I groaned as light invaded my half-cracked eyelids. Everything hurt. I swore that my bruises had bruises…certainly felt like it anyway. As I fully opened my eyes, I realized that I must have been hit on the head pretty hard when the car had hit the ground 'cause it looked like I was lying in a summer field.
I sat up as slowly as possible, carefully checking myself for injuries. It seemed that I had escaped from the accident rather unscathed (a few bruises) and that I was alright - if you considered delusional alright.
"Where am I?" I asked myself out loud. Yes, yes, I broke my vow, but it was an emergency for crying out loud!
"You are in the realm of the gods, guardians of MiddleEarth," a voice said. I whipped my head around, mentally slapping myself at the same time (note to self: When injured, NO FAST MOVEMENTS,) to try and find the voice. No one was there.
"Guardians of what?" I asked out loud again. Then I shook my head and sighed. "Alexis, you really are going crazy. You're talking to yourself!"
"Guardians of MiddleEarth, Alexis. And you are not alone." There was that voice again. I clapped my hands over my ears when I realized that it sounded like the voice was inside my head.
"Oh God," I thought. "I really am delusional."
"No Alexis," said the voice, "you've merely been placed in a new setting - a new world." A lady appeared in front of my, wearing a long, white dress that sparkled in the light. She had long, blonde hair that was held back by a metal band with a star in the middle. When she bent down to help me stand, I saw that she was wearing a ring on her left and that her ears, uncovered as she bent her head, were pointed.
I gasped. She was an elf. I had read of them before (The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien held much information about their race) but to see one in the flesh was astounding.
"Yes," she said evenly, "I am an elf. My name is Lady Galadriel, Wife of Celeborn, Lady in White of the LothLorien Wood, Highest Lady of Elf-Kind. But you," she smiled a tight-lipped smile, "may call me Galadriel."
"Galadriel…I don't understand. What am I doing here?"
"I know not, child. The gods who protect MiddleEarth feel you shall play an important part in the events to come."
I gasped. "I don't even know where MiddleEarth is…"
"You shall learn, my child. But coming here is not without consequences."
"Consequences?"
"Your presence shall change MiddleEarth and its destiny. The gods have decided that you shall be hindered in journey."
"Hindered?"
"Yes, but only until you discover your true self."
"My true self?"
"Yes child. Now you must go."
"Go? Go where? Wait, Galadriel, I've still got so much to ask you - "
"You will know, Alexis. You will know."
"I will know what? Wait, Galadriel, please - " I was desperate. She couldn't leave - not now. But before I could do or say anything else, she was gone.
"No! Please, come back! Don't leave me here…not alone, not again! Please!" I felt myself becoming dizzy, and I didn't have the strength to hold myself up any longer. I crumpled, crying out in pain as the hard ground rushed up to meet me bruises.
"Please, Galadriel…please come back. I don't want to be alone…please…" I lay on the ground, sobbing and begging for her to come back for awhile before I drifted off into blackness.
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I was trapped…blackness was all around me and there was nowhere to go. Every time I tried to move, a growling noise was made, and I felt a twinge of pain in whatever area of my body (i.e. my arm, my leg, my throat - when I'd tried to call for help, - etc., etc.) that I had tried to move.
The growling was growing louder, and I felt myself trapped under something heavy. It hurt, and I tried to cry out. I found that I could only whimper.
Suddenly, the growling ceased. The heavy thing that was holding me down was gone, and I could move freely, though it hurt to do so. Pain was coursing through my body. I could hear someone or something approaching me, and I cried out in terror. Or, at least, I tried to cry out. The only thing I could do, it seemed, was whimper, no matter how hard I tried.
"Shhh, little one. No one will hurt you now." A comforting voice filled the blackness, and I felt secure in its range.
"What do you thing happened to her?" Another voice filled the blackness, overlapping the first. It was as comforting as the last, and I relished in the comfort that it brought me.
"Wargs, Sam. She was attacked by Wargs." The first voice returned, and I felt myself being lifted. I was wrapped in something soft and warm, and then I knew no more.