A/N: Don't you dare listen to Matt! He's brilliant! In fact, lets have a
nice little vote.
Everyone who thinks Matt is the better writer type, "I have an affinity for spiders." Into their review.
Everyone who think I'm the better writer type "Eeeeekk! SPIDERS!!!"
Ox King: You'll see, you'll see. *Cackles evilly.*
Alexandra: Thank you! Your wish is my command!
Divad Relffhes: thank you so much. We update ASAP, but school has to come first sometimes.
Ilana's POV: Chapter 5
When Ilana woke in the morning her first thought was that she had to get online to talk to Matt, that dream had to be the worst she'd had in awhile. The second she opened her eyes; she realized that it hadn't been a dream and she wasn't going to be able to talk to Matt for a very long time. She groaned as she sat up, wincing at the pain in her hindquarters from all the riding and then sleeping on the ground.
"Ohhh man, I am so not an outdoors girl. Stupid horses, stupid Elves, stupid car, STUPID FATE!!! I know it was you! You just had to do it! It wasn't enough that we lived in separate countries, huh?! You have to frickin send me to another world?! Why didn't you just kill me?! WHY?!!!" At the last part Legolas appeared from somewhere nearby asking if she was all right. At first she wanted to tell him it wasn't any of his business, but she calmed down and realized he was just trying to be helpful. After a few moments she started telling Legolas about Matt, how he had lived in another country and how it seemed that every time things seemed to be going well something happened to separate them. He nodded his head sympathetically and said some comforting words, though he had very little understanding of the teenager.
After a few minutes Legolas handed her a piece of lembas and started to pick up camp. As they did so, a thought occurred to Ilana. "Hey, Legolas? Can you teach me to fight?" He looked intrigued, but skeptical.
"I was under the impression that you were already training to be a soldier, is that not true?" He looked amused and Ilana glared at him.
"I have had a minor amount of training in the area of and to hand combat, but in my world we do not use the weapons you are so fond of and I am still considered too young to use the weapons used in battle." She looked at Legolas expectantly and he finally sighed, agreeing with her request.
For the rest of the day they traveled, Legolas explaining the basics of the various weapons while they rode. At about noon they stopped and Legolas pulled out a few weapons, requesting her to select one. She eyed them over eagerly and after a short time she selected a large knife. He looked at her oddly for a moment and shrugged it off. They spent the next several hours going over everything from how to spot a mistake in someone's defense to how to hold the knife without cutting yourself. Legolas stopped her and she looked around, finally noticing how late it was and she reluctantly settled down to help set up camp. When all was said and done, she decided that she was going to pay Legolas back for all the cuts he gave her. Eventually. Sometime in the next billion years. when she was a ghost. maybe. With that thought in mind she fell asleep.
She woke up in the morning, seeing that Legolas was off doing something and started to get bored. That led to singing, which was admittedly better than chewing her nails.
Within a young girls mind I was born, on a page of text I took form. She wanted me to be what she was not, to do what she could not. I was darker than the darkest night; in the world of fantasy I was quite a sight.
I was her creation, a part of her imagination. She laughed with glee at our manipulations, discord of her own elation. I was her creation, a part of her imagination.
So full of life was I, she'd look at me and sigh. We threw caution to the wind, for I cared little if I sinned. I stormed through all the games we played, all the innocents that I slayed.
I was her creation, a part of her imagination. She laughed with glee at our manipulations, discord of her own elation. I was her creation, a part of her imagination.
I did the one thing she forbade; I loved a warrior of the blade. He knew the dark of night, a place where only he had sight. The two of us were one neither could abide the sun.
I was her creation, a part of her imagination. She cried with terror at our manipulations, discord of our own elation. I was her creation, a part of her imagination.
Together the fields of peace we sow, the seeds of war will grow. Tall and proud we will stand, in this chaos that is out land. The fires of our love have spread, never quenched until we are dead.
We were their creations, parts of their imaginations. All screamed in horror of our manipulations, products of our jubilation. We were their creations, parts of their imaginations.
