~~Following the formula Christine would have chosen for one of her
fan fictions, she was found a few hours later by a woman in brown hunting
garb. She couldn't have been hunting, though, or she'd have pulled back
her hair, which was platinum blond and hung loose over her shoulders. The
bow and arrows must have been for decoration. Christine drew her knees up
to her chest and rested her chin on them, watching the approaching woman
(who appeared at this range to have four 'o clock shadow). When he was
within a few feet of her, Christine identified him and stood up, (a little
disoriented) ready to run from the elf whose picture she'd spent hours
fawning over.
He bowed like a regular 18th century gentleman and said "Have you lost your way lady?" Christine didn't say anything. "My name is Legolas Prince of Mirkwood" Christine didn't say anything. "May I ask your name, or from whence you hail?" he asked, thinking her home must be very far indeed, and a hard journey to reach, considering her foreign apparel and it's traveled state. Christine didn't say anything. "At least come with me to Rivendell..." (probably her destination, being the only place of interest for several miles) "...and take rest and refreshment before you continue." He offered his hand. Christine didn't say anything.
Legolas sighed and glanced behind him. The sun was low. He looked her over again. Her lips were blue. He couldn't bring himself to leave her there, mentally unstable as she must have been. He tried to lead her back, but she wouldn't budge. Finally, Legolas picked her up and hauled her over his head like a sack. He got a few feet before Christine found her voice, screaming and kicking and striking him with her notebook. He dropped her and backed away. "You are insane!" he told her. "Yes I know I know" Christine sobbed. "But wouldn't you be if you woke up in the middle of nowhere and one of Tolkien's characters popped up out of the grass."
Legolas turned around and ran for his life. He didn't know who Tolkien was, being "one of his characters" sounded like an insult, or even a threat. He met up with his traveling companion, a girl of about fifteen, at the edge of the woods bordering the field. She had loaded their gear onto Legolas's horse, and was leading her mare, Aerin, towards the field. She was an elvish princess, and therefore perfect. She seemed to have an awful lot of colors: Silver-blond hair streaked with gold, and cerulean blue eyes flecked with ocean green. Her skin was very pale even compared with her white silk dress. One wondered how she had kept it so clean during her journey. In fact, one wondered at her selection of traveling clothes in the first place.
Her eyes widened when she saw Legolas running back towards her. "What's wrong?" she asked her high pitched voice full of concern. "Nothing, no there was just." "Look!" she cut him off. "There's a girl."~~
I don't know how the average Jane would react to waking up in a fan fiction, but I don't think she would gasp, bat her eyes, and be quite all right again. Anyway, please review w/ constructive criticism! -Marisol
He bowed like a regular 18th century gentleman and said "Have you lost your way lady?" Christine didn't say anything. "My name is Legolas Prince of Mirkwood" Christine didn't say anything. "May I ask your name, or from whence you hail?" he asked, thinking her home must be very far indeed, and a hard journey to reach, considering her foreign apparel and it's traveled state. Christine didn't say anything. "At least come with me to Rivendell..." (probably her destination, being the only place of interest for several miles) "...and take rest and refreshment before you continue." He offered his hand. Christine didn't say anything.
Legolas sighed and glanced behind him. The sun was low. He looked her over again. Her lips were blue. He couldn't bring himself to leave her there, mentally unstable as she must have been. He tried to lead her back, but she wouldn't budge. Finally, Legolas picked her up and hauled her over his head like a sack. He got a few feet before Christine found her voice, screaming and kicking and striking him with her notebook. He dropped her and backed away. "You are insane!" he told her. "Yes I know I know" Christine sobbed. "But wouldn't you be if you woke up in the middle of nowhere and one of Tolkien's characters popped up out of the grass."
Legolas turned around and ran for his life. He didn't know who Tolkien was, being "one of his characters" sounded like an insult, or even a threat. He met up with his traveling companion, a girl of about fifteen, at the edge of the woods bordering the field. She had loaded their gear onto Legolas's horse, and was leading her mare, Aerin, towards the field. She was an elvish princess, and therefore perfect. She seemed to have an awful lot of colors: Silver-blond hair streaked with gold, and cerulean blue eyes flecked with ocean green. Her skin was very pale even compared with her white silk dress. One wondered how she had kept it so clean during her journey. In fact, one wondered at her selection of traveling clothes in the first place.
Her eyes widened when she saw Legolas running back towards her. "What's wrong?" she asked her high pitched voice full of concern. "Nothing, no there was just." "Look!" she cut him off. "There's a girl."~~
I don't know how the average Jane would react to waking up in a fan fiction, but I don't think she would gasp, bat her eyes, and be quite all right again. Anyway, please review w/ constructive criticism! -Marisol
