When she woke up, the first thing she registered was the smell. It was divine. It was the smell of flowers, the forest, and something else that she couldn't place. Although, it smelled better than where she had came from before. However, she could, somewhat, remember that she did making out that she was in some box-casket-thing. As well as the box-casket-thing soft bedding underneath her body and head.

She did remember thinking, "What happened? And why can't I remember anything? Like, what. The heck. Is. My. Name? Or my family? How the heck did I manage to end up in this mess? Like, really, how? Where the heck am I? Which motherfucker decided to send me here? What is happening?" But then there was a bright light. She then felt a hand on her check and then a little spark. Her eyes snapped open when she took a gasp of air. She also remembered that everything was blurry around her and could only see colored blurs.

She didn't hesitate to jump up and grabbed the first thing she could. A beautiful sword. From what she could tell there were four moving blurs in the same room as her. One of those blur were a little too close and so she attacked him to get away. She felt herself get kicked in the stomach soon after and loosing the sword. Getting back up she demanded them to tell her all of her questions. They armed themselves with swords and an axe. It didn't take too long before her breath became uneven and her heart beating as fast as a galloping horse, almost bursting out of her chest.

She had demanded once again and screamed when they told her not what she wanted to hear. By doing so she had found herself surrounded in blue flames. This had only overwhelmed her even more. She felt a whole lot of emotions, but only four stands out to the rest. Confusion, Overwhelmed, terrified, and frustration.

Soon after that she did sense someone behind her and called them out on it, but then the person leaped at her. She soon realized that it was a man holding onto her tightly and she felt trapped. She didn't like feeling trapped and so she screamed and struggled. They struggled with each other for a few minutes, before she heard him say sorry to her.

She didn't know what he meant by that until it was too late. He had punched her in the stomach to knock her out cold. Before she lost completely unconscious she saw the strange man absorbed some of her flames and he held her limb body bridal style with an eyebrow raised at someone. Then she lost conscious.

And now what woke her up a few hours later was the sound of voices speaking in low tones and slow movement. "Two or maybe three…no wait, four." Her memory isn't the best right now. It sounded that their voices were coming from her right. So, forgetting she was lying on a bed, she rolled over to her right…and fell right out of the bed.

She didn't scream as she fell. She was that startled and landed on her stomach with a rather loud uhhhfff. She lay still for a moment, and then groaned loudly. She also soon found the room in silence. She slowly flopped onto her back and opened her eyes. Staring down at her was a short looking man with a braid smiling creepily. She and the man had a staring contest and then he spoke loudly to her. She screamed and scrambled backwards, ignoring the pain in her ribs.

"Who are you? Where am I?" She squeaked with wide eyes look around the room.

"Easy, my dear. We only what to help you. My name is Tengenwa the Wizard." An old looking man softly said to her with a gently smile. The old man has a weird looking staff. He had a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, a silver scarf over which a white beard hung down below his waist, and immense black boots. She found that he had a grandfather look and feel to him. She observed all of them by the names that she was given when she calmed down a little bit more. "To my right is Prince Dúwath of Elenarda and this dwarf of a man that you just met is Thurin of Angruin. And not least, this man to my right is Prince Telemnar of Fanyarë."

The right side of Tengenwa she saw a young man who had shoulder-blade length blonde hair. He was also dressed medieval, in some sort of green earth-colored tunic and brown pants with black leather boots. But it was his face that caught her attention, the most inhuman angles, and his skin past pale, the pointed ears, and the impossibly violet eyes.

"What is he? He has pointed ears! That can't be right!" She thought before moving on to the next one.

The man that she first saw when waking up was a short, very short man with a short dark beard that came down to his neck. He too was dressed like a medieval person with an ax on his back. He wore a brown tunic and black pants with brown leather boots. She also saw that his eyes where a nice shade of brown. "Who were these insane people?!"

Turning to the last person had stopped her in her thoughts. "Woah…" The man who was the closest to her bedside was the same man that had knocked her out when she first woken up. He was tall and broad-shoulders with every inch of him seemingly corded with muscles. Like the blonde man, he has delicately pointed ears, but unlike the other men in the room, he had slightly elongated canines.

He has tan skin and a wicked-looking scar etched down the left side of his smooth face that started at the temple and flows over his jaw and down his throat where it disappears beneath his clothes. She also noticed that he wore one golden earring in his right ear.

She did find this man handsome out of them all and his eyes were an amazing color of golden-yellow. She just wanted to touch or play with his long gleaming silver hair. She was able to snap out of her thoughts and turned back to the old man who calls himself Tengenwa. "Where am I? Why can't I remember anything and what are you?" She asked, but she found that her voice has changed to a softer tone then she was born with.