^^This is my first fanfic! I hope you enjoy it. ^^
WARNING: This is a Mary Sue, so don't say I didn't warn you.
Also. I'll spare you the time. LEGOLAS IS THE HOTTEST! Uh. Please continue.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.R.R Tolkien characters (like Legolas, Haldir, Aragorn, etc.) But I do own Priscilla, Prisilas, Priz, Erin, and Jenesse are mine! Please Review
(Characters: Prisilas Daydream; Legolas Greenleaf; Erelwen Greenrose; Haldir; Jënesiel Morningwind; and Aragorn's younger brother, Arerde.)
The three main characters-Priscilla, Jenesse, and Erin-were born with powers that no human could understand and, henceforth, have the ability to send each other telepathic messages,
Two Worlds and One Reality
Chapter 1: Obsession
What happens when you jump of a mountain, do you see the fog rising against your face? Wondering what might be below, your death? Or your freedom... Or maybe... maybe... Some say there is a world that once you go you may never return...
The bell rang, halting Priscilla's dreams.
There goes the bell, thought the evil side of Priscilla, Priz. No more dreaming for the good side, Prisilas. Stupid Prisilas.
Priscilla packed her books and left Mr. Young's 8th grade English class in a dash, where she bumped into her loyal friend Jenesse. The latter had red hair and an average height. Been suspended a couple of times for bad behavior in class and fights, she enjoy talking with Priscilla about The Lord of the Rings and, of course, Legolas, just as they were doing after their meeting.
Going to their contiguous lockers, they took out their French binders and stood in awe at the picture of Legolas.
I wish that, one day, I would be able to meet him... Priscilla thought.
But the other side of her retorted: Oh come on! You know that he's an imaginary character! Why obsess?
Priscilla shared her thoughts with her best friend, and then said: "I wish that I were able to be with him. I would love to melt into his gentle caress and feel his soft lips brush against mine. I would do anything to be with Legolas. even kill my truest friends."
Looking at her friend in sheer horror, Jenesse resumed searching for her things in her locker. "Pris, I think we had better get to class, or else Poulin will be furious..."
Quickly getting her books, shutting her locker, and putting on the lock, Priscilla left for class. As she walked, she pondered at the possibilities of wishes perhaps coming true...
No they don't... her stubborn mind riposted. Remember the time you tried to hook-up with Clayton? You wished to go out with him and be with him forever. But it didn't come true, did it. At least it came through for that other girl. Don't hide your pain.
Priscilla ignored the curt comment courtesy of her mind and sat down besides Josh in class.
Priscilla yawned. French was definitely NOT her favorite subject. She quickly ripped a page out of her notebook, hoping nobody would notice, and started doodling. Josh took a glance at the page and stifled a laugh. *Legolas* was written all over the page surrounded by little hearts. Glaring at the boy, she gave him a large kick in the-
"OW!" Josh yelped.
Mme. Poulin turned towards the back of the class, little daggers in her eyes. Priscilla slumped in her seat, knowing she would be in BIG trouble.
"Qu'est ce qui s'est arrivé ici?" she asked. "Josh? Priscilla?" ("What's going on here? Josh? Priscilla?")
Josh tentatively pointed a finger at Priscilla, and the teacher slowly turned towards her.
"Alors, mademoiselle. Peux-tu m'expliquer ce qui vient d'arriver?" ("Alright, young lady. Could you please explain what just happened?")
Thinking fast, she said: "Well-"
"En français." ("In French.")
"Oui, Madame Poulin. J'écrivais juste un certain nom concernant Le Seigneur des Anneaux sur une feuille, et Josh commença à rire. Donc je lui ai donné un coup de pied." ('Okay, Mrs. Poulin. I was just writing a certain name that has to do with The Lord of the Rings on a piece of paper, and Josh started to laugh. So I kicked him.")
The French teacher gave her a stern look and waved her hand, signaling the students to continue their work. She turned on her heel and returned to her seat at the head of the class.
It wasn't long until she began dozing off again. Poulin had just given them a little text to read, but Priscilla couldn't concentrate. The words became more and more blurry as she thought about the Lord of the Rings. She pictured a mountain. She's falling. Falling.
A tear glistened at the corner of my eye. Why did it get there? It must have had something to do with a story she read. She giggled silently as she noticed that Jenesse was concentrated on the text. What am I, a slacker? she thought.
Mme. Poulin started speaking, but once again, Priscilla felt gone. She pictured herself with Legolas, in a palace in Northern Mirkwood. Sweet bliss. But of course, she would never be able to get there. There is a hope. I can always find SOME way.
