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books or movies!
Readers: I do hope you enjoy this story. I have put a lot of thought into it and I hope you like it. This is my first story of Fanfiction and I do except criticism, but constructive criticism that will help my writing. But please do review!!! Thank you!! Primula Brandybuck!! btw, this is set before the movies ever came out.
The Painting
Chapter 1-The Wish.....
The enormous suitcase sitting beside gave her little room or any at all. She knew if she tried to move it again, Clark would yell back at her again as a little child. How did she get stuck here in the first place? She wondered to herself for the fortieth time during the ride. Joey left the United States to New Zealand hoping this long planned trip would smooth over the bumps in her relationship with Clark Toey. Three weeks ago, Joey knew that this trip would solve their problems that they were facing. She held her hopes high when she found a receipt form a jewelry store that cost over 20 hundred. It had to be a ring, Joey thought again. Clark and Joey had been together for little more over 10 months and have been living together for 6 months in Clark's condo south of L.A. Joey had no doubt in her mind that Clark had finally came to the idea of marriage.
Joey sighed again. Her dreams would finally be able to come true. After her previous relationships, when Joey got together with Clark, she made a vow to do everything in her will to please him. There was only one time did Joey defy Clark. That time was three weeks ago. He wanted to go to his executive's cocktail party alone. But Joey insisted that she go along and meet his new boss, that she still had to be introduced to. When she screamed that she wanted to go, he hit her hard in the face and left on a rampage out of the house. He came home that night and crawled into bed. Not giving her an apology, but waiting for hers. When he did hear the small apology from her lips, he gave her the consent to sleep with the radio on. The car bumped it's way over the grassy hills of New Zealand. It came to a stop at a little way side.
"Joey, I need some caffeine to keep me awake. I didn't get any sleep last night on the account of you moving the entire time," Clark growled, sitting in the driver's seat.
"Sorry. I'll go get it," she pushed the suitcase beside her so she could clime out of the car.
"I want diet!" he shouted after her. Joey moved towards the red brick building looking for some change in her purse. With the coins in her hand, she put them into the slot and was about to press the button for a soda when something caught her eye. On all the walls, were paintings of some fairy tale creatures. But the one that caught her eye the most was the one on the far left side wall, the one with a prince on top of a white horse in a dark forest. Dazed by it, Joey took a step closer to it.
The painting held a man, with long golden blonde hair with a very handsome face, riding upon a white magnificent horse through a dark green forest. Something about this picture jolted Joey. Down in the left hand corner of the painting, in small printing, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood . Legolas? what a strange name Joey thought, but there was something familiar about it. She was jerked out of her thoughts from a loud car horn from the parking lot. Remembering where she was, Joey quickly punched one of the selections, grabbed the soda can that fell, and ran out to the car to Clark. When Joey handed the soda to Clark through to open window, he growled.
"I told you I wanted a Diet."
"huh?," Joey looked down on the can she had. It wasn't the diet he wanted. "oh! I am sorry Clark, I'll go get you another one."
"Don't bother. I have enough time waiting for you. I hope you have a nice trip." With that said, Clark shifted the car into drive and sped off back down the highway. Stunned, Joey stood standing there for twenty minutes with the can in her hand for thirty minutes. When she saw the last car go by the rest area and it wasn't Clark, she went back into the building and sat on a bench, underneath the painting she was earlier fascinated by. It finally came to Joey what happened, Clark left her.
Filled with regret and sorrow, Joey laid her head in her hands and cried. Her sobs racked through the rest area building. She had failed again. Her sisters would laugh and snicker at her when she came home with her tail between her legs. Joey had a feeling that Clark wouldn't be coming back to get her and she was left with only two dollars in her purse. She didn't have her credit cards with her, Clark always kept them. He wanted her to manage her money and the only way to do that was to have him hold the credit cards. Her passport was still in her car, along with all her clothes and necessities.
But most of all, Joey cried because her heart was broken once again. With her tears and loud sobs escaping her throat, Joey wished out loud, "If only my prince would save me..."
