First to Remember (Wattys2015)

Chapter 1

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I can feel my consciousness slowly drift back. My head feels heavy and almost my entire torso, numb. I try to open my eyes, but they refuse. Cheeky little ba- Owwww.... my head.

Speaking of which; My head feels strangely empty... why? I try to remember where I was- heck... I try to remember where I even am! I try to open my eyes again and groan in frustration when they again, refuse.

I can tell I am on a bed... but where, I just can't remember. I hear a rustling approach my bed and feel hands touching my hair. I hate it when people touch my hair. Though... I can't seem to remember why. I groan again, since that seems the only way to voice my displeasure.

A soft voice speaks, "You must lie still. You hit your head rather hard." It is male, and soft, so I must be among elves. Where did that thought come from? Elves... I rack my brain for any memories regarding them. Nope. Nothing.

I start to get angry and attempt to open my eyes again. It still isn't working. I squirm a little.

Cool metal is lifted to my mouth and I feel a liquid touch my lips. It must be a cup of some kind... But what is it? Something tells me I shouldn't drink it, whatever it is.

"Drink, it will help you sleep," the voice urges gently.

I keep my lips firmly shut, not wanting to sleep. I hate being unaware. Again.. I cannot recall why. I can tell I am getting angry and know that I probably shouldn't, but I try to open my eyes one more time. They still refuse. Why won't they open? Why does my head feel so heavy? Why don't I remember what happened? Why, why, why? There are so many things I can't remember...

Suddenly, my nose is pinched and my mouth opens on instinct. Whatever liquid that was in the cup is tipped into my mouth. A hand is clamped over my mouth so that I have no choice but to swallow it.

"Goheno nin, hiril vuin."

I growl at the soft voice that I am now thoroughly furious with. I can feel my consciousness slipping away. But anger fades away, along with everything else.

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When I wake up, my head feels considerably lighter, though my abdomen is still rather numb. I wonder why? I try to open my eyes, and to my delight, they actually agree to cooperate. That's new.

I look around the room I am in. It is spacious, with three smaller doors, all closed. Two larger ones open out onto a balcony, the view out of which is magnificent. The sound of waterfalls fills the air and I see one not far away, cascading off of a cliff. I turn my attention back to my room. It has beautiful tapestries on the wall, depicting feasts and dancing, one had nothing but the forest on it. The walls are a white stone, with black cherry wood beams on the ceiling. There is a small desk in the corner, though it has nothing on it. The bed that I am lying in, is magnificently large, it's white comforter is extremely soft and I could probably drown myself in it. A night-stand is to my right, and on it is a goblet of... water? I pick it up and peer into it, sniffing it suspiciously. Once I am satisfied that it is actually water, I gulp it down. I set the goblet carefully back where it was.

I begin to ponder on how I got here, and my suspicious lack of memories, but my thoughts are interrupted by the one of the smaller doors opening, the farthest one. A tall elven man walks in. He has a stern face, long dark brown hair, and a silver circlet rests on his head. His long, flowing robes whisper across the floor as he walks to my bed.

"I see you have-"

I interrupt him with a small cry of indignation. He raises his eyebrow and I glare at him. His voice is the same as the man who drugged me.

"You..." I have a hard time saying this, I am so mad. "You are the one who drugged me!"

The elf chuckles. Well... apparently he isn't as grumpy as he looks...

"I am surprised you remember that," he says with a kind smile.

I narrow my eyes, "Well, you didn't make a very good first impression."

He chuckles again, which only irritates me more.

I huff and attempt to cross my arms, but it only sends pain shooting through my middle and my shoulder. I immediately seize all movement and send a confused and probably pained expression to the grumpy looking, yet surprisingly good natured elf. He approaches the bed and says, "You were found near the banks of the Bruinen." He ignores my confused expression at the name, "You were gravely wounded, an arrow to the shoulder, a severe concussion, and a stab wound to the abdomen. We were unsure of your survival, there was a point where we thought that we had indeed, lost you." His face was now grave, "You must limit your movements and stay in bed for at least another two weeks or they will reopen."

My face contorts into a look of repulsion when he mentions staying in bed, but it is quickly replaced by confusion. Why was I near this... Bruinen? I look up at the elf who has now dragged a chair that was out of my line of sight, to the edge of my bed, seating himself.

"Where am I?" I ask, hoping that the name of wherever I am will ring a bell.

"You are in Imladris, or Rivendell as it is known among the race of men," he says, looking intently at me. He must be hoping the same, but unfortunately, it doesn't ring a bell.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"I am Elrond, Lord of Imladris. You may call me Lord Elrond," he smiles kindly.

I nod absently, racking my head for something, anything at all.

"Now, if I may ask, who are you?" he inquires, looking at me intently. I open my mouth to answer, but a horrifying realization dawns on me.

I don't know.

I don't know what my name is... I don't know who I am. I don't where I was born from, I don't know what I was doing before I woke. I don't even know my age. My eyes are wide and I faintly hear Lord Elrond saying something to me. Somewhere during my thoughts, I have started saying, 'I don't know' over and over again, I don't know when I started. My breathing accelerates and becomes uneven. I don't know anything about myself. Nothing, absolutely nothing. I stare unseeing ahead of me, barely registering the pressure of Lord Elrond's hands on my shoulders and his voice, sounding so far away, telling me to breath.

I feel cool metal pressed to my lips again, but I don't even think to refuse it. Sleep is welcome, compared to this hopeless turmoil that is my mind. Again, the blackness surrounds me and I keep mumbling, 'I don't know' until I am finally lost to reality.

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