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DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF LORD OF THE RINGS (sadly)! IT ALL BELONGS TO THAT GENIUS J.R.R. TOLKIEN!
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Time for me to rant and rave!!!!!!!! ^^ (this could take a while, sorry. U can just skip it. Which I'm sure you've done by NOW, lol)
CCC (Camilla Sandman)- I like my exclamation points!!!!! And having a deranged mind is GOOD!!!!!^_^ (Just think I should mention, my 'theme song' so to speak, is "Anything But Ordinary" by Avril Levigne. Tee hee ^_^)
Joan Milligan- I'm sure that not many people do care what an Appaloosa is, or how you measure a horse. But guess what, I DO. MY FIC. Besides, I don't want to be speakin' a foreign language to a reader. & I like my "PLEEZ REVIEW" it does NOT look immature, it looks like I want reviews! (which I do ^^) by the way, how do you know that I won't die if I don't get reviews? I could very well be a crazy psychopath who goes livid when she gets 'constructive criticism' (as you called it.) Yes, I am going for the old 'girl lands in Middle earth' and YES, I'm going to make it original. Even if I didn't, there's a simple solution for you... DON'T READ IT! P.s. there are NO 'strict rules' in writing a fanfic.
Samus- that must have stunk! Glad to hear you weren't hurt!
To all other reviewers- thanx SOOOO much! You guys r GREAT! ^^
Enjoy & PLEEZ REVIEW!!!! (Joan Milligan- hee hee ^^)
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"Common"
~Elvish~
translations
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FAY'S P.O.V.
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I opened my eyes, and sat up. Everything around me swayed. "Uh..." I moaned. With my head in one hand, I reached up to grab the fence with the other. My hand hit air. Instantly, I looked. There was nothing there. No fence, no sand, no horses, and no Lauren. All that I could see where the woods that surrounded the fence.
"Lauren?" I called, worry rising slightly. There was no answer. "Lauren?" I tried again, panic now becoming more evident. "Come on! This isn't funny!" I hollered. Silence met my ears.
Thoughts chased each other around and around my head. :::What happened? How did I get here? Where is 'here'? How long have I been out?:::
I stood up and looked around. There was a circle shaped clearing in the trees where the riding ring should have been. I was standing in the middle of it. I walked along the edge of it and examined it more closely.
There was nothing strange about it at all. Just a convenient clearing in the middle of the woods. :::This is NOT good::: I thought. I knew that I should sit and wait for someone to come find me, or help me. But my legs (not to mention my butt), were sore from my ride, and I needed to shake the Jell-O feeling.
So I did the stupidest thing I could've done in that situation, I began to explore. I knew that I must have looked pretty dumb in my riding breeches and boots, but I didn't have any cloths that I could change into.
Besides, I didn't really care what I looked like. All I wanted, was to find some civilization. "Hello! Hello?" I yelled, over and over. But all I managed to do was frighten some animals away.
Now, the sun was going down and I was completely lost, not to mention scared. I had no food, no lights, no compass, no map, and no idea what the hell I was gonna do.
So, I sat down, right there on the forest floor, sighing. Damn boots. They were OBVIOUSLY meant for riding, not walking. I could feel the blisters forming and wished desperately for some sneakers or REAL walking boots.
As the sun crept behind some mountains in the distance (Mountains? Since when are there mountains around here?), weariness crept over me. I sighed again, knowing that sleeping on the ground in the middle of a dark forest was not the safest thing. But then again, neither was walking off, and I'd done that.
Looking around me, I found the perfect tree. The space in between the branches was easy for me to climb around on. I happily hopped onto the lowest limb, and began to work my way up. Once I was sure that I was free from skunks or wolves or anything of that sort, I stopped. I decided that in the morning, I would climb up to the very top, and look around at where I was.
I sighed and leaned back. Instantly, I was in a deep sleep. Several times during the night, I woke up. It was cold out, and sleeping on a branch all night definently couldn't compare to a five-star hotel bed. But hey, what was I supposed to do?
