Something Special
Author: Lil-Hellraiser
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize from the books.
Author's Note: Me back! Okay, she meets people in this chappie…I can't tell you how long this story may turn out to be...we'll have to find out!
By the way, have any of you met my slave? I call him Slave. But you may notice him as Orlando Bloom. He LOVES me.
Orlando: *Whispers* No, I don't.
Me: Shuddup!
Alright, on with the fic!
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I awoke to some kind of pain in my leg.
I didn't want to open my eyes; it was so incredibly peaceful to just lay down on the soft grass surrounded by flowers and…
Flowers?
My eyes shot open like rockets and I bolted into a sitting position, despite my wounded leg. I was in a wide-open field that would have been quite beautiful if there weren't any rain clouds drifting overhead. Flowers of all different colors swam into my vision, yellow and white ones being the most common, but occasionally pink would be sprinkled around here and there…I was sure that there weren't a lot of places in Nebraska this beautiful.
I winced as I realized that a root was digging into my wound, and the flowers underneath it were becoming a light red color. It was probably infected, I knew that much. Shut up. I told myself. You've got bigger problems. Where the HELL are you?
Glancing around, I remembered falling asleep on the way to someone's house...what WAS that thing that…attacked me? It was too hard to see it in the darkness, but it was weird nonetheless, and effectively freaked me out. My backpack was under my arm as it was when I fell asleep. I had fallen asleep in a forest, hadn't I? I frowned, the pain in my leg getting to me. I removed the soaked and torn cloth that wrapped it and had to look away quickly. It was turning blue around the edges of the wound, and it was still spluttering out little bits of pus and pinkish blood. Disgusting.
I decided that this would be a great time to find some more cloth, but the only one I had was the stuff padding my parent's sword…I would have to carry it then. Ah well. The material the cloth was made of would certainly last a little longer than the curtain stuff did.
Opening my pack, I removed the sword and gently unwrapped it, smiling as it gleamed brightly in the remaining sunlight. It would rain soon, and I had to get moving. I tied the cloth around my leg, wincing at the sudden contact but put pressure on it anyway, knowing that stopping the flow of blood was my first priority. After I was sure it was securely wrapped up, I closed up the pack, hefted it onto my shoulders, picked up the sword, and got a move on.
As I made my way out of the field and into a little forest, I pondered how I had come to be here. After all, I had been in a forest, and now I was not. There was NO possible way that I could have somehow teleported in my sleep…right?
Right.
Maybe I'm in Middle Earth! I thought sarcastically. In my friend's dreams. They would kill for this kind of opportunity. Falling into Middle Earth. Puh-leeze.
My friends always made me read their little online stories about a girl dropping into Middle Earth and meeting Legolas or Aragorn or some other major character. The girl's in the stories (usually themselves) would fall in love with everyone there, and everyone would fight for her love. Eventually, one of them would save her life and prove his love to her and she would live happily ever after.
Great stories, but horribly, horribly unreal.
First of all, Middle Earth doesn't exist.
And if it DOES then I'm going mental. I thought defiantly, pushing a tree branch out of my path. It was then that I felt a drop of water hit my nose. I pushed away the drop, continuing to battle my way through the forest, and soon I was using the sword to hack away at things that got in my way. More raindrops fell, and soon a pleasant drizzle was beginning to soak me. I stopped short, realizing that I didn't check to see if my ring was still on me. I looked down and was relieved to find that it was. I walked onwards.
After a few hours of walking in the rain, I had lost any hope of discovering civilization. I was cold and wet and hungry to top it off. I wanted nothing more than to sink into a bubble bath with a tray of food and I nice book beside me.
Then I heard a crunching noise. It was heavy, like something was in a hurry. Then it stopped, and I heard heavy sniffing.
"Nér hrave!" It roared, and then I heard other gruff voices conversing loudly.
..Man flesh?
What kind of weirdo's WERE these things?
Suddenly the trees to my left burst apart and about six of these big black horrid looking creatures stared at me, growling occasionally. I began to think that they were in league with the psycho that tried to kill me the other night, frankly because I could smell their breath from fifteen feet away, and they were very VERY scary looking. One of them lunged at me and in pure terror I waved my sword in its way.
It's head fell off and rolled to a stop at my feet, grinning lifelessly up at me.
I screamed.
The creatures charged.
I swung my sword blindly in front of my face, sometimes feeling it come into contact with…something…and other times it just punctured the air. I began turning in circles, my sword held out, trying to hit anything that was in my way. To my surprise, one of the larger creatures let out some kind of grunt-like laughter. The other's followed suit, and I just then thought of how stupid I must have looked, waving my sword in circles like an idiot. The fact that these creatures were obviously bigger and stronger than me and laughing made me feel quite embarrassed, even if I knew I should have felt horribly frightened. I looked at the ground.
Bad choice.
Stupid, stupid choice.
In an instant the wound in my leg was re-opened, bleeding through the cut up cloth that bound it, and I cried out in pain. I resumed swinging my sword around, but then one of the things stuck it's own arm in the way, allowing me to chop it off, but the force of the blow made me drop my sword. I was rendered helpless.
