Untitled
By Penpunk
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is recognizable from any Tolkien book.
Chapter 2: The Past is Gone
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Kat awoke to dampness and cold. And pain. Her body was on fire with a tingling pain that before, had been so intense, she slipped thankfully into unconsciousness.
What the hell was going on?
Kat still a lingering feeling of nausea in her throat and stomach and a heavy pounding in her head. Slowly, she started regaining her senses. She was on her back on the ground outside somewhere. The dampness of the grass she was resting on had seeped through her clothes. The morning sun . . . wait, morning? Had she spent the whole night here?
As her eyes began to focus more, she realized she was where she last remembered being but the question was why she still was here? Aside from the normal forest sounds, Kat could hear the sound of hoof beats. She strained to lift herself off the ground but soon discovered that such quick movements were accompanied by great pain. Instead, she settled herself back onto the ground, hoping that the horsemen would see her. The hoof beats were extremely close and Kat decided to get the riders' attention by yelling but instead of her voice, a raspy, gurgling sound emitted itself from her mouth. It was painful to both her throat and ears. Kate noted that, although she was disorientated and in pain, her hearing seemed to be her leading sense at the moment. She could even hear what she thought were the horsemen talking to each other.
" . . . My friend, we are still miles from Imladris, yet you seem to be growing more and more anxious," said the first man.
"She is going to be there," answered the second man. "I believe I have a reason to be apprehensive."
"Who? I'm afraid you need to be a bit more specific."
The second man sighed deeply.
"You know who . . . don't do me the displeasure of having to utter her name."
"Alright, alright," said the other laughing slightly.
Kat frowned. The men talked in a manner unfamiliar to her but she understood every word. She grew nervous as the hooves drew nearer, and despite her protesting brain, she grew deathly still. She prayed hat they wouldn't pass, leaving her unnoticed.
After a moment or two, there was a sudden cry of discovery and the sound of two men dismounting from their horses. Kat slowly opened her eyes. Two tall men came into view. Both were clad in green and brown, though their garb was old fashioned. 'They looked like Robin Hood's merry men,' mused Kat in her mind. One of their more striking features was their long blonde hair that fell softly over their broad shoulders. One of them bent down closer to her, enabling Kat to note his features more closely. He had striking blue eyes, much like her own, and long side locks that draped in front of this pointed ears. Pointed ears? What was this guy? Where in the bloody universe was she supposed to be?
"My Lady?" said the man softly as he reached down and shook Kat gently on the shoulder. Even the softness of his touch caused her to recoil with pain. "Come Legolas. Help me get her up."
Legolas strode over to the man and grabbed Kat's other arm. She hissed in pain as they sat her up. Kat closed her eyes but opened them as the pain subsided slightly. She looked down at her own body and almost cried out. No longer was she clothed in her black sweater and blue jeans. Instead, she had a long flowing dress of midnight blue silk. It was beaded with intricate designs of silver.
'What the hell is going on?' Kat asked herself once again. She was in the forest, in some strange dress, being helped by two men with pointed ears. Her head grew heavy with all that she was taking in. The first man was speaking to her rapidly but she had no idea what he was trying to communicate to her. Kat's mind became clouded and she decided to let herself pass out, hoping that when she woke up, she would be back in her old clothes and hopefully in her own universe.
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Kat was severely disappointed when she regained her consciousness. Not only was she again in pain, but also she was in a strange bed, in a strange room, and again in strange clothes. She was now wearing a cream silk shift with gold embroidered edges.
The bed she was resting in was huge, as was the room. The room was light and airy. Kat noted that the airiness was due to the fact there were more windows than walls. Kat couldn't help but be in awe of the beautiful room. The sun cast a warm orange glow into the room, bathing the white linens and walls in golden light. A gentle breeze blew through the room and Kat could see and hear the leaves on the trees being moved by the wind.
Kat would have been able to enjoy the beauty of the scene if it hadn't been for the fact that she had no idea where she was. Her musings were interrupted when a dark and elegant looking woman walked hurriedly into her room, though her feet made no sound on the stone floor.
