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Falling In Love is Hard on the Knees	By : sarahjean Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General Views: 3149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Every time that I look in the mirror

All these lines in my face gettin' clearer

The past is gone;

It went by like dusk to dawn

Isn't that the way?

Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

- Aerosmith, Dream On

When I woke up, the first thing I did was reach for my Samsung phone to call Berry, to try and exercise these strange feelings of desolation that swam in my hand. I reached further and further, hunting for my phone, until I eventually fell from the bed and hit the floor with a dull thud. I shook my head in confusion. Where was my dressing table?

It was then that my brain kicked in. I wasn�t at home, where Berry�s comforts were an arm�s length away. I was in an entirely different world, and�fuck my leg hurt!

It was then that I remembered what I had done, and I felt like puking all over the floor. In many ways, I felt that I had defiled this world, my uncle�s pocket knife, and also my soul. I�d never felt this bad self-harming before � even though I�d always felt quite bad afterwards. But now I didn�t want to move from my place on the floor, huddled against the bed and probably looking like a maniac. The trackie bottom bandage around my leg felt slightly crusty, and I knew I had bled in the night. The stinging and throbbing in my leg was almost too much to bear. Should I have been happy? Maybe. I mean, after all, I now had Tommy with me to help. And eventually Jack, but that might not be such a good thing. And in this world, I could be a hero � something I�d never been before. I�d been a villain to many people who�d had the misfortune to encounter me, but I�d never really been a hero. Jack once told me I was too �unstable� to be a hero. Maybe he was right. I mean, after all � I�d once just watched as my sister accidentally set my trousers on fire, and I just stared and thought, wow, look at that, I�m on fire! Seriously.

There was a gentle knocking at the door, and I flew into almost instant panic. I threw my head back quickly, forgetting the bed was behind me. I then tried to get up whilst the little blue dickybirds flew around my head. �Um, yeah? I mean, yes?�

�It will soon be time for breakfast, arwen en amin,� a male voice called through the door. �And straight after breakfast you shall be attending the Council of Elrond.�

�Um, okay, thanks, I�ll just get dressed!� I called, and was thankful when the Elf said its approval, and silence ensued. Thinking quickly, I darted into the washroom. It was going to be messy, sorting my leg, but I had to do it. So it was with the thought of Legolas�s horrified expression at my wounded leg that I unwound the bandage. The leg didn�t look as bad as I�d expected, which gave me hope. Maybe things wouldn�t be so bad�well, I was fairly sure I was going to scar, anyway. I always scar easily � just take a look at my hands.

I washed at my leg, being careful not to aggravate it. Then I disposed of my old tracksuit bottoms and the bloodied bandage, before turning to hunt out my clothes. I paused. I could see myself in a mirror, and I did not look pretty. Hair that made me look like Edward Scissorhands� stunt double, and my skin looked twice as pasty. I�d been disconcerted last night by my obvious aging � but now I looked older. It was obviously just my being weary that made me look like I was in my mid/late thirties, but it still shocked me nonetheless.

I hunted out a tunic and leggings, slinging them on at a speedy rate, before somehow managing to make sense of my hair with a comb. I practised walking for a couple of moments, until I could do it without wincing. Then I opened the door.

A male Elf was outside, waiting. He smiled when he saw me, and I wondered if he was hiding shock at the fact that he was escorting a ghost to breakfast. I almost chuckled at the thought, but kept myself in check, linking my arm with his and starting to walk.

�There has been a change of plan, arwen en amin,� he said softly. �I am to take you to Lord Elrond.�

I nodded, confused and worried. Had he somehow found out about my nightly act? I couldn�t stand the shame if he had. Not Tommy or Gandalf or Legolas or anyone could probably look at me in the same way again if they knew. But whilst all this swam around, building up to another fabulous migraine, I tried to remain outwardly normal, in case the Elf at my side grew suspicious � it was bad enough my complexion looked like Dracula�s after a blood shortage.

By the time I reached Elrond�s door, I suppose I was in a silent state of sheer hysteria � I barely noted when the Elf drew back and left me there. I was staring at the door and wondering what would happen to me and how painful it would be. I raised a fist and knocked on the door.

�Enter.� And I did. My jaw dropped.

�Jack?!�
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There he was. Standing right next to Tommy was Jack, looking slightly ill but not that bad at all � like his normal self. I felt relief swim through me � obviously, Elrond was oblivious to my SH habit and what was more, I had both my brothers safe.

�Carrie,� Jack said with a slight smile. I almost had the urge to beat the shit out of him � you�d have thought he�d be more pleased to see me, or at least half grateful he was alive. Never look a gift horse in the mouth. Or�well, do you know those elib things, where you type in the adjectives and that and it creates a story? I did that once, and instead of never look a gift horse in the mouth, it came out, never look a smelly donkey in the bollocks. So, there was my advice to Jack. Maybe I am crazy.

�He was found close the Ford,� Elrond said. �He was close to being hypothermic.�

�And I�m still none the wiser as to why I�m here,� Jack said, sounding slightly bitter. Honestly, did he think we�d asked for this? To be stuck here? No, we didn�t. We had every right to be annoyed ourselves. Well, I suppose the other two had more right than me, because if my suspicions were correct, it was my fault we were here anyway.

�Join the club,� Tommy muttered.

Gandalf spoke for the first time, seeming to just suddenly appear from nowhere. �I find it very suspicious that three of a family � who were all together at the time � should come here. I suspect that there is a reason for this, and I shall work not only on discovering this reason, but also discovering how to return you to whence we came.�

Like the dirty dogs we are, I thought, filling in the general attitude. Well, maybe that wasn�t fair � maybe Gandalf wasn�t thinking that. But I was.

