History Revolvo Ipsum
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Chapter 1 Part 2: The Kidnapping of Emily Elias
Emily was late for the World History class, and Mr. Glorfindel gave her a grilling for it. Although it wasn't so much a grilling rather than he told her off a bit while she practically drooled at his gorgeousness. With long blonde hair tied In a lose ponytail, fresh leaf green eyes and a body any man would die for, Mr. Glorfindel, though he had a weird name, was an absolute babe.
"Sorry sir." She murmured quietly faltering for a minute as she tried to locate Sarah's seat without looking too suspicious.
There came an annoyed exhale from behind her, "I trust you have not forgotten where you sit, Miss Elias?" Mr Glorfindel's voice though slightly accented sent shivers down her back. "Because I'm sure Mr. Walters blatant hand gestures weren't any indication as to where you should sit."
"Erm…Yeah." Was all Emily could reply, he knows, was all she could think- He fucking knows- How on earth does he know? But as she went to sit down she looked back at him, and he was looking at her with impassive eyes. Normally when he saw her, he could smile and ask her about which books she had read, and when she switched with Sarah a couple months before, he hadn't noticed either. So really, it looked like Emily was in the clear.
Sitting down beside Stephen Walters, their year's resident 'all round cute helpful lapdog type guy', she heaved a groan of relief. He leaned over in his seat; his dull blue eyes searching for her own while his brown hair fell into his eyes. "Emily?" He whispered sceptically, almost low enough that she had to strain her ears to hear it.
She nodded, a little subdued and tired after her shouting match with her sister, for which she felt disgustingly about. She would have to apologise later for that; but for now, World History.
Stephen just nodded knowingly, sitting back in his chair to listen to whatever it was Mr. Glorfindel was saying. Emily had taken this class last year as an advanced programme, as did Sarah so really, there was no need for her to take it again this year, apart from the fact that it would be an easy grade and you could ogle the eye candy all lesson and still get an answer right.
"Elves!" Mr. Glorfindel exclaimed excitedly, "What can you tell me about Elves? Come on, we're doing folk lore this lesson and I want you to tell me everything you know about Elves."
There was silence for a minute or so, but Mr. Glorfindel's expression didn't fall, his eyes never lost its gleam, and Emily had to resist from raising her hand first. Sarah never raised her hand first and for the next hour and a half, Emily had to be Sarah.
Marissa Del Kardo, a not so bright girl in Emily's homeroom, lifted a fake nail studded hand into the air. What she lacked in brains she made up for in looks, and from the rumours she heard, Emily was sure she made up pretty well. "Um, pointy ears?" She asked, blinking up at Mr. G in a way that Emily thought made her look spectacularly like a fish gaping for air although she was sure Marissa did it to try and 'entice' the poor man.
Mr. Glorfindel looked at her for a moment, his expression blank, but Emily got the feeling he was resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Yes, Marissa, pointy ears. Their 'pointy ears'" He made inverted coma's with his hands making Marissa blush, "Were a classical feature that set them apart from the humans." He nodded, his words had come out kind of slow, and Emily got the feeling he was mocking Marissa in a way, although from the rapt expression on Marissa's face, she was loving it.
Another girl whose name Emily did not know raised her hand, she was sitting forward in her seat, her chest pushed out to emphasise her breasts and the fact that her top was in fact, very low. "They were very in touch with nature." She said, her voice sultry and Emily had to resist the urge to gag. Looking up at Mr. G, his expression was nonchalant and he hadn't batted an eyelid at her blatant attempts to seduce him. Emily had to give him props, harder men than he would have probably fallen for it. "Some say they had special magical powers." She finished with a giggle that was supposed to make her seem adorable or cute. Emily thought it made her seem retarded. But you know, what did she know about enticing guys? All her attempts had completely failed over the years.
Mr. G nodded, "Yes, but I wouldn't call them 'magical powers' Miss. Hyras, just that they had an in-depth connection with the earth and everything to do with it." He looked around the class once more, seeming to skip Emily all together for which she was grateful. But it appeared that Mr. G didn't have to look at you to call upon you for an answer, something Emily noted to remember.
"Sarah Elias! Come on speak to the class, and tell us something about the Elves." Mr. Glorfindel exclaimed, looking at her once more with a gleam in his eyes. Although considering he thought she was Sarah, got her very confused indeed.
