THIS IS A PLOT BUNNY THAT I HAD RUNNING AROUND IN MY HEAD, BEGGING TO GET OUT.

Disclaimer: If I was Tolkien, and owned LOTR, I would not be on a FANFICTION website.

Chapter 1: Inaccurate Information

The stone underneath my feet was cold, smooth. The wind smelled of Autumn, and I could hear a waterfall nearby. What had just happened? I took a tentative step forward, my foot feeling for an edge. This was most definitely not my bedroom.

"H-hello?" I asked cautiously. "Is anyone there?" I continued inching forward until my outstretched hand met a stone railing. I followed it along, keeping my free hand outstretched,

I heard a brief rustle of clothe, then "Daro!" the voice commanded sharply.

I froze, what language was that? "Um…" very eloquent, Millie, I thought sarcastically. I tried again, "Um… what?"

I felt the voice's owner move closer. "Pedil edhellen?" I felt afraid. It was the same feeling you get when your mother loses you in the store. Lost and alone.

I reached my hand out towards the voice, "Do you speak English?" I almost whispered the question.

"Who are you, and what is your business in Imladris?" a large hand grabbed my wrist.

I flinched at the contact. The hand was surprisingly strong. Imladris? Is that a place? "Imladris? What's 'Imladris'?" Where have you gone and gotten yourself lost at?

The voice sighed, "Rivendell, in the Common tongue." the hand's grip tightened, almost imperceptibly, "Your name?"

"Emilie O'Malley." I touched the hand that held my wrist, then the voice's arm. They were wearing armor, incredibly decorative armor. Question started forming in my head, but I brushed them aside for later. I remembered to be polite, "You are?"

"I am Glorfindel Losgloriol." He removed my hand from his arm and released my wrist. "You are not from Arda. Yet, I do not feel a purpose behind your existence." He sighed, "The Lord of Imladris is otherwise concerned, or he would wish to speak to you. As it stands, I would have you come with me until your appearance can be explained."

I hesitated, "Where are we going?" I asked warily. "And who is this 'Lord of Ilmadirs' person?"

I could hear the frown in his voice when he responded, "It is 'Imladris', not 'Ilmadirs', and the Lord of Imladris is Elrond Peredhel." I heard the swish of fabric, "Follow me."

I snapped my hand out and grabbed a handful of what I assume was Glorfindel's cloak, don't leave me! "I can't actually… see." I mumbled.

He turned slowly, "Henig, what do you mean, you cannot see?"

I shrugged philosophically, "I'm blind. I can't see."

He pulled his cloak away and took my hand in his, "Henig, av-'osto. Come with me."

Glorfindel took me by my elbow and led me slowly into a building. The entire building seemed to be made of perfectly cut blocks of marble, and smelled like warm, apple cider. I couldn't tell if it was dimly lit, but it felt bright. Cheery even.

"We are here. There is a slight step down." He lead me carefully into a room, but I kept my free hand on the wall, to keep my balance. I felt a soft rug on the floor, and heard a fire crackling somewhere to my left.

"Where are we?" I asked quietly.

He led me to a large chair and sat me down. "We are in part of the Healing Hall. Wait here, henig."

I didn't hear him leave, but I knew he had. I finally allowed myself to think. Where was I? What exactly was Rivendell? How did I get here? This had to be some sort of prank, but who would prank me? Not my parents, and my sister never would. They wouldn't be that cruel. I didn't have many friends, and none of them were close enough to ever do something like this. Maybe someone drugged me and dropped me off in this place?

I allowed myself to panic. What if I could never get back home? What if that Glorfindel character was some sort of psychotic maniac? If he was, then I could consider myself very dead. But he didn't seem like a psycho, and I had always prided myself as a pretty good judge of people. No, I decided, Glorfindel was a good guy. But what was that language he was speaking?

I hadn't realized that I was thinking aloud until I was answered, "The language Lord Glorfindel was speaking was Sindarin, henig." the voice was deep, melodious. Like Glorfindel's was, now that I thought about it.

"Um… hello?" I ventured, looking towards where I thought the speaker was.

"Greetings, young one. I am Erestor." the voice replied, sounding faintly amused.

I smiled. The people here had very strange names. "Nice to meet you. I'm Emilie O'Malley. I'm not exactly young, though." I swung my feet back and forth beneath my chair, timidly. "What's Sindarin?"

I could feel him studying me as he sat. "Sindarin is the tongue of the Elves."

My mouth dropped open in disbelief, "Elves?" I asked incredulously, "But Elves are short, toy builders, aren't they?" Glorfindel was certainly not one of Santa's little helpers.

Erestor's response was clipped, and he sounded annoyed. "No, those are Dwarves. We Elves are quite tall compared to other races, and we most certainly do not build toys." I had most definitely offended him.

"I'm sorry, just…" I trailed off awkwardly. "I didn't mean to offend…" I looked down apologetically.

He stood abruptly with a swish of fabric, "No, no harm done. One cannot expect accuracy from an Edain."

I heard him leave, and suddenly felt very alone. What if this isn't a prank. What if this is real? The thought made me shiver, but with fear or excitement, I couldn't tell.

As I sat waiting, I ran my hands back and forth over the arms of the smooth wooden chair. The repetitive action, the heat from the fire, and the barrage of thoughts gently lulled me to sleep.

I dreamed of a face. Erestor's face. He had thick black hair that framed his angular features, accented by stormy grey eyes. Even though I had never seen a single thing in my life, I still knew that it was him.

ELVISH TRANSLATION

'Daro' Halt

'Pedil edhellen' Do you speak elvish

'Henig' Child

'Henig, av-'osto' Child, don't be afraid

I AM USING AN ONLINE DICTIONARY FOR THE ELVISH, AND AM HOPING THAT NOBODIES TOO OOC. THAT WOULD MAKE ME SAD :'( PLEASE REVIEW! GLORFINDEL WILL HUG YOU IF YOU DO! :)