Who's who
Orlan\Laigolas: Me
Cassandra: Nofretari
Grace\Bainmaethorarwen: Ancksunamun
The LOTR characters don't belong to me. Laigolas is mine (not Legolas; Laigolas), Cassandra is Nofretari's, and any new characters you see belong to their respective ppl. Legolas my dad I tell you! I don't care what anyone says!!!
This story is based upon my life, my obsessions and my stuff. My friends too. (I have conversations with a plastic action figure.) (I talk to Ouija boards too)
1 Pada ned i glawar
(Walk in the Sunlight)
The Tom Home for Orphaned Children
January 6, 2002
London, England
"NOOOOOO!!!" Orlan Berows shouted mournfully, sitting bolt upright and smacking into one of the shelves in the closet where he slept. "YOWCH!" he howled, grabbing his forehead. The closet was flung open, Cassandra, her hair very wild, and very cranky, glared in at him.
"Whassa matta?! Huh!? M' tryin' to sleep here!" she growled.
"Sorry."
She closed the door grumpily with a huff. Orlan sighed and tried to remember what had woken him up. He began to drift off to sleep again.
Sunlight trickled through the trees. He was standing in a beautiful green forest, wearing strange clothes. Something drew him. He saw people standing in the trees. A blonde girl came flying down the stairs towards him. She embraced him hard. She looked familiar..
.
He was back in his closet, feeling a deep sense of loss. He shook his head and went downstairs for a glass of milk. It seemed the other two occupants of his room had the same idea.
"Choo gals doin' up a' three o'clock?" he asked.
"Might ask you the same thing Lai-" started Grace, Cassandra poked her in the side.
"Shhhh!" Cassandra hissed.
Orlan cocked his head curiously.
"What's wrong?" Orlan asked.
"Oh nothing. Just been having some weird dreams." Cassandra said casually, inspecting her nails.
Orlan knew something was up.
"Do these dreams... happen to be in Middle Earth?" he asked, referring to JRR Tolkien.
Cassandra looked up, thunderstruck that he knew.
"Who...? How...? Why...? When...?" she sputtered.
"No worries. I have them too." he turned to Grace. "You were going to call me Laigolas, weren't you?"
Grace nodded. Cassandra sighed defeatedly. Orlan sat down at the counter and gazed out the window.
"Middle Earth..." he sighed sadly.
"What's wrong?" Grace asked.
Orlan looked up.
"Do you realize that Middle Earth was decimated? The Elven Folk went across the sea, never to return? Even if..." he trailed off.
"Even if what?" Cassandra inquired.
"Even if we could bring back Earth to it's former beauty. Even if we could..." once again, he trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence.
He seemed to go into a trance.
"Rivendell... Mirkwood... all have been lost for centuries."
He bowed his head.
"I wish..."
"Me too..." Cassandra agreed to his silent plea.
"Me three." Grace said.
"If only we could become Elven again... Then we could somehow save Middle Earth and save the Hobbits, Elves, and Dwarves. I care not for Man." Orlan said, getting a little excited.
"Maybe there is a way." Cassandra said, fingering a pentacle around her neck.
"You do that too?" Orlan asked.
"Yep."
An hour later, the three friends sat around a Ouija board, trying to call up spirits from Mirkwood. W-e-h-e-a-r-y-o-u-e-l-v-e-l-l-o-n. It spelled out.
"Ouija board, and spirits from Mirkwood, how can we destroy earth and bring back Middle Earth and the Elves." asked Grace with, sound quite loony.
"E-l-v-e-s..." it spelled.
"Elves?"
"M-u-s-t-b-e-e-l-v-e-s."
"Ouija board, how can we turn ourselves into elves?" Cassandra asked.
"B-o-o-k."
"Which book."
"B-o-o-k-o-f-e-l-v-e-n-s-p-e-l-l-s."
"Where?"
"G-a-l-a-d-r-i-e-l."
Galadriel... Then the board was silent. Magioc seemed to ebb out of the room. When the lights were turned back on, all three teens were pale and sweaty. Their skin was cold to the touch, but burned them.
"We must retrieve that book. I cannot live like this." croaked an exhausted Orlan.
"I agree Laigolas." Cassandra said, not even bothering to use Orlan's real name any longer.
"Haust now." he said, using the Elven word for 'bed'. "Tomorrow, we will look for the book to bring us home."
"Night Laigolas." Cassandra said.
"Night Cassandra." Orlan called from the closet.
"Sleep well Laigolas." Grace said.
"You as well Bainarwendaug." he called. "You as well. Tomarrow, we fidn a portal home..."
