3. Three

I woke up early next morning to the sounds of shifting movement around me. Apparently we were ready to go. I felt a hand shake me gently once, and I was helped to my feet. I was startled to find that I had slept that night, and annoyed as I'd sort of hoped that I would wake up to find myself back in my chair at home. No such luck

My movement that day was slower as I trudged along, waiting for the opportune moment to arrive when I could attempt an escape. It never did, and we kept on for more hours until both men abruptly halted. One of the men gave a shout and a moment later my blindfold was removed.

I winced and put my hand over my eyes as they were exposed to bright light for the after a day of that blindfold. I could hear a voice answer my man's shout as I looked up.

Around me was a small amount people of similar features to my two men, tall with silvery hair and wearing medieval type clothes, some with daggers in their belts. Afew of them gave me strange looks but most of them avoided my gaze altogether. I supposed I did look quite out of place, and probably a bit of a sight. My Short ginger hair was probably stood up on ends except for a sweaty fringe. (Thanks to my blindfold) Pale face, with angry red splotches around the eyes and nose from crying, black top and trousers rumbled and dirty from my hike, yes I could see what all the good looking tall people (myself reaching 5ft1) had against me.

Seeing these people didn't put me at all at ease. There was something, different, about them that I couldn't place, couldn't explain. They seemed the to say be much more aware, no, aloof. They had that sort of air about them.

The thing that I found quite disturbing was that I couldn't find an unattractive face among them. Not one blemish, not one person even slightly plump. Of course I was more disturbed that I'd been abducted possibly twice.

I also couldn't shake off the feeling that I had seen this place before somehow, like I had heard of it or had it described to me. I was still in the wood, but an open space much larger than the glade I first found myself in. To my left there were two circles of trees, the outer were had snow white bark and no leaves, while the inner were larger and reminded me of the first ones I saw, with the golden leaves.
I was led through the white barked trees and further on past an open grassy space until we came to the tallest set of trees I had ever seen. Around them there were stairs winding up into their tops, with what seemed like many silver lights shinning at the top under the sun.

"Caras Galadhon" Murmured one of my men before leading me down a white stone path.

I stopped walking.

I knew that name. The name from the book, the book, the one I'd been reading.

Right before I saw that tree. Right after I wondered how well I would cope if I were in Middle Earth...

I could feel my breath coming in short rasps and my bottom lip start to quiver as I started to cry. Soft sobs escaped my mouth as I started to really take in my situation.

I had not been kidnapped, I was out of the woods in that respect, but I was somehow in another...world.

How had this happened? What was I going to do, how could I possibly get myself home?

The taller man, no, elf, saw me sobbing and tried to take my hand in reassurance but I swatted it away. Looking up at his face I just couldn't believe I hadn't seen it before. He even had pointy ears, if I looked closely.

He muttered something to his companion, who knelt in front of me to reach my eye level. On closer inspection I saw that these two didn't actually look like brothers, it was just that they both had that same aura about them that made me assume that. The taller elf actually had a longer nose than the other, and his hair was a shade darker.

Anyway the smaller elf had knelt in front of me and was whispering something in his language. I have no idea to this day what it was but it did the trick and I stopped crying, feeling strangely soothed.

We started walking again and we came closer to the trees and a sort of city. We crossed a white bridge and paused in front of tall gates. The taller man said some words and we went through, after a lot more walking, a trip past a fountain and the largest tree I have ever seen, we stopped, to my amazement in front of a well built, beautiful treehouse.

My, elves, said some more stuff to me and I just gave them a shaky half smile and a shrug. I'd spend a day with them and I hadn't picked up a word, and it didn't look like I was soon going to.

Out of the front of this..."house" a slightly plumper, yet still blonde and slim elf strode out, looking much more annoyed than my two had done during my time with them. His mouth turned up at one side into a sort of sneer when he came to stand in front of me, like he had something horrible under his nose.

"O man dôr túliel le, Man eneth (bussiness)?" He said, none too kindly.
My short elf said something back to him. It was probably that I couldn't understand thier language but it didn't seem to make much of a difference, as the new elf continued; "Pedich Edhellen?"
I shifted my feet alittle but said nothing.
His eyebrows kinitted together for a moment. "Man eneth lín?"
"I'm sorry," I said, voice abit croaky from lack of use. "I can't understand you."
Instead of sympathetic looks which I had expected I'd recieve, I was given scowls from the new man as he guestured me to follow him inside the house. I think he tried to give me some sort of instructions, but again the language barrier was too much in the way for me to understand.

I was amazed to see that the walls of this house looked almost made of gold and silver. The room was oval shaped and there were many seats infront of me, with a small group of people sat in them.

My attention was imediately drawn to two of them. The others were tall, but these two were taller, and slimmer. The man had almost silver hair that fell straight, past his shoulders. He wore white robes and a circlet on his forehead. The woman had deep golden hair that rippled down her back in waves, and wore about her a presence of royalty.
Her eyes were a deep, piercing blue unlike any I've ever seen. When she looked at me it felt like she was looking right through me, like she could see everything. Like there was nothing about me that was private, that was my own

My men bowed and to my dismay, turned to leave. I turned after them as if to follow, but the looks on their faces told me that I was expected to stay. Both of them had sympathetic eyes, and my smaller elf gave me a short nod before completely turning his back to me.

Man eneth lín? what is your name.