Oh dream on! her cruel side stated. There is no way whatsoever.
"SHUT UP!" That last part was actually spoken, not thought. Mme. Poulin grew furious and kicked her out of he classroom.
Priscilla stood in the hall, her eyes puffy, her cheeks red and hot. Stupid Priz. I'm gifted with powers that I love, but cursed with a split personality, All I want to do is lead a normal life, n not go insane! Ugh. I need to see a shrink. The teacher came out and started screaming at her. Regaining her composure, she led the student back into the classroom. Priscilla felt everyone's eyes on her and her face became even redder. Sniffling, she returned to her seat and put her head on the table, waiting for the bell.
The long-awaited bell was to Priscilla like a ship to a person stranded on an island. Jenesse raced towards and tried to comfort her pain, but to no avail. It was something about her multiple piercings that was grotesque.
She was happy that she bumped into Erin when she did: the intelligent brunette could be quite comforting once one stares into her deep brown eyes. Erin was another one of Priscilla's bosom buddies, and, like all her other friends, was obsessed with the Lord of the Rings. Her pretty face lit up when she saw Priscilla and Jenesse. She was headed to the library, and gladly let her two chums come along.
But what was there to do in the library but stare at pictures of Tolkien's elves? Mr. Powell, the librarian, could think of a million ways to disagree, especially when those pictures were the cause of the loud giggles coming from one part of the room. He felt as though they must be kicked out. And so he did, which CERTAINLY did not please Jenesse, who zestfully fingered the illiberal librarian.
Erin and Priscilla soon arrived at Mr. Nishi's science class, though Jenesse was tardy. She came in, a huge grin plastered on her face. Everyone gathered around the table as the instructor poured a powerful acid into a cup, warning everyone every fifteen seconds to be careful.
The first few steps of the experiment went well, until Jenesse turned towards Ben - a kind, yet vulgar-looking punk. She pulled out her lighter and he pulled out a whole box of matches. As Mr. Nishi wasn't looking, they lit they devices and tossed them into the cup, ducking for cover. A sudden explosion shook the room. Not many could remember what happened for a while, until the moment when the firemen were extinguishing the deadly flames.
Of course, Ben and Jenesse got into a lot of trouble, and had to help the janitors clean up the dreadful mess caused by the explosion.
"But that will make us late for our trip to my parent's cabin!" Priscilla protested. "No problem. I'll just blow this joint before I have to do anything," Jenesse said coolly. "I still can't believe your parents are letting us stay in their cabin ALL WEEKEND!" Erin exclaimed. "What did you do to convince them?" Priscilla waved her hand. "Oh, nothing really. I just promised them to only watch the Lord of the Rings once. Or twice. Or more. I forgot."
The girls were thrilled once the final bell rang. After their speedy arrival at the cabin and adieus to Priscilla' mom and dad, they raced inside of the actual cabin. Their contiguous rooms were large and roomy, making their stay the more enjoyable. They slipped on cute bathing suits and entered the hot tub outside. As they spoke of how fun it would be to live in Middle-earth, crystalline snowflakes fell gracefully on the floor. The contradicting sensations of hot and cold thrilled the girls, but soon enough, they decided to retire back into the cabin.
Pizza Hut pizza and 'The Fellowship of the Ring' entertained the three girls for quite a while afterwards. But, sadly, the movie and pizza finished, and they decided to go to bed.
Priscilla's fought an ugly battle with her more malicious side before bed, and it took a lot to cheer her up again. Middle-earth was-once again- the center stage of the duel, and Priz found it amusing to make Priscilla feel like a load of donkey dung. Not even Prisilas could stop her from falling asleep in tears.
Jenesse had had a lot of fun today. It wasn't often that she could come to the cabin, and it was worth every second of the trip. She didn't really like the femininity of the room, though. Too many floral scents, she thought. Bah. Pulling out the candles that her host bought her, she let her pyromania run wild and lit all of them with her lighter. She plopped against her bed and fell asleep, her dreams filled with Middle-earth.
Erin was happy that the movie they chose to watch tomorrow would be "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," but that didn't keep Haldir out of her mind. Twirling around senselessly, she tried thinking of a name that would impress the latter elf, and "Erelwen Greenrose" came to her mind. Haldir nà i meleva coiva, she thought before drifting off to sleep.
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"(insert random lust object name) nà i meleva coiva" means "(insert random lust object name) is the love of my life."
