She woke up yet again, fully rested, yet unusually hungry. She got up, and sat on the bed, looking around and still trying to figure out where she was. She remembered... a strange man. Suddenly she reached over to her left shoulder. 'The pain! It's gone! But I remember it so well, so fully! It couldn't have been a dream...?' her thought trailed off, still trying to remember what had happened. Suddenly it all came back to her. The ugly monsters that were chasing her, her running and hiding for almost a day. She laughed to herself. Her dreams were getting more and more bizarre. She remembered running across an open plain, the things both chasing her she turned around when she didn't hear their loud footsteps, and saw one kneeling with a bow in his hand, but no arrow. She didn't have time to think it through, for a sharp pain had already come in her shoulder, and she collapsed. The last thing she remembered was a faint yell from a nearby man.
She realized that her hand was still resting on her shoulder, but there was no pain whatsoever there. It must have been a dream. No, it couldn't have been. She heard a noise behind her and jumped around, still sitting, but nearly falling off the cot. It was that man again. The one who had put the stuff on her shoulder that healed her. She had never seen his face, but she knew it was him. Where did she remember him from? She stared at him wide eyed, but not afraid.
"Who are you, and where am I?" She choked, surprised at the own sound of her voice. It had changed, it was the same sound, but more bold, more demanding than she meant, and yet seemed to know exactly what it was doing.
"I am Elrond, and you are in Rivendell. Now, who are you, and where are you from?" He said just as clearly as last he had spoken to her. He already knew the answer, but he just wanted to see if she did. He watched as she turned her head back facing the opposite direction as him and softly declared, "I... don't know."
Sighing deeply he looked at his feet and left. It was true. The memories all came back. His face was paler and more stretched than usual.
"Wait!" She called, and walked briskly after him. He stopped, and turned his head slightly so that an open ear faced her.
She stumbled slightly, not knowing what to say. "Who-Wha-" She stopped and started rubbing her forehead. Sighing she decided that questions weren't exactly what she was looking for, but she was still dizzy from being so weak and couldn't concentrate on what it really was she wanted.
Elrond turned around and asked,"Are you, by chance, hungry? Being as you haven't eaten for at the least two days, one would consider..."
That was it. She was hungry. "Yes." She said in another one of her strange voices that was certain of what it was doing. He nearly smiled, for the first time since he lost the one thing that he had loved most. She reminded him of it greatly, yes. The only difference was her thick, brown hair. Other than that, she looked exactly like her mother.
She realized that her hand was still resting on her shoulder, but there was no pain whatsoever there. It must have been a dream. No, it couldn't have been. She heard a noise behind her and jumped around, still sitting, but nearly falling off the cot. It was that man again. The one who had put the stuff on her shoulder that healed her. She had never seen his face, but she knew it was him. Where did she remember him from? She stared at him wide eyed, but not afraid.
"Who are you, and where am I?" She choked, surprised at the own sound of her voice. It had changed, it was the same sound, but more bold, more demanding than she meant, and yet seemed to know exactly what it was doing.
"I am Elrond, and you are in Rivendell. Now, who are you, and where are you from?" He said just as clearly as last he had spoken to her. He already knew the answer, but he just wanted to see if she did. He watched as she turned her head back facing the opposite direction as him and softly declared, "I... don't know."
Sighing deeply he looked at his feet and left. It was true. The memories all came back. His face was paler and more stretched than usual.
"Wait!" She called, and walked briskly after him. He stopped, and turned his head slightly so that an open ear faced her.
She stumbled slightly, not knowing what to say. "Who-Wha-" She stopped and started rubbing her forehead. Sighing she decided that questions weren't exactly what she was looking for, but she was still dizzy from being so weak and couldn't concentrate on what it really was she wanted.
Elrond turned around and asked,"Are you, by chance, hungry? Being as you haven't eaten for at the least two days, one would consider..."
That was it. She was hungry. "Yes." She said in another one of her strange voices that was certain of what it was doing. He nearly smiled, for the first time since he lost the one thing that he had loved most. She reminded him of it greatly, yes. The only difference was her thick, brown hair. Other than that, she looked exactly like her mother.