Help Me Get Back

By Elerrina

"Lle anta amin tu?," the elf asked, approaching the motionless form laying in a clearing in Mirkwood Forest. (Do you need help?)

I wonder if she is dead.

He crouched over her and pressed his fingertips to her neck, checking for a pulse. It was there, slow and steady.

Is she of the race of Men or Elves? he wondered. Her aura is strange, it seems like it contains both the soul of a Man and an Elf. The elf pushed her hair away from her ear, which came to a delicate point.

She looked strange for an elf, especially her clothes. She was not dressed as a maiden, but more like a man. Her pants were made of some strange fabric, blue in color and thicker than elvish material. Her shirt was a plain red, tighter than the elves normally wore their clothing. The shoes she was wearing were not the cloth boots that elves wore.

The elf maiden's eyes flickered open and she gave an involuntary moan. Seeing the male over her, her eyes took on a frightened look.

"Lle quena i'labe tel'Eldalie?" the man asked in his tongue, but when she didn't respond he spoke to her in Common Tongue. "Do not be frightened, my lady. I will help you. Are you well?" (Do you speak elvish?)

"I... I think so... my lord," she added, after remembering the way he spoke to her. "I have a small headache, and my back is a bit sore, but other than that..." she trailed off.

"Come, let us go to the palace. We shall get you proper clothing and accommodations."

"Palace? Where am I?" she questioned.

"Do you not know? This is Mirkwood," he answered.

"Mirkwood? When?" the elf maiden interrogated.

"This is the Third Age."

"I'm in... Middle... Earth." The girl fainted from surprise.

He picked her up and carried her to the palace.




When she woke again, she was laying on a large bed in a stone room.

"You are awake." A melodic voice came from a corner of the room. "How are you feeling?"

She looked over at her and gasped. Her blond hair fell past her shoulders. Her eyes were a blue that held wisdom. They suggested that she had lived much longer than any woman, but that was believable, since she was an elf. Her dress... well, it was hard to put words to.

"Um, better. Who are you?"

"My name is Linwë," she replied. "I will be caring for you while you are here. No one informed me of your name."

"Rachel."

"It is a pleasure meeting you, Rachel. May I ask where you are from? I have not seen you here before. Perhaps Rivendell, or Lothlorien?"

"Neither of them. I'm not from around here. No offence, but what happened to the person that brought me here?"

"Gildor? He brought you here and took you to the King. He said to take you to a spare room and care for you until you were able to speak with him. I was assigned to look after you because I speak Common Tongue well."

"Gildor? I think I've heard of him."

"You know him?"

"No. I don't know him, but I do know of him."

There was a knock on the door and an elf maiden stuck her head in.

"Linwë, Arwen is looking everywhere for you. She has just arrived. She told me that she and Aragorn heard some important news from the hobbits. I am not permitted to tell you myself.

Linwë jumped up. "Thank you. Would you mind staying here with Rachel and helping her, Ireth? Gildor found her unconscious in the forest."

"Of course, now hurry."

Linwë did as she was told and quickly strode out of the room in search of Queen Arwen Undomiel.

"Are you feeling well enough to get up? There is a beautiful dress laid out for you. What is it?" Ireth asked, catching the strange look Rachel was giving her.

"What is the date?"

"Today is the 9th of January. If you are feeling well, you will see the King soon, you will need to be presentable. You will need to get dressed."

As Rachel stood up, she asked, "Is the news Arwen has, that Saruman is dead? Wormtongue has slain him?"

"How... how did you know that?" Ireth stammered.

"Just a guess. How do you get this on?"

"Here, let me help you."

It took five minutes to get the dress on correctly since Rachel had to sit down a few times to catch her breath. She was not fully recovered. When Rachel looked in the mirror, she nearly fainted again.

"Mani naa ta?!" Ireth cried, rushing over.

"Huh?" Rachel asked.

"I am sorry. You worried me. I forgot that you do not speak Elvish. What is wrong?"

"I'm... I'm an... elf," she stated, seeing her ears.

"Of course, what did you think you were?"

"I don't know. I think I lost my memory or something," she lied, not wanting to explain things quite yet.

Linwë strolled back into the room.

"Thank you for finding me, Ireth. The tidings that Arwen brought are very good news."

"I know. Now, I will leave you alone so that you may rest. Goodbye, Rachel. If you need to help, I'm always willing."

"Thanks. I'll look you up sometime later. You've helped me. Goodbye."

"So, could I have a tour? I have no idea where anything is here?"

"Yes, of course. I forgot about that. I apologize." She beckoned her. "Come, I will show you."

"Thank you. I am honored," she tried to impersonate elvish talk. "We will need to go slow. I'm not quite fully recovered.

