Terrance's eyes opened slowly, she lay in a large warm bed with covers tucked tightly around her. The room seemed dark and gloomy, yet there was a faint touch of warmth and love to it. It looked old and crumbing, Plant life was over grown around. She felt strangely refreshed, she couldn't have been asleep to long, could she?
"Aww, your awake" A familiar voice said. "You are quite lucky to look upon this place. No Mortal eyes have dared to look past out borders"
"Where am I?" She asked, Her voice was hard and raspy. She tried to turn her head or at least she thought she did but it didn't move.
"Your not of this world are you? Your clothes are oddly different, although that is a fine horse you have. She told me much about you and your friends. About the kind of life you live, your family. The love you and your friends share of horses." The voice said softly. "Your world is very different, perhaps you come from the future, for Mortal man over run it. There are no Elves, Hobbits, Ents, nor Dwarvs." The voice trailed off. It seemed to remember someone, an old friend maybe.
"Who are you? What are you?" Terrance asked.
"I am one of few left of my kind, We are slowly dieing away from all memory, and if where your truly from is the future I believe our untimely demise will be all but too soon. After most of our kind traveled to the Gray Havens, An evil came and locked us in this forest, few dare to lay eyes on this forest, and fewer remember us. This evil must hate the elves greatly, because our kind dose not disserve this fate."
"Elves? You're an Elf?" Terrance asked, shifting her eyes to her side but the owner of the voice was just out of sight. It loomed over her, just barely out of reach. She longed greatly to see the owner of the voice. What if the voice spoke truth? What if she was truly in middle earth in the realm of Loth Lorien. But what of her friends? Where were they? Would she ever seem them again? All these questions and more raced around in her mind.
After a long silences, the voice spoke again. "I am Legolas, of Mirkwood, but now I am the guide and leader of the elves that are left. The elves who have not crossed the Gray Havens, have not died, have not turned dark and twisted. Very few remain, very few." He said with a dismayed sigh.
"I am Haldir." Another voice spoke from the other corner of the room. "I was born in Loth Lorien and I will die protecting it."
"Haldir my dear friend, I honor your resolve" Legolas said, smiling slightly
"Yes indeed. You see young one I believe fate as brought you to us, that pendent around your neck is known as the sliver tear. It was created to find some soul that would be able to help us. We are elves and our race is dying." Haldir said walking closer to Terrance, but still Terrance could not make them out.
"Funny thought, how can a such a small child save the race of elves?" Legolas said playfully
"I'm 16!" Terrance yelled back, although she did not move from her spot.
"I'm over 3,000 years old, you are young, really young to us." Legolas snickered. "One thing I did not learn from your horse is her name. She said something about wings and something else about spirits."
Terrance sighed. "Her name.." She trailed off. "Is.. Let the Elven Spirits Take Flight. But for short we call her Wings, She runs like she has wings, her strides are so smooth and graceful, but fast."
For a moment all was silent, Terrance heard nothing, nothing but her breathing. Its funny, she never noticed things like that before. She was just waiting for Haldir to say his famous " your breathing so loud we could have shot you in the dark" Line. Terrance didn't understand why they were so silent. It was if they were talking to each other so softly her mortal ears could not hear what was being said. She felt feeling return to her body and she slowly raised her self into a sitting position. She turned her head and finally saw the owners of the voices, Haldir and Legolas. "So What dose it feel like to finally seeing our faces after you longed so much to see them?" Haldir said gently.
"I'm afraid but not scared." She said back.
"Why should you be scared? We will protect you at all costs, you have our fate in your hands." Legolas said sitting down at Terrance's bedside.
"I don't know how I can help you."
Legolas slowly stood and looked over at Haldir than slowly back at Terrance. "You mean you don't know how to help? But surely you knew what was fated for you? How else can you explain how you got that pendent?"
"Why don't you ask my horse." Terrance said sarcastically. "I found it in the woods while my friends and I were riding a trail. That's where I saw a man covered in a gray hooded cloak. Where I lost my friends, Justine and Vicky. … Will.. I ever see them again?"
Legolas looked at Haldir, he nodded his head and slowly walked out of the room. Legolas Turned his attention back to Terrance. "What is your name?"
"Will I ever see them again?" Terrance yelled tightening her hands around the blankets that covered her.
"dina nessa er" Legolas Said. This time she did not understand but the voice sounded strong and stern, that of a wise and powerful elf. "Your friends are here, but he have yet to find them and bring them back. Now tell me, young one, what is your name."
"Terrance, My name is Terrance."
