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I am re-editing this chapter. I get complaints that there weren't any gaps in between people speaking! So here it is! Thank you reviewers for pointing that out!
Enjoy!
Chapter one; Troubles
The sound of crickets chirping in the dead of the night could be heard in the surrounding air of Mirkwood. The tall, beautiful trees were swaying slightly in the night's breeze. There was a clearing right in the centre of the forest with the surface of the ground covered with yellow starflowers that would only be seen bloom in the moonlight and starlight.
They say there together. The girl lay back and leaned into his chest, looking up at the midnight sky. She had long, light brown hair and brown eyes. Her skin was tanned and her cheeks were rosy like her full lips. He turned her to look at him, and she seemed to be lost in his blue eyes. He had blonde hair down to the middle of his chest and tied back into the traditional elfish way, half up and half down, with warrior braids along the sides. He looked deeply into his beloved's eyes and leaned forward to give her a passionate kiss. Their lips moved closer together, till she could feel his warm breath on her face. She couldn't help but thinking she was in complete bliss.
"Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!", the buzzing kept on going. She tried to roll over, but something was lying on her chest, and it was too heavy for her to move at seven o'clock in the morning. 'Why?' she thought to herself 'that was such a good dream!!'
"Move, you stupid mutt!" she said hoarsely to her dog, Ralph. Ralph moved and lay down on the floor obediently. Sara reached for the button to stop the ever increasingly annoying sound of her alarm clock. Just as she switched it off, she heard the yelling of her mother's voice.
"Sara, are you up?"
"No!" she replied sleepily "leave me alone!"
She swung her legs out of bed and made for her wardrobe to get changed into her school uniform. It was her first day back to school and she was in her third year of secondary school. She laid her clothes neatly on the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom to wash her face and clean her teeth. She started on her hair and tied it back. She had long light brown hair; with a piece she left down and put it to the side behind her ear.
She didn't really bother with make up, she only used mascara and she didn't wear foundation because she thought that her complexion wasn't really that bad. She sighed, thinking about the day of school that she was about to face. It wasn't that she didn't have any friends, she was quite popular, but for some reason the prospect of going to a noisy, crowed school wasn't very appealing to Sara.
She ran down the stairs and burst into the back room where they had an open kitchen.
"What do you want for breakfast, love?" asked her granddad.
"Oh, erm.toast please" she replied. She loved her granddad. He let her get away with murder. If her and her mum were ever arguing he would always stay on her side of the battle. She smiled at the thought and played with her diamond cross her best friend out of school gave to her for Christmas.
Her granddad gave her a plate with two slices of toast on it.
"Ta, granddad!" she said cheerfully.
"You're happy, unusual for this time of the day," he stated simply.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sara asked, with a pretend look of hurt on her face.
"Nothing,"
She sat down on the chair, nibbling on her toast. She could never really eat in the morning; she wasn't usually hungry until the afternoon. She wouldn't eat at this time if it weren't for her mum. She could hear her voice echoing in her head; 'Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!'
Sara carried on chewing her toast. She just about started the second piece when her mum came in, with the usual morning rush.
"Dad, where did you put my shoes this time?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"In the wardrobe, Jan, where they usually are," Sara's granddad replied.
Her mum walked out of the room and was nearly knocked over by the charging Ralph. He bounded to he back door and pawed it to be let out, so Sara's granddad opened the door for the dog.
'That mutt adores him,' thought Sara as she turned around to look at the time on the clock.
"Oops! Granddad, I've got to go, I'm full up. Can I leave the last piece of toast? Thanks!" she said before she got her reply. Sara walked to door and was just about to open it when she remembered that she had forgot her bag. She backed up, picked it up and put it on her back.
"Bye mum!" she yelled up the stairs and stepped outside to start her walk to school, but she would have to get a move on if she didn't want to get out of a late detention.
*
"Thank God that's over!" Sara said to herself as she walked through the door, looking at the detention slip she had just retrieved from her pocket. She was late for school that morning, and her school don't tolerate bad punctuation. Sara was checking the times of the detention. She groaned. One hour! She'd give anything to get out of that one.
