Chapter__, Spirit of Water
(This chapter was actually written by Miste)
"Laure? What time is it?" I asked, rolling over on to my side, "Laure?" Opening my eyes, I saw a flowing river and a bunch of trees. The house, tarp, Laure, and everything else but my sleeping bag, canteen, duffel bag, and mini-backpack were gone.
'Was I sleepwalking?' I wondered as I rolled up my sleeping bag and put it in my duffel bag. I grabbed my canteen and strolled over to the river to fill it. I looked into the depths of the river, oblivious to my own reflection as I filled my canteen.
"Where could Laure be?" I thought aloud, splashing water into my face. I started to walk back to my things when I saw the most terrifying things alive. They were absolutely hideous; there skin was an unrecognizable color for it was covered with dry, cracked dirt. Their straggly hair looked to me like they hadn't washed it in years, their dark, piercing eyes were an evil black, like an empty soul. I was too terrified to realize what they were. Shaking like a leaf, I ran up behind one to grab my things, (luckily it had its back turned) and high-tailed it to the river.
"May the Valar send me aid!" I cried to the oblivion of the waters. I waded across the river and as if by chance, I stumbled across a camp. A figure with a bioluminescent glow was sitting on a rock, eating some form of bread. There was a great commotion in the river behind me, I did not look back, for the thing I saw captivated me. Right before I was about to say something, he turned around, dark hair shimmering in the sun. Taking a closer look, he had pointed ears! It was then I realized where I was. Feeling dizzy, my head swam with emotion, I needed to sit.
"RUN!" he said, breaking me from the stream of emotion. His bow was drawn in less then a second. The *orcs* (I am figuring things out) burst through the forest behind me. One ran up to me and grabbed my arm. I let out a sickening scream. The *Elf* (I am using my brain today!) quickly shot the orc with an arrow, it was then I ran.
Not knowing where to go, I hid behind a massive boulder, waiting until the Elf got back. After about 10 min. he returned. He started to ask me something in- ELVISH?! It sounded like Elvish when he said it, yet I understood it. My hand wandered towards me ears. 'I wonder.' I thought as I felt the delicate tips. I exploded with joy.
"OH MY GOSH!!! I'M AN ELF AND I'M IN THE MIDDLE-EARTH!!!!" I screamed and hugged the confused and surprised looking Elf.
"What is your name?" he asked me again
"Miste, and what is yours?" I then realized what had come out of my mouth was not English but Elvish. I gasped in amazment.
"Fealinqo, I will be accompanying you to Mirkwood, your new home."
"How- What?"
"I am a Spirit of the Waters, the Valar sent me to go with you. Now when you arrive in Mirkwood, walk in and speak with Thranduil. Tell him all that has happened. He should give you some things to defend yourself with. You will also get a new set of clothes." With that he eyed my t-shirt and shorts.
"Uh, OK." I said slightly embarrassed.
"You must be hungry, have some lembas." Fealinqo tossed me some thin, manna- like bread, wrapped in leaves. This new life should be interesting.
a/n ** OK, sorry if that sucks. Laure is my beta reader so this should work. ** Ok people reading this remember this one is by Miste the next chapter shall be by me.
(This chapter was actually written by Miste)
"Laure? What time is it?" I asked, rolling over on to my side, "Laure?" Opening my eyes, I saw a flowing river and a bunch of trees. The house, tarp, Laure, and everything else but my sleeping bag, canteen, duffel bag, and mini-backpack were gone.
'Was I sleepwalking?' I wondered as I rolled up my sleeping bag and put it in my duffel bag. I grabbed my canteen and strolled over to the river to fill it. I looked into the depths of the river, oblivious to my own reflection as I filled my canteen.
"Where could Laure be?" I thought aloud, splashing water into my face. I started to walk back to my things when I saw the most terrifying things alive. They were absolutely hideous; there skin was an unrecognizable color for it was covered with dry, cracked dirt. Their straggly hair looked to me like they hadn't washed it in years, their dark, piercing eyes were an evil black, like an empty soul. I was too terrified to realize what they were. Shaking like a leaf, I ran up behind one to grab my things, (luckily it had its back turned) and high-tailed it to the river.
"May the Valar send me aid!" I cried to the oblivion of the waters. I waded across the river and as if by chance, I stumbled across a camp. A figure with a bioluminescent glow was sitting on a rock, eating some form of bread. There was a great commotion in the river behind me, I did not look back, for the thing I saw captivated me. Right before I was about to say something, he turned around, dark hair shimmering in the sun. Taking a closer look, he had pointed ears! It was then I realized where I was. Feeling dizzy, my head swam with emotion, I needed to sit.
"RUN!" he said, breaking me from the stream of emotion. His bow was drawn in less then a second. The *orcs* (I am figuring things out) burst through the forest behind me. One ran up to me and grabbed my arm. I let out a sickening scream. The *Elf* (I am using my brain today!) quickly shot the orc with an arrow, it was then I ran.
Not knowing where to go, I hid behind a massive boulder, waiting until the Elf got back. After about 10 min. he returned. He started to ask me something in- ELVISH?! It sounded like Elvish when he said it, yet I understood it. My hand wandered towards me ears. 'I wonder.' I thought as I felt the delicate tips. I exploded with joy.
"OH MY GOSH!!! I'M AN ELF AND I'M IN THE MIDDLE-EARTH!!!!" I screamed and hugged the confused and surprised looking Elf.
"What is your name?" he asked me again
"Miste, and what is yours?" I then realized what had come out of my mouth was not English but Elvish. I gasped in amazment.
"Fealinqo, I will be accompanying you to Mirkwood, your new home."
"How- What?"
"I am a Spirit of the Waters, the Valar sent me to go with you. Now when you arrive in Mirkwood, walk in and speak with Thranduil. Tell him all that has happened. He should give you some things to defend yourself with. You will also get a new set of clothes." With that he eyed my t-shirt and shorts.
"Uh, OK." I said slightly embarrassed.
"You must be hungry, have some lembas." Fealinqo tossed me some thin, manna- like bread, wrapped in leaves. This new life should be interesting.
a/n ** OK, sorry if that sucks. Laure is my beta reader so this should work. ** Ok people reading this remember this one is by Miste the next chapter shall be by me.
