A/N: Thanks for giving this a chance! I'd like to get some reviews too, because your criticism/ opinions are the only way to improve. Thanks!(: I don't own LOTR, or Legolas. And, to the LOTR experts out there; I am not an expert and the plot doesn't follow LOTR letter by letter.

There is only one thought, repeating itself mercilessly inside my head.

Matt is in the hospital and I have to see that he's fine. I have to get to him.

What has happened? Where am I?

For a moment it almost seems that I am at home, fast asleep.

The world feels unknown, dark and I have absolutely no idea of where I might be at the moment.

"Matt", I whisper desperately. "Matt, hold on. I'm coming."

I think about the phone call. I can still recall it clearly.

What happened after that and what happened to my memory?

Since when can I not remember events that have taken place only a few hours earlier?

The harder I think, the blanker my thoughts feel.

I remember some sort of black mass, moving fast towards me, but that's all.

No idea if that actually hit me.

I remember covering my face with my hands and praying that a miracle would happen and I wouldn't get killed. Another thought crosses my mind.

Am I even alive? I've never died before, so it'd be hard to tell if I'm dead or not.

Do I feel different?

I try to sit up and open my eyes, but I can't move. Simply nothing happens.

As if I don't have any control over my own body anymore. Am I paralysed or something?

I can't be, can I? I can still breathe on my own. I inhale quickly to prove my point and indeed, fresh air fills my lungs.

Fresh air? Am I outside? I suppose so, because if I think really hard, I can smell grass and trees, which is quite odd,

because there are no forests near the hospital.

I cough nervously, hoping that something will happen soon. The darkness is making me feel really weird,

because a small part of me still thinks I might be dead.

After a time that feels like eternity, my eyes flicker open, but soon I lift a hand to guard them from the shining, bright sun.

I groan at the light and try to sit up, but don't really succeed.

Suddenly, I hear a very pure and beautiful voice.

"Arwen en amin, mani marte?" [my lady, what happened?]

I swallow hard, thinking. Why can't I understand a word of his speech? How hard did I hit my head?

Hard, I assume, because I should still be in the USA and yet,

there is a person somewhere nearby, speaking to me and I can't understand a word.

Then I realise that this person is probably waiting for a reply and I just lift my gaze to look at him.

Nothing could've spared me from the heart attack.

"Lle anta amin tu?" [Do you need help?]

I've never head such a language before!

And this person, now standing before my eyes, has to be a creation of my own imagination.

He doesn't even look like a human. He is dressed weirdly.

The clothes do look great on him, but I just can't figure out a reason to dress up like that nowadays. He's like from a medieval movie or something.

He has long, blonde, almost golden, hair that's braided and in his hands he has a bow.

I blink a few time and sit up slowly.

"Mani naa essa en lle?" [What is your name?]

I suddenly feel a wave of dizziness wash over me and I hit my head on the ground as I fall.

I feel a strong pair of hands grab me and help me sit up. They are his hands.

I take a deep breath, telling myself it's just a hallucination and it'll disappear soon.

Then I open my eyes, only to find him looking at me, a concerned look on his face.

He eyes me in silence, and then seems to realise something.

Now I can see him better. He isn't only dressed differently.

He has icy blue eyes that are so deep I'm almost certain I can see his soul or something.

They are scaring me a bit and I shiver under his gaze.

His ears are even weirder.

They are pointy, very inhuman- like. I don't know where I've seen such before, until I then can only think of one word.

He looks like an elf. And not just an elf, I've seen him before.

"Legolas", I whisper silently, looking at him with a shocked expression on my face.

He also furrows his brows and blinks a few times, as if thinking how can I know him.

He then opens his mouth and asks: "Amin sinta lle?"[Do I know you?]

Then he takes a deep breath, looking at me weirdly.

"Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?"[Do you speak Elvish?]

I swallow thickly.

"I.. I don't understand you. I am sorry", I whisper and look at his hands that are still holding me.

He lets go of me and takes a step back.

"You are a human", he then whispers, an odd expression on his face.

"You speak English", I manage, before his words even get a chance to register.

When they do, I chuckle. "Of course, what else could I be?"

He gives me another odd glare and shakes his head in disbelief.

