Here! I re-wrote this part for ya so Arwen isn't in it, apparently she
wasn't born yet . . . . anyhoooooo
Enjoy!
Chapter Five; Revival
Elrond looked at the girl that lay before him. Sure, she was still alive, but only just. Her breathing was hard and shallow. The little girl's skin was pale, and looked like it had a blue tint to it. Even her lips were white. She had a deadly fever.
When Daeron had brought her in, she was in a really bad condition. The trip had worn her out. It seemed that she only had a few more days to live. Daeron, that brave soul, had not been able to check on the girl's condition. When he had brought the girl in his body had been throbbing with a violent orc poison. The healers had done their best and now none knew if he would live.
Sara had been in Elrond's care for about three days. Her state was deteriorating, and fast. It looked like she didn't have long. Not long at all.
He hoped Galadriel would arrive soon. She would know what to do. Sara was beyond his help now.
A soft knock on the dark brown mahogany door snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Enter," he said. His voice was rather gruff for an elf due to his lack of conversing.
The door slowly opened and a maid stepped inside the room cautiously and curtsied politely at the elven Lord.
"My lord, I bear bad tidings. Daeron. . . Daeron has passed away," she said in a soft voice that all elves had. The tinges of her voice were broken and upset. Elrond bowed his head.
"Thank you." he said quietly, his voice almost failing him. Daeron had been close to him.
"Also, my lord, the Lady Galadriel has just arrived."
Elrond looked up. If one of the travellers had been allowed to slip away in his care, he would not allow it to happen to the girl. He stood up with a determined expression on his naturally grim face.
"Melian, would you keep a watch on Sara for me?" he asked, addressing the servant girl.
The maid nodded and stepped aside so that Elrond could get past the door. He walked out and took once last glance at the small girl.
"If anything should happen, then you must contact me immediately." He instructed.
"Yes my lord," she said and curtsied once last time before closing the door.
*
Elrond walked swiftly to the mains gates of Rivendell to meet Galadriel. Elrond saw her and bowed his heads out of respect.
"How has your journey fared?" Elrond asked politely.
Galadriel nodded, her blond hair shimmering as her head moved.
"Good, but I think we need to hurry. Apparently I have somebody to meet?" she asked, meaning Sara.
"Yes, Lady; I'm glad you have come here at this time. She doesn't have long," Elrond said.
She nodded again.
*
Melian looked around the white decorated room (AN: We've all seen it in the movie! () for something to tidy. It wasn't her fault that she felt this need do so something to improve the state that this room was in. She was a maid after all; and maids were supposed to clean and be clean. At the moment she was a maid that had nothing to do. Bad combination. She wasn't used to this.
Melian sat in her chair and smoothed out invisible creases that were in her grey maid's dress.
"Surely there must be something to do," she muttered, getting rather nervous at the thought of not helping out in the palace.
She got up and went over to the bed, now smoothing out the silky sheet that lay on it.
Melian took a look at Sara.
'Poor girl,' she thought. 'So ill at such a young age. Still only a child. She must only be about fourteen,'
Melian noticed something colouring Sara's pale lips. Blood.
Sara began to cough weakly, almost using up all of her strength. Melian winced when a thin trail trickled out of her lips as she heaved, these weak, rasping coughs racking her whole form.
Melian ran to the door, remembering her orders to look for her lord if anything happened. Running out of her door, she bumped into someone.
"Lord Elrond! I am so sorry," she said quickly. She had never felt so stupid in her life! All her other family that worked in the palace had never managed this!
"But there is something wrong with Sara, and you told me to come and get you if she got worse, and she has so-"
"Quickly, take me to her," Galadriel said.
Before Melian did anything else, she remembered her manners and bowed. Then, she ran to Sara's room, pushing open the door and letting the others past through first out of respect. The sight inside was disturbing.
Sara lay there, still coughing weakly, blood now covering the pillow as the girl had somehow rolled onto her side. She seemed so weak that even this simple movement was too much for her.
Galadriel swept forwards, her long white gown trailing on the polished floor. She leaned close to the girl, watching and listening intently as the girl's chest rose and fell unevenly.
"Do you know what is wrong with her? I, myself, have no idea as to what causes a child to be so ill, and I am a very experienced healer," Elrond said.
