Okay everyone, the first chapter is rather mild, and this chapter and maybe
one or two others are the only ones where it is in first person in the eyes
of Indil. I hope you like it!
As I was sitting on bench, reading my favorite fantasy novel on a corner in New York City on one side of Rockefeller center, pondering the meanings of life and who I am, I thought of how funny it would be to see fantasy characters from a brilliantly made story or tale appear on the other side of Rockefeller center. Being a big fan of fantasy myself, I began to imagine what it would be like if that did happen, and of what species they would be. It would be so funny to see a story in the papers about talking unicorns and dragons being tamed by rabid dwarves.
I decided that I could sketch out a picture of my thought later, but I really wanted to finish reading for now. A couple minutes later I was abruptly snapped out of my reading trail of thought by a sneering comment made by a much too well known voice.
"Hey, Indil! Nose stuck in that book again? You should try to make those pointy ears of yours disappear by all those magical shit in those, what are they…Oh yes, crappy old made up fantasy stuff. There is a thing called reality you know!!"
As a habit of saying a quick comeback, I replied "Maybe if you actually read a book once in a while you would know just how enlightening it is, and I wouldn't have to deal with all of your incessant questioning. You hardly irritate me and you are but a single fly, buzzing too much. I would think you wise to leave me be."
"I would think about reading a book, but you are just too weird to encourage me to do so!! Reading books is what probably made you so different!! I don't want to have pointed ears or be like you at all!!"
I decided to ignore him. I had grown used to my pointed ears and I liked them far better than rounded ears like his, but I wasn't about to say anything. I also liked my qualities, and I didn't think too many people would mind befriend me if they could get past the ears. What is wrong with long red hair, great archery skills, a smooth flowing voice, and many years of youth? I had realized that it ran in my family to have a very long life. I guess my ignoring paid off as well, for after about 2 minutes of waiting for me to react he left.
I had read another chapter in the book when I was immediately thrown out of all attention to the book and my whole body cringed. As I looked around to see what happened, I saw a black hole close up, and nine strange looking companions on the other side of Rockefeller center. I guessed they were foreigners and I had imagined the black hole. Yet, for some reason, I could not take my eyes off this group and especially not off of one blonde haired guy, who suddenly met my glance.
It was strange, for though he was only looking at me as many others had, there was a softness and wondering tone to his eye contact with me, and he seemed to know all that I was thinking. I began to fear just who he was and, what may happen because it is not usual to see strangely dressed people looking at you in this part of New York. I started walking away, but for some reason I knew that I had to stop.
I turned around after several minutes of thinking, and saw him standing behind me. That was what made me really scared, but what did calm me was the way he looked at me.
He then spoke to me, "Excuse me, my lady, would you happen to know which part of Middle-Earth we are in? For we happen to be lost, and we do not know of this place."
"What is Middle-Earth, and who are you that you confront me of all people n this place?"
"I am Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, and this land is called Middle-Earth, is it not?"
"Mirkwood? Now I am really out of this conversation. This isn't Middle- Earth, it's just plain Earth. How could you not know that and still be here?"
He then turned around to his companions and spoke to them inaudibly to my very keen ears. When he turned back around to face me, he spoke once more.
"As I have stated before, me and my companions are lost and we do not know this place. Is there anywhere we could speak with you without being heard by all these 'men'?"
"I am of the so called 'race of man', you dare disgrace yourself and everyone living on earth by saying 'man' is a bad thing?"
His only response was, "My how this is much different. Now can you take us to a place where we can explain some things to you?"
I beckoned for them to follow me, and they did as I led them to my apartment. I walked upstairs with them still in pursuit of me and I opened the door. When they were all in, I shut and locked the door and told them to sit down. When they did so, I asked them of what race they all were, as they could call 'man' in such a way.
A man, whom I distinctly could tell apart from the rest, for he seemed to be much more noble, spoke to me and said, "In this company, of Middle- Earth, we have four hobbits, two men, one dwarf, and one elf. And you yourself, young lady, remind me of an elf."
"This is a strange coincidence for I was just reading a book concerning all of your species, including the hobbits. May I ask all of you to stay here tonight as to explain to me the meanings of what you have said to me, for I am surely lost in all of this information, which seems to come out of a fantasy story. If you decide to stay, I will explain to you where you are, and whatever you wish to know of what I can tell you. And since elves are fantasy creatures, I could not possibly be one, though I may resemble it in your eyes."
The last part of the statement I said directed at the man, but everything before it, I was captured in Legolas's eyes. I didn't know why I said all of that, for if I wasn't senseless, any girl in New York city would have told these travelers to get a hotel, yet something about this 'elf', made me refrain from doing so.
That night, when almost all of the company was asleep, I couldn't help but question myself as to why they said I resembled an elf. It was all extremely strange in my mind. But after I had asked myself that, I couldn't stop thinking of the elf, Legolas. He was so, different from me, and yet the at the same time, so much like me.
