Thank you to all the very wonderful happy people that reviewed! May you be
showered in pixi stixs and chocolate! Chapter four is here. Took long
enough, eh? Well, chapter five shouldn't take quite so long. Now please,
step around any plot-holes you may or may not encounter and enjoy the fic.
Bah-bye!
~Phe~
Unlearning Santa
Andrea was scared, though she wouldn't have admitted it. That's something a lot of fairy tails leave out. Even Hansel and Gretel's house of sweets must have been pretty scary once they thought about it, especially if they went to the dentist afterwards. Although, this was a bit different from that sort of fairy tail.
She was led in. Once, Andrea had gone to a cave on a field trip. She had hidden in one corner of the cave for hours and sketched out page after page of this one column of living rock in the center of that room. She still remembered that cave and how pretty it had been. That cave had been nothing compared to this one. Pillars of gleaming, living stone lined the hall, lit with ruby torchlight. The wooden throne was occupied by a very unhappy looking being wearing a crown of red leaves and berries and holding a wooden staff. That, Andrea thought, would be the king.
The leader of the group who had brought her was speaking to the king in the strange language. Andrea took the opportunity to look around. She once again wished for her sketchbook. Then she saw another being in the far corner of the room. He had a book and was leaning against the wall holding his place with a finger. He was watching her. Andrea felt her cheeks warm and prayed they wouldn't turn too red.
"Speak." The king's voice startled her out of her so much that she jumped. "Who are you?"
"Er." Andrea's voice came out as a barely audibly whisper. "My name's Andrea, sir." She was wondering to herself that, if you crossed King Haggard with one of those male TV stars that are always on the cover of teen magazines you would get someone like the king. She though it would be likely.
"Why are you here?"
"I got lost." She mumbled, looking down at her feet. This was true, though not the whole truth. Sometimes, the whole truth isn't a good thing to tell people. Sometimes they might think you're crazy. Though, at the moment, Andrea might have agreed with that statement.
"What were you doing in Mirkwood?" He was sounding angry. Andrea flinched.
"I'm not entirely certain what you mean, sir." This was a whole truth, as Andrea had never included Tolkien on her list of fantasy books to check out.
"I will ask one more time. Why are you here?" His eyes had gone sort of squinty. Andrea had experience that told her not to mess with someone whose eyes have gone all squinty like that. Sadly, she still had no clue what he wanted of her.
"I got lost. I have no clue where I am at all, and I can't really tell you what I was doing besides being lost, cause I haven't been doing anything except being lost!" It is also sad to say she had worked up a bit of a temper over the last half-hour, and had said something to the king that was most likely not a very smart thing to say.
The king had started to say something to the others in that strange language again, when the elf in the corner spoke.
"Atar, she is but a child. Surely she could not have come to do harm. Look at her. She is shaking." Andrea wanted to melt into a little puddle. She also wanted to say she wasn't a child and was nearly fifteen, thank you very much. But hey, if a lack of growth hormones saved her life, far be it from her to complain.
The king was considering the statement. At long last he spoke. "Very well, I put her in your care." The elf in the corner gave the king a half bow- half nod and motioned for Andrea to follow him, which she was all to happy to do.
He led her back into the hall and down a series of passages and hallways. "You said your name is Andrea, yes?"
"It is."
"You have a strange name. Where are you from?" He was smiling back at her, and she could feel her insides turn to mush.
"Second star to the right, straight on till the third big lump of matter from the sun, right over the rainbow, left through the toll both. Please have exact change." It had been the answer she and her friends had once given a mean, snappish lady who had asked the way to an expensive clothing store. She had stored it away in memory till she had another opportunity to use it. At the confused look on her rescuer's face, however, she changed her answer. "New York. It's a long way from here, I think.but maybe not."
"I have never heard of it."
"I wouldn't think so.um." Andrea wrung her hands. "Not meaning to be rude or anything.but.what exactly are you?"
"I'm an elf." He was laughing as he said this. "My name is Legolas."
Andrea was thinking something along the lines of, what? Elf? Like Santa? Good gosh.then again, if this is the North Pole, I think I prefer it without the snow and such.wow.elves sure are pretty.ah! Where'd that come from?! Legolas was watching her think these thoughts with an amused expression.
