Disclaimer- I own nothing from LOTR, all I own is my original character.
The rain pelted on the stained glass
Lights blinding those who chose to watch
Moonlight pouring over ghastly white faces
And then there was black.
"Has she awakened?" A soft voice asked. She listened faintly, trying to make it out.
"I am not sure, my lady?" A different voice called. A gray fog swirled in her mind as she desperately tried to pry her eyes open. Panic took hold once she realized she could not.
Why can I not open my eyes? Why can't I….
Her thoughts trailed off as the pounding in her head grew to an alarming level.
"My lady?" The second voice said again, "Can you hear me?"
Yes, she said in her mind, but all that escaped from her lips was a dull groan.
"An indication she is indeed at least semi-conscious." The first voice said, at least that's what she thought, the voices tended to blend together.
"Should we touch her?" What was that, the second?
"We have to, just get her as far as Mirkwood, take my pack, I'll lift her." She felt another moan escape her throat. She could feel a dull burning rise from her eyelids at another attempt to wrench them open.
"Be still," A voice said which one was beyond recognition for she could feel herself slipping into calm black waters. The burning sensation seemed to temporally subside, and then there was black.
"No!" She screamed, her voice breaking as the squeal of the-
"My lady?" her thoughts were broken by the sweet sound of a familiar voice. After taking a moment to collect herself and fully wake she felt a cool pressure on her eyes.
"What..." she started in a dried out voice, but a finger was held to her lips.
"Drink this," The serene voice said. Before she could protest a cup was held to her lips, followed by a warm, sweet tasting liquid. Her throat felt instantly warmed, and she found her voice again.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"In Mirkwood fair one," The voice answered. Mirkwood, the word seemed strange to her.
"I cannot see!" She exclaimed, reaching up to touch her eyes put feeling a cool cloth instead.
"Your eyes were burned my lady, I am healing them." The voice, which seemed male to her, answered simply. Suddenly she felt gentle hands pick the cloth up from her face. At first she saw nothing, and then images and colors started to blur. After a moment she could see all again. She looked up at the source of the voice, a young man appearing barely over seventeen. His long sun-kissed hair hung down his back in braids of splendor. He had these ice-blue eyes which seemed to chill her more then comfort her.
"Who are you?" She whispered. She took a look at his oddly shaped ears and cried out, "What are you?"
"I am Legolas," The creature said calmly, "What is your name?" She thought for a moment and was alrmed when she couldn't remember.