Reviews would be highly appreciated. Press the little blue button! You know you want to!
WARNING: This is a Mary Sue, so don't say I didn't warn you.
Also. I'll spare you the time. LEGOLAS IS THE HOTTEST! Uh. Please continue.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.R.R Tolkien characters (like Legolas, Haldir, Aragorn, etc.) But I do own Priscilla, Prisilas, Priz, Erin, and Jenesse are mine! Please Review
(Characters: Prisilas Daydream; Legolas Greenleaf; Erelwen Greenrose; Haldir; Jënesiel Morningwind; and Aragorn's younger brother, Arerde.)
The three main characters-Priscilla, Jenesse, and Erin-were born with powers that no human could understand and, henceforth, have the ability to send each other telepathic messages,
Two Worlds and One Reality
Chapter 1: Obsession
What happens when you jump of a mountain, do you see the fog rising against your face? Wondering what might be below, your death? Or your freedom... Or maybe... maybe... Some say there is a world that once you go you may never return...
The bell rang, halting Priscilla's dreams.
There goes the bell, thought the evil side of Priscilla, Priz. No more dreaming for the good side, Prisilas. Stupid Prisilas.
Priscilla packed her books and left Mr. Young's 8th grade English class in a dash, where she bumped into her loyal friend Jenesse. The latter had red hair and an average height. Been suspended a couple of times for bad behavior in class and fights, she enjoy talking with Priscilla about The Lord of the Rings and, of course, Legolas, just as they were doing after their meeting.
Going to their contiguous lockers, they took out their French binders and stood in awe at the picture of Legolas.
I wish that, one day, I would be able to meet him... Priscilla thought.
But the other side of her retorted: Oh come on! You know that he's an imaginary character! Why obsess?
Priscilla shared her thoughts with her best friend, and then said: "I wish that I were able to be with him. I would love to melt into his gentle caress and feel his soft lips brush against mine. I would do anything to be with Legolas. even kill my truest friends."
Looking at her friend in sheer horror, Jenesse resumed searching for her things in her locker. "Pris, I think we had better get to class, or else Poulin will be furious..."
Quickly getting her books, shutting her locker, and putting on the lock, Priscilla left for class. As she walked, she pondered at the possibilities of wishes perhaps coming true...
No they don't... her stubborn mind riposted. Remember the time you tried to hook-up with Clayton? You wished to go out with him and be with him forever. But it didn't come true, did it. At least it came through for that other girl. Don't hide your pain.
Priscilla ignored the curt comment courtesy of her mind and sat down besides Josh in class.
Priscilla yawned. French was definitely NOT her favorite subject. She quickly ripped a page out of her notebook, hoping nobody would notice, and started doodling. Josh took a glance at the page and stifled a laugh. *Legolas* was written all over the page surrounded by little hearts. Glaring at the boy, she gave him a large kick in the-
"OW!" Josh yelped.
Mme. Poulin turned towards the back of the class, little daggers in her eyes. Priscilla slumped in her seat, knowing she would be in BIG trouble.
"Qu'est ce qui s'est arrivé ici?" she asked. "Josh? Priscilla?" ("What's going on here? Josh? Priscilla?")
Josh tentatively pointed a finger at Priscilla, and the teacher slowly turned towards her.
"Alors, mademoiselle. Peux-tu m'expliquer ce qui vient d'arriver?" ("Alright, young lady. Could you please explain what just happened?")
Thinking fast, she said: "Well-"
"En français." ("In French.")
"Oui, Madame Poulin. J'écrivais juste un certain nom concernant Le Seigneur des Anneaux sur une feuille, et Josh commença à rire. Donc je lui ai donné un coup de pied." ('Okay, Mrs. Poulin. I was just writing a certain name that has to do with The Lord of the Rings on a piece of paper, and Josh started to laugh. So I kicked him.")
The French teacher gave her a stern look and waved her hand, signaling the students to continue their work. She turned on her heel and returned to her seat at the head of the class.
It wasn't long until she began dozing off again. Poulin had just given them a little text to read, but Priscilla couldn't concentrate. The words became more and more blurry as she thought about the Lord of the Rings. She pictured a mountain. She's falling. Falling.
A tear glistened at the corner of my eye. Why did it get there? It must have had something to do with a story she read. She giggled silently as she noticed that Jenesse was concentrated on the text. What am I, a slacker? she thought.
Mme. Poulin started speaking, but once again, Priscilla felt gone. She pictured herself with Legolas, in a palace in Northern Mirkwood. Sweet bliss. But of course, she would never be able to get there. There is a hope. I can always find SOME way.
