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Strangest Paintings
"Let's see what our king thinks of you when you meet him tomorrow!" Morlith pushed Lauren through a door that was inside of the hall and it led to a beautiful bedroom. "Stay in here tonight. Someone will bring you food."
Lauren saw that Legolas frowned as the door was shut on her. "She's just a girl. You need not be so angry. She's done nothing," she heard from the other side of the door.
"She appeared here by Magic! Nothing in this wood besides the elves seems to be good... so why should she be good?"
"Does she look bad?" Legolas argued.
"Looks may deceive my friend," Morlith said, patting Legolas on the shoulder and walking away. Legolas waited till he disappeared around a corner before he opened the door...or attempted to open the door. It was locked.
He almost was sure he heard a sob coming from the other side." Girl, can you open the door?" Legolas asked softly.
She opened the door, her cheeks covered in tears. "What?" she answered.
"Will you let me in so we can talk?" Legolas asked.
She nodded and let him in. The both sat on opposite sides of the bed. "Why do you cry?"
"I don't know... I never cry. But this is worse than anything. I'm away from home and I don't see any way of getting back, PLUS no one is being very nice to me already..."
"Morlith is just scared of you. He's afraid you might unleash some sort of satanic power or something. Ignore him. He'll see you're not."
Lauren's eyes flashed. "What if I do hold some power of my own?" Lauren asked, grinning. "I'm really a clever dark witch!" They both laughed at her lameness.
"So..." she continued in her normal voice. "This is Mirkwood in Lord of the rings trilogy?"
"Uh...Mirkwood in what? This is Mirkwood in Middle Earth, not Mirkwood in 'Lord of the rings trilogy,' whatever THAT is," he said.
Lauren laughed. "Never mind."
Legolas looked at Lauren and smiled. "Why don't we get out of here? You must not like to be told to sit here like you're a prisoner! Let's leave this place. Maybe we can make you look like an elf. You have almost the same color hair as me!"
"Me and elf?" Lauren shook her head. "I don't think I look Elven...but I could use something else other than my dirty jeans and band-shirt."
"Band shirt? We never call them band-shirts! We call them shirts and blouses," he said with a grin.
Lauren shook her head. "Maybe sometime I'll tell you lots about my world."
"Sure, it all can wait though. I'll call some hairdressers n' such to come in here and make you look Elven. Later tonight after you have dinner, we can get out of this place!" Legolas said, about to slip from the door. "Uhh...what's your name, love?"
"Lauren," she answered.
"Lauren," Legolas mimicked and ran away.
Lauren sighed and fell on her bed. How strange...to be in a complete different world running around with some guy MUCH older than her in the evening. "He's cool," Lauren said to herself, "but I just want to go home."
A beautiful blond girl with hair almost as long as Lauren's came in the room. Her green eyes glittered until she looked upon Lauren. "Child, you are filthy!" she exclaimed. "No one said I was doing the job of the impossible!"
'Child?' Lauren wondered. 'She's only about one year older than me!' "One elf-man in the forest didn't treat me so kindly. I kinda got pushed around a bit," Lauren said.
The elf nodded sympathetically. "Get in this tub over here and when your done we will fix you up. You will be attending Prince Legolas tonight for a walk in our halls!"
Lauren took a towel gratefully and went to the tub in the small room next door. She was just reminded how much Legolas was out of her range. He was a prince!
When Lauren got out of the tub, a few Elven girls came in. "I'm naked, you can't come in here!" she said, trying to scream it, but barely able to find her own voice. They rolled their eyes and dressed her in weird layers of frilly things, one after another.
"You shall not be so cold now, child," said one.
Lauren rolled her eyes in return. What was up with calling her child anyways? She was fifteen, but she looked like she could be twenty! Why did they have to call her child?
They pulled and tugged her hair with strange devises that she had never seen before. Then they patted her face with powders and put makeup on her eyes. And at everything, Lauren wrinkled her nose in disgust. "This is not..." she tried to protest, but one girl hushed her.
"Child, be grateful. This makeup is for the royal and most wealthy girls, but Legolas ordered that you should wear it."
Lauren clamped her mouth shut in response.
Not long after, she was given a mirror. It wasn't the kind of mirror she was used to. It was a piece of glossed metal that seemed to be hit over and over again into a flat shape. She could see herself in it, so she assumed it was a mirror, which it was. "I...I..." she stammered, not able to find the right words. "Thank you, this is much better," she said with a smile. "I just need the pointy ears and I'm a real elf!"
