Howdy y'all! Pink, ur rubbin off on me (she thinks she's a hick). Yes
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Hehehe.or USED to burn things.whichever.
DISCLAIMER: I own all original characters and plot, otherwise it's all Tolkien's.
love park: Yes, I will "turn this fic around", I just haven't gotten to that part in the story yet. Keep reading, and you shall see...
MistressHolbytla: Thank you for the advice, and I will try to keep the "language" to a minimum.
Legoluver07: Heya! ty for the review gal, the cheese shall soon appear.
Daisy Brambleburr: Sorry you don't like "girl falls into middle earth" fics, but deal with it. Yes, it's getting old, but it's my first fanfic, gimme a break! Check back later for the whole summary thing.I mean, heck, I'm only on chapter 3! I still have to develop the plot and characters.
Yes, well, onward to the story!
After breakfast, he walked over to me. "Would you like me to show you around the palace?"
"Yes, please."
First, he showed me the main floor. All of the big rooms were down here. There was the dining hall, the throne room, the kitchens, and of course the gardens, some of which were indoors, and some of which were outdoors.
We only went to the indoor ones, but he promised to take me back to the other gardens, and maybe even the woods by the end of the day. After the lower floor, we went to the upper floors.
My room was on the second floor, but there were actually three floors. He took me to his room, which was on the third floor. These, he explained, were for the regular people who lived in the palace, and the second floor was for guests.
He also said that if I stayed in Mirkwood long enough, I would be moved to a room on the third floor. He led me outside, and we visited the archery range and he told me that if I wanted to, I could learn to handle a bow and arrow, hand-to-hand combat, and maybe to use daggers and swords.
I agreed, and he said that I would start the next day, because an old friend of his was coming to visit, and he could teach me well. It was starting to get dark, so we began the long walk back to the palace.
As we were walking, we passed a beautiful hill, so I stopped to look again. The sun was setting behind it, and the sky looked like it was on fire. The sun was a ball of flames, and the sky around it was lit up with orange and yellow light. The undersides of the clouds were glowing, and it was so gorgeous it took my breath away.
I was standing there watching it, when I felt Legolas come up beside me. He surprised me by putting his arm around my shoulders, and pulling me close to him. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, and we watched the sunset together.
The next morning, I woke up to find another dress lain across the chair. It was a deep forest green velvet with short sleeves and a low-cut neck, and it had gold trim.
I put it on and walked down to breakfast. At breakfast, I met a few new people that I hadn't seen in the palace the day before. Legolas introduced me to Alenorin, who was Addie's fiancée, Arwen, whose fiancée was to teach me to fight, Veronica, whose fiancée Pippin was coming to the palace today, and Jennifer (who told me I could call her Jenny), whose fiancée Frodo was coming today as well.
We all went for a walk in the gardens, and were eating a picnic lunch near a pond when we heard the front gate squeak open. They all rushed to the gate, to meet their friends, and I lingered behind, feeling a little out of place. Addie came back and grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the group.
Legolas introduced me to everyone, "These are my friends. Fifty years ago, I traveled with them as the Fellowship of the Ring. This is Frodo," he said, pointing to a short fellow with bluish-grey eyes and brown hair. "He is a hobbit. These are Merry, Pippin, and Sam. They are also hobbits. This is Gimli," pointing to a short, stout man with hair and a beard the same color as mine: a bright, fiery red. "This is Gandalf the White," gesturing to an old man with long, silvery-white hair, dressed in long, white robes and carrying a staff. "And this," he said, pointing to a tall man with black or dark brown hair, "is Aragorn. He will be your teacher in the arts of combat."
"Nice to meet you, everyone. I'm Jane." Soon after, I began my training.
a/n: Won't update again till my review count reaches 15! r/r every1, so you can read on!
DISCLAIMER: I own all original characters and plot, otherwise it's all Tolkien's.
love park: Yes, I will "turn this fic around", I just haven't gotten to that part in the story yet. Keep reading, and you shall see...
MistressHolbytla: Thank you for the advice, and I will try to keep the "language" to a minimum.
Legoluver07: Heya! ty for the review gal, the cheese shall soon appear.
Daisy Brambleburr: Sorry you don't like "girl falls into middle earth" fics, but deal with it. Yes, it's getting old, but it's my first fanfic, gimme a break! Check back later for the whole summary thing.I mean, heck, I'm only on chapter 3! I still have to develop the plot and characters.
Yes, well, onward to the story!
After breakfast, he walked over to me. "Would you like me to show you around the palace?"
"Yes, please."
First, he showed me the main floor. All of the big rooms were down here. There was the dining hall, the throne room, the kitchens, and of course the gardens, some of which were indoors, and some of which were outdoors.
We only went to the indoor ones, but he promised to take me back to the other gardens, and maybe even the woods by the end of the day. After the lower floor, we went to the upper floors.
My room was on the second floor, but there were actually three floors. He took me to his room, which was on the third floor. These, he explained, were for the regular people who lived in the palace, and the second floor was for guests.
He also said that if I stayed in Mirkwood long enough, I would be moved to a room on the third floor. He led me outside, and we visited the archery range and he told me that if I wanted to, I could learn to handle a bow and arrow, hand-to-hand combat, and maybe to use daggers and swords.
I agreed, and he said that I would start the next day, because an old friend of his was coming to visit, and he could teach me well. It was starting to get dark, so we began the long walk back to the palace.
As we were walking, we passed a beautiful hill, so I stopped to look again. The sun was setting behind it, and the sky looked like it was on fire. The sun was a ball of flames, and the sky around it was lit up with orange and yellow light. The undersides of the clouds were glowing, and it was so gorgeous it took my breath away.
I was standing there watching it, when I felt Legolas come up beside me. He surprised me by putting his arm around my shoulders, and pulling me close to him. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, and we watched the sunset together.
The next morning, I woke up to find another dress lain across the chair. It was a deep forest green velvet with short sleeves and a low-cut neck, and it had gold trim.
I put it on and walked down to breakfast. At breakfast, I met a few new people that I hadn't seen in the palace the day before. Legolas introduced me to Alenorin, who was Addie's fiancée, Arwen, whose fiancée was to teach me to fight, Veronica, whose fiancée Pippin was coming to the palace today, and Jennifer (who told me I could call her Jenny), whose fiancée Frodo was coming today as well.
We all went for a walk in the gardens, and were eating a picnic lunch near a pond when we heard the front gate squeak open. They all rushed to the gate, to meet their friends, and I lingered behind, feeling a little out of place. Addie came back and grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the group.
Legolas introduced me to everyone, "These are my friends. Fifty years ago, I traveled with them as the Fellowship of the Ring. This is Frodo," he said, pointing to a short fellow with bluish-grey eyes and brown hair. "He is a hobbit. These are Merry, Pippin, and Sam. They are also hobbits. This is Gimli," pointing to a short, stout man with hair and a beard the same color as mine: a bright, fiery red. "This is Gandalf the White," gesturing to an old man with long, silvery-white hair, dressed in long, white robes and carrying a staff. "And this," he said, pointing to a tall man with black or dark brown hair, "is Aragorn. He will be your teacher in the arts of combat."
"Nice to meet you, everyone. I'm Jane." Soon after, I began my training.
a/n: Won't update again till my review count reaches 15! r/r every1, so you can read on!
