I don't know what happened, but this story vanished. Sorry, loyal readers. Forgive me! I don't know what happened, or how it happened, BUT I DIDN'T DO IT! I DIDN'T DELETE THIS! WHY WOULD I DELETE ONE OF MY MOST POPULAR FANFICS! But anyway I took this as a chance to rewrite it and it seems better to me. Review!
Dedicated to Legolas fangurls! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
"How far to the nearest crossing?"
"It must be destroyed."
"GANDALF!"
"It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing."
"Who now has the power to stand before the might of Sauroman, and Mordor?"
"For Frodo..."
"He took a little tumble off the cliff...cough!"
"A red sun rises. Blood has been spilt this night,"
"Even if it is breached, it would take a number beyond reckoning, thousands to storm the Keep, tens of thousands!"
"Swamp, yessss, yessss. Come master. We will take you on safe paths, through the mists. Come hobbits, come! We move quickly."
""FRODO!"
"ORCS!"
"RUN!"
Rachel sat up straight in bed, her breath ragged and fast. Another nightmare. Only two nights ago, there had been a gigantic fire demon pursuing her throughout the corridors of her mind. She pushed her red-ginger colored hair out of her face, and wiped the sweat off of her face. Normally, there were pictures with the words, but this nightmare...all voices, not a picture to the blackness. Somehow, that was more terrifying than having a scene to see.
She reached over and turned on her Lava lamp. The soothing green-blue light flooded the room, making it look like it was underwater. She sighed and sank back against the pillows. She hated these nightmares; she was unable to fall asleep after them. She always tried, but for nothing. With another sigh, she sat up and grabbed the book she had been reading from the nightstand. She read a few sentences, but soon she placed it back down. She just couldn't concentrate. With a growl of frustration, she swung her legs over the edge of her bed and got up.
When she went out into the hall, her tabby, Hera, brushed past her legs and into the room.
"Don't take my bed!" Rachel hissed after her. Hera had an annoying habit of jumping up on Rachel's bed and curling up on her pillows. She tiptoed down the hall, careful not to wake her kid brother, Tim. She reached the stair-way without too much trouble. Zeus, the other cat,( he was tabby/Turkish water cat half-breed), jumped down from his place on the banister, landing quietly on the ground right in front of her. Rachel carefully stepped over him, and continued down the stairs.
She wandered into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She stood in front of it, blinking in the sudden blast of light. She rummaged for something, anything to eat. She had a bad habit of wanting something sweet whenever she woke up in the middle of the night. She'd gained two pounds from these nightmares. Soon, she wouldn't be able to fit into her band uniform and she'd have to buy another! Another fifty-five bucks down the drain! She growled and grabbed an apple before her hand closed around the left-overs of her brother's chocolate birthday cake. She slammed the door closed, and walked into the sitting area, before she could regret her decision. She bit into the apple, before remembering her retainer. She took out the clear, plastic molding of her teeth and threw it on something, she didn't care. She'd find it later.
She collapsed into her dad's favorite Lazy-Boy vibrating arm-chair, and stared at the mirror that was right across from her. She saw her vivid green eyes staring back at her. She tried to look herself in the eyes, a trick that was impossible, but fun to try. She suddenly noticed that one of her earrings had fallen out. Dang! Now she's have to search the entire house! Thinking about her earrings got her thinking about her ears. Pointed...humph. No-one had pointed ears anymore. Mom claimed that her grandmother had had the pointy ears, but Great-Grand-mama was dead, and Rachel couldn't remember what she looked like.
Soon, she was distracted by Zeus, who had taken it upon himself to follow her. He leaped up on top of the entertainment system, and stared at her, his yellow-green eyes never blinking. She stared out of the window, at the forest that was in her back-yard. She studied her brother's best birthday gift, (according to him) a monstrous trampoline. She wondered how high she could double-bounce him if he allowed her on it. He probably wouldn't let her, though. He really didn't trust her after the whipped-cream fight incident.
As she munched the apple, she charted the progress of the moon's light. It was a full moon, a witching moon. And it was the witching hour. Or so they'd say in some fantasy book. She'd given those up long ago, for romance novels with fairy-tale like romance. The stories were full of pink roses, chocolates, mushy love poems, horse-back rides on the beach, boys who were so unbelievably hot that they could only exist in that novel. She sighed. What she wouldn't give for that kind of adventure. Pink roses...
She suddenly noted that the light of the moon was across the mirror, and the mirror was sending it back into her face. She groaned and got up out of her comfy spot. As she stood up, the light suddenly vanished from the mirror. She stared at the mirror, then at the light on the floor. It seemed to be inching away from the mirror. She looked at the mirror again. Then she stared at it, unblinkingly.
There was a man in the mirror...