As I was sitting on bench, reading my favorite fantasy novel on a corner in New York City on one side of Rockefeller center, pondering the meanings of life and who I am, I thought of how funny it would be to see fantasy characters from a brilliantly made story or tale appear on the other side of Rockefeller center. Being a big fan of fantasy myself, I began to imagine what it would be like if that did happen, and of what species they would be. It would be so funny to see a story in the papers about talking unicorns and dragons being tamed by rabid dwarves.
I decided that I could sketch out a picture of my thought later, but I really wanted to finish reading for now. A couple minutes later I was abruptly snapped out of my reading trail of thought by a sneering comment made by a much too well known voice.
"Hey, Indil! Nose stuck in that book again? You should try to make those pointy ears of yours disappear by all those magical shit in those, what are they…Oh yes, crappy old made up fantasy stuff. There is a thing called reality you know!!"
As a habit of saying a quick comeback, I replied "Maybe if you actually read a book once in a while you would know just how enlightening it is, and I wouldn't have to deal with all of your incessant questioning. You hardly irritate me and you are but a single fly, buzzing too much. I would think you wise to leave me be."
"I would think about reading a book, but you are just too weird to encourage me to do so!! Reading books is what probably made you so different!! I don't want to have pointed ears or be like you at all!!"
I decided to ignore him. I had grown used to my pointed ears and I liked them far better than rounded ears like his, but I wasn't about to say anything. I also liked my qualities, and I didn't think too many people would mind befriend me if they could get past the ears. What is wrong with long red hair, great archery skills, a smooth flowing voice, and many years of youth? I had realized that it ran in my family to have a very long life. I guess my ignoring paid off as well, for after about 2 minutes of waiting for me to react he left.
I had read another chapter in the book when I was immediately thrown out of all attention to the book and my whole body cringed. As I looked around to see what happened, I saw a black hole close up, and nine strange looking companions on the other side of Rockefeller center. I guessed they were foreigners and I had imagined the black hole. Yet, for some reason, I could not take my eyes off this group and especially not off of one blonde haired guy, who suddenly met my glance.
It was strange, for though he was only looking at me as many others had, there was a softness and wondering tone to his eye contact with me, and he seemed to know all that I was thinking. I began to fear just who he was and, what may happen because it is not usual to see strangely dressed people looking at you in this part of New York. I started walking away, but for some reason I knew that I had to stop.
I turned around after several minutes of thinking, and saw him standing behind me. That was what made me really scared, but what did calm me was the way he looked at me.
He then spoke to me, "Excuse me, my lady, would you happen to know which part of Middle-Earth we are in? For we happen to be lost, and we do not know of this place."
"What is Middle-Earth, and who are you that you confront me of all people n this place?"
"I am Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, and this land is called Middle-Earth, is it not?"
"Mirkwood? Now I am really out of this conversation. This isn't Middle- Earth, it's just plain Earth. How could you not know that and still be here?"
He then turned around to his companions and spoke to them inaudibly to my very keen ears. When he turned back around to face me, he spoke once more.
"As I have stated before, me and my companions are lost and we do not know this place. Is there anywhere we could speak with you without being heard by all these 'men'?"
"I am of the so called 'race of man', you dare disgrace yourself and everyone living on earth by saying 'man' is a bad thing?"
His only response was, "My how this is much different. Now can you take us to a place where we can explain some things to you?"
I beckoned for them to follow me, and they did as I led them to my apartment. I walked upstairs with them still in pursuit of me and I opened the door. When they were all in, I shut and locked the door and told them to sit down. When they did so, I asked them of what race they all were, as they could call 'man' in such a way.
A man, whom I distinctly could tell apart from the rest, for he seemed to be much more noble, spoke to me and said, "In this company, of Middle- Earth, we have four hobbits, two men, one dwarf, and one elf. And you yourself, young lady, remind me of an elf."
"This is a strange coincidence for I was just reading a book concerning all of your species, including the hobbits. May I ask all of you to stay here tonight as to explain to me the meanings of what you have said to me, for I am surely lost in all of this information, which seems to come out of a fantasy story. If you decide to stay, I will explain to you where you are, and whatever you wish to know of what I can tell you. And since elves are fantasy creatures, I could not possibly be one, though I may resemble it in your eyes."
The last part of the statement I said directed at the man, but everything before it, I was captured in Legolas's eyes. I didn't know why I said all of that, for if I wasn't senseless, any girl in New York city would have told these travelers to get a hotel, yet something about this 'elf', made me refrain from doing so.
That night, when almost all of the company was asleep, I couldn't help but question myself as to why they said I resembled an elf. It was all extremely strange in my mind. But after I had asked myself that, I couldn't stop thinking of the elf, Legolas. He was so, different from me, and yet the at the same time, so much like me.