I dreamed I was sitting alone.
It was a starry night.
I dreamed I was at peace with the world.
I dreamed I was happy.
She was not in England. She was not even in Europe. No, heck, she was not even in her world anymore. She felt like it was all a very, very bad dream. She must have eaten something bad the night before and now she was dreaming.
She felt a muscle twitch near her mouth, and she thought she would surly lose her mind. She stared up at Elrond who had just told her the shocking news. She could not say that it was the truth, because she could not believe that it was the truth. Who had ever heard of two worlds being mixed up? In reality at least she could not think of one account.
Fuck, she thought, fuck, fuck, fuck. Had that gang beaten her up so badly that she was now in some sort of coma? Was she doomed to live in some sort of dream because she had not been able to sleep one night?
No, she decided, she would just wake up. Wake up, she ordered herself. Wake the fuck up! It was not working. And worst of all, she was starting to forget what her flat looked like, her parents. She knew of course that there were still parents, family somewhere. A boss who was no doubt enraged by her not showing up at work. She could be lucky if she was not fired, unless of course she was lying in coma. Then maybe, if she woke up in time, she would be able to keep her job.
From the corner of her eye she could see Elrond, it was a weird name anyway, looking at her with a worried expression on his face. Humph, she thought. Why did she have to have a guy in weird clothes in her coma? She was sure Freud would have found an explanation. In her deepest, darkest corners of her fried brain she no doubt wanted sex with a guy in weird clothes.
Was it not always about sex when it came to Freud? But she did not think the guy in the weird clothes was worth thinking about sex. Sure he looked good, she thought, but he had an aura of wisdom, age and something grandfatherish, and that was not something she looked for in a guy. Not only that, she thought scrutinising Elrond through semi-shut eyes, no he had stuck pointy ear tops on his ears making him look like Spock from Star Trek.
Those were false ears, she wondered looking for the telltale colour difference between false and real ear. She could see none. Alright, she would just have to pull it off. She was after all in a coma, so it should work.
She tried to lean forward; it would not take far to reach his ear. Unfortunately, however, her back denied her this movement fiercely. Elrond looked startled, "You should not move. You have not healed enough yet."
She looked up again, after trying to bite back the pain that was pulsing in waves down her back. Could one feel pain in comas? "I have not healed enough yet?" she asked, not exactly wanting to hear the answer. Elrond raised an eyebrow as if she was asking an unnecessary question.
"My sons brought you here, after you had been left behind by group of slave traders. They had rammed an iron bolt into your back, an effective way of paralysing a person. It seems, however, they rammed it in too deeply. It severely damaged the muscle for you right arm. It would be a miracle if you could ever move it normally again." He looked grave.
Too much, she thought, it was just too much. She could not believe she was not anywhere near home anymore, and now she would not even be able to move her arm properly again. At least she knew that the robbers were real. But if the robbers were real, and one could only feel pain in reality, at least she believed it to be so, then either she was crazy, in her opinion the more likely option, or this was all really happening.
"I am dreaming," she murmured. Elrond looked sharply at her. "I am supposed to be in a country that does not exist in my world. I can only be dreaming." Maybe if she closed her eyes and opened them again she would find herself back in her cosy little room. Unfortunately when she opened them again, Elrond was still looking down at her a worried line on his forehead.
"I think I'll just sleep a bit right now," she said, closing her eyes again. Elrond must have agreed to that and left, because when she opened her eyes he was gone. Not that she had heard him leave, she had not even heard him enter the room, but she did not really care. She felt drained of all energy, she felt her back throbbing not very lightly, and she felt sick. How could she ever accept the fact that she was stuck in a world with weirdly dressed, pointy-eared guys that looked like it was still stuck in the Middle Ages?
She felt the first tear run down her cheek as the feeling of despair gripped her.
A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed. I'm sorry it's taken so long but I was in a lot of stress because of my finals at school but now it's over and hopefully I'll find a little more time to write. Thank you all.