A.N: Revised(14) More scenes, more dialogues.

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Middle-Earth

Nothing made sense. I could not explain what I did not know. Lost in a world between life and death where the souls of the unjust go to their afterlife. The shadow place called my name and the light was enduring, but I could not reach it. Banished into the dark void, I lingered with no rhyme or reason. The darkest corners of my mind strived to survive from the overwhelming desire to fade. I refused to die. I can not die. I must hang on little longer.

It is not your time

That was when I saw her. In the void, a flash of light came to me. It was blinding and yet comforting. A woman, no a ghost. A soul from another realm of time and space glided to me. Her translucent hair fanned out, waved without air. Pale eyes gaze gently at me, expectedly and determinedly. Comfort and serenity, that what was offered. Oblivious to other souls around her, the ghost defiantly stood in my way. She reached for me with her transparent ghostly hand and pulled me from the darkness.

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My eyes snapped open, widened in fear. I lingered in the dark depth of a pond, still and unmoving. My heart was revived and began to beat in rhythm. I faced the darkness with no air. I struggled to kick and wiggle my arms as I rushed to the surface. My lungs swelled in pain for they were rejected air. I wanted to scream in pain and anticipation filled me as the top neared.

I burst out of the water and inhaled deeply. My lung ached as I sucked as much air I could. My heartbeat rang in my ears. Between coughing and chocking, I finally got my breathing under control. I wearily made my way to shore unable to use my legs properly. I crawled out from the pond and clasped onto the ground. My back rested against the moist dirt as I stared up at the ellipse in the sky.

Where am I? I wondered as my mind raced with empty thoughts that led me to a dead end. When I tried to recall my last memory, I was left blank. Nothing... My heart dropped as I frantically tried to remember something...anything... My name... did I have a name?... Amelia. Yes! That was it. I am Amelia and I am from... I didn't know where I am from. What was going on? Nothing was making sense. I bit my lip anxiously, frowned and confused... well, I wasn't getting anywhere by lying here.

With whatever strength, I forced myself up to a siting position. My joints popped as I moved and my muscle ached. That was painful. I looked down at my hands that were oddly white, too white almost like death. My eyes moved past my hands and onto my clothing. I wore a ripped and fading blue dress. My feet were bare with the same odd white. I drew up my eyes to my hair which was very long and dark brown. Gently, I brushed my finger through my wet but soft locks.

I looked around in hopes to understand where was I. My eyes came across the landscape behind me and then back to the pond. Like a flash, I saw a glimpse. A vision of battle between black creatures and armored men by the pond. And then, it was gone. What was that? A memory? Was that my memory? I never recalled fighting in a battle.

I looked back down at my hands and then looked past onto my stomach where the dress was ripped a large a gruesome scar was on abdomen. Was I dead? My whole body was too stiff as if I haven't moved in years. My muscle ached from lack of usage. All my strength had worn away. What's worse I wasn't comfortable in my own skin. A wave of emotion filled my chest as I attempted to keep myself under control. I dropped my head into the palms of my hands and inhaled deeply. After I pushed back the threatening emotions, I forced myself to swallow everything and suck it up. Carefully, I tried to stand to only fall back into the mud. I groaned because now I was covered in mud.

With determination, I tried to stand again. With wobbly leg, I stood up and spread out my arm to attempt to balance myself. That part was done and now, it was time to walk. Awkwardly I forced one foot forward and then the other. Its as if I was a toddler tried to learn to walk. I had no idea where to go but I kept moving. This place was unfamiliar. There was terrain after terrain with no start or end.

As time went on, the eclipse faded way to allow the morning sun to rise over the mountains. This air was full of humidity. I drudged wearily across the plains. with heaviness. My head nodded from weakness, my stomach emptied and my throat dried. I wanted to go home where ever that was. My thoughts were solely on a bed, food and water which these terrains were lacking in.

From a distance a sudden sound of a horn rang in my ears. Surprised, I turned and tried to focus my attention toward the source of the sound. My dizziness started to become unbearable because now I imagine riders in the distance. Small little figures like children's toys moved across the landscape. Yep, I have lost my mind. I sighed and moaned to my helplessness. I should have just stayed at the pond and attempt to fish or something.