I'll tell you what I DID do. I cried. How was I going to get out of this mess? Who was stupid enough to play this joke on me? Was it even a joke? Was I lost on purpose? But who would want to get rid of me like this?
I shook these negative thoughts from my head. They would just make things worse. But I still had this nagging feeling that I couldn't get rid of though. I didn't like it, not one bit.
The next morning, after much tossing, turning, and almost falling off the branch, I spotted a stream in the distance. It didn't look too far off, and I decided that a little cleaning up would help me on my way. I left the safety of the tall branch, and began walking.
Here's a little life's lesson for you: looks can be deceiving. The stream WAS far off. When I left the tree, the sun had JUST risen and the pink of dawn was fading away. Now, the sun was directly overhead, meaning that it was noon. :::By the time I get to the freakin' thing, I'm gonna need FIVE baths. Am I even goin' the right way?::: I thought. It would be REALLY annoying if I did all that walking in the wrong direction.
Finally, a little after what I judged was two-o-clock, I reached the stream. Another little problem- it wasn't a little stream, it was a RIVER. Complete with huge rapids and everything. I groaned. This was NOT my day. No, not my WEEK.
Sighing, I pulled off my boots, and, sitting on the bank, dipped my feet into the water. It was extremely cold, and little goosebumps rose up all over my legs. Oh well, at least now my blisters felt better.
I pulled my feet out and sat there for a few minutes. Finally, I put my socks and boots back on. My feet ached in protest, but I knew that it would be worse if I went barefoot. I also knew that dehydrating myself was NOT a good idea. So I leaned over the water, and, cupping my hands, took a long drink.
At that moment, the dirt underneath me collapsed, and I plunged into the water. Instantly, the rapids began to carry my along, whether I wanted to go or not. Coughing and spluttering, I tried to keep my head above the surface, but it didn't always work.
I was carried for a LONG time. My lips were blue, and I was gasping for breath. Every inch of me was covered in goosebumps and I was shivering a lot. I'd tried to grab onto passing rocks several times, but my fingers were wet and slippery.
Finally, the rampaging river emptied into a lake, a VERY, VERY deep lake. I saw the shore, and pleaded with my aching limbs to carry me there. Somehow I managed to dog paddle/swim my way over to the edge, where I collapsed in a breathless heap.
The sky was a deep purple. I'd been carried for hours. I was tired, wet, freezing, hungry, scared, and lost. (A/N: Looking on the bright side- At least she isn't thirsty anymore! Lol)
My mind was too numb to even try to think of a way out of this problem. I was feeling lightheaded and everything kept spinning. I also felt heavy and knew that I was waterlogged. Numerous cuts and bruises covered my body from sharp rocks and sticks that had been in the water.
Voices in the distance rang through my ears and buzzed in my head. By now, I'd given up hope and dismissed them, thinking that I was now hallucinating. Blackness surrounded me and I felt as though I was drowning in ink well, but I welcomed the peaceful bliss.
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ARAGORN'S P.O.V.
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(A/N: I know that this part is SOOO common, but I couldn't think of any other way for them to meet...)
Gimli and I were on our way to Mirkwood to visit Legolas. His four thousandth birthday was a week away.
(A/N: This takes place AFTER the war. Everyone is still alive and in Middle Earth)
"Aragorn, I think that we should stop for the night. We've been walking since dawn and I'm starved." Gimli muttered. I sighed. "If it pleases you, oh son of Gloin." He scowled at my mocking remark, but let it pass.
I found a small space between the trees and Gimli gathered firewood, which I quickly lit. Soon enough, the fire was roaring before us and we were chewing on the food that we'd packed. The sky was fading and the stars were rolling out. "I'm going to go and fill my canteen." Gimli said between bites. I nodded and handed him a stick. He lit it as a torch, and made his way to the nearby lake.
I waited patiently for him to return, eating my lemba as I did. Suddenly, there was a cry of shock. "ARAGORN!" Gimli hollered (A/N: For someone with such a small body, he's got quite the set of lungs, eh?) "You'd better come and see this!"