Emily breathed in once, noting that everyone had shifted around in their seats to look at her, obviously even Kelly Summers- Sarah's best friend- couldn't tell the difference between them, or notice the fact that Sarah had switched clothes with her sister; if the way she was smiling at her was any indication. Kelly seemed to hate Emily, and for no reason other than the fact that Emily had once told her that if she kept bleaching her hair, it would all fall out and she would be bald by the time she was twenty five. Which, in truth, she had meant in earnest and only meant to be a friendly tip; obviously 'friendly tips' should just be kept to the 'friendly tippers'. "Erm. In folk lore in Britain, elves were cunning, smart and quick." She began, "And not a force to be reckoned with as they would trick you into singing till your throat was raw or playing till you couldn't stand."
Was it just her or did a flash of annoyance go through Mr. Glorfindel's eyes at her words? She cleared her throat, wondering why no one in the class looked at her that way when she gave an answer in class. Probably because she had no people skills whatsoever and always made herself out to look like a right pillock. Possibly. "Some speculations say they never existed, some say they did but retreated underground." Emily sat back in her seat, feeling she had said enough for Sarah's standards.
"Good Sarah, good." His eyes lingered on her a moment and she felt vaguely like a bug under a microscope. "Now, has anyone read the series of The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien?" He asked casually. A couple kids put their hands up and he nodded his head, throwing a questioning glance at Emily. Crap, she thought, has Sarah read them? She almost scoffed out loud, course not, Sarah doesn't read. She barely even skim reads over magazines.
Mr. G walked to the board and wrote a name Emily was sure she had seen somewhere else. 'Rivendell' was scrawled in his beautiful handwriting across the active computer screen. "Rivendell was, according to Mr. Tolkien, the Elves almost 'home base' in middle earth some six thousand years ago. According to him the Elves were a peaceful people who were kind and just." Again, was it her imagination or did Mr. G's gaze slip to her in an almost 'I told you so' gesture. "There were other homes for the elves such as in Lorien home of Celeborn and the fair Galadriel; and Mirkwood- the home of the Silvan Elves. But Rivendell was their home spot. And as for Sarah's speculations that they still exist here according to The Lord of the Rings, it's highly possible. At the end of the series most of the Elves sailed west to Valinor, the elves final resting ground. Although it was barred to mortals other than Frodo and Bilbo, oh and Gimli of Gloin." Okay, now Emily definitely hadn't imaged the proud gleam in his eyes just then.
"Most but not all." He said, "Most of the Elves sailed West, feeling that middle earth no loner needed them, but, some elves including the Elf King Lord Elrond's own sons stayed on earth and didn't sail." Emily almost flipped her desk over in shock, earning a couple confused glances from people in the class. Lord Elrond? Lord Elrond? You've got to be kidding me, she thought. Okay, she thought calmly while she righted her desk properly, basically, I heard someone talking about the books and Lord Elrond came up. That's all, reassured herself, that is all. "Yes, some scholars and fanatics say that his twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir stayed behind and still reside on earth today." Mr. G said, oblivious to Emily's discomfort, although at his words Emily was sure she thought some of the girls in the front row might faint.
"Famously Lord Elrond prophesised this very year saying that 'all that you know and think are about to be changed and morphed'." Mr. G was looking directly at her, and she could feel her cheeks flush and she stared back at him, a hint of fear in her heart. Why was he staring at her like that? She was pretty sure that Lord Elrond had never said that, if over hearing the Lord of the Rings geeks talking animatedly about him the other week was anything to go by. So why was he lying to the class? Was it a test? Or was it a message to Emily? Who in turn was posing as her twin sister Sarah. Dear God what in the world had Sarah gotten herself into?
Just then, the bell rang, and it took everything Emily had not to cover her ears and cower under her desk for fear of an imminent attack. She waited until the class filed out, murmuring to Kelly that she'd see her outside, silently praying that Sarah would get there first and she wouldn't have to hold up the façade any longer.
The class had emptied out eventually, and soon it was just her and Mr. Glorfindel who seemed to be studiously ignoring her. Emily walked up to his desk and tapped it twice to get his attention. He looked up to her from his seated position and looked back down quickly. Emily was momentarily winded by how absolutely beautiful this man was. For god sake, she thought wildly, why is he a teacher and not on the cover of vogue?
"Yes, Sarah?" He asked, not even bothering to look up from the papers he was sorting. And it took a while for Emily to even form words before she could ask her question.
"Uhm…Well you see the thing is sir, that I um, well it's just that-" He cut her off and with a hand gesture.
"Sarah please spit whatever you want to say out before the world comes to an end." He said in a bored voice, and once again she got the feeling that there was something between Sarah and Mr. G, just, that she didn't know what.
