Perpetually Yours: Chapter 1
Arriving at the theater, Miranda pulled into the parking lot and the girls got out of the car.
"Ahhh, the time is now!" Fiona sighed. "The last time we'll see the bestest movie ever!"
"What? Oh, yea, I know!" Miranda said looking up from her book. Out of no where, she tripped on a ditch in the road and grabbed Fiona's arm, pulling her down as well. As she fell, she spat out an elvin word and the both landed.
Two minuets later . . .
"Um, okay?" Fiona said sitting up and rubbing her head. She turned and saw her friend groggily rubbing her eyes as in disbelief.
"Fi, I don't think this is anywhere in Milwaukee!" Miranda whispered with wide eyes.
"Randy, I know we're not in Milwaukee anymore. It looks like . . . " she started, "It can't be!"
"I think it is." Miranda said as her eyes darted around. "We're in Rivendell!" she gasped, looking back at her comrade.
"Well how the hell did we get here!" Fiona shouted.
"Shhh! Lower your voice, I don't think we want to be discovered." Miranda whispered. "I dunno how we got here, and I don't think it's a dream, or at least I've never had a dream this vivid!" She thought.
"Well, what are we supposed to do now? We wont get to see the movie!" Fiona sighed.
"Forget the movie! We're in the book!" She laughed, and then she stopped.
"What? What's wrong?" Fiona questioned, a little worried.
"Um, your hair is getting all curly and stuff! And it's getting darker!" Miranda said shocked. "And I think you're getting smaller!" Fiona touched her head, and then looked at her hands and feet.
"Omigosh! My feet are getting all hairy! Randy! You've got those crazy elf ears going on! And your eyes are turning blue!" She said starting to freak out.
Miranda's hair grew down her back, and her poster was much more apparent. She stood up and felt incredibly light on her feet.
"Fi! Do you realize what's happening? We're turning into our characters from that ad on assignment we had for English!" Miranda said, half smiling. "Do you think the story will play out the same way?"
"Well, I don't think it will be exactly like our stories, but it will definitely change with the addition of new characters." Fiona said. "And if we're at this point in Rivendell, that means the council isn't until tomorrow, and the feast should be tonight." She said grinning.
"Well then. What are we supposed to do? Just walk in there? We're still in our non-middle earth clothes!" Miranda said, stating the obvious. "And we, or at least I, can't keep my regular name. I need a elven name!"
"Um, hullo! Does Gorannaiel ring a bell?" Fiona laughed.
"Yea, but I don't even know what it means, I got it from a stupid name generator!"
"Don't worry about that, just make up last name that would make sense for you. You know a little bit of elvish."
"Wrong, I know elvish fluently now remember, I'm and elf." She laughed. "I guess you're right. What about using rain princess, since I use that so much!"
"That's perfect! What is it in elvish?"
"Um, it roughly translates to Rossrien. Gorannaiel Rossrien. Sounds good. But you, you can't be Fiona Baggins."
"I know, I figure I won't say my last name, I'll just say who's daughter I am and we'll be done with that!" Fiona smiled.
"And who's daughter are you?" Miranda asked with a smile.
"I haven't figured that one out yet either." Fiona huffed, as they both quietly laughed. "So, should we make our way to the city?"
"I think so. But what are we going to do about our garments?" Miranda questioned cocking her head toward her friend.
"Well, we'll sneak in, and hopefully find someplace that has a bunch of clothes in it, and change." Fiona said thoughtfully.
"Hullo! Sneak in??? I highly doubt that's possible. There have to be tons of guardsmen surrounding the city!"
"Then we'll just have to do it very carefully then, won't we?" Fiona smiled, as she stood and stretched her now shorter legs. "This is going to take awhile to get used to!" She laughed, looking over to Miranda, who was playing with her new ears!
"I love them! Oh, yea, it'll take a while!" She smiled, and they both began to make their way toward the city. Miranda looked around with her new keen eyes, to make sure there weren't any other elves on the watch. They luckily made their way into the city, and lurked around for some source of clothes.
"Look, over there, I think it's some sort of laundry room."
"Whoa! You want me to wear someone's dirty clothes!" Fiona said, sounding dismayed.
"Um, and do you have a better idea?"
"No, no, I don't think I do." She said. Miranda shook her head and they went ahead to look for something to wear.
"Well now! Just your luck miss Fiona! A hobbit sized dress, just for you." She handed the dress down to Fiona and found an outfit for herself. "Now, if this starts to play out like our story, we're going to have to go see Elrond. But we should probably seek him out any way. What do you think?"
"What was that?" Fiona said stopping to listen.
"Are we not listening?'' Miranda laughed, and then quieted, as she realized that there was someone coming their way.
"Mess your hair a tad; you look to neat to be a hobbit!" Miranda said as she fixed her clothes.
"Omg! Who do you think it is?" Fiona asked getting nervous.
"I don't know, just, calm down!"
Arriving at the theater, Miranda pulled into the parking lot and the girls got out of the car.
"Ahhh, the time is now!" Fiona sighed. "The last time we'll see the bestest movie ever!"
"What? Oh, yea, I know!" Miranda said looking up from her book. Out of no where, she tripped on a ditch in the road and grabbed Fiona's arm, pulling her down as well. As she fell, she spat out an elvin word and the both landed.
Two minuets later . . .
"Um, okay?" Fiona said sitting up and rubbing her head. She turned and saw her friend groggily rubbing her eyes as in disbelief.
"Fi, I don't think this is anywhere in Milwaukee!" Miranda whispered with wide eyes.
"Randy, I know we're not in Milwaukee anymore. It looks like . . . " she started, "It can't be!"
"I think it is." Miranda said as her eyes darted around. "We're in Rivendell!" she gasped, looking back at her comrade.
"Well how the hell did we get here!" Fiona shouted.
"Shhh! Lower your voice, I don't think we want to be discovered." Miranda whispered. "I dunno how we got here, and I don't think it's a dream, or at least I've never had a dream this vivid!" She thought.
"Well, what are we supposed to do now? We wont get to see the movie!" Fiona sighed.
"Forget the movie! We're in the book!" She laughed, and then she stopped.
"What? What's wrong?" Fiona questioned, a little worried.
"Um, your hair is getting all curly and stuff! And it's getting darker!" Miranda said shocked. "And I think you're getting smaller!" Fiona touched her head, and then looked at her hands and feet.
"Omigosh! My feet are getting all hairy! Randy! You've got those crazy elf ears going on! And your eyes are turning blue!" She said starting to freak out.
Miranda's hair grew down her back, and her poster was much more apparent. She stood up and felt incredibly light on her feet.
"Fi! Do you realize what's happening? We're turning into our characters from that ad on assignment we had for English!" Miranda said, half smiling. "Do you think the story will play out the same way?"
"Well, I don't think it will be exactly like our stories, but it will definitely change with the addition of new characters." Fiona said. "And if we're at this point in Rivendell, that means the council isn't until tomorrow, and the feast should be tonight." She said grinning.
"Well then. What are we supposed to do? Just walk in there? We're still in our non-middle earth clothes!" Miranda said, stating the obvious. "And we, or at least I, can't keep my regular name. I need a elven name!"
"Um, hullo! Does Gorannaiel ring a bell?" Fiona laughed.
"Yea, but I don't even know what it means, I got it from a stupid name generator!"
"Don't worry about that, just make up last name that would make sense for you. You know a little bit of elvish."
"Wrong, I know elvish fluently now remember, I'm and elf." She laughed. "I guess you're right. What about using rain princess, since I use that so much!"
"That's perfect! What is it in elvish?"
"Um, it roughly translates to Rossrien. Gorannaiel Rossrien. Sounds good. But you, you can't be Fiona Baggins."
"I know, I figure I won't say my last name, I'll just say who's daughter I am and we'll be done with that!" Fiona smiled.
"And who's daughter are you?" Miranda asked with a smile.
"I haven't figured that one out yet either." Fiona huffed, as they both quietly laughed. "So, should we make our way to the city?"
"I think so. But what are we going to do about our garments?" Miranda questioned cocking her head toward her friend.
"Well, we'll sneak in, and hopefully find someplace that has a bunch of clothes in it, and change." Fiona said thoughtfully.
"Hullo! Sneak in??? I highly doubt that's possible. There have to be tons of guardsmen surrounding the city!"
"Then we'll just have to do it very carefully then, won't we?" Fiona smiled, as she stood and stretched her now shorter legs. "This is going to take awhile to get used to!" She laughed, looking over to Miranda, who was playing with her new ears!
"I love them! Oh, yea, it'll take a while!" She smiled, and they both began to make their way toward the city. Miranda looked around with her new keen eyes, to make sure there weren't any other elves on the watch. They luckily made their way into the city, and lurked around for some source of clothes.
"Look, over there, I think it's some sort of laundry room."
"Whoa! You want me to wear someone's dirty clothes!" Fiona said, sounding dismayed.
"Um, and do you have a better idea?"
"No, no, I don't think I do." She said. Miranda shook her head and they went ahead to look for something to wear.
"Well now! Just your luck miss Fiona! A hobbit sized dress, just for you." She handed the dress down to Fiona and found an outfit for herself. "Now, if this starts to play out like our story, we're going to have to go see Elrond. But we should probably seek him out any way. What do you think?"
"What was that?" Fiona said stopping to listen.
"Are we not listening?'' Miranda laughed, and then quieted, as she realized that there was someone coming their way.
"Mess your hair a tad; you look to neat to be a hobbit!" Miranda said as she fixed her clothes.
"Omg! Who do you think it is?" Fiona asked getting nervous.
"I don't know, just, calm down!"