"Terrance, it is an honor to meet you." Legolas said back holding her hand in his, kissing it slightly. Terrance couldn't help but blush.
"Ah honor is all mine" She spoke softly, pulling her hand away.
"I believe you will find a way.. a way to stop him, stop Sirice."
"Is Sirce-" she was cut off.
"Yes" Legolas said, not wanting to hear the rest. "It is strange to think that all this is coming together. After so long, your horse, you, your friends, all of it, it is what the mirror said."
Terrance pulled her body from under the covers and onto the stone floor. The floor was cold and hard against her bare feet. She looked over to her left and saw her shoes, along with her pants and t-shirt. She screamed loudly and looked down. She sighed as she saw she was wearing a long silk like nightgown. "What are my clothes doing over there?!" she yipped.
"They we dirty and old. I Had some of the ladies make you a gown to sleep in. you can have those dirty things back if you want, cant imagine why you would though." Legolas smiled.
Terrance suddenly felt so cold, it started in her hands and feet and slowly moved to the center of her body, until it took over her. Her lips were blue and her hands were icy and red. It hurt to move, to breathe, it hurt to think. Legolas didn't seem aware of this until Terrance fell to her side fighting to breathe. Legolas looked over and slowly nodded his head as if to answer a question he asked himself. He picked Terrance up in his arms and held on firmly. It didn't help much. Terrance closed her eyes tightly and tried to tough it out. Legolas laid Terrance down in the bed and wrapped the covers around her body. He spoke tenderly words that still Terrance did not understand. The words soothed her somehow, at least to where the point where she could take in air again, although the sharp feeling of icy pain ran through her body at the slightest movement of a finger. Legolas sat down and sang, first to Terrance and as time passed he grew quieter until it was a soft humming.
Terrance closed her eyes and wished greatly to be back in her own bed. Already she missed her Mother. Already she knew that would probably never be a chance for her to return home. "Its funny" she thought "I've been dreaming about meeting an elf since I was little. Now that its come I'd rather be at home than be held in the arms of Legolas, or save the elves. Hmm I guess once you have something you've been wanting forever and finally get it. It doesn't seem so important, almost childish to ever want it in the first place."
Legolas glanced up and looked out towards the window. His keen eyes caught the sight of horses and elves and Mortals walking towards this crumbling city. He looked over at Terrance "Your friends are back" he whispered, but it was to late, Terrance lay asleep. Slowly she was regaining color in her face. Legolas smiled and walked out of the room to welcome Terrance beloved friends.
"Aww, your awake" A familiar voice said. "You are quite lucky to look upon this place. No Mortal eyes have dared to look past out borders"
"Where am I?" She asked, Her voice was hard and raspy. She tried to turn her head or at least she thought she did but it didn't move.
"Your not of this world are you? Your clothes are oddly different, although that is a fine horse you have. She told me much about you and your friends. About the kind of life you live, your family. The love you and your friends share of horses." The voice said softly. "Your world is very different, perhaps you come from the future, for Mortal man over run it. There are no Elves, Hobbits, Ents, nor Dwarvs." The voice trailed off. It seemed to remember someone, an old friend maybe.
"Who are you? What are you?" Terrance asked.
"I am one of few left of my kind, We are slowly dieing away from all memory, and if where your truly from is the future I believe our untimely demise will be all but too soon. After most of our kind traveled to the Gray Havens, An evil came and locked us in this forest, few dare to lay eyes on this forest, and fewer remember us. This evil must hate the elves greatly, because our kind dose not disserve this fate."
"Elves? You're an Elf?" Terrance asked, shifting her eyes to her side but the owner of the voice was just out of sight. It loomed over her, just barely out of reach. She longed greatly to see the owner of the voice. What if the voice spoke truth? What if she was truly in middle earth in the realm of Loth Lorien. But what of her friends? Where were they? Would she ever seem them again? All these questions and more raced around in her mind.
After a long silences, the voice spoke again. "I am Legolas, of Mirkwood, but now I am the guide and leader of the elves that are left. The elves who have not crossed the Gray Havens, have not died, have not turned dark and twisted. Very few remain, very few." He said with a dismayed sigh.
"I am Haldir." Another voice spoke from the other corner of the room. "I was born in Loth Lorien and I will die protecting it."
"Haldir my dear friend, I honor your resolve" Legolas said, smiling slightly
"Yes indeed. You see young one I believe fate as brought you to us, that pendent around your neck is known as the sliver tear. It was created to find some soul that would be able to help us. We are elves and our race is dying." Haldir said walking closer to Terrance, but still Terrance could not make them out.
