Clara sat quietly for a moment. The only sound was the noise of falling
water and birds coming from outside. She did not feel in the least bit
tired. She was more focussed on wondering what on earth was happening.
Maybe it was a dream. Though it didn't feel like one. The pain certainly
didn't and it was all too clear. She dug her nails into her arm and winced
at the twinge that shot up her arm. Well if it was she certainly wasn't
waking up. Frodo and Elrond had seemed real enough. The feeling of
disbelieve from them had felt real. She took another sip of water and
sighed.
"Rest. As if. More like 'I'm gonna go now and leave you coz I think you're speakin absolute twodle and you're an absolute nutter.'" She muttered under her breath. "Wonder if Middle Earth has an insane asylum?"
Since she had opened her eyes she had not taken in her surroundings. Now she was left alone, not in the least it tired and utterly confused with a pounding headache. Giving up trying to think of what could have happened, she looked around.
She was in a large room. To the right of her were 4 large arches leading out to a large solid platform with steps leading down from them. In between two was a beautiful carved lady and trailing up all the arches were vine like carvings working their way up the ceiling eves. By the bed stood a tall eight pronged candleholder. The view was amazing, lush green hillsides and the soothing sound of water not too far away. All was peaceful and tranquil.
"Everything's so different. And looks just like the film.which is weird." Muttered Clara to herself.
She felt something was standing behind her. Which was strange as the only thing there was a wall. She looked up behind her.
"You've got to be joking." She laughed.
Behind was a woman in a flowing long dress and her arms stretched out in a welcoming gesture. Her eyes were closed and she was not smiling yet as you looked upon the face, framed by long straight hair, you felt no hostility from her.
"That is one bloody good statue." Clara remarked.
When she turned back she started to laugh to herself. She was sitting in the same bed, the same room in fact as Frodo had in the film. There had been frequent jokes by the members of the Lord of the Rings Lovers since Lou had changed a comment Clara had made about the bed.
"Just wait till I tell them." She giggled. "If I see them again." She added sadly.
She was quiet for a moment.
"I wonder what's to eat?"
Pulling the pale yellow patterned sheets back, she twisted herself round so her legs swung over the edge. Her head throbbed. Clara lifted her hand to her brow, there she felt a wodge of material covering it. Gingerly she pulled it off, wincing slightly. Looking at it she saw some blood. Not knowing what to do with the material, she put it on the she. Then she looked down.
"Oh my dear lord!" She exclaimed.
Her feet seemed to have grown several sizes. They had also acquired hair on the top.
"I have hairy feet. OK I know I call myself a hobbit but this is just ridiculous."
In her head she heard the voice of her friend Toni. Well it wasn't really a voice. More of a taunting laugh.
"Oh shut up." She said aloud.
She jumped down off the bed. Her feet had been quite a way off the floor and she landed heavily. But the weight on her legs was too sudden and the buckled beneath her. Clara landed hard on the floor.
"Well done Clara. You've been here how long and already you've fallen on the floor!"
She sat for a minute then grabbed hold of the covers behind her, pulling herself up, Warily she stood, steadying herself with the bed. Look around everything seemed bigger than she though it would be, or should be.
"Man. I'm a shorter arse than I was before!"
She let go of the bed a swayed slightly. Then carefully she started to walk over to one of the arches. She nearly stumbled as her feet were rather large and not what she was used to. Placing her hand on the cool stone she looked out. Browning yellow leaves tinted with green were scattered across the floor and a light wind swirled them along, back into the room behind her. All the buildings she saw were ornately carved and featured arches in almost every possible side. Everything was open to the world.
"Wow." Was all Clara could say. "Well at least I've come to Rivendel. It's not like I woke up in Mordor and was surrounded by orcs. Urgh. What a thought!" And she tuned away. "Or you could have gotten even worse! You could have ended up in Isengard with Saruman of Girley Fingers!" She laughed to herself at the nickname that Amber had given Saruman. "But now all you've got to do is figure out how the hell you got here. So far you've drawn a blank. Elrond and Frodo think you're insane and don't believe you. You're gonna have to talk to Gandalf. And you don't have a clue how you're gonna get back." She paused for a second. "And you're also talking to yourself. If that don't make 'em believe you're mad nothing will.actually dancing the YMCA with a carrot would clinch it." And again she started to laugh to herself.
