Summary: Adventure. That is what she always wanted and after an encounter with Gandalf the Grey at the Toronto General Hospital, Kyra Matheson soon finds herself not in her own home but rather in Lothlorien. Will she do anything to try and return or would someone or something make her decide otherwise? Haldir/OC
Author's Note:I had first written this on Wattpad. Currently, I will be going through and looking at the mistakes (considering I wrote this on my phone) which, by the way, was an absolutely horrid idea! I don't recommend it any. My laptop screen is broken (though, I can still look at the page perfectly fine by the bottom half of the screen. Kind of a pain, really. In any case, my laptop should be fixed by November 12th as I am finally going to be getting my screen soon. I apologize in advance for any mistakes found. I do hope you enjoy it.
And, I would appreciate any comments regarding timeline and such. I would appreciate it, but also remember to keep comments appropriate. Thanks! Considering I am brand new to the LoTR/Hobbit fandom.
Disclaimer:We already know that I don't, nor ever will own anything here...so...there you go. I do own, Kyra Matheson and a few characters that you have not heard of...
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Kyra Matheson sighed, wrapping her coat tightly around her body. The cold, November night air nipped at her face. It was bad enough that the snow had begun to fall in the middle of October, but now, she also had to deal the annoyances that came with the colder weather; the common cold.
Grumbling to herself, she pulled down on her rainbow coloured toque in order to protect her ears from the accursed cold that always seemed to find them. Cussing, Kyra wondered why on earth her parents decided to move from England; a place where they barely had any snow, to a place much colder and it snowed three-quarters of the year.
It didn't make any sense to the twenty-six year old.
She also began questioning her own sanity when she made the bright decision to have her hair up in a bun.
Sighing, she took a sip of her coffee; a double-double from Tim Horton's. As the warm liquid made its way down to her stomach, Kyra couldn't help but smile contently.
It definitely hit the spot.
Glancing down at her watch, Kyra's eyes widened, giving a squeak and taking one last gulp before throwing the cup into the nearest garbage can and bolted down the street towards the Toronto General Hospital.
Her first night shift in the Emergency Room and she was running late. What an impression she'll make on the night staff.
She yelped, her footing slipping as she made contact with the ice hiding under the thin layer of snow. Regaining her balance she carefully made it the rest of the way.
"You're late, Kyra." Kyra looked up from the locker to see Myrna, who was the oldest and also the head nurse of Emergency Room. "You have worked in this hospital for a little over a year and you decide to be late on your first night shift? You are a nurse! Not a sniveling little school girl. Act it."
Heat rushed to Kyra's cheeks as she ignored the looks of the other nurses in the room as she gave a mumbled apology, making her way to the nurses' station in the ER, grabbing the first chart there.
Giving a slight sigh and pulling out her stethoscope, Kyra flung the object over her shoulder, making her way into the first set of curtains to her left. Looking down at the chart, she spoke with uncertainty.
"Mr Gandolf Grey?"
Never. Never in her short nursing career did she ever have any problems with pronouncing the names of medication, but give her someone's name? Well, the attempt usually always ended up being a horrid attempt as she butchered whoever's name she was trying to say. As the elderly man gave a hearty laugh, his bluish-gray eyes twinkling in amusement, Kyra felt her face heat up the second time that night from utter embarrassment.
"It is Gandalf, my dear."
A nervous laugh escaped passed Kyra's lips as she walked over to the side of the bed as she spoke. "My apologies, sir. I usually butcher people's names whenever I try to pronounce them. Would it be alright if I can take your vitals before I ask you some questions?"
Gandalf nodded, permitting her to perform her duties as a healer. As she worked, neither one spoke, and with the silence, Gandalf studied the woman before him.
Her blond hair was pulled back into a tight bun with a few strands falling around her face. Her thin and neat brows were creased in concentration and her brown eyes were focused in on their task. The woman, he noted, seemed to possess an air of wisdom that was beyond her years. She was like an open book and he could see the sadness, pain, regret, and longing.