"My Lady, I hope you are faring better this afternoon," she said as she dropped gracefully into a chair beside Kat's bed. Kat understood the woman but the words were not familiar. She sounded much like the two men from earlier. It was as if she had an interpreter in her brain.
"Lord Elrond has been inquiring about you," continued the girl. "He is worried and knows not was ails you. Do not fret my Lady. We have someone who may be able to help you. He is one of the greatest healers in Middle- earth."
Kat froze. Lord Elrond? Middle-earth? The same Middle-earth created by Tolkien?
Kat decided she had waited patiently enough and now she wanted answers. If this were some dream, a well-asked question would certainly wake her up. If it wasn't a dream . . . no, she wasn't going to think about that possibility. She opened her mouth to speak, only to be met by the same painful gurgling noise.
"Hush my Lady," said the woman as she laid a hand on Kat's arm. She leaned forward with a smile, some of her dark hair falling into her face, revealing that she too had pointed ears. The woman stood up. "Would you like something to drink? Water?"
Kat nodded. The woman smiled and turned and left the room as quietly as she came in. Kat was left alone with her thoughts. The woman said she was in Middle-earth. Lord Elrond. Pointed ears. Which would make the three people she had encountered so far elves. Kat reached over and grabbed the skin on the back of her hand. She twisted, pulled, and pinched it until she had broken the skin. She slowly drew her hand away and pulled back the sheets of her over-sized bed. Underneath the loose shift, she saw her own slender body. She was still herself at least.
Kat dropped her head into her hands as she sighed deeply and fought back tears. 'Why the bloody hell am I here?' She removed her head from her hands and muffled a cry of surprise. Instead of a canopy of light blonde locks hanging in her face, her hair was jet black and long. How had she missed that? Kat scooped up her new longer and thicker hair and tucked it behind her ears. She froze again.
Oh my God.
She had pointed ears. Elf ears. Kat slowly traced the outline of her now elongated, leaf-shaped ears. She was an elf.
Not only was she not in her own clothes, bed, or universe, she wasn't even in her own body.
Bloody hell.
Tinuviel re-entered the room . . . wait, how did she know that? Like a sudden wave, information began to flood from her mind from source within. She knew Tinuviel was a close friend of hers, and she, Katherine Wellington, was actually Elenril, an elf. She was in Rivendell, in Middle- earth.
Bloody hell.
Tinuviel set the water on a table next to Elenril . . . no, Kat. I am Kat.
No, the "other" said.
I am, Kat told the "other."
Agreed, said the voice. You are both.
Both?
Both.
Kat shook her head. No, not possible. Right? All of a sudden, she felt overwhelmed and frustrated. Middle-earth was make-believe, not real. Right? This was all a dream.
"Then why can't you wake up?" asked the other.
"Maybe I fell and now I'm in a coma," answered Kat. She shook her head. That had to be it. Only a brain injury would prompt her to talk to herself.
"Whatever you want to believe," replied the other.
"Shut up."
Kat was brought back to reality when two men entered her room. Both were tall and regal looking with black hair and dark green eyes. Both also had pointed ears. 'Oh goody, more elves.' From what she could remember from the books, Kat knew that Elves were immortal and didn't age, but one elf man looked younger than the other. The younger man sat on the edge of her bed and grasped her hand in his. Kat searched her "other" mind for memories or clues to who this man was but none came to mind.
"Elenril, are you feeling better? What sickness this must be to befall upon an immortal being," the man squeezed her hand lovingly as he spoke. At the moment, Tinuviel re-entered and walked over, laying a hand on the man's shoulder.
"Do not worry Carandil. Your sister will be well in no time."
Ah, this was her older brother, Carandil. Kat thanked the "other" for not providing that knowledge ahead of time. She returned the squeeze of his hand and looked into his eyes, smiling. He, however, did not return the gesture. Instead, his mouth dropped open, eyes wide in shock.
"Dear Eru, Elenril. Your eyes!" exclaimed Carandil.
