Chapter 2: Just A Dream
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It was an Elf, a real Elf! Never in Laura's wildest imagination did she think such a being truly existed. Kneeling beside the unconscious form, her mind began to wander into the realms of fantasy books she had read throughout her high school years. But each time she kept coming back to Tolkien, but why?
Suddenly, a thought struck her. The Elf's face, his beautiful features, the outfit, the hair, and even the small leaf pendant that held together his cloak. It was him, she could not believe her eyes.
"Legolas..." Laura whispered, knowing that it had to be.
He had to be the Elven Prince of the Fellowship!
Checking his pulse, she found it very weak and his breathing shallow, but never-the-less, he was alive.
His tightly closed eyes flickered for a moment and the women held her breath. They turned to slits and stared back at Laura, blue beyond the waves of the sea.
"Mithrandir... I Balrog a Yrchs... I govannas, ar..." but just as quickly as he had sprung to life, the Elf passed into darkness once more.
Laura's mind raced, she searched every bit of knowledge she had ever gathered on Elves and their language. But, in the end, she realized that her struggling mind was not helping the situation and both she and the Elf were getting soaked.
"I'm sorry." She said, hoisting the Elf's limp, and unbroken, arm over her shoulder and pulling him, somewhat, to his feet.
After twenty minutes of struggling through the brush and blinding rain, Laura and the Elf managed to get into the safety of her cabin.
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Immediately, the women laid the unconscious form atop her own bed, thinking only that he should get out of his wet clothes before he catch a cold. Of course, in the back of her mind she thought, 'Elves don't catch colds. They don't get sick.' But she then remembered that this came from a book, she didn't know if it were true or not.
Moments later, she had lain the Elf in bed, covered by thick warm blankets. Fetching a towel, a small bowl of water, and some bandages from the bathroom, Laura appeared in the doorway and set to work.
It didn't take long for her to clean his cuts and scraps, but the head wound looked as if it needed stitches. But she wasn't a doctor and decided to leave it be for the time. A splint was easy enough to make, once the woman had found some sticks on the back porch to use.
Leaning back in the chair, Laura sighed in relief. Secretly, she hoped the Elf would awaken and tell her who he was and where he came from. Though she doubted it would be very believable.
A thought struck her and she quickly rushed to her study. Technically, it wasn't truly a study at all but a collection of fantasy books. Movie posters lined the wall that did not have a book shelf and in front of it was a collection of DVDs. Her computer sat snugly in the corner, along with a printer, scanner, fax machine, telephone, and numerous other technological gadgets. She lived in the middle of nowhere yes, but she wasn't out of touch with the day and age.
Remembering the Elf's words when he had awoken, the first one struck her as odd.
"Mithrandir..." she whispered, "I know I've heard that name before, I know it!"
Snapping her fingers, Laura smiled, "Gandalf! That was his other name." She glanced back to the room across from the study at the sleeping Elf, "This is unreal."
The next words reminded her of something dark and shadowy. "The Balrog! The Balrog of Moria!" The women said in surprise, realizing that this Elf may indeed be who she thought, "And the Yrchs are what Elves call Orcs!"
But the last part of the sentence was strange to her and, being the techno geek she was, Laura immediately went to her computer.
E-L-V-I-S-H D-I-C-T-I-O-N-A-R-Y
She typed and within seconds was rewarded with page after page of results.
" I govannas ar..." Laura repeated to herself, scanning through the different web sites her computer had brought up. Finally, after about ten minutes of searching, the woman nearly fell from her chair.
"T... The Fellowship!" She shook her head, "He... he said, 'The Fellowship, they...' I don't believe it!"
Standing, the chair Laura had been sitting in crashed to the ground. She looked to the wall of posters, seeing one from when The Two Towers had come out, one that her dear friend had given her as a Christmas gift. It was of none other than Legolas, the very Elf whom slept in the next room. But how?!
"It's impossible! It was just a movie! They picked a very handsome man to play the part, no doubt about that, but that's all it was... a part... he played a part! And..." Her hands shook, it was unreal, "And now he's real. Flesh and... and blood..."
Laura took a deep breath and decided that she indeed needed a second opinion. Walking into her bedroom, she pulled out a digital camera and took a quick picture of the sleeping Elf. With a speed like no other, the woman had righted the computer chair once more and, after loading the picture onto the computer, e-mailed it immediately to her best friend.
Of course, as impatient as she was, Laura was not about to wait for that friend to check her e-mail and quickly dialed her number.
"Hello?" came a rather tired voice over the other end of the phone.
"Hey Amy, what's up?"
"Nothing much, just trying to get some sleep." She replied.
Laura laughed, "You stay up reading fan fiction again?"
"Uhhhh huh."
She quickly lowered her voice, "Then I need you to get on your computer again and check your e-mail."
"Ash, it's 2 am here. Can't it wait until tomorrow?"
"No!" Laura noticed that her friend used a shortened form of her middle name, something most people called her.
"Fine..."
There was a pause of silence, a few clicks of the keyboard and the mouse, then a sigh, "You woke me up to show me a picture of Legolas. Are you deranged?!"
"Listen to me. That... that's no ordinary picture. Who's bed is that?"
Another moment of silence, "It looks a lot like yours."
"And who's room is that?"
"There's no way!"
Laura smiled, "I was out practicing archery and, well... you can see for yourself. He just kinda fell out of the sky, all broken and bruised and bleeding so I brought him in. But he woke up before I could move him and said some words in Elvish. When I got back to the house I recognized most of them. He talked of Gandalf, the Balrog, Orcs, and the Fellowship."
"Oh my gosh..." her friend was in a state of shock.
"I know, it's too bizarre. But look, I'm going to need a favor. Do a little research on Tolkien, find out where he got most of his info. The Elvish is the same, it's Sindarin! Can you believe it?!"
Amy stopped for a moment, "Is he going to be alright?"
There was a sigh from Laura before she spoke again, "I think so. He... he's hurt pretty bad and with the storm, I can't call in a doctor, not yet anyway. Besides, I don't want to freak him out or anything."
"Ash, when he steps into your computer room he's going to have a heart attack!"
Laura winced, "I know I know. I'll just have to keep it locked."
"Alright, I'll get on the research first thing in the morning. Call me after he wakes up, I want to know if he'll be alright."
"I will."
"Laters."
"Laters."
Laura hung up the phone. Even her best friend agreed with her now, so it wasn't her own imagination. Legolas was real and Middle-Earth was real.
But it felt like just a dream...
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Disclaimer: Refer to chapter 1 for this.
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Okay, I know that this is a crappy spot to leave, since there's been hardly anything in here about Legolas yet, but never fear! He'll be waking up in the next chapter and boy, is he in for a shock. I can't wait till I can write the scene where he watches himself on DVD!
HAHAHA!
That's just a taste of what's too come.
Find out in the next chapter if our Elven hero is alright, what Amy finds out, and if Laura (also known as Ashley) can pull herself away from her thoughts on the books to actually learn from someone who was there!
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Reviews:
Meggie-S: A bit unusual you say, perhaps... It's far more out there than my other story (Natha Dhagga Thiar: They Will All Die!). I suppose I'm trying to make the character have some substance, the original one I mean. She's kinda like me and her friend's actually my best bud! I can actually see ourselves haveing a conversation like this, knowing my strange mind. But thanks!
Tinkerclaire: Don't worry, I intend to write more. I would never leave anyone without letting them know the ending first. I do that a lot when writing on my own, but with you guys reviewing and reading it, I feel obligated to finish! Thanks!
