Of course, I neither own Arda, which is Tolkien's property, or our beloved Earth. But some characters are mine.
If there is any error about the universe, tell me, don't be shy. Let me however remind or learn you that English is not my mother tongue (I'm French), so if you notice grammar or spelling mistakes, I would be pleased to know, in order to increase my linguistic level. I'm still desperately looking for a bete-reader, so if someone is interested, that would be nice.
Now, have a good reading time :)
Prologue
When he woke up, he first felt an awful headache. He couldn't sit, his pain causing an imbalance to his whole tall body. He stayed on the ground, deeply breathing. He pressed his hands against his head as if it would explode. Wait… His handS ? The man blinked, but it was real. He really had his right hand back. That was a nice discovery, but, where was he ? His headache slowly disappearing, he studied the place. A forest. So, it wasn't the Halls of Mandos anymore. A million questions filled his mind. What exactly was this place ? Was he alone ? Did his brothers woke up there, too ? Was he going mad ?
He finally found the strength to stand up, and began walking, towards the sunset. He walked for what seemed to be hours without noticing any beast, without seeing anyone. Even if he was dressed in the clothes he wore when he died, he hadn't any weapon, which made him feel really exposed. The Elf hoped he wouldn't get in trouble before finding anything to defend himself.
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A bright light woke him up. He blinked. He heard seagulls screaming, waves splashing. Water licked his legs and hands. He buried his fingers in the ground. Wet sand. He had a weak smile. He was alive, again. Then he heard someone, but didn't understand anything, as if he still was under water, neither could he see what happened. He felt a hand touching his, and tried to hold it. A moment later, he was lifted by someone. He couldn't focus on anything. Was it a dream ? His mind worked really slowly. He fell again into darkness.
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The ground was hard under his aching body. An awful smell choked him, fire, smoke, and something else he never were confronted to before. Many voices spoke, screamed. Panic, fear, but also curiosity. He opened his eyes and saw a woman's face above him. Around, a circle of other people watched him. He gave them an angry glare. The woman above him spoke again:
"Sir, are you alright ?"
Even if he understood her question, her language, he didn't know how to react. What could he answer ? He tried to sit, but she told him not to move.
"You could hurt yourself more than you already are. You will be transported to the hospital."
He sighed, but didn't shout what he really thought. He then noticed they were not elves. So, Humans looked like that ? Ugly, useless creatures. He waited a few minutes more before a noise that pierced his ears covered those already unpleasant surrounding him. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Humans getting out of a strange giant metal box. They quickly laid him on stretcher, but gently enough so he got not hurt. He didn't know what they put around his neck, arms and legs, but he couldn't move. All of this, done very fast. He was lifted into the giant metal box, and he felt it moving.
The moving giant box stopped a few minutes later. The Humans opened the doors, and got him out. One of them talked to new comers wearing transparent yellow tunics above their blue shirts and pants :
"About thirty year old man, escaped from a fire, with burns on his arms and legs, and minor wounds on his face. He's conscious"
"Alright, said a yellow and blue dressed man, we'll take care of him."
The laying man closed his eyes, hoping it was just an awful dream.
So... What do you think ? If my English is not such a disaster, and if you are curious about what happens next, you know what to do :)