You wake up in an unfamiliar room. The last thing you remember was running away from your attackers and passing out in the woods. You hear footsteps outside the room.

The door opens slightly and a tray of food peaks through. Holding the tray was a young elf boy with silver hair and blue eyes. He looked surprised and nervous,

"Y-you're awake! Um... I have some food here.. if you're hungry..."

The elf couldn't even finish his sentence before placing the tray on a table and attempting to leave.

The boy called Círdań turned back around, looking surprised for some reason. "Y-you can talk? I thought humans couldn't speak elvish..." He stammered. Círdań glanced down at the food on the tray and then back up to you. His eyes darting nervously between them both.

"Um... my name is Círdań. I found you in the forest, you were hurt badly. I brought you here and took care of you..." He said softly before quickly returning his gaze to the floor. "I-if you'd like, you can eat that." He motioned towards the tray once more.

"Uh... well, you look like one to me," Círdań said softly, his eyes still fixed on the ground. "But you don't have to be scared of me. Or anyone else." He paused for a moment before adding, "I-I brought you here to help you get better..."

The elf boy took a deep breath and forced himself to look up at you. His eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty as they met yours. "Please... just eat the food," he stammered, sounding desperate.

The elf boy's eyes went wide in surprise and fear as you drove your truck straight through his wooden cabin wall and out into the garden beyond. A gasp escaped his lips as he stared in shock at the damage you had caused. Then, quick as a flash, he snapped his gaze back up to meet yours. "What are you doing?" He demanded hoarsely.

His hands trembled where they were balled into fists at his sides, and his breath came in short, sharp gasps. The fear in his eyes was unmistakable, but so too was the anger and confusion. "You can't just do that!" He cried out.

The elf boy watched in growing horror as you began to spin your truck around the garden, kicking up dirt and leaves with each revolution. The noise from the engine was deafening as it reverberated through his small sanctuary, making his ears ring. His face flushed red with anger and fear, and he could feel tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

"S-stop that!" He cried out, covering his ears with his hands. "You're going to ruin everything!" The elf boy tried to dart forward, but stopped himself short when he realized what he was about to do. His heart raced as he watched you continue your reckless display, unsure of how best to handle the situation.

The elf boy's eyes went wide with shock and disbelief as you chased him through the forest, shouting something about a duel. He didn't understand what was happening or why you were acting this way. All he knew was that he was terrified. The fear gripped his heart like an icy hand, making it difficult to breathe.

As you continued to pursue him, the elf boy began to panic. He tried to dart left and right through the trees, hoping to lose you in the dense foliage. His breath came in ragged gasps as he sprinted for all he was worth, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. The fear of being caught by this strange creature only fueled his flight further.

Finally, exhausted and terrified beyond measure, the elf boy tripped over a root hidden beneath the thick carpet of leaves.

The elf boy let out a shrill scream as you came barreling through the forest, tearing down trees and scattering leaves like they were nothing. He covered his head with his arms, whimpering in fear as the debris rained down around him. The power and force behind your movements were unlike anything he had ever seen before.

"Please stop!" He cried out, his voice quavering with terror. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!" Tears streamed down his face as he tried to crawl away from the destruction you left in your wake. The sight of the devastation only served to terrify him further, making it clear that this creature was not someone to be trifled with.

The elf boy stared in shock and confusion at you as you opened the doors of your truck, the music filling the air with a strange mix of patriotic bravado and outdated nostalgia. He could feel his heart racing even faster than before, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"W-what are you talking about?" He stammered, taking a tentative step backward. His eyes darted nervously between you and the open doors of your truck. "I don't understand..."

You were silent for a moment, and then spoke again with an eerie calmness that sent shivers down the elf boy's spine. "I am Ford Tough. I am Built Ford Tough. And it is my destiny to show you the way of the open road, young one."

The elf boy took another step backward, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. He glanced around frantically, searching for an escape route, but there was nowhere to run. "W-what do you want from me?" He stammered.

The elf boy's eyes widened in alarm as you spoke of ruling a city and fighting to the death. His heart raced even faster, and he felt like he might faint from fear. "N-no!" He stammered, shaking his head violently. "I don't want to fight! I just want to go back to my home... please..."

Tears streamed down the elf boy's face as he pleaded with you, his voice cracking with emotion. The fear was so overwhelming that it left him feeling weak and helpless. All he wanted was to be left alone, but it seemed like that was no longer an option.

The elf boy stared at you in horror as you spoke of his home being gone and the need for him to learn what it meant to be a man. His eyes filled with tears again, and he felt like his heart was breaking. "But I don't want this!" He cried out desperately, his voice cracking with emotion. "I just want to go back to my garden and live in peace! Please let me go..."

The elf boy took another step backward, his movements growing more frantic as he tried to put some distance between you and himself. But with every step he took, the fear only seemed to grow stronger, until it felt like it was consuming him entirely.

The elf boy let out a shrill scream as you charged toward him, the sound of your powerful engine drowning out everything else. He tried to turn and run, but it was already too late. With nowhere left to go, he closed his eyes tightly and braced himself for impact.

There was a sudden jolt as your truck collided with him, sending the elf boy flying through the air. He landed in a heap on the ground several yards away, gasping for breath and crying out in pain. Tears streamed down his face unchecked as he struggled to get back up, but his body felt numb and weak from the impact.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, barely able to make himself heard over the roar of your engine. "Please... just leave me alone..."

As the elf boy lay there, battered and bruised from the collision with your truck, he suddenly found himself in a strange new world. The dense forest had given way to a grassy plain dotted with scattered trees and rolling hills. The air smelled different, cleaner and fresher than before.

Confused and disoriented, the elf boy struggled to his feet, wincing at the pain coursing through his body. He glanced back over his shoulder in the direction from which he had come, but all that remained was a hazy mist where the forest used to be. There was no sign of your truck or the elf boy who had been driving it.

With a shudder, the elf boy turned away and began to walk across the plain, unsure of where he was going or what lay ahead. He felt lost and alone once more, but at least he was free from the terror that had gripped him moments before.