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Pointy arrows, Pointy ears

Rosalie shut her eyes and rested her forehead against the door. She knew she was still wasn't back at her home and was still here- wherever here was. Someone grabbed her shoulder and whipped her around faster than she thought was possible. The surroundings blurred until the only thing in focus was a shiny, sharp, silver arrow, pointed straight at her nose, causing her eyes to cross as she stared at it. Behind the blade, was a face, framed by straight golden hair and deep blue eyes that glared at her, almost as deadly as the weapon he pointed at her. Like two of the men in the room, he was striking, with skin that seemed to glow faintly. Yet, all of his glory was hidden by a mask of stone that covered his features. The man in the violet robes opened the door and spoke to the blonde archer in their waterfall language and he backed off, lowering the arrow, his eyes never leaving her though. The dark haired man turned to her and asked her something and Rosalie guessed that it was the same question as before. Slowly, she raised her hands above her head, hoping that would help her situation. The dark haired man frowned and opened his mouth again when the door opened, silently but still the man turned around to meet the grandfather figure.

In that small movement, his hair spun with him and Rosalie saw a flash of something she couldn't explain. Were his ears... pointed? Rosalie gulped instinctively and tried to back away slightly, the blonde archer watching her like a hawk. The grandfather figure spoke to the dark haired man who was obviously in charge. He then turned to her and spoke to her, gently and softly, like you would talk to a startled animal. He sighed when he realised Rosalie couldn't understand what he was saying and pointed to himself. "Gandalf. Gah-an-dalf" He said, emphasising the pronunciation and Rosalie rose a shaky hand to herself. "Rosalie. Roe-sah-lie" She cursed herself when even she could hear the faint tremble. The blonde archer heard it as well as he smirked and Rosalie flushed. The grandfather figure called Gandalf pointed to the man in the charge and said "Elrond." He then pointed to the other dark haired man and blonde archer in turn and said words that sounded like "Erestor" and "Glorfindel." The one who was named Erestor spoke to her and she frowned at him. Erestor mimicked her and then gestured to her wet clothes and unconsciously she shivered. Erestor and Elrond exchanged words and then Elrond spoke to Glorfindel who left, though he still managed to shoot a death glare at Rosalie. Gandalf was staring intently at her, as if she was a rare artefact that he couldn't understand. A few minutes passed of awkward conversation between the men and Gandalf before Glorfindel came back with a young girl with him. The woman curtsied to Elrond who inclined his head and she gently tugged on Rosalie's arm to beckon her down the corridor. Rosalie glanced at Gandalf who nodded his head and so she let herself be dragged off by the young woman.

As they walked through the corridors of this place they were, Rosalie had a better chance to look around, especially at the woman. Just like the others, she was quite beautiful, more so than anyone she'd ever met. Her hair was a shade of blonde that turned white when the sunlight hit it and she had eyes as blue as a summer day. Her hair was long, trailing down her back like an orange stream in the passing sunlight and she was a wearing a long, dark blue dress that highlighted her eyes. Though none of that scared Rosalie more than them. She stopped walking; staring at the woman and the woman seemed to sense this and turned to face her. "Your ears," Rosalie pointed a shaky finger at her and the woman frowned, not understanding her words. Rosalie pointed her finger towards her own ear and then pointed at the woman's and the women's eyes widened and moved towards Rosalie. Though when she moved forwards, Rosalie moved backwards, her heart pounding, eyes' following the elf's every move. The woman tried speaking in her watery language but Rosalie blocked it out, her heart still racing at a thousand miles an hour. Where am I? She's an elf?! She can't be an elf- they don't exist! Where am I? Why am I here? I just wanna- That was as far as Rosalie got before shock took over and the last thing she remembered was the elf rushing towards her as the ground opened its arms and the darkness was everywhere.

