Matt's POV: Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I still only own Matt (and l'Ktonos, but that doesn't matter for this chapter).
A/N: I'd like to apologize for taking so long to finish this chapter... umm... blame the writers block! I would make it longer, but that would mean taking longer to write, which would mean Ilana would be very mad at me... *hides* Anyways, enjoy this chapter! It'll give you something to look forward to: Ilana's next chapter! *hides again*
Alexandra: Thank you for the reviews! Don't listen to Ilana, my writing is horrible _
helmsdeep2234: Thank you for reviewing. We appreciate it!
Lady Phoenix Slytherin: Thanks for the review! Keep reading.
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Matt awoke to his second morning in Middle Earth with a dull pain in his head. He forgot where he was until he looked around and the events from the day before came rushing back to him. It took a moment for the full weight of his situation to strike; he was cut off from his world completely.
'How will I get back?! What about my family?! Ilana! She won't know I'm gone...' Matt collapsed back on the bed, wide-eyed and afraid that he would be stuck in Middle Earth forever.
His thoughts were interrupted as the door swung open and an elf entered, apparently just a servant. "You have broken your fast long enough and have been invited to sup at Elrond's table. You will find proper attire in the wardrobe there. I'll wait outside to lead you to the dinning hall."
The elf left the room and Matt got out of bed to see what he had meant by 'proper attire.' Opening the wardrobe revealed a simple cloth shirt and jerkin, a pair of pants, and leather boots. Matt quickly donned the clothing, finding them to be more comfortable than he had expected, though this probably came about because they had been made by elves.
The trip to the dinning hall was short, and as they entered Matt felt many eyes on him. The hall itself was extravagant. Slender columns, carven to the likeness of trees, branched out causing the ceiling to appear as though the branches of many trees intertwined above the room giving it an outdoorsy feeling. The elf guide led Matt up to the head table where an elf sat whom Matt could only assume was Elrond.
"Come, site here," said Elrond, motioning to a chair by his side, "with my sons gone, I have need of someone to fill their place. There are many things I wish to discuss with you, but first let us eat. There will be time to speak later on."
Matt looked on as the food was brought in and the odor made him realize he hadn't eaten for a day and a half. The meal contained a variety of foods, ranging from a wild boar, to carrots, to fruits that were unrecognizable in his world. All of it was delicious, and the saying "Hunger makes the best sauce" proved to be true. The eating went with little talk between the elves, and soon it was over, much to Matt's dismay. As servants came to take away the plates and dining utensils (which consisted of a sole knife).
After the servants had left, Elrond stood and made his way away from the table, bidding Matt to follow. The went through some passages, made a few turns, and successfully got him lost, though Elrond seemed to know exactly where he was going. Soon they came to a room which had a large desk with many papers, quills, and ink bottles strewn about it. Elrond motioned to a chair, and Matt sat, wondering where this was going.
"We do not often see Men in this valley, less so Men who can slip past our outposts." Elrond looked at Matt with a scrutinizing gaze, "From whence do you hail? A human who can enter this place, unguided, and suffering from injuries is a wonder to me."
'Great. Just great.' Matt thought to himself, 'What should I say?'
He finally made a decision to just say what he knew, and hope Elrond believed him, "This will sound hard to believe, but I'm from another time and place than you. I don't know how I got here or why I'm here; all I know is that somehow I've been taken from my world and placed in yours."
"That is hard to believe, as you said, nor have you given me reason to trust you. What proof have you of 'your world' as you call it."
Matt slumped back in the chair. He had no idea of how he could possibly prove his case, unless... "My things! Where are the clothes I was found in?"
"Those should have been left in your room." Elrond looked at him oddly, "I will send for them, though I see not how it could help verify your story."
"It will," said Matt, "but I need all my things, including whatever was in my pockets."
Elrond consented and called in a servant, whom he bade to retrieve Matt's things from his room. Several minutes passed in silence, which Matt used to look around the room, curious about the environment he had been thrust into. Soon the servant returned, carrying with him an assortment of articles that Matt recognized as the clothes he had worn on his last night in his world. The servant deposited the clothes on the desk, and left without saying a word.
Elrond stood, to see them better and said, "Very well, prove your story."
Matt spent the next half hour, showing him the various clothes, from his blue jeans, to his t-shirt, to his Adidas jacket, to his Nikes, leaving Elrond very confused as to the point of them all. Moving on from the clothing itself, he rummaged around the pockets of his jeans and jacket, showing Elrond anything he found; his wallet, keys, a Swiss army knife and the grand prize: his mp3 player.
