I did this story before but now I plan on making it better. The Elvish is
as correct as I could get it, but it might not be 100% right. Don't leave
me comments on how I got a word wrong, cause I don't care. You'd be wasting
your time probably. Okay, now enjoy my Leggy fic :)!!
Dreaming
Lauren looked up from her Return or the King book with sleepy eyes. "Are we close yet?" she asked. You see, she was moving across the country [USA] from South Carolina to LA California.
Her dad glanced at her in the review mirror. "A few more hours. Get some sleep."
Lauren laid down on her pillow, but expected to get no sleep, but before she knew it, all went black and she FELT asleep...but was she asleep?
"...Kuruni?" [Good witch?]
"Car vanya teren kuruni tul..." [Make beautiful, slender witch come]
Lauren woke up with blurred male figures standing above her. One of them bent down and leaned over her face, but another pulled him away, sort of yelling at him. She blinked a few times and the shapes became clear. They were men with long, straight blond hair and there faces were beautiful and perfectly flawless. They talked to each other in a sweet, song-like tongue.
Lauren looked around for a moment, around the yelling figures. She looked at the trees in the dark and gloomy forest all around her. She was laying flat on damp grass and dirt.
"Where the hell am I?" Lauren yelled, getting up, not really expecting the two men to answer her in English.
"In Mirkwood, my lady," said the especially handsome one. "And I am..."
"Uume quente, haryon!" [Do not speak, prince!] Lauren flinched at the other man's snapping. "Wanya!" [go]
'Mirkwood?' Lauren wondered. 'That sounds really familiar.' The angry man took his spear and pointed it at Lauren and pointed forward. "Go."
"But I..." Lauren tried to argue. Who were these guys anyways and why would she obey them.
"GO!" He repeated, pointing the spear closer to her.
"Fine!" she grumbled, walking on the path where he had pointed.
'Where am I? Who are these guys?' Lauren wondered. She glanced at the handsome man next to her. These were very strange men...the weird thing was something about them wasn't man-like. Lauren took in everything about them she could. They didn't blink, they walked without sound, without even stirring a leaf, and they were very...angel-like. The two were very different. The one with the spear was always stern-faced, but the other one seemed peaceful and carefree. He seemed to have this desire to talk too, but the other one kept on hushing him.
"So where are you taking me?" Lauren said, finally gathering the courage to speak.
"Do not be frightened, we are..."
The stern faced elf, turned to the peaceful elf and put his finger to his lips. Then they leaned together whispering, behind Lauren. "She could be evil. We have no idea. We can't speak to her."
"She doesn't seem evil."
Lauren could only make out that, but they talked for a few minutes, most things she didn't understand.
Lauren was taken down some stairs under the foggy forest. She couldn't see anything in the complete darkness. After stumbling a few times, the men had to hold her arms and lead her through. Strangely they seemed to make it through the darkness with no trouble at all.
'I get it, I'm dreaming,' Lauren told herself. 'In a minute mom will wake me up telling me we're home.'
Finally they came across a big door, which they yelled at for a moment in their strange tongue and it opened. On the other side of the door was a wonderful hall-like place with doors all along the side. There were also more of these strange kinds of perfect-blond people walking about. The large hall had a long green carpet laid on the floors and silver walls with pictures in forest-green frames. Four golden chandeliers that Lauren could see, hung along the hall's ceilings.
Lauren gaped at the sight with her mouth hanging open. "It's beautiful," she said.
The peaceful-man beside her nodded with a smile. "Very," he said quietly.
"Now, you will meet our king and he will decide what to do with you, trespasser," said the hard-faced man. He grabbed Lauren by the arm and yanked her down the hall. Lauren looked back to see the cheerful man following, but not so cheerful looking anymore.
"You need not be so harsh, Morlith!" said the peaceful man.
"And you need not be so careless, Legolas," snapped the one pulling my arm.
I gasped. Legolas? Legolas Greenleaf from the book series I was reading? No, it couldn't be. Wow, what a strange dream!