The light was blindingly bright. Rosalie blinked, waiting for her room to come into focus. Sunlight fell on her face and she sighed and closed her eyes again. Until she remembered. She sat up suddenly but froze when she saw the elven lady from before and Gandalf. "Rosalie?" A soft voice came from the elf and she pointed a slender finger towards herself "Glamoreth." She said a few other words in another language that was slightly different from the one she had spoken before. She then turned to Gandalf and bowed before smiling faintly at Rosalie and left the room. She looked at Gandalf for an explanation and then remembered the language barrier. She curled up, drawing her legs to her and resting her head there. "How did you get here?" The question was quiet but Rosalie still heard it and sighed. "I have no ide-"She broke up and stared at the man incredulously and he broke into a sly grin. "I was waiting for you to realise." The smile faded and he grew serious once more. "So you don't know how you got here? Interesting," He had procured a pipe from one of his pockets and was chewing on it, and it felt like he was staring through her. The door opened and Elrond, who she was guessing was also an elf, strode into the room, an aura of power encompassing him and he surveyed the room while Glamoreth silently slipped in behind him and stood by the wall, keeping her head down. He spoke to Gandalf then to Rosalie. She looked helplessly at Gandalf. "Unfortunately, I'm the only one you can understand. However, Lord Elrond was asking how you managed to get into Rivendell without detection." "Rivendell? Is that was this place is called?" Gandalf nodded and she turned to Elrond, "I'm sorry but I don't know how I got here. One moment I was outside my door and next, I'm here." Rosalie shrugged and looked down while Gandalf and Elrond spoke. "How come you can understand me but he can't?" She asked quietly. "Hm?" Gandalf turned to her, "The magic I'm using is costly and I can't remember another spell to make people understand you." He mistook her look of shock, "Don't worry! I'll do some reading and see if I can remember another spell!" He said cheerfully. "You're a wizard?" Gandalf nodded then frowned at her tone and Rosalie gulped. "And he's an elf?" "Of course, what did you think?" Rosalie's eyes widened, her mouth falling open. "That's not possible! Wizards don't exist and neither do elves! Is this some kind of joke? It's not funny anymore," Rosalie felt she was close to tears and Glamoreth shot her a look of sympathy. "I'm sorry for you, Rosalie, I truly am. Wherever your home is, without magic or elves, is far away from here. And I feel that you won't be going back anytime soon." Rosalie looked down, trying to blink away the tears. "We will leave you now." He said softly and Gandalf and the elves left the room, closing the door softly, pretending not to hear the young woman's heart breaking sobs.

Rosalie spent the rest of the morning in that room, silently mourning the loss of her previous life. She had realized what the wizard Gandalf had said was probably true and a part of her hated him for that. Just looking out the windows at the rolling hills and sunlight proved that Rivendell was nowhere near her home. At around midday, there was a quiet knock at the door and Rosalie got up to answer it. A shocked looking Glamoreth waited there, holding a tray of food and some material that she guessed was clothes. Cautiously, she came in, murmuring something in Elvish and setting the tray down on the desk in the corner. There were a few dresses draped carefully over Glamoreth's arm who held them up for Rosalie to see and she shook her head. The elf frowned and held up a light cream dress and motioned towards her dark hair and then at the dress. Rosalie shook her head furiously, and looked down at her jeans and top. She liked her own clothes and Glamoreth frowned and tried to push the clothes into Rosalie's hands. She shook her head; a small hurricane of darkness surrounding her like a halo. Glamoreth sighed and went to the wardrobe, gently hanging them up and ushered Rosalie out of the room. She led the girl down hundreds of little corridors, sometimes passing through open courtyards, teaming with beauty and life. They passed more people in the corridors; beautiful elven women with flowing hair and dresses, arms linked with handsome elven men in garbed in fine outfits. They would turn to stare at both the girl and elf passing in the corridor, both alien in different ways. An elven maid named Echo with a mortal wearing strange leggings and a tight fitting tunic. There had been many rumors about the girl who had transported herself into Lord Elrond's study and she seemed just as strange as they said.

Rosalie found Glamoreth strange. She was leading her through Rivendell and whenever people approached the elf tugged on her sleeve to pull her out of the way of oncoming gentry. They would always stare and whisper to themselves, a few outright smirking at her, laughing when they turned a corner. She crossed her arms over her chest and kept her head down until they stopped in front of a huge pair of wooden doors. Thick and solid with intricate carvings of woven vines with animals like rabbits and deer, hidden in the complex greenery. Despite their size, Glamoreth seemed to open them with ease, no creaking or groaning as Rosalie had expected. It was a library. And it was magnificent. There were bookcases along the walls, a set of stairs spiraling up to a second floor, filled with even more bookcases. They were made of a beautiful golden wood, with even more nature scenes carved on the ends and stacked with thousands of leather bound books. It felt like walking into the library in Hogwarts. Some of the books were decorated; studded with small beads of gold or silver or covered with delicate swirls in gold leaf. At the back, Rosalie could just see a glimpse of grey near the back. As they drew nearer, she realized Gandalf was there with the man from the night before, Erestor. Glamoreth mumbled something in Elvish and Erestor replied in kind before the elf bowed, her cheeks tinged slightly pink, and she left. "Ah! Rosalie, I'm glad you're here" Gandalf said merrily, "I hope you remember Erestor," The elf nodded when he was mentioned, staring in surprise at her clothes. He motioned her to come closer. On the table was a huge map, covered with little details and words in a language she couldn't read. "We were wondering where you came from, does any of this look familiar to you?" She shook her head at the words and pointed to the map. "What do these words say? Is this Elvish?" "Elvish? Oh, no this is called the Common Tongue. Over here, is the Shire. This mainly inhabited by Hobbits. Nearer the mountains-" "Hobbits?" Rosalie questioned. Gandalf looked at her with a twinkle in his eye and a faint smile etched on his face. "Hobbits are a curious race. They look like young human children and like to live in comfort. There are a few staying here in Rivendell." "Why?" Rosalie flushed a little, realizing her question must've sounded stupid. "Rivendell is one of the last homely houses in the West." At that Erestor looked up, tearing his eyes away from whatever he was writing. "We thought that perhaps you were from Gondor or maybe Rohan, for that is where the majority of the Secondborn's of Ilúvatar dwell but you're clothing and possessions make me think you are not." Gandalf looked down at her, his eyes half hidden under his hat and Rosalie was reminded of Dumbledore. "I don't recognize the names… And have you been going through my stuff?" she demanded, an eyebrow rising in anger. From under the table, Gandalf drew out her rucksack and uni folder and gave them back to her. "We were merely checking for any weaponry or information that could give us more details about you, my lady. However, those papers are most confusing." He said frowning at the folder and Erestor looked up as well, almost expectantly. Suddenly he frowned at Rosalie and she gave him a wide smile, daring him to comment. He instead spoke softly to Gandalf, who nodded and turned back to Rosalie. "Erestor wanted to know about your home and what those papers mean." Rosalie smiled at this, looking down and fingering the paper in her folder. "How much time have you got?" She asked them and Gandalf frowned before Rosalie looked up at him, the smile still there. "First of all, my home country is called Britain…"