She stopped suddenly as she heard voices outside the room. In a panic, she half ran to the bed. But not being used to her new feet, she tripped and let out a cry as she caught hold of the covers. She heard the door open as she crashed to a heap.
"Rest. As if. More like 'I'm gonna go now and leave you coz I think you're speakin absolute twodle and you're an absolute nutter.'" She muttered under her breath. "Wonder if Middle Earth has an insane asylum?"
Since she had opened her eyes she had not taken in her surroundings. Now she was left alone, not in the least it tired and utterly confused with a pounding headache. Giving up trying to think of what could have happened, she looked around.
She was in a large room. To the right of her were 4 large arches leading out to a large solid platform with steps leading down from them. In between two was a beautiful carved lady and trailing up all the arches were vine like carvings working their way up the ceiling eves. By the bed stood a tall eight pronged candleholder. The view was amazing, lush green hillsides and the soothing sound of water not too far away. All was peaceful and tranquil.
"Everything's so different. And looks just like the film.which is weird." Muttered Clara to herself.
She felt something was standing behind her. Which was strange as the only thing there was a wall. She looked up behind her.
"You've got to be joking." She laughed.
Behind was a woman in a flowing long dress and her arms stretched out in a welcoming gesture. Her eyes were closed and she was not smiling yet as you looked upon the face, framed by long straight hair, you felt no hostility from her.
"That is one bloody good statue." Clara remarked.
When she turned back she started to laugh to herself. She was sitting in the same bed, the same room in fact as Frodo had in the film. There had been frequent jokes by the members of the Lord of the Rings Lovers since Lou had changed a comment Clara had made about the bed.
"Just wait till I tell them." She giggled. "If I see them again." She added sadly.
She was quiet for a moment.
"I wonder what's to eat?"
Pulling the pale yellow patterned sheets back, she twisted herself round so her legs swung over the edge. Her head throbbed. Clara lifted her hand to her brow, there she felt a wodge of material covering it. Gingerly she pulled it off, wincing slightly. Looking at it she saw some blood. Not knowing what to do with the material, she put it on the she. Then she looked down.
"Oh my dear lord!" She exclaimed.
Her feet seemed to have grown several sizes. They had also acquired hair on the top.
"I have hairy feet. OK I know I call myself a hobbit but this is just ridiculous."
In her head she heard the voice of her friend Toni. Well it wasn't really a voice. More of a taunting laugh.
"Oh shut up." She said aloud.
She jumped down off the bed. Her feet had been quite a way off the floor and she landed heavily. But the weight on her legs was too sudden and the buckled beneath her. Clara landed hard on the floor.
"Well done Clara. You've been here how long and already you've fallen on the floor!"
She sat for a minute then grabbed hold of the covers behind her, pulling herself up, Warily she stood, steadying herself with the bed. Look around everything seemed bigger than she though it would be, or should be.
"Man. I'm a shorter arse than I was before!"
She let go of the bed a swayed slightly. Then carefully she started to walk over to one of the arches. She nearly stumbled as her feet were rather large and not what she was used to. Placing her hand on the cool stone she looked out. Browning yellow leaves tinted with green were scattered across the floor and a light wind swirled them along, back into the room behind her. All the buildings she saw were ornately carved and featured arches in almost every possible side. Everything was open to the world.
"Wow." Was all Clara could say. "Well at least I've come to Rivendel. It's not like I woke up in Mordor and was surrounded by orcs. Urgh. What a thought!" And she tuned away. "Or you could have gotten even worse! You could have ended up in Isengard with Saruman of Girley Fingers!" She laughed to herself at the nickname that Amber had given Saruman. "But now all you've got to do is figure out how the hell you got here. So far you've drawn a blank. Elrond and Frodo think you're insane and don't believe you. You're gonna have to talk to Gandalf. And you don't have a clue how you're gonna get back." She paused for a second. "And you're also talking to yourself. If that don't make 'em believe you're mad nothing will.actually dancing the YMCA with a carrot would clinch it." And again she started to laugh to herself.
She stopped suddenly as she heard voices outside the room. In a panic, she half ran to the bed. But not being used to her new feet, she tripped and let out a cry as she caught hold of the covers. She heard the door open as she crashed to a heap.
