I'm sorry for last chapter's weird words. My logic part took a vacation and the luster and psycho inside of me took over, I promise I will try to pay it back. ^^
/English/
'Sindarin or Quenya'
"Westron"
ThoughtsHello~o! there's Westron remember!?
a.k.a. what would really happen if someone landed on middle earth
A nice sweet little morning, which you might as well call day, if you take the position of the sun into account, Jack opened her sometimes pretty but now red, swollen and tired eyes, and said to herself, the world can wait another five minutes.
But nuzzling back to her sheets wasn't as easy as she wanted because soon a young and beautiful woman appeared in her limited line of vision.
'Oh! You're finally awake!' said the woman. 'I started to wonder when will you open your eyes, no matter how many times I see humans, the way they sleep still creeps me out' she said smiling to Jack.
Jack sat in the bed and smiled politely at the woman, but she had no idea what she was talking about.
'do you need anything?' the woman asked, 'can I do something for you?'
Thankfully, Jack's stomach decided to spoke for her. The woman smiled. 'I will get you something to eat. How about that?' Jack smiled and the woman left to retrieve the food.
/Well, that was weird/ mumbled Jack while she left herself fall to her bed again.
Tzigannë's morning was more or less the same. When the first rays of light touched her face she had no choice but to wake up. She winced at the wicked light that threatened to make a remarkable damage to her eyes and tried to shield it with the bedcovers, but a maid came close to her.
'I see you have finally awaken my lady' said the young elf lad—wait….an elf!? Memories of the previous night came to her mind. Her friend asking her to stay at her place because her friend's parents weren't at home. The two of them drinking and eating pizza and all stuff you can get by phone. Watching the Lord of the Rings DVD's. Jumping over the sofa like madmen in a mental institution when Aragorn made his famous appearance in Helm's Deep, and then the sofa cracked and they landed hard. But not on their world, and certainly not over the half emptied boxes of pizza and chow mien.
At least that's a good notice… she though, when she realized the woman was still speaking to her.
'..or I can get you some broth if you want. Of course if you want something more elaborate I can always ask the cookers to make you something, that if you can wait a little longer…'
/er… miss young elf lady?/ she asked.
'I am sorry, what did you said?'
I feel a headache coming. Tzigannë thought. /listen young lady/ she began, /can I talk to Lord Elrond?/
Thankfully the maiden understood the name of her Lord and went to fetch him, leaving Tzigannë alone to make an account of the damages.
So far, minor scratches, an uncomfortable pain in the place where her flesh made contact with the floor, nothing really serious thankfully. That only left the question of how did they appeared in that place to begin with. Sure all those fanfics where only joking when they said people appeared out of nowhere, weren't they? I mean you don't walk around an bump into Harry Potter or Bilbo Baggins or Mr. Ripley! That's not natural! It's fiction! It's against logic and physics laws and-
Ok, Ok... she thought, Focus. See the facts coldly. Number one: This is middle Earth. Number two: you do not know the Language.
Life doesn't seem so encouraging now...
Renior was making her way through the hallways of Imladris, a tray of food in her hands. That girl surely needed to get some food, She thought, after loosing so much blood...but how did she get injured?
Lord Elrond have explained to the staff those two were important guest in the Homely House but have said nothing more about the subject. Maybe I could ask her after she finish her meal.
But when she entered she found the girl, because it was obvious she wasn't a full grown woman yet, sleeping peacefully in the bed.
Smiling, she left the tray over the bed stand, so the young human could find it when she awoke, and left.
Leaving her bed, she realized she was wearing a gown... fun, she haven't wear a gown since she was five... but where were here clothes? Not that they will work that much she remembered her jeans had now a big hole in the left knee...hell, they probably were still in the bath chamber floor...
Most avoid evil thoughts!
Walking to what seemed to be a dresser she opened it to find. Surprise.
Dresses.
Red dresses, golden dresses, white dresses. All of them long sleeved and reaching well past her toe fingers.
Crap. She thought. Hell, you wanted to be a princess when you were six right? Consider this as a Freudian retribution from the fates...
Sighing, she took hold of a red with maroon dress, not the best option, but she had the feeling something bad was gonna happen, and she rather spoil an ugly dress than a beautiful and expensive one...
That done, she made sure the maid was not around before she made her way (and thankfully the floors were made of warm wood, because she didn't have her shoes either) in search of her friend, 'Jack'. She must have been really drunk to say that... and hey! She missed the bath time... ^___^!
She knew she couldn't walk around opening door after door... or maybe she could... no, no, must think healthy thoughts! she sat in a bench by a nice balcony, knowing sooner or rater a loud groan, maybe some English cursing and probably some "leave me alone!" or "let go of my arm!" in Elvish will be heard followed by a "in your dreams babe!" and "it this really silk!?" in English.