Readers: I do hope you enjoy this story. I have put a lot of thought into it and I hope you like it. This is my first story of Fanfiction and I do except criticism, but constructive criticism that will help my writing. But please do review!!! Thank you!! Primula Brandybuck!! btw, this is set before the movies ever came out.
The Painting
Chapter 1-The Wish.....
The enormous suitcase sitting beside gave her little room or any at all. She knew if she tried to move it again, Clark would yell back at her again as a little child. How did she get stuck here in the first place? She wondered to herself for the fortieth time during the ride. Joey left the United States to New Zealand hoping this long planned trip would smooth over the bumps in her relationship with Clark Toey. Three weeks ago, Joey knew that this trip would solve their problems that they were facing. She held her hopes high when she found a receipt form a jewelry store that cost over 20 hundred. It had to be a ring, Joey thought again. Clark and Joey had been together for little more over 10 months and have been living together for 6 months in Clark's condo south of L.A. Joey had no doubt in her mind that Clark had finally came to the idea of marriage.
Joey sighed again. Her dreams would finally be able to come true. After her previous relationships, when Joey got together with Clark, she made a vow to do everything in her will to please him. There was only one time did Joey defy Clark. That time was three weeks ago. He wanted to go to his executive's cocktail party alone. But Joey insisted that she go along and meet his new boss, that she still had to be introduced to. When she screamed that she wanted to go, he hit her hard in the face and left on a rampage out of the house. He came home that night and crawled into bed. Not giving her an apology, but waiting for hers. When he did hear the small apology from her lips, he gave her the consent to sleep with the radio on. The car bumped it's way over the grassy hills of New Zealand. It came to a stop at a little way side.
"Joey, I need some caffeine to keep me awake. I didn't get any sleep last night on the account of you moving the entire time," Clark growled, sitting in the driver's seat.
"Sorry. I'll go get it," she pushed the suitcase beside her so she could clime out of the car.
"I want diet!" he shouted after her. Joey moved towards the red brick building looking for some change in her purse. With the coins in her hand, she put them into the slot and was about to press the button for a soda when something caught her eye. On all the walls, were paintings of some fairy tale creatures. But the one that caught her eye the most was the one on the far left side wall, the one with a prince on top of a white horse in a dark forest. Dazed by it, Joey took a step closer to it.
The painting held a man, with long golden blonde hair with a very handsome face, riding upon a white magnificent horse through a dark green forest. Something about this picture jolted Joey. Down in the left hand corner of the painting, in small printing, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood . Legolas? what a strange name Joey thought, but there was something familiar about it. She was jerked out of her thoughts from a loud car horn from the parking lot. Remembering where she was, Joey quickly punched one of the selections, grabbed the soda can that fell, and ran out to the car to Clark. When Joey handed the soda to Clark through to open window, he growled.
"I told you I wanted a Diet."
"huh?," Joey looked down on the can she had. It wasn't the diet he wanted. "oh! I am sorry Clark, I'll go get you another one."
"Don't bother. I have enough time waiting for you. I hope you have a nice trip." With that said, Clark shifted the car into drive and sped off back down the highway. Stunned, Joey stood standing there for twenty minutes with the can in her hand for thirty minutes. When she saw the last car go by the rest area and it wasn't Clark, she went back into the building and sat on a bench, underneath the painting she was earlier fascinated by. It finally came to Joey what happened, Clark left her.
Filled with regret and sorrow, Joey laid her head in her hands and cried. Her sobs racked through the rest area building. She had failed again. Her sisters would laugh and snicker at her when she came home with her tail between her legs. Joey had a feeling that Clark wouldn't be coming back to get her and she was left with only two dollars in her purse. She didn't have her credit cards with her, Clark always kept them. He wanted her to manage her money and the only way to do that was to have him hold the credit cards. Her passport was still in her car, along with all her clothes and necessities.
But most of all, Joey cried because her heart was broken once again. With her tears and loud sobs escaping her throat, Joey wished out loud, "If only my prince would save me..."
