Help Me Get Back
Elerrina
Chapter 2: Dear Diary
"It's good to see you awake, my lady."
"It's good to be awake. Please, don't call me 'my lady', I don't really like the title."
"As you wish. Your name is Rachel?" he asked, slowly pronouncing her name so that he got it right.
"Yes it is. I want to thank you for finding me. I don't know what I would have done if I had woken up alone."
"I am sure that you would have thought of something, my lady. You seem to be educated."
"You don't need to call me 'my lady'. I told you that. Would you care if I called you Gildor?"
"No, I suppose it will be alright. May I ask how I came to find you in the forest?"
"Um, I'd rather not discuss it, if that's alright with you. If you insist on having an explanation, I guess I owe it to you, though."
"That is quite alright. Where are you from?" he questioned.
"I'm from... oh, I don't know how to explain it so that you can understand. I'm not from anyplace that you are familiar to. I'm sorry that I can't explain it better," she apologized.
"Gildor! I am glad that I found you! You are needed in the forest! We are battling with the spiders again, your bow would be of much help!" a messenger cried.
"I apologize that I must leave you so soon, we may be able to meet later. I really must go!"
"Good-bye Gildor, and thank you!" she called after his retreating form. "Well, that was short."
Oh, great. I was relying on Gildor to show me back. I have no idea how to get back. I suppose I'll just have to wander and hope I run into someone who will show me back. she realized.
She walked around in circles looking for a way out. Somehow she found her way to the archery fields. There were a few elves practicing but most of them were gathered around a tall blond elf. From the talk she gathered that he was the Prince Legolas Thrandulion.
He was giving a demonstration, his aim perfect, every time his arrow hit its mark. He even shot two arrows at once. He turned to watch some others practice, but someone on the edge of the field caught his eye.
"Mankoi naa lle sinome?" (Why are you here?) He walked over to where she was standing, among the trees.
"I don't know Elvish," she told him, hoping he knew Common Tongue.
"Why are you here?"
"I met Gildor in the gardens and was hoping he could help me back, but he was called away to help fight off some spiders. What are these spiders? I hear about them all them time, I mean, spiders are just little bugs, right?"
"No, not these spiders. These spiders are large. They are around the size of a human. They eat elves, horses, and anything else that they can get their pincers on."
"And I was out in the woods with them, unconscious?" Rachel said, shuddering.
"Yes. You were lucky. You were found closer to the palace than most of them dare to go, and it is on constant patrol."
"Oh. Well, I'll never stray too far away from here."
"That's a good idea. At least do not go far without someone with you. Do you need something?"
"Um... well, actually... I'm not quite sure how to get back to my room," she admitted. "I was counting on Gildor to take me back."
"Well, I will be happy to show you back, my lady."
"Really? Thank you!"
She doesn't say my lord? It's kind of a relief... wait, no, I am her lord. She should recognize that.
"Would you happen to be the girl that Gildor found in the woods?" When she nodded he told her, "My father wishes to see you sometime."
"So I've heard."
"What is your name?"
"Rachel Johnson."
"Ray-shell?"
"Ray-chel," she corrected.
"I apologize. Your name is strange. I believe that I know where your room is. How is Linwë caring for you?"
"Oh, she's great! I couldn't ask for a better person to help me! How do you know her?" Rachel asked.
"She is one of my closer friends. I met her a while ago when Amras introduced us. She and Arwen are close friends."
"I noticed. She left to talk to her right when Arwen and Aragorn arrived. What was it like traveling with Aragorn for so long?"
"It was interesting, my lady. We had met before and were friends."
"So... you're friends with Amras? What's he like? What does he do?"
"You are interested in people. He and Linwë are close. She does not like it that he is on the guard. She wishes he would have a safer job after he was almost killed while fighting the spiders."
"Oh, I can understand why."
"Amras is talented with both bow and sword."
"But don't you ever get scared for your life? Don't you ever think, 'This could be the last day of my life?'"
