~~~*~~~ Authors note: first and foremost I own nothing except made up
characters that are not in LOTR. So don't sue me, there is no money to be
had… trust me. Ok secondly, this is not a Mary Sue. I didn't send myself to
Middle-Earth. The only reason why the main character has the same name as
me is because I'm too lazy to look another one up, and I'm not creative
enough to invent one from thin air. Ok lastly, I went back to read this
story and nearly had a heart attach. There were so many mistakes, I was so
ashamed. O and I changed some minor things to help the plot flow. Enjoy (…
Brigit ~~~*~~~
"I came to see you, how could I not?" a faint voice murmured in the fog. "Long has your face haunted my dreams, long have I desired your touch."
"Who are you?" I asked, not realizing he had answered a question I had yet to ask. "Your voice is filled with sorrow, yet I know not the cause of your grief."
At that moment I realized that I was talking to a man dressed in gray. He had a bow and quiver attached to his broad back and his blond hair was half up in braids.
"My grief?" he looked away, as if ashamed of his emotions being read so easily by one he has just met. "I do not grieve anything save the lack of your presence."
"My presence, or lack there of, should not be of your concern. Your mysteries run deep, sir, and mine seem not to exist. Tell me your name, my lord, for I am curious as to how you found your way here."
The fog seemed to lift at my words, revealing a forest with leaves golden as the sun. I thought that was strange, since all trees shed their leaves, and remain barren and dormant throughout the winter. These trees seem to be of a strange breed for I did not recognize them. That is a far feet considering my origins are Celtic and I know a great deal about trees.
"My curiosity of your name is put on hold by the sight of this strange forest. I am well versed in the way of trees, yet I do not know what kind these are." I was held captive by the sway of the golden diamonds attached to the branches of the nameless trees.
"This forest is called Lothlorien. Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn reside inside its borders. The people of this forest are known as the galadrim, the tree dwellers. There is no place fairer, not even Rivendell or my beloved Mirkwood. This is the land of the woodland elves," he sighes. "O how the world may war and change, but fair Lorien never ages. Where as some lands talk of the old ones; in Lothlorien the old ones still dwell." He seemed to be stuck in a memory, a memory that at one time might have been joyous, but is now bitter for time ruins good memories with bad experiences.
Before he could sing a lament, I said, "Twice now I have asked, and twice you have not answered. Please, who are you and why am I here?"
He looked at me with such intensity and sorrow that I could barely hold his gaze. "My name you have once whispered in the darkness of our room, declaring your love for me. I taught you to shoot a bow, to throw a dagger and wield a sword. My name you have known forever and will know into eternity."
My eyes grew at those words. Memories flooded my mind, of myself and this stranger playing as children, of pain and love and admiration. Memories I have never had, never experienced, became as clear as the night sky. In overload, I sat down on the soft floor of the forest. He stood looming over me, as confusing as the memories I know I never experienced.
"Maeve, my name is..."
"Legolas." I whispered in shock, for I did indeed know his name and would probably never forget it.
As if on command, the golden leaves fell off the branches holding them and green leaves took their place. All too soon, the fog started to swallow the forest. Legolas looked at me with such sorrow that I knew I would never see him again.
In minutes the fog covered the entire forest, blanketing the strange trees, the golden floor, until Legolas and I were the only ones not swallowed. I had a strange urge to throw myself in his arms, to plead him to stay or let me come with him. Before I could decide it was a bad idea, he approached me, took my hand, and kissed the palm. My breath caught, for though the kiss was as light as a feather, I felt it sear into my soul, to the very core.
"I do not understand..." I breathed.
"Nor should you. But you will."
I gave in and whispered, "Don't go, please stay."
He smiled sadly as the fog swallowed him right in front of me. "I fear I can not, Lady Maeve. But I will return... and one day so shall you."
A sudden panic overcame me as he was swallowed by the oppressive blanket.
"Wait!" I yelled, waking up from the dream. I was breathing hard and my heart felt like it was in a vise.
I looked around me, still in panic, and realized I was still in my room. I up against the headboard and tried to catch my breath. That same dream has been haunting me for months. I did not know what to make of it. I'm just going insane, I thought to myself, I just need to get a man... or get laid. Which ever comes first. With that decision I would never go through with, I got up to get a drink of water. Knowing I would not go back to sleep, I turned on the TV to try to bore myself to sleep. I settled on the Jay Leno show. One of the guests was a British actor, who I thought looked very familiar.
Horror and a strange stillness overcame me as he described the movie he had done, "The Lord of the Rings". He played Legolas, a prince of Mirkwood and a woodland elf. I had never even heard of any lord of the ring, and my definition of elves is 2-inch people who make shoes. How could my mind make all of that up, from NOTHING? Brige, I said to myself, don't freak. Strange stuff like this happens all the time, right? But how did I know his name, where he was from? You could have seen a scene from the movie with out knowing it, I argued with myself. That may be the case, because he called me Maeve and my name is Brigit (Brige for short). There may be a character in the movie named Maeve, and I just saw the scene and then had a dream about it. It makes sense. It could happen. Now I need to go see the movie to see if it was true.
Any lingering doubts got temporarily misplaced when my cat, Whistle, suddenly jumped in my lap and, startled, I gave a shriek and spilt water all over myself. "Dammit, cat! Shoo!" The cat, content with her attention getting plan, jumped off and purred himself to sleep on the couch.
Disgusted, I rolled my eyes and smiling, lovingly patted the cat on the head as I went back to bed. After I changed clothes, I settled into my bed trying to forget the fog and the blond headed fictional character *I tried to convince myself* and forced myself to sleep.