I swallowed my last bite of the sweet Elven treat, and grabbed a spare torch stick. Quickly, I lit it, and headed for the lake. When I reached Gimli, he was standing by a figure. "I tripped over the poor lass." He explained. I knelt down, handing my torch to Gimli.
The figure was a young girl with pale skin, some small freckles sprinkled across her nose, and shocking blond hair. At first, I thought she was an elf, as she so closely resembled one and we WERE right near Mirkwood, but then I noticed her ears. They were curved at the top, not pointed. "How do you s'ppose she got here?" Gimli wondered aloud.
"Judging by the fact that she's soaking wet, I'd say that the river carried her here." His brow furrowed, but he asked no further questions. I continued to examine the girl.
She was bruised, shivering with blue lips, and very bloody. "What are we going to do with her?" The Dwarf piped up again. I sighed, rubbing my chin in thought. "I guess we could take her to Mirkwood." He nodded, then leaned down and handed my torch back to me. "Lass, lass!" He said, shaking her gently.
At first she didn't move, but after a few more tries, Gimli got her to open her eyes. "What? Huh?" She looked around, still blinking slightly. "Are you all right?" I asked. She looked at me as though she'd just realized that I was there. "I, uh, think so." Her voice was scratchy, and her throat was probably sore.
Gimli must have realized this too, because he offered her a drink. "No more water..." She groaned, and my suspicions of her river journey were confirmed. "When was the last time that you ate?" I asked. Her eyebrows knitted together in thought. "I don't remember." I nodded and offered my hand.
She took it and I hoisted her up. "Come back to our camp." I said. "We have a fire going where you can dry and warm up. We will also give you some food." She nodded her thanks, and Gimli guided her back to camp.
All the short walk, I watched her. She was most curious. She had on leggings and boots, which was strange, as women did not wear such things. She also had on a strange tunic and cloak. The tunic was black (much like the rest of her outfit) but it had no sleeves. Her cloak was even more interesting. It was much like a normal tunic, but where the buttons should have been, was a strange metal lining that was a bright silver color. (A/N: Zipper)
Most curious though, was something I had not noticed before. She had her blond hair done into a braid at the back of her neck, but some parts of it were different colors! There was a weaving of blond, dark blue, and crimson red all worked into one. I did not know what to make of her.
By now, of course, she was seated in front of the fire, quietly eating a lemba. Gimli had lent her a spare cloak while hers was set aside to dry along with her boots and socks. Her lips weren't blue anymore, and she was shaking less. "Thank you SO much, kind sirs." She said. I nodded, as did Gimli.
"My name is Aragorn." I said, extending a hand. I had just realized that none of us were properly introduced. She shook my hand, and I pointed to the Dwarf. "That is Gimli son of Gloin." Her eyes were wide, and she looked as though she were going to pass out, but she somehow managed to shake Gimli's hand nonetheless.
"You are?" Gimli asked. She shook her head, as though trying to clear away thoughts, and spoke up. "Fay." She said. We nodded. "Very nice to meet you Lady Fay." "Likewise." She smiled. "Tell me," I said. "How you ended up in that spot." She looked down, probably embarrassed.
"I was out riding when I slipped off the horse. I suppose that I hit my head because I blacked out. When I woke up, I wasn't sure where was. Then I did a stupid thing and wandered off looking for my horse or someone that I knew. Finding nothing, I spent the night in a tree. The next morning I spotted what I thought was a stream from the high branches of the tree. It turned out to be a rather large and wild river. I was extremely thirsty though, so I sat on the bank and took a drink. The land beneath me caved and I was thrown in and carried to the lake." She finished. I nodded.
"How unfortunate." Gimli mumbled. "Where do you live?" I asked, thinking that if it were close by we would have time to take her. She bit her lip, as though unsure she wanted to say it. "New England." She whispered.
My eyebrows raised. "I've never heard of such a place." Gimli said. "It's in America." She said, trying hard to make us realize. "I'm sorry. I've never heard of America either." She bit her lip harder. "Then, where are we?" She asked quietly, almost as though she was afraid of the answer. "On the fringes of Mirkwood Forest, Middle Earth." I answered her.
