Hello all, just wanted to say that I've only seen the movies and I haven't
read the books (yet). So if there's any mistakes (and there will be) you
know why. If you really want to inform me of what really happened and add
to my knowledge of LoR (which isn't much I'll admit) go ahead, if you don't
really care that's okay too. It's fine with me either way.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Lord of the Rings (but how I wish I owned Legolas!!)
*a* = Bold/italics 'a' = Thoughts
Chapter one; The Kissed
"No way!"
"So way!"
"As if! Couldn't happen!"
"Oh, you know it could!"
"Please!"
"You just want it to happen to you!"
"Teresa, shut up and read my lips, it's impossible for you to have sex with Legolas! He's not real!"
"You just know I have a better chance than you!"
"No one has any chance with him!"
"WOULD YOU BOTH JUST SHUT UP?!" Mari screamed at us as we elapsed into a quick silence. Ah, yes, Mari, a tall, usually simple, quiet Asian girl who was always the one to settle the arguments. We had been walking away from 8th grade teachers and books for almost twenty minutes and brawled all the way.
"Could too." Teresa, another Asian, but not as tall or quiet, whispered.
"Could not."
"Could too."
"No."
"Yes!" she said raising her voice.
"No!"
"*YES*!"
"*NO*!"
"*SHUT UP ALREADY*!!" Mari hollered again, "Every day! You two bicker about Legolas! Enough already!"
"Peach is always the one to start it." Teresa mumbled.
"I am not!" I, an average American with long brown hair argued back.
"Are too!"
"No, stop it!" Mari shouted covering her ears, "Not listening! La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, not listening!" she sang as we continued shouting over her.
This was a typical day of my life. We were always taking sides for something small. Ever since the Lord of the Rings came out on movie, almost every girl who saw Legolas fell in love; Teresa and I were definitely on his top ten-lover list.
We rounded another corner in our slow paced walk. We always walked home together and ever since we knew each other, nothing different ever happened, but this day was...special, so to speak.
I smelt an awful stench and wondered what it was, as soon as I took my eyes off of Teresa, I gasped, nearly falling over in surprise. My friends' heads shot up and looked at what I was gawking at then froze, completely speechless. Ahead of us was a long stretch of sidewalk and standing in the distance was the most ugly creature I had ever seen pulling back an arrow, his aim directly on us.
A blood-curdling scream escaped from Teresa's throat and the creature winced at the sudden high-pitched noise. An arrow screamed through the air and I watched as it just barely grazed Teresa's neck, throwing back her long black hair.
Before I knew what was happening, he snatched another arrow from his quill, pulled back the string, and released the weapon. It felt as if time had stopped along with my heart. I could feel nothing. I looked for the arrow, then half gasped, half choked. It had landed in the center of my left shoulder.
The pain flooded in powerful waves and I must have screamed because there was a painful ringing in my throat and ears. I dropped to one knee and tried hard to stay strong and not cry. Mari and Teresa had run frantically to safety, thinking I had done the same.
I looked up to see two more creatures in the distance, shooting and coming closer.
'Orcs. Of course.' I thought as their arrows hissed passed me, 'I never thought my death would come this soon.'
I felt myself falling, and I felt the immense pain in my arm, but somehow I didn't feel the powerful arm around my waist. I was pulled up and onto a horse, a warm body behind me, then I felt something I had never felt before.
It was like a wave of air, but it pushed *through* my body and I was forced back into the chest armor of the rider, his arm still wrapped around my middle. My vision blurred, and I heard nothing, but I felt the movement of the horse and a cooling of a deep shade.
I smelt moss, grass, and was it pine? Oak maybe? Colors flew through my mind, dark, green and brown-- a forest?
'But no, there's no forest for miles. No, it's impossible.' I thought.
We stopped, and the rider swiftly lifted himself off the horse and then picked me up. He carried me in his arms and then set me on the ground, a soft, mossy grass comforting me underneath.
A few moments later I felt a cool, wet cloth swiftly sweeping across my face, relieving my senses. I tried to open my eyes, but couldn't. I made an effort to speak, but it only came out in squeaks.
Move; I could move my head. I let it fall to my left, but couldn't get it back, why couldn't I move? My eyes opened a slit and saw a long, narrow object-- the arrow! The gentle sweeping of the damp cloth stopped. I moved my wrist, desperately trying to regain all consciousness.