Galadriel nodded grimly. "Indeed, she is very ill. Worse than I imagined. It is good fortune that I arrived at this precise moment. Any later, and we would have lost her,"
"What plagues her so? Why is she so sick?" asked Elrond.
Galadriel looked at him with sorrow in her eyes.
"Middle Earth," she said simply.
Elrond's brow furrowed in confusion. Galadriel continued with her diagnosis.
"When she somehow managed to . . . transport into Middle Earth," she began, choosing her words carefully, "Obviously, there would be a great change for her; the different air, the atmosphere would be new to her. But there is such a big change that her body is fighting against it. It seems that the very air itself is poisoning her. Soon it will be too much."
Elrond was taken aback, and his face was sombre.
"How are we to cure her? Is she beyond our help?"
Galadriel thought for a moment.
"No, she is not. I know one way to help her."
Melian had a feeling that this was her cue to make an exit. Swiftly, she stepped outside the room. Elrond feeling the same way did this also. Galadriel needed all the concentration she could get.
Galadriel removed a small dagger from a leather sheath on her silky leg. Its blade glinted softly in the gentle glow of the overhead lamps. She slid it gently along her calloused fingertip, applying a little pressure so as to cut the skin slightly. When the scarlet globule leaked out and began to trickle down her finger, she leaned in close to the dying girl. She reached her shaking, pale hand forward and touched the girl's lips, allowing some of her own blood to enter into the child's body.
"There," Galadriel thought, "Her body now contains Elfish blood. Elfish blood contains the fastest acting of cells, meaning they will grow and multiply in the conditions in the girl's body. Soon, the ratio of Elfish blood to normal blood will be large and she will be more elf than human. She will survive."
With a smile, Galadriel wiped her bloodstained fingertip on the already bloodied sheets, feeling a little lazy and knowing full well that the moment she exited the room the sheets would be changed. Why waste a clean towel? With one last look at the girl, who already seemed to be calming a little, Galadriel left the room, closing the door behind her softly and hearing it click into place. Outside, Elrond and Melian faced her, worried looks across their faces.
"The child will survive. The worst is passed."
*
Sara opened her eyes. Well, at least she tried to. They were already open. She shuddered. Freaky. How the hell did manage to fall asleep with her eyes still open? She must have been tired.
She propped herself up on her elbows. A dull ache was throbbing in her head. She raised her hand to touch the bump that she had on the back of her head. How did she get that?
Sara took the chance to absorb the room that she was in. Yet another strange bed she was laying in. Normally, she would have laughed at anybody else that was in this situation. You know, the whole, 'yet another strange bed thing'? But the fact that it was she in this position, she was rather freaked out.
'Now, are there any advantages of me being here?' she thought, remembering that not only was she in a new bed, but a new world as well.
'Oh, yes,' she thought, dully. 'There is one. Getting out of that detention,'
To be honest with herself, Sara would have rather of done that hour's detention than be sucked into some other dimension. This wasn't cool.
'Talk about getting a whole new excuse,' she pondered, picturing the scene.
'Sir, I couldn't get to your detention because I wasn't in the exact same erm. . . well, world,'
Sara obviously thought that this was some kind of dream, and that she would wake up any moment. So she sat there, still waiting for that buzzing of her alarm clock to go off. None came.
Hot tears welled up in her eyes. Boy was she in a pickle. All she wanted to do was get home and see her family. She hated being away from them. But this was a completely different situation. Not your average 'holiday vacation and leaving your home behind'. Nope. Here, there was no return.
She began to believe that all this was her fault. Maybe, if she hadn't of said that she would do anything to get out of that detention, she wouldn't be hee in the first place. This WAS all her fault. Maybe if she hadn't of even thought that, then she could be sitting down to her meal with the rest of the family that she loved do much.
All the memories came flooding back to her and she sat in the white bed with silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Sara sat like this for a while occasionally sniffing. But then, anger kicked in. She was so frustrated. Why did this have to happen to HER of all people? In anger, she grabbed her pillow and threw it across the room, smashing a 'lovely', well, tacky in Sara's opinion, vase. Oops. The fairies would be onto her. Actually, looking at the pieces that now lay on the ground, it looked quite expensive.
'Okay, time to look at the light in this room now Sara, 'coz when they throw you in the dungeons, there wont be any,' she thought, regretting throwing the pillow.
Right on cue, she heard a light 'pitter patter' of elven shoes walking rapidly up the halls.
