The Two Survivors
Anna and Louise were sleeping, it was 4:02 A.M in England and the night was pitch black. They were tossing and turning restlessly when it happened. Anna's arm, currently resting on her discman, began to fade, followed by the rest of her body, her pillows, her covers, her discman, her bed, the rest of the room and finally Louise, her best friend.
King Legolas Greenleaf was sitting on his throne. He had never imagined being king could be this boring! All he did was pass judgement on petty thieves and minor criminals. He didn't want that, he wanted excitement again. In a strange way he wished he were still fighting against the evil reign of Saumon. But then he remembered all the losses and sacrifices of the many battles fought. No, he reflected as he remembered the loss of Borromir, he wanted excitement, but not death. His mind lingering on the unfortunate dead, he wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes as four guards came in dragging two girls.
"What have you stolen?" he asked mechanically, before noticing that they were mortal. He leapt from his throne. "WHY ARE THERE MORTALS IN MIRKWOOD?" he bellowed "Did Aragorn send you from Gondor? If so, you must be very tired. You-" The guards interrupted him
"Begging your pardon sire" That was the problem, they were always begging his pardon or asking to be excused or something along those lines "But they did not come from Gondor, they arrived suddenly in a magic house."
Yes, they did seem strange-looking. One of them was impossibly short, almost a hobbit or dwarf, and had green eyes hidden behind strange, circular lenses, held in place by thin green metal hooked over the ears, which he now noticed were rounded, rather than the leaf shape of elves. Her hair was light brown, the kind of brown that is blonde at some times of the year and brown at others. It fell just above her shoulders and flicked slightly in every direction. She was wearing weird clothes. Black trousers of some strange material that pooled out over her feet and socks- now dirty, with some strange, cat-like creature coloured orange with black stripes who seemed to be balancing on its tail in some strange ritual of sorts. Her top was long sleeved and portrayed a pasty white woman- probably ill, drinking from a bottle- probably medicine, surrounded by runes- possibly healing chants. The choice of clothing was strange, she was so obviously female, and too short to be a battle warrior, and yet she wore trousers. Turning to look at the other one he saw that she was also wearing trousers of the same material, which didn't spill out as much, though they did flare slightly. She also was wearing socks, though hers were plain white and stopped far below the ankles. Her top was lilac and had no sleeves, though it had a high neck. The girl was as tall as some of the other elf-maidens, reaching a good 5 foot 8 inches and had sandy hair that curled slightly and reached halfway down her back. She was prettier to him than the other girl and apparently less boisterous.
"Witches eh?" he perked up "I haven't had a good crime like this to judge in. ever" The short girl broke free of the guards and glared up at him defiantly.
"We are NOT witches, and even if we were it's wrong to punish people for what they choose to do if they choose to do good with their gift" Legolas started in surprise
"Tell me child, do you know who I am?" he asked
"No, don't call me child either. Al I know is that I got poked awake by a pointy thingy and I open my eyes and there are a bunch of people with spears raised at us. SPEARS for Christ's sake SPEARS!!!!! Who carries spears?!"
"My guards do" Legolas answered, enjoying the display of fiery attitude shown by the short kid "now please carry on, I am in need of entertainment"
"I will then" the girl said, glaring at him "So yes. SPEARS!!!!! So I tried shouting at him and he said a load of stuff in gibberish! Well actually it sounded Welsh, are we in Wales?"
"You are in Mirkwood, Middle Earth." He said, eyes glinting as he smiled, silently laughing "Who are you and where is this Wales you speak of? Is that where you came from?"
"My name is Anna and this is Louise" gesturing towards the tall girl "And shut up, I'm not done talking yet"
"Please continue" Legolas said, ignoring her rudeness.
"I will, SPEARS!!! So the other guy said something back to the first guy and Louise was sleeping so I woke her up and we started running and the gibberish guys CAUGHT US and they held us! And that dude grabbed my."
"It was an accident sire" interluded the 'dude' she was pointing at. By this time Legolas' shoulders were shaking in silent mirth, he just gestured for the Anna girl to continue
"So after the guy grabbed me they dragged us to some fit JERK! Who doesn't like people who are witches and is currently LAUGHING AT US!!!!!" It was true. He was laughing outright now helplessly. No longer caring where they came from or how they got here, just finding the child extremely amusing
"I" he wheezed, after laughing so hard he felt sure his ribs were broken "Am Legolas Greenleaf, King of Mirkwood and a respected member of the Fellowship Of The Ring"
"I figured as much" Anna said "being as how you're on a throne, wearing a crown and judging us. It's kinda obvious" She reached over and hit Louise, who was staring at the king in awe, lightly on the shoulder. "Plan A" she coughed. Legolas looked at her strangely
"Do you need water?" he asked
"No thank you" she replied "We. ARACHLOWR!" she shouted. All the elves were looking at the floor, laughing at them silently, she dragged Louise out of the room and they ran into the forest.
