When Anne woke, she couldn't remember anything. She felt like she had been
hit by a truck. She looked down at her body. She looked like she had been
hit by a truck.
She was probably hit by a truck.
The cuts and bruises weren't serious at all, certainly not fatal. She was fine.
It seemed to be the most plausible idea at the time anyway. She lie on her back and let the gentle rain cleanse her cuts as she thought. Let's see. She thought. I was in the car with dad and--
With no warning at all, her memories came flooding back to her.
DAD!
She sat bolt upright and ignored the dizzying headache that sprang forth in the front of her head. She steadied herself and looked around frantically. She saw he quiver and bow lying a few feet away, right beside her dad. He had a deep cut on his face and his shirt was torn. His ragged shirt was completely red; his face was an unearthly pale shade, almost gray. He was drenched in blood, his own, and hers. She started to hyperventilate.
"Da. Dad?" She whispered. When she got no reply her breathing and heart rate increased even more. A few choked sobs emitted from her lips and tears streaked down her sallow face. "DAD!" she shouted at the top of her voice hoping it would wake him up. Somewhere deep inside of her she knew her efforts would be in vain. She refused to believe and shook her father firmly.
His head lolled back and she got no other response. She crumpled onto his lifeless form and started to shout. "DAD! WAKE UP! COME BACK TO ME!! Dad!"
Another fresh set of tears rolled down her cheeks as a group of men ran into the clearing. "Daddy?" she was whispering again, in an almost silent plea to bring him back, "come back to me."
The tall blond man looked on in pity and put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her back, but she refused to budge. "You must leave him now," stated the man. "You must go."
"No!" She tore away from his grip and grabbed the dead man's hand. He gently pulled her away and into his arms. "You must go."
Anne willingly fell into the man's arms, "But I don't want to." She cried.
He started to stroke her back and pulled her away. "You must."
"No." Another set of tears rolled down her cheeks as the rest of the group watched helplessly. Two of the five little ones had tears running down their cheeks openly, and one of them let a single salty tear roll into his gruff red beard.
"You must," the blond man pulled Anne's head up so she was forced to look into his eyes.
"But I don't want to leave him." She buried her head into his chest and cried.
"Aragorn?" The tall man with raven hair went and rolled the body over, wrapping it in a cloak. He picked the body up and slung it over his shoulder. The blond man, who Anne now would have noted was not a man, but was an elf, if she weren't so caught up in grief, moved to pick her up. Anne shied away and stood up.
"I can walk on my own." She turned from him and picked up her quiver. She looked behind her to see him offering her bow to her. She accepted it and let out a choked 'thank you'.
Anne walked, with the blond man keeping her silent company in the rear. She was glad for that, it made it feel like someone cared.
After about a half hour, she began to ask the elf questions out of the blue. "Who are you?" There was the first one.
He smiled at her, "Legolas."
A skeptical look was all he got in reply for the next five minutes. "My name is Anne." Aragorn looked over the shoulder that wasn't occupied with the body and smiled with Legolas.
"Where am I?" Gandalf looked up from the front and stopped.
He looked at her startled, "In Eryn Lasgalen, an hour away from my father's palace."
Another skeptical look was sent his way. "You're a bunch of bloody loonies, aren't you?"
This time it was Anne who received 'the look'. From several people. Gandalf smiled. "I am right then." Anne gave him 'the look' "You are not from this world."
The group of travelers gasped. "Bloody, bloody loonies." She affirmed.
Gandalf chuckled, "Your clothes, your bow, and your manner of speech. They are not like ours."
"What tipped you off?" Anne looked at him with zero emotion on her face. Idiots, complete and utter idiots. Inside she was faltering, dying slowly. Legolas could tell by her spirit, her fëa.
Gandalf smiled as Pippin began to read what was on her shirt. Anne leveled her glare at Pip. "What, pray tell, are you doing?" Pippin looked up and flushed red as he realized what he had been looking at. Gimli couldn't help but smile and let out a cough.
"Yes, but. it and, the writing." Anne let out a faint smile. She was wearing tight brown jeans and a forest green shirt that said princess on it. "Are you really a princess?" Anne would have laughed, but for the circumstances. "No. It's just the shirt. Dad got it for me because." She cut off her sentence and the smile was completely erased from her face, Pippin felt a wave of guilt sure over him.
"Sorry," he went up to her and gave her a hug. She fell to her knees and into the little hobbit's arms.
"It's not your fault." This time she cried without letting an audience stop her. When she stopped, she let Legolas carry her. Anne didn't have enough energy to walk the last ten minutes to this castle the 'hobbits' kept mentioning. Anne fell asleep in his arms crying. After all this time she didn't notice his ears. Or hers for that matter.
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She was probably hit by a truck.
