Second chapter,I dunno how long this'll be but I'll try to make it longer
than the last!
(I don't own much from now on...Nor do I own LotR!-Ha...no sueing for me...again.. --")
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Hangover at the Palace
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She attempted to open her eyes,but they seemed to snap shut each time. She had a blinding headache which didn't even allow her to think of where she was,that and let her know she had a decent time last night. Finally she worked up the courage to open one eye to the light before her. It was far too bright to be anywhere near the place she lived in. She supposed that if the sun actually did decide to appear either all the goths would hiss and melt or it would be regarded as nice weather for only a moment and be viciously attacked for being such a hot,smug git. She finally managed to lean on her elbows and admire her surroundings. Many vast window let in the morning sun,the breeze cooling her face,most of the room was either cream or gold with bows and arrows lieing in a corner. Her eyes focused slowly on a small figure gazing in wonder at her. However,as her brows furrowed in confusion,what she perceived as a small girl scampered from the room,calling to someone in a quiet and urgent voice.
"What?" The gothic girl questioned no one in particular. "Punk midget...." she mumbled,swinging her legs out of the bed,feeling them heavy with her boots still on her feet,and wondered wearily about the room. Her eyes set their gaze on the arrows,but by the time she decided to go near them the pains in her head reminded her just how hung over she was and she settled in a chair right next to her. After a few seconds of wondering where she was and where the nearest painkillers were,the door flew open and in came the midget who had been so taken with her, followed by a man holding a sword. The girl's head turned so fast that she thought it would do a 360o. As soon as the boy saw her he squatted down beside the little maiden and uttered a few words and sending her scampering away again. He began to approach the chair and she noticed how damn good he looked,that was before she realized that his ears were rather pointed,all she could do was gaze intently at him,confusing her further.
"You decided to join the land of the living," he stated,"I am Legolas,Prince of Mirkwood. Would you mind sharing who you are with me?" He tilted his head to one side.
"Raven," she replied still looking at him," you want to know what I'm doing here right? 'Cause I have to tell you I have no bloody cl-" she said reverting to her usual hot temper.
"Oh no,I know quite well where you are from,though exactly how you came to be here is an entirely different matter. We have happened by a few from your land,and as with every one of them,my father wishes to meet you." He rolled his eyes slightly,getting tired of making the speech every few hundred years.
"A few?"
"Yes,but none so violent tempered as you,nor whom tried to dress as an orc.." he gave her a strange look.
"I'll let that slip as stupidity," she replied blankly,"I guess I'm from the future to you then." she said after a thought.
"We do not know," He replied thoughtfully,"we have simply met people from where you live,other than that.." he shook his head. By this point she had twigged where she was and that he was indeed an elf.(see told you she coulda gone to Uni! =P)
"I am sorry you had to sleep in my room," the elf changed the subject,"But as it is soon to be the autumn festival most rooms hold guests. As soon as you are ready we shall go to see my father." he reminded her. Instantly she removed herself from the comfortable seat and grabbed the leather jacket and headed for the door,turning to see a very shocked elf.
"You are not going to change?"
"Why change?...I like me just the way I am."
"You would appear to a king resembling an orc?" he was taken by surprise by such boldness.
"Look. I'm a *very* hung over woman,who possible fell through a stupid vortex in a drunken state into a world where people with pointy ears rule,hence I am not the happiest of bunnies.Can we go?" she said boldly to the prince.
"As you wish,but if you are to stay for any amount of time,I dare say you shall be in need of decent clothing at some point. Father shall demand it. Foolish human,"he sighed.
"Ponce.." He did not even want to know what that meant. She followed him to the throne room where suspicious guards tailed them. They stood in front of the very grand looking king.
"Another one I see.." he started,"are you a sub species?" this remark caused a little chortle from the guards. Raven still maintained her calm,not about to be speared by a couple of elves. The king rolled his eyes,clearly he had not been kidding.
"What have you brought with you?" he enquired.
"Brought?"
"Yes,usually people in your situation happen to have an item with them.They take it out and talk us through such an "interesting" object as if we were infants,"he chuckled a little,"it's really quite amusing."
"The first one a few thousand years ago the first one came.He brought a rock as I recall,I was quite young," added Legolas.
"I didn't. I don't really carry anything with me when I go out." she replied. The king shrugged.
"Well you are perhaps the most interesting looking thing that has come from your world. Where did you find this one my son? She looks like an orc. I do not know that it is worth having her around. I hear a young she-elf was quite startled by her. Even if we attempt dressing her,her complexion and hair would not change." Legolas looked desperately for a point about her to retaliate with.
"Perhaps the maids could do something something with her eyes and hair." Raven herself did not enjoy being talked about as if she were being redecorated. Legolas looked at her again,as did his father.
