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Chapter 3
A/N: So here we are at the gorgeous chapter 3! Just know that this chapter will be much longer than both others, for the point of my sanity! Lots of things happen now, so take heed and farewell… till the end of this chapter!
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Skyla
The next morning I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. It was all just a dream, huh? I rolled over… and fell out of my tree.
"Not an ideal wake up call." I grimaced as I got up. My foot was hurting from the fall, but besides that I was fine. Looking around me, I remembered what had happened last night. "Oh great! I remember now! I was shot at, jumped some guy who thought he was an elf, and then got mad and climbed in a tree!" I said to nobody. Apparently, nobody was my friend and would listen to me. I froze. Great. Now I was thinking like Chanel. I took a look around. Ah well, I had no hopes of finding any civilization. Ever the geographical one, I dramatically plodded off the way fake Legolas had told me was the way to 'Rivendell.' As I walked, I thought about the night. What would a guy who must have had good money to buy those bow and arrows be doing here, a place where there was no civilization? Probably a hunter or something I reasoned. Soon, my feet got super tired. Abandoning all ninja pretenses (ninja mastery doesn't always work out for everyone), I started talking to myself… again.
"This is stupid! I have to find myself somewhere that doesn't have cell service? I could even be in a different continent! Or just miles away from my house! And where's all the wildlife!?" I complained, now channeling my inner four year old, which wasn't so deep in. Then, I got the feeling. The feeling you get that something is watching you. A feeling Chanel always seems to thwart. Just as I got the feeling, I came out of the forest into a meadow. Walking warily, I made my way down the meadow, and looked for the perfect place. Aha! I had found a cliff. Slipping down it, I easily hid in a bush and waited. Suddenly, a figure jumped down silently near where I was and looked around, obviously for me. Curling my fingers around a stick, I jumped out and said in my best 'evil demon that could totally kill you in a second' voice: "Who is my stalker and how would you like to die?" which easily made the person turn around and, of course, pull an arrow out of his quiver and raise his bow. It was the Legolas wannabe!
"Why were you following me?" I asked angrily.
"I was not following you, just going to Rivendell." He replied in his oh so royal way. My eyes narrowed. Did he really think I was so daft to believe that? Without saying a thing, I did my famous eyebrow raise, something even Chanel can't lie to. He stared me down as well, but then looked away. Heh heh!
"You were not carrying any weapons." He said defensively. "I would not want a harmless mortal maiden to be killed by other creatures." Which made me get really annoyed. As any of my dear friends would say, when pushed to a limit, I get a bit… strange.
"How did you know I didn't hide my weapons somewhere safer? Eh?" I said, watching his face stiffen at the way I said it. Smirking, I made use of my hair by flipping it in his face.
"Face it. You were just embarrassed because little old me made you lose all of your manliness points." I grinned at him triumphantly.
"I do not understand these 'manliness points', but I completely disagree with you." He shook his head as if I was a fly buzzing in his ear. Normally, that would have made me laugh a bit, but I noticed his ears… that were pointed… which meant he really was an elf. It wouldn't have been so momentous for me, but I had been worried, for awhile, that I really was in Middle Earth. I took a deep breath. It was real. I wasn't on Earth anymore. I would never see my mother again, or Chanel. Oh Chanel… I realized how I was always thinking about her. We had been best friends for ages! I couldn't believe that I wasn't even a phone call away anymore. I think Legolas would have continued talking if I hadn't started to cry. Because, let's face it, I was on my own, completely! He stopped and looked at me. Then, his face softened and he stepped forwards a bit.
"I am sorry if I said something that was hurtful. Are you alright?" he looked actually worried about me.
"It's just… are you really Legolas?" I said, noticing how awkward that question was, but not caring.
"Yes, why would I lie about such a thing?" he asked, confused. With that, I buried my head in my hands and cried harder. He was real, which meant I was on Middle Earth, which meant I was stuck here. But then he froze. I raised my head to peek at him.
"Orcs. They are coming!" he grabbed my arm and pulled me after him. As we ran, one thing kept me going. If I could get to Rivendell, and Gandalf was alive, he could help me! But running wasn't helping so I yelled over the wind. "Do you have any swords?" to which he gave me the 'you're kidding me' look.
"Yes but can you fight with them?" he asked, slowing down. I glared and held my hands out. I had taken a few lessons once, and was not going to just sit there. He pulled a sword out of its sheath and gave it over. Then, he started shooting at the orcs I could see coming closer. I thought for a second. I'm going to fight these orcs like they're the stinky cheese heads that brought me here. And I'm going to promise to never cry like a wimp again! The first orc raised his sword and gave off a sort of roar battle cry. I slashed at his side, then side stepped his huge battle axe, and chopped off his head. It was fun! Soon I was slashing and stabbing, smacking the orcs with my hilt (a move from the Percy Jackson series I had read) and cutting off random body parts. All the while, some would have arrows sprout from their necks and they'd fall down, which made me get slightly angry that somebody else got to kill them. I noticed an orc slipping behind Legolas. If he wasn't an orc, I'd ask how he got such ninja skills I thought to myself as I vaulted on him and sliced off his battle arm. Thanks again to my mom for signing me up for gymnastics for the past four years!