"Well, we'll leave, my lady." Before she could thank them, they seemed to be gone. And on her bed was a plate with something wrapped up in a green box. She unwrapped the box and put one of the yellow soft squares in her mouth and she giggled with delight.
"Rimus," she said reading a piece of paper on the package. "Like chocolate bread!" she said to herself. She threw herself onto the bed, the box of Rimus in her hands as she ate some.
"Wow," she said to herself. "This is the most awesome place."
An hour later or so, Legolas came in. "I wanted to show you the halls of my father, King Thranduil!"
Lauren jumped off the bed, almost tripping over the green, silver, and white dress. He laughed a little bit and held out his hand for her to grab. She looked and hesitated, but finally took it. "Show me you underground castle, great Prince Legolas!" Lauren said, trying not to laugh.
"I will, Lady Lauren!" he said with a wink.
They left her room and strangely the whole floor was empty, unlike how it had been a few hours ago.
"I want to show you some paintings, but first of all I will show you the greatest...my favorite picture framed on our walls," Legolas started to pick up the pace and Lauren fell in step with him. The halls seemed to go on forever and ever under the forest. "Here it is!" Legolas said finally, stopping at a picture larger than she had seen yet.
It was a painting of a girl in a green gown, not so poofy and frilly as the dress Lauren was now wearing. The girl was in the forest, circled in trees and she was sitting and leaning against one. She could see a waterfall in the background too. Everything about the painting was so detailed. It almost looked like a real PHOTO!
"That...that's me!" Lauren said, going closer to the picture. "I can't believe it...what? How did they paint a picture like that?"
"I don't know," Legolas shook his head. "But when I saw you I couldn't help but remember this picture. This is Brilaglarwen who is said to save Mirkwood one day, from all of it's evil! My father dreamed of her years and years ago and painted a picture of her. He swears this is what she looks like...Brilaglarwen, cheerful half-elf and she will help rid us of Mirkwood's Orcs."
Lauren laughed. "Then it mustn't be me," she said. "I am not a hero and I'm not a half-elf. I'm a simple teenager from a town in South Carolina."
Legolas shrugged and looked back at the picture. "Strange fate that we she come across you, so alike in stature as this girl."
Lauren too looked back at the picture. She couldn't deny that the woman in the picture looked identical to her. "Very strange," she agreed.
Strangest Paintings
"Let's see what our king thinks of you when you meet him tomorrow!" Morlith pushed Lauren through a door that was inside of the hall and it led to a beautiful bedroom. "Stay in here tonight. Someone will bring you food."
Lauren saw that Legolas frowned as the door was shut on her. "She's just a girl. You need not be so angry. She's done nothing," she heard from the other side of the door.
"She appeared here by Magic! Nothing in this wood besides the elves seems to be good... so why should she be good?"
"Does she look bad?" Legolas argued.
"Looks may deceive my friend," Morlith said, patting Legolas on the shoulder and walking away. Legolas waited till he disappeared around a corner before he opened the door...or attempted to open the door. It was locked.
He almost was sure he heard a sob coming from the other side." Girl, can you open the door?" Legolas asked softly.
She opened the door, her cheeks covered in tears. "What?" she answered.
"Will you let me in so we can talk?" Legolas asked.
She nodded and let him in. The both sat on opposite sides of the bed. "Why do you cry?"
"I don't know... I never cry. But this is worse than anything. I'm away from home and I don't see any way of getting back, PLUS no one is being very nice to me already..."
"Morlith is just scared of you. He's afraid you might unleash some sort of satanic power or something. Ignore him. He'll see you're not."
Lauren's eyes flashed. "What if I do hold some power of my own?" Lauren asked, grinning. "I'm really a clever dark witch!" They both laughed at her lameness.
"So..." she continued in her normal voice. "This is Mirkwood in Lord of the rings trilogy?"
"Uh...Mirkwood in what? This is Mirkwood in Middle Earth, not Mirkwood in 'Lord of the rings trilogy,' whatever THAT is," he said.
Lauren laughed. "Never mind."
Legolas looked at Lauren and smiled. "Why don't we get out of here? You must not like to be told to sit here like you're a prisoner! Let's leave this place. Maybe we can make you look like an elf. You have almost the same color hair as me!"
"Me and elf?" Lauren shook her head. "I don't think I look Elven...but I could use something else other than my dirty jeans and band-shirt."
"Band shirt? We never call them band-shirts! We call them shirts and blouses," he said with a grin.
Lauren shook her head. "Maybe sometime I'll tell you lots about my world."