If possible, her eyes got even larger. "Oh my..." She mumbled. Suddenly, she started laughing. Gimli and I exchanged looks, not sure what to make of this. "Ok," she said through her mirth. "This is funny! Who put you up to this? I mean, really, Aragorn, heir of Isildor (A/N: Is that how you spell that? Oh well, whatever.) and Gondor? YEAH! Right! And Gimli, the little Dwarf? This is just too much. Really now, where did you buy those costumes? They're really authentic..."
"COSTUMES!?" Gimli fumed. "Milady, are you well? These are NOT costumes!" She gave him a skeptical look. "Ok, yeah, sure. You can stop acting now, I know that this is just a big joke." She said, sounding irritated.
If she was annoyed, it was nothing to Gimli's frustration. "WE'RE NOT ACTING!" He roared. She moved a little farther back, looking suddenly confused and unsure. "Gimli, please." I said, holding out my hand. He sat back down, glaring at the fire and mumbling to himself in the language of the Dwarves.
"Milady," I said calmly, looking her straight in the eye. "This is no joke. Please try to relax and accept this. We'd like to help you, but you must believe us." The look in her eyes said that she wanted to believe but for some reason, she just couldn't. "I, I..." She stuttered. Her mouth hung open and she put up her hands. "This is too much! I, I need to sleep more often!" She exclaimed and I nodded. "Please," I agreed. "Go to sleep and clear your mind. In the morning you can come to MirkWood with us and we'll figure out how to solve this problem."
I heard Gimli snort in the background, but ignored him. "Yeah," She said, nodding and pulling the cloak tighter to her. "Yeah, let's do that..." She nodded. Suddenly, she sat up again. "You'll be here when I wake up, right?" She asked, clearly scared of being lost and alone again. "We promise." I smiled and she nodded. Closing her eyes, she lay down and went to sleep.
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So, what did ya think? Review and let me know!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF LORD OF THE RINGS (sadly)! IT ALL BELONGS TO THAT GENIUS J.R.R. TOLKIEN!
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Time for me to rant and rave!!!!!!!! ^^ (this could take a while, sorry. U can just skip it. Which I'm sure you've done by NOW, lol)
CCC (Camilla Sandman)- I like my exclamation points!!!!! And having a deranged mind is GOOD!!!!!^_^ (Just think I should mention, my 'theme song' so to speak, is "Anything But Ordinary" by Avril Levigne. Tee hee ^_^)
Joan Milligan- I'm sure that not many people do care what an Appaloosa is, or how you measure a horse. But guess what, I DO. MY FIC. Besides, I don't want to be speakin' a foreign language to a reader. & I like my "PLEEZ REVIEW" it does NOT look immature, it looks like I want reviews! (which I do ^^) by the way, how do you know that I won't die if I don't get reviews? I could very well be a crazy psychopath who goes livid when she gets 'constructive criticism' (as you called it.) Yes, I am going for the old 'girl lands in Middle earth' and YES, I'm going to make it original. Even if I didn't, there's a simple solution for you... DON'T READ IT! P.s. there are NO 'strict rules' in writing a fanfic.
Samus- that must have stunk! Glad to hear you weren't hurt!
To all other reviewers- thanx SOOOO much! You guys r GREAT! ^^
Enjoy & PLEEZ REVIEW!!!! (Joan Milligan- hee hee ^^)
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"Common"
~Elvish~
translations
:::thoughts:::
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FAY'S P.O.V.
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I opened my eyes, and sat up. Everything around me swayed. "Uh..." I moaned. With my head in one hand, I reached up to grab the fence with the other. My hand hit air. Instantly, I looked. There was nothing there. No fence, no sand, no horses, and no Lauren. All that I could see where the woods that surrounded the fence.
"Lauren?" I called, worry rising slightly. There was no answer. "Lauren?" I tried again, panic now becoming more evident. "Come on! This isn't funny!" I hollered. Silence met my ears.
