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Chapter 4. On the Mend

(Dream)

" Take off your clothes." His words sending a shiver down my spine traveling through all my bones. " I said take them off." I stayed still. He slapped me on my broken cheek, sending my sprawling to the ground. His hands ripped my clothing and savagely groped at my breasts.

Tears stung my eyes as I clawed at the ground trying desperately to get away

He punched me hard in the face

His large hand prints and bite marks on my thighs

He pulled my hands above my head, easily pinning them both down with one of his large hands. His body was flushed against mine, his weight suffocating me. Black dots spotted my vision as I struggled to suck air into my lungs. " Even broken you're beautiful." He whispered

" no one can stop him . . . "

(End)

I shot awake, my body drenched in sweat, lungs heaving. I shakily sat up and wiped the sweat from my forehead with an unsteady hand. I groaned as the simple action cause more pain to rocket through my body. Tears leaked down my cheeks as the memory of my dreams came back and the pain I was now in because of them. I went to curl myself around my legs when a gentle hand found its way to my shoulder.

I froze and looked down at my shoulder where the hand sat upon it. I let out a deep breath when I noticed that these hands, instead of being rough and tanned, were slightly pale and elegant. A comforting warmth seeped into my skin and sent my pounding heart back to its normal rhythm. The hand slowly pushed me down, causing my body to gently unfold. I followed the hand all the way up its arm to its neck and than to the face that possessed it. My eyes widened in surprise at the sight of this man. He was absolutely angelic. His hair was a beautiful silver blond, and his skin a pale cream. His blue eyes, by the gods, his eyes were so blue and full of such deep emotion and knowledge. They were simply captivating.

" Who are you?" I asked as his hand slid to my forehead and then my cheek, feeling the warmth of my skin. A small frown spread over his face as his hand slid over my cheek. He looked me straight in the eye.

" Who did all of this to you?" His voice was so soft, as if he was trying not to hurt me with the simple sound of his voice.

I provided quietly, " I believe I was asking the questions." I turned on my side to face him but before I could turn all the way over he pushed me back down. I turned my questioning gaze up at him.

" Legolas Greenleaf," he said, " My name is Legolas Greenleaf." I looked at him oddly.

" That is an odd name, Legolasgreenleaf, I must say it is terribly long." My voice sounded so soft that I could barely hear it myself. I silently wondered how he even heard me. He laughed lightly and smiled down at me.

" No my lady, It is Legolas Greenleaf, tis two separate words."

" Two? Really, still that is quite odd. Where I come from, you get two names but they are not put together like yours." I paused and yawned widely. " My tribal name is Eintpiana . . . you may call me by my chosen name . . . Adriana." I trailed off as my eyes began to sag.

" Adriana, what a beautiful name . . . " His hand caressed my cheek again. He whispered a few words but in my state of doziness I couldn't comprehend them. I simply feel into a peaceful sleep, knowing deep down that I was finally safe.

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I was continually falling in and out of consciousness for the next four or five days. I remembered some of the trip but most of the scenery was the continual blackness of my closed eye lids. The things I did remember were beautiful and one such memory was extremely odd. I remember feeling the continual rhythm of a horse beneath me and the feeling of strong arms wrapped protectively around my waist. The feeling of a safe warmth enveloping me from behind, vivid green and gold trees, and misting water falls. The oddest of the memories was, well, odd to say the least. I remember feeling by body submerged in warm water, the gentle touch of hands washing my skin, hands weaving their way through my hair. Soft melodic voices sing angelically in a language I couldn't comprehend. But it none the less it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard.

When I finally gained full consciousness, I found myself alone in an extravagant room, lavished in whites, silvers, and blues. The bed I was in was soft and warm on my naked flesh. The shier white and blue curtains that hung around the bed seemed to close off my view of some of the room besides that of a small balcony, with a view of a large misty forest and water fall that seemed to plummet down ward for eternity, and the plain white door. I then noticed for the first time that beside my bed was an empty chair. I reached over and touched the seat, moaning as my stiff arms were finally forced to move. I was surprised that the seat was still warm. Its occupant must have just left before I'd awoken. Pulling back my hand and tucking it safely back within the covet of my blankets I turned to my side and stared out the large window. I began to wonder just where I was and what time of year as well. I knew that when I'd left the hell I'd been in it'd been late winter. But here, it seemed to be late spring. My thoughts were broken when I heard the door I had been looking at earlier opened. I distinctly made out two deep male voices.

One asked," What do you know about her?"

" Absolutely nothing Mithrandir, beside the fact that her name is Adriana."

" Has she been examined?"

" By none other than myself."

" What did you find?" There was a long pause in which the second voice didn't answer.

" Two arrow wounds and several deep gashes no more than two weeks old, A broken cheek bone from around the same time." His voice was filled with sorrow as he spoke. My eyes began to water as the memories flashed before me yet again. " Scars on her wrists more than likely from the continually rubbing of a rope" He took an even longer pause. " Bruises and bite marks . . . It was evident she'd been beaten and raped." His voice was barely above a whisper

Both men were silent for a long period of time. Tears streamed silently down my face. I stifled a sob and for the first time they realized I was awake.

" My lady, if it is all right, we'd like to ask you a few questions." I turned over and faced the men while nodding lightly. The first I noticed was rather old looking, his beard and hair greying with age, however his eyes a bright twinkling blue. He wore robes that were about as grey as his beard. In his hands he held a gnarled wooden staff. The other had dark raven colored hair, his eyes a smoky grey, he also wore robes. However, his was a rich purple, covered with rich silver embroidery.

