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An Undying World
Chapter two ~ Where am I? (Manke Amin?)
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"Hey Boss you gotta come see this!"
Jerome Morrow, the shipyard owner, looked up from his work. The worker
motioned for him to follow and lead Jerome out of his office, "This'd better
be important," he complained.
The worker lead Jerome across the docks, shaking his head in amazement,
"Oh it sure is..."
Jerome was lead down onto the beach where what looked like the figure
of a woman lay washed up on the shore, "We think that she may still be
alive," The worker explained as his fellow sailors turned her onto her
back, to be met with a huge surprise.
It was a man.
And not just any man. It was Legolas.
"Well, you said yourself that he may yet be alive," Jerome stated after
having gotten over the initial shock, "So see if you can revive him."
After quite a while they finally got Legolas to cough up some water. He coughed up an entire lung full of sea water and began gasping for breath. The workers sat him up, hoping that it would help, and it did to an extent. The elf prince coughed up some more water.
"Hey man, you all right?" a worker asked, clapping the elf on the back
to ease his coughing.
"I am...fine..." Legolas croaked in-between coughs.
"What happened?"
"Storm...boat...thrown over..." The prince coughed. Actually he had
meant to say, 'a storm hit my boat and I got thrown overboard,' but his
throat was so sore that he could barely speak. But they seemed to get the
idea. Standing Legolas up the sailors helped him stagger to Jerome's office
where he flopped down in a chair, utterly spent.
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Legolas woke two weeks later, barely able to think. He found himself
in a starch white room, the whiteness reminded him of Gandalf's robes,
he mused. He looked around, he was surrounded by strange machines and the
ceiling was lined with florescent lights. The prince started to get scared,
where was he? How did he get here? And how did they keep it so blindingly
white? He was confused, so confused it was starting to give him a headache.
He sat up slowly, his head hurt so much he could hear the blood pounding
in his ears. "Where am I?" The prince groaned, not expecting an answer,
but immediately regretted speaking aloud. His voice echoed in his head,
and it hurt.
"Oh my God!"
What? Legolas looked around for the source of the voice, there was a woman standing in the doorway looking either surprised or terrified. "Where am I?" Legolas asked again. But he never got an answer.
"Doctor!" She yelled, running off down the hallway. Well that was quite
odd, the elf thought, quite odd indeed.
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Dr. Johnson looked through a window into Legolas' hospital room. The
elf sat cross-legged on his bed looking around frantically, terror and
confusion written all over his face. The doctor opened the door silently,
Legolas turned to him fearfully, "It's good too see you finally awake,"
Dr. Johnson said kindly, striding over to the prince.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Legolas asked, panic stricken.
The doctor smiled, hoping it would help his patient to calm down. "I
am Dr. Johnson, and you are in the London Hospital. And who are you, may
I ask?"
"It is none of your business who I am," scowled the elf.
"I would say it is," The doctor countered, "As i kept you from dying
this last week."
Legolas glared at the human, "If you truly must know I am Legolas Greenleaf,"
He said proudly, surely this human would treat him better knowing who he
was, right?
"Well Legolas," Dr. Johnson said, "I'm glad to see that you have awaken,
do you have any family or friends that we could contact? They must surely
be worried about you."
"All my family lives in Valinor, or is dead," he expected this to make
perfect sense to the human, as all elves lived in Valinor, the undying
lands. Long ago it had been noted that elves no longer dwelt in Middle-earth.
But the doctor looked at Legolas with only confusion, "Do not tell me
lies Legolas, I am being serious."
"As am I!" The prince insisted, "They are in Valinor. Can you not see
that I am elf? All elves left long ago for the undying lands." The doctor
stared at his patient, "All of Rivendell left during the War of the Ring!
I left afterwards with my kin of Mikwood, Gimli son of Gloin the dwarf,
and Gandalf the White!"
The doctor sighed, "I'm going to have to check for signs of a concussion.
Do you mind, Legolas?" he questioned impatiently.
Legolas was also beginning to grow impatient, "No you will not!" he
yelled, "I have been through far worse than merely being thrown off a ship!"
"And as your doctor I know what is best for you!" he retaliated, trying
to keep his temper under control.
That did it, Legolas snapped, "How dare you insinuate that I should
tolerate such insults from you? You obviously do not comprehend to whom
you as speaking!" the elf shouted, "I am Legolas Greenleaf, prince of the
realm of Mirkwood! My father shall have your head for this! Auta miqula
orqu! [1]" the prince sneered, sticking out his toung at the doctor and
looking much like a five-year-old.
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Footnotes:
[1] Elvish: Auta miqula orqu = Go kiss an orc
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