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Chapter 1-The Crash
Evening. Somewhere in California.
It was a cold evening and a couple was walking along the road, the man lending his date his jacket. They were enjoying their talk and didn't notice the headlights coming towards them. A drunk driver screeched along the side of the road, trying to swerve out of the way. The driver was too late, and hit both the girl and the man.
"She's not going to make it!" A nurse yelled over all the commotion. The girl closed her eyes for the last time in the world of Earth.
"It's too bad the couple wasn't paying attention…" the doctor said to the man's parents. "It's a shame they had to die at such a young age." The man also closed his eyes and passed away.
The next morning. Rivendell
The girl awoke with a man standing over her. She would have screamed, but her head was pounding and she couldn't seem to find air in her lungs to speak. She looked up at the dark-haired man with the silver-circlet around his forehead and he smiled down at her.
"My dear Arwen, Aragorn was so afraid that he was going to lose you!" He said.
"Who is Arwen? I do not know where I am, but I know one thing, my name is Sara, not Arwen! And who, pray tell, is Aragorn?" The girl looked angrily at the man.
"Why, you are Arwen, my daughter! You are in my house, the House of Elrond, in Rivendell. And Aragorn is the man who loves you, I thought you would at least remember that…" Elrond said.
"I swear to you, I am not Arwen!" The girl got up and looked into the mirror. She was surprised to see that she now had long brown locks instead of her usual blond ones. Her ears were now pointy and she wore a long elegant white dress, a necklace adorning her beautiful neck. "Perhaps I am Arwen after all…"
In the adjoining room.
The man was waking up, and when he brushed his hand against his cheeks, he felt the rough prickle of a beard growing. He noticed no one was around him, so he got up and looked into the mirror. The face that was staring back was certainly not his, and he tried to let out a scream, but one did not come.
"Hello, Aragorn…" A man with pointy ears walked into his doorway. "Feeling better?"
"I suppose…but Aragorn? Last I remember my name was Chris…then again last time I looked into a mirror, I didn't look like this!" Aragorn said.
"Well, now that you are feeling better, I do believe that Lady Arwen has woken up and wishes to see you. If you would get dressed, I would lead you to her room." The elf left Aragorn and let him get dressed and ponder about what happened.
"Hmm…Aragorn…Arwen…this is too weird." Aragorn said.
Chapter 1-The Crash
Evening. Somewhere in California.
It was a cold evening and a couple was walking along the road, the man lending his date his jacket. They were enjoying their talk and didn't notice the headlights coming towards them. A drunk driver screeched along the side of the road, trying to swerve out of the way. The driver was too late, and hit both the girl and the man.
"She's not going to make it!" A nurse yelled over all the commotion. The girl closed her eyes for the last time in the world of Earth.
"It's too bad the couple wasn't paying attention…" the doctor said to the man's parents. "It's a shame they had to die at such a young age." The man also closed his eyes and passed away.
The next morning. Rivendell
The girl awoke with a man standing over her. She would have screamed, but her head was pounding and she couldn't seem to find air in her lungs to speak. She looked up at the dark-haired man with the silver-circlet around his forehead and he smiled down at her.
"My dear Arwen, Aragorn was so afraid that he was going to lose you!" He said.
"Who is Arwen? I do not know where I am, but I know one thing, my name is Sara, not Arwen! And who, pray tell, is Aragorn?" The girl looked angrily at the man.
"Why, you are Arwen, my daughter! You are in my house, the House of Elrond, in Rivendell. And Aragorn is the man who loves you, I thought you would at least remember that…" Elrond said.
"I swear to you, I am not Arwen!" The girl got up and looked into the mirror. She was surprised to see that she now had long brown locks instead of her usual blond ones. Her ears were now pointy and she wore a long elegant white dress, a necklace adorning her beautiful neck. "Perhaps I am Arwen after all…"
In the adjoining room.
The man was waking up, and when he brushed his hand against his cheeks, he felt the rough prickle of a beard growing. He noticed no one was around him, so he got up and looked into the mirror. The face that was staring back was certainly not his, and he tried to let out a scream, but one did not come.
"Hello, Aragorn…" A man with pointy ears walked into his doorway. "Feeling better?"
"I suppose…but Aragorn? Last I remember my name was Chris…then again last time I looked into a mirror, I didn't look like this!" Aragorn said.
"Well, now that you are feeling better, I do believe that Lady Arwen has woken up and wishes to see you. If you would get dressed, I would lead you to her room." The elf left Aragorn and let him get dressed and ponder about what happened.
"Hmm…Aragorn…Arwen…this is too weird." Aragorn said.