"This is truly amazing," said Elrond after listening to a song. "I would never believe it if it weren't for seeing it myself. Yes. yes, I believe you are who you say, but I cannot answer the reason you have come here, or how you came. One last thing... how did you know about me? My son says you mentioned my name..."
Matt thought about what he should say. Should he lie? If he told the truth, that he was part of the LotR books, just a story, how would Elrond take it?
He finally decided on just leaving it open, "I can't say... I just know. I swear if I live through this, I'll explain later."
"I'll hold you to that... though there is nothing for you to worry about while in Rivendell. You are safer here than anywhere in Middle Earth. Now, I have business I must attend to. The elf outside will take you to Glorfindel, a lord who abides in my hall. If you are truly from another world, you will need to learn about ours."
Elrond motioned to the door, and once Matt was outside, the elven servant guided him down a flight of stairs and out into a large courtyard. To the right he saw a stable, with magnificent horses, and several elves milling about them. As he approached, one stepped forward raising his hand in greeting.
"You would be the foreigner? I am Glorfindel, Elrond asked me to keep you occupied during your stay here."
Matt looked at the elf, slight wonder on his face. Glorfindel was tall, taller than himself, and he seemed to around the edges, as though he'd basked in the radiance of some brilliant light.
"I'm Matt. We're not going to be riding are we? I've never ridden a horse..."
Glorfindel laughed and pat the nearest horse's neck, "No worries young lad, these horses don't need much skill to be ridden. You can't expect any less for us elves. Come, I'll teach you the basics."
Glorfindel leapt upon his horse with typical elven grace and dignity, while Matt struggled to get on his. The lack of a saddle and stirrups made the whole ordeal even harder. Eventually though, he made it and Glorfindel walked him through the basics of horse ridding. After a while, Matt had it pretty much learned, but it was painful, using muscles he had never even known existed.
After a while of practicing within the courtyard, Glorfindel led the way into the forest surrounding the last homely house. The ride was great, and the weather perfect for such an outing. They stopped at a brook to water the horses, and talked for a while of each others worlds, cultures, and ways of life. Matt grew silent as his thoughts turned to Ilana.
"What is it?" The elf asked simply, a knowing look on his face.
Matt looked at him sharply, wondering if he could read minds, "I was thinking of the girl I left behind. Her name is Ilana, and she'll have no way of knowing where I've gone. I'm worried about her is all."
Glorfindel gave him a sympathetic look, "You'll find a way to return to her. No worries. But come, from what you've told me, you have no training in our weaponry. You'll need to learn some basic skills with the sword and bow if you want to last in Middle Earth."
The elf's words brightened Matt up. He'd always wanted to have training in the use of medieval weapons. This would prove to be a good opportunity.
Glorfindel had brought along two practice swords, made of wood, and several bows of varying sizes. He went through some technical information, such as the balancing of swords and the proper technique of using both the bow and sword. After this preliminary lesson, he handed Matt one of the swords, and began to instruct him in the proper footwork and how to hold one's body when fighting an opponent. The practice went on for hours, though it seemed too quick for Matt. By the time they finished with the swords, his hands were bloodied and calloused from his constant grip on the hilt, and from Glorfindel's sword catching his fingers.
Once Glorfindel felt Matt had sufficiently learned the basics of swordplay, he began to teach him in the use of a bow, both long bow and short bow. Archery proved to be harder than the elf made it seem, and the constant wear of string on his fingers tore Matt's skin causing large red blisters to form where once was normal flesh. After quite some time of practice with the short bow, Matt successfully put an arrow two feet away from the target, his best shot yet, and Glorfindel decided to call it quits; it was beginning to get dark.
The ride back to Rivendell was tiresome. Matt ached from the day of training, and extremely tired. He knew he wouldn't want to get out of bed in the morning, because of the soreness. When they reached Rivendell, Glorfindel showed Matt the proper way to tend to a horse after a days ride, and Matt numbly listened, not hearing what was being said, but still following commands. Soon his horse was settled into the stable, and Glorfindel led him back to his room telling him something about being a natural swordsman. One look at the bed was all Matt needed to stumble over to it and throw himself on it, falling asleep before he hit the pillows.
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That's all for chapter 4. Please review! Pretty please? Review? Please? You will? Thank you! If you notice any mistakes, please tell me. I'd really appreciate it! Thanks again!
