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of that stuff that you don't recognize, it's mine. The rest belongs to
Tolkien.
Chapter Two
Ali woke up later that afternoon and got up out of bed. She was surprised to see a woman in her room cleaning and straightening up.
"Who the heck are you? All these people-they keep popping up out of nowhere," Ali stared at the woman.
The woman stopped her work and curtsied slightly. "I beg your pardon for intruding, miss. My name's Larien. I work here and was requested to help get you dressed as soon as you awoke."
"You don't need to apologize, Larien. It's just really.stressful to wake up and you're not in your own country," Ali stated.
"Of course, miss. I hope I'm not rude in asking, but where are you from?" Larien asked.
"I'm from the United States," Ali said.
Larien looked confused. "The United States? Is there even such a thing? I didn't know there was a United States in Middle Earth."
"I wouldn't think so. The United States is.far away from here," Ali concluded. She was beginning to believe she was going nuts. But everybody kept saying this was Middle Earth.Ali didn't know what to think. Maybe she WAS in Middle Earth. Just wait until her friends heard this, they wouldn't believe that she somehow fell into Middle Earth.
"Well, miss, I suppose you want to get dressed and look around," Larien said.
Ali nodded. "I suppose so. There's nothing better to do. And anyways, I don't want to stay cooped up in this room."
Soon Ali was dressed in a grayish-blue dress that fit her perfectly. "It's beautiful," she exclaimed, twirling around once.
"Yes, it is. It looks good on you. It was a little hard to find a dress to match your height, mellon (friend), but we managed it," Larien said proudly.
"Mellon? What does 'mellon' mean?" Ali asked.
"Oh, that's right. Not everybody knows how to speak Elvish. It means 'friend' in the Common Tongue," Larien said. "There's Elves here?" Ali asked faintly.
"Why of course, Miss Ali. Rivendell is an Elvish, after all. Didn't you know?" Larien asked?
"Perhaps." Ali stated. "Well, thank you for your time and kindness, Larien."
"The pleasure was mine, Miss Ali. I hope we will meet again."
"I hope so. Well, goodbye."
"Namaarie," Larien said, smiling.
Ali cocked her head. "Translation, please."
"Farewell."
Ali smiled at Larien and walked out the room. When Ali walked out of the room, her mouth just about hit the floor. So this is Rivendell, the Elven city that Lord Elrond rules, if I remember the first movie rightly enough Ali thought, smiling to herself. She liked it already.
Ali found her way out of the building with the help of a few people she suspected were Elves and started walking around. It was so beautiful here, and so neat. Ali wondered how they did it.
"Pippin, you idiot, you're going to run into her!" a voice called out.
Ali quickly turned around and the next thing she knew she was sprawled flat on her back with a person who looked no more than a young boy on top of her.
"Oof-sorry," the so-called Pippin said and rolled off of Ali.
"Completely all right, young master," stated Ali sitting up, feeling a little winded.
Soon another about the same age of Pippin appeared in front of Ali, holding a hand out to help her up. Ali took it and stood.
"Sorry about that, but Pippin is such a klutz sometimes," the young boy said. "Oh, I'm sorry, we haven't introduced ourselves properly. My name is Meriadoc Brandybuck, but call me Merry for short," Merry stated.
"And I'm Peregrin Took. But you can call me Pippin, or even Pip," Pippin said, following suit of Merry.
"Alexandria Wimund. But everybody calls me Ali. It's a pleasure to meet you two..boys," Ali stated.
"We're not exactly boys. We're in our thirties. Well, almost. Pippin here's twenty-nine. But he's still a child to the Shire folk," Merry exclaimed.
Ali nodded. "I see."
"You must be hobbits. I've heard about your kind before," Ali said, to be on the safe side. After all, she DID here about them.in a movie.
"Yes. Are you a hobbit? You're short enough, though not many hobbits these days reach your height," Pippin said.
"No, I'm not a hobbit. I'm just a plain human wondering how in heck I got here in Middle Earth," Ali said.
"How could you not be? You're here, no?" Merry asked.
Ali sighed and nodded. Why not agree with them? They wouldn't understand that she was from somewhere that they haven't even heard of before.
"Merry, Pippin, quit badgering the poor girl. She just woke up, after all," a voice said.