'Stupid home made plimsolls, why cant the fairies get real shoes?' she thought bitterly.
The mahogany door flew open, and about ten million elves burst in to the room. Well, no, just three. But Sara had expected a whole army. Well, at least she could fight them off easier so that she didn't have to get locked away. Then she would run far away from this stupid place and lead an escapee's life.
Oh joy.
Two of the elves that had stepped in were males, and one was a female. Sara couldn't help but stare.
'Damn, why were all the men around here so cute?' she thought. She shrugged, trying to stop herself from drooling. 'Must be a fairy thing,' she concluded. Well, maybe she wouldn't run away just yet. She would just stay here in the Stone Age and wait until they had cameras. Then, she would take a quick picture of them all and take them with her when she ran away.
They all seemed to stand there and stare at her until another two people came into the room. Sara both placed them immediately. One was Galadriel, whom had 'visited' her in her dream, and the other she had to conclude was Elrond, because he looked exactly the same in the films as he did here. But obviously, he looked a lot hotter because not even the best make up in the world could make anyone look remotely like an elf. Even old 'Leggy lass', or whatever he's called, was hotter than Orlando Bloom was in the film (if that was even possible).
Elrond seemed to walk straight past the smashed up ornament and smiled at Sara.
"You're awake then," he said in his deep voice.
Sara rolled her eyes. They might be beautiful, but they were as thick as two short planks.
"No," she said, sarcastically.
Elrond turned and looked at the other three elves (obviously that had absolutely no importance in Sara's self centred life what so ever), and told them to leave.
Galadriel floated forwards.
'Great, another blonde bimbo,' Sara thought. 'Only this one floats,'
"How are you feeling?" Galadriel asked, in a smoother than soothe voice. Another thing to add to the 'what marvellous things that fairies can do' list. Speak like angels. Sara just sat and glared.
"Fine," she answered. She stopped and her eyes widened. Oh my gosh. Did she just speak like an angel too? Sara shook her head and put it down to hallucinations. Surely she wasn't an-
"An elf?" Galadriel said for her. Grr, Sara was getting annoyed at the mind reading; spoon bending Blondie over there.
"Yes, you are," she said.
Sara thought that the vase had just smashed over her head instead of open the floor. She wasn't serious, was she? Sara laughed at the thought of her being an elf. Her ears practically burned with fury when her laughter turned out to be a stupid jolly stupid gay laugh. So maybe she was an elf.
"I can't be, I mean, I can't be," she said, repeating the same thing twice.
'I must be, look, I've lost my brains already!' Sara panicked. She breathed out a sigh of relief when something else came to her. 'Phew, I never had a brain in the first place. That was a close one!'
"Don't put yourself down like that, Sara," Galadriel said, almost warningly.
'Yeah, better stop doing that, otherwise she might turn me into a frog or something,' Sara thought to herself. Well at least she would be thinking to HERSELF if the hocus-pocus witch weren't reading her mind as she spoke. How boring and predicable her life must be. She probably wouldn't even raise an eyebrow or shed a tear if someone close to her were to slowly die a painful death.
"OK, prove it. How do you know that I'm an elf?" Sara asked, raising her nose in the air, thinking that she had won her battle. Nope. Not so easy. The whole pointed ears thing gave her away almost at once. Elrond pointed this out. Damn, smart ass elf. She thought they would just um, not notice them. . . ?
She didn't want to be an elf. The fact that she was a normal, rounded eared mortal was the only thing she had left from the other world that she had once lived in. Anyway, how did she manage to be an elf in the first place? Its not just a thing that you wake up one day and you've got. Well, maybe it was in this stupid place. Sara folded her arms across her chest.
"How will I ever get home?" Sara asked aloud.
"You cant," Galadriel said.
Sara felt as though she might as well of died. There was no point in living anymore (duh! Hence the 'she might as well of died!). Well, a big thank you to Galadriel the Dream Wrecker! She felt tears coming back into her eyes again.
'These elves are pretty emotional too,' she thought, not making fun of the anymore because she was one herself. Talk about being a hypocrite. She quickly wiped her tear that had betrayed her by falling down her cheek again.
Sara swung her legs out of bed and walked past Elrond and Galadriel. The both looked at each other worriedly wondering what Sara was doing.
But they needn't have worried. She just went and walked towards a mirror. Surely enough, there were the pointed ears slightly visible through her waist length brown hair with gold streaks through it-
Hold up. Sara didn't order a bleaching kit in Middle Earth. Her hair was never streaked before. What had happened?
