Home and Away...with you each day.
Ali loved four things. Ice cream, Chocolate, Legolas and her friends. It was that simple. So, one day, she was dreaming away about sitting on a beach, with Legolas, eating chocolate ice cream with him, her friends nearby, when she fell into her imagination. This happens to people more often than they know. For example, when you are asleep, you fall into your imagination when you dream. And when she woke up, she straight away realised what she had done. She sat up, and said to herself, "This isn't Kansas anymore Toto!" A rustle in the nearby bushes startled her, and a young man emerged. "Arwen en amin, Amin essa naa Eros. Mani naa essa en lle?" Ali could have sworn he was talking Greek. "Hi...I'm Alexandra." Then she remembered where she had heard it before. Her friends Emma and Emma, where also obsessed with LotR and had started to teach themselves Eldalie, a language spoken by the elves. They had tried to teach her some, but given up when she kept asking "Does Legolas speak it?" "Uhhhm...Amin essa Alexandra?" she tried hopefully. The elf smiled and laughed. She tried again, more confidently. "Quel re, Heru en amin."
He spoke quickly, and she only caught the occasional word. It was even harder, considering that the speaker was gorgeous and the language flowed from his lips like a small waterfall. "Arwenamin, Khila amin." She knew that meant 'My lady, follow me.' So she did, as there really wasn't a choice. Walking lightly through the forest with Eros was amazing. The scenery was unlike anything she had ever seen before. Tall trees towered above her, bending benevolently over her, while small bushes gently stroked her ankles. She felt very peaceful, somehow sure she was in no danger. Then they entered a clearing, to find a group of elves standing by some horses. Eros approached them, saying "Vendui! He essa naa Alexandra.." Then wandered off into Eldalie. Soon an elf, older than the others, obviously the leader looked at Ali. "My Lady Alexandra. How come you to be in these woods?" Ali was pleased-finally someone that spoke English! "My Lord, I do not know. Perhaps magic? One minute I was at home, the next minute I was here, and Eros found me. Could you please tell him I say thankyou? I only know a little of your language." He nodded and spoke to Eros who bowed to her, and spoke. The other elf translated. "He says it was a pleasure to rescue a lady as lovely as yourself. I am Arantheir. Will you accompany us to our city?" Ali had finished blushing, and curiosity had the better of her. "Of course, Thankyou! Where is your city? What is it called?" He smiled. "It is known as Mirkwood, in your tongue. It is two days from here." Ali gasped... "Prince Legolas' city?" He nodded. "Well, The kingdom of his father, Thranduil. We are of his guard. Do you know the Prince?"
She sighed. "Unfortunately, no. But I know of him. Best archer in Middle Earth, heir to throne, etc." Arantheir raised an eyebrow, but before he could speak, she interrupted him. "You have to teach me how to do that!" He laughed, she was engaging, friendly and beautiful. She would be a pleasure to have as company. Morale was low, since they had not found the band of Orcs that were terrorising the borders of Mirkwood, and that had been their special task. He found that she trusted easily and implicitly, no questions asked and the elves liked her, while he was thinking, they had crowded around her, eager to learn more about this mischievous maiden. She was obviously half-elven, her ears told them so, and her laugh had a quality that made you want to laugh too, and not let her stop laughing. Her hair was bound up, a fiery red gold colour that glinted in the sunlight. He called to them. (# My friends, let us mount. It is a long way to go yet. #) Ali was helped up behind Eros, who was a little protective of her, as she admitted "Umm, okay, this is new." To them, and Arantheir translated.
As they galloped through the trees, she had to admit she felt safer than she had ever felt in her life, with Eros' arms around her, and the other elves sticking near them. She loved the elves, they were courteous, friendly, merry and always sensitive to each others emotions. Eros talked to her when they slowed down, teaching her some simple Eldalie she might need. He taught her by pointing at things, then saying the word. He smiled at her delight when she already knew the word for tree, and laughed when she made an easy mistake; the word for twig sounded very similar to the word for kiss! They travelled for longer than she had ever gone before, but she hardly even noticed the time pass as she laughed at Arantheir and Eros. Unknowingly, she had brightened a, before tedious, journey, with her laughter and smiles. Arantheir rode beside them for a short way, talking to Eros, obviously his second in command. "So you and Eros are good friends?" She asked, observing the smiles and teasing that went between the two elves. "We are," replied Arantheir "We have known each other for 1400 years." Ali's mind reeled. "That's a long time!"
