Sorry guys, it's short, but it's better than nothing aye?
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"A fellowship."
"The innocent, the old, the royal, the fair and the stout, as well as the one who should not be trusted."
The young man tossed and turned on his sheets, tangling them in his legs.
"An adventure. The party will group, and later will split. The untrusted will prove himself."
Sweat ran across his forehead as he muttered again, lost in his own mind.
"Not all those who wander are lost."
An older man stood next to the youngers' bed, wondering at how the youth new these things. It was like he was spouting prophecy.
Can we trust him? The man thought, watching the one in question toss and turn in pain.
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I twisted and felt a stab of pain across my torso.
My mouth felt parched and spongy so I reached I hand across to the cup of water I always rested on my bedside table.
Unfortunately, my hand shot out too fast and it whacked into something solid. I mumbled out some kind of curse against the table and patted my hand around for my water glass. Still finding nothing, I groaned and rolled towards the table, cracking my eyes open. The table was empty. It was also not white.
I swear my table was white. Why would someone bother painting it? And removing my water too. Geez. How rude.
I grunted and rolled out of bed, landing with a heavy thwump to the floor. Pain flared through me.
Shiiiiiiiiiiit. Ow ow ow ow! What the hell?!
An amused chuckle pulled my from my mental string of curses.
"How in Middle-Earth is falling of your sleeping mattress going to help your wound heal?" The still-amused voice teased.
I stopped struggling with the sheets I was tangled in and just lay on the floor panting.
"Well for starters, what century are you living in? Middle-Earth? Psht. It's the 20th century. Middle-Earth was years ago." I complained, stretching out the 'ears' in years for several seconds.
"And also, I have no wound. For your information, I have never even broken a bone, let alone had a major wound. So this pain that I'm grunting about? It's probably just that time of month."
I took that moment to whip the sheet of my head to glare at the intruder in my room. However, instead of my goth room-mate, I found a tall-long haired, graceful elf. I stared for a moment.
The I burst out laughing.
"Jiminy crickets Emma, this prank has gone far enough mate! Please take the costume off and stop pretending to be the pretty elf in one of my favourite book series." I chuckled again. "You got me good though, it's gonna be tough thinking of something as good to get you back."
The elf character just stared at me.
"Emma," I said, waving my hand around, "You can stop acting now."
'Emma' blinked, and said bluntly. "My name is Legolas Greenleaf. I think you must have been poisoned by the orc arrow. I will go fetch our best healers."
He stepped closer to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"You'll be okay Alexander. Just stay here. I will be back soon." Legolas said.
Then he walked gracefully out of the room.
What. The. Hell.
I remembered a flashback from yesterday, how I woke up in the forest and came to Rivendell. I thought that was a dream. Looking down at my stomach, I saw it was wrapped in white bandages with a bit of blood stain on them. I noticed I was still a guy. Male parts, not femaleā¦. I hope that Legolas guy didn't get what I complained about earlier. I wonder what they did about that in Middle-Earth?
So this isn't a dream? I'm actually part of the Ranger Corps in the Lords of the Rings? What a mix-up. I'm so confused. But it can't be a dream right? No one can feel pain this clearly in a dream.
I clambered to my feet and walked to the door, gritting my teeth as my wound stabbed me with pain. Time to find some answers.
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As I walked to a balcony and looked out, I caught sight of a familiar face. Having no idea how long I had passed out for, I realised it must have been longer than I thought.
I glanced down again and whispered, "All that is gold does not glitter."
The man before me was Aragorn, in all his tall, raggedy glory. As if he heard me, or perhaps he did, Aragorn looked up at me in confusion.
I took a step back, out of his sight, and in realisation, I said, "The fellowship is gathering."