"I don't think of that. I think about what I can do to help the people of Mirkwood. Sometimes if something is precious to you, you do everything in your power to protect it, even if it requires your life to save it."
"You're brave."
"To answer your question though, yes, I sometimes do get frightened that I may loose my life. My younger sister would be devastated if I died. Where is your family?"
"They aren't from around here. Um... I don't know."
"I am sure that they would be worried if they lost you."
I wonder if they are worried right now? Do they know that I am here? Or am I dead there? Did I just disappear out of thin air? Or is my body there? How did I get here?
"Are you alright, Rachel? You look worried."
"I have some things on my mind. Don't worry about it though."
"Are you sure? It helps to talk about things sometimes."
"I'll be fine."
They walked in silence until they reached Rachel's room.
"Thanks for bringing me back here. I don't know what I would have done without you... actually, I probably would have wandered a lot until someone else showed me the way."
"If you need anything I will be willing to help you. I will most likely see you again soon. When you are ready, speak to my father. He may be able to help you."
Rachel walked into her room and closed the door behind her, then leaned up against it. I certainly hope that someone can help me. I want to see my family again... But then again, Legolas... no, he's a prince... and I have a boyfriend back home... but will I ever be able to see him again?
She rummaged around her room, wondering what all she had in there. She found a small book, quill and ink. She opened the book to find it blank. She had had a journal back at home, so she decided to start one here.
Dear Journal,
I cannot believe that I am in Middle-earth. The last thing that I remember from Earth is that it was right after school and I crashed on my bed and fell asleep. The next thing I know, I wake up in a forest with an elf, Gildor Inglorien, you know the one who Frodo, Sam, and Pippin met on their way to Crickhollow, standing over me, asking me if I was okay and talking in a strange language I now know as Sindarin. He told me that I was in Mirkwood and it was the Third Age. I think that I fainted then.
When I next woke up I was in this—my—room. There was another elf, female this time, named Linwë. She helped me into a gorgeous dress, as far as dresses go. That was when I noticed that I had pointed ears. I almost fainted again, but luckily, I didn't. Linwë showed me around Mirkwood and introduced me to three of her friends: Amras, Ireth, and... Itarildë I believe. They were nice, but they didn't really talk to me at all.
Linwë had me eat supper with her. It was a nice gesture, but she kind of forgot about me and talked in Sindarin to her friends. The good part of it was that I got to talk to Aragorn, yes, the Aragorn, King Elessar. It was amazing. He is very interesting. We talked about the Fellowship, and Gondor and the different things that he has done in his lifetime, him being about ninety, if not older, he has done a lot. Arwen was sitting next to him, but she kept chatting in elvish so I wasn't able to meet her. Aragorn asked about me, and my family, but the best I could do was to tell him that we "weren't from around her". I don't want to keep avoiding the question, but I don't think that anyone would believe me.
The meal was amazing! Elves really know how to cook, but since they've had thousands of years to perfect it, I suppose that they should be. Since I'm only 16 I've never had wine before, but they had it, and nothing else, so I drank it. It tasted sweet, like berries. I guess that elves have a certain tolerance to wine, even though I don't remember much of what happened that night after my second glass.
Linwë told me today that Gildor wished to talk to me in the gardens. She led me out there and I was counting on him to show me back to my room. We talked for a little bit, but he was called off to help fight the giant spiders because they had been getting too close. He never got to show me where to go. So I wandered around, hoping to find someone to help me. Well, I did.
I stumbled on the archery fields, where I saw Legolas practicing. I couldn't believe that I met the prince.
Legolas Thrandulion... Prince of Mirkwood... was... everything that I could have imagined and more. He looked kind of like how Orlando Bloom portrayed him, but somehow, not anything like that.
His eyes were the most beautiful eyes that I had ever seen. They were so deep and held such wisdom that I would trust anything that he said and not question it. The blue... I don't know. It's almost impossible to describe. His hair looked so silky that it would slip through his fingers like water.