Oh dream on! her cruel side stated. There is no way whatsoever.
"SHUT UP!" That last part was actually spoken, not thought. Mme. Poulin grew furious and kicked her out of he classroom.
Priscilla stood in the hall, her eyes puffy, her cheeks red and hot. Stupid Priz. I'm gifted with powers that I love, but cursed with a split personality, All I want to do is lead a normal life, n not go insane! Ugh. I need to see a shrink. The teacher came out and started screaming at her. Regaining her composure, she led the student back into the classroom. Priscilla felt everyone's eyes on her and her face became even redder. Sniffling, she returned to her seat and put her head on the table, waiting for the bell.
The long-awaited bell was to Priscilla like a ship to a person stranded on an island. Jenesse raced towards and tried to comfort her pain, but to no avail. It was something about her multiple piercings that was grotesque.
She was happy that she bumped into Erin when she did: the intelligent brunette could be quite comforting once one stares into her deep brown eyes. Erin was another one of Priscilla's bosom buddies, and, like all her other friends, was obsessed with the Lord of the Rings. Her pretty face lit up when she saw Priscilla and Jenesse. She was headed to the library, and gladly let her two chums come along.
But what was there to do in the library but stare at pictures of Tolkien's elves? Mr. Powell, the librarian, could think of a million ways to disagree, especially when those pictures were the cause of the loud giggles coming from one part of the room. He felt as though they must be kicked out. And so he did, which CERTAINLY did not please Jenesse, who zestfully fingered the illiberal librarian.
Erin and Priscilla soon arrived at Mr. Nishi's science class, though Jenesse was tardy. She came in, a huge grin plastered on her face. Everyone gathered around the table as the instructor poured a powerful acid into a cup, warning everyone every fifteen seconds to be careful.
The first few steps of the experiment went well, until Jenesse turned towards Ben - a kind, yet vulgar-looking punk. She pulled out her lighter and he pulled out a whole box of matches. As Mr. Nishi wasn't looking, they lit they devices and tossed them into the cup, ducking for cover. A sudden explosion shook the room. Not many could remember what happened for a while, until the moment when the firemen were extinguishing the deadly flames.
Of course, Ben and Jenesse got into a lot of trouble, and had to help the janitors clean up the dreadful mess caused by the explosion.
"But that will make us late for our trip to my parent's cabin!" Priscilla protested. "No problem. I'll just blow this joint before I have to do anything," Jenesse said coolly. "I still can't believe your parents are letting us stay in their cabin ALL WEEKEND!" Erin exclaimed. "What did you do to convince them?" Priscilla waved her hand. "Oh, nothing really. I just promised them to only watch the Lord of the Rings once. Or twice. Or more. I forgot."
The girls were thrilled once the final bell rang. After their speedy arrival at the cabin and adieus to Priscilla' mom and dad, they raced inside of the actual cabin. Their contiguous rooms were large and roomy, making their stay the more enjoyable. They slipped on cute bathing suits and entered the hot tub outside. As they spoke of how fun it would be to live in Middle-earth, crystalline snowflakes fell gracefully on the floor. The contradicting sensations of hot and cold thrilled the girls, but soon enough, they decided to retire back into the cabin.
Pizza Hut pizza and 'The Fellowship of the Ring' entertained the three girls for quite a while afterwards. But, sadly, the movie and pizza finished, and they decided to go to bed.
Priscilla's fought an ugly battle with her more malicious side before bed, and it took a lot to cheer her up again. Middle-earth was-once again- the center stage of the duel, and Priz found it amusing to make Priscilla feel like a load of donkey dung. Not even Prisilas could stop her from falling asleep in tears.
Jenesse had had a lot of fun today. It wasn't often that she could come to the cabin, and it was worth every second of the trip. She didn't really like the femininity of the room, though. Too many floral scents, she thought. Bah. Pulling out the candles that her host bought her, she let her pyromania run wild and lit all of them with her lighter. She plopped against her bed and fell asleep, her dreams filled with Middle-earth.
Erin was happy that the movie they chose to watch tomorrow would be "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," but that didn't keep Haldir out of her mind. Twirling around senselessly, she tried thinking of a name that would impress the latter elf, and "Erelwen Greenrose" came to her mind. Haldir nà i meleva coiva, she thought before drifting off to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~
"(insert random lust object name) nà i meleva coiva" means "(insert random lust object name) is the love of my life."
Reviews would be highly appreciated. Press the little blue button! You know you want to!