I scolded myself when my imaginary figures grew larger and larger. Then suddenly a small fleet of horse riders rounded over a hill and approached me. Maybe I haven't lost my mind yet. For some odd reason, I remembered a strange place called Texas and... cowboys. Was I in Texas?

The fleet surrounded me as their horses nickered loudly in my sensitive ear that made me cringe and cover them. These cowboys were dressed in fine silver armor that had seen many battles. Two riders carried a banner to represent their kin. Maybe not cowboys but rather medieval soldiers working for a tyrant king. I smiled to my thoughts.

One of the rider's were hasty, he pointed his arrow at me from a distant for precaution. I immediately held up my hands in surrender. Another rider carried an upright demeanor as he nudged horse closer to me. Beneath his helmet, he had long golden hair and his blue eyes were guarded and yet gentle. He spoke to me in a foreign language that rang off his tongue with beauty and poetic. I must have looked confused because he said again but in my language. "Who are you and why are you traveling over the Hidden Pass?"

Hidden Pass? This was unfamiliar. It just didn't seem right. When I did not answer fast enough, another rider spoke up with an irritated voice, "Speak quickly, Wanderer!"

My throat was too dry and tight for speaking, my head swayed for lack of food and weariness was slowly overtook me. Then the same irritated rider spoke again, "Maybe you need lesson on how to respond to those who have you at arrow point."

"You'll do no such thing," A different rider approached the group. He wore no helmet. His long brown hair was pulled back. Another distinctive feature he had that I noticed, he had pointed ears. My brows furrowed to the feature. This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute. First cowboys and now medieval pointing ear men. As he approached, the riders moved away from me. I assumed he was the leader or some sort. I swallowed dryly as my chest swelled with anxiety. "This is a young elleth you're speaking to."

What was an elleth? I wanted to ask but found myself mute. I looked up at the stranger with exhausted eyes as his own trailed up me. He abruptly looked at the golden head and said, "She looks fatigued. Glorfindel take her to Rivendell."

The one named Glorfindel that spoke like he fell from the heavens nodded to the command. He nudged his horse forth to me. Cornered by these strangers, I felt the need to run but I new I couldn't outrun horses. Swiftly but gently, Glorfindel grasped my arm and before I knew it, I was swung up to his horse. Wow, strong guy. I sat in front of him as he placed a secure hand around my waist but respected me by not nearing anywhere uncomfortable areas. The company cantered away at a fast speed.

Glorfindel tightened his hold when I tensed, feared I would fall off. Despite my predicament, I could no longer fight back the darkness. The black spots in my vision blinded me and I leaned back against the rider's shoulder and fell into darkness.

Strange, that all it was. In a vast and eerie world that was parallel to the reality. Empty: no cars, not one person or even the movement of wind passed through the trees. It was as if I walked alone in a ghost town, on a street where my home was in Stockton. I strolled closer under the dim sky that was alone, dull and unmoving. In the distance, at the end of the street was a deep fog that wheeled around this road. Memories of my childhood came to me in flashes, small glimpse that was swift and blurred. But enough to remember that I was once lived here.

As I came closer to the house that I once lived in, strange ghosts... transparent people walked by me. Not just some strangers but familiar face that were outlined by an eerie glow and unfocused features. One, I knew just but the walk and the way their transparent shoes shuffled across the pale road... it was my mother. As she strolled closer, she walked toward me, not even noticed that I stood there... trying to reach out.

"Mother?" My voice came out echoey, and not understandable to my own ears. Unfazed, my mother walked through me and disappeared.

Was this... a void?

I woke up in a vast and wide-open room. The sun shined across the bed with warmth. I was tucked beneath thin but soft sheets. My mind was foggy as if I was under heavy medication and instantly, I felt alarmed from this strange place. Then It came to me, I remembered the riders. I even remembered California and my family. The night's rest helped my mind to recollect those lost memories, no matter how fuzzy they were. The glimpses, fragments of a distance place.

They were in a dream... in a strange world.

Those riders must have brought me here. Another realization that they cared for me. I was no longer weary or famished. I had strength running through my veins. Slowly I rose from the bed lightheaded. The room was large and opened. The bed was next to an opened window that displayed a view of the mountains. There was an armoire with a vanity and a green dress hung over a chair. Next to my bed was a nightstand with a damp cloth and flask of liquids that I did not know.

