~*~Kiri's POV~*~ (one hour later)
I awoke and tried to sit up, but then changed my mind when everything started to spin around me. I lay back down and waited for my head to clear and the dizziness to pass, and looked around me. Then I noticed that I was no longer lying on the ground, but on some strangely warm and comfortable mattress. The furnishings were simple but pleasant and the curtains on the windows were closed, so the room was dimly lit.
I noticed that my hand did not seem to pain me much, and when I looked at it I understood why; the bandages were replaced with neatly wrapped clean ones, and some pleasant-smelling dressing had been applied underneath.
As I took these facts in, suddenly memories from the morning rushed into my head, and I realized that Liadriel must have taken me into her home.
Just then, a beautiful female elf glided into the room I was in. "Oh! I'm glad to see that you're finally awake, Kirinde," she said in a strangely worried tone, yet her voice was very melodious. "Your father and I wish to speak with you, if you feel well enough."
I hopped about a foot above the bed, ignoring the ache in my hand, and stared at her. "Wh- what do you mean, 'your father and I'?!?!? Have I been captured by lunatics?!? I- you can't be my MOTHER!!!"
The elf looked startled, but regained her composure quickly. "Now, child," she said rather sternly. "Yes, I am your mother. I'm surprised you hadn't figured it out yet. Didn't you even notice the resemblance between you and Liadriel?"
I gaped at her. "Resemblance? Well, yes, but. how could you be my mother?"
She smiled. "When you were young, you were kidnapped from us by dwarves," she explained. "Now, go get dressed, and come downstairs, your father and I have a lot to talk about with you." She turned and glided out of the room, leaving me to my thoughts. 'My parents? That must mean that Liadriel's my sister?!? And, well. why am I believing all this? It seems too incredible to be true.'
I sat in my bed for over five minutes, trying to convince myself, yet not able to accept the facts. Maybe 'my parents' were just a bunch of lunatics who wanted to use me as slave or something. Maybe they had just invented the story. But, no, it rang true, and it did explain a lot. Like what was I, and Elven child, doing with a bunch of dwarves who treated me as their slaves.
I sighed, stood up, and started dressing. It was almost as if all my dreams of having a real family. had come true.
I awoke and tried to sit up, but then changed my mind when everything started to spin around me. I lay back down and waited for my head to clear and the dizziness to pass, and looked around me. Then I noticed that I was no longer lying on the ground, but on some strangely warm and comfortable mattress. The furnishings were simple but pleasant and the curtains on the windows were closed, so the room was dimly lit.
I noticed that my hand did not seem to pain me much, and when I looked at it I understood why; the bandages were replaced with neatly wrapped clean ones, and some pleasant-smelling dressing had been applied underneath.
As I took these facts in, suddenly memories from the morning rushed into my head, and I realized that Liadriel must have taken me into her home.
Just then, a beautiful female elf glided into the room I was in. "Oh! I'm glad to see that you're finally awake, Kirinde," she said in a strangely worried tone, yet her voice was very melodious. "Your father and I wish to speak with you, if you feel well enough."
I hopped about a foot above the bed, ignoring the ache in my hand, and stared at her. "Wh- what do you mean, 'your father and I'?!?!? Have I been captured by lunatics?!? I- you can't be my MOTHER!!!"
The elf looked startled, but regained her composure quickly. "Now, child," she said rather sternly. "Yes, I am your mother. I'm surprised you hadn't figured it out yet. Didn't you even notice the resemblance between you and Liadriel?"
I gaped at her. "Resemblance? Well, yes, but. how could you be my mother?"
She smiled. "When you were young, you were kidnapped from us by dwarves," she explained. "Now, go get dressed, and come downstairs, your father and I have a lot to talk about with you." She turned and glided out of the room, leaving me to my thoughts. 'My parents? That must mean that Liadriel's my sister?!? And, well. why am I believing all this? It seems too incredible to be true.'
I sat in my bed for over five minutes, trying to convince myself, yet not able to accept the facts. Maybe 'my parents' were just a bunch of lunatics who wanted to use me as slave or something. Maybe they had just invented the story. But, no, it rang true, and it did explain a lot. Like what was I, and Elven child, doing with a bunch of dwarves who treated me as their slaves.
I sighed, stood up, and started dressing. It was almost as if all my dreams of having a real family. had come true.