A New World

Chapter 1: Tequila does crazy stuff

I feel the soft pillow on my chin. Loving the way the silk caress my sore skin. What was I doing last night? Well.. I vaguely remember going to bed after a long night with just a little too much tequila. Why, why did I have to drink that. I know what happens when I drink tequila. Crazy stuff happens. I don't remember the music I danced to, but I certainly remember dancing. A lot! In spite of that I cannot feel my legs hurting. My eyelids are too heavy for me to open my eyes, so I just lay here in the soft bed. I sense the light from the outside even though my eyes are closed, which tells me that I've slept way too long. I'm taking a deep breath while forcing my eyes open. The sun is certainly shining through my window. I stand up to close the curtains when it hits me. That's not my window. I look around. This is not my room! The bed. It's gigantic and beautiful. Dark mahogany with beatiful detailed patterns engraved. The blanket and the pillow is clean, lightblue silk and it light beautifully up i the sunshine. I again turn around, panicing. The window has the same patterns engraved as the bed. A closer look on the room tells me that all the furniture has those patterns. All dark mahogany. All matching. None of them are mine. I've never been here before. I walk fast through the room to the mirror beside a huge closet, which i guess contains clothes. The mirror shows me a tall woman with long, lightbrown hair, that seems to look like it never reached the pillow. The woman is wearing a long robe of silk in the same lightblue color as the bedsheets. I look down. God. It really is me. What is this? Who put this on me? I sure didn't! I look around the room after my own clothes, but I can't seem to find them.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door. In a second I manage to concider if I should be running, hiding under the bed or in the closet, finding a weapon to defend myself or just sit down on the floor looking helpless. Before I get to decide which one the door is open and a man steps in. A an that I've definitely never seen before in my entire life. He has long, dark hair all the way down to his waist, shining like from a L'oreal commercial. He s wearing some kind of long shirt and tight pants half-covered by his brown almost-overknee leather boots. I can imagine that I look at him in the same way he looks at me, but I'm not sure.

"Who are you?" he asks bringing forward his bow and an arrow from his back. He looks threatening at me, awaiting my explaination. Problem is, I haven't got any.

"Who are you?" I ask, concidering how to defend myself incase he decides to fire his arrow at me.

"Don't play around! Where's Gionnà?"

"Who's Gionnà?" I can see the string on his bow is stretching from him pulling it. Please don't shoot me! "I have no idea where I am! I swear, I'm as confused as you are!"

"Lies. Rhiel! Legolas!" him calling brings forward to more men, looking a bit like himself. One of them has dark brown hair too, and the other one is blonde. They are all wearing the same clothes. I step backward lifting my hands.

"I have no idea what this place is! Please!" I beg, but no mercy is shown. They grab my arms - one each, and the last one of them leads us down the hallway and out in a great hall. It has shining marble floors, an incredibly high sealing, beautiful stairs decorated with flowers.

"Move, please." it is the blonde telling me to keep going. I didn't even realize I had stopped. Quickly I get reconnected with my legs and start walking again. I look up at him. His ears. They are edged like ears of an elf. But they don't exist, come on.

Soon I'm walking on a path surrounded by grass greener than I've ever seen. The sky is blue and clear and I catch myself thinking how good I actually feel. That's in spite of three men guarding me and leading me some place they refuse to tell me about. What is wrong with you! In front of me is a great castle. Palace. Some sort of huge, beautiful house, but the word "house" really does not seem to be appropriate. I looks like it's built in some kind of mountain, an then extended towards the ground. What a huge home that must be. There must be royals living there, and it seems like that's where we're going.

The gate that seems to be the entrence is opened by the blonde holding my right arm. Apparently I was right. A man with a long kind of robe and a big silver crown steps forward as soon as we get in side, and I'm forced down on the ground. I stay still, still afraid of somebody shooting me with an arrow or spear or whatever kinds of weapons these people have.

"Lord Elrond. We found this in Gionnàs room just a few minutes ago. No sign of Gionnà being there. We think she may have killed her then planned to rob her." Said the guy that first came into the room I was found in.

"But we have no evidence of anything. She claims to not know anything about how she got in Gionnàs room at all." The blonde continued. I'm starting to feel pain in my knees. The floor is pretty cold and hard, but I'm held down on my knees and somebody has a hand on the back of my head so I cannot look up either. Lord Elrond, as they called him, is walking in my direction. Slowly but steady. I feel my hands shaking and sweating. Now I'm scared.

"What is your name?" He asks. His voice is subdued and low, and I think I can hear some kind of friendly tone in his words.

"Jenna.." I answer. "Jenna White."

"Rhiel. Let the girl get to look up at least." Lord Elrond said, and immediately the hand on my backhead is removed. I look op, and my eyes meet Lord Elrond's. "Jenna White. I cannot believe that it was true. Welcome to Rivendell."