A/N. I own nothing of Tolkien or his works. only what I create. Won't be 100% lore compliant, but I will be as respectful as I can.

It is my story of how I feel on earth and how I hope to behave if I were to be sent to my favorite world.

The Misplaced Eldar

Prologue

All her life Helene had felt out of place and time. She was tall over 6", very fair in looks, and more athletic than those that were her peers. Ever since she was very young she had been praised for all of them. Modeling agencies have asked for her to model for big brands, and scouts from the largest sports teams had wanted her to come and compete for them, nor had she lacked the offers for dates. But she had no interest in them. Many of them could make amazing mates for a lucky girl. But not her.

Even if all the offers offered her fame, money, and anything she could ever want they all fell on deaf ears as all of them would take her to the large cities. She hated the city and could never live there. Cars were obnoxious things and only hurt her ears. The air was disgusting to smell and there was not enough wildlife, trees, and rivers for her to enjoy.

She always felt misplaced and out of touch with this world. Like she never belonged and that feeling got worse every year. Like she was two identical magnets pushing at each other. And it showed to her family more and more the older she got. She could not hide that fact. Like she was fading out of time and place. Her heart was bleeding from the thought to stay here. But what could she or her family do? Nothing. All the visits with different therapists did not help. She could not find joy in this world even if she loved the family that gave her love, safety, and warmth, it wasn't that she was ungrateful. But her body and mind rejected this world and one day she couldn't even get out of bed.

"Helene? Are you up yet?" She heard her mother scream from downstairs. She wanted to answer her, but her body felt locked in place. That night she had dreamed of White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise. Tears were all over her face and pillow when her mother walked in on her and came over.

"Helene? What is wrong? Darling, why are you crying?" Her mom reached for her and helped her to sit up and embraced her.

"I do not know mother. I do not know at all. Last night I dreamed of white shores in the distance with silver voices singing in the distance. Like they were welcoming me home and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise. It made me feel something I never had mother. But I felt peace and at home"

As her mom listened to her it both made her heart happy and broken at once as her daughter had for once felt peace, but not here in her home. But in a dream where she could never go. "Ohh, my sweet girl. I wish we could help you find it. All I want is to see you smile again as you did when you were little."

Helene looked up at her to see her mom's face all sad. "Please do not think that I am ungrateful for the love you all have given me. I love you all so much, but mommy. I do not belong here.

At that moment, they both started to cry as her mother held her tight and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I know Helene, my amazing daughter. I also had a dream last night, and it was of you in that faraway green country with a white shore beneath it and silver voices singing in a language I did not understand as a swift sunrise rose."

As her mother spoke the room started to dim out, both of them saying I love you as they cried, and then darkness. There was nothing for what seemed like an eternity.

Helene's mother found herself in bed, not knowing whether was a dream or not. But she rushed out of bed and into her daughter's room. Empty. Sheets rolled away and as soon as she felt the bed it was warm. Like she had slept there moments before. Sadness came over her as she knew she would never see her daughter again at least not in this world. Whatever the dream was, it was goodbye.