Woohoo! Many thanks to my one reviewer. Yes this story was inspired by me
going insane in the middle of the night. And actually, all that stuff I
said I actually thought. I've decided that this story will be a little of
everything, a little humor, some seriousness, maybe some angst, and even a
little romance; it all depends on how I'm feeling. So that's my stupid
little story about why I put this in general. Anyway, I'm having this set
in Rivendell because I love them elves, and it seemed right considering,
well you'll see. Now finally, onto the story.
I woke up miserable. I felt so hot. . . I was sweating even in the cold weather. My stomach was churning and if I had anything in my stomach I probably would've thrown up. I groaned and rolled over in the dry leaves. I was sore all over, which I was pretty sure meant the flu. I stretched out, exposing my wet skin to the cool air and sneezed. Then the thing I least expected to happen happened. An arrow came flying at me and lodged itself not even an inch to the side of me in the ground. I screamed, which in turn caused a coughing fit, and I soon ran out of air and passed out. I saw myself sitting in the dark playing with a pebble. It was warm, like in a room with a fireplace, then. . . It began.
I groaned and rolled over. I wasn't in the leaves anymore, I was in a bed. My fever had gone down slightly and I felt warm, not hot. I knew three things about where I was; the blankets were really soft, it smelled nice here, like a fall afternoon, and I didn't have my giraffe. I could never sleep without something in my arms even if it was a towel (A.N. yes I have used a towel in place of giraffe before). So without opening my eyes, I reached around the bedside for something to hold. I felt the corner of something, so I grasped it and pulled it to me. I heard a strangled cry of surprise, and opened my eyes to see myself pulling someone's cloak off. I looked over them, it was a boy, he had hazel eyes and gold hair, and had pointed ears. "An elf. . ." I murmured.
" You're awake, how do you feel?" he said giving me a look that made me guess he heard me. 'Elf hearing genius' I told myself. Then I realized I was still holding his cloak that he had unclasped and was lying loosely on the ground. I pulled it up to my body and grasped it inhaling the scent of the forest.
"Tired." I murmured into the pillow. He sighed and leaned back in the chair next to my bed. "Elves" I muttered wondering.
Ok, I don't know how that turned out, but I have homework to do and I have to go get some cold medicine. I'll update this really soon but until then, I forgot what I was going to say!
I woke up miserable. I felt so hot. . . I was sweating even in the cold weather. My stomach was churning and if I had anything in my stomach I probably would've thrown up. I groaned and rolled over in the dry leaves. I was sore all over, which I was pretty sure meant the flu. I stretched out, exposing my wet skin to the cool air and sneezed. Then the thing I least expected to happen happened. An arrow came flying at me and lodged itself not even an inch to the side of me in the ground. I screamed, which in turn caused a coughing fit, and I soon ran out of air and passed out. I saw myself sitting in the dark playing with a pebble. It was warm, like in a room with a fireplace, then. . . It began.
I groaned and rolled over. I wasn't in the leaves anymore, I was in a bed. My fever had gone down slightly and I felt warm, not hot. I knew three things about where I was; the blankets were really soft, it smelled nice here, like a fall afternoon, and I didn't have my giraffe. I could never sleep without something in my arms even if it was a towel (A.N. yes I have used a towel in place of giraffe before). So without opening my eyes, I reached around the bedside for something to hold. I felt the corner of something, so I grasped it and pulled it to me. I heard a strangled cry of surprise, and opened my eyes to see myself pulling someone's cloak off. I looked over them, it was a boy, he had hazel eyes and gold hair, and had pointed ears. "An elf. . ." I murmured.
" You're awake, how do you feel?" he said giving me a look that made me guess he heard me. 'Elf hearing genius' I told myself. Then I realized I was still holding his cloak that he had unclasped and was lying loosely on the ground. I pulled it up to my body and grasped it inhaling the scent of the forest.
"Tired." I murmured into the pillow. He sighed and leaned back in the chair next to my bed. "Elves" I muttered wondering.
Ok, I don't know how that turned out, but I have homework to do and I have to go get some cold medicine. I'll update this really soon but until then, I forgot what I was going to say!