They found her on the ground with her body still and eyes and mouth shut. Her porcelain skin showed no signs of wounds which led them to wonder as to what happened to her. Never before had any elf seen a body lying in the Mirkwood forest, let alone a strange being like herself. One elf stepped up and brushed her hair away with his fingers, revealing the pointed ear the elves attributed.
"What should we do?" the elf asked moving back up to his feet, his eyes still fixated on the body.
Tauriel paused, her face blank and eyes looking down at the stranger. She kept quiet a few more seconds before answering," Take her back to Mirkwood kingdom and let Thranduil decide what would be best. If she wakes up then an explanation will be needed."
The elf nodded as he scooped the girl's body into his arms and made his way back to the kingdom. Tauriel motioned for the other elves to follow him and they too made their way back.
"What is going on?"
Tauriel looked back at Legolas walking towards her with a curious expression. He looked behind at those who kept on walking and then back at Tauriel.
"The body of an elven girl was found here," Tauriel explained. "She's not dead, but we're taking her to the kingdom to care for her. Perhaps then your father will know what to do with her."
Something had not been right from the very moment my eyes opened.
For one thing, I had no recollection of what it was that made me black out. Also, I lied in a position I wasn't used to lying in before. Normally I slept on my stomach or side, not my back. The ground I lied on was soft and didn't feel anything at all like my mattress. I leaned up and it was then I knew something was really wrong.
Walls of tree bark surrounded the room and a bronze lighting set it's mood. I looked on either side of me to see if there was someone I could talk to, but it was clear I was alone.
What the …?
"Hello?" I called out. "Can someone help me? I'm serious and I swear to God, I'm close to a panic attack if no one hears me. Hello? Hello?!"
No one responded. I groaned before trying again.
" Bonjur? Hola? Aloha? Hellooooooo?"
Nothing. Still.
I got out of the bed and opened the door, looking around for someone to talk with. It hit me that perhaps I was only dreaming and would soon wake up from it.
This is a dream. Has to be. It's not real, it's not real, it's not real, it's not real, it's not-.
Murmurs rose from the silence and I could feel hope coming along. I followed the voices to get to the help I so desperately needed. The closer I got, the louder the voices.
A surprise hit me when I matched the voices to the people. One was a young woman with copper hair to her stomach and pointed features. The other, a man with white-blonde hair straight down to his stomach and dark eyes. Both were pale and dressed very, very, very, VERY odd. The man dressed in some strange head gear and a white robe and the woman in a green coat with brown pants and brown riding boots.
"He does not need any ideas put in his head," the man snapped. "Especially the ones you yourself put in."
The woman's face fell softly, offended and weak. Her lips begged to open for arguing, but she knew better.
"Urm…excuse me?" I stepped in.
Two pairs of eyes darted at me and shock fell on the woman's face as the man remained calm and collected. He made his way towards me and I debated whether to make a run for it or keep my ground. I was too scared to move, it turns out.
"It appears our stranger has awaken," he declares as his dark eyes study me in what came across as disapproving.
No shit Blondie. Didn't you hear me shouting for help earlier?
"This may sound kinda crazy," I chuckled nervously," but…where am I exactly?"
The man gave me an expression like he was ready to cut off my head for asking such a question. The woman remained blank-faced but her eyes looked to the man, waiting for him to respond. The man stepped closer to me and his hand reached to the right side of my face. I'm not gonna lie - I almost was going to bite his fingers in defense.
He tucked my hair behind my ears and chills filled my body. He let his arm down and looked at me.
"Where is it you are from?" he asked. "Rivendell?"
I cocked my head back, furrowing my eyebrows. How could he ask such a ridiculous question? The place sounded familiar though.
"No," I responded slowly dragging out the "o". "Try Utah."
" 'Utah'?" he repeated baffled. "I have not heard such a place in Middle Earth."
Completely impossible. Not logical. Middle Earth did not exist anywhere except in those Tolkien books and those long Peter Jackson movies.
"Is this a joke?" I blurted out. "Am I hallucinating or something? How did I just go from my home in Utah to Middle-fucking-Earth?!"
I had never been one to fool around with because it had always irritated me. I was the "I-want-the-truth-and-the-whole-truth" type. No bullshit whatsoever.
Then again…I was.
"For an elven, you are quite strange," the man commented.
I gave him a look before rolling my eyes. My hands tucked my hair behind my ears and I went to pull my ears to prove him of his stupidity when my hands touched my ears and they didn't feel regular. Running my fingers on the outline, my ears were sure enough pointed on the top. My eyes widened.
"This is not happening," I murmured to myself. "Holy…no…no…no."
I released my hands and in that moment, everything was unclear and hard to comprehend. I couldn't understand a single thing anymore. How did fantasy become real-life? Who was this man? Why was I here? Why me? Why now?
What happened to get me into this mess?
"Tauriel, please escort our guest back to her room until further notice," the man commanded the woman now known as "Tauriel".
I whipped my head to her and held out an arm to stop her and barked," You stay right where you are and if you do as much as lay a finger on me, I swear I will shove my foot so far up your-."
"Get her out of my sight until I am ready to sit down and discuss matters with her!" the man snapped.
Tauriel grabbed my arm and I tried wiggling my way out her grip when a guard joined in and latched onto me. I kicked and screamed Bloody Mary all the way to my room where they pushed me back inside and slammed the door.
"SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!" I shouted with all my might as my fists pounded on the door.
Hot tears strolled down my cheeks but I kept pounding for a few more seconds before collapsing on the floor. I buried my face in my hands and wept.
I, Felicity Vivienne Johanson, swore I would find my way back home.
How little I knew then.
"Where is that noise coming from?" Legolas asked as he made his way toward Tauriel. Tauriel looked to the stranger's room for a moment when her eyes fell to the ground. Legolas looked at the door and remembered that is where the stranger was put only an hour earlier. Now, she was more awake than ever.
He grew curious.
His feet moved in the direction of the door, Tauriel had decided to let him go inside without a warning.
"If only we left her in the forest," Tauriel sighed to herself.
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