Ali turned around and was met with a tall, handsome man with long brown hair; grayish-green eyes and a kind smile on his face.
"Sorry, Master Aragorn, but Pip kind of ran into her and we've been talking ever since," Merry explained.
"I understand, Merry," Aragorn turned to Ali. "Miss Ali, Lord Elrond would like to see you. It's about your well-being here."
It seems like everybody wants to see me, considering everybody's popping up out of nowhere Ali thought, but followed after Aragorn.
"Why are hobbits doing here in Rivendell, if this is an Elvish city?" Ali asked as they walked.
"Well, Merry and Pippin, and two others that you haven't met yet named Frodo and Sam arrived here several days ago with me. Frodo was injured by the Nazgul while bearing the Ring of Power here. Frodo woke up a several days ago, on October the 24th. Then just only yesterday, we had a meeting on how to destroy the One Ring. A Fellowship of nine is going to head towards the land of Mordor to destroy it, seeing it's the only place where it can be undone. We'll be setting out tomorrow," Aragorn explained.
"I see. And who's in this Fellowship?" Ali asked, trying to keep up with Aragorn's long strides.
"Myself, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Sam, Gandalf, Boromir, Gimili, and Legolas," Aragorn said.
"Is Gandalf that really old man, with a long gray beard?"
Aragorn nodded. "That's right."
"I met him when I first woke up, that's why I was asking." Ali pointed out.
"Ah." The two of them fell silent for the rest of the way. Soon they came into a room. At first Ali couldn't see anyone save for mounds of books and maps. Then a figure stepped out from around the corner.
"I thought I heard someone here. Ah, you brought her, Aragorn. Thank you, you may leave."
Aragorn bowed slightly and left the room. The other man watched him leave and turned back to Ali.
"Ah, Mistress Ali, welcome. My name is Elrond, lord of Rivendell. I wanted to have a word with you once you awoke. Pray be seated."
A/n: Sorry I stopped abruptly. But it the chapter was getting long enough and I don't think it would be cool to read one long chapter. I know it's probably sounding a little funky and a little childish from some young kid (I'm not a young kid, btw, I'm a teenager), but it'll get better, hopefully. But I hope against hope you liked it, lol. Please review, it'll make me feel better. I'll shut up now.
Chapter Two
Ali woke up later that afternoon and got up out of bed. She was surprised to see a woman in her room cleaning and straightening up.
"Who the heck are you? All these people-they keep popping up out of nowhere," Ali stared at the woman.
The woman stopped her work and curtsied slightly. "I beg your pardon for intruding, miss. My name's Larien. I work here and was requested to help get you dressed as soon as you awoke."
"You don't need to apologize, Larien. It's just really.stressful to wake up and you're not in your own country," Ali stated.
"Of course, miss. I hope I'm not rude in asking, but where are you from?" Larien asked.
"I'm from the United States," Ali said.
Larien looked confused. "The United States? Is there even such a thing? I didn't know there was a United States in Middle Earth."
"I wouldn't think so. The United States is.far away from here," Ali concluded. She was beginning to believe she was going nuts. But everybody kept saying this was Middle Earth.Ali didn't know what to think. Maybe she WAS in Middle Earth. Just wait until her friends heard this, they wouldn't believe that she somehow fell into Middle Earth.
"Well, miss, I suppose you want to get dressed and look around," Larien said.
Ali nodded. "I suppose so. There's nothing better to do. And anyways, I don't want to stay cooped up in this room."
Soon Ali was dressed in a grayish-blue dress that fit her perfectly. "It's beautiful," she exclaimed, twirling around once.
"Yes, it is. It looks good on you. It was a little hard to find a dress to match your height, mellon (friend), but we managed it," Larien said proudly.
"Mellon? What does 'mellon' mean?" Ali asked.
"Oh, that's right. Not everybody knows how to speak Elvish. It means 'friend' in the Common Tongue," Larien said. "There's Elves here?" Ali asked faintly.
"Why of course, Miss Ali. Rivendell is an Elvish, after all. Didn't you know?" Larien asked?
"Perhaps." Ali stated. "Well, thank you for your time and kindness, Larien."
"The pleasure was mine, Miss Ali. I hope we will meet again."
"I hope so. Well, goodbye."
"Namaarie," Larien said, smiling.
Ali cocked her head. "Translation, please."
"Farewell."
