Break Away

A/N: OMG! I really want to apologize for not updating as soon as I wanted. Lotsa writer's block. And I've have to enlarge pics of tarot cards for mama, and I've had to send in lessons 5-7 to the Art Institutions, so I've had that to work on. But I promise to all of my wonderful readers that I will try my hardest to update more often. Normal disclaimers apply, sorry, forgot to put that in on chapter one. For all my Dreamsprite readers, never fear, I'll try to update that story as well. It might not be the same day, but it will be soon. You can count on that!

: :Who Do You Think You're Fooling?: :

Darkness continued to swirl around in my mind, even as I tried to open my eyes. But, to no avail, I was too tired to try. My ears did pick up the faintest of conversation at my bedside before the impending blackness overwhelmed me again. Actually, it was more like bits of sentences.

"...who is she..."

"...injuries...serious..."

"...possibility of revenge..."

"...but...who could do this...so young..."

"...yes...a child..."

Lord Elrond, Gandalf, and Arwen were crowded around the bedside of the mystery girl that had yet to awaken. After much arguments, the group from outside were let in the Healing Room, all of them crowded around the bed as if the Lady of the Wood had suffered a concussion.

"What could have happened to her, Gandalf?" Aragorn asked with worry evident in his voice as he laid a comforting hand on Arwen's shoulder.

"There is no way of knowing until she regains consciousness. Even then, she may be reluctant to give any information away about her injuries, for fear that she might be hunted down again."

Elladan propped himself up on his elbows from the vacant bed beside the girl's. "Sounds to me like you could read her mind just then, Gandalf."

Gandalf raised a white brow at him. "As you know, I cannot read minds. I was only assuming the possibility that it could happen."

Elladan was about to make a remark, but Elrohir slapped a hand over his mouth, earning a short-lived glare. The sound of a girls' whimpers and tossing in the bed had caught the attention of everyone. Her breathing was till heavy, which meant that she was in a deep sleep, but her tossing and turning made it seem like she was trying to wake up from a bad dream. She eventually stopped her movements and settled back into dreams.

"That was...strange. Do you think she's reliving the torment that she's been through, Ada?" Arwen asked.

"I cannot say. But I do have a feeling that when she wakes up, she's going to want revenge."

"How can you tell, Ada?" Elrohir asked, his hand still over his twin's mouth.

Elrond shook his head. "It is something within her soul that tells me so. She has a fighting spirit, otherwise how would she have made it so far with such serious injuries?"

No one spoke after that statement. No one knew a reply that sounded logical.

Arwen took one of the girl's hands in both of her own as she sat down in a chair beside the bed. It disturbed her to no end that someone or something could do this to a person, but it frightened her further that they could do such a thing to a young woman and not feel regret. She cleared her mind of these thoughts, trying her best to block out all of the possibilities that came to mind in the situation the girl was put in. She kept telling herself that when the girl awakened, and when she was ready she would tell the tale. It brought tears to her eyes when she considered that this girl might not wake up again.

"So young...she looks so young...how could someone do this to her?" she whispered.

"It will be alright, Arwen. She will be fine. Remember that your father is very skilled in Even healing methods. He has seen to it that her injuries are taken care of." Aragorn assured her, seeing her lack of movement.

"Aragorn is right. Maybe we just need to relax. She will come to in time. When she does, though, I don't think that she would appreciate a group of strangers gathered around her bed staring down at her." Gandalf said with a chuckle, ushering everyone back away from the bedside.

"FUCKING HELL!!!!!!" I swore, sitting up so fast in the bed that it was a wonder that my head didn't pull a Beetlejuice. It hurt so much. I guess that it was because I had been sleeping for so long. Wait, how long have I been sleeping? My thoughts were cut short as I just took in the fact that I was surrounded by a bunch of people. Ok, I'm in a hospital...of some sort...

"Such language coming from a Lady. I have never heard such a word in all of my lifetime," a chuckling old man with long white hair and beard smiling down at me. "It would seem to me that the child has woken up."

Child?! Well, I guess compared to him that I'm a child, but come on, I'm 23 years old for Christ's sake!

"This is no time to make jokes, Mithrandir. She is in a land that is foreign to her, so I am not surprised that she would be startled by her surroundings since she has not been awake for a week." An older man wearing burgundy robes approached the man he called "Mithrandir." His hair was long and dark, with different strands pulled back from his face that gave notice to pointed ears. Pointed ears?! What the hell?! Waitaminute...he said I was asleep for how long?!

"Uh...excuse me, did I hear you right? Have I been asleep for THAT long? And who are you guys? And just where the heck am I and am I able to get back home?"

It wasn't until I got a closer look that I realized that: 1) I might not get home. 2) These people were dressed like the characters from Tolkien's books,. 3) They couldn't be the actors from the movies...I'm just not that lucky. 4) I am sooo screwed right about now.

"My name is Lord Elrond, Elf Lord of Rivendell. This is Gandalf the White. Those are my sons Elladan and Elrohir, and my daughter Arwen. That is Aragorn, the new King of Gondor, Eowyn and Eomer of Rohan, Gimli son of Gloin, and Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. By the door is Faramir, son of Denethor, the once steward of Gondor with the Hobbits Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin of the Shire. You are in the Healing Room of the Palace of Gondor. As for your return home, I cannot say if that is possible because we do not know from where you come. The guards at the gate brought you to us. Now, if you please, we would like to know how you acquired these injuries, Arlene Harris."

"Alright, I guess that an explanation is due. I was sitting in my bedroom on October 30, typing on my laptop when I go a phone call. I went to answer it and no one said anything at first. Then some one said that Arlene Harris had a message for me from the hereafter. I told them that was impossible because I was still alive. Then someone from behind me said that wouldn't last for long. Before I knew it, I was attacked by five grotesque looking guys, like they were orcs that survived a nuclear winter or something. Anyway, I was kicked, punched, cut, stabbed, had just about everything done to me but rape. After stabbing me in the shoulder and pinning me to the floor, they left me to die. Once I was sure that they were gone, I removed the knife from my shoulder and attempted to call 911. But then everything went black before I could state my emergency. When I woke up, I was lying on the side of the road not far from here. I slung my bags over my somewhat good shoulder and hauled myself here, looking for medical help. I met the guards at the gate, and I was only able to give them my name before I passed out again. Guess it was from the lack of blood. But anyways, that's all I know."

I looked around at everyone and seen that the woman called Arwen was crying. She was still holding my hand as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. "How terrible," was all that she could say.

"You have no idea." I replied.

Well? How was it? Good? Bad? Tel me, tell me, tell me! I wanna know! I wanted I to be longer, but I had to cut it short if I wanted to get it out today. Anyways, read and review and hugs to all that do! Elfbrat18