"Your room is here."
This was meant to be much longer, but it got cut short. More to come soon. Even sooner if you click the pretty button.
~Phe~
Unlearning Santa
Andrea was scared, though she wouldn't have admitted it. That's something a lot of fairy tails leave out. Even Hansel and Gretel's house of sweets must have been pretty scary once they thought about it, especially if they went to the dentist afterwards. Although, this was a bit different from that sort of fairy tail.
She was led in. Once, Andrea had gone to a cave on a field trip. She had hidden in one corner of the cave for hours and sketched out page after page of this one column of living rock in the center of that room. She still remembered that cave and how pretty it had been. That cave had been nothing compared to this one. Pillars of gleaming, living stone lined the hall, lit with ruby torchlight. The wooden throne was occupied by a very unhappy looking being wearing a crown of red leaves and berries and holding a wooden staff. That, Andrea thought, would be the king.
The leader of the group who had brought her was speaking to the king in the strange language. Andrea took the opportunity to look around. She once again wished for her sketchbook. Then she saw another being in the far corner of the room. He had a book and was leaning against the wall holding his place with a finger. He was watching her. Andrea felt her cheeks warm and prayed they wouldn't turn too red.
"Speak." The king's voice startled her out of her so much that she jumped. "Who are you?"
"Er." Andrea's voice came out as a barely audibly whisper. "My name's Andrea, sir." She was wondering to herself that, if you crossed King Haggard with one of those male TV stars that are always on the cover of teen magazines you would get someone like the king. She though it would be likely.
"Why are you here?"
"I got lost." She mumbled, looking down at her feet. This was true, though not the whole truth. Sometimes, the whole truth isn't a good thing to tell people. Sometimes they might think you're crazy. Though, at the moment, Andrea might have agreed with that statement.
"What were you doing in Mirkwood?" He was sounding angry. Andrea flinched.
"I'm not entirely certain what you mean, sir." This was a whole truth, as Andrea had never included Tolkien on her list of fantasy books to check out.
"I will ask one more time. Why are you here?" His eyes had gone sort of squinty. Andrea had experience that told her not to mess with someone whose eyes have gone all squinty like that. Sadly, she still had no clue what he wanted of her.
"I got lost. I have no clue where I am at all, and I can't really tell you what I was doing besides being lost, cause I haven't been doing anything except being lost!" It is also sad to say she had worked up a bit of a temper over the last half-hour, and had said something to the king that was most likely not a very smart thing to say.
The king had started to say something to the others in that strange language again, when the elf in the corner spoke.
"Atar, she is but a child. Surely she could not have come to do harm. Look at her. She is shaking." Andrea wanted to melt into a little puddle. She also wanted to say she wasn't a child and was nearly fifteen, thank you very much. But hey, if a lack of growth hormones saved her life, far be it from her to complain.
The king was considering the statement. At long last he spoke. "Very well, I put her in your care." The elf in the corner gave the king a half bow- half nod and motioned for Andrea to follow him, which she was all to happy to do.
He led her back into the hall and down a series of passages and hallways. "You said your name is Andrea, yes?"
"It is."
"You have a strange name. Where are you from?" He was smiling back at her, and she could feel her insides turn to mush.
"Second star to the right, straight on till the third big lump of matter from the sun, right over the rainbow, left through the toll both. Please have exact change." It had been the answer she and her friends had once given a mean, snappish lady who had asked the way to an expensive clothing store. She had stored it away in memory till she had another opportunity to use it. At the confused look on her rescuer's face, however, she changed her answer. "New York. It's a long way from here, I think.but maybe not."
"I have never heard of it."
"I wouldn't think so.um." Andrea wrung her hands. "Not meaning to be rude or anything.but.what exactly are you?"
"I'm an elf." He was laughing as he said this. "My name is Legolas."
Andrea was thinking something along the lines of, what? Elf? Like Santa? Good gosh.then again, if this is the North Pole, I think I prefer it without the snow and such.wow.elves sure are pretty.ah! Where'd that come from?! Legolas was watching her think these thoughts with an amused expression.
"Your room is here."
This was meant to be much longer, but it got cut short. More to come soon. Even sooner if you click the pretty button.