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1 Chapter 1: Old Friends
It was a nice, cool morning in Mirkwood. 'Hmm, what to do today?' thought Marcie. She was a tall elf, with long dark wavy hair, dark brown eyes and striking features. She was taking a stroll throughout Mirkwood's beautiful forests, her home. She ran into one of her many elf friends, Megan. "Still wandering around, curly Q?" Megan asked her jokingly. "It's almost time for lunch. Will you be joining us, or are you going to skip it like you have been for the past week?" she said seriously. "You always act like you're in a daze or thinking hard about something. Are you OK?" "Yes, I'm fine," Marcie replied. But she really wasn't. For the past couple of months, she kept thinking about…something, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She knew it was someone, her keen elf sense told her it was a special someone who would make her feel loved and appreciated, which for some reason, she hadn't felt lately. Now for Marcie, this was highly unusual, because she was very full of spirit and self-confidence. But she knew this person would change her. But who could it be?
"I'll catch you later, Meg. I'm gonna skip lunch today," Marcie said. "Whoa, what a surprise," Megan replied. "Talk to you later then." And with that she walked off, leaving Marcie alone to her thoughts.
But suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a strange rustling near a bush. Startled, she grabbed her sword, which she always kept with her, if not her bow and arrow. "Who's there?" she asked reluctantly. Suddenly, a tall figure jumped out of the bushes with a great yell. It was a girl, who appeared to be dressed more ruggedly than Marcie, who wore a long green dress. Marcie and the girl both drew their swords and started to fight. The girl wore a hood, so she couldn't tell who it was. Even though Marcie was quite good with a sword, this girl was way better. Marcie had finally struck the girl down, or so she thought. Before she could put her sword away, the girl swung her leg around, tripping Marcie and making her fall flat on her back. "Ha!" cried the girl, withdrawing her hood. "I got you again!" "Colby! I didn't even recognize you! Sheesh!" cried Marcie. "Wow, I like the hood. Nice touch." "You think so?", replied Colby. "I think so too. It makes me look mysterious." "Well you sure fooled me!" laughed Marcie as she hugged her old friend. Actually, Colby was quite young, but was one of Marcie's old friends. She was a ranger who had shoulder-chin length hair. She wore dark articles of clothing, along with a dark cape. She was very different from Marcie, but they had taught each other many things, which was one of the reasons they were such good friends. Colby was really into dark, rugged clothes, while Marcie was into light colors and "girly" clothes as Colby called them. Colby taught Marcie how to swordfight while Marcie taught her how to shoot a bow and arrow. Both were very skilled with both weapons. "That's the third time this week that I've beat you! You seem so distracted, are you OK?" Colby asked. "Sure, of course I'm OK! Why shouldn't I be?" replied Marcie. "OK, just checking…well, are you busy? I wanted to know if you would like to come by and hang out some. Or would you rather manicure your nails?" Colby jokingly asked. "Haha, no I'm not busy, I'd love to come over. Let's go you filthy ranger!" And with that she ran off giving herself a head start, while Colby ran behind her cursing and yelling, "Hey no fair! Hey! Wait!"
1 Chapter 1: Old Friends
It was a nice, cool morning in Mirkwood. 'Hmm, what to do today?' thought Marcie. She was a tall elf, with long dark wavy hair, dark brown eyes and striking features. She was taking a stroll throughout Mirkwood's beautiful forests, her home. She ran into one of her many elf friends, Megan. "Still wandering around, curly Q?" Megan asked her jokingly. "It's almost time for lunch. Will you be joining us, or are you going to skip it like you have been for the past week?" she said seriously. "You always act like you're in a daze or thinking hard about something. Are you OK?" "Yes, I'm fine," Marcie replied. But she really wasn't. For the past couple of months, she kept thinking about…something, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She knew it was someone, her keen elf sense told her it was a special someone who would make her feel loved and appreciated, which for some reason, she hadn't felt lately. Now for Marcie, this was highly unusual, because she was very full of spirit and self-confidence. But she knew this person would change her. But who could it be?
"I'll catch you later, Meg. I'm gonna skip lunch today," Marcie said. "Whoa, what a surprise," Megan replied. "Talk to you later then." And with that she walked off, leaving Marcie alone to her thoughts.
But suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a strange rustling near a bush. Startled, she grabbed her sword, which she always kept with her, if not her bow and arrow. "Who's there?" she asked reluctantly. Suddenly, a tall figure jumped out of the bushes with a great yell. It was a girl, who appeared to be dressed more ruggedly than Marcie, who wore a long green dress. Marcie and the girl both drew their swords and started to fight. The girl wore a hood, so she couldn't tell who it was. Even though Marcie was quite good with a sword, this girl was way better. Marcie had finally struck the girl down, or so she thought. Before she could put her sword away, the girl swung her leg around, tripping Marcie and making her fall flat on her back. "Ha!" cried the girl, withdrawing her hood. "I got you again!" "Colby! I didn't even recognize you! Sheesh!" cried Marcie. "Wow, I like the hood. Nice touch." "You think so?", replied Colby. "I think so too. It makes me look mysterious." "Well you sure fooled me!" laughed Marcie as she hugged her old friend. Actually, Colby was quite young, but was one of Marcie's old friends. She was a ranger who had shoulder-chin length hair. She wore dark articles of clothing, along with a dark cape. She was very different from Marcie, but they had taught each other many things, which was one of the reasons they were such good friends. Colby was really into dark, rugged clothes, while Marcie was into light colors and "girly" clothes as Colby called them. Colby taught Marcie how to swordfight while Marcie taught her how to shoot a bow and arrow. Both were very skilled with both weapons. "That's the third time this week that I've beat you! You seem so distracted, are you OK?" Colby asked. "Sure, of course I'm OK! Why shouldn't I be?" replied Marcie. "OK, just checking…well, are you busy? I wanted to know if you would like to come by and hang out some. Or would you rather manicure your nails?" Colby jokingly asked. "Haha, no I'm not busy, I'd love to come over. Let's go you filthy ranger!" And with that she ran off giving herself a head start, while Colby ran behind her cursing and yelling, "Hey no fair! Hey! Wait!"