Lord of the Rings

Sarcasm: 10 Humor: 20 Mood: Playfully intrigued

With a sudden burst of light, you find yourself thrust back into reality. The transition was supposed to be a mere blink between decades, but instead, you're left grappling with disorientation and a wave of nausea. The thunderclap of your arrival still reverberates and echoes around in you in a low rumble.

Athena: You might want to look behind you. We have company.

You stand on a beautifully crafted veranda. Majestic trees tower over you, their leaves sparkling in the sunlight. A waterfall cascades down a steep cliff in the distance, and the valley below is hidden under a veil of mist. Around you is an assortment of individuals varying in size and appearance, dressed in, at first glance medieval garb, but on longer study you find they're quite fantastical garments. Some around you are short and stout, while others possess elongated, pointed ears.

A distinguished old man with a bushy beard breaks the silence. Bearded old man: "A most curious event. An unexpected guest with a rather dramatic entrance."

Athena: I've crunched the numbers. Cross-correlated everything. I've checked octuple times. You will find this as hard to believe as it was for me, but it can't be anything else. It appears you've crash-landed at the Council of Elrond. In Middle Earth. And this is no Hollywood set.

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