Ali smiled at Larien and walked out the room. When Ali walked out of the room, her mouth just about hit the floor. So this is Rivendell, the Elven city that Lord Elrond rules, if I remember the first movie rightly enough Ali thought, smiling to herself. She liked it already.
Ali found her way out of the building with the help of a few people she suspected were Elves and started walking around. It was so beautiful here, and so neat. Ali wondered how they did it.
"Pippin, you idiot, you're going to run into her!" a voice called out.
Ali quickly turned around and the next thing she knew she was sprawled flat on her back with a person who looked no more than a young boy on top of her.
"Oof-sorry," the so-called Pippin said and rolled off of Ali.
"Completely all right, young master," stated Ali sitting up, feeling a little winded.
Soon another about the same age of Pippin appeared in front of Ali, holding a hand out to help her up. Ali took it and stood.
"Sorry about that, but Pippin is such a klutz sometimes," the young boy said. "Oh, I'm sorry, we haven't introduced ourselves properly. My name is Meriadoc Brandybuck, but call me Merry for short," Merry stated.
"And I'm Peregrin Took. But you can call me Pippin, or even Pip," Pippin said, following suit of Merry.
"Alexandria Wimund. But everybody calls me Ali. It's a pleasure to meet you two..boys," Ali stated.
"We're not exactly boys. We're in our thirties. Well, almost. Pippin here's twenty-nine. But he's still a child to the Shire folk," Merry exclaimed.
Ali nodded. "I see."
"You must be hobbits. I've heard about your kind before," Ali said, to be on the safe side. After all, she DID here about them.in a movie.
"Yes. Are you a hobbit? You're short enough, though not many hobbits these days reach your height," Pippin said.
"No, I'm not a hobbit. I'm just a plain human wondering how in heck I got here in Middle Earth," Ali said.
"How could you not be? You're here, no?" Merry asked.
Ali sighed and nodded. Why not agree with them? They wouldn't understand that she was from somewhere that they haven't even heard of before.
"Merry, Pippin, quit badgering the poor girl. She just woke up, after all," a voice said.
Ali turned around and was met with a tall, handsome man with long brown hair; grayish-green eyes and a kind smile on his face.
"Sorry, Master Aragorn, but Pip kind of ran into her and we've been talking ever since," Merry explained.
"I understand, Merry," Aragorn turned to Ali. "Miss Ali, Lord Elrond would like to see you. It's about your well-being here."
It seems like everybody wants to see me, considering everybody's popping up out of nowhere Ali thought, but followed after Aragorn.
"Why are hobbits doing here in Rivendell, if this is an Elvish city?" Ali asked as they walked.
"Well, Merry and Pippin, and two others that you haven't met yet named Frodo and Sam arrived here several days ago with me. Frodo was injured by the Nazgul while bearing the Ring of Power here. Frodo woke up a several days ago, on October the 24th. Then just only yesterday, we had a meeting on how to destroy the One Ring. A Fellowship of nine is going to head towards the land of Mordor to destroy it, seeing it's the only place where it can be undone. We'll be setting out tomorrow," Aragorn explained.
"I see. And who's in this Fellowship?" Ali asked, trying to keep up with Aragorn's long strides.
"Myself, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Sam, Gandalf, Boromir, Gimili, and Legolas," Aragorn said.
"Is Gandalf that really old man, with a long gray beard?"
Aragorn nodded. "That's right."
"I met him when I first woke up, that's why I was asking." Ali pointed out.
"Ah." The two of them fell silent for the rest of the way. Soon they came into a room. At first Ali couldn't see anyone save for mounds of books and maps. Then a figure stepped out from around the corner.
"I thought I heard someone here. Ah, you brought her, Aragorn. Thank you, you may leave."
Aragorn bowed slightly and left the room. The other man watched him leave and turned back to Ali.
"Ah, Mistress Ali, welcome. My name is Elrond, lord of Rivendell. I wanted to have a word with you once you awoke. Pray be seated."
A/n: Sorry I stopped abruptly. But it the chapter was getting long enough and I don't think it would be cool to read one long chapter. I know it's probably sounding a little funky and a little childish from some young kid (I'm not a young kid, btw, I'm a teenager), but it'll get better, hopefully. But I hope against hope you liked it, lol. Please review, it'll make me feel better. I'll shut up now.
