What if... (A Hobbit Fanfiction) (DISCONTINUED)

Glorfindel

~Brandy's POV~

I don't remember when I passed out, but waking up was 'fun'. My eyes opened slowly, drinking in my surroundings. I shot up quickly, glancing around. 'What the... Where am I? What happened....Elves!' My hands shot to my side, yanking up the new, clean white shirt I was wearing.

"What the sweet ever loving fuck..?" I muttered, running my hand over the bandages there, only a slightly tingly pain left over from where I last remembered an arrow being. The door opened, and I dropped my shirt, glancing at the person.

"Ah, you are awake!" the Elf said, smiling. I nodded. He walked closer, sitting on the end of the bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. I thought for a second.

"Well, I feel fine, I'm just not sure how. Last thing I remembered was an arrow right about here." I said, pointing to my side. He chuckled, and stood, lending me his hand, his blond hair swaying.

"Come. You are probably hungry. We were out through dinner." I nodded, and gladly took his hand, helping me off the higher-than-usual-bed.

We left the room, and started off down a hallway.

"I don't mean to be rude, but, um, who are you, exactly?" I asked the Elf. He laughed a little.

"I am Glorfindel. Lord Elrond asked for me to watch over you and provide assistance if needed." I nodded.

"Well, since I'm gonna be seeing lots of you as it seems, I'm gonna call you Glory, cause I don't think I'll ever be able to say your name right. No offence or anything, it is a lovely name."

"Thank you. Ah! Here we are!" I looked around, seeing we had reached what looked like a kitchen, and a table laid out covered in greens. Glory handed me a plate and said, "Get what you like. These are just the leftovers from dinner." I nodded, and grabbed myself some of the greens.

Man, the Dwarves must've thrown a fit over this. No meat. I laughed a little.

~Time Skip Past Dinner~

When I had finished eating, an Elf came by and took my plate, taking care of it. I said my thanks, and Glory led me around on a tour around Rivendell, making sure I knew where everything was in case I got lost at some point. We were leaving the library- I had grabbed a book to read- when we ran into Lord Elrond and Lindir.

"Master Baggins, I see you are feeling well." he said, giving me a nod. I smiled.

"Yes. You must tell your healers thank your for me. They did an excellent job of keeping me from not dying." That earned my a laugh from the Elven lord, and I could tell Glory was chuckling slightly, but poor Lindir just looked a little confused. 

We conversed for a little bit, but soon I had to bid the pair farewell, Glory had said it was probably a good idea if I went back to my room and got some rest. I said goodnight to the said Elf when we reached where I was staying, and closed my door. I turned and jumped onto my bed, opening the book I had chosen.

It was an Elvish tale by the name of 'Summer Knight'. Glory had informed me that some of the book was in Sindarin, but luckily I knew enough of the langue to get me through the story. I read about four chapters before I started to yawn.

"Alright then, guess I better pop off." I mumbled, rubbing my face wearily. I laid the book down on the nightstand next to the bed, and then blew out the candle.

'Now I just have to deal with 13 worried Dwarves...'

Sorry this one was short.