"Hello love, had a nice day?" asked her granddad. His gaze changed to the yellow piece of paper. "Late again." This wasn't a question; it was more like a statement. "You're mother won't be too pleased. You know what she feels about you and being late."
"That's why I thought you might sign the slip for me. She wouldn't have to know, I could just say that I was doing something after school. please?" she said, batting her eyelashes.
"Oh, all right then, I suppose so, but this didn't happen- OK?"
"Thank you so much, you're a life saver!"
She routed through her inside pocket in her black blazer she had to wear for school, and found her pen, handing it to her granddad. He took it with his arthritis-swollen hands and signed it, giving Sara's pen back to her.
"Um, granddad, I'm going for a walk in the park in a minute, is that OK?"
"Yes, but be back at six, that's when tea is. Have you got any homework?" he asked, looking up at his granddaughter, who had already reached the top of the stairs. It had only seemed like yesterday that she was a little toddler, saying her first words. Now, she was a five foot four thirteen year old.
"No," she replied. He knew she did, but there was no point in trying to convince her to do it. She was her own person, and didn't like being told what to do. He turned and walked back into the front room.
Sara walked into her room and plopped her bag on the floor of her cream decorated bedroom. She got changed into her favourite light blue patterned jeans and a black top with a long black crochet cardigan. Sara stepped in front of the mirror and studied herself.
Bits of her hair were falling out of the once tight ponytail. She sighed and reached for her brush. Sara had bright rosy cheeks, that she sometimes hated because she thought it made her look like she had just done a really long run and was flushed. But most of the time, they seemed to have a nice glow to them. The only thing that she really liked about herself was her eyes; they were exactly the same colour as her hair, which matched her tanned Spanish skin. When you first saw her, there was definitely something unusual and foreign about her. It wasn't until she told you that she was half Spanish that you knew why.
Sara pulled her door open and walked towards the door, opened it, yelled a good bye to her granddad and stepped outside.
The park was just a short walk away. It wasn't a park, more like a small forest with benches and pathways. She liked it there, that's where she went to clear her head. Sara went through the entrance gates and strolled on a path.
Something was wrong. She could sense it. Normally she would hear the song of the birds or the sound of the leaves swaying in the wind. Nothing.
'Whoa, this is weird' she thought, studying her surroundings. She didn't know where she was. Sara studied the pathway in front of her. She spun around; looking for the gate she had just walked through, hoping that there was a way out of this strange place she stumbled upon. She panicked when she found that the gate that was once behind her, but found nothing apart from more trees.
Sara would normally take the time to listen to her surroundings. She had always had an interest for trees, though she didn't know why. She seemed to sense their 'spirit', and they almost talked to her. If she concentrated for long enough, she could hear their song, though she couldn't understand what language they were singing in. she had memorised one of the songs by heart, but could only sing it when she could hear the trees singing it with her.
'Yeah, I know how corny that sounds,' she once thought to herself when she was wondering why she had such an interest in stupid trees. 'Couldn't I have a better interest, like, pets or something?'
Sara listened to the song of the trees. They were singing all right; but it was a sad song, one that seemed to tell their troubles of something.
"Where ever I am, there is much danger and sorrow. Why do the trees sing like that over here?"
*
Legolas heard a girl speak, and by the looks of it, so did Daeron.
"Must be an elf, because of what she said, did you hear what she spoke of?" asked Daeron.
Legolas nodded. "Only the elves have knowledge of the tree's songs. I doubt that she could be human, but it seems that my heart is telling me otherwise. She spoke with a harsh human voice. But who else could hear the songs?"
"There is only one way to find out, my friend,"
They looked at each other and nodded. They both loaded up their arrows and walked noiselessly towards where they heard the sound, but they found something that they did not expect.
Um, about the talking trees, it gets better, I swear, and there is humour in it later on. Lol. R+R..please!!!!! btw, this ISN'T a Legomance! lol
I am re-editing this chapter. I get complaints that there weren't any gaps in between people speaking! So here it is! Thank you reviewers for pointing that out!
