Disclaimer: i do not own Legolas, or any other LotR character. all the others are mine. props to my bud from biggerstaffbunch who helped my with this plot (Ruchonia). will use some elvish language later on, so be on the lookout. hope you enjoy. read and review please!
The cool wind blew through my auburn brown hair. It was the fall, and there was a sudden chill in the air. I shuddered, and began to walk inside.
It had been a whole decade today that the accident happened. It was still imbedded in my brain; the slam of the brakes, the prayers, and the screams. I will never forget what happened to me at thirteen. It was the day I died, the day I lost my family. Since my mother and father were gone, I was alone. I went from home to home, but then my Uncle Aidan said he would take me in. Don't get me wrong, he is such a wonderful guy, and I consider him like a father to me now, but when you are thirteen, and alone, you kind of forget everything, and dwell on the negative. As I grew older, I grew accustomed to him. His outrageous sense of humor that made me laugh just by his expressions, his storytelling, his smile, was all second nature to me now.
I opened the door of my log cabin style home in Preston, England, and the smell of burning permeated the room. "Aidan must be cooking up another concoction he calls an invention," I thought to myself. I quickly opened the window, and gazed to the backyard. The thought of exploring the land popped into my head, I grabbed my riding helmet from the rack, and ran towards the barn.
After saddling up my dun colored horse Bellophone, I was off. Ever since I was a child, I was riding horses, and after my parents died, Aidan built this horse farm for me, to keep me busy and happy.
The steady hoof beats upon the ground sent me into a trance. It was always like this. When I was riding on a horse, I was free; nothing could touch or affect me. I was wild, and yet I was safe.
Evening soon turned into dusk, and it was time to leave the world of the land behind me, and head inside civilization.
"Kaelind," I heard Aidan call my name from the distance, "Kaelind Rivers? Time for supper."
"I'm coming uncle," I shouted towards the horizon.
Once inside, I saw that Aidan had piled the table up with all of his tasty cooking. The sight of it was almost unbearable. After saying prayer, I shoved my face with all of the delightful treats that my uncle made. He was a great cook.
"Kaelind sweetheart, I did not see you at tea time, where were you?"
"Oh you know, off riding again."
"Good, I thought that you had run down to the lake again. I thought you were there because it is September 18."
I had almost forgotten the anniversary of the accident. I had been set free, but now, I was back to reality.
"I haven't forgotten. I am just calm."
"I am so glad to hear that. Every year you seem to get better at not crying today."
"So, was that a new invention I smelled this morning?"
My uncle laughed at that statement.
"Yes, yes, another machine to better help others. I just hope that that mean, nasty, conniving, DeLotha does not try to steal my idea again!"
"I am sure he won't."
Supper ended soon, and I wished to go to be early. I climbed the staircase, and I began to feel more at ease; the day was almost up. I jumped into my bed, but I glanced over to my bookshelf, and I saw my Lord of the Rings book calling to me; it was yet another one of my escape resort like riding.
I flipped to the page I was last on, and began to read. I had only stared rereading it for the fifth time, but every time I read it, but it still enchanted me.
Morning shone through my curtains and onto my face on my sage colored bedspread. The whole room illuminated with the color of light green (it was my favorite color), which welcomed the sun with open arms. I felt a lot happier today, and I hurried to get dressed. Work was the next item on my agenda. I was a costume designer for movies and plays.
I pushed open the curtains, and breathed in the fresh air. It filled my soul with a sense of renewal. I was at peace.
The cool wind blew through my auburn brown hair. It was the fall, and there was a sudden chill in the air. I shuddered, and began to walk inside.
It had been a whole decade today that the accident happened. It was still imbedded in my brain; the slam of the brakes, the prayers, and the screams. I will never forget what happened to me at thirteen. It was the day I died, the day I lost my family. Since my mother and father were gone, I was alone. I went from home to home, but then my Uncle Aidan said he would take me in. Don't get me wrong, he is such a wonderful guy, and I consider him like a father to me now, but when you are thirteen, and alone, you kind of forget everything, and dwell on the negative. As I grew older, I grew accustomed to him. His outrageous sense of humor that made me laugh just by his expressions, his storytelling, his smile, was all second nature to me now.
I opened the door of my log cabin style home in Preston, England, and the smell of burning permeated the room. "Aidan must be cooking up another concoction he calls an invention," I thought to myself. I quickly opened the window, and gazed to the backyard. The thought of exploring the land popped into my head, I grabbed my riding helmet from the rack, and ran towards the barn.
After saddling up my dun colored horse Bellophone, I was off. Ever since I was a child, I was riding horses, and after my parents died, Aidan built this horse farm for me, to keep me busy and happy.
The steady hoof beats upon the ground sent me into a trance. It was always like this. When I was riding on a horse, I was free; nothing could touch or affect me. I was wild, and yet I was safe.
Evening soon turned into dusk, and it was time to leave the world of the land behind me, and head inside civilization.
"Kaelind," I heard Aidan call my name from the distance, "Kaelind Rivers? Time for supper."
"I'm coming uncle," I shouted towards the horizon.
Once inside, I saw that Aidan had piled the table up with all of his tasty cooking. The sight of it was almost unbearable. After saying prayer, I shoved my face with all of the delightful treats that my uncle made. He was a great cook.
"Kaelind sweetheart, I did not see you at tea time, where were you?"
"Oh you know, off riding again."
"Good, I thought that you had run down to the lake again. I thought you were there because it is September 18."
I had almost forgotten the anniversary of the accident. I had been set free, but now, I was back to reality.
"I haven't forgotten. I am just calm."
"I am so glad to hear that. Every year you seem to get better at not crying today."
"So, was that a new invention I smelled this morning?"
My uncle laughed at that statement.
"Yes, yes, another machine to better help others. I just hope that that mean, nasty, conniving, DeLotha does not try to steal my idea again!"
"I am sure he won't."
Supper ended soon, and I wished to go to be early. I climbed the staircase, and I began to feel more at ease; the day was almost up. I jumped into my bed, but I glanced over to my bookshelf, and I saw my Lord of the Rings book calling to me; it was yet another one of my escape resort like riding.
I flipped to the page I was last on, and began to read. I had only stared rereading it for the fifth time, but every time I read it, but it still enchanted me.
Morning shone through my curtains and onto my face on my sage colored bedspread. The whole room illuminated with the color of light green (it was my favorite color), which welcomed the sun with open arms. I felt a lot happier today, and I hurried to get dressed. Work was the next item on my agenda. I was a costume designer for movies and plays.
I pushed open the curtains, and breathed in the fresh air. It filled my soul with a sense of renewal. I was at peace.