Disclaimer: I own Bridget I suppose…
Pucker Up Elf Boy!
Bridget's head hurt, and her face and right hand felt puffy and numb. She opened her eyes only to discover that everything was blurry, it took her a few moments to focus and then a few moments more to understand what see was seeing. A ceiling. And she didn't recognize it. It was then that Bridget heard the voices; they sounded close, but were muffled.
"Legolas, mellon-nin, please stop worrying! I have told you already, despite what we saw earlier the girl has obtained no internal damage, she will live. The grazes on her face and hand aren't infected so will heal without scars, the arm was a clean break and will mend quickly. That head wound is the most worrying, but if she wakes within the next few days we will know that there is no lasting damage. She will probably be a bit dizzy and confused for a few days, but she will be fine."
"Hannon-le Aragorn, I know you are right. But…Did we really see, well, what we saw? Do you believe she is from another world?"
There was a pause.
"I don't know what to think right now."
Bridget had closed her eyes, since the voices seemed to think she was still asleep. She didn't want them to know she was awake, I mean, Aragorn and Legolas! She had obviously been kidnapped by some serious Tolkien fanatics. Suddenly she felt someone touching the side of her face that wasn't numb.
"Touching me!" she screamed, and opened her eyes to find her self staring up at the wide, sparkling blue eyes of one very startled elf. An elf who looked awfully familiar.
"Wow." She thought. "These people are seriously freaky."
The Legolas look-a-like was frowning at her.
"Oh my purple monkeys!" she whispered, "I've died and gone to middle earth!"
With that she leaned up and kissed the sex-on-legs leaning over her full on the lips. Then she fainted from the shock of it.