Sara screamed when she saw her eyes. They were brown with blue flecks in them. It looked like someone had squirted blue bits of paint in her eyes. Why were they like that?
Elrond asked Galadriel what Sara was screaming about. Galadriel laughed before she answered.
"It appears that some of my eyes and hair have mixed with hers. Because of the blood fusion, my eye and hair colour also got mixed up with hers. Though, it will not affect me. Indeed, it is unusual, but the look suits her," she said, adding another laugh when Sara began touching her face in awe of her reflection.
Sara looked as beautiful and pretty as any other elf maiden in Lothlorien, Mirkwood, or Rivendell would. Obviously, she had more of the Lorien elf's looks. She even had high cheekbones! Her one tanned, rosy face now had perfect, white skin, almost like porcelain.
She turned and looked at the two other elves, her mouth hanging open revealing perfect white teeth.
Elrond spoke first.
"There will be a feast tonight, and if you are recovered enough, you are welcome to come," he said.
Sara nodded, her mouth still hanging open. Elrond turned and left the room, leaving Sara and Galadriel alone together.
Galadriel stayed silent, pondering something. Soon, Sara would also have her powers. But Galadriel could prevent this until Sara's time came to travel to the woodland realm of Galadriel's home. It would be then that Galadriel would explain everything to Sara, including the outcome of what happened today.
"You are to stay in Rivendell until I say otherwise," Galadriel said, planning on what would happen to Sara in the future. She was obviously here for a reason, of which, only time would reveal. In the meanwhile, Sara needed to stay here where it was safe.
She was about to turn to leave, but Sara spoke.
"Will I ever get back home?" she asked weakly.
Galadriel closed her eyes and turned to Sara again.
"I very much doubt that you can," she answered.
"What do you mean by 'very much doubt'?" Sara sked angrily. Why couldn't these elves give her a straight answer? She felt her anger bubbling up even more.
"It means, no," Galadriel replied, finally walking out of the room to leave Sara alone and give her time to think.
'It means no,' Sara heard the word echo in her head. Another tear fell.
"It means no," she whispered to nobody before sinking down to her knees and broke down into unstoppable tears.
Enjoy!
Chapter Five; Revival
Elrond looked at the girl that lay before him. Sure, she was still alive, but only just. Her breathing was hard and shallow. The little girl's skin was pale, and looked like it had a blue tint to it. Even her lips were white. She had a deadly fever.
When Daeron had brought her in, she was in a really bad condition. The trip had worn her out. It seemed that she only had a few more days to live. Daeron, that brave soul, had not been able to check on the girl's condition. When he had brought the girl in his body had been throbbing with a violent orc poison. The healers had done their best and now none knew if he would live.
Sara had been in Elrond's care for about three days. Her state was deteriorating, and fast. It looked like she didn't have long. Not long at all.
He hoped Galadriel would arrive soon. She would know what to do. Sara was beyond his help now.
A soft knock on the dark brown mahogany door snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Enter," he said. His voice was rather gruff for an elf due to his lack of conversing.
The door slowly opened and a maid stepped inside the room cautiously and curtsied politely at the elven Lord.
"My lord, I bear bad tidings. Daeron. . . Daeron has passed away," she said in a soft voice that all elves had. The tinges of her voice were broken and upset. Elrond bowed his head.
"Thank you." he said quietly, his voice almost failing him. Daeron had been close to him.
"Also, my lord, the Lady Galadriel has just arrived."
Elrond looked up. If one of the travellers had been allowed to slip away in his care, he would not allow it to happen to the girl. He stood up with a determined expression on his naturally grim face.
"Melian, would you keep a watch on Sara for me?" he asked, addressing the servant girl.
The maid nodded and stepped aside so that Elrond could get past the door. He walked out and took once last glance at the small girl.
"If anything should happen, then you must contact me immediately." He instructed.
"Yes my lord," she said and curtsied once last time before closing the door.
*
Elrond walked swiftly to the mains gates of Rivendell to meet Galadriel. Elrond saw her and bowed his heads out of respect.
"How has your journey fared?" Elrond asked politely.
Galadriel nodded, her blond hair shimmering as her head moved.
"Good, but I think we need to hurry. Apparently I have somebody to meet?" she asked, meaning Sara.
