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Chapter 7: Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Sitting in her room on her canopied bed that faced a window over-looking a perfect view of the city of Minus Tirith, Bridget was still in shock. It was so large! The movie had been a good likeness of it, but you just couldn't comprehend the sheer size of the place, especially the tower, until you had stood at its base and looked all the way up.
She felt uncomfortable here. In Mirkwood everyone had known where she had come from, and accepted her behaviour as normal for her world. But here, amongst humans, she would have to be so much more careful of how she acted and what she said. Bridget knew quite well how judgmental people could be, and unlike back home, here, she had no friends to turn to for comfort. 'I wonder what time breakfast is around here?' she thought. 'Maybe I'll go look for Legolas…'
Wandering around the halls, Bridget couldn't help but notice all the stares she was getting from the servants and other people she passed. 'Gosh.' She thought, 'if they're like this when I'm wearing a dress, just wait until I get my pants clean.'
She was trying to find the kitchen. Her and Legolas gotten back so late last night that they'd missed dinner. No-one had seemed to realise this, and Bridget was starving. 'That's it, I'll just have to ask the next person I meet.'
"Excuse me" she said to a passing boy, "Can you tell me when breakfast is?"
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you've missed it." The mystery boy replied.
"Well then… can you show me the way to the kitchens?"
"That I would be happy to do" he said with a smile, "Follow me."
It had been just like in the stories. The kitchen folk had been only too happy to feed a growing youngster. Then Harod (the boy she had asked for directions), had promised to show her around the city. He had also told her why everyone was staring. It was because she had travelled to Gondor with their King and Queen and the Elven Prince, and they were curious as to whom she was, because she certainly didn't act like a lady, but she didn't act like a commoner either. Bridget had told him she had lost her memory, because she didn't think he would believe the truth, and that she had been found in the elven forest of Mirkwood. He had seemed to believe her, so she had left it at that.
While they had been walking, a messenger had come up to her to tell her that she would be dining with the royal family and friends. Harod had looked at her with awe.
"You are to dine with the king?"
"They were the ones that found me you know."
"But he is the King! And our Lady Queen and the Elven and Dwarfish Lords will be there!"
"Yes."
"Are you not even afraid?"
"Why would I be afraid? It's not like they're going to hurt me."
"You are very strange."
"Why thank you!" she said with a laugh. This was turning out to be a good day after all.
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