Artemis: T/y, the feedback's very encouraging! It isn't supposed to be real
though (and I'm fixing up the last chapter, imagine misspelling Tolkien)
~~The blond she-elf rushed to the spot where Christine sat, rocking back and forth. She ran like a deer, but with her skirts clutched in one hand to keep them out of the high grass. She crouched down (skirts forgotten) and put a motherly hand on Christine's shoulder, her charming features accented in worry. "What's the matter??" she asked anxiously. "Oh no, who are you?" Christine said between sobs, as though this was the last straw. She smoothed her dress before answering "I am the lady Serena Liana Marique of Mirkwood." seeming pleased at the chance of telling her so. Christine found this unreasonably funny and her crying lapsed into laughter. Legolas hovered incredulously behind her.
Christine was less surprised to meet one of her own characters than one of Tolkien's, or maybe she was still in the shock stage. The whole affair did have a dreamlike quality to it, and with the realization that the rules had changed to allow the impossible, came an acceptance of her new conditions. "My name is Christine" she told her wearily. "I'm from California" "Oh!" Legolas exclaimed, and the two girls looked up.
"Of course, yes. Aragorn's girl, the pretty one, she was of the Californians!" Christine wondered if Arwen had some very distant heritage she had not heard of. "She was distressed too, when she first arrived" he assured Christine. He seemed very much relieved, and even eager to speak with her. Understanding was dawning on Serena as well. "Come" Legolas said, taking charge. "We'll take you to Rivendell, you can meet her there. You must tell me all about your home." He set off with energy, Serena trailing and Christine following obediently, falling naturally into Middle Earth's custom of walking single file.
The horses worried her. Her experience in equestrianism consisted of a pony ride at the county fair when she was six. The ponies had been rigged up to a wooden wheel, with a pony at the end of each spoke. This was much different. Legolas and all the baggage (Christine's phone pad stuffed into the strap of the pack saddle) went to the white horse, which seemed displeased with the new arrangement. Serena mounted the chestnut one with ease and grace that reeked of fiction. Christine in her supple teacup pajamas could not manage what Serena had in a dress, so Legolas was obliged to dismount, lift her up in front of Serena, then reseat himself before kicking his horse into a trot.
There was no saddle. There were no stirrups or reigns. There wasn't even a strap. Christine squeezed her eyes shut and wound her fingers into the horse's mane. Serena nudged Aerin into a walk. Presently, Christine opened her eyes and relaxed her whit-knuckled death grip on Aerin's mane. It was almost like the county fair, a loping, relaxing up and down pattern. "Okay, hold on" Serena warned her digging her heels into Aerin's flanks. She sprang into a canter. Christine lurched backwards into Serena. She tried to right herself, but fell forwards onto the horse's neck, and slid off to the side. She hung like a wet leaf on a windowpane for a few seconds, before dropping to the ground.
If she'd been able to get wetter or dirtier, she probably would have. Serena leaned right, and Aerin turned compliantly, allowing Serena to scoop up Christine and deposit her back on the horse. They continued in this manner for two exhausting miles of little conversation, Serena backtracking every minute or so to collect a red eyed Christine. It was almost dark before the three of them reached the city.~~
Suggestions? -Marisol
~~The blond she-elf rushed to the spot where Christine sat, rocking back and forth. She ran like a deer, but with her skirts clutched in one hand to keep them out of the high grass. She crouched down (skirts forgotten) and put a motherly hand on Christine's shoulder, her charming features accented in worry. "What's the matter??" she asked anxiously. "Oh no, who are you?" Christine said between sobs, as though this was the last straw. She smoothed her dress before answering "I am the lady Serena Liana Marique of Mirkwood." seeming pleased at the chance of telling her so. Christine found this unreasonably funny and her crying lapsed into laughter. Legolas hovered incredulously behind her.
Christine was less surprised to meet one of her own characters than one of Tolkien's, or maybe she was still in the shock stage. The whole affair did have a dreamlike quality to it, and with the realization that the rules had changed to allow the impossible, came an acceptance of her new conditions. "My name is Christine" she told her wearily. "I'm from California" "Oh!" Legolas exclaimed, and the two girls looked up.
"Of course, yes. Aragorn's girl, the pretty one, she was of the Californians!" Christine wondered if Arwen had some very distant heritage she had not heard of. "She was distressed too, when she first arrived" he assured Christine. He seemed very much relieved, and even eager to speak with her. Understanding was dawning on Serena as well. "Come" Legolas said, taking charge. "We'll take you to Rivendell, you can meet her there. You must tell me all about your home." He set off with energy, Serena trailing and Christine following obediently, falling naturally into Middle Earth's custom of walking single file.
The horses worried her. Her experience in equestrianism consisted of a pony ride at the county fair when she was six. The ponies had been rigged up to a wooden wheel, with a pony at the end of each spoke. This was much different. Legolas and all the baggage (Christine's phone pad stuffed into the strap of the pack saddle) went to the white horse, which seemed displeased with the new arrangement. Serena mounted the chestnut one with ease and grace that reeked of fiction. Christine in her supple teacup pajamas could not manage what Serena had in a dress, so Legolas was obliged to dismount, lift her up in front of Serena, then reseat himself before kicking his horse into a trot.
There was no saddle. There were no stirrups or reigns. There wasn't even a strap. Christine squeezed her eyes shut and wound her fingers into the horse's mane. Serena nudged Aerin into a walk. Presently, Christine opened her eyes and relaxed her whit-knuckled death grip on Aerin's mane. It was almost like the county fair, a loping, relaxing up and down pattern. "Okay, hold on" Serena warned her digging her heels into Aerin's flanks. She sprang into a canter. Christine lurched backwards into Serena. She tried to right herself, but fell forwards onto the horse's neck, and slid off to the side. She hung like a wet leaf on a windowpane for a few seconds, before dropping to the ground.
If she'd been able to get wetter or dirtier, she probably would have. Serena leaned right, and Aerin turned compliantly, allowing Serena to scoop up Christine and deposit her back on the horse. They continued in this manner for two exhausting miles of little conversation, Serena backtracking every minute or so to collect a red eyed Christine. It was almost dark before the three of them reached the city.~~
Suggestions? -Marisol
