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The next time Amara woke, it was not of her own accord. She was shaken awake by the nurse who had been by earlier; she was once again speaking in the strange flowing language she had used before. It now seemed that she was trying to give directions. This time Amara could not get away with merely smiling and nodding, so she had to say something.
Feeling foolish Amara tapped the young woman, who had turned to get something from the medical table behind her, on the shoulder. "I'm sorry but- I have no idea what you just said."
It seemed that it was now the nurses turn to be confused, it seemed that she didn't speak English. The woman looked as if she was about to open her mouth to say something when a spark of recognition came to her eyes. "Wait, here. I, be , back" the woman said in a broken disturbed form of English. With that the young woman left the room, leaving the door wide open. The entire time Amara had been in the hospital she had seen nothing but the four walls of her little room.
Curiosity getting the best of her Amara got out of her bed and walked to the door, and walked slowly out into the hall. Looking in the hallway she saw nothing truly out of the ordinary, there were a few people milling about in the hall, people she assumed to be doctors. The hall was lined with ornate doors that led to what Amara guessed to be other patients' rooms. She looked at her own door and jumped backwards with a scream. There on the door was a realistically carved giant spider much like the one she had only recently encountered. The image of the spider jogged her memory; flashes of fangs dripping with venom, bright lights coming forward, yelling, anger, a tombstone, unquestionable overtaking sadness. Too many emotions attacked her at once and Amara stumbled falling forward into a pair of strong thin arms, just before blacking out.
Amara woke to a wet cloth and soothing sounds. Opening her eyes she looked up to see the nurse from earlier patting her head with a cold wet cloth and talking in the same strange language she used before only this time it was to another person, a man by the looks of him. She locked eyes with him. The stranger said something to the nurse who then promptly turned back to Amara, smiled then took the washcloth and basin out of the room, leaving Amara alone with this new man. Sitting up in the bed Amara looked questioningly at the man in a chair across from her. "Um… Hi?"
The man smiled and leaned back in his chair before answering. "It's funny, every time I meet you; you seem to immediately pass out."
"Pass…" once again a rush of feeling and memory flooded through Amara. She quickly started rubbing at her temples and a look of absolute pain crossed over her face. Seeing the pained look on her face the man quickly shot forward and placing a hand on her arm asked if she was alright. "I'm fine I just, I just need to go home." Amara lowered her arms and threw back the covers on her bed, looking for a pair of shoes.
"Oh no you don't. You're not going home yet." The man said standing up and gently pushing Amara back towards the bed. "You've passed out twice, you have a cut almost 3 inches wide and probably as deep, on your head, and you were nearly eaten by a giant spider, it's going to be more than a few days before the healers let you go home."
Amara looked up at the man and took in his appearance. He was tall and thin, maybe 6' 4", had long blonde hair braided around the ears, and bright blue eyes. He didn't look like someone who should be pushing others around, so feeling rather confident Amara stood up. Though she was about a half foot shorter than him she still managed to look down at him. "I don't care what the doctors say. I need to get home. My mom is probably worried sick. Now get out of my way."
The man seemed genuinely shocked that someone would speak to him that way, but he smiled nonetheless. "No. Now I suggest you sit back down, and if you want we can send a message to your mother telling her you are alright, all I need to know is where you live."
Amara hesitated before telling the man her address. He looked at her funny but said nothing. "So…" Amara said when the man didn't leave, but sat down again, "who are you?"
"Sorry, I forgot our last few meetings haven't left much room for introductions. My name is Tavas Greenleaf", he said giving a small bow from the seat he was in, "And what might your name be?"
"Amara Crin. What type of a name is Tambaro, is it Greek or something?" Amara asked, making light conversation.
The man laughed, "It is Sindarin."
"Sindarin? What's that?" Amara asked.
Tavas laughed until he realized there was no ounce of kidding on Amara's face, "you must be joking." Amara shook her head wondering what was so funny. "It's Elvish."
"Elvish? As in elves? As in tiny little people who make toys in Santa's workshop?"
"I don't know this Santa but the tiny people who work for him are most certainly not elves." Tavas said confused.
"Oh really" Amara smirked, "then do tell, what exactly are elves."
