I got a bad feeling in my gut as my laptop did it again. Yep, the freaky
portal thingie had opened up again. I had been travelling in and out of
alternate dimensions, until Thalia figured it out. Turns out I have a
time/space portal in my computer that opens occasionally and reacts to
whatever I type. Naturally, this happens at the worst possible times, and
usually with friends. And whenever we got into trouble (which we always
did) they blamed *me *! Like I planned it, or something! The nerve! And
whenever I manage to go *without * them, they blame me for having a good
time without them! Go figure. Anyway, here I was falling through the
portal, and all of a sudden, I'm suspended about 3 feet in the air, above
the water line.
"Oh no!" I moaned, looking down at the water. If the computer worked properly, I should be somewhere near Legolas. But from the looks of things, I would rather be in bed, dreaming about being near Legolas.
Then whatever had been holding me in the air gave way.
"Aaaahhhhh!" I screamed as I fell toward the water. SPLASH! And I hit! 10 points for the painful belly flop. I spit out the water that got into my mouth and only succeeding in filling my mouth with more water.
That's when I remembered that I couldn't swim.
I kicked and squirmed in the water, trying to get above it. I ended up upside-down, trying to remember which way was up. As I struggled in the water, breathing in air as much as water, I saw images flash in front of my face. No, not my life, like some people say, but Lee and Thalia explaining my death to my parents. "Bad mental images...," I thought, my lungs burning.
Blackness…pain…saltwater taste…damn, I can't breathe…voices…splashing…
I felt a hand slide around my waist, and a voice saying, "Hold on!" I held on. Tight. I felt myself being pulled through the water and then felt wood pressing against my back. I was too concerned about breathing to notice the fact that I was being pulled up. I felt myself being laid on a deck, and I spent a couple of minutes coughing up water before I could look up.
I looked around and noticed that I was on a ship. A ship full of elves. Ooh, *male* elves. Yummy. Then I noticed the fact that they were carefully avoiding looking at me. I glanced down. Oh, shit. I was wearing a white shirt, and guess what? A white bra. As if today couldn't get worse. Then I felt a soft cloak fall over my shoulders.
A voice behind me said, "Take this, milady," I wrapped the cloak around me and turned around. My eyes widened. My lust object stood before me, in all perfection, water dripping from his perfect hair. I tried not to faint. Legolas had saved my life?! Can we say *Mary Sue *? Oh well, I'll be dreaming about the last couple of minutes for years to come. That is, if it doesn't get any better....
"Come with me, lady-" Legolas waited for my name.
"Grace," I said, nearly swooning at the sound of his perfect voice.
"Lady Grace then, come,"
"He said my NAME!" I thought excitedly as I followed him.
He led me to a large, comfortable room at the bow of the ship. (I *do * know a *few * nautical terms. Like- three or four.) "This is my room," He said, grabbing some clothes for himself out of his closet. "You are free to use anything in it at your leisure. Please excuse us for anything improper, we were not... expecting... a lady."
"S'ok," I managed to stammer, unable to believe my luck. Legolas left the room. I pulled off my wet and see-through clothes, and changed into some of Legolas's. I ran my hands over the cloth. Soft and silky, just like everything else about elves. I sank into the bed, breathing deep. This was a serious dream come true. I was on Legolas's ship, in his room, on his *bed * (So what if he's not sleeping in it? I would take what I could get!)
"I wonder where Lee and Thalia are?" I muttered as I drifted off to dream of a certain elf.
(A/N: Plz R&R? I know this story may not be a Tolkien, but I need some reveiws!)
"Oh no!" I moaned, looking down at the water. If the computer worked properly, I should be somewhere near Legolas. But from the looks of things, I would rather be in bed, dreaming about being near Legolas.
Then whatever had been holding me in the air gave way.
"Aaaahhhhh!" I screamed as I fell toward the water. SPLASH! And I hit! 10 points for the painful belly flop. I spit out the water that got into my mouth and only succeeding in filling my mouth with more water.
That's when I remembered that I couldn't swim.
I kicked and squirmed in the water, trying to get above it. I ended up upside-down, trying to remember which way was up. As I struggled in the water, breathing in air as much as water, I saw images flash in front of my face. No, not my life, like some people say, but Lee and Thalia explaining my death to my parents. "Bad mental images...," I thought, my lungs burning.
Blackness…pain…saltwater taste…damn, I can't breathe…voices…splashing…
I felt a hand slide around my waist, and a voice saying, "Hold on!" I held on. Tight. I felt myself being pulled through the water and then felt wood pressing against my back. I was too concerned about breathing to notice the fact that I was being pulled up. I felt myself being laid on a deck, and I spent a couple of minutes coughing up water before I could look up.
I looked around and noticed that I was on a ship. A ship full of elves. Ooh, *male* elves. Yummy. Then I noticed the fact that they were carefully avoiding looking at me. I glanced down. Oh, shit. I was wearing a white shirt, and guess what? A white bra. As if today couldn't get worse. Then I felt a soft cloak fall over my shoulders.
A voice behind me said, "Take this, milady," I wrapped the cloak around me and turned around. My eyes widened. My lust object stood before me, in all perfection, water dripping from his perfect hair. I tried not to faint. Legolas had saved my life?! Can we say *Mary Sue *? Oh well, I'll be dreaming about the last couple of minutes for years to come. That is, if it doesn't get any better....
"Come with me, lady-" Legolas waited for my name.
"Grace," I said, nearly swooning at the sound of his perfect voice.
"Lady Grace then, come,"
"He said my NAME!" I thought excitedly as I followed him.
He led me to a large, comfortable room at the bow of the ship. (I *do * know a *few * nautical terms. Like- three or four.) "This is my room," He said, grabbing some clothes for himself out of his closet. "You are free to use anything in it at your leisure. Please excuse us for anything improper, we were not... expecting... a lady."
"S'ok," I managed to stammer, unable to believe my luck. Legolas left the room. I pulled off my wet and see-through clothes, and changed into some of Legolas's. I ran my hands over the cloth. Soft and silky, just like everything else about elves. I sank into the bed, breathing deep. This was a serious dream come true. I was on Legolas's ship, in his room, on his *bed * (So what if he's not sleeping in it? I would take what I could get!)
"I wonder where Lee and Thalia are?" I muttered as I drifted off to dream of a certain elf.
(A/N: Plz R&R? I know this story may not be a Tolkien, but I need some reveiws!)