She got a kick out of it when I told her about dreaming it, so I'm posting
this as a birthday present for Kat. Shhh, don't tell. Okay, maybe you can.
It's slightly belated (her birthday was on the 27) but that's okay. She
loves me anyway. Leave a review to wish her a happy birthday! Nobody did on
our other story (except for bratprincess and Scarlett Red Rose, whom we
love, by the way) and she was sad.
Disclaimer: I really did dream this! Honestly. Which would be why it's slightly... odd. But as for the characters- we own nada. Except for me, of course.
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"It's not fair," I whined to Gandalf. "I feel like such a loser. I only have level ten in Aqua-quest swimming."
"Do not feel bad," he assured me. "That is, after all, really quite respectable." I shrugged gloomily, ashamed of my lack-of-swimming-ness. We were traveling down the Anduin, in the bright, banana yellow Elvish boats. Something very far in the back of my mind was nattering about there something being wrong with that, but I ignored it. The three boats containing the rest of the fellowship were ahead of us; Gandalf and I were in the last one. The same nattering in the back of my mind was going on about that, but I ignored it too.
The banana yellow boats floated swiftly past a little piece of land, barely more than a rock, which jutted out into the water. As we drew closer to end, a noticed a figure standing on the very tip of the rock. It was Legolas, wearing a bright red life jacket and getting ready to jump in the water after us. I turned to Gandalf in surprise.
"What's he doing? Why is he wearing that?"
"He can't swim very well," Gandalf explained. "He only made it to level three in his swimming lessons." This surprised me. I had always assumed that elves, being all one-with-nature-y, were natural swimmers, just like hobbits. Wait, no, that wasn't right. Hobbits couldn't swim. Maybe that's why elves couldn't either. Then it hit me: I was a better swimmer than Legolas. Cool.
While we had been talking, Legolas had jumped in the water and was now swimming towards his banana yellow boat. No longer depressed about my under- achievement in swimming lessons, I dove in over the edge of the boat to join Legolas and encourage him.
With some effort, he made it to his banana yellow boat. Unfortunately, he was having slight difficulty getting in: every time he climbed on the side, the banana yellow boat began to tip. Deciding he needed some help, I sat on the back of the banana yellow boat and helped him up. I felt very happy and decided that levels in swimming lessons didn't really matter that much after all.
Disclaimer: I really did dream this! Honestly. Which would be why it's slightly... odd. But as for the characters- we own nada. Except for me, of course.
*
"It's not fair," I whined to Gandalf. "I feel like such a loser. I only have level ten in Aqua-quest swimming."
"Do not feel bad," he assured me. "That is, after all, really quite respectable." I shrugged gloomily, ashamed of my lack-of-swimming-ness. We were traveling down the Anduin, in the bright, banana yellow Elvish boats. Something very far in the back of my mind was nattering about there something being wrong with that, but I ignored it. The three boats containing the rest of the fellowship were ahead of us; Gandalf and I were in the last one. The same nattering in the back of my mind was going on about that, but I ignored it too.
The banana yellow boats floated swiftly past a little piece of land, barely more than a rock, which jutted out into the water. As we drew closer to end, a noticed a figure standing on the very tip of the rock. It was Legolas, wearing a bright red life jacket and getting ready to jump in the water after us. I turned to Gandalf in surprise.
"What's he doing? Why is he wearing that?"
"He can't swim very well," Gandalf explained. "He only made it to level three in his swimming lessons." This surprised me. I had always assumed that elves, being all one-with-nature-y, were natural swimmers, just like hobbits. Wait, no, that wasn't right. Hobbits couldn't swim. Maybe that's why elves couldn't either. Then it hit me: I was a better swimmer than Legolas. Cool.
While we had been talking, Legolas had jumped in the water and was now swimming towards his banana yellow boat. No longer depressed about my under- achievement in swimming lessons, I dove in over the edge of the boat to join Legolas and encourage him.
With some effort, he made it to his banana yellow boat. Unfortunately, he was having slight difficulty getting in: every time he climbed on the side, the banana yellow boat began to tip. Deciding he needed some help, I sat on the back of the banana yellow boat and helped him up. I felt very happy and decided that levels in swimming lessons didn't really matter that much after all.