When the mini battle ended, I was covered in gooey orc blood; and some of my own. The elf had some cuts and such, but not as much as me. I got a sneaking suspicion he was going to say something like 'you fight well for a maiden', which I really didn't want to hear.
"Well pretty boy, you fight well for a Barbie doll." I said sweetly, knowing he may not get what a Barbie was, but would get the idea. He gave me a death glare, which I replied to with my puppy dog eyes. The elf turned away, and when he looked back, his face was impassive.
"We are two days from Rivendell. Night will fall soon, and we must be out of this meadow." He acted like I hadn't just insulted him, but I noticed how he spoke stiffly.
"And I thought elves were jolly creatures." I muttered, knowing for a fact he'd hear.
Just like the smarty pants said, the sun slowly went down and the sunset washed the sky with pinks and oranges, which I had to stare at. We had reached a good camp site, so I was sitting high up in a tree and had a great view. But even though I loved the beauty, I slowly peeked down at the more interesting target. I hadn't spoken to the elf since our lovely chat after the orcs attacked, and had a feeling he was still angry for what I had said. Never the one to end fights, I had been thinking about what to say. Although it sounded positively wonderful to not speak to the royal pain, I hated awkward silences. Sighing, I leaned out of my tree.
"Hey , Blondie, come on up! The sight is to die for!" I was ignored. How lovely and regal. "If you don't come up now, I'll drag you up!" Yes, I knew it was impossible, but alas, I liked it up here. If he wanted an apology, it was going to be in the tree .Legolas hesitated, then climbed up the tree and sat not too close to me.
"Isn't it just gorgeous? Like somebody ran out of blue and used other colours instead." I said. Chanel had told me that if she ran out of blue she wouldn't have put orange and pink together, but I told her to shush it. I sneaked a peek at him. Staring at the sky. Stiffly. Gah! Well… here it goes.
"Listen, I'm really sorry if I hurt your feelings when I called you a Barbie doll." I turned around and looked at him. He looked at me. Argh! Why couldn't he be less handsome?! But I continued talking. "I mean, it's not just that. I guess I'm kind of sorry for insulting you before, but you had shot at me so I was sort of mad, and you were getting me mad and I shouldn't have said all the stuff I did." I avoided his gaze. This wasn't a chick flick where we end up hugging and crying about how it was both of our faults and all that horrid stuff.
"I do not blame you." He said quietly. Gah! I didn't expect this to be such a 'feelings' kind of moment! "It was rash of me to be rude back. You did what any person would have done. As for the doll comment, I did not care for the insult, but thank you for apologizing." Oh yeah, I felt like I was in a Victorian England chick flick now!
"Well don't expect any more apologies, because I'm all out of them!" he gave me a small smile at what I said and then replied. "But I still hold you guilty for throwing me out of the tree." He gave me a silly glare, which I smirked at.
"Well, you could have been a horrible person determined to kill me! I was being safe!"
"Safe? You should have been more talkative!"
"It's not my fault your elf ears can't hear me being a silent ninja!"
After our verbal war was over, he climbed back down the tree. I watched him jump off of the last branch in an agile fashion. "Show off!" I called. He just shook his head and walked out of my sight- probably to another tree or such to rest.
I woke up to yet another bird chirping. I lay still, remembering my rolling disaster. This time I was way too high to make it down unscathed, so I awkwardly sat up. My hair was a bird's nest (ah! I was wondering why the bird's chirping sounded the same!) and my clothes were mussed up. Could I really get so horrible looking on a tree? I winced at how wrong that sounded and inched down the tree. As I patted down my hair and clothes, I glanced where Legolas was. What the heck?! He looked exactly like before. His hair was perfect, and his clothes were unwrinkled. This was such a perfect prank moment… I inched behind him and said in my best mother voice "Well wake up little boy! We've got a big day ahead of us!" Legolas' eyes snapped open to see me staring at him from above.
"Oh my God, Blondie! You are so hilarious!" I laughed and jumped down from my perch.
"Is it some ritual to always scare people out of their minds at the most peaceful moment?" he glared at me, which just set me off again while I nodded repeatedly. He shook his head at me and stood up, brushing the non-existent dust off of himself. Taking deep breaths, I grabbed my bag.
"Are you hungry?" he asked me in a way that seemed more curious than worried. Like I was some sort of robot that never ate? I shook my head and followed him as he continued walking. Nothing much happened, except for the random animals I saw. The silence didn't seem awkward for the elf, but it was for me. I looked at him for a second, then gave a huge pout and widened my eyes.
"Are we there yet?" I whined, which obviously startled him. He sort of jumped, and then shot daggers with his eyes. "Why would we be there now? Do you see Rivendell anywhere?" he replied tightly.
"Oh…" I said, looking away. A few minutes later, I looked over at him again. "What about now?" his eyes narrowed and he looked at me with suspicion.
"As I have said, we are not there yet."
"Ah..." I waited a few more minutes again. "Now?"
"No!"
"What about now?"
"This is the last time! No we are not!" I stifled a giggle when I saw his annoyed face. We kept walking.
