The Truth About Arda
Disclaimer - I am not Tolkien, nor will I ever be as great as he. I am merely playing with his characters in hopes of getting a few points across about Arda, a.k.a. Middle Earth.
A/N - This is a serious fic. Please feel free to criticize my mistakes in canon, writing, spelling, grammar, usage, or life. :o) Also, this is a Girl-Falls-Into-Middle-Earth fic, so feel free to grumble about how cliched the plot is, about how the OC is a Mary Sue, etc.
Flames are welcome, seeing as I'm going on a camping trip and they can be used to toast marshmallows. ^-^
She landed with a thump, a bump, and a roll. The thump was from the initial landing. The bump was from standing suddenly and hitting her head on a branch, and the roll was from tripping over a stone and going flying down the small incline that she was on now.
"Drat!" She cursed, picking herself off the ground and rubbing at her head. "Where am I?"
The tall trees surrounding her did not answer, instead, a voice began to chatter angrily as a tall greyed eyed being leading a white horse appeared.
He (she assumed the figure before her was male, even if his hair was longer than hers) said something to her again in a language that she did not understand. The lilting tone in his voice made her assume it was a question.
She shook her head, hoping that he would understand what she meant by such a gesture.
An anxious look crossed his face as he asked his question again, this time in a different language. Again she shook her head, unable to comprehend what he was inquiring of her.
"I don't understand. I'm sorry - English is the only language I speak." She said slowly, enunciating every word.
He frowned, and said something new.
This time, she was able to catch one of the words he spoke. "Westron?" She asked.
He answered her in the same strange tongue, nodding all while he spoke.
A terrifying thought crossed her mind. "Arda?" She inquired, fiercely hoping that he would say no.
The figure nodded again, looking happier this time. "Arda," he confirmed.
She sighed, defeated, and squeezed her eyes shut tight to hold back the tears. All of her hope of still being on Earth was gone. "I'm in Arda," she thought, suddenly afraid, though she had not been the entire time that the being was speaking to her. "I'm in Arda, I can't make myself understood, and I don't know how to get back."
"Elda?" She asked the figure before her. Elf?
He nodded. "Elda. Glorfindel." He replied, pointing to himself.
"Glorfindel!" She exclaimed, as realization struck her. "Imladris?"
He - the elf - nodded.
She sucked in her breath. "Anna," she said, hands on her chest. She gestured at him, then at the horse and the surrounding trees. "Glorfindel. Asfaloth. Imladris."
A look of recognition slowly entered his features. "An-na. Imladris," he said, adding another few words, in elvish, she thought, and motioning for her to follow him on foot.
He led her to a rocky overhand, and pointed to the land below. "Imladris," he informed her happily. "Elrond Peredhel."
She took a deep breath, and tried to remain calm. "Anna," she said, and gestured down at the valley bellow. "Elrond Peredhel. Take me to him."
If Glorfindel was confused, he did not let it show - rather, he began to lead her down the path to Rivendell.
Relieved that she had been understood, and hoping that she would not be imprisoned on the basis that she was a stranger, Anna followed him.
A/N - Please review, flame, criticize, etc., and tell me what you think of this thus far.
Disclaimer - I am not Tolkien, nor will I ever be as great as he. I am merely playing with his characters in hopes of getting a few points across about Arda, a.k.a. Middle Earth.
A/N - This is a serious fic. Please feel free to criticize my mistakes in canon, writing, spelling, grammar, usage, or life. :o) Also, this is a Girl-Falls-Into-Middle-Earth fic, so feel free to grumble about how cliched the plot is, about how the OC is a Mary Sue, etc.
Flames are welcome, seeing as I'm going on a camping trip and they can be used to toast marshmallows. ^-^
She landed with a thump, a bump, and a roll. The thump was from the initial landing. The bump was from standing suddenly and hitting her head on a branch, and the roll was from tripping over a stone and going flying down the small incline that she was on now.
"Drat!" She cursed, picking herself off the ground and rubbing at her head. "Where am I?"
The tall trees surrounding her did not answer, instead, a voice began to chatter angrily as a tall greyed eyed being leading a white horse appeared.
He (she assumed the figure before her was male, even if his hair was longer than hers) said something to her again in a language that she did not understand. The lilting tone in his voice made her assume it was a question.
She shook her head, hoping that he would understand what she meant by such a gesture.
An anxious look crossed his face as he asked his question again, this time in a different language. Again she shook her head, unable to comprehend what he was inquiring of her.
"I don't understand. I'm sorry - English is the only language I speak." She said slowly, enunciating every word.
He frowned, and said something new.
This time, she was able to catch one of the words he spoke. "Westron?" She asked.
He answered her in the same strange tongue, nodding all while he spoke.
A terrifying thought crossed her mind. "Arda?" She inquired, fiercely hoping that he would say no.
The figure nodded again, looking happier this time. "Arda," he confirmed.
She sighed, defeated, and squeezed her eyes shut tight to hold back the tears. All of her hope of still being on Earth was gone. "I'm in Arda," she thought, suddenly afraid, though she had not been the entire time that the being was speaking to her. "I'm in Arda, I can't make myself understood, and I don't know how to get back."
"Elda?" She asked the figure before her. Elf?
He nodded. "Elda. Glorfindel." He replied, pointing to himself.
"Glorfindel!" She exclaimed, as realization struck her. "Imladris?"
He - the elf - nodded.
She sucked in her breath. "Anna," she said, hands on her chest. She gestured at him, then at the horse and the surrounding trees. "Glorfindel. Asfaloth. Imladris."
A look of recognition slowly entered his features. "An-na. Imladris," he said, adding another few words, in elvish, she thought, and motioning for her to follow him on foot.
He led her to a rocky overhand, and pointed to the land below. "Imladris," he informed her happily. "Elrond Peredhel."
She took a deep breath, and tried to remain calm. "Anna," she said, and gestured down at the valley bellow. "Elrond Peredhel. Take me to him."
If Glorfindel was confused, he did not let it show - rather, he began to lead her down the path to Rivendell.
Relieved that she had been understood, and hoping that she would not be imprisoned on the basis that she was a stranger, Anna followed him.
A/N - Please review, flame, criticize, etc., and tell me what you think of this thus far.