But if she was waiting for that she was quite wrong, because it took Jack almost another hour to wake up, and when she did, the smell of food, which have amazingly stayed warm, stopped her from any other coherent thought.
Another hour and she finally finished the food tray, just minutes before Renoir entered the chamber and found her awake.
They sort of talked for a while, though it was more like Renoir asking something and Jack smiling at her; twenty minutes later Renoir asked what she should have asked since the beginning, 'you do not speak Elvish, do you?'
Jack smiled at her.
'Do you speak at all?' she asked, motioning with her hands "Westron?" 'Quenya?' "nothing?"
Jack shook her head (and smiled).
Oh poor dear... must be a refugee with trauma...
If there's something against female elves is their infinite kindness. They see an injured animal an instantly they want to keep them as their own. This is probably the main reason female elves do not join hunting parties nor battle in the woods, but then again we may never know.
Almost two hours have passed, and yet nothing. No explosions. No yelling. No cursing. Was Jack dead? I mean, she couldn't have drink THAT much? The sun was already on the top of the sky! Not even Jack could be asleep by now!
Standing she made her way to a crowded part of the building, she suspected she had been in the private chambers or something because she was yet to see an elf today.
And the first elf she happened to see was Glorfindel.
Glorfindel tried to walk away before she...
/hello Glorfindel!/
Too late.
Once Gandalf called for some maidens to take the naked girl away, Elrond instructed Glorfindel in a cold voice to dress and follow him. Glorfindel obliged, because in truth he wasn't that ashamed for what he have done. She was the one who entered into his bath after all!
But once he entered Elrond's study the hole tirade started. Glorfindel could swear if he wasn't immortal, he would have died from fright back then.
"Remember Glorfindel, you were lucky now, but she's bound to realize of your barbarian and dishonorable attitude, and then you will have to face the wrath of a Maia."
It wasn't the words, but the way Elrond had managed to stress them so they keep echoing in his mind what frightening him... and what if she remembered?
The young Lady, Tzigannë isn't it? Stopped in front of him and eyed him with a piercing stare Glorfindel didn't know, nor wanted to find out what it meant. Indeed, she remembers.
That settles it, say goodbye to life Glorfindel...
Thank God for my good memory! Thought Tzi when she stopped in front of Glorfindel, who would have thought!? Glorfindel really was like all those fanfics told! Mmmmhh... this is not the time for that! She chastised herself again. And smiled at Glorfindel, who somehow looked ready to sprint. Odd, very odd.
/Say sweetie/ she started, /have you seen my friend, Jack? have you seen her?/
Glorfindel first thought was run, those weird words must be a curse; the second thought was more like running is useless, she a Maia, boy; and his most conscious part told him...
'Jack?' asked Glorfindel, not sure what a 'Jack' was, but Lady Tzigannë seemed to know because she nodded.
Er... 'shall I take you to Lord Elrond? Or do you want to talk to Gandalf?' the Lady answered the name of the Istari so he motioned her to follow him. But they never made it to the wizard, when they were crossing a garden Tzi caught gaze of her friend, joined by an elven maiden sitting in the grass with a collection of things beside them.
Tzi let go of Glorfindel's arm (yeap, she had attached to it), who sighed in relief, and walked to her friend. /Al—Jack!/ where have you been al the time!?/
To her surprise/dismay, her friend only smiled to her and showed her an item, 'apple!'
Tzigannë sweat dropped. Trust Jack to learn elvish when they are more important things to do…like stalk elves…
/yeah...I know it's an apple—/
'What's going on?' apparently Glorfindel had nothing else to do, or the curiosity was too much, because he came to kneel beside the Ladies.
'Golden hair!' cried Jack.
Tzigannë didn't bother to reply, she just grabbed the apple, munched on it and sat beside Jack's other side.
'I am teaching her Sindarin' said Renoir proudly. Glorfindel sighted. Trust the maidens to start taking all kinds of creatures under their wings when there are more pressing matters...
'So I see' replied Glorfindel, 'But I do not think she's the right person you should be practicing your teaching skills with
'why not?' she said, 'after all they have no way to communicate with us, and who knows how are they going to get back to their world. Did you know they just fell over Lord Elrond, Lord Glorfindel?'
'I head something' it was useless, thought Glorfindel, Renoir will never understand they did not 'just fell over Lord Elrond' but who was he to talk about heavenly matters with a maid?
'Until out next meeting Lord Glorfindel!' cried Jack after Glorfindel bided them goodbye.
'good! You've memorized the farewell phrases!' said Renoir excitedly, 'Now, let us move to our next subject: conversational phrases'
TBC (Dear Lord, No!)