As Linwë gave her the tour of Mirkwood, she introduced her to many elves. All of them greeted Linwë as a friend. She forgot most of the names and faces, but a few stuck. Itarildë, an elf maiden, seemed to be a very close friend of Linwë. And Amras, who talked to Linwë like a brother.

"I believe that that is all. I am sure that if you need to get somewhere, someone will be happy to help you if you are lost. Believe me, it is very easy to get lost. Most of our guests do when they first arrive, but you will get used to it in time."

"Okay," Rachel replied, trying to get her mind to process all of the information that it had just received.

"Try to find your way back to your room? I will walk with you and correct you if you make a wrong turn," Linwë proposed.

"I suppose," Rachel agreed. She walked slowly, looking down every corridor she passed. Her first turn was correct, but her second wasn't. Linwë only had to correct her twice.

"Was that hard?" she asked.

"I guess not, but I still don't think I'll go wandering without a guide anytime soon," she confided.

Linwë chuckled. "Come. It is time to go to the dining hall for dinner. I will show you the way. You will be my companion for tonight. I eat at a table with Ireth, Itarildë, Amras and others."

Rachel shifted uncomfortably. "Are you sure? I mean, I just arrived, maybe I should eat by myself, until I'm stronger?"

"Of course I'm sure. You must meet the people here."

"As you wish."

Linwë led the way back through the halls to the dining hall where most of the elves had already gathered.

The hall rang with musical laughter as they ate. The elves are known for their parties, and their regular meals are not lacking.

As Rachel sat, listening to the speech of the elves, she thought, [I wish that meals on Earth were this good. I'd never be hungry again.]

"Are you enjoying yourself, my lady?" Rachel jumped when a Man spoke to her.

"Yes, I am. I just wish that I could understand Elvish. There would be much to listen to if I could," she replied.

"Ah, but do you not know Sindarin? I thought that you would, you being an elf."

"Unfortunately, I do not. I am not from Mirkwood, so I do not understand their language. Do you?"

"Yes. Some of the conversations are interesting. It is fun to listen to them speak. I was eavesdropping on some speaking about the Fellowship. It differed quite a bit from what actually happened. You do know of the Fellowship, don't you, my lady?"

"Yes. I do. I know much about it. I was always trying to get more information about it. And please, do not call me 'my lady'. It is uncomfortable. My name is Rachel. And you?"

"Of course, my la--, Rachel. My name is Aragorn or King Elessar. I did not wish to dine at the front table. What do you wish to know about us? I know much, for I was in it."

After about five minutes of talking to King Elessar and eating, Linwë turned and realized that she had not been very polite to her guest.

"Please forgive me, Rachel. I forgot that you do not know Sindarin. Thank you for speaking to her, Aragorn."

"I don't mind. She is interested in the Fellowship and knows much about it. How she learned, she refuses to tell, but she has been very well informed. It has been my pleasure speaking with her, and hope to have the privilege again."

Rachel laughed. "The pleasure was mine. Out talk has been very informative."
When Rachel woke up, all that she remembered was that she had been at dinner, and had drunk some dark red liquid with a very exquisite taste. When she had asked Aragorn what it was, he had laughed, and informed her that it was elven wine. "Haven't you ever had it before," he had inquired.

She didn't have a hangover, thankfully, because elves don't react to alcohol the same way that Men would, but she still couldn't remember anything after her first drink.

"Mae aur (good morning)," Linwë greeted her, opening the door. "It is a beautiful day outside, and Gildor wishes to speak to you in the gardens. There are dresses in your bureau. You should be able to get them on yourself, they are much simpler."

"Thank you."

"I will be waiting for you outside your door. Unless, of course, you know your way to the gardens."

"Oh, you know I don't, Linwë. I'll be out in a minute."

When Linwë had shut the door, Rachel went to her dresser and picked out a dark green, long sleeved dress since Linwë had told her that it was January. She slipped into it, and then pulled a brush through her thick, brown hair, braided it, and tied it with a silver cord, it was not style of elves, but it kept her hair out of her face.

She stepped out into the hall where Linwë was waiting.

"You are dressing to impress, I see," Linwë smiled. "Gildor is bound to an elf already, Rachel."

"What? Oh, no. I don't want to win him over. I don't look that nice do I?" Rachel questioned.

"Of course you do. Come, I will show you to the garden."

Linwë led the way out to the garden where Gildor was waiting. She exchanged a few friendly words with him and then left Rachel alone with him to talk.

a/n: I decided to post this again after I revised it a lot. I didn't like it at all before because it didn't make much sense.

I hope you enjoy it!

Also, the elven names are names I found using a name generator. They are my friends and my names.

-Elerrina