I felt something pulling me and water filled my lungs, making them burn. I could barely breathe and my whole body ached. I realized with the scrapes of conciseness I had left that I was being pulled down in some sort of body of water. I really couldn't breathe now, water rushed in around me as I tried to uselessly climb to the surface. My left arm hung limply at my side. The currents pushed against me as I made it to the sunshine to gasp air, just before being dragged back down by the ever changing currents. The water was fresh, I knew because I could open my eyes in it without them burning, and I could see the fish through the water. Black dots were swimming through my vision. I was starting to suffocate from lack of air. I gasped only to have water rush into my mouth and nose again. I could feel myself loosing conciseness again and I hoped that it would come soon. I really didn't want to see or feel myself drowning.

Suddenly I was being lifted out of the water. I still could barely breathe and the bright blinding sunlight that was cast into my eyes was too much. I closed my eyes shut and waited for the end. But it didn't come. Something moved to stand over me. There was pressure where my heart was, and it felt like some form of CPR. Someone pinched my nose and brushed their lips against mine and blew air into my lungs. They did this quite a few times until I was coughing up large amounts of water that had filled my lungs.

I was barely able to open my eyes. My lungs hurt, my body ached, and basically I wanted nothing better to do but sleep. But I knew it was important for me to thank my savoir. When I did finally make my eyes open, the sight before me was astonishing to say the least.

The man, the guy that saved me, had long blonde hair, the most clear blue eyes I had ever seen (almost cerulean in color), and a pointed chin. I took in his face and had a fleeting moment of recognition before I was coughing up more water and spiting it all up on the man's silver tunic. He turned his head to talk to someone I couldn't see and spoke in a language that I didn't understand. He had a very fluid way of talking that sounded like warmth and sunshine, and his voice was somewhat deep and very familiar. That was when I noticed that the tops of his ears tapered to a point.

"W-who are you?" I asked my voice raspy and alien in my sore, scratchy throat.

"Legolas Greenleaf," the elf (for it was very apparent that he was and elf) said looking at me with worry. "Can you move your arm?"

"W-what?" I groaned upon hearing his name, I thought I had heard the name wrong. Nothing was making sense right now.

"Legolas Greenleaf," the guys said again, with a slight smile.

"Great," I said incredulously. I had finally lost it. Was I in a coma somewhere making this encounter all up to make my life better? No, this was not happening to me. I just refused to believe that I had finally, truly, gone round the bend.

"Can you move your arm?" Legolas asked patiently. It took me a couple of minutes to register what he was saying, and then my face was burning red. Another elf strode over to us and glared down at me.

"N-no I don't think I can," I stuttered out, through chattering teeth, and somewhat hysteric laughter. I hadn't realized that I had become so cold or that I had really hit my head so hard. It was becoming more and more apparent that I had with how bad it was hurting.

"Do you not know to whom you speak?!" The elf glaring down at me asked with a raised voice. Legolas said something in elfish but the older looking elf ignored what looked like a warning.

"N-no," I said but I very well knew who this young looking elf was that was now attempting to bind my broken arm to my chest with a piece of cloth.

Although I still thought I was making this entire thing in my head, even though my body hurt so much. My dreams had always been felt real, and had always made my senses belive them, until I woke up to my alarm. It wouldn't be the first time I had had a dream like this. And to tell the truth it always made feel schizophrenic and crazy.

"This is Lord Legolas Greenleaf of the Woodland Realm. Prince, son of Thranduil, King of the Woodland Realm," the uptight elf said in a regal tone. I gulped. Yep that confirmed my suspicion. I was most defiantly in Middle Earth, staring up into the beautiful piercing blue eyes of the elf from the Fellowship of the Ring.

Keep calm Gabby. It's not so bad. Well if you count being in a magical world of elves, dwarves, humans, orcs, etc. from the brilliant mind that was Tolkien, then yeah, not so bad. I tried to keep my hyperventilation to a minimum, but Legolas saw it and leant back. He probably thought I recognized the title because I was from Gondor or Rohan. I did, but not for the reason that he thought, because I was in love with the books and movies that he starred in.

"Thrandon, we must get her to the palace. She will receive treatment there," Legolas said to his companion, not looking at me. The other elf nodded and helped Legolas help me stand. My body shrieked in protest, but I screwed my eyes shut, balled my good hand into a fist, and kept silent.

As soon as I was on my feet I felt dizzy and like I was about to get sick. I squeezed my eyes tighter and held back the vomit. I would not vomit all over my favorite character from this world, but his guard…I had no problem vomiting on him.

He deserved to get his ego knocked down a few notches, and if I could set him off, well the more the better. I had never been one to take crap from someone who thought they were better than me. As I swayed a little, Legolas put his arm around my shoulders. My knees shook with exertion, and then buckled under my weight. Legolas caught me before I could hit the ground though.

The next thing I knew, I was being lifted bridal style and being carried by Legolas, Thrandon looking at us with disapproval written across his face.

The sudden movement had me holding back a whole new round of vertigo. Do not vomit on him. Do not vomit on him! I refused to make myself look like such an idiot in front of the character I had always admired, adored, and loved.

"Are you alright?" Legolas asked me, taking in my pained expression, and tight grip around his neck. No I was not alright. I could feel the blackness trying to take my conciseness again and I fought for control. I wouldn't miss this moment for the world, even if I was making it all up in my mind. Who could say that they had been carried by their favorite fictional character of all time, bridal style to a palace no less?

"Are you conchiuss enough to meet the King?" Legolas asked me. I was, but it was still too hard to speak or even move. Legolas must have seen my exhaustion because what he said next surprised me. "Then Aragorn will have to wait. Thrandon, keep an eye on her as I go tell the King and Queen of their new arrival."

I blacked out and came to long enough to feel myself being lifted onto a soft mattress. My heart did a flutter as a callused hand caressed my face. I was in Gondor. Oh my goodness, I was in Gondor! Wait. No, this is a dream. But then why did I feel all warm inside as a pair of soft lips brushed against my cheek.