"Well it's just that when you quoted that Lord Elrond guy," She ventured, unsure if she was about to begin walking on eggshells or not, "Well its just that you seemed to look straight at me when you said it and I was just wondering if…" She trailed off hesitantly. By the look of his expression, he had no idea what she was talking about and she obviously sounded half mad. Greaatttt, she thought.
"I assure you miss Elias, I have no idea what you are talking about." He said, standing up to his full height of god knows what. He was over fix foot three that was for sure. He stepped around the desk and placed a hand on her back to guide her to the door, "Now if you would kindly leave, I have some grading to do." He stated simply.
Emily was flabbergasted. How rude of him to even try and get rid of her! "Excuse me sir, but what exactly are you- Well this is just so nice of you." She muttered when he didn't stop and pulled open the door to a strangely deserted hallway, shoving her past the threshold. She stumbled out of the doorway and then spun around, adjusting her bag as she glared at his back and he turned around and retreated back into the room. "So what? Are you just gunna deny you didn't stare at me for about ten seconds when you said that everything was going to change and morph and whatever?"
"I'm not denying anything," He said calmly as he walked back around his desk to sit down, "Oh and Sarah?" He asked, picked out a particular piece of paper from his small pile, half turning around to face her once more.
"Yeah sir?" She asked, annoyed. This had just served to tell her that her people skills needed to improve. This was just terrific wasn't it? It had been a horrible day and god Mr. G had turned into such an unpleasant man in the matter of a week and a half from when she had last seen him as herself. Everything had really just gone to the flipping dogs, and they had their teeth in it now.
"Everything is about to change." He said, and before Emily could even start to gasp, his door swung shut; leaving her in a stunned silence.
Crap, crap, crap. She thought over and over again. There hadn't even been any godforsaken wind to close the door. This was too freaky. This was too weird. And God her head hurt. This day had been complete and utter crap and she couldn't take it anymore. God forbid she actually understood what the hell Mr. Glorfindel had been saying to her. Did she even want to understand? Or do you already know? Came a voice from her head. Oh God. Oh God. And with that panicked thought she hurried to her locker to pick up her overnight bag and practically ran out of the school doors, down the stone steps and in a split decision decided to go to the art exhibition by herself. Screw it if her mother or Sarah was going to ruin it for her.
It took her about twenty minutes to walk to the art exhibition, and in those twenty minutes she found time to call her sister and apologise. Sarah had said it was alright and that she wasn't mad. The twins had ended the conversation by saying they loved one another and would miss each other over the six month business trip Sarah was going on. The conversation alone had been enough to erase any of Mr. Glorfindel's words and the 'freaky door incident', as she had filed it away in her mind as.
The art show had been amazing, the modern art expo from London, England had been to die for and it was a wonder the paintings were only ever moved here once every ten years. It was completely worth her coming home at this late hour too, and she thought her day would finally be improving. But fate, it would look, had one more trick up her crafty sleeves. She was rounding the corner cutting through an alleyway as a short cut on her way home, finding the act of walking much better than taking the bus when she saw three kids from her school standing in the shadows as if waiting for her. They were the 'fanatics' of the school- Or the Lord of the Rings, fanatics anyways. They were always saying something in some elf language, and they were forever singing praises of Frodo. But today seemed different, their eyes were completely black, but Emily put that down to weird contact lenses. Although their faces seemed gnarled somehow, and forever the optimist, Emily put that down to the lighting. But when they opened their mouths…Well she couldn't exactly put that down to sound frequencies could she?
Nevertheless, the moment she caught sight of them, her heart beat picked up and her palms were suddenly hot, starting to sweat and she could feel her forehead become clammy. "Sauron shall come again!" They hissed, one of their mouths moving but it seemed like all three of them were talking, "He walks the earth once more, and you, you shall die." Their words had frozen her in fear, she had no idea who this 'Sauron' person was, or why he would ever want to 'walk the earth once more'. But their threat of her death date had her rooted to the spot.
They were advancing upon her now, and their faces in the light from a lamp weren't anything like their normal faces, yes they were wearing normal clothes…but their faces were horrible, grotesque disgusting warped and gnarled to the point that it almost made her want to be sick. They were getting closer with every step and the stench of dead and rotting things followed them, making her gag and almost drop her bags.
"Oh my…Stop, just please stop. I haven't done any…This isn't- please stop." She pleaded in nothing but a whisper. Wow, she thought almost calmly, so much for being brave in the face of danger.
