The next time that I woke up my arm was bound in a cast and I was feeling a lot better. An older looking elf was sitting by my bed side. It took me a minute to realize that it was Lord Elrond, king of Rivendell. I knew he was here about me not being from this world. I don't know how I knew, but I did.
"Tell me what happened child," Lord Elrond said with a soft voice and a kind smile.
A sob escaped my lips as I remembered it all. I told him everything. Everything since I left my high school, to getting struck by lightning. He nodded his head but other than that and a few questions about elaborating on some things, he kept quiet. When I was done talking I looked at him and the expression on his face told me everything I needed to know, but I asked the question anyway.
"I-Is this a dream?" I asked him. Dread filled me and I knew what he would say.
"No my child," he said in a calm tone.
"Is there any way to get back to my world?" I asked him a tear escaping my eyes.
"I am afraid not. The power that brought you here was not something that I am familiar with," Lord Elrond said his brown eyes warm but sympathetic. The tears were flowing before I knew what was happening; they fell in silver rivulets down my cheeks.
It's not like I could just up and leave everything that I held dear, but then again it wasn't like I could go back. I loved my family, my friends, my activities, and my sports. I was homesick and missed my parents and sisters. And there was no way to get back to them. Elrond squeezed my shoulder in comfort and then smiled.
"Get some more sleep child," he urged me and then left.
It took some time for me to go to bed, because thinking about all of this stuff weighed on my heart, soul, and mind. When I did finally sleep, there were no dreams just a black void.