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This is for you, Amyliana
Darcy hated leaving Jane alone in the lab. She would undoubtedly forget that she has human needs to attend to (ie. sleeping, eating, peeing) and end up cranky and break something.
This is why Darcy was glad she walked in right as Jane's sleeping face slammed onto the "ON" button of the interdimensionary portal. In the next few seconds that passed, Darcy vividly recalled the times she actually volunteered to test Jane's science things. She traveled to Asgard, 1920's New York, a weird parallel universe with faeries and pixies, but she'd never jumped without sufficient testing and gear.
Until today.
She shoved Jane out of the way and in the process got sucked into the portal, not knowing where she was going or when.
When she woke up, she took stock of herself, clothes still on (check,) still breathing (check,) soulmark still on back of calf (check.)
She was in a lush forest, it was slightly warm and she was feeling a little overdressed in her sweater, tshirt, leggings, scarf, and boots, so she tied her sweater around her waist and followed the trail she seemed to be on.
Until she heard the singing. Beautiful, melodic, joyous, haunting voices. They pierced her ears sharply but the sounds were so lovely, and she followed them through the trees and into a clearing, where she found a most curious sight.
Dozens of tall, beautiful people dancing and feasting in some sort of celebration, but once they caught sight of her the celebration was over and weapons were drawn.
"Who are you, to disturb the King's name-day feast?" a redheaded woman(alien?) asked.
"Darcy Lewis, Doctor of medicine," she figured that would slightly calm them, maybe they knew that you never shoot a medic, even if he's on the opposing side.
Gasps erupted around her, and a tall (she was being redundant, they were all tall) blonde man strode forward from the back and stood before her, eyeing her as if to make her speak. So she did, and she stuck her hand out for a shake.
"Darcy Lewis, and you might be?" Instead, he placed gentle, fragile kisses on the knuckles of her right hand, and knelt before her.
"I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, and you are my chosen." More gasps. Darcy even gasped. A princely soulmate. Damn, she deserved this after all she lived through.
"Prince... Okay... So where is Mirkwood? Am I in Asgard? Am I on Earth? Is this Poughkeepsie?" Obviously they didn't get her Supernatural joke, so probably not American. Most likely not from Earth.
"Mirkwood forest is in Middle Earth, the realm in which we all live. Are you from another?"
"Realm? I'd say this is more of an alternate reality, or maybe a separate universe. I know and can name all nine realms, but it's lovely to meet you Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, are you human?"
A melodious laugh erupted from his chest. A chest that tapered to a thin waist. And those arms... Wait... He was talking.
"I am an elf, my Darcy. Shall I assume you are human?" She nodded. "Well, I think we need to acquaint ourselves. Father," he called, and explained to the most beautiful man Darcy had ever seen that he'd met his "chosen" (he was a bit surprised about her species, but he was okay with it. Apparently medicinal people were highly respected among the elves,) and planned to take her to see the palace. Darcy hoped that was a euphemism, she was all about tradition, and she never believed the tales, but sometimes the bond between soulmates was so strong they would mate right there on the spot. Darcy was almost at that stage.
He actually did show her the palace. And what a palace it was, all nature and power and beauty. But Darcy was growing impatient.
"Legolas, where is your mark, if you don't mind me asking."
"Right there," he placed two fingers on the small of Darcy's back, and she blushed, thinking of the position they would have to be in for their marks to touch so that the bond would appear.
"And yours?"
"The back of my calf." He flushed very prettily, she noticed.
"Miss Darcy, I hate to be presumptuous, but I cannot control myself around you, would you prefer to find somewhere more comfortable to... acquaint ourselves?" His eyes glinted mischievously and she followed him up winding wooden staircases to a room.
She couldn't describe the room, she was too busy being kissed senseless by her elf prince soulmate. Her elf prince soulmate. Her soulmate was an elf prince. Her. Darcy Lewis. Medical doctor Darcy Lewis who was demoted to scientist wrangler extraordinaire. God, she was lucky. And you know what, he was such a great kisser, she couldn't even worry about the fact that she was probably never going back to Jane.
And when he took her to bed, she forgot about home altogether, but they would talk about it after, she would tell him about the man of iron and the lightning god, and he would tell her about the Dwarf king under the mountain who had passed on and his meeting with the ranger Strider, and they would bond, and fall in love, and Darcy hoped their kids looked like him because he was a beautiful shining light in her life and she wanted to be reminded of it every day.