Chapter 1: The Beginning of an Adventure

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Hello there ladies and gentlemen! So this is a story in which a person had oddly appeared in Middle-Earth with little explanation as to how. The difference in this case is the fact that Middle-Earth is unknown to the modern world, thus creating total confusion for the one who now lives in this world. Rate, review and enjoy!

P.S – For reference on my character's armour, use your browser to search for armour from Rivendell as well as the bow and sword.

Glyndwr 'Glyn' Magnus was a man who was difficult to shock. This, however, might be the thing that changes that. When he went to bed, the rain was pouring and his flat was overlooking a main road in the city of Cardiff. When he had woken up however, he found himself in a bed that was softer than his own, in a room that was decorated with ornate furniture. Getting out of the bed, Glyn took a look around.

"How the bloody hell did I get here? Am I dreaming?"

"I assure you that you are very much awake." A voice said behind him and he jumped.

"You scared me…" Glyn said, taking in the man's appearance. He wore elegant robes and had long-dark air and though he looked to be middle-aged, something about his eyes gave the impression he had seen much more than one lifetime. His most striking feature, however, were his pointed ears.

"I did not mean to startle you." The other reassured. "My name is Elrond, Lord of Imladris."

"Imladris? I've never heard of it."

"But you are one of our kind…" Elrond said, noticeably confused.

"I'm sorry?" Glyn asked, confused, before realisation struck and he felt his ears. To his shock, they were pointed too. "But…no…I can't be…"

"Do you remember anything from before you were unconscious?"

"I was in my home…in Wales…"

"Wales? I have never heard of a kingdom known as Wales…"

"Kingdom? No, no…Wales is part of a kingdom, not a sovereign one of its own." Glyndwr said, a little bit grateful for some conversation, but Elrond only rose a brow. "You have no idea what I'm talking about…"

"No…and yet I can tell you are not lying…you are not of this world."

"Not of this world?"

"We call this world, Arda…"

Glyndwr could only blink in shock. He had never fainted in his life before, but he was pretty sure he was quite close to it. He was in another world, he was awake, his ears were pointed and he had no idea how to make his way back. His mind was swirling with so many questions. Mainly 'how in the name of all that's good did I end up in another world?'

"I think I'm going to be sick…"

"Walk with me…perhaps a stroll in the fresh air will help settle your stomach." Lord Elrond gestured for the other to follow.

"Okay…I'm sorry…I didn't give my name. Glyndwr Magnus…but please call me 'Glyn.'"

The two strolled through the gardens together, Glyndwr gradually beginning to calm down as he was given an explanation. Elrond explained that he and the people that called Imladris home were elves, a race of beings that were immortal and died not through illness but only through battle or even heartbreak. Glyndwr's ears, whilst pointed, did not make him an elf, rather a Half-elven, a being who for the time being was also immortal.

"So my immortality is temporary?" Glyndwr asked, processing this.

"Yes. All Half-elven must make the decision on whether or not they want to be counted amongst the Men or the Elves…This decision can be delayed…but it is not avoidable."

"I see…"

"You still hold hope of returning to your world…" Elrond noticed.

"Wouldn't you? If you were in my world?"

"I would…but I believe that the Valar, or maybe Eru himself has brought you to Arda for a reason. I cannot begin to fathom what that reason may be…"

"So you believe some kind of divine intervention took place and transported me across worlds for a reason that I may never know?" Glyndwr asked. "I'm so beyond lost… I can't help but hope this is a dream. I feel the air, I smell the flowers and I have complete control over my actions…"

"Did you have any family?"

"My parents both died about two years ago, my mother from illness, my father shortly after from a similar illness."

"No siblings…"

"None…So I suppose all I can miss is my home. That there is a silver lining, I guess. No one to miss and no one to think I'd died too." Glyndwr said as another elf walked gracefully towards them before bowing to Elrond.

"My Lord Elrond…Mithrandir is here."

"Bring him to this garden, Lindir." The Elven lord smiled.

"Mithrandir?" The Welshman asked as Lindir headed back the way he came.

"Known commonly as Gandalf, he is a wizard. A wise one at that." Elrond explained as Lindir walked back towards them with a man in grey robes, wearing a pointed hat and holding a staff made of twisted wood. "Gandalf…"

"Lord Elrond…I did not know you had company."

"This is Glyndwr, a Man turned into a Half-elven." Elrond said, surprising even Gandalf. "He is also not of this world."

"Not of this world you say?" The wizard asked.

"No he is not."

"Well then if he is indeed new to this world, I would be happy to teach him of it in my travels. How would you like to join me on an adventure, Master Magnus?"