What about her eyes? Did she have three of them or something? Tinuviel must have seen the confused look on Kat's face as she walked out of the room and back again with a mirror. She held it in front of Kat's face. Kat, expecting something horrible, was relieved when she saw a person almost like herself looking back. It seemed that Kat had slid onto the skin of the real Elenril like a suit. She could see her own features through the unfamiliar skin: her full lips, her straight nose, and her squared jaw line. The most familiar feature of all was her eyes. Her crystalline blue eyes looked even bluer now that very dark, thick lashes framed them.
"My dear sister," said Carandil as he drew her gaze to his. He must have noticed the absence of shock on her face. "Do you know why your eyes, which were of the darkest green, are now as blue as glaciers on the highest mountain?"
Kat shook her head. She didn't even know why she was here in the first place, much less why she had kept her eye color through the transformation.
The second elf that had appeared with her brother suddenly spoke up. The "other" identified him as Elrond, Lord of Rivendell.
"Elenril, it is good to see you awake, for you have slept for more than three days now. Most unnatural for an elf," he paused as he took a seat in the chair nest to her bed. "Unfortunately, I know not what ails you. Even though I have been known to be a great healer, this is beyond what I can heal. There is another more powerful than I in the ways of Elven medicine and I will transport you there once you have regained your strength."
"Where is that Lord Elrond?" asked Carandil.
"King Thranduil of Mirkwood," replied Elrond.
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Legolas walked slowly down the hall on his way to see Elrond. Legolas was only in Imladris on account of accompanying his friend Galarien to the elf city. His stay had been most unusual so far. On the journey to Imladris, he and his companion had come across a fallen she-elf. 'And with my luck,' mused Legolas, 'it had to be her.' He grumbled to himself as he continued on. He came to a huge door and knocked on it. It opened and Legolas walked into the room. Elrond closed the door behind his guest.
"Legolas, thank you for agreeing to this meeting," said Elrond as he walked in front of a great window overlooking all of Rivendell.
"We that come from Mirkwood are always willing to serve, Lord Elrond," said Legolas as he bowed to the elder elf. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"First of all, I'd like to thank you for helping Lady Elenril."
Legolas inwardly winced at the sound of her name. Outwardly, he put on his best face of indifference.
"No thanks are needed. Just helping a fellow elf."
Elrond eyed Legolas suspiciously but said nothing.
"So I am right to assume that you wouldn't mind escorting her back to Mirkwood?"
Legolas started to answer but his voice failed him. Elrond smiled slightly.
"Legolas, I am aware of your history with Lady Elenril, but I am afraid her situation is dire. Never have the elves had to experience sickness but I can give no other explanation for Lady Elenril's situation."
"Sickness?" asked Legolas, regaining his voice. "What do you mean?"
"Do you remember the condition Elenril was in when you found her?"
Legolas thought for a moment. He really hadn't paid much attention to the she-elf when they came across her in the forest. He had been in too much surprise and resurfaced rage to care. For some reason, though, she did not seem like herself.
"She wasn't quite her normal self, I guess," said Legolas.
Elrond nodded. "When she arrived with Galarien and yourself, she did not recognize anyone. She has slept for three days. She has slept in the manner of humans."
"Humans? With her eyes closed? She did that shortly after we found her."
"Yes, she only woke up about an hour ago."
"Is this all that ails her?"
"No. You are aware of the appearance of Elenril, are you not?"
"Yes."
"So you know that her eyes were like that of her brothers."
"A dark green like that of the very shadows of Mirkwood," Legolas paused after he uttered these words. He had said those words before and to think of that time brought him great pain and anger.
"Yes, but no longer. When she woke, her eyes were as blue as yours."
"Blue?"
Elrond's face grew puzzled.
"Yes, blue. I must admit, I know nothing of this, whatever it is."
"What can I do to help?" Legolas said reluctantly.
Elrond smiled.
"Take her to your father. He can help her. I have never had any doubt of his healing capabilities."
Legolas solemnly nodded.
"It will be done."