Thoughts chased each other around and around my head. :::What happened? How did I get here? Where is 'here'? How long have I been out?:::
I stood up and looked around. There was a circle shaped clearing in the trees where the riding ring should have been. I was standing in the middle of it. I walked along the edge of it and examined it more closely.
There was nothing strange about it at all. Just a convenient clearing in the middle of the woods. :::This is NOT good::: I thought. I knew that I should sit and wait for someone to come find me, or help me. But my legs (not to mention my butt), were sore from my ride, and I needed to shake the Jell-O feeling.
So I did the stupidest thing I could've done in that situation, I began to explore. I knew that I must have looked pretty dumb in my riding breeches and boots, but I didn't have any cloths that I could change into.
Besides, I didn't really care what I looked like. All I wanted, was to find some civilization. "Hello! Hello?" I yelled, over and over. But all I managed to do was frighten some animals away.
Now, the sun was going down and I was completely lost, not to mention scared. I had no food, no lights, no compass, no map, and no idea what the hell I was gonna do.
So, I sat down, right there on the forest floor, sighing. Damn boots. They were OBVIOUSLY meant for riding, not walking. I could feel the blisters forming and wished desperately for some sneakers or REAL walking boots.
As the sun crept behind some mountains in the distance (Mountains? Since when are there mountains around here?), weariness crept over me. I sighed again, knowing that sleeping on the ground in the middle of a dark forest was not the safest thing. But then again, neither was walking off, and I'd done that.
Looking around me, I found the perfect tree. The space in between the branches was easy for me to climb around on. I happily hopped onto the lowest limb, and began to work my way up. Once I was sure that I was free from skunks or wolves or anything of that sort, I stopped. I decided that in the morning, I would climb up to the very top, and look around at where I was.
I sighed and leaned back. Instantly, I was in a deep sleep. Several times during the night, I woke up. It was cold out, and sleeping on a branch all night definently couldn't compare to a five-star hotel bed. But hey, what was I supposed to do?
I'll tell you what I DID do. I cried. How was I going to get out of this mess? Who was stupid enough to play this joke on me? Was it even a joke? Was I lost on purpose? But who would want to get rid of me like this?
I shook these negative thoughts from my head. They would just make things worse. But I still had this nagging feeling that I couldn't get rid of though. I didn't like it, not one bit.
The next morning, after much tossing, turning, and almost falling off the branch, I spotted a stream in the distance. It didn't look too far off, and I decided that a little cleaning up would help me on my way. I left the safety of the tall branch, and began walking.
Here's a little life's lesson for you: looks can be deceiving. The stream WAS far off. When I left the tree, the sun had JUST risen and the pink of dawn was fading away. Now, the sun was directly overhead, meaning that it was noon. :::By the time I get to the freakin' thing, I'm gonna need FIVE baths. Am I even goin' the right way?::: I thought. It would be REALLY annoying if I did all that walking in the wrong direction.
Finally, a little after what I judged was two-o-clock, I reached the stream. Another little problem- it wasn't a little stream, it was a RIVER. Complete with huge rapids and everything. I groaned. This was NOT my day. No, not my WEEK.
Sighing, I pulled off my boots, and, sitting on the bank, dipped my feet into the water. It was extremely cold, and little goosebumps rose up all over my legs. Oh well, at least now my blisters felt better.
I pulled my feet out and sat there for a few minutes. Finally, I put my socks and boots back on. My feet ached in protest, but I knew that it would be worse if I went barefoot. I also knew that dehydrating myself was NOT a good idea. So I leaned over the water, and, cupping my hands, took a long drink.
At that moment, the dirt underneath me collapsed, and I plunged into the water. Instantly, the rapids began to carry my along, whether I wanted to go or not. Coughing and spluttering, I tried to keep my head above the surface, but it didn't always work.
I was carried for a LONG time. My lips were blue, and I was gasping for breath. Every inch of me was covered in goosebumps and I was shivering a lot. I'd tried to grab onto passing rocks several times, but my fingers were wet and slippery.
