Okay so waking up after you've been hit in the head with a huge rock is not fun. In fact, it's even worse when you're bound, gagged, and being carried through the woods on some psycho dude's shoulders. I'll skip through some of the details because as I've said, things can get pretty confusing if you're in my situation. What basically happened after I woke up and everything around me stopped spinning?
Well lifting my head, I saw the three "hobbits" and realized that "Aragorn" must be the one carrying me. Now once again, I was probably brain damaged because even at this point it didn't occur to me if I pissed him off enough he really might kill me this time. Which is why I immediately started thrashing around as hard as I could and screaming at the top of my lungs, which was pretty damn loud considering I had a really nasty tasting bundle of cloth shoved into my mouth. I know it wasn't the smart thing to do, but as we've probably already realized, I don't exactly retain my common sense when I'm majorly stressed. Throwing me down on the ground, "Aragorn" turned around and took the gag out of my mouth. He reached into his pocket and unbottled a small flask and said very calmly, "If you don't be very very quiet, I will knock you out again, and this time it won't only be for an hour. In fact, if I pour this into your mouth, it will be a long time before you wake up again." I promptly stopped screaming.
Nothing like someone threatening you to make you shut up.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked him, my voice trembling. I hated that. The last thing I wanted was for this crazy person to hear how scared I was. "Aragorn" looked me directly in the eye and calmly said, "We are taking you to Lord Elrond. Since you are obviously not well, he will decide what shall be done with you. But we have a friend there who is also very ill and we must move quickly so that we may see him soon."
I am obviously not well? This guy was running through the forest looking like an employee at a Renaissance fair and calling himself Aragorn, and he thought that I was the one that needed to be dumped in a loony bin? I considered telling him this, but I decided it wouldn't do a lot of good. So I just shut up and concentrated on looking at everything but him. "What did you do with all my shit?" I shouted. I struggled to sit up and eventually worked myself into the position, looking around for my purse and backpack. I was going to be totally pissed if these guys had actually mugged me. Then I saw "Pippin" holding my backpack. The other one, "Merry" had been going through my purse, but quickly hid it behind his back when I directed my death glare right at him. "Drop it buddy," I growled. He looked quickly at "Aragorn".
"I told him to," he said. I stared open mouthed at him. Who did this guy think he was? Oh wait. That's right. Aragorn. Before I could say a word, he shoved the rag back into my mouth. It was so foul tasting I thought I was going to throw up. I guess he saw the look on my face because he smirked but he didn't remove the gag. Throwing me back over his shoulder, we continued into the woods. I don't know how long it had been. My cell phone was in my purse and I wasn't very good with time. But soon we reached a huge wall and Aragorn took me off his shoulder and cradled me in his arms the way you see at the end of a lot of the really old romance movies.
It was beautiful, made of a pale white marble that sort of glowed with a yellow light. The woods had cleared out above us and the light was beating down upon us. It was warm, but not suffocating warm. A very nice, breezy warm. The kind of weather you want it to stay like forever. But once again came that crowded, empty feeling the woods have always had for me.
"Um Strider?" Merry called," are you sure this is the way?" Aragorn looked at the hobbit and smiled. Wait no. He is not a hobbit. He is a crazy midget. My God these people had almost had me believing they were actually people from Lord of the Rings. I couldn't let that happen again. "Aragorn" shifted me back over his shoulder. It was starting to get uncomfortable because his shoulder was sort of jabbing me in the stomach. I tried to tell him this but he still wouldn't take the gag out, so I had to deal with it for now. I started to space out so I wasn't really paying attention, until we came to an opening in the wall. Well, actually, they were wooden doors that had already been opened, as if they were expecting us. It looked like there was writing on the doors but I didn't get a very good look. "Aragorn" took me off his shoulder and had me in a cradling position again and took out the gag. Word's couldn't even describe what I was saying. It looked exactly like it did in the movie, except there was one thing the movie didn't describe. The place was utterly calm and peaceful. Everything and everyone in it was filled with a sort of inner glow that radiated strength, wisdom, and beauty. The descriptions in the books didn't do it justice, although I hadn't read the books in about a year so I couldn't quite remember.
Someone stepped up. It was a man. No not a man, an elf! Nononononono! Oh my God it's real. As much as I tried to deny it, everything I was looking at, everything they had been saying, were real! But how did this happen? Why me? I didn't want it to be real, but come on. I mean, what are the chances that hundreds of LOTR fanatics escaped from a mental asylum and built an exact replica of Rivendell in my backyard without anybody noticing?
"HOLY.CRAP." I yelled. I twisted my head as far as I could to look at Aragorn. "You're Aragorn! You really are Aragorn! Oh shit oh shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean anything I said!" I might have babbled on like this forever, except the elf that had been talking to Aragorn while I was observing my surroundings, suddenly started to untie me. Aragorn put me down and the elf lifted his bow and arrow to point it at me. He spoke to me, but I didn't understand. I probably looked very confused but hje didn't have any sympathy. "Turn around," he commanded. I did. He poked me with his arrow and once again commanded, "Now walk." I did exactly what he told me and didn't say a word. Especially since I realized there were five more elves following him. I kept my eyes on the ground until we came to a huge castle. The elf that had been talking to Aragorn shouted something to the guards. I didn't even have time to look at the castle, although I did notice that it seemed to be made of the exact same stone as the wall. All of the buildings here seemed to be made of the same type of stone. The arrow in my back reminded me to move again and I continued walking. It might've been ten minutes before they led me down a long flight of steps that looked like they led to a basement. I was wrong. As soon as I got down there, they threw me into a cold stone cell. I tried begging and screaming for them to let me out but all of them except for one had left, and it didn't look like he was budging anytime soon. So I sat down and leaned against the wall, and started counting down there seconds I had until they killed me.