I watched as he took hold of the arrow, then tried to pull it out. The pain was so bad I tried to scream again, but no sound came out. I felt him put a firm hand on my shoulder, his thumb and index finger around the arrow. Then, with his free hand, he yanked it out.
I took deep breaths, trying to ease the pain. He poured a liquid that stung over the wound and then wrapped it in a soft cloth. The pain lessened as the fluid seeped into my skin.
I felt his arm slip around my shoulder, my neck resting in the crook of his elbow, the same strong arm that had lifted me on his horse. I felt a cup at my lips and tasted what I thought to be cold water, but somehow different. It left a strange aftertaste, sweet and sugary, but almost sour. Suddenly, my mind cleared and my eyes fluttered open.
As my eyes were adjusting to my dim settings, I sat up with the help of the stranger. I saw that I was in a forest, though I didn't see how it was possible. I looked at the man who had been so gentle with me and my breath was gone.
There, kneeling beside me was Legolas, the man of all our dreams. I was completely speechless, but my voice soon recovered.
"Am I dreaming?" I asked backing up and staring at him with wide eyes.
"No, this is no dream." He replied.
I practically drooled over the sound of his voice, but then his words hit me.
"Then where am I? Why am I here?" I was almost frantic, but managed to keep it together.
"You, lady Peach, are in Middle Earth."
"No, see, that's impos- hey, how did you know my name?"
"Many know your name milady."
"What? How? How is my name known?"
"You are the kissed."
"What? The kissed? What's that supposed to mean?"
"I am unable to tell you unfortunately, but I can tell you this, you are in the greatest of danger."
"And what danger would this be?"
"The orcs. They are not much of a threat when they have no help or are in small numbers, but these are not ordinary. They are being guided by Saruman, a great sorcerer."
"But why are they after me? How were they in my world and how am I in theirs?"
"Like I said, you are the kissed, they will make great attempts to kill you. Until you are dead, they will not rest. That's why I came into your world."
"But *how*?" I asked getting impatient.
"When he sent his orcs, Saruman made a rip in time. The rip led to your dimension, allowing them to go there and you to come here. By simply walking through it you can travel through the worlds, but it is not easy to find or make. I was told I had to find it and bring you here, along with about twenty others. We all were given horses and searched for the portal, but only I found it. You can't see them, there's nothing to see, so when I rode into it, I didn't even know, it was an accident. We are far from the portal yet, it will close in a matter of minutes, I imagine the orcs are long gone."
I fell to my knees, "So you're basically telling me I'll never be able to go back to my world? I will never see my family or friends, never go back to my school, my church, my entire life has just been erased."
"Unfortunately, that's exactly what I'm saying. You belong in this world, because you are--"
"The kissed." I finished.
~*~
We had rode on into the deep forest for what seemed like hours then night fell among the trees. We stopped and Legolas built a fire. He went out to "explore" and for some reason, I didn't question, even though I knew it wasn't what he meant to do.
I sat against a mighty tree and pulled Legolas' cape around me. I watched the flames dancing in the gentle breeze, trying to sleep. I closed my eyes which had become heavy and sore from the smoke mingling with the air.
I tried desperately to fall asleep, but a foul smell would not allow me. I kept my eyes closed, trying to place the smell, knowing it was familiar, then it hit me, orcs!
My heart beat rapidly as I ripped off the cape and threw it over the fire, smothering it to ashes. They weren't far, but they weren't near enough to see me, not yet anyway. I ran like mad in the opposite direction, running was not only the one thing I knew I could pass with flying colors, it was practically my hobby.
I pushed my strength farther than my body was used to, my chest ready to burst. My legs ached, but the coldness of the night numbed them and I ran on. I dodged trees, leaping over rotted logs and sharp rocks, but there was one rock I did not see.
I ran over it with full speed, noticing my mistake only after I had begun to fall. The rock cut into my leg, splitting the skin from my thigh to my ankle, scraping the bone. I fell into shock and felt nothing around me, but I saw myself falling down a hill, and knew that when I stopped, I hit my head hard, and fell unconscious.
