There was light. She could see it though her eyelids, but she was too tired yet to open them. She was nearly asleep, nearly awake, but still in the mode where she was floating on air, where there was neither pain, but no pleasure, and not even the knowledge that you're there. Until, of course, after you're awake. She woke completely, her eyes still shut tightly, and felt a stinging pain on her left shoulder. She tried to lift her arm up to feel what it was, but was too weak to even do that, and all she did was twitch her hand. She gave it up, still too tired to open her eyes. Slowly, she let herself drift back into sleep, until the pain was gone, the light was gone, and the world around her disappeared into silent sleep.
Some one nudged her on her left side, and she woke suddenly to a great pain that was still there. She hadn't dreamed it. She opened her eyes fully, and the light flooded in. She squinted, but felt hardly any pain in her eyes, as it was nothing compared to her shoulder. 'Strange', She thought. 'Wasn't I lying on my back earlier?' Her eyes fluttered open, more used to the light now, and she looked around, not daring to move and cause her even more pain then she already was in. It was a brightly lit room with a cool breeze cutting though the thick, humid air. The sheets were uncomfortable and scratchy, and she could tell at once that she wasn't home. The pillars on her left were the only trace of wall, so she was practically outside. They were, however, beautifully detailed. She turned her head slowly and felt the soreness of her neck from sleeping on it badly. She looked to the other side of the room, then nearly jumped of the bed.
"Awake finally, I see. Now hold still.", A deep voice softly rang through the air. She muffled a scream in which she had no idea was from being startled, or from the pain now that was even worse on her back, for the strange man was putting something that felt cold, and stung like fire, on whatever was on her shoulder. Why wasn't she afraid? She had never meet this man before. And yet his voice sounded sorely familiar...
The pain was numbing down to a slight stinging sensation. Her neck still ched, as she tried to lift up her head and turn it around to see who the strange man was. She knew she had heard his voice, if she could only see him she just might be able to-
"Hold still! You're only putting yourself in more pain by moving." His voice rang out clear as day, just as the pain he predicted would come.
"Now, who are you?" He said, but to himself, for she had gone straight into a half hearted sleep. Now he was really getting annoyed. He had no idea who she was, where she was from, nor if she posed any threat to him or his people. Yet he was still put in charge of her care, along with the nasty wound that was swelling on her back. But he too had a strange feeling that he had seen her before He looked at her closely, then moved around to the other side of the bed so he could see her face. As he walked around, he noticed her ears- they weren't humans ears, not hobbit ears, nor elves, nor dwarf, nor anything he had seen before, except...
He gasped, and stumbled backwards. 'It couldn't be!' He thought. He knew when reality hit him, he had to face it, but this topic he had trouble knowing if it was going to happen or if it was just a superstition he had. He knew she would be back, but couldn't bring himself to face. it. Now she was and he hadn't figured out what he would do.
Some one nudged her on her left side, and she woke suddenly to a great pain that was still there. She hadn't dreamed it. She opened her eyes fully, and the light flooded in. She squinted, but felt hardly any pain in her eyes, as it was nothing compared to her shoulder. 'Strange', She thought. 'Wasn't I lying on my back earlier?' Her eyes fluttered open, more used to the light now, and she looked around, not daring to move and cause her even more pain then she already was in. It was a brightly lit room with a cool breeze cutting though the thick, humid air. The sheets were uncomfortable and scratchy, and she could tell at once that she wasn't home. The pillars on her left were the only trace of wall, so she was practically outside. They were, however, beautifully detailed. She turned her head slowly and felt the soreness of her neck from sleeping on it badly. She looked to the other side of the room, then nearly jumped of the bed.
"Awake finally, I see. Now hold still.", A deep voice softly rang through the air. She muffled a scream in which she had no idea was from being startled, or from the pain now that was even worse on her back, for the strange man was putting something that felt cold, and stung like fire, on whatever was on her shoulder. Why wasn't she afraid? She had never meet this man before. And yet his voice sounded sorely familiar...
The pain was numbing down to a slight stinging sensation. Her neck still ched, as she tried to lift up her head and turn it around to see who the strange man was. She knew she had heard his voice, if she could only see him she just might be able to-
"Hold still! You're only putting yourself in more pain by moving." His voice rang out clear as day, just as the pain he predicted would come.
"Now, who are you?" He said, but to himself, for she had gone straight into a half hearted sleep. Now he was really getting annoyed. He had no idea who she was, where she was from, nor if she posed any threat to him or his people. Yet he was still put in charge of her care, along with the nasty wound that was swelling on her back. But he too had a strange feeling that he had seen her before He looked at her closely, then moved around to the other side of the bed so he could see her face. As he walked around, he noticed her ears- they weren't humans ears, not hobbit ears, nor elves, nor dwarf, nor anything he had seen before, except...
He gasped, and stumbled backwards. 'It couldn't be!' He thought. He knew when reality hit him, he had to face it, but this topic he had trouble knowing if it was going to happen or if it was just a superstition he had. He knew she would be back, but couldn't bring himself to face. it. Now she was and he hadn't figured out what he would do.