I wiped the tears from my eyes; taking in a shuddery breath, I spoke, " I would like to ask questions as well . . . please take a seat." I sat up in bed, rearranging the pillows behind me, and cleared my throat. The younger looking man took a seat. I noticed that he too had pointed ears. Curiously I reached out and touched them. They looked so odd but thing skin was soft and firm like any other ear. He quickly removed my hand, " What are you?" I questioned.

The corner of his mouth turned upward in a small wry grin, " I my lady Adriana, am an elf. I am a healer here as well as Lord to this heaven."

" Where exactly is here?" I turned toward the balcony, looking outside at the unfamiliar land scape.

" This my lady is Rivendale."

" Rivendale . . . " I thought for a second, " Where is that in association to Odoacerian Tribe?" He looked confused, " The Cibri?" He frowned, " What about the White River?" He turned to the older man who was frowning as well. " Quintinnia?" I provided desperately. Again I received no answer. I looked between the two, desperately looking for any sign of recognition. I shook my head and looked back out the window.

" My lady, I do not recognize any of those names. As far as I know . . . they don't even exist." The older man finally spoke up.

" Not exist . . . that's not possible . . . I am, was apart of the Cibri tribe. I know they exist. They have to . . . " I trailed off and turned back to face the two men.

" What year is it?" I questioned.

" The 29th of September 3018." My eyes widened in surprise and I lifted my eyebrows.

" 3018...but that would mean I'd been asleep for . . . " I quickly did the math and sputtered out the unbelievable answer. " Over . . . over 2,015 years . . . and that my lord is certainly not possible." It was the Lords turned to look shock. The older greying man kept his composure.

" Something is happening, one thing is clear . . . the Valar have a hand in what is going on here . . . You were brought here for a reason."

" And what reason would the Valar have brought me here?" I questioned emphasizing the unfamiliar word.

" The Valar my lady are higher beings, they control our faits . . . " The older man provided.

' They are somewhat like my Gods than.'I though silently

" What that reason is we have yet to find out, the tide of Middle Earth is changing, I can feel it. You have a roll to play in what is too come my lady."

The old man was so vague, he knew something more, he just wasn't telling me.

" Before you begin to ask me your questions, I would like to know one more thing . . . What are your names?"

" I my lady, am Gandalf the Grey and this is Lord Elrond of Rivendale." I nodded in acceptance and motioned for them to continue.

" When you were mentioning your tribe, the Cibri I believe, why did you refer to your self as no longer being a part of them?" Lord Elrond questioned.

" They were destroyed my Lord, by the same man and army that did this to me." I said as I motioned toward my beaten body. A look of sorrow took over his features as he spoke,

" Who was this man?"

" If what you say is true, and I am really in this place called Middle Earth. Then I am so far enough away from him that his name doesn't matter." I said vaguely. " Even if I did know, would it matter?" I asked although I didn't really expect an answer. " What else would you like to know?"

" Nothing my lady, whatever information you have, you can share when you are ready. You hold no threat to my people. You are welcome to stay as long as you please." Lord Elrond invited. I looked at him in mild surprise.

" Thank you my Lord. You are most gracious." I said humbly.

" Think nothing of it my lady, now we must go, there is much to discuss. You should get some rest." He added as he got up from his chair and positioned himself beside Gandalf. " Your things will be returned to you as soon as they are repaired and your clothing will be . . . discarded of. New ones will be provided for you."

As much as I wanted to say that all of this wasn't necessary I knew that I did desperately need clothing and some of my weapons were beyond my repairing skills. I simply nodded and thanked him sincerely. I laid down back in bed as the two men left. Thinking silently to myself about just what I was going to do about all of this. I soon fell asleep and began to dream of a time long forgotten.

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I stood in a hut, its low roof nearly touching the top of my head. I was accompanied by several people, some of their faces were hidden by shadow, others were more recognizable. The first face I recognized was that of my village healer. I walked up behind her curiously and looked over her shoulder. There sitting on a pile of furs, was my mother. Her belly was swollen from child baring. In her arms she held a small naked baby girl.

" Mother!" I cried and ran to her. She didn't seem to notice me at all. I knelt down next to her, reaching out to touch her. When suddenly, hands shot through my midriff followed by two arms.

A voice sounded, " Let me see the child." I reached down and touched the hands that had gone through my body. My hands fell through them. I looked around. No one seemed to notice my presents.

" It's a dream." I whispered to myself as my mother handed over the child who was unmistakably me. I turned and watched as our village elder lifted me from my mothers arms. He immediately turned to look at the small of my back. He saw what I'd known to be there all along. A single birth mark that resembled a hawk. The likeness was so clear, on would have thought someone had purposely marked me there.

Our elder looked shocked for a moment before looking at my mother.

" She's the one," he spoke softly " the chosen one."

My mother sat stock still and a single tear trailed down her cheek as she addressed the village elder.

" I will raise her as my own, she will have a normal life until her time comes."

" I wouldn't have it any other way" He looked back at the squirming baby within the circle of his arms. " She is meant for greatness."

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end of dream

My leg jerked violently, startling me into consciousness. I rolled over in bed toward the window. The visions and words of my dream ran through my mind at a blinding speed. Nothing made sense any more. I rapped myself up in my bed sheet and got slowly out of bed. Looking around for some clothing, I made my way to the small armoire. I opened the top draw, its contents were neatly folded, I shuffled through them. Finally pulling out what looked to be a loose-fitting pair of pants and shirt. I dropped the sheet and began to slowly pull on the clothing. I needed to talk to someone about this . . . and that someone was Gandalf.

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