His thoughts and observations of the young woman were interrupted by the woman's voice bringing him out of his thoughts.
"I apologize miss...?" Gandalf trailed off as he waited for her to satisfy him with a name.
"Kyra, sir."
"Kyra." He repeated thoughtfully as he looked upon her. "A wonderful name. Was there something you needed?"
"May I ask you a few questions in order to give the Doctor information, Mr Grey?" Kyra asked, feeling a smile blossom on her face.
"Of course you can, my dear."
Five minutes had passed before the questioning was finished and Kyra was sitting at the computer, filling in the rest of the information into the system.
"Miss Kyra, may I ask you something?"
Kyra looked up from the screen momentarily, replying with an affirmative before going back to the task at hand.
"If you could wish for one thing to have in this life, just one wish, what would be your answer?"
The question seemed out of place to her as she felt slightly taken aback. Normally, most questions would be regarding the patients health, not what one would think of their nurses ultimate wishes. She glanced up at him, opening her mouth to answer with that she already had everything she wanted, but the look on his face made her reconsider.
"Honestly, Mr Grey, as much as I adore being a nurse and the different experiences that are associated with this profession. I would like have something more. More... adventure." Kyra admitted, standing up from her seat and placing the stool over by the end of the bed.
A full blown smile overtook Gandalf's features as he nodded to her, "Good."
What did that mean? She wondered, clearing her throat as she spoke. "One of the doctor's will be in momentarily, Mr Grey."
After what seemed like an awkward farewell Kyra left the curtained area as she frowned, mulling over what the elderly man had said to her. Why did she have a feeling that there was an underlying message to that one word? Just something by how he said it.
Damnit, this was going to drive her bloody mad by the time her shift ended!
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Kyra went back to work, caring for as many patients as she possibly could before the last few minutes of her shift was over.
The early morning rays of the sun was peeking in through the blinds of the windows and Kyra could barely contain her excitement when she checked her watch.
She never realized how exhausted she was until she began dwelling on it. It wasn't as if the graveyard shift was particularly hard, but she was finding that the ER was even busier at night than it was during the day.
She sighed upon seeing the clock reach Oh-seven-hundred. Quickly double-checking everything was in its proper place, all updates to patients charts were made, Kyra made her way to the locker room and exchanging her work shoes and donning her winter boots, throwing on her jacket and pulling out her backpack she proceeded to leave the building.
First things first, she had to make it past the old bat who was probably still checking the charts before, she too, left the building for the day.
Taking a deep breath and picking up her pace, Kyra made her way down the corridor, heart plummeting when she realized that she was correct about her assumptions regarding Myrna.
Swallowing hard, she just kept on thinking that just a few more steps and she would be home free. And just as she reached the door she heard her name being called.
She paused, inwardly groaning, and hiding a cringe as she turned around, taking a deep breath and making her way back to the desk, adjusting her bag over her shoulder.
"Yes, Myrna?" The young woman asked, hoping that she attempted to keep the irritation out of her voice, unfortunately, the look she received made her realize that Myrna noticed.
"After being late, I do not think that tone of yours will get you far. It will not be tolerated here, young lady." Myrna snapped, eyes narrowing slightly as she removed her glasses, setting them down onto the desk before propping her elbows and leaning against the surface. She sighed, "Kyra, I have heard many praises from other nurses and doctor's here at the hospital. I know you have a good head on those shoulders of yours and a good heart. Please, do not make me regret my decision in allowing you to join our team. Do not be late tonight or else I'll have no choice but to write you up. Understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. I'll see you tonight." Without another word, Kyra took off as fast as she could through the automatic doors and down the street, in the direction of her apartment.
She wanted to have a nice, hot shower before going to bed but as soon as she stepped through the door of her apartment, Kyra quickly changed her mind, deciding that a shower would benefit her more after she woke up.