"An adventure…in a world I know nothing about?"

"You will know about it. I will teach you on the road."

"And where is this adventure to?" The Welshman asked.

"I will also explain that whilst we are on the road." Gandalf said with a kindly and somewhat cryptic smile. "Lord Elrond…would you be happy to outfit the newest resident to Middle-Earth?"

"I will go to the armoury and see what we can find." Elrond said, heading away from the two.

"Armoury? What does he mean by armoury?!"

"Well the roads are filled with dangers…this world is not as safe as your own. You will need a sword and a bow…clothes that are durable…"

"Sword and a…Beyond archery, I've never used a sword."

"Then might I suggest you learn quickly?" Gandalf said with a small grin. "First we must go to Bree so that we may gather our other travellers."

"Why me Gandalf?"

"All will be revealed in time, Master Magnus." He walked off.

"Are wizards always so cryptic?"

Later that evening, Lindir brought Glyn down to the armoury where Lord Elrond was waiting with two other elves and Gandalf. The elves were holding some robes and armour whilst Elrond had a bow with a quiver as well as a sword behind him. The Welshman began to feel a little overwhelmed but the reassuring looks from Elrond and Gandalf kept him calm.

"Middle-Earth has been at peace for many years…that does not mean that caution should be ignored on the road." Elrond began.

"So Gandalf has told me…" He smiled weakly.

"These robes are worn by the warriors of Imladris. The material is light, but it keeps one warm. They will serve you well in even the coldest of climates." Elrond said with a small smile. "As you will be on the road, you will need to travel with only light armour. This fauld and these bracers are made of a very light metal, but it is durable."

"In my world, armour like this should be kept safe…admired…it's beautiful…" Glyn smiled.

"To us, it is a necessity." The Elven lord smiled.

"This cloak is made by the people of Imladris, but I have cast a spell on it…much like the cloaks of the Elven realm of Lothlorien, this cloak will shield you from unfriendly eyes." Gandalf smiled.

"That is not all…" Elrond said, heading to the weapons racks and picking up a graceful blade.

"I can't accept that…" Glyndwr said as Elrond pulled the blade from its scabbard.

"We can make more…This sword is forged with expert craftsmanship…it will hardly ever need to be sharpened. When you return, we will engrave it for you." Elrond put it in the scabbard and handed it to the Welshman who was surprised at how light it was. The scabbard was plain, but like the blade, he figured it will be decorated as is fitting of his accomplishments.

"I don't know what to say…"

"You need not say anything Master Magnus…if you are indeed to live in this world, you will need as much assistance as you can get until you adapt." Gandalf said with a smile as Elrond picked up the most beautiful longbow he'd ever seen. In the history books, bows were made simple, but the elves made weapons that become personal over time.

"Elves make swords superior to those of Men…but our true strength lies in our eyesight and our ability with the longbow. Handcrafted, this bow will not fail you. You said you had partaken in archery before?"

"As a hobby…I used to go to the fields and practice. It helps me focus my mind."

"It seems then, that fate meant you to have this."

That night, Glyndwr was stood on the balcony of his room in a dark robe and loose trousers. Imladris looked so beautiful in the night and the elves were out, all of them stopping to gaze up at the stars as when they first stepped outside. The Welshman too found himself gazing up, a new fascination in the brilliant lights above him.

"Mereth nuin Giliath…the Feast of Starlight." Elrond walked in.

"It's tonight?" Glyn asked, turning to Elrond.

"No…but it is approaching. Light is sacred to the Eldar…the elves of Greenwood find that starlight in particular is precious, for it is memory. We all celebrate the light of the stars for it is pure."

"It sounds like a beautiful custom…so why am I so drawn to it?"

"Because you are Half-elven…though you may not have had the senses or temptations of an elf, you will develop them." Elrond explained. "I hear you are to depart at dawn?"

"I am…perhaps if I learn about the world, I could come to accept my situation a bit better."

"When you return from your travels, you are welcome to live among my people. It may never be like your old home in Wales, but I would think you would like it here." Elrond said with a small smile.

"Thank you, Lord Elrond…" He smiled back.

"You need not thank me, Glyndwr of Wales. I would suggest you rest…Half-elven may stay awake longer than mortals, but you still need some rest." Elrond said, taking his leave.

As the starlight and moonlight cast a silver glow in his room through the open window, Glyn climbed into bed and reasoned that perhaps it was not all bad. Sure he was in a strange land, having to learn to use weapons and he was no longer human, but the world he lived in was beautiful despite the potential dangers.