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Disclaimer: We're not related to The Lord of the Rings in anyway, but we wish we had Legolas!! The girls however are my friend's creation.
"I hope we aren't making a mistake," 17-year-old Lorraine said for the 15th time.
"Shut up, will you? If you want to make something happen by saying that then we'll put a spell on you that'll shut you up forever," snapped Angel. Actually that was her nickname. Her real name was Grace or Gracy and she had even written a book on all the smart aleckey, sarcastic lines to shut people up that had ever come out of her mouth.
"What about the Green Rules of Conduct? That can stop you! Hah!" Lorraine cried triumphantly.
"Rules are meant to be broken! Now put you're shoulder to the wheel and push! Break the darn rules!" Ally yelled out. Ally had written a book on quotes she'd make up such as, 'There are other fish in the sea, but be careful, they're barracudas.'
"Ready!" said Sierra. The whole time she sat there quietly setting things up. This was a little unusual because Gracy was the quieter one who spaced out but Sierra must've been thinking about where they were going. They were going to the otherworld.
"Gracy!" Lorraine sighed. She had spaced out and was thinking about what it would be like when they got there. Gracy turned back to the circle. Her eyes swept across the circle that Sierra had cast. She gazed at the candles, the incense, the flowers, the crystal ball, and at her friends' expectant faces. Finally, their dream to go to the otherworld was really coming true. Gracy took a deep breath inhaling the scented smoke. She gazed deep into the center of the crystal and began to chant.
Gracy gazed deep into a whole other Place and she listened to her friends chant. The four of them felt themselves swept up amongst an eternal wave of inner peace. Gracy shut her eyes, so she missed that everything around her had changed. Well, for now anyway.
Gracy opened her eyes to the sound of a gasp from her three friends. She stretched, fixed her ritual robe and stood up.
"I guess we made it!" Ally exclaimed, looking around.
"Hmmm, something around here isn't right," Gracy said, also looking around.
"I know what you mean, I don't think we did the spell right," Lorraine thought, looking around.
"You may be right. I thought Shamballa
a was brighter and busier. This place is neither of those things and in fact I think it's a little creepy," Gracy said turning to Lorraine.
"Oh come on guys, we know absolutely nothing about this place!" Ally exclaimed, to break the silence. Truthfully, the eeriness of this place made her shudder, but Gracy was usually the bravest so she kept those thoughts to herself.
"Ally's right," Sierra broke in, "I mean, how can we tell that there's someone or something out here that'll kill us?!" Suddenly, out of nowhere bows notched with arrows were pointing at them.
"That's one way," Gracy replied turning to Sierra. Gracy and her friends were frozen stiff with terror and shock.
"Who are you?" a soft but firm voice demanded. Outside of the circle was where the voice came from. The circle parted and in stepped an incredibly beautiful and handsome elf.
"We are in Shamballa!" Ally whispered with wonder.
"Where?" said the elf, turning to Ally.
"Shamballa," she repeated also turning so that their eyes met, "That is where we are, is it not?"
"No, you have trespassed into the lands of Mirkwood," the elf replied.
"What part of the spell did we do wrong?" Sierra asked, tearing her eyes from the elf and turning to Gracy.
"Beats me," Gracy said with a shrug, not taking her eyes off an arrow that was just inches from her neck.
"Perhaps we should take them to your father, your Highness," said an elf that was pointing a notched arrow at Lorraine.
"An excellent idea," said the, now it appeared royal, elf. "Come," he said, "my father will want to question you no doubt."
"Thanks for not shooting, Prince Legolas," Lorraine blurted. The other three gasped and turned to Lorraine.
"If there were no one to stop me I would kill you, Lorraine," Gracy hissed through clenched teeth.
"How did you know my name?" Legolas asking staring at Lorraine with a mixture of shock and suspicion.