"Yes, Lady; I'm glad you have come here at this time. She doesn't have long," Elrond said.
She nodded again.
*
Melian looked around the white decorated room (AN: We've all seen it in the movie! () for something to tidy. It wasn't her fault that she felt this need do so something to improve the state that this room was in. She was a maid after all; and maids were supposed to clean and be clean. At the moment she was a maid that had nothing to do. Bad combination. She wasn't used to this.
Melian sat in her chair and smoothed out invisible creases that were in her grey maid's dress.
"Surely there must be something to do," she muttered, getting rather nervous at the thought of not helping out in the palace.
She got up and went over to the bed, now smoothing out the silky sheet that lay on it.
Melian took a look at Sara.
'Poor girl,' she thought. 'So ill at such a young age. Still only a child. She must only be about fourteen,'
Melian noticed something colouring Sara's pale lips. Blood.
Sara began to cough weakly, almost using up all of her strength. Melian winced when a thin trail trickled out of her lips as she heaved, these weak, rasping coughs racking her whole form.
Melian ran to the door, remembering her orders to look for her lord if anything happened. Running out of her door, she bumped into someone.
"Lord Elrond! I am so sorry," she said quickly. She had never felt so stupid in her life! All her other family that worked in the palace had never managed this!
"But there is something wrong with Sara, and you told me to come and get you if she got worse, and she has so-"
"Quickly, take me to her," Galadriel said.
Before Melian did anything else, she remembered her manners and bowed. Then, she ran to Sara's room, pushing open the door and letting the others past through first out of respect. The sight inside was disturbing.
Sara lay there, still coughing weakly, blood now covering the pillow as the girl had somehow rolled onto her side. She seemed so weak that even this simple movement was too much for her.
Galadriel swept forwards, her long white gown trailing on the polished floor. She leaned close to the girl, watching and listening intently as the girl's chest rose and fell unevenly.
"Do you know what is wrong with her? I, myself, have no idea as to what causes a child to be so ill, and I am a very experienced healer," Elrond said.
Galadriel nodded grimly. "Indeed, she is very ill. Worse than I imagined. It is good fortune that I arrived at this precise moment. Any later, and we would have lost her,"
"What plagues her so? Why is she so sick?" asked Elrond.
Galadriel looked at him with sorrow in her eyes.
"Middle Earth," she said simply.
Elrond's brow furrowed in confusion. Galadriel continued with her diagnosis.
"When she somehow managed to . . . transport into Middle Earth," she began, choosing her words carefully, "Obviously, there would be a great change for her; the different air, the atmosphere would be new to her. But there is such a big change that her body is fighting against it. It seems that the very air itself is poisoning her. Soon it will be too much."
Elrond was taken aback, and his face was sombre.
"How are we to cure her? Is she beyond our help?"
Galadriel thought for a moment.
"No, she is not. I know one way to help her."
Melian had a feeling that this was her cue to make an exit. Swiftly, she stepped outside the room. Elrond feeling the same way did this also. Galadriel needed all the concentration she could get.
Galadriel removed a small dagger from a leather sheath on her silky leg. Its blade glinted softly in the gentle glow of the overhead lamps. She slid it gently along her calloused fingertip, applying a little pressure so as to cut the skin slightly. When the scarlet globule leaked out and began to trickle down her finger, she leaned in close to the dying girl. She reached her shaking, pale hand forward and touched the girl's lips, allowing some of her own blood to enter into the child's body.
"There," Galadriel thought, "Her body now contains Elfish blood. Elfish blood contains the fastest acting of cells, meaning they will grow and multiply in the conditions in the girl's body. Soon, the ratio of Elfish blood to normal blood will be large and she will be more elf than human. She will survive."
With a smile, Galadriel wiped her bloodstained fingertip on the already bloodied sheets, feeling a little lazy and knowing full well that the moment she exited the room the sheets would be changed. Why waste a clean towel? With one last look at the girl, who already seemed to be calming a little, Galadriel left the room, closing the door behind her softly and hearing it click into place. Outside, Elrond and Melian faced her, worried looks across their faces.
"The child will survive. The worst is passed."
*
Sara opened her eyes. Well, at least she tried to. They were already open. She shuddered. Freaky. How the hell did manage to fall asleep with her eyes still open? She must have been tired.
She propped herself up on her elbows. A dull ache was throbbing in her head. She raised her hand to touch the bump that she had on the back of her head. How did she get that?
