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You wake up to the taste of earth in your mouth. You immediately spit, trying to get rid of the muddy sensation, then you're suddenly overwhelmed by all the other feelings in your body, most of all your leg that feels like a horse has stood on it for several hours. And you head! Did someone try to use it as an anvil?
You take a few seconds to remember. You are John, you were sailor on board of a little ship, captained by the brave explorer Istuvar, trying to find the mythical island of the fairies. There was a storm, you remember lots of wood breaking and splintering, and water, so much water... now you're here. Where is here? Water... you still hear water. Behind you. You're on the shore.
You lift your head under immense pain and look around. More earth. Grass. Bushes. Trees. Big, strong, beautiful oak trees. A very dense forest. And behind you, the ocean, just a few steps away.
And only now hits you. You're on land! You are not dead, not drowned in the merciless ocean, you actually found land. And considering how far away from home the ship had been, this must be a new continent. You actually sailed over the sea and found a new land!

Under groaning and panting, you get to your knees. You hear a rustling and look up. Someone is there. A figure, just stepping out of the shadow. A girl, it seems, barely older than 16, very slender and graceful. She has long, brown hair and smooth, pale skin. She's also wearing tight leather pants and a jerkin - and she carries a bow. Now you also notice the quiver on her back.
"You're awake", she says in a soothing, cute voice.
You need a few moments to even know what to say, you have too many questions. "What... where am I?"
You notice her sparkly, green eyes. "Somewhere south of Eldau. The better question is, who are you?"
You look at her, still not remotely comfortable with the amount of questions you have in your head. "I'm John."
Before you can consider whether to thank her for saving your life, she speaks again. "You're a man."
"Did the beard give it away?", you ask sarcastically, feeling a bit more confident all of a sudden.
"That was part of it, yes", she says completely seriously. "But you also have bigger muscles, broader shoulders and you are significantly too tall."
You raise your eyebrows. "Well, glad we got that out of the way. Did you save me?"
She still looks at you with curiosity. "How did you get here?"
"That was sort of my question. The last I remember I was on a ship."
"Oh, yes, I pulled you out of the water. Couldn't drag you that far, you're heavier than a rock. What ship was it? One of the trading ships from Draethell? They never come here to the bay."
You have never heard of that place. "No, we were exploring from Althaim. What... what is this place?"
She frowns. "You're not from the trading ships? You've never been to Tol Galadhon before, have you?"
"Tol... no, I've never heard of it."
She looks at you for several seconds, seemingly not sure what to do. "You're human though, right? Human male, two legs, penis, all that?"
A bit shocked by her shameless mention of your genitalia, you nod. "Yeah... human male... why?"
"Well", she hesitates. "You know what I am?"
"A girl I would assume."
"Yes, but I'm an elf."
You look at her for several seconds. Then you laugh. "Nice one."
She keeps a straight face. "You've never met an elf before, have you?"
Before you can say anything else, she kneels down in front of you and pushes her hair behind her right ear. You take several seconds to let the new information sink in. Her ear is pointed.
"You're kidding me."
She smiles warmly. "You must live in a far away country not to know about us."
You look at each other for another few seconds, then she says "Sooo... want a ride?"
"Ride on what?"
She laughs. "On me of course."
You slowly begin to fear that you've completely lost your mind and are now in some part of hellish afterlife. "What?"
"Sex. You know, fucking. Do you not call it that?"
"I..." you start, but have to sort your mind first. "Why would you... I mean, not that I don't appreciate it, but - do you ask all random strangers for sex?"
She seems a bit surprised. "Well... the sailors in Draethell are always eager for all the girls there from what I hear. I've just never been there. I'll probably never meet another man."
The realization crashes in. "You- you don't have men here?"
She makes big eyes. "No. We're elves."
"Like... none? At all?"
"No."
"On the whole island?"
"No. Except for, as said, whenever trading ships arrive in Draethell, then everyone there gets to have some fun."
You realize that your mouth is open, but you can't close it. "What is this country?"
She laughs. "Our home. Tol Galadhon. My offer still stands."
I'm stranded on a foreign land and the first person I see is a cute girl offering me to fuck her, you think, slowly realizing that you are indeed not in a hellish nightmare, but in paradise instead.