Author note: Well it would seem I'm back to fanficing. I have no idea what this story is about because I haven't looked at it since October. I actually started writing this in like August on my vacation to Maryland. So whatever. I hope you enjoy it if I can actually type it because my notebook is possessed and I can't get it to stay open on the right page…

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I remember a lot about that day. I remember getting up early for a Saturday and having pancakes for breakfast. The chocolate chip kind, with extra syrup. Afterwards I returned to my room, got dressed in my favorite pair of jeans, an oversized t-shirt, and my hoodie. I grabbed my book off my desk and ran back down the stairs and out the door, pausing only to throw on my flip-flops.

I remember the exact shade of gray that the sky was and that the air even tasted like rain. I put my book down on a rocking chair and stepped out from under the overhang of my porch and waited for the rain to come, but when it didn't I deicide to get on my bike and go. I started down the road that led straight through Amber Meadows, the next development over, and back toward my house.

Halfway through Amber Meadows the sky opened up, pelting me with golf ball sized raindrops. I turned around to head for home. Thunder rumbled in the distance. I saw lights, the bright lights of a car coming down the road, straight for me. I swerved my bike to get out of the way but the ground was already wet and slippery with rain. The car blared its horn, its breaks squealed. I flew over my handlebars and landed in the street, sliding across the pavement until the palms of my hands were scraped raw.

The whole world was silenced as I heard a deafening crack as pain shot up one of my legs, down the other, up through my chest and down to my fingertips. Suddenly everything went black. And that's all I remember about that day.

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I'd never know what happened that day, but in all stories like mine reasons why never matter. I know that there are endless possibilities as to what might have happened to me that day. I might have died or landed in a coma. It all could have been some dream that I never woke up from. But as far as I could tell I did wake up. I did not wake up in the street or at home, or even in the hospital.

I felt groggy and sore yet strangely comfortable in a bed so soft that I sunk down into the middle of it.

"Where am I?" I mumbled unintelligently.

"You are in Imladris, my lady," came an unexpected response.

I slowly opened my eyes to see where the voice had come from. A bright room greeted my eyes. I slowly turned my head and saw that the room I was in was rather empty. Aside from my bed there was a wardrobe, a nightstand, and a single chair, upon which my jeans, t-shirt, and hoodie were draped. The sun streamed in through many windows but none of them contained any glass in them, allowing the sounds of the birds to drift through the room. I looked up toward the high ceiling again to find someone standing over me. It was a girl, tall with long golden hair. She wore a white dress. She couldn't have been much older than I was; eighteen, nineteen at the most. She stood over me calmly, yet at the same time was nervously playing with a lock of her gold hair.

"Where?" I asked again faintly. Every breath I took made me dizzy.

"Imladris. Rivendell," she repeated, taking a step away from my bed to stare out one of the windows. My gaze followed her. She tucked the strand of hair that she had been playing with behind her ear. Although it took me several moments to realize what she had said and what I was seeing, I finally connected the two together. I was indeed in Rivendell and the girl who stood before me was an elf.

"Holy shit…" I breathed. "You're an elf."

"Why, yes. As are you."

"What?" I asked in disbelief. "I'm not an elf." The girl simply looked at me with a grin as she began to play with her hair again, as if to tell me to do the same. I reached up and touched my ears. They were pointed.

I jumped slightly in surprise and as I did, a wave of pain shot up my leg. That day and everything that had happened flashed before my eyes. The rain. The car. The sound of brakes. Falling. The driver. I saw her in my mind for the first time. "No," I whispered, "It couldn't be."

The girl shot me a quizzical look that I chose to ignore. "What happened to me?" I asked her quickly.

"You were found several days ago on the border of the land by the Lord Elrond's sons. They heard a scream and when they reached the source of it they found you lying on the ground, unconscious and crying. They brought you back here and I was asked to watch over you. I'm Silmarwen, by the way.

"Bianca. Binks," I said in a semi-daze.

"Bianca. That is a beautiful name. It suits you somehow. Well, Lady Bianca, you have raised many questions arriving here dressed as you were and with a broken leg."

"So I was just lying in the woods in the middle of nowhere with a broken leg? That's it?"

"Yes," she answered before pausing. "Well no. There was another girl. A mortal—"

"This girl," I interrupted, "where is she now?"

"In the room across the hall."

"I have to see her," I said, starting to get up, only to be forced back down by Silmarwen.

"No, you are not well. You have to stay in bed."

"No, I have to see her now!" I cried, struggling against a flustered Silmarwen. My leg was throbbing but I tried to ignore it. I tried to ignore it, that is, until the elf girl hit me in my injured leg.

I cursed at the sudden intense pain that shot through my leg and looked through tearing eyes at Silmarwen. She seemed to be in as much shock as I was.

"My Lady…" she began.

"Stop. Just stop," I managed through gritted teeth.

"I am so sorry. I did not intend to hurt you. Here, let me help you back to bed," she offered, taking my arm.

"Don't touch me," I said faintly as I batted away her arm. "I'm not going to lie down. I'm going to see this girl. Now you can either help me or get out of my way."

The elf simply nodded and walked toward the door. "She's this way." Silmarwen offered me her arm once more and I took it.

We walked out of my bedroom and into another room that was equally bright, but with more chairs and some tables covered with books. Silmarwen led me through another door, into the hall, and through a third door.

An unmoving figure lay on the bed, and as I approached, I saw that I was a girl my own age. She had cuts and bruises all over her face, one particularly large gash across her forehead, and a black eye and a fat lip to top it off. I shut my eyes and felt myself falling. I saw this girl's face behind the steering wheel on the day of the storm. I knew who she was.

All stories like mine start the same way. Someone is lost in a world that they never knew existed without any idea how or why they are there. Luckily these people always end up in these places with someone that they know. This story is no exception. I knew the girl lying in the bed because she was my best friend.

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A/N: wow…I don't remember writing half of this. I hope y'all like it. And if you do or even if you don't, leave me a review. This story should get a little crazier with the insanity. I'll try to update before the week is over but no guarantees.

->Kai