What must have been lots of hours later, Legolas finally said something. "Why did you ask if I was really Legolas?" he studied me. Like I'm some sort of experiment. Did he honestly think I was going to start crying again? "Well, because I've heard stories about you." Not far from the truth, at least. He looked worried. "What sort of stories?" Oh my, he thought I heard of him from a rumor! "Like… stories about elves and their royal families and such." Well you dodged that one well! I thought sarcastically. Now he looked even more confused. Wait… did that mean (gasp!) he thought I was lying? "Then why did you start to cry when I replied?" he asked. Gah! Of course! The dramatic moment-I could lie to him and protect him from knowing too much and me from being annoyed by him asking more questions or I could tell the truth and maybe put the whole world in havoc. "I'm from a different world… where you're in a story called Lord of the Rings. Well it starts as the Hobbit, but Lord of the Rings is more popular because it became a movie." Oops! I guess I picked the latter… but the blonde elf just looked even more confused. Oh my, he's confused! Dear me, I guess he's going to have to deal with me knowing his future then, ay? I smirked.
Throughout the rest of the day, Legolas asked lots of questions. Where was I from? Earth. How did I get here? A door. Who wrote these books? Tolkien. Yep, he was pushing me to my breaking point. "But you have to promise me something." I said before he asked yet another question. "What is it?" he looked worried, as if maybe I'd make him carry me the rest of the way. Not too bad of an idea. "You can't tell anybody about me, or so help me, I'll change the future and make sure you die a painful death." he thought for a second, and then nodded in agreement.
We had stopped for the night again. This campsite was actually a cave, so no trees for me. I was lying on the rock floor, staring at the ceiling, when Legolas said something.
"Hmm? Didn't catch that." I muttered.
"I said you never told me why you were crying." Oh. I snuck a look at him. He was sneaking a look at me. Gah! Sighing, I turned over and looked at him.
"Because I have no idea how I'm going to get home! My mom's there, and Chanel, and more skittles…" I trailed off, and tried to hold back tears. I was not going to be a sissy.
"Who is Chanel?" Legolas asked quietly. I bit my lip.
"She's my best friend. She was the person who got me into Tolkien. She has shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. Her favorite things to do are pull pranks on people and read. We've known each other for forever. The night I disappeared, I was going to go and watch a Lord of the Rings marathon with her." I looked at him. Dang! The elf was staring right at me. I ducked my head.
"And your father?" I glared at him in response.
"I'm tired. Goodnight." I turned over and stared at the wall angrily. Breaking point had been passed.
I woke up uncomfortable. For some reason, sleeping in a tree made me happier than sleeping in a cave. Weird… I sat up as quiet as possible. I could make out the sun rising through the mouth of the cave. I looked over at Legolas. The blonde elf was still asleep. Either he's an insult to his kind, or they're all like this. I thought grinning. He looked a bit like Orlando Bloom, I noted, but not the same. He had a different facial structure than the actor… not like I cared or anything… but no time for thinking about that stuff! Prankster time! Reaching into my bag, I found exactly what I needed- a bottle filled with water. I'd needed water for gym class, and, of course, that was when I had been switched into health class and therefore hadn't needed it. Reaching over the space between us, I took the cap off the bottle and water spilled all over him. With a gasp, he sat up as fast as lightning. His hair was soaked, and he took a second to take in his surroundings before giving me an evil eye that could make Sauron cry for mommy.
"Why did you do that?!" he growled. I had never seen him so mad, even when I threw him off the tree. Then, he was more annoyed than angry. I shrank back a bit. "Because it's my daily ritual to ruin somebody's sleep?" I replied/asked, knowing that talking back never helped, but I never really cared what adults said so why listen now?
If a dripping wet blonde elf could look murderous, Legolas was doing so and rocking it. "Do not ever do that again." He hissed, and stomped out of the cave leaving me rattled. Sure we had fought and such, but the dude had never been so hostile and scary. I had to admit, he had scared the living daylights out of me. I sat still for a minute or so trying to calm down. What if he just kept walking and left me to my devices? Oh my god, he could be gone by now! I scrambled up and speed walked outside. I didn't see him anywhere. Okay… let's think rationally. You're all alone on Middle Earth. Rivendell is a day's walk away. How are you going to get there?
And that was when I noticed the footprints. They were way too light for any normal man, but they were obviously somebody's shoes. Thank goodness it had rained the night before, making every footprint visible. I started walking
A/N: That was five pages! *gasps in shock* oh dear me I think I've gone mad! Heh heh, already was :D. Anyway, this is a perfect example of taking it too far… something I do regularly! And dear me, did I reference Percy Jackson in the story?! :D I'M JUST BEING TOO CRAZY! XD sorry everybody, the hallucinations will stop soon ;) And to all who are wondering why Legolas freaked out so much when Skyla dumped the water on him, that shall come *wiggle* later in the story. GASP! Could he have dyed his hair blonde?! Was he wearing face paint?! And yes, it was sort of cruel to have him leave her all alone… but I'm mentally insane so I can't help it *giggle* Wait.. *has strange mental image of Sauron having a mom* D: SCARY!
