Disclaimer: I don't kno if this is necessary, but I don't any of the
characters originating from J.R.R. Tolkien's series.
A/N: Hi, this chapter will clear up some of the questions!!
The night of her father's New Years party came. Ella dressed in her dark green sweater and added a knee length black skirt and boots. With some makeup, she knew she looked good. She kept the pendant on, which she had been wearing ever since Gandalf's visit. She was still torn by indecision and was running out of time. Tonight was her last night to decide.
She and her father rode in a silent limousine, until he took his attention away from his palm pilot long enough to brief her on expected behavior. She went into a daze. This could all be summed up in one sentence, she thought, Sit with your legs crossed, don't bite your nails, and suck up to the people I plan to buy out.
Ella spent the unbearably lengthy evening smiling and nodding politely to people she didn't know, and occasionally talking to those she did. She avoided one of her father's employees who had hit on her at the party last year.
She decided to slip off to the bathroom. She had been thinking about the pendant all week. She just couldn't decide, and weighed the pros and cons in her head once more. This evening put everything into perspective. Being around false people like her father made up her mind. She wanted out now; she couldn't wait until college. She pulled the yellow slip of paper out of the pendant and chanted,
Transport me to a different Earth For a new chance; a rebirth Take me to neither the above nor below Take me away from all my woe.
The bathroom gained a surreal quality, and everything became tinged with green, like she was seeing the world through a green lense. Stalls and sinks began to blend together into one, and she felt herself lifted off her feet by an unseen force and propelled away from the party.
The next thing Ella knew, she had landed on top of somebody. A very angry somebody. She was shoved hard off of whomever she had landed on top of, and her shoulders were grabbed as she was pulled upright. Years of karate made flipping her assailant over her shoulders second nature. There was a grunt of surprise as the attacker hit the ground. Ella pinned him there.
"What in the name of the lady is your problem?" exclaimed a furious, muffled, but still curiously lilting voice.
Ella, angry herself, shouted back, "It wasn't my fault! I didn't choose to fall on you!" She let the person up. The person who had padded her landing was an incredibly tall person with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a pale blue tunic, with dark blue underneath, and on his leggings. He was armed with a sword inscribed with curious symbols. He shoved back his tangled blonde hair, revealing pointed ears.
" What are you?" she asked nervously. Seeing Spock's ears on someone other than Spock assured her she wasn't in Kansas anymore. She looked at her surroundings. She was in a bright green meadow that was ringed with tall trees. The trees were so tall, and the foliage so thick, there was no undergrowth in the forest, and there was complete shade.
"Isn't the normal question who are you?" he responded acidly.
An old man then entered the clearing in billowing gray robed and a pointed wizard hat with a staff strode into the clearing.
"What is this ruckus, Lotheon?" he asked.
It took a moment, but Ella recognized the old man as Gandalf. She rushed to greet him and hugged him tightly.
"So you came, little one. I was almost beginning to doubt you, and I would have to go looking for another apprentice as qualified as you," he said.
"Apprentice?" Ella asked apprehensively.
"Yes, I will explain more later, but allow me to introduce our traveling companion. This is Prince Lotheon, second son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood.
Seeing Ella's question in the direction of Lotheon's pointed ears, he added, "He is an elf. There are different races in this world, similar to yours'."
"Pleasure to meet you. You make such a great first impression," Ella said sarcastically. She really didn't like this elf.
"Go fetch the horse and cart, Lotheon," Gandalf ordered, sending away a sullen Lotheon. "This must be very confusing for you my dear," he said, turning to Ella, "But I am here like I promised and I will do my best to explain. This all starts with your mother. She is not from the Earth you grew up on. She is from here, a land known as Middle-Earth. Nora was a powerful witch, one of the most premier members of our order."
Seeing Ella's puzzle expression, he added, "Witches and wizards do exist, Ella. I am a wizard of this world. They call me Gandalf the Grey."
Continuing, he said, " Middle-Earth was involved in a terrible war, similar to your WWII, with the united races of Middle-Earth against the Dark Lord Sauron. We were trying to get help to win the war from any available resource. We sent one of us to another world in the hopes of making allies and gaining reinforcements. But the spell that was written to send your mother to your world was imperfect, and your mother was trapped there for the duration of the war. She realized she might never get back to her world and started her own life."
"Eventually, after the war was over, we were able to come and rescue her, but by then she had met your father and didn't want to come back. We were close, so I continued to visit, and I met you. I will never forget my first visit. I arrived in my robes, garbed as you see me now, and was fortunate your mother discovered me shortly after. After that, I was able to come in clothes ordinary to your world when I visited."
"Okay," Ella replied hesitantly, trying to soak in all the information, "Where does this apprentice stuff come in?"
"Your mother was a powerful witch. Her blood was passed on to you, and you have the potential to become just as-."
"ME?!" Ella exclaimed, "A witch?"
"Yes, but without the warts and cackling that occurs in your land. Where was I? Well, yes, you do have the potential to become a witch, you displayed it by reciting the spell I gave you. I will teach you more about magic, as we continue on our journey.
This sounded too good to be true to Ella.
"Someone pinch me!" she said aloud.
"Gladly," replied Lotheon, returning with the horse and cart, and pinched her hard. Apparently he was still angry about Ella's landing location.
"Gandalf, do we really need him?" she asked petulantly jerking her thumb in Lotheon's direction. He was the embodiment of the annoying younger brother she had been so lucky not to have.
"His father needed to get him out of Mirkwood. There were some incidents," Gandalf replied, giving him a mildly reproving look.
Lotheon flushed.
"We had best be on our way," Gandalf said, climbing into the cart. Ella clambered up next to him, and Lotheon mounted his horse.