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Kat, after a light elven meal and a bath, felt almost human again, but alas, after looking in a mirror, she realized she was still an elf. Tinuviel had helped her get cleaned and dressed, since she was still weak from her little ordeal. The gown she was in now was indigo blue and like all the others, silk and flowing. She really hated dresses. She was never one to wear tight fitting clothes or anything that showed her legs or cleavage but it seemed as an elf, she had no choice.
After Tinuviel left to attend to other business, Kat occupied her time by walking around the giant room, taking in the sight of the beautiful landscape before her. When she had been in her own time, it was summer, but here in Rivendell, autumn seemed to be in full bloom. Kat was intoxicated by the feel of the warm sun and the smell of the trees and air around her.
"Too bad this is all a dream," thought Kat to herself.
"Just keep telling yourself that," said the other.
Kat was about to refute herself when the sound of someone clearing his throat interrupted her. She turned around and was met by one of the elves she had encountered. When she had encountered him, she could not remember.
"My Lady," he said in an unusually cold tone. His voice sparked a familiarity in Kat and she recognized him as one of the elves that found her in the forest. "We meet again."
Kat looked at him but did nothing. What was his name? She consulted the other. Legolas Greenleaf. Another of Tolkien's characters. Kat tried to get more from the other but it seemed to contain no emotional memories from Elenril's life.
"What? No greeting in return? That is not very courteous, Elenril," said Legolas in chilling tone.
What was this guy's problem? What did she ever do to him? Kat didn't feel that he deserved an explanation when he used that tone with her but she decided to enlighten him. She opened her mouth to speak, but it was more of a yell, and the sounds that came from her throat were torture on the sensitive ears of the elf. Legolas grimaced and covered his pointed ears until Kat quieted.
"Lord Elrond did not inform me of your lose of voice," said Legolas, his tone still as cold. Kat shrugged slightly and turned her back to him, trying to hide from the incriminating gaze he was using on her. "I am not here on pleasure business, I can assure you."
Kat turned slightly and met the elf's cold gaze. He seemed to have something against Elenril. She looked at him with a glare but softened it as she saw it had no affect on him. She turned back around, a little hurt from the way this stranger was treating her. She could hear Legolas mumbling angrily to himself.
"I am not here to talk about old times or to rescue you from another episode. I am here to take notes on your condition so that my father can prepare for your arrival," Legolas strode over to a chair next to the bed that she had been resting in and took out a piece of parchment and a quill. "I do not wish to have to watch you amble around the room. If you could be so kind as to sit down, I can make this quick and painless for both of us."
Kat complied and sat down on the bed, in front of the blonde elf.
"Since you cannot speak, a simple nod or shake will do or you can write your answer on this," Legolas handed her a piece of parchment and a quill. He filled his quill and wrote a few words before looking up and Kat. "Do you know where you are?"
Kat nodded and wrote "Rivendell." The language in which she wrote in came naturally and she could understand it, yet it was as unfamiliar to her as everything else she had encountered.
"Have you had any strange dreams?"
Kat didn't answer right away. Did being here count? Slowly, the hope that this was some kind of dream or coma, faded away. It was too real for Kat not to believe. She shook her head. Legolas scribbled down some more notes.
"Do your eyes feel different?"
Kat again shook her head. A string of questions along similar lines continued for a while before Legolas scribble the last of his notes. He grabbed his supplies and stood up to leave, but Kat grabbed his forearm, desperate to know why this man disliked her so much. Legolas recoiled at her touch.
"Leave me alone, Elenril. I am no longer interested in your cruel games. I do not know why you cannot speak or why your eyes are a different color but I am beyond caring. The past is gone- only out of respect for Lord Elrond and your people are I doing this. Take your hand from me."
Kat snatched back her hand and clasped it tightly in her lap. This man genuinely hated her. She looked up at his blue eyes once more. Even as he finished the angry words that apparently Elenril would have understood, Kat could sense him softening as he looked into her eyes.
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penpunk
By Penpunk
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is recognizable from any Tolkien book.