Finally, the rampaging river emptied into a lake, a VERY, VERY deep lake. I saw the shore, and pleaded with my aching limbs to carry me there. Somehow I managed to dog paddle/swim my way over to the edge, where I collapsed in a breathless heap.
The sky was a deep purple. I'd been carried for hours. I was tired, wet, freezing, hungry, scared, and lost. (A/N: Looking on the bright side- At least she isn't thirsty anymore! Lol)
My mind was too numb to even try to think of a way out of this problem. I was feeling lightheaded and everything kept spinning. I also felt heavy and knew that I was waterlogged. Numerous cuts and bruises covered my body from sharp rocks and sticks that had been in the water.
Voices in the distance rang through my ears and buzzed in my head. By now, I'd given up hope and dismissed them, thinking that I was now hallucinating. Blackness surrounded me and I felt as though I was drowning in ink well, but I welcomed the peaceful bliss.
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ARAGORN'S P.O.V.
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(A/N: I know that this part is SOOO common, but I couldn't think of any other way for them to meet...)
Gimli and I were on our way to Mirkwood to visit Legolas. His four thousandth birthday was a week away.
(A/N: This takes place AFTER the war. Everyone is still alive and in Middle Earth)
"Aragorn, I think that we should stop for the night. We've been walking since dawn and I'm starved." Gimli muttered. I sighed. "If it pleases you, oh son of Gloin." He scowled at my mocking remark, but let it pass.
I found a small space between the trees and Gimli gathered firewood, which I quickly lit. Soon enough, the fire was roaring before us and we were chewing on the food that we'd packed. The sky was fading and the stars were rolling out. "I'm going to go and fill my canteen." Gimli said between bites. I nodded and handed him a stick. He lit it as a torch, and made his way to the nearby lake.
I waited patiently for him to return, eating my lemba as I did. Suddenly, there was a cry of shock. "ARAGORN!" Gimli hollered (A/N: For someone with such a small body, he's got quite the set of lungs, eh?) "You'd better come and see this!"
I swallowed my last bite of the sweet Elven treat, and grabbed a spare torch stick. Quickly, I lit it, and headed for the lake. When I reached Gimli, he was standing by a figure. "I tripped over the poor lass." He explained. I knelt down, handing my torch to Gimli.
The figure was a young girl with pale skin, some small freckles sprinkled across her nose, and shocking blond hair. At first, I thought she was an elf, as she so closely resembled one and we WERE right near Mirkwood, but then I noticed her ears. They were curved at the top, not pointed. "How do you s'ppose she got here?" Gimli wondered aloud.
"Judging by the fact that she's soaking wet, I'd say that the river carried her here." His brow furrowed, but he asked no further questions. I continued to examine the girl.
She was bruised, shivering with blue lips, and very bloody. "What are we going to do with her?" The Dwarf piped up again. I sighed, rubbing my chin in thought. "I guess we could take her to Mirkwood." He nodded, then leaned down and handed my torch back to me. "Lass, lass!" He said, shaking her gently.
At first she didn't move, but after a few more tries, Gimli got her to open her eyes. "What? Huh?" She looked around, still blinking slightly. "Are you all right?" I asked. She looked at me as though she'd just realized that I was there. "I, uh, think so." Her voice was scratchy, and her throat was probably sore.
Gimli must have realized this too, because he offered her a drink. "No more water..." She groaned, and my suspicions of her river journey were confirmed. "When was the last time that you ate?" I asked. Her eyebrows knitted together in thought. "I don't remember." I nodded and offered my hand.
She took it and I hoisted her up. "Come back to our camp." I said. "We have a fire going where you can dry and warm up. We will also give you some food." She nodded her thanks, and Gimli guided her back to camp.