One of the black things grabbed my hands and tied them behind my back, breathing up and down my neck, as if smelling me. I began to try and choke back sobs when the thing behind me suddenly ceased its movements and dropped down. I turned quickly to see an arrow protruding from the back of its head, and gasped when I heard painful screeches from its companions. Turning again, I saw them getting the crap kicked out of them by four men. One of them had flaxen colored hair, and the other's had dark brown, nearly black hair. All of their hair was quite long, and their clothing was very…interesting. An old, medieval looking shirt, and some leggings that were way too tight. They're boots, armor, and weapons hanging from their waist's did not go unnoticed either.
As soon as the last thing was slain, all of the men turned to me, giving me a clear look at their faces. All had beautifully chiseled faces, high cheekbones, and looked far too perfect. I was in awe of them. They seemed to glow of an inner light. Beautiful…
They began to speak to me all at once, the other two identical looking men smiling warmly at me and stepping forward. I raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Sorry." I said slowly. "I don't speak…whatever you're speaking in."
They all stopped and gave me curious expressions. I had a feeling that none of them understood me.
"Bonjour." I said. "Parlez-vous Français?" They all shook their heads, and I assumed that meant no.
"Hola." I said. "Habla Español?"
They furrowed their brows.
I sighed in frustration. I said every greeting I had ever been taught, even if I didn't know the language. From Italian to Japanese, I tried my hardest, but they frowned at everything I tried. I had only one more greeting and I was POSITIVE they would not know it.
"'Quel re, il'er." Good day, everyone. I said, accenting my r's and l's properly, like my Tolkien obsession friends had taught me. "Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?" Do you speak Elvish?
I must have said everything right, because they all suddenly smiled and nodded. I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding in, and allowed the men to step up to me. I smiled politely, still wondering in the back of my mind about how they didn't know any kind of language that I was familiar with…except Elvish.
"Jolie Timbers." I said extending my hand to the nearest guy. "Diola lle." Thank you.
"Heru lord Elrond Peredhil." The guy said, and instead of shaking my hand, kissed it gently, causing me to blush slightly. "Ta nae amin saesa, Arwen en amin " It was my pleasure, my lady. I frowned. Elrond Half-Elfin? That couldn't be right. 'Cause in that movie Elrond Half-Elfin was Lord Elrond. He lived in that Rivendell place. This was not Middle Earth. No Rivendell. No Elrond. No elves.
I inhaled a breath slowly and opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again. Finally deciding on what to say, I opened my mouth again.
"Lle lakwenien?" Are you joking? I asked. The guy frowned. I had probably offended him in some way or another, but I was still too cold, wet, and hungry to care. "Sut…"How…. I ceased to speak when I noticed his ears for the first time. They were up against his head, pointed and pale.
"Ha!" I slipped into English, reaching out to touch them. "Neat prosthetics! Where can I get some? They're ¾ "
The guy grabbed my hand, stopping my hand from touching his ear lobe, and I would have been angry had his perfect face not been so serious.
"Tampe si." Stop now. He commanded, and I let my hand drop, my face growing hot. I must have made the perfect impression on these people.
…perfect…
A small voice made me suddenly look around in confusion. "What…" I said, trying to find the body that the voice belonged to. No one other than the guys surrounding me seemed to have recently spoken, and the curious expressions on their faces told me right away that they had heard nothing.
I blinked, then resumed my conversation with this so-called Elrond guy. "Suure…wind…" I muttered, obviously thinking that the wind and sprinkles of rain were getting to me.
"Mani?"What?
I looked up to see the blonde dude giving me a questioning glance. My mouth fell open in shock. He was at least fifteen feet from me, and I could barely detect my own voice, I had spoken so softly. I began to sputter out a reply.
"Ya…mani naa lle?" Who…what are you? The men seemed taken aback by my question, and walked nearer to me, and oddly enough, their feet made no movement against the muddy soil or the leaves underfoot. I eyed them warily. After all, I may have been in a place that DID NOT exist, and may have been talking to people that DID NOT exist. Who knows? Maybe all those years with my crazy relatives had finally drove me insane.
"Amin naa Heru Glorfindel, Arwen en amin." I am Lord Glorfindel, My Lady.The man said. I noticed he was sportin' the same freaky ears Elrond was, and the other twin guys were probably the same. And Glorfindel…where had I heard that name before? It rang a bell, it really did…
Oh yes. My friends were usually mentioning something about how ripped off it was in the movie when Arwen stole Glorfindel's great part…WAIT.
Movie? That would mean…
Crap. Back to this Lord of the Rings business. No such thing! Story! I yelled at myself. God, what the HELL was going on? Needless to say, I was incredibly confused.
Trust them…
"Hm?" I looked around again after hearing that creepy voice. I couldn't say that it belonged to a man, nor a woman. It was just…a voice, if that makes any sense. The blonde reached towards me cautiously.
"Manke tanya tuula?" Where did that come from? I asked, hopeful to get a meaning out of all this. The guys exchanged looks. One of the twin guys approached me.