Chapter 2: The Past is Gone
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Kat awoke to dampness and cold. And pain. Her body was on fire with a tingling pain that before, had been so intense, she slipped thankfully into unconsciousness.
What the hell was going on?
Kat still a lingering feeling of nausea in her throat and stomach and a heavy pounding in her head. Slowly, she started regaining her senses. She was on her back on the ground outside somewhere. The dampness of the grass she was resting on had seeped through her clothes. The morning sun . . . wait, morning? Had she spent the whole night here?
As her eyes began to focus more, she realized she was where she last remembered being but the question was why she still was here? Aside from the normal forest sounds, Kat could hear the sound of hoof beats. She strained to lift herself off the ground but soon discovered that such quick movements were accompanied by great pain. Instead, she settled herself back onto the ground, hoping that the horsemen would see her. The hoof beats were extremely close and Kat decided to get the riders' attention by yelling but instead of her voice, a raspy, gurgling sound emitted itself from her mouth. It was painful to both her throat and ears. Kate noted that, although she was disorientated and in pain, her hearing seemed to be her leading sense at the moment. She could even hear what she thought were the horsemen talking to each other.
" . . . My friend, we are still miles from Imladris, yet you seem to be growing more and more anxious," said the first man.
"She is going to be there," answered the second man. "I believe I have a reason to be apprehensive."
"Who? I'm afraid you need to be a bit more specific."
The second man sighed deeply.
"You know who . . . don't do me the displeasure of having to utter her name."
"Alright, alright," said the other laughing slightly.
Kat frowned. The men talked in a manner unfamiliar to her but she understood every word. She grew nervous as the hooves drew nearer, and despite her protesting brain, she grew deathly still. She prayed hat they wouldn't pass, leaving her unnoticed.
After a moment or two, there was a sudden cry of discovery and the sound of two men dismounting from their horses. Kat slowly opened her eyes. Two tall men came into view. Both were clad in green and brown, though their garb was old fashioned. 'They looked like Robin Hood's merry men,' mused Kat in her mind. One of their more striking features was their long blonde hair that fell softly over their broad shoulders. One of them bent down closer to her, enabling Kat to note his features more closely. He had striking blue eyes, much like her own, and long side locks that draped in front of this pointed ears. Pointed ears? What was this guy? Where in the bloody universe was she supposed to be?
"My Lady?" said the man softly as he reached down and shook Kat gently on the shoulder. Even the softness of his touch caused her to recoil with pain. "Come Legolas. Help me get her up."
Legolas strode over to the man and grabbed Kat's other arm. She hissed in pain as they sat her up. Kat closed her eyes but opened them as the pain subsided slightly. She looked down at her own body and almost cried out. No longer was she clothed in her black sweater and blue jeans. Instead, she had a long flowing dress of midnight blue silk. It was beaded with intricate designs of silver.
'What the hell is going on?' Kat asked herself once again. She was in the forest, in some strange dress, being helped by two men with pointed ears. Her head grew heavy with all that she was taking in. The first man was speaking to her rapidly but she had no idea what he was trying to communicate to her. Kat's mind became clouded and she decided to let herself pass out, hoping that when she woke up, she would be back in her old clothes and hopefully in her own universe.
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Kat was severely disappointed when she regained her consciousness. Not only was she again in pain, but also she was in a strange bed, in a strange room, and again in strange clothes. She was now wearing a cream silk shift with gold embroidered edges.
The bed she was resting in was huge, as was the room. The room was light and airy. Kat noted that the airiness was due to the fact there were more windows than walls. Kat couldn't help but be in awe of the beautiful room. The sun cast a warm orange glow into the room, bathing the white linens and walls in golden light. A gentle breeze blew through the room and Kat could see and hear the leaves on the trees being moved by the wind.
Kat would have been able to enjoy the beauty of the scene if it hadn't been for the fact that she had no idea where she was. Her musings were interrupted when a dark and elegant looking woman walked hurriedly into her room, though her feet made no sound on the stone floor.