"Er…I'll explain when we meet King Thranduil," she replied. Legolas, seeming to accept the explanation, continued to walk. Every so often, he glanced back to see if the guards behind the four lovely captives were not harming them but still watching them. Gracy gazed in wonder at the beauty of Mirkwood. She had never imagined that such a beautiful place would ever be or could ever be. But still, in the very pit of her stomach, she was afraid. In the prelude to LOTR, The Hobbit, she had read about how Thranduil had locked up the dwarf companions of Bilbo Baggins until they spoke their true reasons of traveling through Mirkwood and why they had interrupted the feast of his people. For that was where they were, the elvish haven of Mirkwood in Middle Earth.
"Well, that went unusually well. I do hope his Highness isn't plotting something against us," Lorraine said about three hours later (Earth time). Legolas and his guards had brought them to his father and Gracy was in awe of his lordly yet kind manner. He awas the exact opposite of the greedy, cruel, tyrant that Tolkien had written his to be. After the would be interrogation, there were led to chambers where they could stay a few days while arrangements were made for them to travel to Riverdell.
That night, Gracy went out for a short walk through the city. She needed to think peacefully. She still was in shock about ending up in a place she never though, in all the eighteen years she'd been alive, even existed. She continued her walk until she came upon an entrance path to the woods near a stable. Gracy peered ahead. She could hear the sound of water and decided to keep walking towards it. It would be the perfect spot to find inner peace and so she could think. She walked and walked until she came to a breathtaking sight. A small waterfall that looked smooth and white and that fell into a clear pool with a few small boulders rising above the surface of the pool. All around it was covered in soft moss and green fluffy grass. Right in front of the fall, there were some small stepping stones leading to a large flat rock in the middle of the pool, which was perfect to sit on for mediation. Gracy ran lightly along the stepping stones and sprang gracefully onto the stone. She arranged herself into a lotus position. She took out the stickpin that held the neat bun at the nape of her neck. Shiny, thick, black hair tumbled down her back like a silken waterfall. Gracy inhaled deeply and shut her eyes. She listened to the sounds of the water and the wind in the trees.
Disclaimer: We're not related to The Lord of the Rings in anyway, but we wish we had Legolas!! The girls however are my friend's creation.
"I hope we aren't making a mistake," 17-year-old Lorraine said for the 15th time.
"Shut up, will you? If you want to make something happen by saying that then we'll put a spell on you that'll shut you up forever," snapped Angel. Actually that was her nickname. Her real name was Grace or Gracy and she had even written a book on all the smart aleckey, sarcastic lines to shut people up that had ever come out of her mouth.
"What about the Green Rules of Conduct? That can stop you! Hah!" Lorraine cried triumphantly.
"Rules are meant to be broken! Now put you're shoulder to the wheel and push! Break the darn rules!" Ally yelled out. Ally had written a book on quotes she'd make up such as, 'There are other fish in the sea, but be careful, they're barracudas.'
"Ready!" said Sierra. The whole time she sat there quietly setting things up. This was a little unusual because Gracy was the quieter one who spaced out but Sierra must've been thinking about where they were going. They were going to the otherworld.
"Gracy!" Lorraine sighed. She had spaced out and was thinking about what it would be like when they got there. Gracy turned back to the circle. Her eyes swept across the circle that Sierra had cast. She gazed at the candles, the incense, the flowers, the crystal ball, and at her friends' expectant faces. Finally, their dream to go to the otherworld was really coming true. Gracy took a deep breath inhaling the scented smoke. She gazed deep into the center of the crystal and began to chant.
Gracy gazed deep into a whole other Place and she listened to her friends chant. The four of them felt themselves swept up amongst an eternal wave of inner peace. Gracy shut her eyes, so she missed that everything around her had changed. Well, for now anyway.
Gracy opened her eyes to the sound of a gasp from her three friends. She stretched, fixed her ritual robe and stood up.
"I guess we made it!" Ally exclaimed, looking around.
"Hmmm, something around here isn't right," Gracy said, also looking around.
"I know what you mean, I don't think we did the spell right," Lorraine thought, looking around.