"Who are you?" he asks, his voice now slightly colder.

He kinda creeps me out.

First of all, he's dressed up like Tolkien's Legolas, he has these odd ears and too blue eyes.

Contact lenses aren't they? They have to be.

And, he speaks a language I've never heard of.

This guy has to be a little.. weird. Elves don't exist, everyone knows that.

I decide to reply anyway.

"Viv. Erm.. I mean.. Vivienne Greene", I manage to mutter, still feeling very dizzy.

"Very well Lady Greene", he stops to look at me.

"What are you doing here? And where are you going?" he then continues and eyes me, still looking slightly amazed and concerned.

"I.." Then I realise that I don't have any idea where I am, nor where am I going.

I look around myself, and there are only trees and bushes, grass and flowers.

Nothing anywhere. Just a deep, dark forest. I swallow.

"I.. I don't know. I was hoping that you could tell me", I then reply, looking at my feet.

I realise that other one of my shoes has gone missing.

"We are in Mirkwoord", he replies.

I furrow my brows. "Mirkw-what?"

I mentally face palm.

This has to be some kind of.. Kind of.. I don't have a reasonable explanation for this.

"Yes, the forest of Mirkwood. You seemed to know me. What are you doing here, Lady Greene?" he looks concerned.

I blink a few times, thinking. This seems too real. Wow, I'm almost impressed.

What is this, a TV show?

A small voice inside my head keeps telling me that maybe this is real.

Maybe you are really in Mirkwood, and the person now standing before your eyes actually is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood.

But no, surely it cannot be. I can't jump from real life into a book.

This is fiction. They are fictional characters. They don't exist. They simply don't.

They are in Tolkien's head, not.. not tangible!

"I.." I swallow again, thinking what I could say.

I realise that if he now leaves me here, I'll probably get killed in a matter of minutes, because I'm lost and I have nowhere to go.

"I was just.. walking. Something happened, and I.. I don't know, I cannot remember." I meet his eyes.

They are so blue, so different.

It's impossible to tell what he's thinking.

"I've heard about you", I end up lying.

I can't tell him he doesn't exist, because obviously he does.

Those eyes are real. Those ears are real, too.

Or maybe this is an actor, who has really spent time and money on his costume.

But he doesn't look exactly like Orlando Bloom. Something is different.

He looks more.. natural in his clothes.

Everything about him looks so great, so.. I don't have the right words for it.

"Do you not speak Elvish?" he then asks, deep in his thought.

"No.. I.. I come from a place far away from here", I sigh.

He looks at me. "What is this place, if I may ask, my lady?"

I lick my lips nervously.

"I don't think you have heard of the USA", I reply.

He furrows his brows. "No, I have not."

I look at the sky, and think. "I think.. It is from another world."

I didn't mean to say that aloud, and so I mentally kick myself.

Great, now he'll think I'm the insane one!

He can't leave me here. He just can't.

After a short awkward silence I try to stand up.

I succeed, but suddenly black spots appear everywhere and I lose my balance.

I quail and try to prevent hitting my head, but Legolas manages to catch me before I fall, again.

"Thanks", I mumble, holding my head and gasping. My head hurts.

He helps me sit down, and to my surprise, kneels next to me on the green grass.

I look at him, his beautiful face, as his eyes look for signs of any serious injury.

"Seems that you have hit your head", he then whispers and reaches out a hand to touch my forehead.

I freeze and stare at his hand.

Before his fingers touch my skin he withdraws his hand and I stop myself from sighing.

What on Earth are you doing, Viv? You don't know this man!

You can't possibly drool after him. Stop it. Now.

"Do you not have a place to go, my lady?" he asks, and rises slowly.

I just shake my head and then curse the pain.

"Shall you follow me?" he asks politely. All I manage is a shocked nod.

He holds out his hand, and I take it hesitantly.

His skin is soft, and his hand is warm, yet his touch sends shivers trough my entire body.

I lean on him.

We try to walk, but I immediately get too dizzy.

He walks quite quickly, as if not understanding that I am a human and I am hurt.

"I..", begin, but I lose consciousness before I manage to tell him.

I pray that I am not dead next time I gain consciousness.