I came out of the bed and found that I was naked. With a deep blush, I went for the green dress. The dress was loosely around my hips but tight around my chest... for support. I approached the mirror and looked at my reflection. My pale white skin had rosy cheeks. At least now I didn't not look like a walking corpse. But that wasn't what held my attention. As I stared at my reflection, I saw a stranger stared back. My hair was ebony; it reached to my thighs and had natural waves. My eyes were blue, strikingly beautiful. For some reason, my reflection didn't look right. I shouldn't have ebony hair or blue eyes. Then my eyes locked onto my ears. They were pointed. This…isn't right.

I opened the door and peaked out. Not a single person wandered about; it looked almost completely emptied. It concerned me for it was too quiet. I quietly walked, anticipated someone to catch me. I wandered about and I hypnotized by the view of this mysterious place. Never in my life had I seen such beauty or well defined designs. Down the hall I went and I tried to listened for anybody around me, anticipated my host's motives to have me here.

I found myself in an opened garden filled with stone benches and decorative pillars. Trees grew above the structure with flowers outlining the stone trail and small ponds surrounded elegant statues of warriors and women. I crossed a small bridge and approached a wall of paintings. One by one, I observed the artwork for it displayed a compelling battle or a dramatic story.

Unaware of another's presence, I heard from behind, "You've woken up from your slumber."

I jumped in surprise and turned swiftly to find the owner of the voice. A woman with long brown hair with gentle blue eyes stood by an entrance in a dark blue dress and equipped with a circlet. She smiled and titled her head to the side, patient for my response. Where on earth am I? I wondered. Never before had I seen anyone dress in such beautiful clothing, let alone look mythical.

When I didn't answer, she smiled larger as she said, "Have you no tongue?"

I blinked and realized I've gawked at her. I couldn't help but noticed her ears where like my rescuer's…. and mine. Even though I was curious, I did not want to be rude in someone else's home. "I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have go off around. It just… I don't know where I'm at or…."

I rambled like a guilty child. For all I knew, people here did not like wandering guest and this woman could be unfriendly. I grew cautious in front of this stranger and I felt the need to be on the defense. The beautiful woman approached me slowly, her eyes sympathized. "You're in Rivendell in the House of Lord Elrond, my father, he brought you here a fortnight ago."

Odd speech... Her father, the owner of this large and amazing estate was my rescuer. She continued with a slight bow of her head, "I am Arwen, Daughter of Lord Elrond."

Arwen glanced at the paintings, particularly at the one with a soldier with a broken blade, towered by a evil looking giant. With a sigh, she came to stand in front of me. "You exhaust all your strength when my father found you famished and dry. It took you some time to recover."

I listened intently but cautious, no matter how friendly this Arwen appeared to be, she was still in fact a stranger. Strangers could be dangerous and it didn't help being in a foreign place with a foreign culture. Nor did it help to have any memory on how I got here. She inquired suddenly, "May I ask what is your name and what realm are you from?'

I sighed deeply to push back my anxiety and I responded with a unsure voice, "I think…. I think my name is Amelia."

This bewildered Arwen, "You think? You are not sure?" She inquired further as she stepped closer to me.

I blushed a deep crimson. Of course I was sure, who would forget their own name? I looked at Arwen directly and maybe answered a little too forcefully, "Yes, I am Amelia."

Calm down! I scolded myself. I was on the edge and my nerves did not make it easier to cope with this radical change. Arwen was neither offended or angry with my sudden outburst, instead she scanned me. Quietly but accurately as if she tried to understand me. No doubt I am strange to her as I was strange to myself. She broke the silence with a question, "Where are you from Lady Amelia?"

Lady Amelia? I thought. No one had ever referred me as that. I assumed it was their strange culture and played along. Hesitantly, I answered truthfully, "I don't remember. I don't remember anything."

"I see." Arwen said, suddenly still and observant. "I think I shall take you to my father. He may be more of use in this matter. Follow me if you please."

With that Arwen turned and walked to the exit of the garden. She stopped and looked over her shoulder to check if I followed. When she was satisfied, Arwen continued to lead me up a flight of stairs and rounded to a pair of doors. She knocked on it softly before she entered with permission. Arwen opened the door quietly and found her father gazing out the window. Lord Elrond turned to her and then looked past her and his eyes found mine. "You've finally awoken."