A/N: Hi, this chapter will clear up some of the questions!!
The night of her father's New Years party came. Ella dressed in her dark green sweater and added a knee length black skirt and boots. With some makeup, she knew she looked good. She kept the pendant on, which she had been wearing ever since Gandalf's visit. She was still torn by indecision and was running out of time. Tonight was her last night to decide.
She and her father rode in a silent limousine, until he took his attention away from his palm pilot long enough to brief her on expected behavior. She went into a daze. This could all be summed up in one sentence, she thought, Sit with your legs crossed, don't bite your nails, and suck up to the people I plan to buy out.
Ella spent the unbearably lengthy evening smiling and nodding politely to people she didn't know, and occasionally talking to those she did. She avoided one of her father's employees who had hit on her at the party last year.
She decided to slip off to the bathroom. She had been thinking about the pendant all week. She just couldn't decide, and weighed the pros and cons in her head once more. This evening put everything into perspective. Being around false people like her father made up her mind. She wanted out now; she couldn't wait until college. She pulled the yellow slip of paper out of the pendant and chanted,
Transport me to a different Earth For a new chance; a rebirth Take me to neither the above nor below Take me away from all my woe.
The bathroom gained a surreal quality, and everything became tinged with green, like she was seeing the world through a green lense. Stalls and sinks began to blend together into one, and she felt herself lifted off her feet by an unseen force and propelled away from the party.
The next thing Ella knew, she had landed on top of somebody. A very angry somebody. She was shoved hard off of whomever she had landed on top of, and her shoulders were grabbed as she was pulled upright. Years of karate made flipping her assailant over her shoulders second nature. There was a grunt of surprise as the attacker hit the ground. Ella pinned him there.
"What in the name of the lady is your problem?" exclaimed a furious, muffled, but still curiously lilting voice.
Ella, angry herself, shouted back, "It wasn't my fault! I didn't choose to fall on you!" She let the person up. The person who had padded her landing was an incredibly tall person with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a pale blue tunic, with dark blue underneath, and on his leggings. He was armed with a sword inscribed with curious symbols. He shoved back his tangled blonde hair, revealing pointed ears.
" What are you?" she asked nervously. Seeing Spock's ears on someone other than Spock assured her she wasn't in Kansas anymore. She looked at her surroundings. She was in a bright green meadow that was ringed with tall trees. The trees were so tall, and the foliage so thick, there was no undergrowth in the forest, and there was complete shade.
"Isn't the normal question who are you?" he responded acidly.
An old man then entered the clearing in billowing gray robed and a pointed wizard hat with a staff strode into the clearing.
"What is this ruckus, Lotheon?" he asked.
It took a moment, but Ella recognized the old man as Gandalf. She rushed to greet him and hugged him tightly.
"So you came, little one. I was almost beginning to doubt you, and I would have to go looking for another apprentice as qualified as you," he said.
"Apprentice?" Ella asked apprehensively.
"Yes, I will explain more later, but allow me to introduce our traveling companion. This is Prince Lotheon, second son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood.
Seeing Ella's question in the direction of Lotheon's pointed ears, he added, "He is an elf. There are different races in this world, similar to yours'."
"Pleasure to meet you. You make such a great first impression," Ella said sarcastically. She really didn't like this elf.
"Go fetch the horse and cart, Lotheon," Gandalf ordered, sending away a sullen Lotheon. "This must be very confusing for you my dear," he said, turning to Ella, "But I am here like I promised and I will do my best to explain. This all starts with your mother. She is not from the Earth you grew up on. She is from here, a land known as Middle-Earth. Nora was a powerful witch, one of the most premier members of our order."
Seeing Ella's puzzle expression, he added, "Witches and wizards do exist, Ella. I am a wizard of this world. They call me Gandalf the Grey."
Continuing, he said, " Middle-Earth was involved in a terrible war, similar to your WWII, with the united races of Middle-Earth against the Dark Lord Sauron. We were trying to get help to win the war from any available resource. We sent one of us to another world in the hopes of making allies and gaining reinforcements. But the spell that was written to send your mother to your world was imperfect, and your mother was trapped there for the duration of the war. She realized she might never get back to her world and started her own life."
"Eventually, after the war was over, we were able to come and rescue her, but by then she had met your father and didn't want to come back. We were close, so I continued to visit, and I met you. I will never forget my first visit. I arrived in my robes, garbed as you see me now, and was fortunate your mother discovered me shortly after. After that, I was able to come in clothes ordinary to your world when I visited."
"Okay," Ella replied hesitantly, trying to soak in all the information, "Where does this apprentice stuff come in?"
"Your mother was a powerful witch. Her blood was passed on to you, and you have the potential to become just as-."
"ME?!" Ella exclaimed, "A witch?"
"Yes, but without the warts and cackling that occurs in your land. Where was I? Well, yes, you do have the potential to become a witch, you displayed it by reciting the spell I gave you. I will teach you more about magic, as we continue on our journey.
This sounded too good to be true to Ella.
"Someone pinch me!" she said aloud.
"Gladly," replied Lotheon, returning with the horse and cart, and pinched her hard. Apparently he was still angry about Ella's landing location.
"Gandalf, do we really need him?" she asked petulantly jerking her thumb in Lotheon's direction. He was the embodiment of the annoying younger brother she had been so lucky not to have.
"His father needed to get him out of Mirkwood. There were some incidents," Gandalf replied, giving him a mildly reproving look.
Lotheon flushed.
"We had best be on our way," Gandalf said, climbing into the cart. Ella clambered up next to him, and Lotheon mounted his horse.