CHAPTER 2
Disclaimer: - I don't own any of Tolkein's works, or Peter Jackson's. And this disclaimer is true and shall last for the rest of the story.
A/N: - I am so sorry I haven't updated in forever, but I've had the whole coursework thing! Starting GCSEs is not good. Anyone in England under yr 10, RUN NOW AND NEVER LOOK BACK! Sorry, I get crazy sometimes.
Ps. "…" means speech, '…' (in italics) means song, and just plain italics means thought.
Angelina opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was an arrow. Pointing at her, to be precise. Looking beyond the arrow, she saw a very wet young man, with long blond hair and piercing blue eyes.
What the! I'm supposed to be dead! And why is he using an arrow? Okay, was I saved by a kind of medieval freak person? No, he has pointed ears. Pointed ears! What is this, Middle Earth? Angelina thought, while studying the man. Well, might as well try.
"Um, hello. Do you think I could stand up?" Angelina asked, hoping and praying he'd say yes.
"You will have to. I am taking you to the Lady of Lorién," the man said, putting his bow and arrow away, pulling Angelina to her feet, and looking her up and down in slight shock.
The Lady of Lorién? I've fallen into a Lord of the Rings re-enactment. Oh, flipping perfect (!) Angelina thought sarcastically. Hold on, why is he looking at me like that? Surely he's seen jeans and T-shirts before! Oh sugar, I'm wearing a white shirt, and I got it wet. Darn it! With that, she quickly folded her arms over her chest, and said,
"Well?"
The man shook his head, and pulled her arms off her chest to bind her wrists. Angelina hissed. She had cut herself the day before, and it wasn't healed yet. The man either didn't hear, or chose not to, as he pulled her away from the river they had been standing by and into the forest behind them.
"Whoa…" Angelina whispered. They were now in what looked to be Lorién, but 1000 times better than the movies.
Maybe he's right. Maybe this isn't Earth, and we are in Lorién. Angelina thought as they started to climb the stairs that she knew let to Galadriel's flet. That would be cool.
They entered the flet, and the man (or elf, as Angelina now thought) bowed to the woman and man at the top who Angelina assumed to be Galadriel and Celeborn.
"I found this human in the river, my lady," the elf said.
"Well done, Esgalan. You have done well," Galadriel said. "You may leave her with me." The elf bowed again, and left the flet.
"Well." Galadriel said looking Angelina up and down. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"I am Angelina, my lady, and I'm not really sure why I'm here, or how I got here. I, I don't, do not come from Middle Earth," Angelina said hesitantly. Galadriel smiled, and said,
"I foresaw your coming, Angelina, and I see in you where you hail from. You have an important part to play, and, if you are willing, I would like to send you on a quest."
"What sort of quest, my lady?" Angelina asked carefully.
"A quest to protect a charge. I know you know the future of the Fellowship, but I cannot see what that is in your mind. Go along with them. Protect your charge."
"Who is my charge, my lady?"
"That, I will not tell you. You must work it out for yourself. But know this. He does not need much protecting, except for in one thing. His own sadness. The Fellowship arrived yesterday, Angelina, and you must be introduced. But first, two things. One, you must swear not to reveal anything about the future of the Fellowship to anyone, and second, you must change."
"I will gladly do both, my lady," Angelina smiled.
"Good. Esgalan!" Galadriel called. The elf appeared again, and unbound Angelina's wrists. Angelina let out a small sigh of relief, and promptly crossed her arms over her chest again. Galadriel smiled, and Esgalan led Angelina away. They walked to a small flet in different tree, and Esgalan said before walking away,
"This is to be your flet for your stay here. The Fellowship have been informed of your arrival, and that you will be going with them. You will find a dress in there."
Angelina entered her room, and went from the outer room (which was very small) to the bedroom (which was slightly larger). On the bed she saw a plain blue dress, which she quickly changed into. Plain, yes, but form fitting on the top, and a half-full skirt. Angelina then saw clips and hair-ties on the dressing table, so she brushed her hair, and expertly fixed it into a bun. As always, her fringe and a few tendrils escaped from the clips.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid hair!" Angelina muttered, and then left the flet. At the bottom of the tree, another elf was waiting.
"I am to take you to the Fellowship," he said.
"Well, lead on, McDuff!" Angelina said happily, easily falling into the fact it was Middle Earth, and nobody hated her yet. At the elf's blank look, Angelina shrugged, and said,
"It's a saying. It means, lead the way."
When they got to the Fellowship, Angelina saw they were all waiting for her.
No pressure, then. Angelina thought, looking around at the pavilion.
"This is Angelina," the guard elf said. "I will leave her with you now." And with that, he disappeared.
"Do they always do that?" Angelina said before anyone else could say a word.
"Do, what?" the man Angelina knew to be Aragorn asked.
"Do elves always vanish before you know where they've gone?" Angelina clarified, looking round as if searching for the elf.
"Oh! Yes," Aragorn chuckled, looking at Legolas with an amused look.
"Cool! And that means it's excellent. Anyway, you all know who I am. I'm Angelina, and I know most people here like to call all girls ladies, but I am in no way a lady, so can we just forget that bit and you can all just call me by my name!" Angelina smiled. For a few seconds, all she got was confused looks, but then it dawned on them, and they smiled back.
"Well, hello Angelina!" Aragorn said, and the others followed suit. "You are different to any woman I've met before.
"Well, that's because, where I come from, women are equal to men in all respects, like they can talk back, argue with someone not in their family, fight, work for a living, and live on their own." Angelina paused, then continued, "And there's no reason to look so shocked, I fight too, you know! Compulsory subject at our school. Ugh, I hated school. You ever hear of a school anywhere, run. Please."
After everyone had been introduced, and Angelina had declared the hobbits "sweet", they settled down to talk.
"So, how long are you staying here?" Angelina asked.
"Roughly a month," Aragorn said.
"Cool. How well do you lot cope with people who enjoy sending others insane?"
"Like Elladan and Elrohir? We can cope, but not well." Legolas said, causing Aragorn to laugh.
"Oh. Well then, I'll tone down the insanity." Angelina said, smiling at all of them.
"I have a feeling this trip is going to be very interesting," Boromir smiled.
"That's one word for it!" Angelina smiled. She then saw Aragorn frowning at her concernedly, and asked him,
"What's wrong, Aragorn?"
"What happened to your wrists?" he asked quietly.
"Oh, nothing really, just a few cuts," Angelina stuttered.
"Nothing?" Aragorn said. "Nothing? Who attacked you, Angelina? What did this?"
Sorry for the sort-of cliffie! And thanks to the reviewer I had last time! If you read, please review!