A/N: Isn't he sweet and romantic and wonderful? Aren't all you girls
jealous? Muahahaha! He's mine! All mine! My own! My Precioussssssssss.
Yesssss, we lovesss him we doesssss. More than sassshimi.
Alexandra: Thanks a lot, we're so glad you like the story. *takes cookies away to save them for other reviewers* No more cookies! I don't trust you, you'll eat them all and the other reviewers won't get any.
Ilana sat in her room, drumming her fingers on the desk. Occasionally she'd fiddle with the quill pen, but mostly she sat there and thought over and over again about the kiss. It was what she had dreamed about, wasn't it? A guy who would kiss her and tell her that she was beautiful and that he loved her. That had always been something she dreamed about. Sure Ilana had crushed on a few boys in Middle School, but after the first few rejections it seems to be a goal beyond her reach. By high school she had all but given up any hopes of ever having a relationship, so she made other plans and kept herself busy and didn't think about it. She Role-Played characters that were either intimidating or annoying, so even other Role-Players tended not to try and be her friend and if they were it was strictly platonic.
After a few more minutes she got up and started exploring the room to get her mind off things. There was a cupboard filled with nice dresses, but all were too long for her. Then she remembered that it was a simple matter to hem them and she could probably just ask for help. After looking at the dresses some more, she realized that many of them would be far too elaborate to put on by her-self and thought that maybe she'd need help for more than just hemming. Sighing, Ilana put the dresses away and began looking in drawers. Most were empty and available for her to put her own things in, but a few had clothes suitable for fighting in. There were breeches, leggings, tunics, blouses, vests, and all in soft woolen fabrics or leather. Finally in another drawer was what she was looking for, pajamas.
After dressing for bed, she located a comb of sorts and ran it though a few times to get the tangles out and inspected her self briefly in the mirror. Is my hair darker? She thought to herself. Nah, it's probably the lighting. With that thoughts she blew out the candles and climbed into bed, climbed because the bed was large even by Elf standards and Ilana was short for a human. She sat on the bed and was about to pull out the blankets when an evil thought struck her. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, she bounced on the bed and giggled quietly. Once she'd had her fun, Ilana pulled the covers up and drifted off to dreams about Elves, screaming Sergeants, and most of all, Matt.
Early in the morning, before the sun rose, Ilana woke up. Deciding to get a head start on the day and do some thinking about Matt. She went over to the chest of drawers and donned a pair of deep blue leggings and a matching tunic. After some more searching she located a pair of soft leather shoes and set off. It wasn't long before she reached a beautiful spot that over- looked the valley and she stood in thought. To start a relationship so soon and in the midst of these events didn't seem like a smart thing to do. Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and the others would all survive except for Boromir. But, her and Matt's fate had no such guarantee.
She thought a bit longer, debating the situation. Should we go on the quest? To die? She loved him, really. Everything about him seemed right and not once in the single year they had known each other had she any complaint. She continued to stand in thought, wondering if they'd live long enough to enjoy their relationship. The sun rose in a glorious display of pink and gold and bathed Ilana in its warm rays. After a bit she turned and headed back to the buildings. As she walked down the halls, she ran into Glorfindel who smiled and gave a slight bow.
"My lady, you are up quite early. Did you enjoy the sunrise." She snorted and shook her head with amusement.
"Oh please, I'm not a lady. If you truly want to be correct in addressing me, Cadet Dunkle is my proper title. The sunset was lovely, my lord. Thank you for asking." Glorfindel smiled at this and raised an eyebrow.
"So, you are in the military? Prince Legolas mentioned something of the sort. Very well, Cadet. I should inform you that there will be a Council Meeting today that you and Matt may wish to attend. Lord Elrond has said he would like your presence there if that is agreeable. Will you inform Matt, or shall I?" He looked at her expectantly as she tried to think of an answer.
"Oh, umm. Yes, I'll tell him. Thank you for informing me." She gave a brief salute and ran back to her room.