I was her creation, a part of her imagination. She laughed with glee at our manipulations, discord of her own elation. I was her creation, a part of her imagination.
Ilana looked up, suddenly realizing that Legolas had returned and had been listening to her. "Sorry if I bothered you, I know my singing needs improvement." She trailed away and started picking up her things and berating herself for torturing the poor elf's ears with her singing.
Legolas laughed lightly and shook his head in amusement. "My lady, your singing does need improvement. You were using far too much air and it would improve the sound if you sat straight instead of hunched over like an old man. May I ask who the people in the song were?"
She blushed and thought a moment before answering. "I am the creator in the song, the person who is speaking is a character I made up for a story. Her love is the character belonging to Matt, we wrote several stories about our two characters. I made up the song as a school assignment." She turned away and managed to get on the horse without too much trouble, the subject of the conversation was making her uncomfortable.
For the rest of the day, Ilana and Legolas rode in silence with only a few bits of small talk to brighten the mood. At about noon they crested a hill that overlooked the valley of Imaldris; Ilana just stared in shock and wonder. It was the most beautiful place she had ever seen and the only thing she could think was that the movies did not do it justice. As they rode up and began to dismount, Ilana looked over to where some Elves were standing. She spotted someone who she guessed to be Elrond, though it was hard to tell from a distance. Mentally Ilana cursed her glasses and looked over the two other people with the Elf lord as they approached. Elrond greeted Legolas and Legolas introduced me to the three people with him.
"Lady Ilana is a visitor from a far off place, she has extensive knowledge regarding.recent events. Ilana, this is Lord Elrond, Lord Glorfindel and.I'm sorry, I do not know you.." Legolas raised his eyebrow at Elrond, waiting fro an introduction. Ilana looked at the third person after mumbling greetings to the two lords. She suddenly noticed that he was human and his hair was much shorter than anyone else's.
Elrond smiled and put a hand on the young mans shoulder. "This is Matt, he also claims to be from a place far removed from our own." Ilana gasped as the implications suddenly hit her.
Everyone who thinks Matt is the better writer type, "I have an affinity for spiders." Into their review.
Everyone who think I'm the better writer type "Eeeeekk! SPIDERS!!!"
Ox King: You'll see, you'll see. *Cackles evilly.*
Alexandra: Thank you! Your wish is my command!
Divad Relffhes: thank you so much. We update ASAP, but school has to come first sometimes.
Ilana's POV: Chapter 5
When Ilana woke in the morning her first thought was that she had to get online to talk to Matt, that dream had to be the worst she'd had in awhile. The second she opened her eyes; she realized that it hadn't been a dream and she wasn't going to be able to talk to Matt for a very long time. She groaned as she sat up, wincing at the pain in her hindquarters from all the riding and then sleeping on the ground.
"Ohhh man, I am so not an outdoors girl. Stupid horses, stupid Elves, stupid car, STUPID FATE!!! I know it was you! You just had to do it! It wasn't enough that we lived in separate countries, huh?! You have to frickin send me to another world?! Why didn't you just kill me?! WHY?!!!" At the last part Legolas appeared from somewhere nearby asking if she was all right. At first she wanted to tell him it wasn't any of his business, but she calmed down and realized he was just trying to be helpful. After a few moments she started telling Legolas about Matt, how he had lived in another country and how it seemed that every time things seemed to be going well something happened to separate them. He nodded his head sympathetically and said some comforting words, though he had very little understanding of the teenager.
After a few minutes Legolas handed her a piece of lembas and started to pick up camp. As they did so, a thought occurred to Ilana. "Hey, Legolas? Can you teach me to fight?" He looked intrigued, but skeptical.
"I was under the impression that you were already training to be a soldier, is that not true?" He looked amused and Ilana glared at him.
"I have had a minor amount of training in the area of and to hand combat, but in my world we do not use the weapons you are so fond of and I am still considered too young to use the weapons used in battle." She looked at Legolas expectantly and he finally sighed, agreeing with her request.