He was polite. Don't get me wrong, all the elves have been courteous to me, but they make it seem like they are my superiors. Linwë is nice, but it does seem like she's looking down on me sometimes, even if she doesn't mean to. But the way Legolas talks, it seems like he wants to be your equal. And come to think about him being a prince he's probably had a lot of practice talking like that since he wouldn't want people thinking that he was their better.
He's graceful. You know how some girls walk around with a book on their head to try to be more elegant? Well, it's almost like he's done that with ten books every day.
Being here makes me think that maybe Tolkien was somehow transported here himself. That may be how he was able to describe everything so well.
As I looked at Legolas right before I closed my door, I thought about how nice he was and how I might be able to be happy here, but the more I think about it, the more I miss my family, my friends, and Kyle. My boyfriend was always great to me. I can't wait to get back. But I wonder if they even know that I'm missing, or am I maybe dead there? When—if I see him again will he even believe me?
I think that I'll tell Linwë about all of this. I think that I can trust her. She's the only person that I can think of that might believe me and not think that I have gone completely and utterly mad.
Anyway, it's about time for lunch now, so I'd better get going. It might take me a while to find the dinner hall. Hopefully I don't get lost.
-Rachel
Pearson
a/n: I updated really quickly for me. Don't expect it to be this soon every time. I do have a life, though not much of one.
I hope you enjoyed it. I liked writing it and I like the story.
If you have any suggestions I would be glad to hear them!
Review Responses:
Lainfaer: I'm glad that you like it. I didn't want to use Legolas. That's been done too often already, and, I liked Gildor. Yes, we did meet him in this chapter. Are you happy? Thanx for reviewing!
Anaclaime: I'm glad you like the names! They're mine, rayame's and emaliana's. And Amras is my brother. You can have Aragorn, but not in my story.
Rayame: Yes, I re-posted it. I'm glad you like it more now. I do too! Can't wait to hear from you again!
Thank you all for reading and reviewing!
Elerrina
Chapter 2: Dear Diary
"It's good to see you awake, my lady."
"It's good to be awake. Please, don't call me 'my lady', I don't really like the title."
"As you wish. Your name is Rachel?" he asked, slowly pronouncing her name so that he got it right.
"Yes it is. I want to thank you for finding me. I don't know what I would have done if I had woken up alone."
"I am sure that you would have thought of something, my lady. You seem to be educated."
"You don't need to call me 'my lady'. I told you that. Would you care if I called you Gildor?"
"No, I suppose it will be alright. May I ask how I came to find you in the forest?"
"Um, I'd rather not discuss it, if that's alright with you. If you insist on having an explanation, I guess I owe it to you, though."
"That is quite alright. Where are you from?" he questioned.
"I'm from... oh, I don't know how to explain it so that you can understand. I'm not from anyplace that you are familiar to. I'm sorry that I can't explain it better," she apologized.
"Gildor! I am glad that I found you! You are needed in the forest! We are battling with the spiders again, your bow would be of much help!" a messenger cried.
"I apologize that I must leave you so soon, we may be able to meet later. I really must go!"
"Good-bye Gildor, and thank you!" she called after his retreating form. "Well, that was short."
Oh, great. I was relying on Gildor to show me back. I have no idea how to get back. I suppose I'll just have to wander and hope I run into someone who will show me back. she realized.
She walked around in circles looking for a way out. Somehow she found her way to the archery fields. There were a few elves practicing but most of them were gathered around a tall blond elf. From the talk she gathered that he was the Prince Legolas Thrandulion.
He was giving a demonstration, his aim perfect, every time his arrow hit its mark. He even shot two arrows at once. He turned to watch some others practice, but someone on the edge of the field caught his eye.
"Mankoi naa lle sinome?" (Why are you here?) He walked over to where she was standing, among the trees.
"I don't know Elvish," she told him, hoping he knew Common Tongue.
"Why are you here?"