One of them cackled and the hair at the back of her neck stood up on end at the sound of it, and she fought the rising bile that rose in her throat as one of them raised a stumped hand to her face to touch her cheek. The scream died in her throat and she felt as if she were going to faint as the stubbly brittle skin came into contact with her own. "Look at her, so scared that she is of us, of Sauron's followers." One of them breathed, its breath like death and decay; the dying.
"Your fate in this plot is inevitable, you will die and he will rise!" The end of the sentence was a cry, a horrible guttural war cry that spurred something within her and set her dead feat in motion. She went running further into the alley, which in hindsight probably wasn't the best of ideas.
The alley only deepened in darkness the further she got away from the street lamp, and the next one's illumination would take her at least thirty seconds to run to. As an almost detached observation, it was like one of those never-ending dreams. When you can hear the things in the darkness following you, but no matter how fast you ran, you got no closer to escaping. And in truth, she could hear the pounding footsteps of those things behind as they followed after her in earnest, yet she got no closer to the next lamp post and the main road beyond.
Abruptly, something changed, and maybe it was that the moon shone a little brighter, or there wasn't so much fear in her heart, or that her legs seemed to move a little faster and bring her closer to the main road. And the cars she could see so clearly in front of her yet were so out of her reach. Whatever it was, the loud roar she heard a second later didn't half scare her as it may had only a few fear filled moments before.
Her steps slowed, and she spun around in time to see the gleam of silver slice the air with an audible whoosh, that had her heart speeding right back up. But once again, she seemed to be rooted to the spot unable to move for the life of her as she watched the harrowing events unfold in front of her.
Two men, well she assumed they were men, had come out of nowhere dressed in tunics and chain mail, their faces were in shadow, but what glimpses Emily did get were of astounding beauty twisted in such fury that it almost hurt Emily's eyes to look at them. One by one their blades mowed down the hissing things that had chased after her and she can't have said she was sad to see them killed.
The last one had looked up at her, its eye sockets bloodied and vacant where one of the silver blades had gotten it, its gouged out eyes searching for her in the dark in a way that made Emily turn her head and spew up whatever she had eaten for lunch right next to her. She looked back at the thing, wiping at her mouth with the back of her sleeved arm, and watched as its crude mouth twisted up into a smile of misshapen proportions. "You will fall, and he will rise." It rasped out, a laugh so filled with malice following short after. Although it was cut off as one of the men plunged a blade half as tall as Emily was into its heart, if it had had one, she added as an late addition thought.
Her hand flew to her mouth as she took in the mound of cut up, body parts that had been those creatures' bodies. She retched once again, although nothing came up as she raised fearful eyes to the men in front of her. Their swords had awful black blood on them and their faces were still twisted in anger and disgust as they regarded the dead bodies beneath them- or, rather 'hunks of meat' rather than actual 'bodies'.
It was a moment before they realised she was there, and their faces softened somewhat as they took her in. For Emily's part, the thoughts: 'holy crap their gorgeous and they just saved my life! Oh god can one of them just sweep my off my feet already?' were obviously not working with her feet, which were sliding backwards and bringing her away from these sword wielding crusaders.
One of the men shook his black hair to get it out of his face as he raised a sword laden hand as if in greeting, while Emily's eyes practically bugged out of her skull. She noted with some clarity in this panicked situation that the two men looked a hell of a lot alike. "Have no fear maiden, we're here to help." Emily's hand dropped from her mouth as she scoffed, 'here to help' that's what they all so bozo, she thought as she spun on her heal to run the other way, only to run straight into the chest of another man.
She stepped back, her eyesight a little off as her head spun, but she vaguely recognised Sarah's World History teacher, "Mr. Glorfindel? What are you doing here?" She asked as she tried to focus on his face, goddamn his chest had been hard.
"Ah. Sarah forgive me, I'm so sorry." He murmured at her, looking a little sheepish as he glanced behind her to the two men who were obviously still there.
"What? What do you mean your-" Her words were cut off as a thud sounded through the alleyway, and it was only a split second before Emily registered that the thud had been something colliding with her skull. The edges of her vision had already begun to darken, and she slumped forward into the waiting arms of Mr. Glorfindel. The only thought in her head before she succumbed to unconsciousness being: hey, so he totally didn't realise that I switched places with Sarah after all.
Heyyy ! If you're reading this thankyou so much for reading this far with me, I assure you it gets so much better, so hang in there with me and Emily aha
thankyou again,
Kira x