Entering her bedroom, she made her way over to her nightstand and turned on the radio, smiling as soft classical music filtered through the speakers. Heading over to her closet she stripped down to just her underwear and sports bra and pulled on a long, navy blue shirt, a pair of black leggings and fuzzy green and purple socks.
As she crawled into bed she smiled with content as she lay her head down, closing her eyes, waiting for sleep to welcome her.
Unfortunately, it didn't as her mind began replaying the conversation that she and that elderly gentleman had shared at the start of her shift.
Gandalf Grey, she remembered. With his long grayish-white beard and twinkling blue eyes. The image sauntered across her mind and she couldn't stop the frown the formed.
It was strange, really. Even with all of the practicum's that she had taken over the four years of nursing school, Kyra couldn't recall any sort of patient who caught, and kept her attention as much as he did. In a way, she thought, he did remind her of her grandfather, Nicholas.
Kyra sighed, frustration rising as to why he wouldn't leave her mind. If it dared on, she figured that she would lose more of her sanity.
Grumbling, she turned onto her side and curled into a fetal position and tried, once again, to fall asleep, forcing herself to focus on the music. Finally, she felt her body relaxing and darkness began to take hold as sleep welcomed her.
For however long she slept for, she had no idea but she awoke again when a cool breeze swept through, caressing her skin and causing goosebumps to rise. Frowning and opening her eyes she tried to find the blanket which had fallen off of her in the night. She paused in her movements when she heard the sounds of a bird chirping somewhere.
When did birds stay in Canada during the winter months?
It was then, that it struck her. Kyra's eyes widened in a panic upon seeing where she was.
No longer was she in the comfort of her own home but rather, she was lounging out in the middle of the woods. She stuttered incoherently.
How the hell did she end up in the middle of nowhere?
Abruptly, she sat up, looking around frantically. She didn't recognize where she was, but she hoped to whatever God could hear her, that it was just some messed up dream. She was, unfortunately, told otherwise when she pinched her forearm and winced upon feeling pain. Yelping, she rubbed the area and took deep breaths in order to calm her raging heart.
Okay, so it wasn't a dream. This was real. Somehow she had managed to make it all the way from the top floor of her apartment building all the way to the walking/running trail that led into the small write area in Toronto.
And no one saw her, or at the very least, attempted to stop her.
Kyra swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. Ten years. It had been ten years since she had a sleep-walking incident. Now, well now, it was happening all over again.
Glancing up at the sky angrily and raising her hand as she stuck up her middle finger. The Fates must be looking at her and laughing right now.
Yeah, well, fuck them too. Kyra thought bitterly.
Sighing in irritation, Kyra managed to stand up on shaky legs, holding her arms out to keep from falling over, she stayed like that for a moment or so before taking a cautious step forward.
She had to get home.
A bout of dizziness swept over her and Kyra leaned against one of the many trees in the area and closed her eyes, waiting for it to pass and when it did she contained on.
How ever long she walked for, she didn't know, but panic began bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Something wasn't right. The area was surrounded by the city. There was no which way she could turn that wouldn't lead her to the trails that would eventually take her to any of the exits.
So, the question now was, why wasn't she finding any of the trails. In fact, why wasn't she seeing anyone in the area? Usually, the small area was filled with people, from tourists enjoying the scenery to college students doing an assignment. This revelation alone made her panic rise even more.
Her eyes roamed around the area, desperately searching for something. Anything that'll give her a sign of the city.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"H-hello?" Kyra called out, cringing at how weak, soft, and frightened her voice sounded. It shook as she called out and she felt vulnerable. Taking a deep, slow, shaky breath she waited for an answer and when none came she tried again.
This time her voice echoed about the trees. This time she heard a twig snap and when she did her heart slipped a beat and she stopped in her tracks. Slowly, she began turning, eyes scanning her surroundings as they widened, a yelp escaping past her lips as she soon found herself laying flat on the ground with an arrow pointing at her face.