"Thank you" Legolas said, picking a coin from the floor, "That was very - Hey! Where'd they go?" The guards ran from the room in search of her
Anna and Louise were sleeping, it was 4:02 A.M in England and the night was pitch black. They were tossing and turning restlessly when it happened. Anna's arm, currently resting on her discman, began to fade, followed by the rest of her body, her pillows, her covers, her discman, her bed, the rest of the room and finally Louise, her best friend.
King Legolas Greenleaf was sitting on his throne. He had never imagined being king could be this boring! All he did was pass judgement on petty thieves and minor criminals. He didn't want that, he wanted excitement again. In a strange way he wished he were still fighting against the evil reign of Saumon. But then he remembered all the losses and sacrifices of the many battles fought. No, he reflected as he remembered the loss of Borromir, he wanted excitement, but not death. His mind lingering on the unfortunate dead, he wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes as four guards came in dragging two girls.
"What have you stolen?" he asked mechanically, before noticing that they were mortal. He leapt from his throne. "WHY ARE THERE MORTALS IN MIRKWOOD?" he bellowed "Did Aragorn send you from Gondor? If so, you must be very tired. You-" The guards interrupted him
"Begging your pardon sire" That was the problem, they were always begging his pardon or asking to be excused or something along those lines "But they did not come from Gondor, they arrived suddenly in a magic house."
Yes, they did seem strange-looking. One of them was impossibly short, almost a hobbit or dwarf, and had green eyes hidden behind strange, circular lenses, held in place by thin green metal hooked over the ears, which he now noticed were rounded, rather than the leaf shape of elves. Her hair was light brown, the kind of brown that is blonde at some times of the year and brown at others. It fell just above her shoulders and flicked slightly in every direction. She was wearing weird clothes. Black trousers of some strange material that pooled out over her feet and socks- now dirty, with some strange, cat-like creature coloured orange with black stripes who seemed to be balancing on its tail in some strange ritual of sorts. Her top was long sleeved and portrayed a pasty white woman- probably ill, drinking from a bottle- probably medicine, surrounded by runes- possibly healing chants. The choice of clothing was strange, she was so obviously female, and too short to be a battle warrior, and yet she wore trousers. Turning to look at the other one he saw that she was also wearing trousers of the same material, which didn't spill out as much, though they did flare slightly. She also was wearing socks, though hers were plain white and stopped far below the ankles. Her top was lilac and had no sleeves, though it had a high neck. The girl was as tall as some of the other elf-maidens, reaching a good 5 foot 8 inches and had sandy hair that curled slightly and reached halfway down her back. She was prettier to him than the other girl and apparently less boisterous.
"Witches eh?" he perked up "I haven't had a good crime like this to judge in. ever" The short girl broke free of the guards and glared up at him defiantly.
"We are NOT witches, and even if we were it's wrong to punish people for what they choose to do if they choose to do good with their gift" Legolas started in surprise
"Tell me child, do you know who I am?" he asked
"No, don't call me child either. Al I know is that I got poked awake by a pointy thingy and I open my eyes and there are a bunch of people with spears raised at us. SPEARS for Christ's sake SPEARS!!!!! Who carries spears?!"
"My guards do" Legolas answered, enjoying the display of fiery attitude shown by the short kid "now please carry on, I am in need of entertainment"
"I will then" the girl said, glaring at him "So yes. SPEARS!!!!! So I tried shouting at him and he said a load of stuff in gibberish! Well actually it sounded Welsh, are we in Wales?"
"You are in Mirkwood, Middle Earth." He said, eyes glinting as he smiled, silently laughing "Who are you and where is this Wales you speak of? Is that where you came from?"
"My name is Anna and this is Louise" gesturing towards the tall girl "And shut up, I'm not done talking yet"
"Please continue" Legolas said, ignoring her rudeness.
"I will, SPEARS!!! So the other guy said something back to the first guy and Louise was sleeping so I woke her up and we started running and the gibberish guys CAUGHT US and they held us! And that dude grabbed my."
"It was an accident sire" interluded the 'dude' she was pointing at. By this time Legolas' shoulders were shaking in silent mirth, he just gestured for the Anna girl to continue
"So after the guy grabbed me they dragged us to some fit JERK! Who doesn't like people who are witches and is currently LAUGHING AT US!!!!!" It was true. He was laughing outright now helplessly. No longer caring where they came from or how they got here, just finding the child extremely amusing
"I" he wheezed, after laughing so hard he felt sure his ribs were broken "Am Legolas Greenleaf, King of Mirkwood and a respected member of the Fellowship Of The Ring"
"I figured as much" Anna said "being as how you're on a throne, wearing a crown and judging us. It's kinda obvious" She reached over and hit Louise, who was staring at the king in awe, lightly on the shoulder. "Plan A" she coughed. Legolas looked at her strangely
"Do you need water?" he asked
"No thank you" she replied "We. ARACHLOWR!" she shouted. All the elves were looking at the floor, laughing at them silently, she dragged Louise out of the room and they ran into the forest.
"Thank you" Legolas said, picking a coin from the floor, "That was very - Hey! Where'd they go?" The guards ran from the room in search of her