Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas or any other of Tolkien's creations. I do
own Tiny and myself. Rated G.
Of Elves and a Cowgirl
My heart was pounding and I was breathing hard. One more barrel to go and Tiny was beginning to slow down. Time was passing too quickly and we took the last turn and saw the finish. I spurred Tiny forward and gave her rein. It suddenly seemed like she had wings on her feet and, with a sudden burst of speed, we excelled towards the two poles marking the finish. We past them and made a skidding stop at the arena entrance. " 17.56 seconds! Sorry Denee, you were too slow," shouted Sierra, holding up the stopwatch and frowning.
I sighed and looked down at the sweaty mare beneath me. Her sides heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Her usually neat, jet-black mane was sticking out at all angles and wisps of it moved with her breathing. Her neck and body steamed and dripped with sweat. Her legs were shaky and she constantly stomped her front hooves. I dismounted and stroked Tiny's velvet nose. She snorted and cocked her head as if to ask," Are we done? Can you feed me now?" I laughed and asked Sierra for a hand with the gate.
I led Tiny to the wash rack and grabbed a hose. Tiny loved water and loved to be sprayed after a long day of work. I scrubbed her down and dried her off. I took Tiny to her stall and threw her rug over her back. While I fastened it, Sierra came in. "I best be going. I need to work Chief. Are we still having our Elves Club meeting tomorrow?" I nodded and turned back to Tiny. " Okay, see you then" was all she said before disappearing around the corner of the barn door. I filled Tiny's hay net and refilled her water bucket. She nickered softly and began to eat. I bid Tiny goodnight and closed and locked the stall door. Then I walked up to the house. My mom sat out on the porch with a glass of limenade and a smile. She handed me the glass and I sat down next to her and took a long drink. " So, how did she do today?" Mom asked looking interested. " 17.56 seconds. That's 2.17 seconds slower that yesterday. I'm not gonna get High Point at this rate." I set down my empty glass and stood to leave. " You can't expect very much from her, Denee. Remember, she is 21 years old." I sighed and entered the house. It was cool inside and I welcomed it. I trudged up to my room. I could hear my sister in her room, working away at her homework. I was really tired and I wanted to sleep. I entered my room and was welcomed by the site of my poster-covered walls. Pictures of elves and white horses adorned them. My favorite one, hanging over my bed, consisted of Legolas and Haldir, both with his weapon of choice. Haldir had his sword and Legolas had his bow. I loved The Lord of the Rings and loved to imagine myself in Middle-Earth. I flopped down on the bed and sighed. " I wish I was in Middle-Earth," I said, glancing around my room one last time before closing my eyes.
* Sorry for not putting in any laughs. Next chapter will be better =P
Of Elves and a Cowgirl
My heart was pounding and I was breathing hard. One more barrel to go and Tiny was beginning to slow down. Time was passing too quickly and we took the last turn and saw the finish. I spurred Tiny forward and gave her rein. It suddenly seemed like she had wings on her feet and, with a sudden burst of speed, we excelled towards the two poles marking the finish. We past them and made a skidding stop at the arena entrance. " 17.56 seconds! Sorry Denee, you were too slow," shouted Sierra, holding up the stopwatch and frowning.
I sighed and looked down at the sweaty mare beneath me. Her sides heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Her usually neat, jet-black mane was sticking out at all angles and wisps of it moved with her breathing. Her neck and body steamed and dripped with sweat. Her legs were shaky and she constantly stomped her front hooves. I dismounted and stroked Tiny's velvet nose. She snorted and cocked her head as if to ask," Are we done? Can you feed me now?" I laughed and asked Sierra for a hand with the gate.
I led Tiny to the wash rack and grabbed a hose. Tiny loved water and loved to be sprayed after a long day of work. I scrubbed her down and dried her off. I took Tiny to her stall and threw her rug over her back. While I fastened it, Sierra came in. "I best be going. I need to work Chief. Are we still having our Elves Club meeting tomorrow?" I nodded and turned back to Tiny. " Okay, see you then" was all she said before disappearing around the corner of the barn door. I filled Tiny's hay net and refilled her water bucket. She nickered softly and began to eat. I bid Tiny goodnight and closed and locked the stall door. Then I walked up to the house. My mom sat out on the porch with a glass of limenade and a smile. She handed me the glass and I sat down next to her and took a long drink. " So, how did she do today?" Mom asked looking interested. " 17.56 seconds. That's 2.17 seconds slower that yesterday. I'm not gonna get High Point at this rate." I set down my empty glass and stood to leave. " You can't expect very much from her, Denee. Remember, she is 21 years old." I sighed and entered the house. It was cool inside and I welcomed it. I trudged up to my room. I could hear my sister in her room, working away at her homework. I was really tired and I wanted to sleep. I entered my room and was welcomed by the site of my poster-covered walls. Pictures of elves and white horses adorned them. My favorite one, hanging over my bed, consisted of Legolas and Haldir, both with his weapon of choice. Haldir had his sword and Legolas had his bow. I loved The Lord of the Rings and loved to imagine myself in Middle-Earth. I flopped down on the bed and sighed. " I wish I was in Middle-Earth," I said, glancing around my room one last time before closing my eyes.
* Sorry for not putting in any laughs. Next chapter will be better =P