I think I pass out a lot.

Like, I pass out randomly and then don't know where I am.

One minute I'm in the Earthean Realms, the other I'm in Valinor. One minute I'm on a ship, the next I'm in Middle Earth. A little village to a kidnapper's wagon, a campground to Anoron's horse, a fog bank to Rivendell, the forest to Lothlorien, a commonroom to a healingroom.

Dayum.

Legolas stepped into the room carefully holding a glass, and trying to not spill the water that filled it to the brim. He knelt at the bedside, and I was able to turn my head just enough to look at him from the corner of my eye. I closed my eyes and felt the glass press to my lips, the water soothed my sore throat.

He pulled away quickly and looked at me. Concern filled his eyes, and then shock. He dropped the glass on the ground and backed away slowly, one of the shards caught my face as it shattered, leaving a thin line on my right cheek.

"What?" I was worried now. His eyes were wide and he was still backing away. "WHAT!"

He turned and bolted for the door.

I slowly tried to regain movement of my body, and it felt quite weird at first. Eventually I was able to stand up and walk out of the room, following the trail I presumed Legolas had made. Mathilmen was instantly on my shoulder, but she shoved at my face and pulled on my hair. I flailed and tried to get out of her reach, but I wasn't able to.

WAKE UP! I heard Mathilmen's voice echoing inside my head, WAKE UP!

That didn't make any sense. Well, until it suddenly did...

I sat up quickly from the bed. I was still in the little room, with Legolas and Mathilmen by my side.

"W-what happened?" It wasn't that bad, but I felt the sting of where Mathilmen's talons had raked my cheek in the dream.

"You had a nightmare." Legolas squeezed my freezing hand worriedly.

"No way, you've got to be joking." I hoped the sarcasm was as strongly heard as I had felt it to be.

Legolas quickly brushed one of the scratches with his fingers and I recoiled.

"You're wounded," he said and furrowed his brow. It was just a few scratches, seriously. Any Earthean-life-hack-obsessed-tumblr girl wouldn't even have put chapstick on it.

"How did you scratch me and I got hurt?" I asked Mathilmen, "In my dream, I mean."

"Dreams are alternate realities, where the most powerful being there has monopoly over the place, time, and power the other has." Mathilmen cocked her head and creepily stared into my green eyes with her dark blue ones, and I tried blinking to get her to stop.

"Ah, that's right." I shook my head and remembered all the fanfictions I had read, where an orc, Sauron, one of the Nazgul, or even random characters invaded one and other's dreams. "I really think we should be moving on now, we may be safe in Lothlorien, but the rest of Middle Earth isn't in the same suspended reality." Legolas nodded his head slowly.

I tried to get up but I felt the wound in my leg start to rip open again. I cursed under my breath and fell back onto the bed. Legolas stuck his hand out to help me up, but I brushed it away.

"I'm fine," I said, "I can stand up by myself." After some struggle, made even worse because of my shoulder wound, I managed to walk across the room without leaning on anyone. But I stumbled, and the princeling quickly draped my arm around his shoulders. The gesture made me blush, and then think about Anoron. That's what he had done on the ship to Middle Earth. How I missed him, I wondered if he had any family back in Valinor that he was forced to leave behind. They would miss him too.

Suddenly I straightened my back in realization. I flung myself off of Legolas and burst though the door and down the hallway.

Galadriel said he was the one from the Prophecy. From the Earthean Realms.

Had he lied to me about being from Aman? If so, why? Why was it of such importance that he couldn't trust me with it, even though we told each other everything? These thoughts raced through my head as fast as I was racing through the forest, searching for any sign of Anoron.

Short but DUN DUN DUNNNN

CLIIIF HANGER, HANGING FROM A CLIF, THATS WHY HES CALLED CLIFF HANGERRRR