Sarah was lost in a whirl of crazy dreams one after another. The last time she remembered feeling like this was when she had fainted under the pressure of applying for college. She had literally been standing there one minute feeling like she was going in frantic circles and the next she was on the floor being looked after by the school nurse.

Slowly, things began to slow down and Sarah felt an odd sense of peace, odd for someone who had no idea what was going on.

"Vedui'Voronwer," said the voice again. Sarah pleaded with her nerves, telling herself to calm down and listen to what was going on around her, maybe that way she could begin to understand why she was hearing things.

"Lle rangwa?" (Do you understand?) said the voice. Sarah was confused but instead of saying nothing she decided that maybe, by speaking her language, she could tell the voice that she did not know what they were saying, or if they were saying it to her. And so she spoke.

"Hello? Look, I don't know what's going on. I don't feel well and I…Why am I speaking to you? You're simply a voice in my head. Sarah, shut up!" she yelled out. Nothing happened. She continued to lie there in the dark for what seemed like five minutes when suddenly she heard something new.

"Excuse me, I am sorry, we believed you to know our language as we know yours," said a new voice, a deeper voice, in a polite accent she couldn't place.

"Oh, hey don't worry about it," Sarah replied. Wow, she had had some crazy dreams before but this time her subconscious had really done a number on her.

"Right. We are disturbed that you do not know our language. We thought that you, being who you are, would have been specially tutored in the subject. Especially if you knew of the coming event," the voice said, somewhat perturbed.

"Oh," Sarah chuckled knowingly to herself before saying, "Trust me, I'm sure I have it locked up in here somewhere. Um, hey, do you know why I can't see anything? It's not that I mind talking to you or anything but not being able to see is beginning to freak me out."

"You are unconscious. Forgive us for forcing you into this state but it is the only manner in which we may speak with you from our location. We believe that we may be able to help you understand the language of the elves if you will allow us to enter your mind," said the deep voice again.

"Elves? Right, um ok, go ahead and do whatever you want in there," Sarah said. She of course believed this to be her doing. 'No harm in letting my mind mess with itself right?' Suddenly a warmth, somewhat like the effect of a hot towel, began to emanate from what she thought was her forehead. 'This is weird' she thought. She calmed herself and tried to make her head stop doing whatever it was doing but to her surprise she had lost all control over the situation.

"Hey!" she yelled, struggling to maintain a hold on what was going on. "Hey stop that now!" she continued to yell.  "God damn it Sarah!" she yelled again. But no matter what she did she could not get rid of the almost pleasant warmth inside of her mind. She tried to move her arms in the darkness but found that she could no longer move them or even feel them. She tried frantically to get up but it wouldn't work. With a cry she began yelling anything she could think of. "Stop messing with me!" she barely got out. "Sarah! Wake up! Brain stop messing with me!" she begged. "Sarah!" she yelled. She heard her voice everywhere yelling her name in rapid succession as if she were not alone in trying to get herself under control.

Suddenly the warmth receded. She snapped her eyes open and propelled herself up off the floor only to come face to face with none other than…

"Sam?" she said surprised by the figure in front of her.

"Oh thank God you're awake! Sarah, what the hell happened to you?" he asked frantically. Sarah could see a few security guards for the Temple grounds kneeling around her.

"Um, I don't really know, I was sitting over there in that chair and just as I got up to leave I just fell, I don't remember, I just know my legs gave out underneath me. Wow, I had a really weird dream," she responded still in a daze.

"I bet you just got up a little too fast, are you alright ma'am?" said a guard while helping her to stand.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I'm ok. Yeah, I was tired anyway," she replied.

"Come on Sarah, I have my car here and I can drive you back to the dorms," Sam offered kindly. Sarah offered only a grunt in response and Sam picked up her sweatshirt from the floor. They headed towards one of the nine doors of the Temple and, with Sam's help; Sarah made it down all of the stairs surrounding the place and eventually to Sam's car.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Sam asked once they were on the road.

"I swear I'm fine, I just fainted and had the weirdest dream and now I'm exhausted," she told him. Sam nodded before Sarah asked, "So what were you doing there?"