Once inside, she thought about how she would deal with Matt. She'd never had a boyfriend and wasn't exactly sure of how to be a girlfriend. Was she supposed to act in a certain way, or did she just continue as if they were friends? Finally, she got up her nerve and went to Matt's room. She knocked sharply on the door, trying to think of what she'd say. When the door opened suddenly, her first thought was. Cursed Dark-Elf! Is he trying to scare me to death?! The thought was squashed down and mentally she noted it as a very odd response, though she thought it might be a sign of Internet withdrawal seeing how she hadn't been online for over a week.
"Yes?" Matt's voice jerked her out of her thoughts and she hesitantly smiled.
"Hi, the Council of Elrond is today.we need to talk." Inwardly she berated herself for not phrasing it better and sounding so stiff and formal. He smiled and let her in, closing the door behind her and they seated themselves in a couple of chairs. Ilana looked down at her hands for a moment and then spoke.
"Well. What are we going to do? Back in our world I was counting on being in the Air force and you being in college when we met. I'd only just be turning 18 and I was counting on several years before anything serious really happened. Now, we're in Middle Earth. We are considered adults by human standards, Shakespeare's Juliet was 14 when she met Romeo, and I'm 16. You're 18. Then there's the Fellowship, they hold the meeting today. Do we go? Do we stay? If we go, do we change things? Do we die and disappear? We can't go back, we're dead in our own world. What if we don't go on the quest and something happens to the Fellowship and Middle Earth is destroyed?"
Matt looked thoughtful after her outburst and spent a few minutes just thinking. Finally, he spoke. "Whatever you decide I'll go by, I love you and I want you to be happy. As for the Fellowship, I think we should go. It's what has happened in all the Fanfics and it makes the most sense. Why else would we just happen to end up here in time to join the Fellowship?"
Ilana felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders and ran over to Matt and gave him a big hug. After a few minutes they broke apart and walked to breakfast, chatting quietly and happily all the way. Once there, they enjoyed a large meal with the Hobbits and a few of the Elves.
Alexandra: Thanks a lot, we're so glad you like the story. *takes cookies away to save them for other reviewers* No more cookies! I don't trust you, you'll eat them all and the other reviewers won't get any.
Ilana sat in her room, drumming her fingers on the desk. Occasionally she'd fiddle with the quill pen, but mostly she sat there and thought over and over again about the kiss. It was what she had dreamed about, wasn't it? A guy who would kiss her and tell her that she was beautiful and that he loved her. That had always been something she dreamed about. Sure Ilana had crushed on a few boys in Middle School, but after the first few rejections it seems to be a goal beyond her reach. By high school she had all but given up any hopes of ever having a relationship, so she made other plans and kept herself busy and didn't think about it. She Role-Played characters that were either intimidating or annoying, so even other Role-Players tended not to try and be her friend and if they were it was strictly platonic.
After a few more minutes she got up and started exploring the room to get her mind off things. There was a cupboard filled with nice dresses, but all were too long for her. Then she remembered that it was a simple matter to hem them and she could probably just ask for help. After looking at the dresses some more, she realized that many of them would be far too elaborate to put on by her-self and thought that maybe she'd need help for more than just hemming. Sighing, Ilana put the dresses away and began looking in drawers. Most were empty and available for her to put her own things in, but a few had clothes suitable for fighting in. There were breeches, leggings, tunics, blouses, vests, and all in soft woolen fabrics or leather. Finally in another drawer was what she was looking for, pajamas.
After dressing for bed, she located a comb of sorts and ran it though a few times to get the tangles out and inspected her self briefly in the mirror. Is my hair darker? She thought to herself. Nah, it's probably the lighting. With that thoughts she blew out the candles and climbed into bed, climbed because the bed was large even by Elf standards and Ilana was short for a human. She sat on the bed and was about to pull out the blankets when an evil thought struck her. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, she bounced on the bed and giggled quietly. Once she'd had her fun, Ilana pulled the covers up and drifted off to dreams about Elves, screaming Sergeants, and most of all, Matt.