The cuts and bruises weren't serious at all, certainly not fatal. She was fine.
It seemed to be the most plausible idea at the time anyway. She lie on her back and let the gentle rain cleanse her cuts as she thought. Let's see. She thought. I was in the car with dad and--
With no warning at all, her memories came flooding back to her.
DAD!
She sat bolt upright and ignored the dizzying headache that sprang forth in the front of her head. She steadied herself and looked around frantically. She saw he quiver and bow lying a few feet away, right beside her dad. He had a deep cut on his face and his shirt was torn. His ragged shirt was completely red; his face was an unearthly pale shade, almost gray. He was drenched in blood, his own, and hers. She started to hyperventilate.
"Da. Dad?" She whispered. When she got no reply her breathing and heart rate increased even more. A few choked sobs emitted from her lips and tears streaked down her sallow face. "DAD!" she shouted at the top of her voice hoping it would wake him up. Somewhere deep inside of her she knew her efforts would be in vain. She refused to believe and shook her father firmly.
His head lolled back and she got no other response. She crumpled onto his lifeless form and started to shout. "DAD! WAKE UP! COME BACK TO ME!! Dad!"
Another fresh set of tears rolled down her cheeks as a group of men ran into the clearing. "Daddy?" she was whispering again, in an almost silent plea to bring him back, "come back to me."
The tall blond man looked on in pity and put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her back, but she refused to budge. "You must leave him now," stated the man. "You must go."
"No!" She tore away from his grip and grabbed the dead man's hand. He gently pulled her away and into his arms. "You must go."
Anne willingly fell into the man's arms, "But I don't want to." She cried.
He started to stroke her back and pulled her away. "You must."
"No." Another set of tears rolled down her cheeks as the rest of the group watched helplessly. Two of the five little ones had tears running down their cheeks openly, and one of them let a single salty tear roll into his gruff red beard.
"You must," the blond man pulled Anne's head up so she was forced to look into his eyes.
"But I don't want to leave him." She buried her head into his chest and cried.
"Aragorn?" The tall man with raven hair went and rolled the body over, wrapping it in a cloak. He picked the body up and slung it over his shoulder. The blond man, who Anne now would have noted was not a man, but was an elf, if she weren't so caught up in grief, moved to pick her up. Anne shied away and stood up.
"I can walk on my own." She turned from him and picked up her quiver. She looked behind her to see him offering her bow to her. She accepted it and let out a choked 'thank you'.
Anne walked, with the blond man keeping her silent company in the rear. She was glad for that, it made it feel like someone cared.
After about a half hour, she began to ask the elf questions out of the blue. "Who are you?" There was the first one.
He smiled at her, "Legolas."
A skeptical look was all he got in reply for the next five minutes. "My name is Anne." Aragorn looked over the shoulder that wasn't occupied with the body and smiled with Legolas.
"Where am I?" Gandalf looked up from the front and stopped.
He looked at her startled, "In Eryn Lasgalen, an hour away from my father's palace."
Another skeptical look was sent his way. "You're a bunch of bloody loonies, aren't you?"
This time it was Anne who received 'the look'. From several people. Gandalf smiled. "I am right then." Anne gave him 'the look' "You are not from this world."
The group of travelers gasped. "Bloody, bloody loonies." She affirmed.
Gandalf chuckled, "Your clothes, your bow, and your manner of speech. They are not like ours."
"What tipped you off?" Anne looked at him with zero emotion on her face. Idiots, complete and utter idiots. Inside she was faltering, dying slowly. Legolas could tell by her spirit, her fëa.
Gandalf smiled as Pippin began to read what was on her shirt. Anne leveled her glare at Pip. "What, pray tell, are you doing?" Pippin looked up and flushed red as he realized what he had been looking at. Gimli couldn't help but smile and let out a cough.
"Yes, but. it and, the writing." Anne let out a faint smile. She was wearing tight brown jeans and a forest green shirt that said princess on it. "Are you really a princess?" Anne would have laughed, but for the circumstances. "No. It's just the shirt. Dad got it for me because." She cut off her sentence and the smile was completely erased from her face, Pippin felt a wave of guilt sure over him.
"Sorry," he went up to her and gave her a hug. She fell to her knees and into the little hobbit's arms.
"It's not your fault." This time she cried without letting an audience stop her. When she stopped, she let Legolas carry her. Anne didn't have enough energy to walk the last ten minutes to this castle the 'hobbits' kept mentioning. Anne fell asleep in his arms crying. After all this time she didn't notice his ears. Or hers for that matter.
***
Chapter two. YAY! Once again, review and flame and eat smores with me! No matter how much you flame me I will keep going. I like it even if you don't. For goodness' sake, why would you even read it if you didn't like it.
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