Takes place at the same time as this
It is not an unpleasant place to be, sitting here out in the open, looking down over the trees, but I feel so disconnected. I am unsure as to what is dream, and what is reality. I know Faramir tells me that there are two realities, and I can visit this one, but I live in the other, the one I have no memory of, but it will take time for me to get used to this. I do not understand why I would want to return here after I regain my memories, surely I will want to go back to my home, and allow Paris to return to his?
After showing me how their shift works, Faramir turned into Dave, and back again, which was an amazing sight, Faramir shifted out, promising to return in a few days, and left me to get to know Dave. He gave me a tour of his home, including an introduction to the shower! A marvellous invention! Water pounded down on my head and shoulders, and I feel wonderfully clean! An amazing place indeed, to have a hot waterfall indoors whenever it is required. He showed me where to find food and drink, how to use the coffee machine, which produces a rich warming drink, and how to use the … phone? If I lift up this talking device, and press numbers in a certain order, the person who speaks will bring prepared meals to us. He suggested that tonight we try Chinese food, and assures me I will enjoy it. I’m looking forward to trying these new tastes, but can’t help feeling I should be doing something, not sitting around sampling new dishes while my counterpart attempts to help me. I dislike feeling so … useless.
I have caught Dave looking at me with sadness in his eyes more than once. It is not hard to see that he feels more than mere friendship for the man who’s body I inhabit, and that having me here, wearing his face, cannot be easy for him. I reassured him that as soon as I regain my memories and strength, I will return to Rohan so Paris can return to him, and that I’m grateful for their help.
I am attempting to read the book he gave me, "The Fellowship of the Ring". It is written by the sorcerer Tolkien, the one who caused our worlds to open to each other and I think Dave intended it to act as an introduction to my world, but I know nothing of hobbits, or elves, or rings and frequently find myself putting it to one side, unable to concentrate. Faramir told me of my life, the people in it, my Father, my cousins, told me who I am, but there is a difference in being told something, and knowing it, feeling it in you heart, and he holds something back, I know that. Something in his
eyes, a touch of sorrow, disturbs me.
A long sigh escapes me as I gather up my book and empty mug and make my way back indoors. The air has grown colder, and I feel the need of another coffee to warm me. One thing I know. I cannot take many more of these empty days without falling into madness! My strength is returning and I need something more than tales of hobbits to occupy my time. Whatever my life is like back in my home world, I do not think I spend a lot of time sitting reading childrens fables. Tossing the book down on the table, I head off to the kitchen in search of coffee.