�We�re here because we can change it, aren�t we?� Jack asked, actually brushing on intelligence (that�s me being cruel, by the way). �Because we know what will happen here. Or at least, some of it.�

Elrond raised an eyebrow, and I almost cursed. Elrond didn�t know the Lord of the Rings was a book, and a cartoon adaptation that both Jack and Tommy had seen. �A family of seers?� The Elf asked.

I glanced to Gandalf. He was the one pulling the strings here, so he could dig us out of this mess.

�I do believe they are,� Gandalf said thoughtfully. �But they have flashes�like a rogue candle that will blow out, then relight, only giving glimpses of the surroundings.�

I gave Jack and Tommy significant looks � that just screamed �shut the fuck up or else�. They did, thankfully.

�Perhaps you should go down to breakfast,� Elrond said. �You will have an hour before the council. You may go.�

I led my brothers from the room, and after the door was shut behind us and we�d walked a few paces down the corridor, Jack said, �Would anyone kindly tell me what the hell is going on?�

�We�ve been trying to figure that out ourselves,� I hissed back, annoyed. He was dragging me down deeper, and I didn�t need that.

�Our only conclusions is that there�s foul play with either Saruman or Gandalf, or that Carrie�s, um, wishing on a star brought us here,� Tommy said, looking as though he were still amused at my presumption. Jack was apparently right behind him.

�Wishing on a star?� Jack snorted. �What is this, some hammy fairy tale?�

�No, it isn�t,� I replied. �It�s Middle Earth. It�s the War of the Ring. It may be a kind of fairy tale in our world, but here, it�s real. I was rescued from the bloody Trollshaws by Legolas frickin� Greenleaf.�

�I listened to Bilbo Baggins tell tales,� Tommy added.

�And I was close to hypothermia,� Jack said, sounding angry. �And I bet you�re loving this, aren�t you, Carrie? Always living in a dream world, now it�s finally happened. Only you�ve dragged us with it. You have to be such an inconsiderate cow, don�t you?�

�Shut it now, Jack,� Tommy said warningly. �Just shut your mouth.�

I stared at my brother in disbelief. Jack used to be my favourite. Now he was insulting me in a corridor of the House of Elrond, probably blaming me for everything. I badly wanted to cry right then, but I know I couldn�t. If I did, I probably wouldn�t be able to stop. So, instead, after gaining control over my breathing and finding my voice, I said, �You really think I have the utmost urge to be a superhero, Jack? Well, I guess in some ways, I do. But not here. I don�t want to be here, and neither does Tommy. We just are. And we have no choice. Yes, we want to snap and snarl and cry, but we won�t, because not only will it not do anything for us, it�s also damn childish! Don�t blame me if you can�t handle this.� I couldn�t say any more, even though I wanted to. I decided to leave Tommy to deal with my ungrateful brother and I stalked off alone, ignoring Tommy�s soft calls. By the time I reached the breakfast hall, not many were left there. I didn�t let it deter me, however, and I merely sat in the most solitary part of the hall. I chose merely some bread and some fruit, and as I picked at it with the appetite of a sparrow, I reflected on Middle Earth.

If you�d have asked me in my world if I�d have liked to go to Middle Earth, I�d have said, �Wow, totally, it would be so much better than the crummy, harsh-reality, really bad sitcom that is my life.� But right now, I knew that I was na�ve then. Maybe I hadn�t aged just in features � maybe I had in mind as well. But then, you never know until you experience things, do you? Just like I used to watch girls getting all this fabulous attention from their parents, and I�d wished that I could have something like that too. But the times my parents actually made an effort, I pushed them away. Maybe I�d just gotten too used to the solitude, and I wanted nothing else. Either way, I�d changed from what I thought would be a perfect life (which was, in a way, just a fairy tale) to the harsh reality, and in many aspects, I ended up choosing the reality, no matter how harsh.

�Arwenamin?�

I blinked. Legolas was sitting opposite me, studying me with those amazing blue eyes. I instantly remembered how I�d felt when I was around him, how I felt that classic giggly-schoolgirl-eyeing-Leo-DiCaprio-posters feeling. Now, I wondered if it was like the rest of my life � the fantasy, whereas the reality was better, or at least, easier.

�How long were you there?� I asked with a slight smile.

�Not long,� he replied. �You look pale. Are you well?�

I allowed my lips to curl sardonically. �Not bad, considering. They found my brother. You�d have thought it would be a happy occasion, but he�s a heartless bastard who wouldn�t be grateful if I saved his life from certain death.�

Legolas looked slightly stunned at my choice of words, as though my language probably surprised him. �All is not well then?�

I laughed, and winced when it sounded more like I had the croup. �I�m stuck in an alien world, with a killer migraine, one absurdly crass brother, another absurdly rude and annoying brother and nothing but my twisted mind to keep me company. I just wish I knew what I was here for.�

�Everyone has a reason,� Legolas said gently, pushing some of my flyaway hair from its position of blocking my sight. �It will be apparent soon enough � surely Mithrandir will be able to help you eventually.� Tentatively, he added, �Surely what lies ahead cannot be so bad?�

�I have been forbidden to share details,� I said, �But know this � the world could be a lot better if Gandalf would just let me help. But I think he fears that I may mess up the course of time entirely � I don�t want to do that, but I want to go home as soon as possible.�

Legolas was silent, and I was struck once more by his beauty. His eyes were contemplating, his face serious. I almost thought I saw a disappointment in his eyes, but put it down to wishful thinking. �What is this world like that you speak of?�

�Maybe I�ll tell you in full detail soon,� I said gently. �I have a feeling I�ll be seeing a lot more of you than you may think.� And for once, I didn�t mean that in a dirty way.
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