He said, his tone naturally was deep. I walked in deeper into the room and I guessed it was his office or private quarters. It was open, supported by pillars and a hand rail outlined the edge, which displayed a grand view of the entrance to Rivendell. On the other side, a wall of books and small nick-nacks divided by tall statued build within the walls. A large desk full of scrolls and books was off to the side with chairs for guests. I was in awe of this place, nothing ever disappointed me.

Lord Elrond nodded at Arwen to leave but when I heard her soft feet head for the exit, I immediately turned to her, panic strickened, "Are you leaving?"

Arwen stopped in the threshold and tilted her head to the side, "Yes, you have much to talk about with my father."

Swallowed hard and felt all my blood rushing out of my face. Me.. and him... talk about me and how I got here. Gulp. That was not a discussion I wish to converse with a complete stranger. Definitely not alone... I had hoped she'd stayed while I was forced to take an uncomfortable walk down memory lane. She smiled softly with gentle eyes and said encouragingly, "Do not worry, you are in good hands."

When to was about to close the door, I inquired weakly, "Will I see you…. Later I mean?"

Arwen turned again and smiled, "Yes, I'll be in the garden when you finished."

With that, I was left alone with my rescuer. However he was more intimating now than he was before. Whether that was intentional or not, I instantly respected him. He gesture his hand toward a chair next to his desk. I barely cracked a smile and rushed to sit. My heart thumped wildly in my chest while I remained cautious. This was undoubtably uncomfortable. Anticipation swelled in my chest as I played scenarios in my head. Would he ask me to leave his house? If he did, where would I go? I did not know these lands.

Lord Elrond sat in his chair, eyed me curiously, "You have no need to fear me, Young One. You seem rather…. Uncomfortable." He said carefully, anticipated my rigid demeanor.

I suppose I could trust him, who else could I turn to, if not to my rescuer. With a deep sigh, I brushed my hand threw my long locks and said meekly. "I'm sorry, Lord… Elrond. I am.. just confused."

Lord Elrond nodded in comprehension. "What confuses you?"

That was a simple yet hard question. Trust was a delicate matter, which required two people not simply one. He did in fact found me out in a the open and lost... almost to the brink of starvation. Even after he restored my strength, I found it difficult to trust. It strange for a complete stranger to bring a girl that he knew nothing about to his home. I could be a spy or a terrorist. I no longer believed in good samaritan for the world was full of cruel and unkind people. There must be another reason for an act of kindness. One that I believed I would pay the price for.

However the way he stared at me, gave me the impression that I could not lie to him. With a hard swallow, I chose my words carefully, "I struggling to remember."

He eyed me intently. At first he was suspicious then accepted my answer. "I see, what do you remember?"

I pursed my lips, this seemed more like interrogation. Should I explain that I woke up in a pond and I looked like a dead corpse for those first few hours? Maybe not. "I remember being out in the open where you found me. But… I don't remember how I got there. Nothing here," I gestured his estate with my hand and I continued, "...looks familiar."

"Not familiar in any way? Are you sure?"

Frowned while irritation burned up. This again? When I replied my answer was more than aggressive, "Yes, I'm sure enough."

He thought for a moment as something played his mind. I didn't think he believed me completely. That look he gave me, he knew I'm hiding something. But what do I do? I'll sound crazy if I were to say, 'Oh, I forgot, I woke in a deep pond in a strange land. I think I was dead before," That definitely won't go over well. I don't trust him enough, despite his hospitality.

"I know your not being completely honest with me." He stated as he rose from his chair. As he walked to the edge and gazed out toward the wondrous view, he clasped his hands behind his back. I didn't know why, but I felt shameful. Maybe deep down, he was a good man and I was lying in his face after he cared for me... A complete stranger.

I fidgeted on my lap and sighed deeply, I said softly in a defeated voice, "I don't know this place. Rivendell is a place that I've never heard of…. Are we in Russia or maybe South America?"

My question caught Lord Elrond's attention for he turned instantly with a cocked eyebrow. He gave me that look that I hoped to avoid. But what's worse, he didn't know what I talked about, "I don't know what you speak of. There is no such place called Russia or South…America."