Enjoy!
Chapter one; Troubles
The sound of crickets chirping in the dead of the night could be heard in the surrounding air of Mirkwood. The tall, beautiful trees were swaying slightly in the night's breeze. There was a clearing right in the centre of the forest with the surface of the ground covered with yellow starflowers that would only be seen bloom in the moonlight and starlight.
They say there together. The girl lay back and leaned into his chest, looking up at the midnight sky. She had long, light brown hair and brown eyes. Her skin was tanned and her cheeks were rosy like her full lips. He turned her to look at him, and she seemed to be lost in his blue eyes. He had blonde hair down to the middle of his chest and tied back into the traditional elfish way, half up and half down, with warrior braids along the sides. He looked deeply into his beloved's eyes and leaned forward to give her a passionate kiss. Their lips moved closer together, till she could feel his warm breath on her face. She couldn't help but thinking she was in complete bliss.
"Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!", the buzzing kept on going. She tried to roll over, but something was lying on her chest, and it was too heavy for her to move at seven o'clock in the morning. 'Why?' she thought to herself 'that was such a good dream!!'
"Move, you stupid mutt!" she said hoarsely to her dog, Ralph. Ralph moved and lay down on the floor obediently. Sara reached for the button to stop the ever increasingly annoying sound of her alarm clock. Just as she switched it off, she heard the yelling of her mother's voice.
"Sara, are you up?"
"No!" she replied sleepily "leave me alone!"
She swung her legs out of bed and made for her wardrobe to get changed into her school uniform. It was her first day back to school and she was in her third year of secondary school. She laid her clothes neatly on the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom to wash her face and clean her teeth. She started on her hair and tied it back. She had long light brown hair; with a piece she left down and put it to the side behind her ear.
She didn't really bother with make up, she only used mascara and she didn't wear foundation because she thought that her complexion wasn't really that bad. She sighed, thinking about the day of school that she was about to face. It wasn't that she didn't have any friends, she was quite popular, but for some reason the prospect of going to a noisy, crowed school wasn't very appealing to Sara.
She ran down the stairs and burst into the back room where they had an open kitchen.
"What do you want for breakfast, love?" asked her granddad.
"Oh, erm.toast please" she replied. She loved her granddad. He let her get away with murder. If her and her mum were ever arguing he would always stay on her side of the battle. She smiled at the thought and played with her diamond cross her best friend out of school gave to her for Christmas.
Her granddad gave her a plate with two slices of toast on it.
"Ta, granddad!" she said cheerfully.
"You're happy, unusual for this time of the day," he stated simply.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sara asked, with a pretend look of hurt on her face.
"Nothing,"
She sat down on the chair, nibbling on her toast. She could never really eat in the morning; she wasn't usually hungry until the afternoon. She wouldn't eat at this time if it weren't for her mum. She could hear her voice echoing in her head; 'Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!'
Sara carried on chewing her toast. She just about started the second piece when her mum came in, with the usual morning rush.
"Dad, where did you put my shoes this time?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"In the wardrobe, Jan, where they usually are," Sara's granddad replied.
Her mum walked out of the room and was nearly knocked over by the charging Ralph. He bounded to he back door and pawed it to be let out, so Sara's granddad opened the door for the dog.
'That mutt adores him,' thought Sara as she turned around to look at the time on the clock.
"Oops! Granddad, I've got to go, I'm full up. Can I leave the last piece of toast? Thanks!" she said before she got her reply. Sara walked to door and was just about to open it when she remembered that she had forgot her bag. She backed up, picked it up and put it on her back.
"Bye mum!" she yelled up the stairs and stepped outside to start her walk to school, but she would have to get a move on if she didn't want to get out of a late detention.
*
"Thank God that's over!" Sara said to herself as she walked through the door, looking at the detention slip she had just retrieved from her pocket. She was late for school that morning, and her school don't tolerate bad punctuation. Sara was checking the times of the detention. She groaned. One hour! She'd give anything to get out of that one.
