Elrond the Half-Elven frowns at me. “You do not belong here, Miss Fairfax, if indeed that is your right name,” he says sonorously.
Meep. I’m still not sure whether I should trust Elrond, what with the whole Agent Smith business and all.
“No, and I don’t really want to be here, either,” I say. “Somehow actually being here just doesn’t have the same glamour and cachet of imagining I’m here.”
This guy is seriously unnerving.
“I shall do what I can to send you back to where you came from,” says Elrond. “Where was it? Avacal?”
“No, no, no!” I blurt hastily. “I’m really from –“ and I spill out as many details about my real life as I can think of. No way I’m getting stuck in Elizabethan England either.
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