----------Chapter 2: In Rivendell----------
"Awake nessa elanor*. I think and hope, you will be feeling better now." A beautiful, soft voice broke into my slumber. There was some almost subconscious thought telling me that I ought to wake up for the owner of this voice- but I was so comfortable I just wanted to roll over and go right back to sleep. Finally I forced myself to open my eyes and as soon as I did I found myself staring into the eyes of a very obviously wise man, the only thing that contradicted this assumption was how young he looked. My subconscious mind immediately supplied me with the word elf. I tried to suppress that thought but I knew it was true; no matter how much it frightened me the truth remained that I had been somehow transported, in my sleep, to Middle Earth!
"Who are you? Where am I - what did you call me?"
"Hush pitya minë*. One question at a time." The elf laughed softly. "I will begin by answering your second question which will lead to your first; you are in Rivendell in the house of Elrond, I am Elrond and I called you nessa elanor, or 'young sun-star'. I would like to learn your real name though, if I may?"
"My name is Anwë." I answered with no hesitation, saying the name I had used every time my friends and I played at being elves.
"A beautiful name." Elrond assured me. "But surely that is not what you were called where you came from?" "What do you mean?" I asked surprised. How could he have any idea that I was from a completely different time if not world?
"I believe I am correct when I say you are not from Middle Earth?" Elrond asked.
"I- I am not, b-but how did you know? I mean where I come from we have no idea that there actually are other worlds, do you know here that there are other worlds?"
"I am aware of the fact, I do not know how many others are. But I have certainly never heard of anyone traveling between them." Elrond replied
We sat in silence for a few minutes I let the full effect of our conversation sink in, so I was definitely in another world and I had no idea how to get back to my own world, I didn't know if I even wanted to. I could imagine the headline in the newspaper: "Town mother found dead in her own house yesterday evening, and daughter has disappeared; assumed kidnapped." I shivered it was awful.
"I think maybe if you tell me what happened it might help explain why you were brought here." I jumped; I had forgotten Elrond was in the room with me.
"W- what?" I stammered
"If you would tell me what happened then maybe it would explain why you are here." I drew a deep shuddering breath and told him everything from my father's death to waking up in the middle of the forest where I was found by Aragorn. By the end of I could no longer contain my tears, the sobs ripped out of my throat as though they would take my spirit with them.
"Come pitya minë, it will be alright, come cry all you want do not hold it back." Elrond gathered me into his lap and I sobbed into his shoulder until I had no more tears left in my body and I was completely worn out. I could faintly hear Elrond murmuring elvish into my ear the whole time and although I could not understand what he said it was as though the words were magic, and maybe they were, but they soothed better than anything ever had.
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A little time after I had settled down someone knocked on the door and entered, I was still sitting on Elrond's lap, my face stained with tears so when I turned around Aragorn, for it was he who had entered, apologized quietly and turned to leave.
But Elrond called out, "No, no Aragorn do not leave, I would like to introduce you to Anwë. We have just been talking about past events, come after she dresses you may show her around."
Aragorn smiled, "I would be happy to." Elrond stood, setting me on the ground as he did so, "In the wardrobe you will find all you need for clothing." Elrond told me, "and the door beside your bed leads to the washroom. We will leave you now to get dressed; Aragorn will await you outside your door."
"Thank you" I said quietly, a little uncomfortably too, I was not used to meeting such noble people.
The two men left the room closing the door carefully behind them. As soon as they were gone I crossed the room and opened the doors to the wardrobe, when I saw what was inside I was barely able to contain the gasp that rose from my throat. I had never even dreamed of owning dresses and gowns such as these. Although instead of wearing one of the gowns provided for me I drew out the gown I had woken up in the day before, it had been cleaned and pressed and looked wonderful. I drew the undergown over my head and let it fall billowing around me, then I pulled on the over-dress and moved into the washroom where I washed my face cleaned my teeth and brushed my hair, which had, oddly, gone from untamable frizzy curls to beautiful waist length waves. I was about to leave the room when I realized I had not bothered to put on shoes. I knew I probably didn't have to but I wanted to see the shoes they had given me. I went back to the wardrobe and looked in the bottom, there I found a pair of soft leather boots, some very pliable leather slippers and also some kind of solve for rubbing into sore feet. I decided I wouldn't wear any shoes so I went to the door and opened it finding that it led straight outside onto a kind of terrace above the waterfall. Aragorn was waiting just outside the door; he greeted me with a courteous bow and offered me his arm. I took it and we strolled together talking about Rivendell, about his life and about what I cared to reveal of my former life. He knew that some tragedy had befallen me lately and so did not ask me much about my life except small things, for instance how did I pass my free time? What took up my other time? But although he didn't push it I felt so comfortable with him after a few hours together that I ended up telling him my whole story.
"I'm so sorry Anwë! That's awful." Aragorn exclaimed when I had finished. We were standing beside a large pool that had formed in the river and I was staring across to the other side as I finished. Suddenly just after he spoke I saw a movement on the other shore; "What is that?" I exclaimed. "How would anyone get over there?"
Aragorn looked at me in wonder, "You can see the other shore?"
"It's not that far away." I said "Is it?" I looked up at Aragorn he had a very surprised look on his face.
"I have very good eyesight for a human, and even I cannot make anything definite on the other shore; only elves can see that far." He replied. "But you say you saw something moving?"
I nodded "Yes, it was just the barest flitting of a shadow, but I'm positive it was there."

* this is elvish for "young sun-star" the sun-star is a beautiful flower much loved by the elves. (I will be using this as an affectionate nickname) * this means "small one"