~*~
And now, if you'll be so kind as to do your part and review, I would appreciate it very much. To any "flamers" out there: consider yourselves welcome to "flame", but don't consider it to be received as you intend it to. Any-let's refer to it as advice-you send in, will be read and considered. If it's constructive, I'll take it into consideration and re- post that page with corrections added. Thank you for your time.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Lord of the Rings (but how I wish I owned Legolas!!)
*a* = Bold/italics 'a' = Thoughts
Chapter one; The Kissed
"No way!"
"So way!"
"As if! Couldn't happen!"
"Oh, you know it could!"
"Please!"
"You just want it to happen to you!"
"Teresa, shut up and read my lips, it's impossible for you to have sex with Legolas! He's not real!"
"You just know I have a better chance than you!"
"No one has any chance with him!"
"WOULD YOU BOTH JUST SHUT UP?!" Mari screamed at us as we elapsed into a quick silence. Ah, yes, Mari, a tall, usually simple, quiet Asian girl who was always the one to settle the arguments. We had been walking away from 8th grade teachers and books for almost twenty minutes and brawled all the way.
"Could too." Teresa, another Asian, but not as tall or quiet, whispered.
"Could not."
"Could too."
"No."
"Yes!" she said raising her voice.
"No!"
"*YES*!"
"*NO*!"
"*SHUT UP ALREADY*!!" Mari hollered again, "Every day! You two bicker about Legolas! Enough already!"
"Peach is always the one to start it." Teresa mumbled.
"I am not!" I, an average American with long brown hair argued back.
"Are too!"
"No, stop it!" Mari shouted covering her ears, "Not listening! La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, not listening!" she sang as we continued shouting over her.
This was a typical day of my life. We were always taking sides for something small. Ever since the Lord of the Rings came out on movie, almost every girl who saw Legolas fell in love; Teresa and I were definitely on his top ten-lover list.
We rounded another corner in our slow paced walk. We always walked home together and ever since we knew each other, nothing different ever happened, but this day was...special, so to speak.
I smelt an awful stench and wondered what it was, as soon as I took my eyes off of Teresa, I gasped, nearly falling over in surprise. My friends' heads shot up and looked at what I was gawking at then froze, completely speechless. Ahead of us was a long stretch of sidewalk and standing in the distance was the most ugly creature I had ever seen pulling back an arrow, his aim directly on us.
A blood-curdling scream escaped from Teresa's throat and the creature winced at the sudden high-pitched noise. An arrow screamed through the air and I watched as it just barely grazed Teresa's neck, throwing back her long black hair.
Before I knew what was happening, he snatched another arrow from his quill, pulled back the string, and released the weapon. It felt as if time had stopped along with my heart. I could feel nothing. I looked for the arrow, then half gasped, half choked. It had landed in the center of my left shoulder.
The pain flooded in powerful waves and I must have screamed because there was a painful ringing in my throat and ears. I dropped to one knee and tried hard to stay strong and not cry. Mari and Teresa had run frantically to safety, thinking I had done the same.
I looked up to see two more creatures in the distance, shooting and coming closer.
'Orcs. Of course.' I thought as their arrows hissed passed me, 'I never thought my death would come this soon.'
I felt myself falling, and I felt the immense pain in my arm, but somehow I didn't feel the powerful arm around my waist. I was pulled up and onto a horse, a warm body behind me, then I felt something I had never felt before.
It was like a wave of air, but it pushed *through* my body and I was forced back into the chest armor of the rider, his arm still wrapped around my middle. My vision blurred, and I heard nothing, but I felt the movement of the horse and a cooling of a deep shade.
I smelt moss, grass, and was it pine? Oak maybe? Colors flew through my mind, dark, green and brown-- a forest?
'But no, there's no forest for miles. No, it's impossible.' I thought.
We stopped, and the rider swiftly lifted himself off the horse and then picked me up. He carried me in his arms and then set me on the ground, a soft, mossy grass comforting me underneath.
A few moments later I felt a cool, wet cloth swiftly sweeping across my face, relieving my senses. I tried to open my eyes, but couldn't. I made an effort to speak, but it only came out in squeaks.
Move; I could move my head. I let it fall to my left, but couldn't get it back, why couldn't I move? My eyes opened a slit and saw a long, narrow object-- the arrow! The gentle sweeping of the damp cloth stopped. I moved my wrist, desperately trying to regain all consciousness.
