Author's note:
Hey all! It's pouring down buckets of rain outside and I just got back from theatre sports so I'm in a wacky mood because that's what theatre sports is- really wacky. And since I had to do a musical and sing my throat is sore because since my voice is so f***ed, I have to do warm ups for at least 10 minutes before even attempting to sing. Anyway disclaimer: No I don't own Legolas or any LOTR characters. Damn I wish I did. But Alice and all related characters belong to me. All mine. Tee hee. Oh by the way if you don't understand any thing and get really confused just ask. I know what it's like to be confused and puzzled because... yes. Anyway, I give you chapter 7.
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Chapter 7 – Economics, religion and one very confused Legolas.
Alice hadn't minded when Legolas asked her for tutoring. Now she was seriously regretting saying yes. She had spent an hour trying to explain to Legolas what she knew about the world. It was a tough job telling a newcomer to her planet what life was like. She wondered if Legolas was blonder in the head than she was by the questions she was asking. Alice hoped to all higher forces that might exist that they wouldn't send any beings from other planets or other dimensions for that matter. It all started that evening when she had mentioned that she had very little study to do now that mock exams were over. She told Legolas she'd first teach him about the money and then religion the world over; not for the teachings of it but because it provided much of her language in bad situations.
"Ok. First thing you need to know about this world is money," Alice said. "In this world there is money which is basically the key to anything. Money is trade basically. You trade in this thing called money and you get things according to how much money you give."
"That sounds understandable," Legolas replied.
"Good," Alice grinned. "Moving on. Religion," Alice swallowed. "It's basically beliefs, what people believe is going to happen to them once they cark it, how the world was created, the meaning of life that sort of thing."
"Cark it, Lady?" Alice made a note to herself that after religion, she was going to teach Legolas modern jargon.
"Dying, loss of life, passing away." Legolas nodded in understanding and Alice continued. "There's many different types of religion. Wicca, Buddhism, Hinduism, Judaism, Taoism and Christianity to name a few."
"What are their teachings?" He asked, his eyes filled with wonder.
Alice sighed. "In Christianity, which reigns supreme basically is very simple. 1 almighty god, the place where the good go when they die which is called heaven and the exact opposite which is called hell. Judaism's similar to Christianity except they don't believe in Jesus, God's son, which he sent to the world to right the wrongs of humans. They don't believe God's son has come yet. There are other differences, I'll give you my all religious studies notes to read one day."
"What are the teachings of some of the other religions?"
"Ok lets start with Hinduism. Hinduism is a great religion. They believe that when you die you get reincarnated which means when you die your life essence which we call a spirit comes back in another body. You get reincarnated until you can prove yourself good enough to move on to Brahma which you eventually become one with." Alice explained. Legolas looked completely lost. "My religious studies teacher could explain it a whole lot better. I'll lend you my religious studies notes, maybe you'll have a better understanding."
"I am sorry," Legolas murmured in apology.
"Don't worry," Alice said. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have even thought about teaching you religion. Is there any thing you want to know?" Legolas nodded. The words 'Good god,' didn't seem to cut it. A certain little word beginning with 'f' didn't either. Alice silently kicked herself for opening her big mouth.
"About another religion Wicca," He said inquisitively. "It is strange to me."
"Well Wicca is basically harmony with nature and it teaches that you should harm no one and if you do it will come back to bite your ass more than it did before." Legolas's eyes widened. "Beth's words, not mine. Anything else?" Alice realised what she said silently kicking herself again. She was getting lost in Legolas's eternally blue eyes.
"Your language," Legolas replied grinning. "It is strange to me."
"Let's do something I can explain," Alice muttered. "Something else? Mosh pits, electric guitars, make up maybe?"
Sleep took Alice swiftly that night. Legolas drifted into her room to ask Alice a question but found she was fast asleep. Her arms encircled a rather large, fluffy toy. Legolas suspected it was a relic from her childhood. He gently sat down upon the bed, his light frame making no bend in the mattress. Her blonde hair was swept up on to the pillow revealing pointed ears. Legolas traced their contours. These were Elvish ears. Legolas knew that. Why did he have to keep making sure she was still there? The Elf prince began to doubt his sanity just as Alice had done many times in her lifetime. Lindelë meant music in Quenya, language of the high elves. Alice had certainly proved herself as musical. She had certainly showed resemblance to Elrohir and to her mother. Was there any reason to disbelieve that she was Lindelë herself? He hadn't seen Lindelë in his lifetime, but then again very few had. She was the most elusive elf in Rivendell, even more elusive than her famous aunt, Arwen. But even if she WAS Lindelë, the implications would be enormous. How he could he take her away from her home, her culture, her family and her friends? It would be cruel beyond words. Would Rivendell accept her? Why was he sent on this mission anyway? Why was it always HIM who had to break hearts? Legolas wondered this as he saw the young girl stir. He stepped back silently as he really didn't want to wake her. A cranky Alice would pose nasty consequences. Different emotions flitted across her face as she ran through dreams. What was it like in her head? Legolas knew he had the power to see into other people's heads and their dreams. He placed his hands on Alice's forehead and reached into her mind. The images he saw there made him wish he hadn't reached into her mind. Were her dreams always this depressing? He saw clowns jeering at her and black holes and people laughing in her face. She was so troubled yet she never showed it. Never. He saw many things. The scene changed. It became a beautiful palace, much like the ones in Rivendell which he knew, because of course, he visited it all the time. He saw a little elvish child toddling along the floor unsteadily, her golden hair was way past her shoulders but not quite down to her waist. The child toddled out the huge doors and on to the road. No one seemed to notice as the young being tottered on to the path and deep into the forest. There was a strange and glaring white light. The little child seemed enchanted by it, drawn to it. The white light came closer and closer to the child until it engulfed her. Alice's body suddenly jolted. She sat bolt upright and screamed. Legolas stood back, his ears ringing. Damned heightened hearing.
"Oh my god!" Alice gasped for breath. "Oh my god!" She then turned her head and realised Legolas was in her room. "LEGOLAS! What the HELL are you doing in my ROOM?!"
"I came to ask you a question," He replied. "But sleep had taken you."
"Midnight," Alice stated suspiciously looking at her clock radio, tugging a hand through her hair. "You came to ask me a question at midnight expecting me not to be asleep?"
"I came to ask you a question when the big characters on your box said 10:25" Legolas answered sheepishly.
"You have spent 1 hour and 35 minutes in my room?!" Alice spluttered. Legolas nodded, fairly meekly one may point out. "What were you doing in that 1 hour and 35 minutes in the meantime?" The room was shrouded in silence. "Well?"
"I was looking into your dreams.." Legolas confessed quietly. Alice looked to be getting rather mad. Bad Legolas.
"Oh for chrissakes," Alice moaned, chucking the nearest teddy at him lazily. "Get out of my room." Legolas bolted.
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Right. I'm going to end it there. Otherwise it's just going to become COMPLETELY ridiculous. Ok. The bit about religion and that all came from Religious studies classes which was basically a fill in spell which we all ended up falling asleep in. So there may be some errors and I'm sorry if there is. I am but an uneducated, culturally insensitive 14 almost 15 year old. Oh yeah, I'm going to be a little bit busy over the coming weeks – something like 3 major concerts, 2 major competitions and the first module of my speech and drama exam coming up also. So I'm going to be busy. I'll try and write chapter eight this week but the next couple of chapters after that might be a bit slow to come up because I'll be very surprised if I get any sleep!! Anyway, I should be out enjoying the sunny weather, so toodles!
