Disclamier: You know how it goes...

Wow... it's been awhile. Here's another chapter!

Not Right In The Head

This time when I woke up I was not in the forest anymore instead I was in an extremely comfortable bed.

"I've got to stop doing that." I said to myself. This was the second time in two days that I had passed out and woken up in an unfamiliar place. "Were the heck am I?"

"Mirkwood." A voice said.

I turned to see it's owner and wasn't all that surprised to see elf boy.

"Mirkwood? As in middle Earth? That Mirkwood?" I said uneasily. I was familiar with the Lord of the Rings trilogy I had read them for my English class.

"Yes, I don't know of any others." He replied rather confused.

"Middle Earth?" I asked again I couldn't quite believe what he was telling me. I barely even knew this guy and he was telling me I was in Middle Earth. I had a right to be suspicious.

"Yes." He said with an odd look on his face.

*Great* I thought *now he thinks I am weird and retarded*

I looked around taking in my surroundings. The room was decorated with an air of elegance. There were light green drapes pulled back from the large rectangular windows that seemed to overlook a large forest. *probably the same forest I was in before* I thought. I turned my head to the right and saw an ornate desk. It had sheets of cream paper on it along with a quill pen. On my left was a door that most likely led to another room. The bed I was lying in had green sheets of varying colors. It was a room fit for a king.

Finally my eyes came to rest on my own body. I was wearing a white flowing dress that resembled a nightgown.

"Why am I not wearing my clothes?" I asked eyeing him suspiciously.

"Ah... ah... I did not... umm undress you if that's what you are asking." He seemed rather uncomfortable under my accusing stare.

"That's great... but where are my clothes." I said inwardly laughing at his flustered expression.

"Right here." He said as he lifted them off a nearby chair and handed me them.

"If you don't mind." I said motioning to the door.

"Of course." He said, "If you need any assistance I will make sure someone is outside the door."

"Thanks..." I said unsure if this was a good or bad thing.

He left almost running out the door. I sure had a way of making people uncomfortable. As I pulled the nightgown over my head I saw for the first time the bandages wrapped around my torso. That's when I realized what had hit me. Some retarded person... or elf had shot me in the back with an arrow.

"Just great." I muttered to myself examining the wound. It had healed a lot faster then was humanly possible. "Interesting." I said making a mental note to find out how the elves had managed that.

I got my clothes on and was glad to see that they were all there. I would have been beyond pissed if some goody-goody elf had misplaced even a sock. I sat down on the bed and was surprised to see that along with being ridiculously comfortable and soft it was also very bouncy. I suddenly got a great idea. I pulled myself up unto the bed careful not to pull open a wound. I stood up looking around to make sure there weren't any other elves hiding in the woodwork. Then I started bouncing on the bed slowly at first to see if it could withstand my weight. Finally satisfied I started jumping. I was sent flying to the ceiling and then swiftly brought down by gravity. (a little science lesson there...lol) It was an adrenaline rush I hadn't had for so long. It must have been at least 6 years since I had jumped on a bed. I must have been making quite a racket because all of a sudden Legolas rushed through the door. His sudden action cased me to loose my momentum and the silk sheets slipped out from under my feet and I was sent flying backwards unto my back.

*~~~~~~Legolas' Point of View (POV)~~~~~~*

"Oh my!" I exclaimed as I rushed toward the wounded girl who had just fallen flat on her back. I was preparing myself for the worse. A broken bone, a re-opened wound, or maybe she was unconscious again was all I could think of. I leaned over her. Her body was convulsing in an odd manner. My first thought was that she was having a seizure but as I looked closer I realized she was... laughing? She was hysterically laughing. She could have killed herself. *Just what I need* he thought *she must be not right in the head*

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