"Well" Tavas started, "Elves are the first born of the Valar, they have pointy ears, they are immortal, and if you want an example of what one looks like, you happen to be staring at one now."
Amara laughed until he eyes watered. When she began calming down she looked toward Tavas and saw he wasn't laughing. "You're joking now right? You, an elf? What are you smoking?"
"Well I do smoke the occasional pipe but I don't see what that has to do with my being as elf." Tavas said in all seriousness.
"Elves aren't real." She said with an air of authority.
"I beg to differ. I am quite real. As are all the people in this kingdom, and as I must admit until recently I thought you were as well." Tavas said.
"I am real." Amara said smartly.
"That's not what I…"
"I know that's not what you meant, but seriously do you honestly believe you're an elf?"
"I know I am an elf, yes."
"Then I want proof."
"Alright." With that Tavas pulled the hair around his ears back revealing abnormally pointed ears. Amara was still not convinced but decided it would be within her best interest to play along with this obviously insane man. She had the beginnings of a head ache and arguing would do nothing to help it.
"Okay so you're an elf. So when do you think I'll be able to go home?" Amara asked hoping to change the direction of the conversation.
"A few days at the least, a week or two at the most. The healers want to make sure your gash heals correctly. So where exactly is your home?" Tavas asked.
"It's in Southern Jersey." Tavas furrowed his brow a moment.
"Jersey? I've never heard of that place. Is it anywhere near Rohan?"
"Roh-what?"Amara asked.
"Rohan, you know land of the horses."
"Land of the horses? What are you talking about? I live in New Jersey, you know below New York on the East Coast." Amara was now very confused, where was she? Had she hit her head so hard that she was placed in a mental institution or something?
"New York? East Coast? There is no eastern coast in all of Middle Earth that I know of." Tavas seemed to be thinking as hard as he could.
"Middle…what? Amara was now very scared, there was no way this man was sane, and she was beginning to fear for her life around this man.
"Middle Earth. Are you sure you feel alright? Maybe I should get a doctor." A doctor yes, if he got a doctor the doctor could take him back to the padded cell he belonged in.
"Could you please? I'm not feeling so good." Amara crawled back under her covers as Tavas jogged into the hall and called for a doctor in the strange language she guessed was what he had earlier called Sindarin. A doctor must have been close by because Tavas was almost immediately back in the room only this time accompanied by a doctor fussing around Amara and muttering in Sindarin. When the doctor had finished his examination he looked Amara directly in the eye and said something she didn't understand. Remembering that Tavas had been speaking the language earlier she looked over to him. "What did he say?" She asked.
"He said you seem fine, well other than the gash on your head, and even that seems to be healing faster than they would have thought." Tavas replied.
"Thanks" Amara said to Tavas, "Could you thank him for me?"
"Of course." Tavas turned to the doctor and spoke the strange language again. With that the doctor bowed to Tavas and left the room. Amara notice the doctor had done nothing about the crazy man in her room, so she assumed he must have been harmless, though she still wasn't sure what to make of him entirely. "So I guess you'll be going home sooner than we originally thought."
"I guess so." Amara said. Tavas made to sit down again when there was suddenly a knock on the door. He gave Amara a questioning look then made his way to the door and opened it. There was another young man dressed in some form of old-fashioned amour. The man addressed Tavas in Sindarin. All of these people speaking this strange language were beginning to anger Amara; she hated not knowing what people were saying. It gave tem license to say what ever they wanted and make a fool of her.
She was brought out of her anger induced trance by Tavas' voice. "I'm sorry but I have some duties I need to attend to."
"Okay." Still angry that she couldn't understand the people in the new place Amara had a distraught look on her face. Seeing the look and understanding the feeling Tavas went and held her had. "You don't need to worry; most people here speak common tongue. You'll just have to remember to ask them to speak it."
"Right, I'll try to remember that." Tavas smiled and kissed Amara's hand before heading out the door. Amara sighed and looked up at her ceiling. It was too quiet in the room. What did he mean common tongue?
A/N: hope you all liked this chapter for those of you waiting for him Legolas will be arriving within the next few chapters. I promise. Read and review.