"You may be right. I thought Shamballa
a was brighter and busier. This place is neither of those things and in fact I think it's a little creepy," Gracy said turning to Lorraine.
"Oh come on guys, we know absolutely nothing about this place!" Ally exclaimed, to break the silence. Truthfully, the eeriness of this place made her shudder, but Gracy was usually the bravest so she kept those thoughts to herself.
"Ally's right," Sierra broke in, "I mean, how can we tell that there's someone or something out here that'll kill us?!" Suddenly, out of nowhere bows notched with arrows were pointing at them.
"That's one way," Gracy replied turning to Sierra. Gracy and her friends were frozen stiff with terror and shock.
"Who are you?" a soft but firm voice demanded. Outside of the circle was where the voice came from. The circle parted and in stepped an incredibly beautiful and handsome elf.
"We are in Shamballa!" Ally whispered with wonder.
"Where?" said the elf, turning to Ally.
"Shamballa," she repeated also turning so that their eyes met, "That is where we are, is it not?"
"No, you have trespassed into the lands of Mirkwood," the elf replied.
"What part of the spell did we do wrong?" Sierra asked, tearing her eyes from the elf and turning to Gracy.
"Beats me," Gracy said with a shrug, not taking her eyes off an arrow that was just inches from her neck.
"Perhaps we should take them to your father, your Highness," said an elf that was pointing a notched arrow at Lorraine.
"An excellent idea," said the, now it appeared royal, elf. "Come," he said, "my father will want to question you no doubt."
"Thanks for not shooting, Prince Legolas," Lorraine blurted. The other three gasped and turned to Lorraine.
"If there were no one to stop me I would kill you, Lorraine," Gracy hissed through clenched teeth.
"How did you know my name?" Legolas asking staring at Lorraine with a mixture of shock and suspicion.
"Er…I'll explain when we meet King Thranduil," she replied. Legolas, seeming to accept the explanation, continued to walk. Every so often, he glanced back to see if the guards behind the four lovely captives were not harming them but still watching them. Gracy gazed in wonder at the beauty of Mirkwood. She had never imagined that such a beautiful place would ever be or could ever be. But still, in the very pit of her stomach, she was afraid. In the prelude to LOTR, The Hobbit, she had read about how Thranduil had locked up the dwarf companions of Bilbo Baggins until they spoke their true reasons of traveling through Mirkwood and why they had interrupted the feast of his people. For that was where they were, the elvish haven of Mirkwood in Middle Earth.
"Well, that went unusually well. I do hope his Highness isn't plotting something against us," Lorraine said about three hours later (Earth time). Legolas and his guards had brought them to his father and Gracy was in awe of his lordly yet kind manner. He awas the exact opposite of the greedy, cruel, tyrant that Tolkien had written his to be. After the would be interrogation, there were led to chambers where they could stay a few days while arrangements were made for them to travel to Riverdell.
That night, Gracy went out for a short walk through the city. She needed to think peacefully. She still was in shock about ending up in a place she never though, in all the eighteen years she'd been alive, even existed. She continued her walk until she came upon an entrance path to the woods near a stable. Gracy peered ahead. She could hear the sound of water and decided to keep walking towards it. It would be the perfect spot to find inner peace and so she could think. She walked and walked until she came to a breathtaking sight. A small waterfall that looked smooth and white and that fell into a clear pool with a few small boulders rising above the surface of the pool. All around it was covered in soft moss and green fluffy grass. Right in front of the fall, there were some small stepping stones leading to a large flat rock in the middle of the pool, which was perfect to sit on for mediation. Gracy ran lightly along the stepping stones and sprang gracefully onto the stone. She arranged herself into a lotus position. She took out the stickpin that held the neat bun at the nape of her neck. Shiny, thick, black hair tumbled down her back like a silken waterfall. Gracy inhaled deeply and shut her eyes. She listened to the sounds of the water and the wind in the trees.