Disclaimer: I still only own Matt (and l'Ktonos, but that doesn't matter for this chapter).
A/N: I'd like to apologize for taking so long to finish this chapter... umm... blame the writers block! I would make it longer, but that would mean taking longer to write, which would mean Ilana would be very mad at me... *hides* Anyways, enjoy this chapter! It'll give you something to look forward to: Ilana's next chapter! *hides again*
Alexandra: Thank you for the reviews! Don't listen to Ilana, my writing is horrible _
helmsdeep2234: Thank you for reviewing. We appreciate it!
Lady Phoenix Slytherin: Thanks for the review! Keep reading.
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Matt awoke to his second morning in Middle Earth with a dull pain in his head. He forgot where he was until he looked around and the events from the day before came rushing back to him. It took a moment for the full weight of his situation to strike; he was cut off from his world completely.
'How will I get back?! What about my family?! Ilana! She won't know I'm gone...' Matt collapsed back on the bed, wide-eyed and afraid that he would be stuck in Middle Earth forever.
His thoughts were interrupted as the door swung open and an elf entered, apparently just a servant. "You have broken your fast long enough and have been invited to sup at Elrond's table. You will find proper attire in the wardrobe there. I'll wait outside to lead you to the dinning hall."
The elf left the room and Matt got out of bed to see what he had meant by 'proper attire.' Opening the wardrobe revealed a simple cloth shirt and jerkin, a pair of pants, and leather boots. Matt quickly donned the clothing, finding them to be more comfortable than he had expected, though this probably came about because they had been made by elves.
The trip to the dinning hall was short, and as they entered Matt felt many eyes on him. The hall itself was extravagant. Slender columns, carven to the likeness of trees, branched out causing the ceiling to appear as though the branches of many trees intertwined above the room giving it an outdoorsy feeling. The elf guide led Matt up to the head table where an elf sat whom Matt could only assume was Elrond.
"Come, site here," said Elrond, motioning to a chair by his side, "with my sons gone, I have need of someone to fill their place. There are many things I wish to discuss with you, but first let us eat. There will be time to speak later on."
Matt looked on as the food was brought in and the odor made him realize he hadn't eaten for a day and a half. The meal contained a variety of foods, ranging from a wild boar, to carrots, to fruits that were unrecognizable in his world. All of it was delicious, and the saying "Hunger makes the best sauce" proved to be true. The eating went with little talk between the elves, and soon it was over, much to Matt's dismay. As servants came to take away the plates and dining utensils (which consisted of a sole knife).
After the servants had left, Elrond stood and made his way away from the table, bidding Matt to follow. The went through some passages, made a few turns, and successfully got him lost, though Elrond seemed to know exactly where he was going. Soon they came to a room which had a large desk with many papers, quills, and ink bottles strewn about it. Elrond motioned to a chair, and Matt sat, wondering where this was going.
"We do not often see Men in this valley, less so Men who can slip past our outposts." Elrond looked at Matt with a scrutinizing gaze, "From whence do you hail? A human who can enter this place, unguided, and suffering from injuries is a wonder to me."
'Great. Just great.' Matt thought to himself, 'What should I say?'
He finally made a decision to just say what he knew, and hope Elrond believed him, "This will sound hard to believe, but I'm from another time and place than you. I don't know how I got here or why I'm here; all I know is that somehow I've been taken from my world and placed in yours."
"That is hard to believe, as you said, nor have you given me reason to trust you. What proof have you of 'your world' as you call it."
Matt slumped back in the chair. He had no idea of how he could possibly prove his case, unless... "My things! Where are the clothes I was found in?"
"Those should have been left in your room." Elrond looked at him oddly, "I will send for them, though I see not how it could help verify your story."
"It will," said Matt, "but I need all my things, including whatever was in my pockets."
Elrond consented and called in a servant, whom he bade to retrieve Matt's things from his room. Several minutes passed in silence, which Matt used to look around the room, curious about the environment he had been thrust into. Soon the servant returned, carrying with him an assortment of articles that Matt recognized as the clothes he had worn on his last night in his world. The servant deposited the clothes on the desk, and left without saying a word.
Elrond stood, to see them better and said, "Very well, prove your story."
Matt spent the next half hour, showing him the various clothes, from his blue jeans, to his t-shirt, to his Adidas jacket, to his Nikes, leaving Elrond very confused as to the point of them all. Moving on from the clothing itself, he rummaged around the pockets of his jeans and jacket, showing Elrond anything he found; his wallet, keys, a Swiss army knife and the grand prize: his mp3 player.
