on the side of her face, they were talking, she tried to focus on the figure's words, her mind starting to clear of all of the white noise.
"Can you hear me?" The figure said, a kind voice, male, middle aged. She gave an almost imperceptible nod but he must have seen as the hand that was on her face moved to a gentle touch on the side of her neck. 'Is he looking for my pulse?' She thought curiously.
"Good, now can you see me?" She raised her head further from where she had been looking to the ground away from the light and blinked a few times to try and focus on the figure in front of her. His hand moved now to the underside of her chin and she sighed in contentment at the renewed contact, His very touch was soothing. What she saw when her vision stopped swimming and finally focused on the face in front of her made her groan and roll her eyes.
"Fuck. I have a concussion. You are not real."
The middle aged man in front of her started in surprise at these unexpected words, eyes wide.
"Excuse me?" He said with a slightly indignant tone in his voice.
Swallowing against the pain that still assaulted her head she repeated.
"I said; I have a concussion. You are not real."
The man, no not man, Elf, this was apparently an Elf kneeling in her vision, a very familiar looking Elf, made an interested noise in his throat.
"I very well heard what you said, young Lady, i am however quite interested as to why you think that i am not real."
She looked him in the eyes, Deep grey eyes that seemed to hold so much in their depths yet revealed nothing.
"Not think, know. I know that you are not real. You are a figment of an old man's imagination, and apparently my imagination at the moment"
The Elf's facial expression changed not in the slightest giving away absolutely nothing yet taking in everything.
"And who is it that you think i am?" He asked.
A shake of the head. Admitting to insanity is not the first thing she wanted to do upon waking.
"Come now, my dear, we are waiting."
She blushed, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. "Well, i think i may know but i really don't think it's going to matter if this is all in my head."
The Elf smiled and waved his hand "Indulge me" He whispered.
"Starts with an E" She mumbled looking to the ground where she found a particularly interesting pebble. In that instant she had the missed the wary look that flashed through the Elf's eyes. Looking back she found him looking at her encouragingly "Elrond?" She said finally.
The Elf smiled and bent his back in a mock bow. "At your service." He said "You know me, May i then ask your name?" He said cautiously.
"Kylie-Ann. Kylie for short" She said looking around her at the other people gathered. 'Holy hell' She thought 'I'm fucked, there's more of them. There's more Elves'
"Am i dead?" She asked, Elrond chuckled and smiled, such a kind smile.
"I can assure you that you are not dead. We had a scare when we found you though for that is certainly what we had feared. Can you sit?" He asked as he held out a hand to help her up.
Kylie took the hand and dragged herself up to sit cross legged with his assistance. Her new position allowed her to take in her surroundings. She was sitting on cobbled stones in a courtyard surrounded by trees that led up to a short arched stairway. Beyond that stairway was an entrance to the building that lay in front of her. Nay, not a building. A house. The Last Homely House.
Her eyes widened in alarm as a thought occurred to her.
"Where's my bag?!"She all but yelled scrambling up to search the ground around her.
"I believe i have it here, is that correct?" Kylie turned to her savior quickly and took her bag from him, she plunged deep into it searching frantically for one thing in particular finally her hand closed over the spine of the book and she let out a breath that she hadn't realised she had been holding.
"Thank you. Now, can you please answer me one thing? What the hell is going on?!"
TBC
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