"My Lady, I hope you are faring better this afternoon," she said as she dropped gracefully into a chair beside Kat's bed. Kat understood the woman but the words were not familiar. She sounded much like the two men from earlier. It was as if she had an interpreter in her brain.
"Lord Elrond has been inquiring about you," continued the girl. "He is worried and knows not was ails you. Do not fret my Lady. We have someone who may be able to help you. He is one of the greatest healers in Middle- earth."
Kat froze. Lord Elrond? Middle-earth? The same Middle-earth created by Tolkien?
Kat decided she had waited patiently enough and now she wanted answers. If this were some dream, a well-asked question would certainly wake her up. If it wasn't a dream . . . no, she wasn't going to think about that possibility. She opened her mouth to speak, only to be met by the same painful gurgling noise.
"Hush my Lady," said the woman as she laid a hand on Kat's arm. She leaned forward with a smile, some of her dark hair falling into her face, revealing that she too had pointed ears. The woman stood up. "Would you like something to drink? Water?"
Kat nodded. The woman smiled and turned and left the room as quietly as she came in. Kat was left alone with her thoughts. The woman said she was in Middle-earth. Lord Elrond. Pointed ears. Which would make the three people she had encountered so far elves. Kat reached over and grabbed the skin on the back of her hand. She twisted, pulled, and pinched it until she had broken the skin. She slowly drew her hand away and pulled back the sheets of her over-sized bed. Underneath the loose shift, she saw her own slender body. She was still herself at least.
Kat dropped her head into her hands as she sighed deeply and fought back tears. 'Why the bloody hell am I here?' She removed her head from her hands and muffled a cry of surprise. Instead of a canopy of light blonde locks hanging in her face, her hair was jet black and long. How had she missed that? Kat scooped up her new longer and thicker hair and tucked it behind her ears. She froze again.
Oh my God.
She had pointed ears. Elf ears. Kat slowly traced the outline of her now elongated, leaf-shaped ears. She was an elf.
Not only was she not in her own clothes, bed, or universe, she wasn't even in her own body.
Bloody hell.
Tinuviel re-entered the room . . . wait, how did she know that? Like a sudden wave, information began to flood from her mind from source within. She knew Tinuviel was a close friend of hers, and she, Katherine Wellington, was actually Elenril, an elf. She was in Rivendell, in Middle- earth.
Bloody hell.
Tinuviel set the water on a table next to Elenril . . . no, Kat. I am Kat.
No, the "other" said.
I am, Kat told the "other."
Agreed, said the voice. You are both.
Both?
Both.
Kat shook her head. No, not possible. Right? All of a sudden, she felt overwhelmed and frustrated. Middle-earth was make-believe, not real. Right? This was all a dream.
"Then why can't you wake up?" asked the other.
"Maybe I fell and now I'm in a coma," answered Kat. She shook her head. That had to be it. Only a brain injury would prompt her to talk to herself.
"Whatever you want to believe," replied the other.
"Shut up."
Kat was brought back to reality when two men entered her room. Both were tall and regal looking with black hair and dark green eyes. Both also had pointed ears. 'Oh goody, more elves.' From what she could remember from the books, Kat knew that Elves were immortal and didn't age, but one elf man looked younger than the other. The younger man sat on the edge of her bed and grasped her hand in his. Kat searched her "other" mind for memories or clues to who this man was but none came to mind.
"Elenril, are you feeling better? What sickness this must be to befall upon an immortal being," the man squeezed her hand lovingly as he spoke. At the moment, Tinuviel re-entered and walked over, laying a hand on the man's shoulder.
"Do not worry Carandil. Your sister will be well in no time."
Ah, this was her older brother, Carandil. Kat thanked the "other" for not providing that knowledge ahead of time. She returned the squeeze of his hand and looked into his eyes, smiling. He, however, did not return the gesture. Instead, his mouth dropped open, eyes wide in shock.
"Dear Eru, Elenril. Your eyes!" exclaimed Carandil.
