My life is not normal, even by non-normal standards. My name is Olivia Hood. This is my story.
It was a cold, crisp fall morning when it all began. It was my week for safety patrol at school. I had on my usual plastic smile and said my usual hi. Every thing seems perfectly normal just trust me though it got a lot weirder. I stood at my assigned spot and just stared into space. A long while later some one tapped me on the shoulder. "Excuse me, do you have the time?" he asked. "7:43 am" I replied, looking at the man in astonishment. He was at least six and 1/2 feet tall with shoulder length blonde hair with blue eyes, heart throb in the words of Autumn. "Thank you." And with that he walked away. This same thing happened every day at the same place same time all week. When Friday came I was getting annoyed. That time when he turned to walk away I grabbed his arm. "Let go." he said calmly. "Only if you tell me your name." I said trying to keep my voice steady. "Tattãme now let me go." When I let go I caught his stare. It was like he was trying to read my mind.
Since it was Friday I stayed up late reading Return of the King. I was on the last page when I heard it. It was about three o'clock in the morning and I had only three pages left to read in the book, then I would have read The Lord of the Rings trilogy three times. My favorite character had to be Legolas. He is Thranduil's son and the prince of the Elven realm of Mirkwood though he is not a brat. By the end of the account of his part in the history of Middle earth he is the lord of Ithilien. But I am getting off the story, please allow me to continue. I was so tired I could barely lift my head. It was then that I heard it. First the snap of the floor board then the creeeeeeeeek of the stairs, then silence, long silence. I grabbed the metal flashlight, held it with clammy hands and waited.
I must have fallen asleep. I woke up with the sound of "Sponge Bob Square-Pants" blaring in the next room. "Little rejected alien! Turn that down!" I yelled. When my little rejected alien brother who I knew I was not related to turned it down I got dressed and went outside. I climbed my tree and sat on my branch. I did not know that it was the last time I would ever sit on that branch again. I must have sat there an hour at least, singing the same song over and over.
Crack, snap! A twig snapped behind me and I turned around to fast. I slipped of the branch and hit my head. Everything went black. "I am dead." I thought.
I remember the sensation of being carried, but not like someone was running. What ever it was that was carrying me when it stepped I could not feel it. It was more like floating.
When I awoke I tried to sit up but found that when I did there was a terrible pain in my head. "No! Do not sit yet! Lie down you need rest!" She ran over to me and put one hand behind my head and the other on my right shoulder. "You lost a lot of blood when you fell, you need rest." She said. My head ache was gone so I looked left and right and found two of my best friends Amanda and Misty. "Who are you and what are we doing here?" I asked. "Only the first one can I answer. My name is Salebeth. As to your whereabouts you are in Rivendale." I do not remember how many questions I asked her. From a later account I heard I talked myself to sleep.
When Amanda, Misty and I were well we were asked to see Master Elrohir who at that time was the ruler of Rivendale. As we sat in that room waiting for him we all thought the same thing, what are we doing here? "Good day." Elrohir said as he stepped in the room. We had been sitting alone so long we all jumped. "I am sorry if I frightened you. I have a question for you. Which of you is eldest?" I looked at my friends and they nodded. "I am-I am the oldest" I said. A tall man walked into the room and whispered something into Elrohir's ear. When Elrohir had first walked in he had a serious air about him, but when the man said that there was some other emotion I could not read "The three of you have been summoned. Be ready to leave at dawn."
When we got back to our room and found packs on our beds and a knife beside them with a cloak. We packed up the other few things we had and went to sleep.
We woke up to the twang of bowstrings and the clash of swords. Rivendale was being attacked! We grabbed our packs and ran. We were lucky though. The center of the fight seemed to be on the other side of Rivendale.
We reached the forest at top speed and ran maybe 50 yards before we were ambushed by orcs. While still in a slight state of shock we noticed they were all dead, they had been shot. "You should be careful." said a voice from above. The figure jumped from the tree to the ground. "My name is Golradir. I am here to take you to Mirkwood." He paused and looked around, "We must make haste." And with that our journey began.
We went over mountains and through valleys but the worst were the marshes. 'Festering, stinking marsh-lands.' Gimili said before the Company broke. But, we had to go through them.
On the second night we camped, we sat down to talk to Golradir, with whom we were becoming fast friends. "You need to learn how to fight. I will teach you what I can, for the forest of Mirkwood is but one day away." Misty excelled, at doing everything the wrong way but in the end she got it and right Amanda and I did fine.
It was on our third day of walking. "Beyond this hill is Mirkwood." said Golradir. We walked to the top of the hill and stopped dead in our tracks. "The most wondrous sight in Middle Earth…" We had to agree. Forest, never ending forest in every direction. That was one of those moments that you wish could last forever. There I was, looking at the forest of Mirkwood with my two best friends and of all things an Elf. Of course the moment had to end. "We will rest here tonight and meet Thranduil tomorrow." If this were a movie it would be one of those moments where it has a pause. Legolas king of Ithilien, prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil.