I swear it'll get more interesting, especially at the end you'll be like 'wow!' Okay, till next time ;)
Dreaming
Lauren looked up from her Return or the King book with sleepy eyes. "Are we close yet?" she asked. You see, she was moving across the country [USA] from South Carolina to LA California.
Her dad glanced at her in the review mirror. "A few more hours. Get some sleep."
Lauren laid down on her pillow, but expected to get no sleep, but before she knew it, all went black and she FELT asleep...but was she asleep?
"...Kuruni?" [Good witch?]
"Car vanya teren kuruni tul..." [Make beautiful, slender witch come]
Lauren woke up with blurred male figures standing above her. One of them bent down and leaned over her face, but another pulled him away, sort of yelling at him. She blinked a few times and the shapes became clear. They were men with long, straight blond hair and there faces were beautiful and perfectly flawless. They talked to each other in a sweet, song-like tongue.
Lauren looked around for a moment, around the yelling figures. She looked at the trees in the dark and gloomy forest all around her. She was laying flat on damp grass and dirt.
"Where the hell am I?" Lauren yelled, getting up, not really expecting the two men to answer her in English.
"In Mirkwood, my lady," said the especially handsome one. "And I am..."
"Uume quente, haryon!" [Do not speak, prince!] Lauren flinched at the other man's snapping. "Wanya!" [go]
'Mirkwood?' Lauren wondered. 'That sounds really familiar.' The angry man took his spear and pointed it at Lauren and pointed forward. "Go."
"But I..." Lauren tried to argue. Who were these guys anyways and why would she obey them.
"GO!" He repeated, pointing the spear closer to her.
"Fine!" she grumbled, walking on the path where he had pointed.
'Where am I? Who are these guys?' Lauren wondered. She glanced at the handsome man next to her. These were very strange men...the weird thing was something about them wasn't man-like. Lauren took in everything about them she could. They didn't blink, they walked without sound, without even stirring a leaf, and they were very...angel-like. The two were very different. The one with the spear was always stern-faced, but the other one seemed peaceful and carefree. He seemed to have this desire to talk too, but the other one kept on hushing him.
"So where are you taking me?" Lauren said, finally gathering the courage to speak.
"Do not be frightened, we are..."
The stern faced elf, turned to the peaceful elf and put his finger to his lips. Then they leaned together whispering, behind Lauren. "She could be evil. We have no idea. We can't speak to her."
"She doesn't seem evil."
Lauren could only make out that, but they talked for a few minutes, most things she didn't understand.
Lauren was taken down some stairs under the foggy forest. She couldn't see anything in the complete darkness. After stumbling a few times, the men had to hold her arms and lead her through. Strangely they seemed to make it through the darkness with no trouble at all.
'I get it, I'm dreaming,' Lauren told herself. 'In a minute mom will wake me up telling me we're home.'
Finally they came across a big door, which they yelled at for a moment in their strange tongue and it opened. On the other side of the door was a wonderful hall-like place with doors all along the side. There were also more of these strange kinds of perfect-blond people walking about. The large hall had a long green carpet laid on the floors and silver walls with pictures in forest-green frames. Four golden chandeliers that Lauren could see, hung along the hall's ceilings.
Lauren gaped at the sight with her mouth hanging open. "It's beautiful," she said.
The peaceful-man beside her nodded with a smile. "Very," he said quietly.
"Now, you will meet our king and he will decide what to do with you, trespasser," said the hard-faced man. He grabbed Lauren by the arm and yanked her down the hall. Lauren looked back to see the cheerful man following, but not so cheerful looking anymore.
"You need not be so harsh, Morlith!" said the peaceful man.
"And you need not be so careless, Legolas," snapped the one pulling my arm.
I gasped. Legolas? Legolas Greenleaf from the book series I was reading? No, it couldn't be. Wow, what a strange dream!
I swear it'll get more interesting, especially at the end you'll be like 'wow!' Okay, till next time ;)