What about her eyes? Did she have three of them or something? Tinuviel must have seen the confused look on Kat's face as she walked out of the room and back again with a mirror. She held it in front of Kat's face. Kat, expecting something horrible, was relieved when she saw a person almost like herself looking back. It seemed that Kat had slid onto the skin of the real Elenril like a suit. She could see her own features through the unfamiliar skin: her full lips, her straight nose, and her squared jaw line. The most familiar feature of all was her eyes. Her crystalline blue eyes looked even bluer now that very dark, thick lashes framed them.
"My dear sister," said Carandil as he drew her gaze to his. He must have noticed the absence of shock on her face. "Do you know why your eyes, which were of the darkest green, are now as blue as glaciers on the highest mountain?"
Kat shook her head. She didn't even know why she was here in the first place, much less why she had kept her eye color through the transformation.
The second elf that had appeared with her brother suddenly spoke up. The "other" identified him as Elrond, Lord of Rivendell.
"Elenril, it is good to see you awake, for you have slept for more than three days now. Most unnatural for an elf," he paused as he took a seat in the chair nest to her bed. "Unfortunately, I know not what ails you. Even though I have been known to be a great healer, this is beyond what I can heal. There is another more powerful than I in the ways of Elven medicine and I will transport you there once you have regained your strength."
"Where is that Lord Elrond?" asked Carandil.
"King Thranduil of Mirkwood," replied Elrond.
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Legolas walked slowly down the hall on his way to see Elrond. Legolas was only in Imladris on account of accompanying his friend Galarien to the elf city. His stay had been most unusual so far. On the journey to Imladris, he and his companion had come across a fallen she-elf. 'And with my luck,' mused Legolas, 'it had to be her.' He grumbled to himself as he continued on. He came to a huge door and knocked on it. It opened and Legolas walked into the room. Elrond closed the door behind his guest.
"Legolas, thank you for agreeing to this meeting," said Elrond as he walked in front of a great window overlooking all of Rivendell.
"We that come from Mirkwood are always willing to serve, Lord Elrond," said Legolas as he bowed to the elder elf. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"First of all, I'd like to thank you for helping Lady Elenril."
Legolas inwardly winced at the sound of her name. Outwardly, he put on his best face of indifference.
"No thanks are needed. Just helping a fellow elf."
Elrond eyed Legolas suspiciously but said nothing.
"So I am right to assume that you wouldn't mind escorting her back to Mirkwood?"
Legolas started to answer but his voice failed him. Elrond smiled slightly.
"Legolas, I am aware of your history with Lady Elenril, but I am afraid her situation is dire. Never have the elves had to experience sickness but I can give no other explanation for Lady Elenril's situation."
"Sickness?" asked Legolas, regaining his voice. "What do you mean?"
"Do you remember the condition Elenril was in when you found her?"
Legolas thought for a moment. He really hadn't paid much attention to the she-elf when they came across her in the forest. He had been in too much surprise and resurfaced rage to care. For some reason, though, she did not seem like herself.
"She wasn't quite her normal self, I guess," said Legolas.
Elrond nodded. "When she arrived with Galarien and yourself, she did not recognize anyone. She has slept for three days. She has slept in the manner of humans."
"Humans? With her eyes closed? She did that shortly after we found her."
"Yes, she only woke up about an hour ago."
"Is this all that ails her?"
"No. You are aware of the appearance of Elenril, are you not?"
"Yes."
"So you know that her eyes were like that of her brothers."
"A dark green like that of the very shadows of Mirkwood," Legolas paused after he uttered these words. He had said those words before and to think of that time brought him great pain and anger.
"Yes, but no longer. When she woke, her eyes were as blue as yours."
"Blue?"
Elrond's face grew puzzled.
"Yes, blue. I must admit, I know nothing of this, whatever it is."
"What can I do to help?" Legolas said reluctantly.
Elrond smiled.
"Take her to your father. He can help her. I have never had any doubt of his healing capabilities."
Legolas solemnly nodded.
"It will be done."