"She could really be quite fetching."
"Fair enough. See to it that they at least have her ready for the festival."
"At least? The festival is in three days."
"Yes,and it may take that long to even do something with her hair," mumbled the king. Raven was about to make a run for him and lunge at his throat,but the prince took her hand,holding her back and even making her blush a little under her many layers of white make-up. He lead her out of the room and immediately summoned the serving girls who seemed to appear from nowhere,each one had a look of adoration for the prince,which in a way made Raven jealous...either that or sickened. He seemed to look for a particular lady. It was an older looking woman.
"Glanwyne,could you draw her a bath and choose a gown for her. Perhaps you could attend to her hair?"
"With pleasure as always,"she replied.
Within mere moments the Prince had left them and Raven was in a hot bath. She wished she had learned of the relaxing powers on hot water and lavender- a great alliterative to getting drunk and landing yourself in a different world. There was a mirror beside her and as she gazed into it she was amazed at how clear and smooth her skin was,even she herself was begining to forget,or perhaps if was in the bath water. To lend a hand to the maid,she set to taking her hair down and unplaiting the random plaits.When she emerged from the bath her hair still maintained some knots and the like....but Glanwyne would fix that.
"OUCH!...HEY!...I'll pay you-Ouch!-good money to cu-...cut that out!"
"I'm sorry my lady but 'tis the only way to smooth such hair,lest I get the master's sword. Do not worry, tomorrow you shall be in high spirits and looking as fine as is possible." A hint of amusement rimmed the elf's voice,though Raven decided that it was best to stand down. If the woman was close to ripping her head from her shoulders now,think what would happen if she was not in a good mood. She dragged the comb through her hair again,earning another yelp. What did she care if they did not see her fit to be seen? She would rather go remain unseen with a full head of hair.
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After Sunset
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She was fully dressed in a fine green gown. Raven waited in the prince's room as she had been instructed by the maid. After watching the sun set over the vast amount of trees she turned to see Legolas himself standing in the doorway.
He was amazed by the product of the maids work,after all of the trouble over her looks that afternoon she had the girl looking a little more than reasonable. Her ebony hair hung in waves just below her waist as she stood with her hands on the railing of the balcony. Even from the door where he stood watching her he could tell of her creamy porcelain skin.....Then of course he noticed that she still worn her leather and metal boots.
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*shrug* It's a little better.
It's late and I still have homework so I gotta go!
Grateful for reviews!!!
(I don't own much from now on...Nor do I own LotR!-Ha...no sueing for me...again.. --")
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Hangover at the Palace
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She attempted to open her eyes,but they seemed to snap shut each time. She had a blinding headache which didn't even allow her to think of where she was,that and let her know she had a decent time last night. Finally she worked up the courage to open one eye to the light before her. It was far too bright to be anywhere near the place she lived in. She supposed that if the sun actually did decide to appear either all the goths would hiss and melt or it would be regarded as nice weather for only a moment and be viciously attacked for being such a hot,smug git. She finally managed to lean on her elbows and admire her surroundings. Many vast window let in the morning sun,the breeze cooling her face,most of the room was either cream or gold with bows and arrows lieing in a corner. Her eyes focused slowly on a small figure gazing in wonder at her. However,as her brows furrowed in confusion,what she perceived as a small girl scampered from the room,calling to someone in a quiet and urgent voice.
"What?" The gothic girl questioned no one in particular. "Punk midget...." she mumbled,swinging her legs out of the bed,feeling them heavy with her boots still on her feet,and wondered wearily about the room. Her eyes set their gaze on the arrows,but by the time she decided to go near them the pains in her head reminded her just how hung over she was and she settled in a chair right next to her. After a few seconds of wondering where she was and where the nearest painkillers were,the door flew open and in came the midget who had been so taken with her, followed by a man holding a sword. The girl's head turned so fast that she thought it would do a 360o. As soon as the boy saw her he squatted down beside the little maiden and uttered a few words and sending her scampering away again. He began to approach the chair and she noticed how damn good he looked,that was before she realized that his ears were rather pointed,all she could do was gaze intently at him,confusing her further.
"You decided to join the land of the living," he stated,"I am Legolas,Prince of Mirkwood. Would you mind sharing who you are with me?" He tilted his head to one side.
"Raven," she replied still looking at him," you want to know what I'm doing here right? 'Cause I have to tell you I have no bloody cl-" she said reverting to her usual hot temper.
"Oh no,I know quite well where you are from,though exactly how you came to be here is an entirely different matter. We have happened by a few from your land,and as with every one of them,my father wishes to meet you." He rolled his eyes slightly,getting tired of making the speech every few hundred years.
"A few?"
"Yes,but none so violent tempered as you,nor whom tried to dress as an orc.." he gave her a strange look.
