Maedhros turned over and yawned but once he opened his eyes he knew something was wrong. He wasn't in his room in Hithlum, he was laying outside under a dark but starlit sky. He sat up and frowned as he looked around. There was a stream by him that was quiet and he heard the sound of animals somewhere in the woods behind him. 

He heard foot steps and turned around to face an elf who had long black hair tied back. He looked at him and let out a light chuckle. "Fell asleep again did you Russeldo?" He asked smirking.

Maedhros blinked at him stared at him and blinked in confusion. The elf shook his head and said, "It's me...Hithaer? Remember? By the stars Russeldo you really must be out of it."

"Uh..." Maedhros managed before Hithaer grabbed his arm's and pulled him up. Maedhros blinked as he saw both his hands yet his reaction went unnoticed as the elf started to pull him along. 

"Come on now. Tata wants to see you before we go," He said. "I already spoke with Enel and he thinks it's a good idea. Besides it's..."

Yet, Maedhros didn't really hear what was after that. His mind just went over and over the fact that he said Tata and well Enel. Those two where two of the very first elves. Why was he talking about them as if they where here? He didn't understand....what is going on around here?

"Hey. Russeldo?" Hithaer said waving his hand in front of Maedhros's face. The red-haired elf blinked surprised and looked at him.

"Yeah?" Maedhros asked he was surprised to hear that his voice sounded very different then before. It had a lightness to it rather then a slight rasp.

"You alright? You seem really out of it," Hithaer said. Maedhros wasn't sure how to reply since he had no idea what was going on, where he was, or why he sounded different. He had to many questions and needed time to think and figure things out. Yet, his brain was just stuck on so many different things.

"Maybe you should lay down...I mean in your bed. You look...well besides like a lost pup you look really tired. Which considering how much time you spend laying about resting you normally look energized." Hithaer said.

Maedhros just stared at him in confusion and slowly nodded. Hithaer gave him a long look and frowned some. "Hey. Are you alright?" He asked. 

"I...I am not sure," Maedhros replied. Hithaer gave him a worried look and put his arm around his. 

"Alright come on. I'll walk you home," He said. Maedhros could just let this elf lead him through the trees. He led him into a small area where there where a lot of old homes built from stone, some sort of fabric, and wood. Some of the homes where in the trees but most where on the ground. The clothes everyone wore was very simple but there was something elegant about them. As he was being led through this town or village one thing was becoming clear to him. This wasn't a dream but somehow it was real. Somehow he was in the time of the tress but much before he was born. From what he saw and was figuring out before the elves ever met with the Valar.

Eventually they came to a very simple house which Maedhros could only assume was Russeldo's or his rather. He wasn't sure he still had no idea what was going on. He just walked into too the two room home. The first room looked like a sitting room mixed in with a kitchen. He saw in the other room looked to be a bedroom. "Will you be alright?" Hithaer asked as he stood in the doorway. 

Maedhros looked back at him and just nodded. "Yeah." He replied. Hithaer gave him a smile and a nod before he walked away letting the curtain that served as a door fall closed. Once he was alone again Maedhros walked into the bedroom and sat down the bed to rub his face. What in Valar's name is going to do. This was...insane. He sighed and fell back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He was still surprised over the fact he had both his hands back...but that elf kept calling him Russeldo. So maybe somehow he was in someone else's body, he had no clue if that was possible but something strange was going on here. 

He stretched out his arms and his hand brushed against the pillow. He sat up and moved the pillow and he saw a small bound journal there. He lifted it up and opened it and saw it was written in one of the most original forms of Quenya. At that moment he was very thankful to his father for teaching him it. He never knew he'll need it but looks like he did. He started reading through the entries and it became clear that this was Russeldo's journal. As he read he started to get an idea of who this elf was. He was part of Tatyar elves who later on became the Noldor. He also apparently was close with Tata from what the journal was saying. It also mentioned other elves that Maedhros never heard of. 

As he read through the journal it became clear that Russeldo was a care free type of elf. He loved to relax and just rest any chance he could. He loved the stars (as a lot of elves do) yet it talked a lot about his brother and parents would always watch the stars together. The elf seemed like a very caring and friendly from what he read. He seemed very full of life and it also seemed that he was very happy with how things where. Yet, he them came to the middle of the journal and Maedhros felt his heart sink. It said that his family where dragged away by 'dark riders' and they almost got him but he was able to escape getting a scar under his eye. 

Maedhros knew at once that these 'dark riders' where creatures form Morgoth. Yet, it was clear that these elves or at least Russeldo knew nothing about who Morgoth was. Was this what happened all the time here? Where elves just grabbed by him at random moments? Maedhros did not know but one thing did happen after he finished that entry. Confusion and a bit more anger towards the Valar grew. Not for casting his family out or even that curse, it was the fact that they never do anything to stop Morgoth. From what he read that was Russeldo's only family since his parents where some of the first born elves. So his parents no siblings or extra family, outside his close friends he was all alone now. 

Maedhros shook his head as he put the journal down. He knew that before the Valar asked the elves to Valinor they did move to stop Morgoth or rather Melkor now. However, they call elves to where he was and then they easily get tricked. Why couldn't the Valar admit that either asking the elves here or forgiving Melkor was a mistake? Since his father was speaking against Melkor when he escaped Valinor and the Valar where upset with him. They did nothing! All's they did was capture Melkor only to let him go. Maedhros just ran a hand through his hair and cursed silently to himself. 

What was he going to do? He was able to figure out that somehow he was this Russeldo elf and at least he had some of an idea who he is but he wasn't in his time. So, how was he going to get back to his own time and well...his own body? Also, who could he even go to for help? He had no clue he just put the pillow over his face and let out a groan. The only think he could think of now was the word: help.