The sun had come and gone by the time Rosalie was finished talking and Gandalf was frowning- something she realized he did a lot of. She had mostly explained her life, society, home town, the rest of the world and definitely the technology when Erestor had pointed to her IPod, speaking in his magical tongue. There had been many questions from Gandalf and a lot of disbelief from both of them. Rosalie felt a little sorry for Erestor- he reminded her of a scholar, wanting to know everything he could, yet only understanding half the conversation, Gandalf having to repeat a lot of it for him. After, she had talked about her education and her Biochemistry course, which fascinated Gandalf. Frequently, he would interrupt with questions or to repeat something she said, Erestor scribbling furiously onto the parchment he had. They asked her to draw a map of her own world while the elf hovered over her shoulder, as if looking for similarities he might spot. The only passing of time she could find was the growing shadows in the corners of the library and the occasional elf browsing through the books, a few messengers for Gandalf or Erestor that were usually waved away. Glamoreth dropped by a few times, apparently asking whether or not they needed anything and Rosalie noticed the way she kept her head down, as if she didn't want people to see her. By the time the stars had awoken, Gandalf was still asking questions but Erestor seemed to protest, urging Gandalf to let the mortal go to her chambers. Rosalie silently thanked Erestor and she picked up her things, slinging her bag over her shoulder and Gandalf lead her back to her room. "I apologize for keeping you in the library all day, my lady," He bowed slightly and opened his mouth but Rosalie cut him off. "Don't call me that." Gandalf looked confused and Rosalie sighed. "I'm not a lady…. Well, I am a girl but I'm not a noble or whatever. It's just Rosalie, please." Gandalf still looked a little confused but slowly nodded. "Goodnight m-… Rosalie."

Rosalie sighed and hugged her rucksack to her chest; it smelled like her home, a small comfort in this alien world. If she'd known she would get stuck in a mystical place, she would've packed a toothbrush. All she had was her pencil case, her sketchpad, about five pounds in change, a couple of tampons, her "magical music device" as Erestor believed it was, her giant folder and a chicken-mayo sandwich that had started to smell slightly funky. She had spent an entire day here and slowly it was starting to feel more like a holiday but Rosalie could still feel pangs of longing for her friends. Rosalie sighed and more towards a tray with what looked like vegetable soup on the dresser near the back of the room. She had a feeling that it had been there for a while but there was a faint wisp of steam hovering over the bowl. Rosalie took this moment to truly appreciate her room. It was spacious; a double bed pushed up against the wall with silver drapes shot through with flashes of purple that matched the spread on the bed. On the pillows were little leaves and vines threaded in white against the rich purple. The walls were dark beige that somehow matched the bedspread. The opposite wall curved in slightly before opening into another room, as if they had decided to knock down the wall and make the room more spacious. There was a wardrobe and dresser sat side by side with the desk slightly to the side. There was a smaller door that led through to a wash room with a ceramic sink and a porcelain bathtub with silver taps. Her favorite part was the balcony. They were a pair of glass doors, surrounded by windows, which meant for a while, Rosalie hadn't noticed them. Someone had opened them when cleaning her room while she was out and a warm evening breeze rustled her sheer curtains. The balcony was amazing; she stood there for a while, watching the stars shine and twinkle, looking over the rest of Rivendell, its beauty comparable to nothing she had ever seen; the stone seemed to glow, as if basking in a pool of moonlight.

Rosalie went inside for a moment, dragging a chair back out again. She settled herself down, perched in a position that meant she sat comfortably but could still see over the top of the wall. She picked up her pencil and slowly she let it weave its way over the page of her sketchbook, a small smile tracing itself on her lips as a miniature version of the magical elven city of Rivendell came to life under her skilled fingers.

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