Chapter 2:
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A/N: Well, here comes chapter two. Sorry for the long time between updates but its been rather difficult because of school and such. It's a miracle I've gotten this far, but because of my three lovely reviewers Freelance Beatnik, Pink Aphid, and Ray, I have the will to go on! YAY! You all get cookies! Whoosh! On with the chapter.
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Maggie. Maggie had been my best friend for years. We practically grew up as sisters. And now she was lying on a hospital bed in Middle Earth, so far from the home we grew up in. Although I had suspected her to be the girl Silmarwen had mentioned, my jaw dropped at the sight of her.
I rushed to her bedside as quickly as I could in my condition and shook her hard enough to wake her. Her eyes flew open, revealing the pale blue and sparkling color that had been hidden a moment before. A smile graced her lips.
"Well hello there, sleepyhead. It's about time you finally woke up," she greeted, as if everything was perfectly normal. I stared at her. "What?" she asked rather defensively.
"Are you mad?" I questioned, not knowing exactly what I meant by it.
"Probably." Maggie pushed herself up to a sitting position and yawned.
"Do you have any idea what happened? Do you have any idea where we are, Mag- "
"Rivendell," she answered promptly.
"As in-"
"Middle Earth," she answered before I could even ask. "Yeah, that Rivendell." She lazily rubbed her eye and yawned again.
"How can you be so calm about this?" I asked in amazement, running a hand suddenly through my hair.
"Aw, come on. That's not fair," complained Maggie. "How come I have to be the puny mortal chick and you get to be the elf?"
I stared at her once again, only this time I had to suppress a smile. I knew Maggie had always adored the elven race and would have love to be one herself and her I was, pointy eared and elfy. "You have to be the mortal because you're the idiot who hit me with her car."
"Dammit!" she cursed. "I hoped that you wouldn't remember." I smirked at her. "It's still not fair. You're the idiot who was riding her bike in the rain."
"But it wasn't raining when I left. That doesn't make me an idiot." I paused. "You're forgiven, by the way."
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"Forget it. They call it an accident for a reason."
"True. Besides, if I hadn't hit you we probably wouldn't be here."
"Also true," I said, propping my leg up on a nearby chair. "Now the real question is how do we get home?"
Maggie paused for a moment. Then she started laughing. I couldn't understand why but I started to laugh too. Maggie's laugh had always been contagious.
"Home?" she finally choked out. "Why would you want to go home?"
Our laughing began to slow as our sides ached and tears started to run down our faces.
"What?" I asked, slightly out of breath and still chuckling.
Maggie wiped a tear away from her eye as she answered, "Home, Binks. Why would you want to go home? We read the books, we wrote the stories, we wished. We always wanted to come to Middle Earth and now that we're finally here why would you want to leave?"
She had a point. "I guess I am a little freaked out."
"Understandable. It took me a few days to come to grips with the fact that I was really here. I nearly had an anxiety attack when I saw Elrond standing over me. You know he looks very similar to Hugo Weaving. Then he gave me this crappy stuff to drink and everything was cool and froody. At least it was for a few hours, anyway."
As she was speaking, Maggie had tumbled out of bed and walked over to the shallow, water filled basin and looked at her reflection. She winced slightly as she touched her black eye. Then she wandered over to the other side of the bed and picked up a robe off of the chair I had my leg propped up on.
"Come on," she said. "You'll never want to leave this place once you get a good look at it. What say you to an adventure?"
"An adventure? In my condition? Are you mad?" I asked her again, smiling slightly.
"Again, probably." She gently lifted my leg off of the chair and placed it on the floor and then gently helped me onto my feet. Or foot, rather. I leaned on her for support as we hobbled out of the room looking like some deranged contestant in a three-legged race.
Silmarwen had been waiting outside Maggie's room, clearly playing with her hair the whole while.
"My ladies," she nodded, stepping quickly forward to help Maggie support me.
"Oh thank dude, Silmarwen," breathed Maggie as half of my weight was lifted off her left side. "Geez, Binky, I know I offered to help you walk but I didn't know you expected me to carry you out of the room."
"Oh, shut up," I retorted. "I'm doing the best I can with only on leg. And must I tell you again that it's your fault?" Maggie rolled her eyes at me and laughed.
"I thought I had been forgiven."
"You have."
"Then quit blaming me for it."
"Just because you've been forgiven doesn't mean you're any less blameless. Now shut up and let's get on with the adventure."
"What adventure might you ladies be talking about?" said Silmarwen.
"Binky doodle here is a bit wary of being here. I figure once she gets a good look at this place she should feel more at home. After all it is beautiful," replied Maggie.
"Yes, Imladris is a very beautiful place, but I'm afraid the pair of you won't be able to adventure just yet. You are still not fully healed."
Maggie and I shared a glance before answering her in unison.
"So?"
"So what?"
"So, who cares if we aren't fully healed yet?" asked Maggie.
"Yeah, I mean it isn't like we're going to die," I finished.
Silmarwen stared at us in disbelief. "You cannot be serious. Bianca, you can barely walk as it is! Do you want to injure yourself more?"
"I won't," I said simply.
Silmarwen stared at me in disbelief again before mumbling something to the affect of "They're all the same," and then continued loudly with, "You cannot go anywhere in your condition. I absolutely forbid it."
I laughed. Maggie laughed. We both laughed at Silmarwen until we could barely stand up, or rather, until Maggie couldn't stand up. I couldn't stand anyway.
"Stop it!" she said, positively infuriated with us, "Do not laugh at me! I was left to take care of you and I can by any means."
Still laughing, Maggie and I chose to ignore Silmarwen's ranting and started off down the corridor as best we could.
"Where are we headed?" I asked.
"I'm not too sure," she replied. "I am hoping that we're going in the direction of the kitchens. I'm starving and the food here is delicious."
I shook my head at her. "Maggie, I'm absolutely shocked you didn't come back here as a hobbit."
She chuckled. "Do you have a problem with getting some food, Lady Bianca?"
"No, Lady Margaret. I'm famished myself. After all, I haven't had a real meal since those pancakes I had before you ran me over."
"Two things. One, stop mentioning that I hit you with my car because the guilt does that enough already. And two, never ever call me Margaret again. You know I hate that.
"Fine. I will never speak of those two things again as long as you don't complain about having to be my crutch until my leg heals."
"Deal."
I smiled again and took in the beauty of Rivendell as we continued to walk in the supposed direction of the kitchens. It was truly drop dead gorgeous.
"You were right Maggie. I never wanna leave this place."
"I hate to say I told you so." With a grin we continued limping down the hall in silence.
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A/n: And the lovely chapter two. Rather non-loveliness. This is most defiantly not my best work but I didn't want to keep you guys hanging again. I am also once again sorry for the long time between updates and I promise to try to update sooner this time. So what now? Try clicking the button there and leaving me a review. Reviews bring inspiration and inspiration brings quicker updates. )
->Kai