Sara took the chance to absorb the room that she was in. Yet another strange bed she was laying in. Normally, she would have laughed at anybody else that was in this situation. You know, the whole, 'yet another strange bed thing'? But the fact that it was she in this position, she was rather freaked out.
'Now, are there any advantages of me being here?' she thought, remembering that not only was she in a new bed, but a new world as well.
'Oh, yes,' she thought, dully. 'There is one. Getting out of that detention,'
To be honest with herself, Sara would have rather of done that hour's detention than be sucked into some other dimension. This wasn't cool.
'Talk about getting a whole new excuse,' she pondered, picturing the scene.
'Sir, I couldn't get to your detention because I wasn't in the exact same erm. . . well, world,'
Sara obviously thought that this was some kind of dream, and that she would wake up any moment. So she sat there, still waiting for that buzzing of her alarm clock to go off. None came.
Hot tears welled up in her eyes. Boy was she in a pickle. All she wanted to do was get home and see her family. She hated being away from them. But this was a completely different situation. Not your average 'holiday vacation and leaving your home behind'. Nope. Here, there was no return.
She began to believe that all this was her fault. Maybe, if she hadn't of said that she would do anything to get out of that detention, she wouldn't be hee in the first place. This WAS all her fault. Maybe if she hadn't of even thought that, then she could be sitting down to her meal with the rest of the family that she loved do much.
All the memories came flooding back to her and she sat in the white bed with silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Sara sat like this for a while occasionally sniffing. But then, anger kicked in. She was so frustrated. Why did this have to happen to HER of all people? In anger, she grabbed her pillow and threw it across the room, smashing a 'lovely', well, tacky in Sara's opinion, vase. Oops. The fairies would be onto her. Actually, looking at the pieces that now lay on the ground, it looked quite expensive.
'Okay, time to look at the light in this room now Sara, 'coz when they throw you in the dungeons, there wont be any,' she thought, regretting throwing the pillow.
Right on cue, she heard a light 'pitter patter' of elven shoes walking rapidly up the halls.
'Stupid home made plimsolls, why cant the fairies get real shoes?' she thought bitterly.
The mahogany door flew open, and about ten million elves burst in to the room. Well, no, just three. But Sara had expected a whole army. Well, at least she could fight them off easier so that she didn't have to get locked away. Then she would run far away from this stupid place and lead an escapee's life.
Oh joy.
Two of the elves that had stepped in were males, and one was a female. Sara couldn't help but stare.
'Damn, why were all the men around here so cute?' she thought. She shrugged, trying to stop herself from drooling. 'Must be a fairy thing,' she concluded. Well, maybe she wouldn't run away just yet. She would just stay here in the Stone Age and wait until they had cameras. Then, she would take a quick picture of them all and take them with her when she ran away.
They all seemed to stand there and stare at her until another two people came into the room. Sara both placed them immediately. One was Galadriel, whom had 'visited' her in her dream, and the other she had to conclude was Elrond, because he looked exactly the same in the films as he did here. But obviously, he looked a lot hotter because not even the best make up in the world could make anyone look remotely like an elf. Even old 'Leggy lass', or whatever he's called, was hotter than Orlando Bloom was in the film (if that was even possible).
Elrond seemed to walk straight past the smashed up ornament and smiled at Sara.
"You're awake then," he said in his deep voice.
Sara rolled her eyes. They might be beautiful, but they were as thick as two short planks.
"No," she said, sarcastically.
Elrond turned and looked at the other three elves (obviously that had absolutely no importance in Sara's self centred life what so ever), and told them to leave.
Galadriel floated forwards.
'Great, another blonde bimbo,' Sara thought. 'Only this one floats,'
"How are you feeling?" Galadriel asked, in a smoother than soothe voice. Another thing to add to the 'what marvellous things that fairies can do' list. Speak like angels. Sara just sat and glared.
"Fine," she answered. She stopped and her eyes widened. Oh my gosh. Did she just speak like an angel too? Sara shook her head and put it down to hallucinations. Surely she wasn't an-
"An elf?" Galadriel said for her. Grr, Sara was getting annoyed at the mind reading; spoon bending Blondie over there.
"Yes, you are," she said.