All the short walk, I watched her. She was most curious. She had on leggings and boots, which was strange, as women did not wear such things. She also had on a strange tunic and cloak. The tunic was black (much like the rest of her outfit) but it had no sleeves. Her cloak was even more interesting. It was much like a normal tunic, but where the buttons should have been, was a strange metal lining that was a bright silver color. (A/N: Zipper)
Most curious though, was something I had not noticed before. She had her blond hair done into a braid at the back of her neck, but some parts of it were different colors! There was a weaving of blond, dark blue, and crimson red all worked into one. I did not know what to make of her.
By now, of course, she was seated in front of the fire, quietly eating a lemba. Gimli had lent her a spare cloak while hers was set aside to dry along with her boots and socks. Her lips weren't blue anymore, and she was shaking less. "Thank you SO much, kind sirs." She said. I nodded, as did Gimli.
"My name is Aragorn." I said, extending a hand. I had just realized that none of us were properly introduced. She shook my hand, and I pointed to the Dwarf. "That is Gimli son of Gloin." Her eyes were wide, and she looked as though she were going to pass out, but she somehow managed to shake Gimli's hand nonetheless.
"You are?" Gimli asked. She shook her head, as though trying to clear away thoughts, and spoke up. "Fay." She said. We nodded. "Very nice to meet you Lady Fay." "Likewise." She smiled. "Tell me," I said. "How you ended up in that spot." She looked down, probably embarrassed.
"I was out riding when I slipped off the horse. I suppose that I hit my head because I blacked out. When I woke up, I wasn't sure where was. Then I did a stupid thing and wandered off looking for my horse or someone that I knew. Finding nothing, I spent the night in a tree. The next morning I spotted what I thought was a stream from the high branches of the tree. It turned out to be a rather large and wild river. I was extremely thirsty though, so I sat on the bank and took a drink. The land beneath me caved and I was thrown in and carried to the lake." She finished. I nodded.
"How unfortunate." Gimli mumbled. "Where do you live?" I asked, thinking that if it were close by we would have time to take her. She bit her lip, as though unsure she wanted to say it. "New England." She whispered.
My eyebrows raised. "I've never heard of such a place." Gimli said. "It's in America." She said, trying hard to make us realize. "I'm sorry. I've never heard of America either." She bit her lip harder. "Then, where are we?" She asked quietly, almost as though she was afraid of the answer. "On the fringes of Mirkwood Forest, Middle Earth." I answered her.
If possible, her eyes got even larger. "Oh my..." She mumbled. Suddenly, she started laughing. Gimli and I exchanged looks, not sure what to make of this. "Ok," she said through her mirth. "This is funny! Who put you up to this? I mean, really, Aragorn, heir of Isildor (A/N: Is that how you spell that? Oh well, whatever.) and Gondor? YEAH! Right! And Gimli, the little Dwarf? This is just too much. Really now, where did you buy those costumes? They're really authentic..."
"COSTUMES!?" Gimli fumed. "Milady, are you well? These are NOT costumes!" She gave him a skeptical look. "Ok, yeah, sure. You can stop acting now, I know that this is just a big joke." She said, sounding irritated.
If she was annoyed, it was nothing to Gimli's frustration. "WE'RE NOT ACTING!" He roared. She moved a little farther back, looking suddenly confused and unsure. "Gimli, please." I said, holding out my hand. He sat back down, glaring at the fire and mumbling to himself in the language of the Dwarves.
"Milady," I said calmly, looking her straight in the eye. "This is no joke. Please try to relax and accept this. We'd like to help you, but you must believe us." The look in her eyes said that she wanted to believe but for some reason, she just couldn't. "I, I..." She stuttered. Her mouth hung open and she put up her hands. "This is too much! I, I need to sleep more often!" She exclaimed and I nodded. "Please," I agreed. "Go to sleep and clear your mind. In the morning you can come to MirkWood with us and we'll figure out how to solve this problem."
I heard Gimli snort in the background, but ignored him. "Yeah," She said, nodding and pulling the cloak tighter to her. "Yeah, let's do that..." She nodded. Suddenly, she sat up again. "You'll be here when I wake up, right?" She asked, clearly scared of being lost and alone again. "We promise." I smiled and she nodded. Closing her eyes, she lay down and went to sleep.
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