Ali loved four things. Ice cream, Chocolate, Legolas and her friends. It was that simple. So, one day, she was dreaming away about sitting on a beach, with Legolas, eating chocolate ice cream with him, her friends nearby, when she fell into her imagination. This happens to people more often than they know. For example, when you are asleep, you fall into your imagination when you dream. And when she woke up, she straight away realised what she had done. She sat up, and said to herself, "This isn't Kansas anymore Toto!" A rustle in the nearby bushes startled her, and a young man emerged. "Arwen en amin, Amin essa naa Eros. Mani naa essa en lle?" Ali could have sworn he was talking Greek. "Hi...I'm Alexandra." Then she remembered where she had heard it before. Her friends Emma and Emma, where also obsessed with LotR and had started to teach themselves Eldalie, a language spoken by the elves. They had tried to teach her some, but given up when she kept asking "Does Legolas speak it?" "Uhhhm...Amin essa Alexandra?" she tried hopefully. The elf smiled and laughed. She tried again, more confidently. "Quel re, Heru en amin."
He spoke quickly, and she only caught the occasional word. It was even harder, considering that the speaker was gorgeous and the language flowed from his lips like a small waterfall. "Arwenamin, Khila amin." She knew that meant 'My lady, follow me.' So she did, as there really wasn't a choice. Walking lightly through the forest with Eros was amazing. The scenery was unlike anything she had ever seen before. Tall trees towered above her, bending benevolently over her, while small bushes gently stroked her ankles. She felt very peaceful, somehow sure she was in no danger. Then they entered a clearing, to find a group of elves standing by some horses. Eros approached them, saying "Vendui! He essa naa Alexandra.." Then wandered off into Eldalie. Soon an elf, older than the others, obviously the leader looked at Ali. "My Lady Alexandra. How come you to be in these woods?" Ali was pleased-finally someone that spoke English! "My Lord, I do not know. Perhaps magic? One minute I was at home, the next minute I was here, and Eros found me. Could you please tell him I say thankyou? I only know a little of your language." He nodded and spoke to Eros who bowed to her, and spoke. The other elf translated. "He says it was a pleasure to rescue a lady as lovely as yourself. I am Arantheir. Will you accompany us to our city?" Ali had finished blushing, and curiosity had the better of her. "Of course, Thankyou! Where is your city? What is it called?" He smiled. "It is known as Mirkwood, in your tongue. It is two days from here." Ali gasped... "Prince Legolas' city?" He nodded. "Well, The kingdom of his father, Thranduil. We are of his guard. Do you know the Prince?"
She sighed. "Unfortunately, no. But I know of him. Best archer in Middle Earth, heir to throne, etc." Arantheir raised an eyebrow, but before he could speak, she interrupted him. "You have to teach me how to do that!" He laughed, she was engaging, friendly and beautiful. She would be a pleasure to have as company. Morale was low, since they had not found the band of Orcs that were terrorising the borders of Mirkwood, and that had been their special task. He found that she trusted easily and implicitly, no questions asked and the elves liked her, while he was thinking, they had crowded around her, eager to learn more about this mischievous maiden. She was obviously half-elven, her ears told them so, and her laugh had a quality that made you want to laugh too, and not let her stop laughing. Her hair was bound up, a fiery red gold colour that glinted in the sunlight. He called to them. (# My friends, let us mount. It is a long way to go yet. #) Ali was helped up behind Eros, who was a little protective of her, as she admitted "Umm, okay, this is new." To them, and Arantheir translated.
As they galloped through the trees, she had to admit she felt safer than she had ever felt in her life, with Eros' arms around her, and the other elves sticking near them. She loved the elves, they were courteous, friendly, merry and always sensitive to each others emotions. Eros talked to her when they slowed down, teaching her some simple Eldalie she might need. He taught her by pointing at things, then saying the word. He smiled at her delight when she already knew the word for tree, and laughed when she made an easy mistake; the word for twig sounded very similar to the word for kiss! They travelled for longer than she had ever gone before, but she hardly even noticed the time pass as she laughed at Arantheir and Eros. Unknowingly, she had brightened a, before tedious, journey, with her laughter and smiles. Arantheir rode beside them for a short way, talking to Eros, obviously his second in command. "So you and Eros are good friends?" She asked, observing the smiles and teasing that went between the two elves. "We are," replied Arantheir "We have known each other for 1400 years." Ali's mind reeled. "That's a long time!"
