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Raumolíriel awoke with a start. Where am I, she thought, as she took in the strange sterile room. Strangely colored windows, walls not of wood or stone. The air, clean yet lacking the scent of air scrubbed by wind and tree and star. The strange yet comfortable and supportive garments she wore; the blanket covering her; the mattress she was lying on. She threw the blanket off, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and paused.

When she fell off the wall, Raumolíriel had been pierced by seven arrows, with more whizzing by her. She had felt each arrow pierce her body; the one to the knee had been the cause of her fall into the river below. Yet as she looked at her body, her skin was unmarked. Not even a scar remained of where the arrows had been.

She looked around the unfamiliar setting; the only thing even remotely familiar was the feline on the other side of the amazingly clear glass grooming itself. “Firya” she muttered, a questioning tone in her voice.

“Shit,” Dr. Kerrain exclaimed when she looked over at her guest getting off the biobed. She set her coffee mug down on the desk and ran out of her office. “What are you doing? You need to get back in bed!”

Raumolíriel looked at the human running out of the small room with the feline with the calico coat. “Manke naa amin? Sut ume amin get sinome? Mani uma lle merna yassen amin? Mani naa lle goien um- yassen amin? Mankoi don't lle rangwa amin?*”
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*(Loosely translated as: "Where am I? How did I get here? What do you want with me? What are you going to do with me? Why don't you understand me?")
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“Computer, identify language,” Margeit muttered, even as Raumolíriel repeated herself.

“This language is not in any library.”

“Expand to fictional languages,” she said. Raumolíriel was starting to get exasperated at Margeit’s inability to talk to her.

“75% match based on the fictional languages of Tolkien. Adjusting universal translator.”

“Manke naa amin? Sut ume amin get here? What do you want with me? What are you going to do with me?”

Margeit made a placating gesture. “Peace. Please. Calm. Can you understand me?”

“I can, finally. How?”

“That will be answered later if we can. My name is Margeit. I’m a doctor, and all I want you to do is get better.”

“You still haven’t answered my questions. What are you want with me? Where are we?”

“We’ll answer your questions as best as we can. But what I need you to do first, is just sit back on the bed, and remain calm for me. Ok? I must make a call.”

Raumolíriel nodded and climbed back on to the biobed. Dr. Kerrain opened and began rummaging through a drawer near the bed. She pulled out a clean robe and handed it to the elf girl before tapping her combadge. “Sickbay to the Captain. Our…guest is awake, and has questions.”

“Understood. Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll be down.”

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Raumolíriel awoke with a start. Where am I, she thought, as she took in the strange sterile room. Strangely colored windows, walls not of wood or stone. The air, clean yet lacking the scent of air scrubbed by wind and tree and star. The strange yet comfortable and supportive garments she wore; the blanket covering her; the mattress she was lying on. She threw the blanket off, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and paused.

When she fell off the wall, Raumolíriel had been pierced by seven arrows, with more whizzing by her. She had felt each arrow pierce her body; the one to the knee had been the cause of her fall into the river below. Yet as she looked at her body, her skin was unmarked. Not even a scar remained of where the arrows had been.

She looked around the unfamiliar setting; the only thing even remotely familiar was the feline on the other side of the amazingly clear glass grooming itself. “Firya” she muttered, a questioning tone in her voice.

“Shit,” Dr. Kerrain exclaimed when she looked over at her guest getting off the biobed. She set her coffee mug down on the desk and ran out of her office. “What are you doing? You need to get back in bed!”

Raumolíriel looked at the human running out of the small room with the feline with the calico coat. “Manke naa amin? Sut ume amin get sinome? Mani uma lle merna yassen amin? Mani naa lle goien um- yassen amin? Mankoi don't lle rangwa amin?*”
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*(Loosely translated as: "Where am I? How did I get here? What do you want with me? What are you going to do with me? Why don't you understand me?")
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“Computer, identify language,” Margeit muttered, even as Raumolíriel repeated herself.

“This language is not in any library.”

“Expand to fictional languages,” she said. Raumolíriel was starting to get exasperated at Margeit’s inability to talk to her.

“75% match based on the fictional languages of Tolkien. Adjusting universal translator.”

“Manke naa amin? Sut ume amin get here? What do you want with me? What are you going to do with me?”

Margeit made a placating gesture. “Peace. Please. Calm. Can you understand me?”

“I can, finally. How?”

“That will be answered later if we can. My name is Margeit. I’m a doctor, and all I want you to do is get better.”

“You still haven’t answered my questions. What are you want with me? Where are we?”

“We’ll answer your questions as best as we can. But what I need you to do first, is just sit back on the bed, and remain calm for me. Ok? I must make a call.”

Raumolíriel nodded and climbed back on to the biobed. Dr. Kerrain opened and began rummaging through a drawer near the bed. She pulled out a clean robe and handed it to the elf girl before tapping her combadge. “Sickbay to the Captain. Our…guest is awake, and has questions.”

“Understood. Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll be down.”