"Sure, it all can wait though. I'll call some hairdressers n' such to come in here and make you look Elven. Later tonight after you have dinner, we can get out of this place!" Legolas said, about to slip from the door. "Uhh...what's your name, love?"
"Lauren," she answered.
"Lauren," Legolas mimicked and ran away.
Lauren sighed and fell on her bed. How strange...to be in a complete different world running around with some guy MUCH older than her in the evening. "He's cool," Lauren said to herself, "but I just want to go home."
A beautiful blond girl with hair almost as long as Lauren's came in the room. Her green eyes glittered until she looked upon Lauren. "Child, you are filthy!" she exclaimed. "No one said I was doing the job of the impossible!"
'Child?' Lauren wondered. 'She's only about one year older than me!' "One elf-man in the forest didn't treat me so kindly. I kinda got pushed around a bit," Lauren said.
The elf nodded sympathetically. "Get in this tub over here and when your done we will fix you up. You will be attending Prince Legolas tonight for a walk in our halls!"
Lauren took a towel gratefully and went to the tub in the small room next door. She was just reminded how much Legolas was out of her range. He was a prince!
When Lauren got out of the tub, a few Elven girls came in. "I'm naked, you can't come in here!" she said, trying to scream it, but barely able to find her own voice. They rolled their eyes and dressed her in weird layers of frilly things, one after another.
"You shall not be so cold now, child," said one.
Lauren rolled her eyes in return. What was up with calling her child anyways? She was fifteen, but she looked like she could be twenty! Why did they have to call her child?
They pulled and tugged her hair with strange devises that she had never seen before. Then they patted her face with powders and put makeup on her eyes. And at everything, Lauren wrinkled her nose in disgust. "This is not..." she tried to protest, but one girl hushed her.
"Child, be grateful. This makeup is for the royal and most wealthy girls, but Legolas ordered that you should wear it."
Lauren clamped her mouth shut in response.
Not long after, she was given a mirror. It wasn't the kind of mirror she was used to. It was a piece of glossed metal that seemed to be hit over and over again into a flat shape. She could see herself in it, so she assumed it was a mirror, which it was. "I...I..." she stammered, not able to find the right words. "Thank you, this is much better," she said with a smile. "I just need the pointy ears and I'm a real elf!"
"Well, we'll leave, my lady." Before she could thank them, they seemed to be gone. And on her bed was a plate with something wrapped up in a green box. She unwrapped the box and put one of the yellow soft squares in her mouth and she giggled with delight.
"Rimus," she said reading a piece of paper on the package. "Like chocolate bread!" she said to herself. She threw herself onto the bed, the box of Rimus in her hands as she ate some.
"Wow," she said to herself. "This is the most awesome place."
An hour later or so, Legolas came in. "I wanted to show you the halls of my father, King Thranduil!"
Lauren jumped off the bed, almost tripping over the green, silver, and white dress. He laughed a little bit and held out his hand for her to grab. She looked and hesitated, but finally took it. "Show me you underground castle, great Prince Legolas!" Lauren said, trying not to laugh.
"I will, Lady Lauren!" he said with a wink.
They left her room and strangely the whole floor was empty, unlike how it had been a few hours ago.
"I want to show you some paintings, but first of all I will show you the greatest...my favorite picture framed on our walls," Legolas started to pick up the pace and Lauren fell in step with him. The halls seemed to go on forever and ever under the forest. "Here it is!" Legolas said finally, stopping at a picture larger than she had seen yet.
It was a painting of a girl in a green gown, not so poofy and frilly as the dress Lauren was now wearing. The girl was in the forest, circled in trees and she was sitting and leaning against one. She could see a waterfall in the background too. Everything about the painting was so detailed. It almost looked like a real PHOTO!
"That...that's me!" Lauren said, going closer to the picture. "I can't believe it...what? How did they paint a picture like that?"
"I don't know," Legolas shook his head. "But when I saw you I couldn't help but remember this picture. This is Brilaglarwen who is said to save Mirkwood one day, from all of it's evil! My father dreamed of her years and years ago and painted a picture of her. He swears this is what she looks like...Brilaglarwen, cheerful half-elf and she will help rid us of Mirkwood's Orcs."
Lauren laughed. "Then it mustn't be me," she said. "I am not a hero and I'm not a half-elf. I'm a simple teenager from a town in South Carolina."
Legolas shrugged and looked back at the picture. "Strange fate that we she come across you, so alike in stature as this girl."
Lauren too looked back at the picture. She couldn't deny that the woman in the picture looked identical to her. "Very strange," she agreed.