"Hello love, had a nice day?" asked her granddad. His gaze changed to the yellow piece of paper. "Late again." This wasn't a question; it was more like a statement. "You're mother won't be too pleased. You know what she feels about you and being late."
"That's why I thought you might sign the slip for me. She wouldn't have to know, I could just say that I was doing something after school. please?" she said, batting her eyelashes.
"Oh, all right then, I suppose so, but this didn't happen- OK?"
"Thank you so much, you're a life saver!"
She routed through her inside pocket in her black blazer she had to wear for school, and found her pen, handing it to her granddad. He took it with his arthritis-swollen hands and signed it, giving Sara's pen back to her.
"Um, granddad, I'm going for a walk in the park in a minute, is that OK?"
"Yes, but be back at six, that's when tea is. Have you got any homework?" he asked, looking up at his granddaughter, who had already reached the top of the stairs. It had only seemed like yesterday that she was a little toddler, saying her first words. Now, she was a five foot four thirteen year old.
"No," she replied. He knew she did, but there was no point in trying to convince her to do it. She was her own person, and didn't like being told what to do. He turned and walked back into the front room.
Sara walked into her room and plopped her bag on the floor of her cream decorated bedroom. She got changed into her favourite light blue patterned jeans and a black top with a long black crochet cardigan. Sara stepped in front of the mirror and studied herself.
Bits of her hair were falling out of the once tight ponytail. She sighed and reached for her brush. Sara had bright rosy cheeks, that she sometimes hated because she thought it made her look like she had just done a really long run and was flushed. But most of the time, they seemed to have a nice glow to them. The only thing that she really liked about herself was her eyes; they were exactly the same colour as her hair, which matched her tanned Spanish skin. When you first saw her, there was definitely something unusual and foreign about her. It wasn't until she told you that she was half Spanish that you knew why.
Sara pulled her door open and walked towards the door, opened it, yelled a good bye to her granddad and stepped outside.
The park was just a short walk away. It wasn't a park, more like a small forest with benches and pathways. She liked it there, that's where she went to clear her head. Sara went through the entrance gates and strolled on a path.
Something was wrong. She could sense it. Normally she would hear the song of the birds or the sound of the leaves swaying in the wind. Nothing.
'Whoa, this is weird' she thought, studying her surroundings. She didn't know where she was. Sara studied the pathway in front of her. She spun around; looking for the gate she had just walked through, hoping that there was a way out of this strange place she stumbled upon. She panicked when she found that the gate that was once behind her, but found nothing apart from more trees.
Sara would normally take the time to listen to her surroundings. She had always had an interest for trees, though she didn't know why. She seemed to sense their 'spirit', and they almost talked to her. If she concentrated for long enough, she could hear their song, though she couldn't understand what language they were singing in. she had memorised one of the songs by heart, but could only sing it when she could hear the trees singing it with her.
'Yeah, I know how corny that sounds,' she once thought to herself when she was wondering why she had such an interest in stupid trees. 'Couldn't I have a better interest, like, pets or something?'
Sara listened to the song of the trees. They were singing all right; but it was a sad song, one that seemed to tell their troubles of something.
"Where ever I am, there is much danger and sorrow. Why do the trees sing like that over here?"
*
Legolas heard a girl speak, and by the looks of it, so did Daeron.
"Must be an elf, because of what she said, did you hear what she spoke of?" asked Daeron.
Legolas nodded. "Only the elves have knowledge of the tree's songs. I doubt that she could be human, but it seems that my heart is telling me otherwise. She spoke with a harsh human voice. But who else could hear the songs?"
"There is only one way to find out, my friend,"
They looked at each other and nodded. They both loaded up their arrows and walked noiselessly towards where they heard the sound, but they found something that they did not expect.
Um, about the talking trees, it gets better, I swear, and there is humour in it later on. Lol. R+R..please!!!!! btw, this ISN'T a Legomance! lol