Orlan\Laigolas: Me
Cassandra: Nofretari
Grace\Bainmaethorarwen: Ancksunamun
The LOTR characters don't belong to me. Laigolas is mine (not Legolas; Laigolas), Cassandra is Nofretari's, and any new characters you see belong to their respective ppl. Legolas my dad I tell you! I don't care what anyone says!!!
This story is based upon my life, my obsessions and my stuff. My friends too. (I have conversations with a plastic action figure.) (I talk to Ouija boards too)
1 Pada ned i glawar
(Walk in the Sunlight)
The Tom Home for Orphaned Children
January 6, 2002
London, England
"NOOOOOO!!!" Orlan Berows shouted mournfully, sitting bolt upright and smacking into one of the shelves in the closet where he slept. "YOWCH!" he howled, grabbing his forehead. The closet was flung open, Cassandra, her hair very wild, and very cranky, glared in at him.
"Whassa matta?! Huh!? M' tryin' to sleep here!" she growled.
"Sorry."
She closed the door grumpily with a huff. Orlan sighed and tried to remember what had woken him up. He began to drift off to sleep again.
Sunlight trickled through the trees. He was standing in a beautiful green forest, wearing strange clothes. Something drew him. He saw people standing in the trees. A blonde girl came flying down the stairs towards him. She embraced him hard. She looked familiar..
.
He was back in his closet, feeling a deep sense of loss. He shook his head and went downstairs for a glass of milk. It seemed the other two occupants of his room had the same idea.
"Choo gals doin' up a' three o'clock?" he asked.
"Might ask you the same thing Lai-" started Grace, Cassandra poked her in the side.
"Shhhh!" Cassandra hissed.
Orlan cocked his head curiously.
"What's wrong?" Orlan asked.
"Oh nothing. Just been having some weird dreams." Cassandra said casually, inspecting her nails.
Orlan knew something was up.
"Do these dreams... happen to be in Middle Earth?" he asked, referring to JRR Tolkien.
Cassandra looked up, thunderstruck that he knew.
"Who...? How...? Why...? When...?" she sputtered.
"No worries. I have them too." he turned to Grace. "You were going to call me Laigolas, weren't you?"
Grace nodded. Cassandra sighed defeatedly. Orlan sat down at the counter and gazed out the window.
"Middle Earth..." he sighed sadly.
"What's wrong?" Grace asked.
Orlan looked up.
"Do you realize that Middle Earth was decimated? The Elven Folk went across the sea, never to return? Even if..." he trailed off.
"Even if what?" Cassandra inquired.
"Even if we could bring back Earth to it's former beauty. Even if we could..." once again, he trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence.
He seemed to go into a trance.
"Rivendell... Mirkwood... all have been lost for centuries."
He bowed his head.
"I wish..."
"Me too..." Cassandra agreed to his silent plea.
"Me three." Grace said.
"If only we could become Elven again... Then we could somehow save Middle Earth and save the Hobbits, Elves, and Dwarves. I care not for Man." Orlan said, getting a little excited.
"Maybe there is a way." Cassandra said, fingering a pentacle around her neck.
"You do that too?" Orlan asked.
"Yep."
An hour later, the three friends sat around a Ouija board, trying to call up spirits from Mirkwood. W-e-h-e-a-r-y-o-u-e-l-v-e-l-l-o-n. It spelled out.
"Ouija board, and spirits from Mirkwood, how can we destroy earth and bring back Middle Earth and the Elves." asked Grace with, sound quite loony.
"E-l-v-e-s..." it spelled.
"Elves?"
"M-u-s-t-b-e-e-l-v-e-s."
"Ouija board, how can we turn ourselves into elves?" Cassandra asked.
"B-o-o-k."
"Which book."
"B-o-o-k-o-f-e-l-v-e-n-s-p-e-l-l-s."
"Where?"
"G-a-l-a-d-r-i-e-l."
Galadriel... Then the board was silent. Magioc seemed to ebb out of the room. When the lights were turned back on, all three teens were pale and sweaty. Their skin was cold to the touch, but burned them.
"We must retrieve that book. I cannot live like this." croaked an exhausted Orlan.
"I agree Laigolas." Cassandra said, not even bothering to use Orlan's real name any longer.
"Haust now." he said, using the Elven word for 'bed'. "Tomorrow, we will look for the book to bring us home."
"Night Laigolas." Cassandra said.
"Night Cassandra." Orlan called from the closet.
"Sleep well Laigolas." Grace said.
"You as well Bainarwendaug." he called. "You as well. Tomarrow, we fidn a portal home..."