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4 Pada ned i glawar, Elvellon

(Walk in the Sunshine, friend)



Chapter Three

The Metamorphosis Begins

"Grace! Cassandra! Come here and take a look at this!!!" Orlan\Laigolas shouted excitedly, looking in the mirror to confirm it.

Grace and Cassandra zoomed into the room.

"What?! What's the matter Orlan?" Grace asked, fearing something was wrong.

He pointed at his ears.

"My ears! My ears! Their pointy! The spell worked!!!" he yelled happily, grabbing Cassandra and jumping up and down.

The fourteen year old boy was metamorphisising into a full blown elf!

"Look at your ears! Cassandra look at your ears! Grace! Look! You too!" he cried.

They too were metamorphisising.

"Damn! It's time to go to work!" Cassandra cursed as she noticed the clock.

"Shit! 7'oclock! We gotta leave!" Grace cried.

Since they didn't have a car, they had to run all the way to Galadriel's Magic Shoppe.

"Nice ears Laigolas." Galadriel greeted them, not even looking up for the book she was writing in.

Orlan grinned from pointy ear to pointy ear.

The day went by too quickly for their liking. Galadriel was a gracious employer, pleasant to be around. When she began closing up the shop, they all three groaned in unison.

"Time to leave already?" Grace said, holding onto an elven spellbook protectively.

"Yes Gilgalad. It is time to leave. I will see you tomorrow?"

"Yes Lady Galadriel." all three said.

Galadriel watched as the two girls started to run down the street, their friend, roommate, and protector watching them carefully.

Aaah Legolas, what a fine man you're son has turned out to be!!

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Morning light danced over Grace's features. Orlan sat in a chair in the corner, watching over his best friends in the entire world. He was just thinking how they would look as elves, when the pain began. Evidently, Cassandra and Grace felt it too. They thrashed wildly in their sleep.

Fire seemed to race up his arms and legs. The pain spread over his belly and back, through every cell and vein in his body. As suddenly as it had come, it was over. Grace and Cassandra were sitting up, rubbing their limbs and shivering.

"I think," Orlan said. "We're elves now."

Cassandra nodded in painful agreement.

"Shall we go to work then?"

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Galadriel's shop...

"Rough morning?" Galadriel asked sympathetically.

They all nodded, holding a sore limb or achy head.

"It'll be gone soon." she said condolingly.

At about noon, Galadriel and her three young employee's sat down for lunch.

"It will be time to end the World's suffering, and bring back Middle Earth soon." Galadriel said.

Orlan nodded, putting down his sandwich.

"How can we do it?" Cassandra asked. "Bring back Middle Earth, that is."

Galadriel looked round at the three eager faces of the teenager's around her, Orlan in his torn jeans and sleeveless t-shirt, Grace in her similarly torn clothes, and Cassandra in black. Could these possibly be the Three to bring back the Elves from the Havens?

"I shall show you." she said in a soft voice.