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Pain.

That is the first feeling I could register once I was conscious. Masking things worse, my body was jumping up and down, I was apparently on a horse. A fast one.

I groaned. Had it all been a dream? Did I actually meet that...Tolkien man? Was I actually dead?

I shifted my body slightly and was aware of another one behind mine. Pain shot through my stomach and legs. I cried several curses out loud.

Wait, I thought to myself, pain is good. Pain means I'm still alive. Alive means I'll still get to see Maria...or Tomaso. Wait, where the hell did that come from? Shut up brain!

I heard a screech behind me and I saw several black arrows fly past me and the unidentified rider.

"Noro lim" a male voice behind me said. I was slightly distracted by what he was saying. I had never heard that language before, and being an assassin, I had already traveled far and wide and I had still never heard such words. They were beautiful and melodic, even if he he sounded like he was giving an order, he still sounded like he was singing.

The command must have been for the horse, because it moved even faster than before.

Slowly, I felt myself slipping back into unconsciousness.

The next time I woke up, I was lying comfortably on a bed. I felt hands wrap bandages around my waist.

I heard two angry voices in the room, and I opened one eye. There were three other people in the room. One was a golden haired lady who was the one wrapping bandages around me. Another was a man with long dark hair. He looked mad, when he turned to look at me, his eyes were full of distrust. The third was another lady with the same dark hair as the man. She was astoundingly beautiful and her eyes were full of concern as they gazed at me.

The strangest thing about all of them though, is that they all had strange ears that were pointed at the tips. Where were these people from? Were they even people?

The lady with the dark hair came beside me and started talking to me in the same language the man on the horse did. Her words were calming and soothing.

I groaned as sleep claimed me yet again.

Ugh. What time is it? I thought to myself.

I saw sunlight shining brightly through the window. Shoot, Maria forgot to wake me up this morning. If I'm late again I'm going to be in so much-.

Then I remembered what happened.

So, it was all real.

I sat up and got a good look at the room I was in.

It was bright and cheerful, but calm and serene. You could smell the scent of flowers in the air and the whole place made me feel at peace.

I had been changed into a thin white nightgown and my other clothes lay on a chair beside me. My weapons, though, were no where to be found, except a knife which sat on the table. I took it and immediately recognized it as the one Antonio gave me for my sixteenth birthday. I kept it close.

The door opened and the woman with blonde hair who was wraping me in bandages earlier walked in.

"Good morning my lady."

I put my forehead in my hand "Where am I?"

"Rivendell my lady." she answered.

Where in the world was Rivendell?

"My name is Idril, I shall be in charge of drawing and assisting you in your bath."

My eyes widened slightly at this. Growing up as a poor girl meant I had no servants. I was unused to such treatment.

"Ummm...alright then."

She poured water into a tub and filled it with different liquids. She motioned for me to take off my clothes.

I blushed "I think I can do the rest myself now."

Idril smiled "Alright my lady, if you need anything, please look for me."

"Um, Idril?"

She turned around "Yes my lady?"

"You can just call me Bianca."

She smiled "Alright Bianca."

I stepped into the tub and lay there for what felt like hours. I spent my time thinking.

First of all, where was Rivendell?

Who is Tolkien?

And who was that man who saved me?

I was confused and conflicted. I was also extremely mad at myself. Why did I have to drink the stupid potion? I had let my curiousity get the better of me yet again. I imagined what would have happened if I sailed away instead of drinking the potion.

I finally got out of the tub and wraped myself with a towel. I looked in the closet and was horrified to find only dresses. Not that I had anything against dresses, it's just that these were much too... revealing for my taste. Thankfully, I found one with a decent neckline, put it on, and ran outside, not bothering to fix my hair.

I needed to take walk.

As I walked through the halls of...what did she call this place again? Ah, yes Rivendell, I saw more of those strange people with the pointy ears. They gave me suspicious glances and odd looks.

I found a garden and started wandering around a garden aimlessly, slightly lost. Then I accidentally bumped into four small children.

"Sorry" I muttered as i walked past them.

"Wait!" one of them said "You're human."

I stopped "Yes, apparently I am." I replied dryly.

"How did you end up with the elves?" So they were elves hmm? Interesting.

"I have yet to find out. If you'll excuse me-"

"You speak funny, where are you from?"

I glared at him. He was getting annoying.

One of the kids with dark hair looked at me apologetically. "Sorry, we forgot to introduce ourselves. I'm Frodo, he's Sam, this is Merry, and he's Pippin."

Pippin smiled at me brightly. "What's your name?"

"Bianca. Now go away." I turned away from them and walked back into the hall

"Non sono mai avere figli se sono quel fastidioso!" I muttered to myself.

I groaned. I was so confused. So many questions, yet the answers were no where to be found.

"Perhaps I can help you."

I turned around. An old man man was staring at me with piercing blue eyes. He had a grey robe and beard and he leaned on a long wooden staff.