"I'll let that slip as stupidity," she replied blankly,"I guess I'm from the future to you then." she said after a thought.
"We do not know," He replied thoughtfully,"we have simply met people from where you live,other than that.." he shook his head. By this point she had twigged where she was and that he was indeed an elf.(see told you she coulda gone to Uni! =P)
"I am sorry you had to sleep in my room," the elf changed the subject,"But as it is soon to be the autumn festival most rooms hold guests. As soon as you are ready we shall go to see my father." he reminded her. Instantly she removed herself from the comfortable seat and grabbed the leather jacket and headed for the door,turning to see a very shocked elf.
"You are not going to change?"
"Why change?...I like me just the way I am."
"You would appear to a king resembling an orc?" he was taken by surprise by such boldness.
"Look. I'm a *very* hung over woman,who possible fell through a stupid vortex in a drunken state into a world where people with pointy ears rule,hence I am not the happiest of bunnies.Can we go?" she said boldly to the prince.
"As you wish,but if you are to stay for any amount of time,I dare say you shall be in need of decent clothing at some point. Father shall demand it. Foolish human,"he sighed.
"Ponce.." He did not even want to know what that meant. She followed him to the throne room where suspicious guards tailed them. They stood in front of the very grand looking king.
"Another one I see.." he started,"are you a sub species?" this remark caused a little chortle from the guards. Raven still maintained her calm,not about to be speared by a couple of elves. The king rolled his eyes,clearly he had not been kidding.
"What have you brought with you?" he enquired.
"Brought?"
"Yes,usually people in your situation happen to have an item with them.They take it out and talk us through such an "interesting" object as if we were infants,"he chuckled a little,"it's really quite amusing."
"The first one a few thousand years ago the first one came.He brought a rock as I recall,I was quite young," added Legolas.
"I didn't. I don't really carry anything with me when I go out." she replied. The king shrugged.
"Well you are perhaps the most interesting looking thing that has come from your world. Where did you find this one my son? She looks like an orc. I do not know that it is worth having her around. I hear a young she-elf was quite startled by her. Even if we attempt dressing her,her complexion and hair would not change." Legolas looked desperately for a point about her to retaliate with.
"Perhaps the maids could do something something with her eyes and hair." Raven herself did not enjoy being talked about as if she were being redecorated. Legolas looked at her again,as did his father.
"She could really be quite fetching."
"Fair enough. See to it that they at least have her ready for the festival."
"At least? The festival is in three days."
"Yes,and it may take that long to even do something with her hair," mumbled the king. Raven was about to make a run for him and lunge at his throat,but the prince took her hand,holding her back and even making her blush a little under her many layers of white make-up. He lead her out of the room and immediately summoned the serving girls who seemed to appear from nowhere,each one had a look of adoration for the prince,which in a way made Raven jealous...either that or sickened. He seemed to look for a particular lady. It was an older looking woman.
"Glanwyne,could you draw her a bath and choose a gown for her. Perhaps you could attend to her hair?"
"With pleasure as always,"she replied.
Within mere moments the Prince had left them and Raven was in a hot bath. She wished she had learned of the relaxing powers on hot water and lavender- a great alliterative to getting drunk and landing yourself in a different world. There was a mirror beside her and as she gazed into it she was amazed at how clear and smooth her skin was,even she herself was begining to forget,or perhaps if was in the bath water. To lend a hand to the maid,she set to taking her hair down and unplaiting the random plaits.When she emerged from the bath her hair still maintained some knots and the like....but Glanwyne would fix that.
"OUCH!...HEY!...I'll pay you-Ouch!-good money to cu-...cut that out!"
"I'm sorry my lady but 'tis the only way to smooth such hair,lest I get the master's sword. Do not worry, tomorrow you shall be in high spirits and looking as fine as is possible." A hint of amusement rimmed the elf's voice,though Raven decided that it was best to stand down. If the woman was close to ripping her head from her shoulders now,think what would happen if she was not in a good mood. She dragged the comb through her hair again,earning another yelp. What did she care if they did not see her fit to be seen? She would rather go remain unseen with a full head of hair.
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After Sunset
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She was fully dressed in a fine green gown. Raven waited in the prince's room as she had been instructed by the maid. After watching the sun set over the vast amount of trees she turned to see Legolas himself standing in the doorway.
He was amazed by the product of the maids work,after all of the trouble over her looks that afternoon she had the girl looking a little more than reasonable. Her ebony hair hung in waves just below her waist as she stood with her hands on the railing of the balcony. Even from the door where he stood watching her he could tell of her creamy porcelain skin.....Then of course he noticed that she still worn her leather and metal boots.
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*shrug* It's a little better.
It's late and I still have homework so I gotta go!
Grateful for reviews!!!