My eyebrows furrowed deeply in confusion. How could he not know Russia or South America? He seemed to be well education man. He should know. "I don't understand." I whispered to myself out loud.

"Neither do I." Lord Elrond confession bluntly and came to stand next to me. When I looked up, I saw a faint glint of confusion in his eyes, "I have never seen you here in Rivendell or any other place. I found you lost a fortnight after the eclipse..." He stopped himself and then remained silent. I waited for him to continue but he didn't. Now he was hiding something and there was no way I'll get to him like he got to me.

Silent and deep in his own thoughts, my eyes jumped to his pointed ears. To my greatest dismay, my mouth went off on it's own, "What are you?"

Wrong question. That sounded racist in my ears. He eyed me strangely before he pointed at my ears, "I am a elf, like you."

My lips pursed into a thin line for this was getting too strange for my liking. My hand snaked up to my ears and trailed the lobe up to the tip where I cringed to the sensitivity. None of this made sense. My mind turned with different explanations but nothing match. I couldn't remember how I ended up in the pond or how I died...nothing.

"This is going to sound strange." I began hesitantly and weak, I looked up at Lord Elrond and confessed, "I woke up a pond. Not near the pond but deep inside of the pond…. I think I was…dead."

There was a long pause between us. I didn't want to look at his gaze so I turned away. Patiently I waited for him to lock me away from my craziness. Then Lord Elrond finally spoke up, "I can't understand why but I have eerie feeling that you are not from here. As you speak, your accent is… like none other. True you are a Elf but… Something more powerful is at play here." He paused for a moment and he sighed. He went to his chair and he leaned back. "I do not have the answers now. But until I do, you'll be in my custody. You will stay until I understand where exactly you're from. I know its not Middle-Earth."

My heart dropped... I was in his custody? As a prisoner or a guest. Hesitantly, I gathered my courage and declared, "I know where I'm from. I am from Sacramento, California of the United States."

"There is no such place here." Lord Elrond said, his tone tight to reveal the bitter truth. I leaned back into the chair, shocked and confused. No California? My home? My family?... gone. That was impossible.

"There has to be." I meekly said, at the brink of tears but I kept them at bay.

"I will send word to someone who I believe can help. Until then you are a guest in my house. Go around if you wish, but I warn not to leave the Rivendell. If what I suspect is true, then you'll know nothing of these lands and their dangers." Lord Elrond said, his voice softened.

I swallowed and looked up at him. "There something I don't understand, why keep me here? You don't know me yet your willing to help me, even keep me as a guest and not as a... prisoner?"

Truly, I hoped I didn't give him the idea to lock me up but I couldn't understand why. No one did anything kind, not without a price. Lord Elrond nodded his head and answered, "I don't believe your my enemy but I do believe you have a part to play in our world. I don't know what it is but I'll soon find out."

I wanted to trust... I wanted to so badly. Alone here in a foreign land, I felt myself fall. "Who is this someone?"

"His name is Mithrandir but in the common tongue he is also known as Gandalf the Grey. I'm hoping he'll bring some light on this. Otherwise I'll then seek out other's of my kin."

I nodded, I fully don't understand but for now, I'll accept that. Suddenly to my dismay, my stomach growled loudly. Crimson grazed my cheeks.

A slight smile developed Lord Elrond's mouth, "You must be hungry. I'll have food sent early for supper."

Once I was excused from Lord Elrond's quarters, I walked around until supper would be served. I pondered our discussion. California did not exist here and Rivendell did not exist where I'm from. Was I truly in a different place, a different realm or world? But what I can't understand was, how did I get here. What's stranger, he called this place Middle-Earth. I know I'm from earth but not Middle-Earth. I imagined it was someone with great power or someone's ridiculous game. Sighing deeply, I got no where.

Now Lord Elrond sent for someone by the name of Gandalf the Grey. Hopefully he was a benevolent person who can share some sunlight on this mysterious situation. I stopped on the path to gaze at the breathtaking view. The sounds of the waterfall helped soothed my confused mind. Then I suddenly remembered Arwen would be in the the garden where Arwen found me early was not far off. I rounded down the flight of stairs, sought for Arwen's company. Arwen was the only person I knew aside from Lord Elrond. As I approached the corner of the entrance, I stopped in my tracks. There stood Arwen with a gentleman. They held hands and whispered what I imagined was sweet-loving verses. It warmed my heart to witness a pure love. This was a private moment that I wished not to disturb. When I turned to leave I heard Arwen spoke, "Lady Amelia? Come forth, you do not need to leave."

