Most of my early days were spent in that tiny room. The windows were opened often to allow the cool morning breezes in and the sun to warm my face, but I had not had the energy to move from the bed. Meril and Elrohir often saw me and took care of everything I needed. They even began teaching me a language so that we could communicate. At first, it was small and necessary words such as eat, drink, water, and so on; and it was so close to English that I had little trouble learning it. We then progressed to naming the furniture. They would bring me leaves and flowers to use as examples. Two weeks into my recovery I was now able to use the vocabulary of a three year old, which made me feel a bit illiterate, but my teachers had fast proved to be tolerant of my impatience and merely smiled, seeming to be happy at my chance to finally communicate with them. I still had not remembered what had happened to me, but I had plenty of time to think and quickly assumed I had amnesia due to the blow on the back of my head. I was lucky it had not blinded me. For I did know that wounds to the back of the head can cause blindness in people.
I was sat up in bed one morning, running my fingers over a necklace that they had found on me, when Elrohir walked through the door with a smile on his face. "Good morning, Esther."
"Good morning," I answered hesitantly but not without a smile. He nodded approvingly, and pulled back the curtains on my window. I sighed as I felt a slight cooling breeze float in, and the warm sun light up my room. The birds were singing cheerfully, and I could hear the trickling of a nearby creek and the rushing of the waterfalls. I wanted so badly to go outside, but I did not know how I would get there. Besides, I had no clothes other than the sleep shirts that Meril changed me into daily, and I was sure my hair had to be a mess after being in a bed day in and day out. Not that I never brushed it. Meril was kind enough to help me brush my hair and braid it back daily. But I had not been able to take a proper bath since waking up, and I was sure I was starting to look like I could fry something on top of my head with the grease that was building up.
Elrohir moved forward and checked some of the cuts along my face and arms, nodding as a sign that they were healing. Meril stepped through the door just as he was lifting my shirt to check my side. She smiled when she saw I was awake, and set my breakfast tray down near my bed. My stomach growled in hunger as the smell of freshly baked bread, butter, cheese, and fruits settled in my nose. They laughed, and I smiled sheepishly in embarrassment.
"Hungry?" Meril asked, amusement crinkling the corners of her blue eyes.
"Yes, very hungry." I replied. I was a bit proud that I did not stutter over the words and had said them clearly.
"Good!" Elrohir exclaimed. "Your speech is much better! No doubt you will be unable to stop once you are fluent," he teased. Even though I was unable to grasp the whole thing, his teasing tone told me enough.
I smiled and could not help but to feel a little proud over my quickness to grasp this new language. It was a bit relieving, to know that I was not totally helpless in this strange place. Elrohir sat by the window and read a book as I ate my breakfast and Meril braided my hair again. I was slightly surprised when she pulled out a dress from the wardrobe in the corner. It was fairly plain in design, with the neckline scooped in a modest cut and the sleeves loose down to my wrists. It was a soft cream with a gold ribbon around the neckline. Gold ribbons laced up the sides, making tying the dress much easier for one person. It was fitted in the bodice, but flared loosely around the hips. Meril shooed Elrohir out in a flurry of words and hands pushing him out the door. He smiled and laughed the entire way, only to pause and wink at me as he disappeared out the door. My face heated instantly and I looked down at my lap. I quickly willed myself to control my red face and looked up shyly as Meril turned and sighed with an annoyed, yet slightly amused expression, on her pretty face.
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Her Resurrection
Fanfiction"My life had changed, and not solely for the better. At least, it did not seem that way at the time." A young woman goes missing in a small southern town. What the residents do not know is that she has not only gone missing from their town...