She gave a slight scream, and whipped around, afraid of what she might see behind her. But there was nothing. No-one. Zeus suddenly hissed and leaped off of the entertainment system, bee-lining it for the kitchen. She walked closer to the mirror, now that she could see, she saw her full reflection but also his full reflection, as if he was behind the mirror and the mirror was a window...But that was impossible. There was only wall behind that mirror. She stepped up so close to the mirror, her nose was almost brushing it. She stared at the man, a replica of something out of her romance novels. Blond-hair, the most gorgeous blue-grey eyes, high cheekbones, strong stature, and not to mention large biceps. She also noticed his clothes, which were something out of the Robin Hood legend. Complete with bow and arrows. Not to mention knifes, long knifes. She jumped back from the mirror, slightly spooked. She cautiously stepped up again, and her eyes were drawn to his. All the sadness of the world, yet so much joy as well...He was the perfect boy...if only he were real...
She reached out with her fingers, painted with a sparkly deep magenta. She wanted to touch his face. As soon as her fingers touched one of his cheekbones, he vanished. She lamented that for a second, and no longer. For she had no time to regret that more. For in the stead of the man was a light. It began to swirl. She slowly started backing up. The swirling light accumulated many colors, and continued to grow and spin faster. She was enchanted by the swirls and colors. Again she stepped closer. That proved to be a mistake. With a dull humming, she was sucked into the mirror.
She tumbled over and over, through the colors and times.
'Okay, I'm dreaming. That's the only possible explanation. I'm dreaming. This is insane!'
It was almost as if she had been wiped out at the beach while surfing and the wave wouldn't let her go. She spun over and over. She felt nauseous, and she threw up her apple. It vanished. She tumbled through all the times and back again. She got sick of being stuck in a forever rip-current and forced her arm to reach for the wall of color. Her hand went through it. Then, she felt something take ahold of it and pull. Frightened beyond all imaging, she fainted.
Legolas sat admiring the trees that bordered his gardens. The stars that shone down were lighting up the foliage so well, the leaves looked almost sliver. He sighed. In a few days, he would be leaving Mirkwood for Rivendell, for Elrond had called a meeting and his father had honored him by choosing him to go. He was honored, and he was also nervous.
He stood up and wandered the garden looking at the beautiful colors that the moon cast over the bushes and plants. He loved this time of year, it always was so lovely...what was that?
He turned around, a knife in his hands. He almost instantly dropped it. A swirling vortex of lights, colors and sounds had appeared behind him. He stepped closer, awed by the spectacle. Suddenly, from the center of the swirls, a pale hand emerged, and it clawed at the air, as though trying to get out. The nails were a strange color, but he grabbed the hand anyway. It suddenly went limp. Panicked now, he pulled, and a female came out with a dull sucking noise, as if she was being pulled from a quagmire. At first she floated as he pulled, then as her feet cleared the vortex, she tumbled to the grass.
The vortex gave a last loud :HUMMMMMMMMM, and was gone.
He looked down at the girl on the grass; she was pale, a little too pale for his liking. But maybe that was just the stars. He knelt next to her, and felt for a pulse in her wrist. There was one, strong too. She wouldn't be out for much longer. He lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to a bench. He lay her on it, and stepped back. He studied her. Her clothes were strange. She wore pants with purple and black stripes, and a shirt that said, "I'm Out Of Bed, What More Do You Want?"
"I want to know your name, gwen." he muttered, looking at her face. Heart-shaped with..what was this? Pointy ears? What was she? She looked like Man, but the ears...why were they pointed? Was she some-sort of half-breed?
He was alerted by the girl groaning. He looked down and attended to her. She opened her eyes, and looked straight into his.
" What is your name?>" he asked. Silence from her.
" Who are you?>" he tried again. Still silence. He sighed with exasperation and switched to the Common language. "What is your name?"
" I heard you the first time.>" she said, sitting up.
" You speak Sindarin?>"
" Wha-? Okay, okay, first question; I know the answer to. My name is Rachel. Second question: What is Sindarin?>"
" It is the language that I'm speaking in. All elves speak in this language.>"
" Well, I can understand you, and you can understand me, so I guess I can.>" The second part of his sentence sank in. " What, wait, hold everything. Elves?>"
" Yes, that is what I am. And you?>"
" I think I'm human...but my ears->"
" -Are like mine.>" finished Legolas. " Now if you do not mind, would you mind telling me how you managed to get into my garden? What was that vortex? Are you a member of the Valor?>"
She just stared at him blankly.
" Listen dude, all I know is->" she suddenly cut off her sentence in midair. She gasped, like a fish out of water, her eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted. Again.
Well-l-l-l? How was it? I need to know!
BTW: This, >, means that the language is translated from Sindarin.