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Kat, after a light elven meal and a bath, felt almost human again, but alas, after looking in a mirror, she realized she was still an elf. Tinuviel had helped her get cleaned and dressed, since she was still weak from her little ordeal. The gown she was in now was indigo blue and like all the others, silk and flowing. She really hated dresses. She was never one to wear tight fitting clothes or anything that showed her legs or cleavage but it seemed as an elf, she had no choice.
After Tinuviel left to attend to other business, Kat occupied her time by walking around the giant room, taking in the sight of the beautiful landscape before her. When she had been in her own time, it was summer, but here in Rivendell, autumn seemed to be in full bloom. Kat was intoxicated by the feel of the warm sun and the smell of the trees and air around her.
"Too bad this is all a dream," thought Kat to herself.
"Just keep telling yourself that," said the other.
Kat was about to refute herself when the sound of someone clearing his throat interrupted her. She turned around and was met by one of the elves she had encountered. When she had encountered him, she could not remember.
"My Lady," he said in an unusually cold tone. His voice sparked a familiarity in Kat and she recognized him as one of the elves that found her in the forest. "We meet again."
Kat looked at him but did nothing. What was his name? She consulted the other. Legolas Greenleaf. Another of Tolkien's characters. Kat tried to get more from the other but it seemed to contain no emotional memories from Elenril's life.
"What? No greeting in return? That is not very courteous, Elenril," said Legolas in chilling tone.
What was this guy's problem? What did she ever do to him? Kat didn't feel that he deserved an explanation when he used that tone with her but she decided to enlighten him. She opened her mouth to speak, but it was more of a yell, and the sounds that came from her throat were torture on the sensitive ears of the elf. Legolas grimaced and covered his pointed ears until Kat quieted.
"Lord Elrond did not inform me of your lose of voice," said Legolas, his tone still as cold. Kat shrugged slightly and turned her back to him, trying to hide from the incriminating gaze he was using on her. "I am not here on pleasure business, I can assure you."
Kat turned slightly and met the elf's cold gaze. He seemed to have something against Elenril. She looked at him with a glare but softened it as she saw it had no affect on him. She turned back around, a little hurt from the way this stranger was treating her. She could hear Legolas mumbling angrily to himself.
"I am not here to talk about old times or to rescue you from another episode. I am here to take notes on your condition so that my father can prepare for your arrival," Legolas strode over to a chair next to the bed that she had been resting in and took out a piece of parchment and a quill. "I do not wish to have to watch you amble around the room. If you could be so kind as to sit down, I can make this quick and painless for both of us."
Kat complied and sat down on the bed, in front of the blonde elf.
"Since you cannot speak, a simple nod or shake will do or you can write your answer on this," Legolas handed her a piece of parchment and a quill. He filled his quill and wrote a few words before looking up and Kat. "Do you know where you are?"
Kat nodded and wrote "Rivendell." The language in which she wrote in came naturally and she could understand it, yet it was as unfamiliar to her as everything else she had encountered.
"Have you had any strange dreams?"
Kat didn't answer right away. Did being here count? Slowly, the hope that this was some kind of dream or coma, faded away. It was too real for Kat not to believe. She shook her head. Legolas scribbled down some more notes.
"Do your eyes feel different?"
Kat again shook her head. A string of questions along similar lines continued for a while before Legolas scribble the last of his notes. He grabbed his supplies and stood up to leave, but Kat grabbed his forearm, desperate to know why this man disliked her so much. Legolas recoiled at her touch.
"Leave me alone, Elenril. I am no longer interested in your cruel games. I do not know why you cannot speak or why your eyes are a different color but I am beyond caring. The past is gone- only out of respect for Lord Elrond and your people are I doing this. Take your hand from me."
Kat snatched back her hand and clasped it tightly in her lap. This man genuinely hated her. She looked up at his blue eyes once more. Even as he finished the angry words that apparently Elenril would have understood, Kat could sense him softening as he looked into her eyes.
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There is chapter 2. I really like writing this fic (even though there's only 2 chapters) I just wish I could get some more reviews!
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Oh yeah, this fic used to be called Time, but now it's untitled because I can't think of a title that actually fits the story.
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