I turned back as Arwen moved away from him and approached me with a smile. Arwen extended her hand and offered it to me. "Come, I would like to introduce you to someone dear to my heart."

I took it shyly, and she led me down the stone path toward the arch of the bridge. There stood the man with broad shoulders and held a strong but respectable demeanor. His brunette hair reached to his shoulders, had a small beard and he was surprisingly tall and lean. I found him attractive enough, not as delicate or beautiful like elves but he was rugged and down to earth. Strange, he did not wear fancy clothing but rather wore worn traveling clothes full of grime. He must have arrived from a long journey. I suddenly got nervous when I saw a sword strapped to his hip. Were weapons permitted here?

His gaze was steady, not at all unnerving. As he smiled gently and said softly, eloquent. "You're the Lady that Lord Elrond found in the Hidden Pass. It's a pleasure my Lady, I am Aragorn a friend of Lord Elrond."

He bowed his head and his hand gestured across his chest. A bow of some sorts. Taken back by his introduction, I nervously curtsy and rather awkwardly. I earned myself a confused glance from Aragorn but he never mention a thing. "Yes, It's a pleasure sir."

He stared longer than expected but never question, none to the less, his curiosity remained... it bothered me. Aragorn had observant eyes, eyes that could see through the thickest of lies and walls... My walls, and I did not like it. Just keep it quick and simple, I reminded myself. To trust this man was undecided. By the look in Arwen's eyes, she adored him. And she was no fool. Maybe I should give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Amelia is a guest in my father's house." Arwen announced diplomatically.

"You not from these parts, my lady?" He inquired, alway knew the answer.

I shook my head, "No my... lord." I responded, not sure if I should use that phrase. I need to remember all the classic literature from the 1700's and how they converse. With as much control, I could muster, I replied, "I- I'm not from around here, I from somewhere…far away."

Arwen glanced at me and then back to Aragorn with a small smile. This conversation got rather awkward, to say the least. I did not know how to act around such particular people. They use phrases that I've only read in books and they dressed from the 1400's paintings. The oddest thing I've came across were the names. The name Aragorn sounded relatively normal, if I could say that but Arwen, Glorfindel and even Elrond were odd names.

Suddenly, I turned when I heard soft foot steps approach us from the far exit. It surprised me that I picked up such delicate noises from that distance. Rounded around a tree was a small elf maiden. Her long brown hair trailed to her lower back and her pointed ear displayed openly. "Pardon me my lord and ladies, supper is served."

It surprised me when I cringed to the smell of meat that was present to Aragorn. It made my stomach sour and I for one had never been a vegetarian, at least until now. I grew to like the vegetables, and mixed salads. The fruit was particularly sweet and the sweet delicacy of honeyed buns and pastries were almost invigorating. It brought up my sorrowful thoughts. After supper, as they called it was finished, Arwen walked me to my room.

"You were awfully quiet at dinner." Arwen spoke up as we walked slowly through the gardens toward my chambers. The sky darkened, allowed the the bright stars to dwinkle. "Did you believe your silence would go unnoticed?"

I looked up at the beautiful elf next to me, and frowned slightly. Apparently I was not as invisible as I wished to be at the dinner. I had hoped no one would have noticed that I didn't know what the five forks on the side of my plate was for. "Sorry, I just... feel out of place."

Arwen knit her eyebrows together in curiosity. "I see. Worried not, Lady Amelia. I believe all thing will come forth before the end."

We came to the end of our walk and stopped in front of my borrowed-room. Arwen offered a gentle smile before she nodded her head respectfully, "Rest well, young one."

I smiled and nodded my head as well, not as elegantly. Arwen turned and walked down the empty corridor, back toward the garden. As she disappeared from my sight, I felt slightly calm considering the situation. Arwen's kind words lifted the dark twisted thoughts in my mind. Instantly, I grew to like her

To be continued

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