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I am aware of lying on a bed of some sort, but I cannot open my eyes. I can feel hands on my sholder, with a great pressure. I hear soft, melodic voices. I hear one of them say "Do not fall to the darkness"

I fall into an uneasy sleep of some kind, and I only feel darkness around me. I feel afraid. I cannot tell what is going on. I try to yell, but no sound passes my lips. My heart is pounding painfully in my chest, and I feel sweaty all over. I do not know where to go. I try to escape. I try to pull away.

I sit up and scream with pain and fear. I widely looking around in a cold sweat and try to process where I am. It is then I realize I am not alone. I hear voices. I look up and attempt to clear my vision as I look upon an elf with dark, long, smooth hair, an ageless face, but eyes that have seen much. I instantly recognize him as Lord Elrond. I can see another figure approach from the doorway, as if to see what is going on.

"Legolas, hold her" is all I hear as hands are suddenly wrapped around my shoulders and keeping me steady as I break out into a broken sob of confusion and fear. I bury my head into whoever it is holding me, for I have trouble processing the name he just spoke. the fear overtaking me. His grip tightens slightly, as if in attempt to comfort me. Elrond returns with a tray of stuff I assume to be medicine of some sort.

"Hush, child. You will aggravate your injury" Elrond says to me as he places one hand on my shoulder and the other on my back, and slowly guides me back down into the bed.

"Welcome to Rivendell. I am Lord Elrond."

I look up at him, unsure of what to say. I just stare at him. Trying to believe if this is real. I hastily wipe away the tears on my cheeks as my vision and mind clears a bit.

"What happened?" I am finally able to say

he looks up at the blond elf standing over me on the other side. "you may go on and report to Aragorn. Thank you for the help."

Legolas looks down at me, and lightly touches my hand in a farewell. My eyes are locked on his deep, stormy blue ones. He turns around and leaves.

"You were poisoned. Luckily not much, but it was strong enough to hold you for a couple days. You have strength in you." Elrond says to me. In his eyes, there was a small glint of something. I feel like I may be imagining the smile in them.

"What day is today?" I ask.

"Today is October the 26th." He answers hesitantly.

I can hardly believe I have been out for that long. My mind instantly strays to my companions I traveled with. My next words are out before I can hold them back.

"that means Frodo has been awake for two-" I try to stop myself but the damage is already done. I cringe with worry as he looks down at me. I just wish to pull the covers over my face.

Elrond looks at me curiously, with a glint of suspicion. I fear that he is actually able to read minds, or at least be able to tell what others are thinking. It seems like and eternity until he replies, "You know of the day he awoke." It is a simple statement, but it is as if he is saying more behind the words he spoke.

I know it is only better if I tell the truth, whether he believes me or not. With a deep breath to gather myself, I decide to explain everything.

"Yes. I do. He awoke two days ago, on the 24th. Gandalf was the one to greet him. And also the one to tell him that the wound he bears will heal with time, but will always be a burden to him, and it will."

Elrond looks at me expectantly, as if urging me to continue.

"I am not from Middle Earth. If you have not figured that out already. I hail from a place called Earth, in a country called America. If you do not wish to believe me, I understand."

He just looks at me. It is as if he believes me, but is deep in thought. It is a very long time until he sighs and replies.

"I assumed you were not from this world. You carry odd objects with you, and your accent is none I have ever heard before. I do not know how you came to be here, or what your purpose is. But I still wish to know how you know of the events that took place when you were not awake. Also, I wish to know how you came to be here."

it takes me a while to reply, for I could not decide If I wanted to tell him everything or not. I choose my words very carefully, to not let him know of too much. And make the explanations as simple as possible.

"How I came to be here, I still do not understand. I was walking on my own, when I fell into a stream, and when I surfaced I found myself in the company of Aragorn and the hobbits." when he says nothing, I decide to answer the other questions. I use my words slowly and carefully.

"in my world, there was a man named J. R. R. Tolkien. He wrote two different stories that he is most known for. The first is about a hobbit that finds adventure with thirteen dwarves and a wizard, in an attempt to gain back the Lonley Mountain which was taken by a dragon."

I can see the smallest sign of shock in his eyes. But I continue.

"I also know that their adventure led to the Battle of The Five Armies, in which dwarves, elves, and Man fought against the growing evil of Sauron."

He seems to contain his shock and intrest very well, because he has an indifferent look almost, until he says, "and what is the second story about?"

I sigh and hesitate as I slowly answer, "It is called The Lord of The Rings."

With that, Elrond seems to be very deep in thought, searching for explanations. He seems as though he does not know what to say, or what to ask.

I decide to continue with my explanation. "Though in my world, these stories are not believed to be true. They were written for entertainment. Where I am from, there is only the race of Man. We have animals as well, but they are all considered "Wild". We do not believe there is magic in our world. There are no elves, or dwarves, or even hobbits."

"this is very strange indeed. So you have read these stories?" he inquires.

"Yes. I actually have quite the fondness for them as well. And so far, all events have been the same that I have witnessed."

"I am not going to have you tell me what it is that will happen in the future. Such knowledge given so uncertainly can be dangerous."

I nod in agreement and acknowledgement as I sigh, struggling to keep my eyes open. My shoulder still hurts, and I am exhausted from the fever I still have. I attempt to reposition myself, but as I move my arm, a sharp pain travels down my arm and through my chest, radiating from my shoulder. I accidently let out a whimper of pain as I collapse back into the soft pillow under my head. I begin to shiver, probably after because I am so weak and haven't moved much.

Elrond gently places my uninjured arms to my side, and pulls the covers to my neck as he places my injured one gingerly over my stomach. He pulls a rag from the table beside him and gently wipes my face where beads of sweat have appeared.

I find it odd that The Lord Elrond is nursing me back to health. I still struggle to grasp the concept that I am in Middle Earth. I still feel as though it is a dream almost.

I let out a sigh of relief as the shivering subsides, as he places his hand on my forehead.

"You need to get more rest. You still have quite a fever. "

"I will be fine." I try to argue, but it does not work well when I look up at Elrond and see the decided look he carries.

"alright." I agree.

"You seem different for a human. You have a different light within you." He simply states as he examines my wound, and gracefully stands to walk out of the room.

Before he can leave I ask him one more thing. "Wait. Whatever happen, whatever you decide to determine the fate of the Ring, I wish to be involved and help."

He simply replies, "We shall see. For the present, you must focus on recovering."

With that, he exits, and I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.