Chapter Three: The Lord and the Lady
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The minutes crawled by as she tried to lull herself to sleep. Aila sung a little bit to soothe her nerves about leaving her home, but her voice was never beautiful and she found several notes she could not hit, which frustrated her further.
After a few more hours of mere wakefullness, Aila finally drifted off to sleep in the darkness, her mind clouded with dreams she would never remember.
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Her luminescent clock read 1:43 when Aila's eyes opened groggily, her throat thirsting for water. Reluctantly, the teen swung her legs off the edge of her bed and stood up, stretching her arms upward towards her twirling fan-blades. Eyes half open, she began to walk towards her door, but her foot caught on something hard and heavy. Twisting her arms rapidly, Aila remembered too late the cardboard boxes that littered her bedroom floor. To her horror, she saw that she was going to fall against the mirror, which would break the beautiful creation. However, she did not scream, but her eyes closed in horror and pain soon to be felt as she felt against the mirror and broken glass dug into her softly tanned skin. Though when she fell, she did not feel broken glass at all, but a hard wooden floor and she lay on that floor, curled up into a ball of shock.
A scream sounded a few feet away from her. Aila's eyelids lifted, allowing her to see a woman screaming at the top of her lungs. She did not recognize this place at all and when the woman completed her scream, Aila screamed herself, high-pitched and horror-struck. Immediately, the strange woman screamed again, but Aila did not scream a second time. She curled up and sat on the floor, clutching her shins protectively close to her, wondering where she was.
Guards who were obviously outside the woman's room ran into the scene of chaos. Aila looked up at them in horror and surprise.
"Where am I?" she asked one of the tall guards, both of whom were blonde. "Who are you?"
"The question is, Lady, who are you?" The guard, obviously being able to tell she meant absolutely no harm, grasped her forearm and hoisted her up into a standing position. Aila stood there in her pajamas, not quite sure what to do. She had no idea how she got there or where she was or who they were.
"I ... I'm Aila Mannings, and I have no idea where I am or how I got here ..." She ran her words into each other as she spoke, once starting not able to stop, "sir." Her ROTC training kicked in and she gave the proper respects, which helped in every situation.
"You are in Rivendell, Lady Aila, in the room of Lady Arwen, daughter of Lord Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. You have no idea how you got here?"
"No, sir."
"Come," said the woman, who must have been Arwen. "We must speak with my father."
...
The minutes crawled by as she tried to lull herself to sleep. Aila sung a little bit to soothe her nerves about leaving her home, but her voice was never beautiful and she found several notes she could not hit, which frustrated her further.
After a few more hours of mere wakefullness, Aila finally drifted off to sleep in the darkness, her mind clouded with dreams she would never remember.
...
Her luminescent clock read 1:43 when Aila's eyes opened groggily, her throat thirsting for water. Reluctantly, the teen swung her legs off the edge of her bed and stood up, stretching her arms upward towards her twirling fan-blades. Eyes half open, she began to walk towards her door, but her foot caught on something hard and heavy. Twisting her arms rapidly, Aila remembered too late the cardboard boxes that littered her bedroom floor. To her horror, she saw that she was going to fall against the mirror, which would break the beautiful creation. However, she did not scream, but her eyes closed in horror and pain soon to be felt as she felt against the mirror and broken glass dug into her softly tanned skin. Though when she fell, she did not feel broken glass at all, but a hard wooden floor and she lay on that floor, curled up into a ball of shock.
A scream sounded a few feet away from her. Aila's eyelids lifted, allowing her to see a woman screaming at the top of her lungs. She did not recognize this place at all and when the woman completed her scream, Aila screamed herself, high-pitched and horror-struck. Immediately, the strange woman screamed again, but Aila did not scream a second time. She curled up and sat on the floor, clutching her shins protectively close to her, wondering where she was.
Guards who were obviously outside the woman's room ran into the scene of chaos. Aila looked up at them in horror and surprise.
"Where am I?" she asked one of the tall guards, both of whom were blonde. "Who are you?"
"The question is, Lady, who are you?" The guard, obviously being able to tell she meant absolutely no harm, grasped her forearm and hoisted her up into a standing position. Aila stood there in her pajamas, not quite sure what to do. She had no idea how she got there or where she was or who they were.
"I ... I'm Aila Mannings, and I have no idea where I am or how I got here ..." She ran her words into each other as she spoke, once starting not able to stop, "sir." Her ROTC training kicked in and she gave the proper respects, which helped in every situation.
"You are in Rivendell, Lady Aila, in the room of Lady Arwen, daughter of Lord Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. You have no idea how you got here?"
"No, sir."
"Come," said the woman, who must have been Arwen. "We must speak with my father."