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CHAPTER 2

I was lying on a soft bed. I pulled a cushion closer willing myself to go back to sleep. I had such a nice dream.

This was the first time I had a dream of LOTR. I was a die-hard fan of it and especially Aragorn.

"Wake up, young one," a melodious sounding voice shook me out of my drowsiness.

I opened my eyes and looked at the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my very long life of 14 years… almost 14 years.

She smiled and said, "Drink this child."

I gulped. It wasn't a dream.

Finding my voice, "Why do you people insist on calling me a child, or young one? I have a name, Deeksha."

"Very well, Deeksha." She talked as if she was entertaining a 5-year old. "I assure you, you'll feel better once you drink this."

I drank it one big gulp. It tasted sweet and made feel as if I was ready to take on a marathon.

"What was it?" I asked.

"A simple drink that refreshes you," she said.

I raised an eyebrow as I got out of the bed, stretching. Was that an understatement or what?

I was surprised to find myself in a loose white shirt. I was still wearing my khaki pants though.

"I thought you would be more comfortable wearing this while sleeping," she said.

"Err…thanks," I said.

"Please follow me," she said with a slight beckoning of her finger.

She glided, she actually glided, across the room and out of what I presumed to be a healing room.

(I later found out I was wrong. It was a guest room kind of thing.)

I grew more apprehensive with every step I took. Am I really in Middle-earth? Is that really Lady Galadriel?

Well, she certainly looked like her at least. I truly understand now what the ugly duckling must have felt when he first saw the swans and totally sympathize with him.

Opening a door she gently prodded me inside before gliding in and shutting the door behind her.

My jaw dropped to the floor. We were in a book paradise. Rows and rows of books lined the tall shelves. I swear my mouth started watering. In case you haven't guessed already, meaning you must really be an imbecile, I love reading books.

"Do you enjoy reading, child?" a familiar voice asked.

It was Gandalf.

"Deeksha," I automatically corrected. "And…err…yeah, I do."

I was not very sure whether to fall at his feet and beg for forgiveness for my…past conduct.

" A strange name," another voice commented. "It suits you though."

I was not very sure whether to take it as an insult or not as I swiveled my head and saw an elf (I am not going to go around describing them. They are all tall and beautiful.) smiling at me.

"Lord Celeborn?" I guessed.

"How is it you know our names?" he asked.

"It's a long story," I said.

"Then shorten it," Gandalf said, starting to sound a little impatient. "Haste is a must. I have to leave."

"Well then, can I ask you what time period we are in?" I asked, somehow feeling very confused as to what is going on.

"What do you mean, child? Are you trying to tell us do not know what year this is?" Galadriel asked sounding surprised.

"I mean as in…"

I decide to be blunt.

"Is this before or after the fellowship of the ring?"

Three collective gasps were heard.

"How do you know of such matters?" Gandalf asked gruffly.

"I know a lot of such matters," I said dramatically. "So can you please answer the question?"

"I do not sense any evil in her," Galadriel said as if in a trance.

Gee, thanks. That's good to know.

"Very well," Gandalf said at last. "I shall tell you."

Apparently these people take a long time processing stuff. Well, what can you expect from people who do not know what the Internet is?

"It is during," Gandalf said quietly.

My heart skipped a beat.