For the rest of the day they traveled, Legolas explaining the basics of the various weapons while they rode. At about noon they stopped and Legolas pulled out a few weapons, requesting her to select one. She eyed them over eagerly and after a short time she selected a large knife. He looked at her oddly for a moment and shrugged it off. They spent the next several hours going over everything from how to spot a mistake in someone's defense to how to hold the knife without cutting yourself. Legolas stopped her and she looked around, finally noticing how late it was and she reluctantly settled down to help set up camp. When all was said and done, she decided that she was going to pay Legolas back for all the cuts he gave her. Eventually. Sometime in the next billion years. when she was a ghost. maybe. With that thought in mind she fell asleep.
She woke up in the morning, seeing that Legolas was off doing something and started to get bored. That led to singing, which was admittedly better than chewing her nails.
Within a young girls mind I was born, on a page of text I took form. She wanted me to be what she was not, to do what she could not. I was darker than the darkest night; in the world of fantasy I was quite a sight.
I was her creation, a part of her imagination. She laughed with glee at our manipulations, discord of her own elation. I was her creation, a part of her imagination.
So full of life was I, she'd look at me and sigh. We threw caution to the wind, for I cared little if I sinned. I stormed through all the games we played, all the innocents that I slayed.
I was her creation, a part of her imagination. She laughed with glee at our manipulations, discord of her own elation. I was her creation, a part of her imagination.
I did the one thing she forbade; I loved a warrior of the blade. He knew the dark of night, a place where only he had sight. The two of us were one neither could abide the sun.
I was her creation, a part of her imagination. She cried with terror at our manipulations, discord of our own elation. I was her creation, a part of her imagination.
Together the fields of peace we sow, the seeds of war will grow. Tall and proud we will stand, in this chaos that is out land. The fires of our love have spread, never quenched until we are dead.
We were their creations, parts of their imaginations. All screamed in horror of our manipulations, products of our jubilation. We were their creations, parts of their imaginations.
I was her creation, a part of her imagination. She laughed with glee at our manipulations, discord of her own elation. I was her creation, a part of her imagination.
Ilana looked up, suddenly realizing that Legolas had returned and had been listening to her. "Sorry if I bothered you, I know my singing needs improvement." She trailed away and started picking up her things and berating herself for torturing the poor elf's ears with her singing.
Legolas laughed lightly and shook his head in amusement. "My lady, your singing does need improvement. You were using far too much air and it would improve the sound if you sat straight instead of hunched over like an old man. May I ask who the people in the song were?"
She blushed and thought a moment before answering. "I am the creator in the song, the person who is speaking is a character I made up for a story. Her love is the character belonging to Matt, we wrote several stories about our two characters. I made up the song as a school assignment." She turned away and managed to get on the horse without too much trouble, the subject of the conversation was making her uncomfortable.
For the rest of the day, Ilana and Legolas rode in silence with only a few bits of small talk to brighten the mood. At about noon they crested a hill that overlooked the valley of Imaldris; Ilana just stared in shock and wonder. It was the most beautiful place she had ever seen and the only thing she could think was that the movies did not do it justice. As they rode up and began to dismount, Ilana looked over to where some Elves were standing. She spotted someone who she guessed to be Elrond, though it was hard to tell from a distance. Mentally Ilana cursed her glasses and looked over the two other people with the Elf lord as they approached. Elrond greeted Legolas and Legolas introduced me to the three people with him.
"Lady Ilana is a visitor from a far off place, she has extensive knowledge regarding.recent events. Ilana, this is Lord Elrond, Lord Glorfindel and.I'm sorry, I do not know you.." Legolas raised his eyebrow at Elrond, waiting fro an introduction. Ilana looked at the third person after mumbling greetings to the two lords. She suddenly noticed that he was human and his hair was much shorter than anyone else's.
Elrond smiled and put a hand on the young mans shoulder. "This is Matt, he also claims to be from a place far removed from our own." Ilana gasped as the implications suddenly hit her.