Sara thought that the vase had just smashed over her head instead of open the floor. She wasn't serious, was she? Sara laughed at the thought of her being an elf. Her ears practically burned with fury when her laughter turned out to be a stupid jolly stupid gay laugh. So maybe she was an elf.
"I can't be, I mean, I can't be," she said, repeating the same thing twice.
'I must be, look, I've lost my brains already!' Sara panicked. She breathed out a sigh of relief when something else came to her. 'Phew, I never had a brain in the first place. That was a close one!'
"Don't put yourself down like that, Sara," Galadriel said, almost warningly.
'Yeah, better stop doing that, otherwise she might turn me into a frog or something,' Sara thought to herself. Well at least she would be thinking to HERSELF if the hocus-pocus witch weren't reading her mind as she spoke. How boring and predicable her life must be. She probably wouldn't even raise an eyebrow or shed a tear if someone close to her were to slowly die a painful death.
"OK, prove it. How do you know that I'm an elf?" Sara asked, raising her nose in the air, thinking that she had won her battle. Nope. Not so easy. The whole pointed ears thing gave her away almost at once. Elrond pointed this out. Damn, smart ass elf. She thought they would just um, not notice them. . . ?
She didn't want to be an elf. The fact that she was a normal, rounded eared mortal was the only thing she had left from the other world that she had once lived in. Anyway, how did she manage to be an elf in the first place? Its not just a thing that you wake up one day and you've got. Well, maybe it was in this stupid place. Sara folded her arms across her chest.
"How will I ever get home?" Sara asked aloud.
"You cant," Galadriel said.
Sara felt as though she might as well of died. There was no point in living anymore (duh! Hence the 'she might as well of died!). Well, a big thank you to Galadriel the Dream Wrecker! She felt tears coming back into her eyes again.
'These elves are pretty emotional too,' she thought, not making fun of the anymore because she was one herself. Talk about being a hypocrite. She quickly wiped her tear that had betrayed her by falling down her cheek again.
Sara swung her legs out of bed and walked past Elrond and Galadriel. The both looked at each other worriedly wondering what Sara was doing.
But they needn't have worried. She just went and walked towards a mirror. Surely enough, there were the pointed ears slightly visible through her waist length brown hair with gold streaks through it-
Hold up. Sara didn't order a bleaching kit in Middle Earth. Her hair was never streaked before. What had happened?
Sara screamed when she saw her eyes. They were brown with blue flecks in them. It looked like someone had squirted blue bits of paint in her eyes. Why were they like that?
Elrond asked Galadriel what Sara was screaming about. Galadriel laughed before she answered.
"It appears that some of my eyes and hair have mixed with hers. Because of the blood fusion, my eye and hair colour also got mixed up with hers. Though, it will not affect me. Indeed, it is unusual, but the look suits her," she said, adding another laugh when Sara began touching her face in awe of her reflection.
Sara looked as beautiful and pretty as any other elf maiden in Lothlorien, Mirkwood, or Rivendell would. Obviously, she had more of the Lorien elf's looks. She even had high cheekbones! Her one tanned, rosy face now had perfect, white skin, almost like porcelain.
She turned and looked at the two other elves, her mouth hanging open revealing perfect white teeth.
Elrond spoke first.
"There will be a feast tonight, and if you are recovered enough, you are welcome to come," he said.
Sara nodded, her mouth still hanging open. Elrond turned and left the room, leaving Sara and Galadriel alone together.
Galadriel stayed silent, pondering something. Soon, Sara would also have her powers. But Galadriel could prevent this until Sara's time came to travel to the woodland realm of Galadriel's home. It would be then that Galadriel would explain everything to Sara, including the outcome of what happened today.
"You are to stay in Rivendell until I say otherwise," Galadriel said, planning on what would happen to Sara in the future. She was obviously here for a reason, of which, only time would reveal. In the meanwhile, Sara needed to stay here where it was safe.
She was about to turn to leave, but Sara spoke.
"Will I ever get back home?" she asked weakly.
Galadriel closed her eyes and turned to Sara again.
"I very much doubt that you can," she answered.
"What do you mean by 'very much doubt'?" Sara sked angrily. Why couldn't these elves give her a straight answer? She felt her anger bubbling up even more.
"It means, no," Galadriel replied, finally walking out of the room to leave Sara alone and give her time to think.
'It means no,' Sara heard the word echo in her head. Another tear fell.
"It means no," she whispered to nobody before sinking down to her knees and broke down into unstoppable tears.