"Funny thought, how can a such a small child save the race of elves?" Legolas said playfully
"I'm 16!" Terrance yelled back, although she did not move from her spot.
"I'm over 3,000 years old, you are young, really young to us." Legolas snickered. "One thing I did not learn from your horse is her name. She said something about wings and something else about spirits."
Terrance sighed. "Her name.." She trailed off. "Is.. Let the Elven Spirits Take Flight. But for short we call her Wings, She runs like she has wings, her strides are so smooth and graceful, but fast."
For a moment all was silent, Terrance heard nothing, nothing but her breathing. Its funny, she never noticed things like that before. She was just waiting for Haldir to say his famous " your breathing so loud we could have shot you in the dark" Line. Terrance didn't understand why they were so silent. It was if they were talking to each other so softly her mortal ears could not hear what was being said. She felt feeling return to her body and she slowly raised her self into a sitting position. She turned her head and finally saw the owners of the voices, Haldir and Legolas. "So What dose it feel like to finally seeing our faces after you longed so much to see them?" Haldir said gently.
"I'm afraid but not scared." She said back.
"Why should you be scared? We will protect you at all costs, you have our fate in your hands." Legolas said sitting down at Terrance's bedside.
"I don't know how I can help you."
Legolas slowly stood and looked over at Haldir than slowly back at Terrance. "You mean you don't know how to help? But surely you knew what was fated for you? How else can you explain how you got that pendent?"
"Why don't you ask my horse." Terrance said sarcastically. "I found it in the woods while my friends and I were riding a trail. That's where I saw a man covered in a gray hooded cloak. Where I lost my friends, Justine and Vicky. … Will.. I ever see them again?"
Legolas looked at Haldir, he nodded his head and slowly walked out of the room. Legolas Turned his attention back to Terrance. "What is your name?"
"Will I ever see them again?" Terrance yelled tightening her hands around the blankets that covered her.
"dina nessa er" Legolas Said. This time she did not understand but the voice sounded strong and stern, that of a wise and powerful elf. "Your friends are here, but he have yet to find them and bring them back. Now tell me, young one, what is your name."
"Terrance, My name is Terrance."
"Terrance, it is an honor to meet you." Legolas said back holding her hand in his, kissing it slightly. Terrance couldn't help but blush.
"Ah honor is all mine" She spoke softly, pulling her hand away.
"I believe you will find a way.. a way to stop him, stop Sirice."
"Is Sirce-" she was cut off.
"Yes" Legolas said, not wanting to hear the rest. "It is strange to think that all this is coming together. After so long, your horse, you, your friends, all of it, it is what the mirror said."
Terrance pulled her body from under the covers and onto the stone floor. The floor was cold and hard against her bare feet. She looked over to her left and saw her shoes, along with her pants and t-shirt. She screamed loudly and looked down. She sighed as she saw she was wearing a long silk like nightgown. "What are my clothes doing over there?!" she yipped.
"They we dirty and old. I Had some of the ladies make you a gown to sleep in. you can have those dirty things back if you want, cant imagine why you would though." Legolas smiled.
Terrance suddenly felt so cold, it started in her hands and feet and slowly moved to the center of her body, until it took over her. Her lips were blue and her hands were icy and red. It hurt to move, to breathe, it hurt to think. Legolas didn't seem aware of this until Terrance fell to her side fighting to breathe. Legolas looked over and slowly nodded his head as if to answer a question he asked himself. He picked Terrance up in his arms and held on firmly. It didn't help much. Terrance closed her eyes tightly and tried to tough it out. Legolas laid Terrance down in the bed and wrapped the covers around her body. He spoke tenderly words that still Terrance did not understand. The words soothed her somehow, at least to where the point where she could take in air again, although the sharp feeling of icy pain ran through her body at the slightest movement of a finger. Legolas sat down and sang, first to Terrance and as time passed he grew quieter until it was a soft humming.
Terrance closed her eyes and wished greatly to be back in her own bed. Already she missed her Mother. Already she knew that would probably never be a chance for her to return home. "Its funny" she thought "I've been dreaming about meeting an elf since I was little. Now that its come I'd rather be at home than be held in the arms of Legolas, or save the elves. Hmm I guess once you have something you've been wanting forever and finally get it. It doesn't seem so important, almost childish to ever want it in the first place."
Legolas glanced up and looked out towards the window. His keen eyes caught the sight of horses and elves and Mortals walking towards this crumbling city. He looked over at Terrance "Your friends are back" he whispered, but it was to late, Terrance lay asleep. Slowly she was regaining color in her face. Legolas smiled and walked out of the room to welcome Terrance beloved friends.