"I don't honestly know, it was kind of odd to tell the truth. The Lye'rina Temple has been the focus of my photography project and even though that's over I still come here all the time. For some reason today when I drove by it I couldn't help but go in," he said.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I love that place and I'm not sure why," Sarah said sounding a bit confused.

"Well it's peaceful and pleasant and nice to look at, and you're a peaceful and pleasant person, plus well, I think you're nice to look at," Sam admitted with very red cheeks.  Sarah didn't quite know what to say. That was possibly the most awkward pick up line she had ever heard but at the same time it was so sweet and genuine.

"Sam…" she began but was cut off.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he said quickly. She was really beginning to feel sorry for Sam. He was trying so hard, as he had been all year and she wished he would go after someone else. He could, after all, have pretty much any other girl he wanted. With those eyes and that adorable, curly hair one had to admit that he was cute. Plus he was so tall, about 6'3 she guessed, and she could tell that under his sweatshirt was a well-muscled body. 'God, I must be crazy not to give in to this guy' she thought.

But she remembered that she had promised herself not to get involved with anyone, no matter how nice, funny or gorgeous she found them. She realized that there was now an awkward silence between them but she chose to ignore it by leaning her head back against the seat and giving into the sleep she so desperately needed.

"Sarah," Sam said quietly to the sleeping girl whose head had made its way to his shoulder. "We're here. Come on, I'm not sure that I can carry you. Driving with your head on my shoulder is hard to do without hurting my neck," he said with a smile.

"Mmmm, I don't wanna get up…justa little longer," she pleaded with her eyes still closed.

"Come on, Sarah," he said again, nudging her a bit this time.

"Mmm, shove it up," she yawned, "your ass," she finished with a hint of a smile on her face. Sam just looked at her with a smirk on his face.

"You're cute when you're tired, ya know that?" he said with a chuckle. She yawned again and said, with her eyes still closed and her head still against his shoulder,

"You think I'm cute no matter what I do, face it, you love me," she answered him.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Sam said. "You must be really tired. Tell me, which number am I going to?" Moving to the other side of the car Sam opened the door and gently picked up Sarah from her seat.

"317A. Wow, you're strong," Sarah said and nestled herself against his chest. She was thinking of nothing else than being in her bed, warm and comfortable. The thought that she might be in Sam's arms did not in any way cross her mind.

"Ok, here we go, room 317A. Key please," he said to the barely awake Sarah.

"In my pocket," she responded lazily.

"You're pocket?" Sam asked in disbelief. No way was he going in her pocket. Who decided it was fair to tease him like this? Here was the most perfect girl, for him, that he'd ever seen in his life. She was in his arms and all he wanted to do was bend down and kiss her as hard as he could. But no, she wouldn't allow him to do that but he would allow him in her jean pocket? Wasn't that a little close to another part of her anatomy, one that he didn't dare think about?

"My sweatshirt pocket," she replied sleepily. Oh, well that changed things. He saw the end of her key chain and pulled it out of the pocket. He used one hand and somehow managed to get it into the door.

Sarah was relieved when she finally felt the softness of her bed beneath her. Sam helped her out of her shoes and after she changed into her sweatpants, with him not looking of course, she settled back into her pillows.

"Ok, you alright?" Sam asked one more time.

"Fine," Sarah barely got out. Sam made sure she was comfortable and then gently placed a kiss on her forehead, which Sarah didn't feel.

"Quel kaima, Lirimaer, Quel kaima," (sleep well, lovely one, sleep well) Sam said before closing her door and going home.

To be continued…..!!!!!!!! Sorry, so here's what you know. Sam likes Sarah. They look alike according to their biology dude. Sarah likes Sam but won't allow herself to like Sam. Sarah had a really weird experience in which someone or something or perhaps she took over her head and talked to her in Elvish. Sam found her. They both really like that temple (which really exists but it's called the Bahai Temple, I went there once when I visited Chicago). Sam helped her home and then said goodnight to her in……….ELVISH, how does sam know elvish? What's up with that temple, who was talking to her and when am I going to actually connect this LOTR?????? you'll see in chapter 3!!!!!!!! PLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSSE RRRREEEEVVVVVVIIIIIIIEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW I got ONE review, come on I need some moral support here.