As I fell asleep, images of Lorien danced across my mind, convincing me to fall asleep faster to revisit the fairest place in Middle-Earth. As I drifted and waited for the fog, I distantly wondered what Middle-Earth was and how do I get there?
Then all thought left as the fog covered my mind...
"I came to see you, how could I not?" a faint voice murmured in the fog. "Long has your face haunted my dreams, long have I desired your touch."
"Who are you?" I asked, not realizing he had answered a question I had yet to ask. "Your voice is filled with sorrow, yet I know not the cause of your grief."
At that moment I realized that I was talking to a man dressed in gray. He had a bow and quiver attached to his broad back and his blond hair was half up in braids.
"My grief?" he looked away, as if ashamed of his emotions being read so easily by one he has just met. "I do not grieve anything save the lack of your presence."
"My presence, or lack there of, should not be of your concern. Your mysteries run deep, sir, and mine seem not to exist. Tell me your name, my lord, for I am curious as to how you found your way here."
The fog seemed to lift at my words, revealing a forest with leaves golden as the sun. I thought that was strange, since all trees shed their leaves, and remain barren and dormant throughout the winter. These trees seem to be of a strange breed for I did not recognize them. That is a far feet considering my origins are Celtic and I know a great deal about trees.
"My curiosity of your name is put on hold by the sight of this strange forest. I am well versed in the way of trees, yet I do not know what kind these are." I was held captive by the sway of the golden diamonds attached to the branches of the nameless trees.
"This forest is called Lothlorien. Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn reside inside its borders. The people of this forest are known as the galadrim, the tree dwellers. There is no place fairer, not even Rivendell or my beloved Mirkwood. This is the land of the woodland elves," he sighes. "O how the world may war and change, but fair Lorien never ages. Where as some lands talk of the old ones; in Lothlorien the old ones still dwell." He seemed to be stuck in a memory, a memory that at one time might have been joyous, but is now bitter for time ruins good memories with bad experiences.
Before he could sing a lament, I said, "Twice now I have asked, and twice you have not answered. Please, who are you and why am I here?"
He looked at me with such intensity and sorrow that I could barely hold his gaze. "My name you have once whispered in the darkness of our room, declaring your love for me. I taught you to shoot a bow, to throw a dagger and wield a sword. My name you have known forever and will know into eternity."
My eyes grew at those words. Memories flooded my mind, of myself and this stranger playing as children, of pain and love and admiration. Memories I have never had, never experienced, became as clear as the night sky. In overload, I sat down on the soft floor of the forest. He stood looming over me, as confusing as the memories I know I never experienced.
"Maeve, my name is..."
"Legolas." I whispered in shock, for I did indeed know his name and would probably never forget it.
As if on command, the golden leaves fell off the branches holding them and green leaves took their place. All too soon, the fog started to swallow the forest. Legolas looked at me with such sorrow that I knew I would never see him again.
In minutes the fog covered the entire forest, blanketing the strange trees, the golden floor, until Legolas and I were the only ones not swallowed. I had a strange urge to throw myself in his arms, to plead him to stay or let me come with him. Before I could decide it was a bad idea, he approached me, took my hand, and kissed the palm. My breath caught, for though the kiss was as light as a feather, I felt it sear into my soul, to the very core.
"I do not understand..." I breathed.
"Nor should you. But you will."
I gave in and whispered, "Don't go, please stay."
He smiled sadly as the fog swallowed him right in front of me. "I fear I can not, Lady Maeve. But I will return... and one day so shall you."
A sudden panic overcame me as he was swallowed by the oppressive blanket.
"Wait!" I yelled, waking up from the dream. I was breathing hard and my heart felt like it was in a vise.
I looked around me, still in panic, and realized I was still in my room. I up against the headboard and tried to catch my breath. That same dream has been haunting me for months. I did not know what to make of it. I'm just going insane, I thought to myself, I just need to get a man... or get laid. Which ever comes first. With that decision I would never go through with, I got up to get a drink of water. Knowing I would not go back to sleep, I turned on the TV to try to bore myself to sleep. I settled on the Jay Leno show. One of the guests was a British actor, who I thought looked very familiar.
Horror and a strange stillness overcame me as he described the movie he had done, "The Lord of the Rings". He played Legolas, a prince of Mirkwood and a woodland elf. I had never even heard of any lord of the ring, and my definition of elves is 2-inch people who make shoes. How could my mind make all of that up, from NOTHING? Brige, I said to myself, don't freak. Strange stuff like this happens all the time, right? But how did I know his name, where he was from? You could have seen a scene from the movie with out knowing it, I argued with myself. That may be the case, because he called me Maeve and my name is Brigit (Brige for short). There may be a character in the movie named Maeve, and I just saw the scene and then had a dream about it. It makes sense. It could happen. Now I need to go see the movie to see if it was true.
Any lingering doubts got temporarily misplaced when my cat, Whistle, suddenly jumped in my lap and, startled, I gave a shriek and spilt water all over myself. "Dammit, cat! Shoo!" The cat, content with her attention getting plan, jumped off and purred himself to sleep on the couch.
Disgusted, I rolled my eyes and smiling, lovingly patted the cat on the head as I went back to bed. After I changed clothes, I settled into my bed trying to forget the fog and the blond headed fictional character *I tried to convince myself* and forced myself to sleep.
As I fell asleep, images of Lorien danced across my mind, convincing me to fall asleep faster to revisit the fairest place in Middle-Earth. As I drifted and waited for the fog, I distantly wondered what Middle-Earth was and how do I get there?
Then all thought left as the fog covered my mind...