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Author's Note: Before this gets any farther I want to clarify this will be Aragorn/OFC. I don't have a problem with Arwen I just didn't want Isa with anyone else. Also I want to say thanks to nomsnickers for the storys first review! and I welcome more! But enough of that on with the story. Cheers
I knew something was wrong before I even opened my eyes. Instead of the sandpaper feel of the shingles of my roof under me I felt soft, grassy earth. I also realized my blanket and pillow was missing. But that wasn't what worried me. What worried me were the hushed voices coming from nearby. I decided that I might as well find out if I was in trouble or not. I shifted and opened my eyes. I instantly regretted my decision to wake up, because I was definitely in trouble.
Before me were three men with arrows aimed directly at me. I sat up very slowly the arrows following every movement. Then the one to the right spoke in unknown language. I looked over to him and that's when I noticed the ears. They were pointed, and they also all had long blond hair. My staring must have annoyed him because he repeated the question more curtly. I could do nothing but stare. Thankfully I was saved when another man, correction elf, if the ears are any indication appeared and he spoke English. "Haldir, she can't understand you, and she is obviously frightened."
The man spoke in a very calm voice, the kind that held a fatherly tone yet one that held authority. He being one of authority was confirmed when the one referred to as Haldir and the other two bowed their heads. "My Lord. Don't you think it odd that a human girl has appeared within our boundaries, and she is armed?" Haldir replied with a tone of respect.
Armed? What? I quickly looked around and saw my sword an arm's length away. How the hell did that get here from my closet? Better yet how the hell did I get here!?
"All is well Haldir; I doubt she is any harm." The elven lord said turning to me and offered his hand. After getting out of my shock and realizing that this wasn't a dream, I grabbed my sword and took his hand to help me up. I then noticed that he was staring at my sword in my hand.
"Where did you get this?" His voice that was kind was now desperate as he took the sword from my grasp, and looked at it closely.
"Oi!" I exclaimed. I wasn't gonna let anyone take that sword.
"Where?" He demanded. The other three were now silently staring as well.
"My father gave it to me." I answered. I realized this was something that was very important to him.
"What is your name?" He asked quickly. "Um…Isa White." I replied quietly. As soon as I said that Haldir and the other two elves whipped their heads to me.
"My Lord?" One of the nameless elves asked, his voice rung with disbelief. The Lord, himself had seemed to still, and was now staring at me. It was unnerving, like he was trying to see my soul. When I finally met his eyes, I saw his widen in shock, but I also saw recognition. Suddenly he started pacing back and forth muttering in what I assume was Elvish. I could also hear one of the others throw in something here and there.
"Will someone please tell me what the bloody hell is going on?" I yelled to the elves that seemed to forget my presence. That did the trick.
The noble stopped in his tracks and looked back at me for a moment before finally handing me back my sword. "Come dear one we have much to tell you." He said finally, gently gesturing to follow.
"Excuse me, sir, but who are you, and where am I?" I ask warily. I really didn't want a noble elf pissed at me.
"I apologize, I am Lord Celeborn, and behind us is my March warden Haldir and his two brothers, Orophin, the one that spoke earlier and Rúmil. And you are in the land of Lórien, Middle Earth." Great, just great! I am in the company of elves and apparently in another world…time…whatever. Bloody hell. Alright, Isa, breathe just breathe.
"Okay. Lord Celeborn, um how am I here?" I knew I sounded stupid but that's all that I could think of to say. Could you blame me, I really was talking to an elf, a noble one at that. I think I'm aloud to sound like a dunce in this situation. Though I am slightly unnerved at how well I am processing this. What the hell have I gotten into?
"All will be explained soon." Lord Celeborn replied cryptically. Again Great. We continued on in silence.
I was grateful that I didn't change my clothes before going to sleep. Because I much rather be trekking through the forest in jeans and a long sleeve shirt rather than the normal tank and shorts I usually slept in. Even though I was grateful for having my boots that clad my feet, I was sorely tempted to rip them of to feel the soft mossy earth between my toes. After about another hundred feet I gave in and plopped down and started unlacing my brown boots. My escort, as it were, had stopped and was staring at me in what seemed amusement.
When my feet where finally free of their confines I sighed in satisfaction and quickly stood. After tying the laces together, I tossed my boots over my shoulder and continued on quite content. The three brothers continued to give me looks whereas Celeborn had a small smirk in the corner of his mouth. I guess Rúmil, I think, finally asked and I shook off the feeling I usually got during a test.
"Why did you take your boots off?" I smiled over my shoulder at him. "I like being bare foot." I answered simply.
"You have very strange hair for a human." He commented again. I chuckled at the remark. I was wondering when they would comment on my hair, everyone did. With a strip of silver hair in my otherwise dark brown locks, it was inevitable.
"It's always been this way. My mother said I was born with it." I replied with a smile. He seemed to be appeased because he asked no more.
It seemed we were getting closer to our destination because the pace had picked up a smidge. We soon came upon a small hill and Lord Celeborn pulled ahead of us. He stopped at the crest of the hill and turned back to us, who were taking our time.
"Come, dear one, look." He gestured to me and as I reached his side to look over the hill I couldn't help the breath that escaped when I saw the scene before my eyes. "Caras Galadhon, my home." Lord Celeborn whispered.
It was evident in his tone that he loved this place dearly. When he said it was his home I gaped and mentally jumped for joy. "That is your home?" I said in disbelief as I stared at the beautiful elven edifice.
"If you're amazed at the façade of the city, then wait till you see the heart of it." Lord Celeborn replied with a fond smile as he began to descend to his home. We all soon followed.
"You are strange for a human, but I find that I like you." Haldir said as he fell in step with me.
I laughed at the statement. "You'll find that I can be very strange if I stay here very long. And thank you Haldir." The elven warrior simply smiled and walked ahead. But I heard him say something else in elvish. I wonder what it meant.
When we made it to the heart of the city, I was struck dumb at the sheer beauty of the place. Gigantic trees grew stories above me. I could see stairways curving around some of them leading to magnificent tree houses. Everything was bathed in a wonderful bluish light that just made everything more ethereal. But any beauty dimmed then as we came upon an elf-woman who seemed to glow from within. Now I get why Dorothy felt like she had to voice her situation to Todo.
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