"This is truly amazing," said Elrond after listening to a song. "I would never believe it if it weren't for seeing it myself. Yes. yes, I believe you are who you say, but I cannot answer the reason you have come here, or how you came. One last thing... how did you know about me? My son says you mentioned my name..."
Matt thought about what he should say. Should he lie? If he told the truth, that he was part of the LotR books, just a story, how would Elrond take it?
He finally decided on just leaving it open, "I can't say... I just know. I swear if I live through this, I'll explain later."
"I'll hold you to that... though there is nothing for you to worry about while in Rivendell. You are safer here than anywhere in Middle Earth. Now, I have business I must attend to. The elf outside will take you to Glorfindel, a lord who abides in my hall. If you are truly from another world, you will need to learn about ours."
Elrond motioned to the door, and once Matt was outside, the elven servant guided him down a flight of stairs and out into a large courtyard. To the right he saw a stable, with magnificent horses, and several elves milling about them. As he approached, one stepped forward raising his hand in greeting.
"You would be the foreigner? I am Glorfindel, Elrond asked me to keep you occupied during your stay here."
Matt looked at the elf, slight wonder on his face. Glorfindel was tall, taller than himself, and he seemed to around the edges, as though he'd basked in the radiance of some brilliant light.
"I'm Matt. We're not going to be riding are we? I've never ridden a horse..."
Glorfindel laughed and pat the nearest horse's neck, "No worries young lad, these horses don't need much skill to be ridden. You can't expect any less for us elves. Come, I'll teach you the basics."
Glorfindel leapt upon his horse with typical elven grace and dignity, while Matt struggled to get on his. The lack of a saddle and stirrups made the whole ordeal even harder. Eventually though, he made it and Glorfindel walked him through the basics of horse ridding. After a while, Matt had it pretty much learned, but it was painful, using muscles he had never even known existed.
After a while of practicing within the courtyard, Glorfindel led the way into the forest surrounding the last homely house. The ride was great, and the weather perfect for such an outing. They stopped at a brook to water the horses, and talked for a while of each others worlds, cultures, and ways of life. Matt grew silent as his thoughts turned to Ilana.
"What is it?" The elf asked simply, a knowing look on his face.
Matt looked at him sharply, wondering if he could read minds, "I was thinking of the girl I left behind. Her name is Ilana, and she'll have no way of knowing where I've gone. I'm worried about her is all."
Glorfindel gave him a sympathetic look, "You'll find a way to return to her. No worries. But come, from what you've told me, you have no training in our weaponry. You'll need to learn some basic skills with the sword and bow if you want to last in Middle Earth."
The elf's words brightened Matt up. He'd always wanted to have training in the use of medieval weapons. This would prove to be a good opportunity.
Glorfindel had brought along two practice swords, made of wood, and several bows of varying sizes. He went through some technical information, such as the balancing of swords and the proper technique of using both the bow and sword. After this preliminary lesson, he handed Matt one of the swords, and began to instruct him in the proper footwork and how to hold one's body when fighting an opponent. The practice went on for hours, though it seemed too quick for Matt. By the time they finished with the swords, his hands were bloodied and calloused from his constant grip on the hilt, and from Glorfindel's sword catching his fingers.
Once Glorfindel felt Matt had sufficiently learned the basics of swordplay, he began to teach him in the use of a bow, both long bow and short bow. Archery proved to be harder than the elf made it seem, and the constant wear of string on his fingers tore Matt's skin causing large red blisters to form where once was normal flesh. After quite some time of practice with the short bow, Matt successfully put an arrow two feet away from the target, his best shot yet, and Glorfindel decided to call it quits; it was beginning to get dark.
The ride back to Rivendell was tiresome. Matt ached from the day of training, and extremely tired. He knew he wouldn't want to get out of bed in the morning, because of the soreness. When they reached Rivendell, Glorfindel showed Matt the proper way to tend to a horse after a days ride, and Matt numbly listened, not hearing what was being said, but still following commands. Soon his horse was settled into the stable, and Glorfindel led him back to his room telling him something about being a natural swordsman. One look at the bed was all Matt needed to stumble over to it and throw himself on it, falling asleep before he hit the pillows.
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That's all for chapter 4. Please review! Pretty please? Review? Please? You will? Thank you! If you notice any mistakes, please tell me. I'd really appreciate it! Thanks again!