"I met Gildor in the gardens and was hoping he could help me back, but he was called away to help fight off some spiders. What are these spiders? I hear about them all them time, I mean, spiders are just little bugs, right?"
"No, not these spiders. These spiders are large. They are around the size of a human. They eat elves, horses, and anything else that they can get their pincers on."
"And I was out in the woods with them, unconscious?" Rachel said, shuddering.
"Yes. You were lucky. You were found closer to the palace than most of them dare to go, and it is on constant patrol."
"Oh. Well, I'll never stray too far away from here."
"That's a good idea. At least do not go far without someone with you. Do you need something?"
"Um... well, actually... I'm not quite sure how to get back to my room," she admitted. "I was counting on Gildor to take me back."
"Well, I will be happy to show you back, my lady."
"Really? Thank you!"
She doesn't say my lord? It's kind of a relief... wait, no, I am her lord. She should recognize that.
"Would you happen to be the girl that Gildor found in the woods?" When she nodded he told her, "My father wishes to see you sometime."
"So I've heard."
"What is your name?"
"Rachel Johnson."
"Ray-shell?"
"Ray-chel," she corrected.
"I apologize. Your name is strange. I believe that I know where your room is. How is Linwë caring for you?"
"Oh, she's great! I couldn't ask for a better person to help me! How do you know her?" Rachel asked.
"She is one of my closer friends. I met her a while ago when Amras introduced us. She and Arwen are close friends."
"I noticed. She left to talk to her right when Arwen and Aragorn arrived. What was it like traveling with Aragorn for so long?"
"It was interesting, my lady. We had met before and were friends."
"So... you're friends with Amras? What's he like? What does he do?"
"You are interested in people. He and Linwë are close. She does not like it that he is on the guard. She wishes he would have a safer job after he was almost killed while fighting the spiders."
"Oh, I can understand why."
"Amras is talented with both bow and sword."
"But don't you ever get scared for your life? Don't you ever think, 'This could be the last day of my life?'"
"I don't think of that. I think about what I can do to help the people of Mirkwood. Sometimes if something is precious to you, you do everything in your power to protect it, even if it requires your life to save it."
"You're brave."
"To answer your question though, yes, I sometimes do get frightened that I may loose my life. My younger sister would be devastated if I died. Where is your family?"
"They aren't from around here. Um... I don't know."
"I am sure that they would be worried if they lost you."
I wonder if they are worried right now? Do they know that I am here? Or am I dead there? Did I just disappear out of thin air? Or is my body there? How did I get here?
"Are you alright, Rachel? You look worried."
"I have some things on my mind. Don't worry about it though."
"Are you sure? It helps to talk about things sometimes."
"I'll be fine."
They walked in silence until they reached Rachel's room.
"Thanks for bringing me back here. I don't know what I would have done without you... actually, I probably would have wandered a lot until someone else showed me the way."
"If you need anything I will be willing to help you. I will most likely see you again soon. When you are ready, speak to my father. He may be able to help you."
Rachel walked into her room and closed the door behind her, then leaned up against it. I certainly hope that someone can help me. I want to see my family again... But then again, Legolas... no, he's a prince... and I have a boyfriend back home... but will I ever be able to see him again?
She rummaged around her room, wondering what all she had in there. She found a small book, quill and ink. She opened the book to find it blank. She had had a journal back at home, so she decided to start one here.
Dear Journal,
I cannot believe that I am in Middle-earth. The last thing that I remember from Earth is that it was right after school and I crashed on my bed and fell asleep. The next thing I know, I wake up in a forest with an elf, Gildor Inglorien, you know the one who Frodo, Sam, and Pippin met on their way to Crickhollow, standing over me, asking me if I was okay and talking in a strange language I now know as Sindarin. He told me that I was in Mirkwood and it was the Third Age. I think that I fainted then.