"Lle tyava quel?" Do you feel well? He asked, his eyes becoming soft. I narrowed my own. What the hell? They thought I was crazy, didn't they? I nearly growled in anger.
"Mani? Uuma dela!" What? Don't worry! I nearly shouted out, but as soon as I said it, I glanced down at my wounded leg. I gasped and felt quite lightheaded then, mainly because blood was soaking through my jeans, it was itchy, and throbbing like H.E.L.L.
I fell back, and the Glorfindel dude came up and steadied me as quickly as lightning. When'd he get so fast? I asked myself blearily. I rubbed my ring out of pure nervousness, and blacked out.
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I awoke to a soft voice telling me to wake up, come back to the light, blah, blah. Same old, same old. Nevertheless I complied with the voice's wishes and opened my eyes slowly. I was met with bright sunshine and squished them shut again. A gruff voice to my left began to chuckle and began to talk to someone else in another language that I couldn't recognize.
I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Glancing around, I saw I was in some kind of hospital room, and my leg was nicely bandaged and taken care of. It still hurt though, so I rubbed it a bit, thinking I could sooth it. I suppose I drew attention because the talking stopped and when I looked up there was that Elrond guy from before and some old man in gray robes. I stared at them; they stared back.
"What?" I asked in an overly irritated voice. I HATE to be waken up to bright sunshine. One: Its bright, and two: it wakes me up.
The old fart began to say some kind of chant over and over again, using this old rotting staff to hold himself up. Nothing happened, and pretty soon I was beginning to think that I was the only sane person in the room.
"How do you fare?" He asked me finally. My eyes widened in pure shock. He was speaking NORMALLY.
"Whoa!" I jumped off the bed in amazement, not bothering to care that all I wore was a simple hospital gown. Too hyper to notice. "When'd y'all learn to speak English?" Both dudes frowned.
"In-gleesh?" The Elrond guy said. I nodded excitedly. "I have never heard of that tongue."
I raised my eyebrows. "How could you not? You're speaking it right now!"
We both looked expectantly at the old man, who (I guessed) knew most of the answers around here.
"A mere barrier-breaking spell." He explained briefly. "I merged our languages into one, you see. You need not go to the trouble of learning any other difficult languages."
I snorted. "Yeah, like you're some sort of wizard?"
He smiled warmly. "Gandalf the Grey, at your service, my lady." My jaw dropped a noticeable amount.
"No you're not." I said defiantly. He gave me a pitied face.
"Elrond, your guest may have been wounded far worse than you expected." He said, eyes glinting with amusement. "She seems to be mentally unstable at the hour."
I made a little cry. "Am not!" I said pacing the room in anger. "I'm fine! None of you are real!"
They looked at me with mildly surprised faces. "And why ever not?" Elrond asked patiently.
"BECAUSE!" I said, as if that one word explained everything. "If you WERE than everything would!"
They gave me faces of sympathy. "No, what I mean is…then YOU'D be a real Elf, YOU'D be a real wizard, hobbits would be running around, and this whole Ring deal would be TOTALLY out of control!"
Shocked expressions.
"We are real, we can assure you." The old guy said. "Now what is this about hobbits and rings?"
I looked at the floor with an expression of confusion. IF I WAS IN MIDDLE EARTH, wouldn't the One Ring be a little bit of a PROBLEM now? And IF I WAS IN MIDDLE EARTH, wouldn't I be looking out of my window seeing Hobbits playing around and crap? And IF I WAS IN MIDDLE EARTH, wouldn't I have seen some of the council members by now?
Before I could explain anything, a soft knock was heard.
Elrond gave the person permission to enter and I stood back as a little boy strolled in. He couldn't have been anymore than six years old. He had dark brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a chubby little face. He was wearing the cutest little robes of silver and I couldn't help but coo a little upon seeing him. To my surprise, Elrond gave a warm smile and held his arms out to the child.
"Mama says that the lady's chambers are ready and she will come and get her if you wish it." The little boy squeaked out. I giggled. The little boy looked over to me and grinned, showing two rows of pearly white baby teeth.
"Hello." He said cheerfully. "What's your name?"
Elrond gave me an encouraging face and I complied. "My name is Jolie. What might yours be?"
"My name is Estel. This is my father, Lord Elrond Half-Elfin, but you've already met him…I think." Elrond smiled down at the boy and gently steered him towards the door.
"Tell your mother that I will have a talk with the girl before any chambers are presented." The child nodded and scampered through the doorway of room.
Then I froze. Estel, Estel, Estel…where HAVE I heard that before?
My mind went suddenly blank and I spaced out completely.
IF I WAS IN MIDDLE EARTH, then I was just speaking with the child-version of the future King Aragorn.
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Sorry for the wait everyone! I hope this chapter wasn't too confusing at all, I was just trying to fit everything together. Please don't hate me if I don't get the Elvish exactly right, I've never tried writing in it before. Please don't hurt me. Legolas is in the next chapter…but I shouldn't have told you that, huh? Ah well. Happy reviewing!