"Who are you?" I said with an air of annoyance.

"My name, my lady, is Gandalf, and you must be Bianca I have heard of you from Lord Elrond."

Who's Lord Elrond? Ugh, nevermind, I'll ask this Gandalf man, I think he may help understand what's happening.

"You look confused."

I sighed "You have no idea."

He raised an eyebrow "Try me."

I glared at him and took a deep breath "Alright, first of all, where am I? How did I get here? And who is this Tolkien man?" my voice was slightly panicked and my Italian accent got thicker. The cool and deadly composure of an assassin washed away. I was now fully aware of the situation I was in.

"Well my lady, you are in Middle Earth."

I laughed darkly "What's so Middle about Earth?"

He looked at me with concern "Well, now that we've concluded that you're not from here, please tell me what you remember before arriving in Rivendell."

So I told him my story, starting from when my client told me to assassinate De Luca.

He just kept on nodding and asking me the occasional question.

Great, now he looks confused as well.

He stroked his beard wisely (which I found quite amusing) and said "I'm afraid I do not know how you could have come to Middle Earth, nor do I know this Tolkien man. I'm sorry."

I slouched, disappointed, I had really hoped he would help me clear my mind

"Oh." I said

I groaned in frustration "Nevermind, I'll find out myself." I pushed him aside and stomped out of the courtyard.

I started looking for my room. Unfortunately, this Rivendell place was a maze. I was lost in seconds.

"Lost?" I heard a mocking voice say behind me.

Standing in front of a tree were two men. One had reddish brownish hair and brown eyes. He had a playful smile on his face and had a symbol of a white tree on his tunic. He must have been the one who spoke. I glared angrily at him.

The other man was dark haired, like me, and had grey eyes which stared at me, intrigued. The man with the tree on his chest spoke again "May we be of assistance to the fair maiden?"

Did he just mock me?

I snarled at him, and in the blink of an eye, I had my knife at his throat and my face was inches apart from his.

"Lost? Yes, I am lost. I am also, confused, angry, annoyed, and frustrated. So if you ever try to bother me again, I shall not hesitate to slit your throat my lord." I practically spat the last part at him.

Ugh. I hated men.

I was never the one for male company. Or female company. Or any kind of company. I liked the solitude. The only people I really spoke to were Maria and Tomaso.

I let go, and looked at their shocked faces. I smirked at them and walked away, slightly happier.

"Lady Bianca?"

I groaned again "Don't you people know when someone wants to be left alone!"

I turned around and regreted what I said immediately. In front of me was the beautiful lady from before, who has in my room arguing with that other man-err- I mean elf.

"Sorry" I said "I'm feeling a bit...off today."

She nodded. "That's alright, I just noticed you were a bit lost, so perhaps I could assist you to your room."

I bowed slightly, grateful, "Thank you my lady."

"Please," she said "call me Arwen."

I smiled slightly at her "Alright."

As we walked to my room, I found out that Arwen was the daughter of Elrond, who was the Lord of Imladris, which meant he ruled this city.

Oh God, I had just snapped at a princess. My day was not turning out to be one of the best.

I also managed to get to know more about elves. They were usually fair of face, and we're immortal. They also had enhanced hearing and eyesight giving them great skill in battle. They also were immune to change in temperature or any kind of sickness and made no sound when they walked.

In other words, they were so perfect it was annoying. I felt rather inferior next to them.

As we walked over a bridge two elves stopped to greet us. They were both dark haired. As we got closer, I realized they were identical twins.

"Titta onoone!" they said to Arwen and they both embraced her.

Arwen smiled and said "Bianca, these are my older brothers Elrohir and Elladan, Elrohir, Elladan, this is Bianca."

They nodded at me and I politely bowed my head a little. I could immediately tell that though the twins were alike in appearance, their personalities were very different. Elladan was playful and carefree, while Elrohir was regal and proper though, both held an air of mischief around them.

"Well sister, Elladan and I shall be sparring at the practice fields, see you soon." Then the brothers left.

After five more minutes of walking, finally, Arwen stopped "Here is your room."

"Thank you." I said and started for the door.

"Wait." she said. I turned around.

"Please be careful around here. People may think you work for the...Enemy. Think before you act or speak. Do not be too rash. Do not give them any reason to hurt you."

I winced inwardly as I remembered what happened that afternoon with the man with the tree on his chest. I'm obviously not off to a good start. Perhaps I shall make amends with him tomorrow.

On that happy note, Arwen left.

I sat down in bed and ate the dinner that had been left for me there. I saw that all my weapons had been returned (I counted all 29). Then I changed into a nightgown and crawled into bed. I toyed with the knife Antonio gave to me, thinking, when I realized I had totally forgeten something. I still didn't know who the Witch King was.

Elvish translations:

Noro lim-ride fast

Titta onoone-little sister

Italian translation:

Non sono mai avere figli se sono quel fastidioso- I'm never having kids if they're this annoying!