I watched as he took hold of the arrow, then tried to pull it out. The pain was so bad I tried to scream again, but no sound came out. I felt him put a firm hand on my shoulder, his thumb and index finger around the arrow. Then, with his free hand, he yanked it out.
I took deep breaths, trying to ease the pain. He poured a liquid that stung over the wound and then wrapped it in a soft cloth. The pain lessened as the fluid seeped into my skin.
I felt his arm slip around my shoulder, my neck resting in the crook of his elbow, the same strong arm that had lifted me on his horse. I felt a cup at my lips and tasted what I thought to be cold water, but somehow different. It left a strange aftertaste, sweet and sugary, but almost sour. Suddenly, my mind cleared and my eyes fluttered open.
As my eyes were adjusting to my dim settings, I sat up with the help of the stranger. I saw that I was in a forest, though I didn't see how it was possible. I looked at the man who had been so gentle with me and my breath was gone.
There, kneeling beside me was Legolas, the man of all our dreams. I was completely speechless, but my voice soon recovered.
"Am I dreaming?" I asked backing up and staring at him with wide eyes.
"No, this is no dream." He replied.
I practically drooled over the sound of his voice, but then his words hit me.
"Then where am I? Why am I here?" I was almost frantic, but managed to keep it together.
"You, lady Peach, are in Middle Earth."
"No, see, that's impos- hey, how did you know my name?"
"Many know your name milady."
"What? How? How is my name known?"
"You are the kissed."
"What? The kissed? What's that supposed to mean?"
"I am unable to tell you unfortunately, but I can tell you this, you are in the greatest of danger."
"And what danger would this be?"
"The orcs. They are not much of a threat when they have no help or are in small numbers, but these are not ordinary. They are being guided by Saruman, a great sorcerer."
"But why are they after me? How were they in my world and how am I in theirs?"
"Like I said, you are the kissed, they will make great attempts to kill you. Until you are dead, they will not rest. That's why I came into your world."
"But *how*?" I asked getting impatient.
"When he sent his orcs, Saruman made a rip in time. The rip led to your dimension, allowing them to go there and you to come here. By simply walking through it you can travel through the worlds, but it is not easy to find or make. I was told I had to find it and bring you here, along with about twenty others. We all were given horses and searched for the portal, but only I found it. You can't see them, there's nothing to see, so when I rode into it, I didn't even know, it was an accident. We are far from the portal yet, it will close in a matter of minutes, I imagine the orcs are long gone."
I fell to my knees, "So you're basically telling me I'll never be able to go back to my world? I will never see my family or friends, never go back to my school, my church, my entire life has just been erased."
"Unfortunately, that's exactly what I'm saying. You belong in this world, because you are--"
"The kissed." I finished.
~*~
We had rode on into the deep forest for what seemed like hours then night fell among the trees. We stopped and Legolas built a fire. He went out to "explore" and for some reason, I didn't question, even though I knew it wasn't what he meant to do.
I sat against a mighty tree and pulled Legolas' cape around me. I watched the flames dancing in the gentle breeze, trying to sleep. I closed my eyes which had become heavy and sore from the smoke mingling with the air.
I tried desperately to fall asleep, but a foul smell would not allow me. I kept my eyes closed, trying to place the smell, knowing it was familiar, then it hit me, orcs!
My heart beat rapidly as I ripped off the cape and threw it over the fire, smothering it to ashes. They weren't far, but they weren't near enough to see me, not yet anyway. I ran like mad in the opposite direction, running was not only the one thing I knew I could pass with flying colors, it was practically my hobby.
I pushed my strength farther than my body was used to, my chest ready to burst. My legs ached, but the coldness of the night numbed them and I ran on. I dodged trees, leaping over rotted logs and sharp rocks, but there was one rock I did not see.
I ran over it with full speed, noticing my mistake only after I had begun to fall. The rock cut into my leg, splitting the skin from my thigh to my ankle, scraping the bone. I fell into shock and felt nothing around me, but I saw myself falling down a hill, and knew that when I stopped, I hit my head hard, and fell unconscious.
~*~
And now, if you'll be so kind as to do your part and review, I would appreciate it very much. To any "flamers" out there: consider yourselves welcome to "flame", but don't consider it to be received as you intend it to. Any-let's refer to it as advice-you send in, will be read and considered. If it's constructive, I'll take it into consideration and re- post that page with corrections added. Thank you for your time.