It was a cold, crisp fall morning when it all began. It was my week for safety patrol at school. I had on my usual plastic smile and said my usual hi. Every thing seems perfectly normal just trust me though it got a lot weirder. I stood at my assigned spot and just stared into space. A long while later some one tapped me on the shoulder. "Excuse me, do you have the time?" he asked. "7:43 am" I replied, looking at the man in astonishment. He was at least six and 1/2 feet tall with shoulder length blonde hair with blue eyes, heart throb in the words of Autumn. "Thank you." And with that he walked away. This same thing happened every day at the same place same time all week. When Friday came I was getting annoyed. That time when he turned to walk away I grabbed his arm. "Let go." he said calmly. "Only if you tell me your name." I said trying to keep my voice steady. "Tattãme now let me go." When I let go I caught his stare. It was like he was trying to read my mind.
Since it was Friday I stayed up late reading Return of the King. I was on the last page when I heard it. It was about three o'clock in the morning and I had only three pages left to read in the book, then I would have read The Lord of the Rings trilogy three times. My favorite character had to be Legolas. He is Thranduil's son and the prince of the Elven realm of Mirkwood though he is not a brat. By the end of the account of his part in the history of Middle earth he is the lord of Ithilien. But I am getting off the story, please allow me to continue. I was so tired I could barely lift my head. It was then that I heard it. First the snap of the floor board then the creeeeeeeeek of the stairs, then silence, long silence. I grabbed the metal flashlight, held it with clammy hands and waited.
I must have fallen asleep. I woke up with the sound of "Sponge Bob Square-Pants" blaring in the next room. "Little rejected alien! Turn that down!" I yelled. When my little rejected alien brother who I knew I was not related to turned it down I got dressed and went outside. I climbed my tree and sat on my branch. I did not know that it was the last time I would ever sit on that branch again. I must have sat there an hour at least, singing the same song over and over.
Crack, snap! A twig snapped behind me and I turned around to fast. I slipped of the branch and hit my head. Everything went black. "I am dead." I thought.
I remember the sensation of being carried, but not like someone was running. What ever it was that was carrying me when it stepped I could not feel it. It was more like floating.
When I awoke I tried to sit up but found that when I did there was a terrible pain in my head. "No! Do not sit yet! Lie down you need rest!" She ran over to me and put one hand behind my head and the other on my right shoulder. "You lost a lot of blood when you fell, you need rest." She said. My head ache was gone so I looked left and right and found two of my best friends Amanda and Misty. "Who are you and what are we doing here?" I asked. "Only the first one can I answer. My name is Salebeth. As to your whereabouts you are in Rivendale." I do not remember how many questions I asked her. From a later account I heard I talked myself to sleep.
When Amanda, Misty and I were well we were asked to see Master Elrohir who at that time was the ruler of Rivendale. As we sat in that room waiting for him we all thought the same thing, what are we doing here? "Good day." Elrohir said as he stepped in the room. We had been sitting alone so long we all jumped. "I am sorry if I frightened you. I have a question for you. Which of you is eldest?" I looked at my friends and they nodded. "I am-I am the oldest" I said. A tall man walked into the room and whispered something into Elrohir's ear. When Elrohir had first walked in he had a serious air about him, but when the man said that there was some other emotion I could not read "The three of you have been summoned. Be ready to leave at dawn."
When we got back to our room and found packs on our beds and a knife beside them with a cloak. We packed up the other few things we had and went to sleep.
We woke up to the twang of bowstrings and the clash of swords. Rivendale was being attacked! We grabbed our packs and ran. We were lucky though. The center of the fight seemed to be on the other side of Rivendale.
We reached the forest at top speed and ran maybe 50 yards before we were ambushed by orcs. While still in a slight state of shock we noticed they were all dead, they had been shot. "You should be careful." said a voice from above. The figure jumped from the tree to the ground. "My name is Golradir. I am here to take you to Mirkwood." He paused and looked around, "We must make haste." And with that our journey began.
We went over mountains and through valleys but the worst were the marshes. 'Festering, stinking marsh-lands.' Gimili said before the Company broke. But, we had to go through them.
On the second night we camped, we sat down to talk to Golradir, with whom we were becoming fast friends. "You need to learn how to fight. I will teach you what I can, for the forest of Mirkwood is but one day away." Misty excelled, at doing everything the wrong way but in the end she got it and right Amanda and I did fine.
It was on our third day of walking. "Beyond this hill is Mirkwood." said Golradir. We walked to the top of the hill and stopped dead in our tracks. "The most wondrous sight in Middle Earth…" We had to agree. Forest, never ending forest in every direction. That was one of those moments that you wish could last forever. There I was, looking at the forest of Mirkwood with my two best friends and of all things an Elf. Of course the moment had to end. "We will rest here tonight and meet Thranduil tomorrow." If this were a movie it would be one of those moments where it has a pause. Legolas king of Ithilien, prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil.