Author's note
Wow! I wrote this while Margaret was in AUSTRALIA??? OMG, what a looong time ago. Well maybe not. THE YEAR HAS GONE SO QUICKLY!!!!!! UGH!!!! OMG!!!!!! I HAVE EXAMS ON TUESDAY!!!! NOOOOOO!!! Ok I'm going to stop panicking. Panicking just makes everything so much better... no, chocolate does. WHERE IS THE CHOCOLATE?! Oh dear. Ok Disclaimer: I am a poor school girl, I don't own Legolas (Man I wish I did though) nor do I own any other LOTR characters, I don't own Sparkles or 'Very Fruitful Flakes'.
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Chapter 3: Explanations.
Alice awoke the next morning hoping to find this all a dream. Any minute now Quicksilver would wake her up, Shari would jump into her room and all would be well. She would get up and go to school on this Friday morning and go off to the dance tonight. There was no elf prince from Mirkwood (wherever that was) in her house, on a mission to find a long lost, important... person. Imagination was a killer, it was probably due to the stress of exams that she made it up. She yawned and got out of bed. She would walk into Ben's old room and find the bed empty. Now what excuse could she manufacture to get in there would be... Oh yes, she'd left her hair brush in there yesterday, which of course she needed right now as blonde theoretic dictated, as her hair was a MESS. Alice yanked open the door to her brother's old room to find the elf she'd been hoping NOT to see buttoning his shirt.
"Oh man, do I need contact lenses that badly?" She mumbled.
"Pardon Lady?" He asked.
"I came in here to grab my brush," Alice indicated to her hair which at this present moment was half perfectly flat against her head and half looking like it had been electrocuted.
"Ah," Was the reply. "May I know when breakfast will be ready?"
"Ready as of now sire," Alice muttered. This day had NOT started off well. She brushed her blonde hair until it sat nicely and neatly and toddled off downstairs hoping downstairs would be a better place. Speaking of better places did she have any more lollies, namely Sparkles in her blazer pocket? That was a question she longed to know... like chocolate, Sparkles were also amazingly helpful when you weren't feeling too great. If not, she had a dollar to go the vending machine at school with to grab some when she got to school. She opened the pantry door and got out a packet of cereal called 'Very Fruitful Flakes' mainly because it had the least calories and it tasted better than any other cereal her parents currently had stashed in their pantry. She poured it into a white bowl, refusing to pour milk all over it, because pouring milk over flake cereal just kills it. It wasn't long before the elf prince in residence joined her.
"So what do you want for breakfast?" Alice asked. "We have Weetbix, Cornflakes and Special K"
"Don't forget porridge," her dad, George and her mum, Lilly called from upstairs. "There's some on the stove!"
"You don't want to have porridge," Alice added. "It tastes absolutely awful unless it's covered in brown sugar and sultanas which are very fattening."
"We such things in Middle Earth Lady," Legolas replied. "I'd prefer it if you please."
"Riiiight," Murmured Alice pouring him some porridge from the bowl. "Here's the brown sugar and sultanas, you are so going to need them."
Legolas wondered what it was that effected people in the morning in this world. Alice was very irritable this morning for some reason. Legolas suspected it was school, as she referred the as "evil". From what Legolas gathered, school was a torture hall hated by youth and adults alike. He watched Alice swish her cereal around the bowl preoccupied.
"Your highness," She began. "Have you ever been in love?"
Legolas squirmed at the question. "Not exactly, Lady. Why do you ask?"
"No particular reason," Alice said off handedly. "I was just thinking the guy I love I guess you could say and his attachment to me that's all. I just wonder if it's normal."
"How so?" He saw the girl smile wryly.
"Oh he just wants to be with me every waking moment," Alice replied. "I just want my space to do what I want and to hang out with my other friends once in awhile."
"Fair enough," Legolas said thoughtfully.
"I just find it suffocating," She remarked. "It's because since I'm adopted I have to be protected blah blah blah all that and a bag of chips." Legolas's heart leapt. Adopted! There was no mistake. She had to be Lindelë.
"Discuss the matter with this human," Legolas suggested.
"Yeah but what to say is the problem," She complained. "I just want out. He's becoming annoying. But I don't want to hurt his feelings... Anyway why I am talking to you about this is beyond me. I doubt my sanity constantly." Legolas chuckled.
"You may discuss with me what you wish Lady," Legolas said. "And I will try to listen."
"Please could you call me Alice?" She asked. "And can I call you Legolas?" Legolas thought this over and nodded. She smiled. "Sweet as."
"'Sweet as'? Are you referring to your meal?" Legolas asked confused.
"Oh no," She replied. "It's a phrase we use. 'Sweet as' usually means very good. I'm going to have to tutor you in the ways of the world so you can understand what I have to say once in awhile." Legolas saw her look at the band on her left arm. "Oh crap! I have to go or else I'll be so late for school!" He watched as she flew round the corner and up the stairs.
Alice sat through school that day steadily hoping it would end so she could get the hell out of there. God awful classroom. God awful school. God awful uniform. Well at least she had youth group tonight. Escape. Unless of course her mother made Legolas go with her. She hoped to all higher forces that it would not happen. Greg was going to look for explanations as to why Alice came. Sitting in French class sixth spell she was thinking up excuses. Suddenly she heard her name being called.
"Alice! What do you do when you make the past participle of tomber?" Asked her French teacher.
"Huh? What? Oh." Stupid perfect tense verbs. They needed a good whipping up the ass. Alice flicked through her French book to the page which gave her the list of perfect tense verbs. "You take of the e and the r and you at an e accute."
"Very good," Said her French teacher. Suddenly she had a thought. She could tell Greg that she had an exchange student staying at her house if he asked. Yes, excuses were good. Very good. Greg wouldn't suspect a thing. He knew that she had exchange students in the house from time to time. Soon the bell rang. Alice picked up her books and headed for the door.
"Alice?" Said a voice.
"Yes?"
It was her French teacher. "Is everything ok with you?"
Alice manufactured a smile. "Yeah everything's fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
Her teacher made a face. "You just seemed in a world of your own today."
"That happens," Alice replied. "I just have something on my mind." Namely a certain elf prince brought to earth by.... something, but Alice wasn't going to tell her that.
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Well whatcha think? This revamp is going along so nicely. If you want to review, review by all means. Reviews are good. Chapter 4 will be up shortly, as soon as I decide to get it over with. Anyway, it's bed for me, I'm tired. Night night.