When I next woke up I was in this—my—room. There was another elf, female this time, named Linwë. She helped me into a gorgeous dress, as far as dresses go. That was when I noticed that I had pointed ears. I almost fainted again, but luckily, I didn't. Linwë showed me around Mirkwood and introduced me to three of her friends: Amras, Ireth, and... Itarildë I believe. They were nice, but they didn't really talk to me at all.
Linwë had me eat supper with her. It was a nice gesture, but she kind of forgot about me and talked in Sindarin to her friends. The good part of it was that I got to talk to Aragorn, yes, the Aragorn, King Elessar. It was amazing. He is very interesting. We talked about the Fellowship, and Gondor and the different things that he has done in his lifetime, him being about ninety, if not older, he has done a lot. Arwen was sitting next to him, but she kept chatting in elvish so I wasn't able to meet her. Aragorn asked about me, and my family, but the best I could do was to tell him that we "weren't from around her". I don't want to keep avoiding the question, but I don't think that anyone would believe me.
The meal was amazing! Elves really know how to cook, but since they've had thousands of years to perfect it, I suppose that they should be. Since I'm only 16 I've never had wine before, but they had it, and nothing else, so I drank it. It tasted sweet, like berries. I guess that elves have a certain tolerance to wine, even though I don't remember much of what happened that night after my second glass.
Linwë told me today that Gildor wished to talk to me in the gardens. She led me out there and I was counting on him to show me back to my room. We talked for a little bit, but he was called off to help fight the giant spiders because they had been getting too close. He never got to show me where to go. So I wandered around, hoping to find someone to help me. Well, I did.
I stumbled on the archery fields, where I saw Legolas practicing. I couldn't believe that I met the prince.
Legolas Thrandulion... Prince of Mirkwood... was... everything that I could have imagined and more. He looked kind of like how Orlando Bloom portrayed him, but somehow, not anything like that.
His eyes were the most beautiful eyes that I had ever seen. They were so deep and held such wisdom that I would trust anything that he said and not question it. The blue... I don't know. It's almost impossible to describe. His hair looked so silky that it would slip through his fingers like water.
He was polite. Don't get me wrong, all the elves have been courteous to me, but they make it seem like they are my superiors. Linwë is nice, but it does seem like she's looking down on me sometimes, even if she doesn't mean to. But the way Legolas talks, it seems like he wants to be your equal. And come to think about him being a prince he's probably had a lot of practice talking like that since he wouldn't want people thinking that he was their better.
He's graceful. You know how some girls walk around with a book on their head to try to be more elegant? Well, it's almost like he's done that with ten books every day.
Being here makes me think that maybe Tolkien was somehow transported here himself. That may be how he was able to describe everything so well.
As I looked at Legolas right before I closed my door, I thought about how nice he was and how I might be able to be happy here, but the more I think about it, the more I miss my family, my friends, and Kyle. My boyfriend was always great to me. I can't wait to get back. But I wonder if they even know that I'm missing, or am I maybe dead there? When—if I see him again will he even believe me?
I think that I'll tell Linwë about all of this. I think that I can trust her. She's the only person that I can think of that might believe me and not think that I have gone completely and utterly mad.
Anyway, it's about time for lunch now, so I'd better get going. It might take me a while to find the dinner hall. Hopefully I don't get lost.
-Rachel
Pearson
a/n: I updated really quickly for me. Don't expect it to be this soon every time. I do have a life, though not much of one.
I hope you enjoyed it. I liked writing it and I like the story.
If you have any suggestions I would be glad to hear them!
Review Responses:
Lainfaer: I'm glad that you like it. I didn't want to use Legolas. That's been done too often already, and, I liked Gildor. Yes, we did meet him in this chapter. Are you happy? Thanx for reviewing!
Anaclaime: I'm glad you like the names! They're mine, rayame's and emaliana's. And Amras is my brother. You can have Aragorn, but not in my story.
Rayame: Yes, I re-posted it. I'm glad you like it more now. I do too! Can't wait to hear from you again!
Thank you all for reading and reviewing!