Early in the morning, before the sun rose, Ilana woke up. Deciding to get a head start on the day and do some thinking about Matt. She went over to the chest of drawers and donned a pair of deep blue leggings and a matching tunic. After some more searching she located a pair of soft leather shoes and set off. It wasn't long before she reached a beautiful spot that over- looked the valley and she stood in thought. To start a relationship so soon and in the midst of these events didn't seem like a smart thing to do. Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and the others would all survive except for Boromir. But, her and Matt's fate had no such guarantee.
She thought a bit longer, debating the situation. Should we go on the quest? To die? She loved him, really. Everything about him seemed right and not once in the single year they had known each other had she any complaint. She continued to stand in thought, wondering if they'd live long enough to enjoy their relationship. The sun rose in a glorious display of pink and gold and bathed Ilana in its warm rays. After a bit she turned and headed back to the buildings. As she walked down the halls, she ran into Glorfindel who smiled and gave a slight bow.
"My lady, you are up quite early. Did you enjoy the sunrise." She snorted and shook her head with amusement.
"Oh please, I'm not a lady. If you truly want to be correct in addressing me, Cadet Dunkle is my proper title. The sunset was lovely, my lord. Thank you for asking." Glorfindel smiled at this and raised an eyebrow.
"So, you are in the military? Prince Legolas mentioned something of the sort. Very well, Cadet. I should inform you that there will be a Council Meeting today that you and Matt may wish to attend. Lord Elrond has said he would like your presence there if that is agreeable. Will you inform Matt, or shall I?" He looked at her expectantly as she tried to think of an answer.
"Oh, umm. Yes, I'll tell him. Thank you for informing me." She gave a brief salute and ran back to her room.
Once inside, she thought about how she would deal with Matt. She'd never had a boyfriend and wasn't exactly sure of how to be a girlfriend. Was she supposed to act in a certain way, or did she just continue as if they were friends? Finally, she got up her nerve and went to Matt's room. She knocked sharply on the door, trying to think of what she'd say. When the door opened suddenly, her first thought was. Cursed Dark-Elf! Is he trying to scare me to death?! The thought was squashed down and mentally she noted it as a very odd response, though she thought it might be a sign of Internet withdrawal seeing how she hadn't been online for over a week.
"Yes?" Matt's voice jerked her out of her thoughts and she hesitantly smiled.
"Hi, the Council of Elrond is today.we need to talk." Inwardly she berated herself for not phrasing it better and sounding so stiff and formal. He smiled and let her in, closing the door behind her and they seated themselves in a couple of chairs. Ilana looked down at her hands for a moment and then spoke.
"Well. What are we going to do? Back in our world I was counting on being in the Air force and you being in college when we met. I'd only just be turning 18 and I was counting on several years before anything serious really happened. Now, we're in Middle Earth. We are considered adults by human standards, Shakespeare's Juliet was 14 when she met Romeo, and I'm 16. You're 18. Then there's the Fellowship, they hold the meeting today. Do we go? Do we stay? If we go, do we change things? Do we die and disappear? We can't go back, we're dead in our own world. What if we don't go on the quest and something happens to the Fellowship and Middle Earth is destroyed?"
Matt looked thoughtful after her outburst and spent a few minutes just thinking. Finally, he spoke. "Whatever you decide I'll go by, I love you and I want you to be happy. As for the Fellowship, I think we should go. It's what has happened in all the Fanfics and it makes the most sense. Why else would we just happen to end up here in time to join the Fellowship?"
Ilana felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders and ran over to Matt and gave him a big hug. After a few minutes they broke apart and walked to breakfast, chatting quietly and happily all the way. Once there, they enjoyed a large meal with the Hobbits and a few of the Elves.