Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own anything Tolkien, and my characters are
still mine and so are my ideas. And Legolas is still, as her will always
be, hot.
Two Worlds and One Reality
Chapter 2: The Atmosphere
Priscilla slept peacefully, snuggled in her comforter, for a good part of the night. That all changed as a strange yet satisfying scent reached her nose, making it twitch. Eh? she thought, half-asleep. Smells like herbs. Yummy. She ignored her better sense and tried to fall back asleep. But once she heard loud sirens, she knew that there was trouble. She awoke abruptly, sniffing the air. Smoke? She pressed her nose and hands to the window next to her bed, feeling the outdoor chill. Seeing the bright, flashing lights and Fire truck? The thought hit her like a brick over the head. Fire truck! "Fire truck!" she shouted. "FIRE TRUCK!"
Running towards Erin's room, she was relieved to find that at least the latter was safe. What happened? Priscilla asked her mentally.
Erin shrugged. Not sure, really, she responded, fear quivering in her voice. Jenesse's still in there, though!
WHAT?
Well, you expect me to just run in there?
Priscilla, who was about to look for her friend, stopped. Erin had been right: what if, while running in there, she got trapped? Maybe Jenesse was escaping the flames through an open window. If Priscilla ran in there, she would endangering all of them.
Smart move. Priz told her.
Please. Prisilas said, scaring Priscilla. Her better half never involved herself in Priz's arguments. Priscilla is worried about her friend. The last thing she needs is you wetting your whistle to her.
"That's it!" Priscilla cried, mentally thanking her. She ran into her closet and pulled out two blankets. Throwing them in the bathtub of the nearby bathroom, she wet them until they were drenched, and tossed one at a very confused Erin. "Put this over your head! If we stay under it, we'll be protected by the flames!"
Erin did as her friend asked. Soon enough the two were prepared to enter the chasm of flames that was Jenesse's room. At the count of three, they pushed the door open, and were surprised to see that there were barely any flames. Jenesse sat on her bed, attempting to put out the fire that had caught her tissue box.
"What?" Erin asked, dumfounded.
Jenesse smiled innocently. 'Well, I lit all my candles before going to bed, but then woke up to put them out. But while I tried to put out the lavender scented one-that I love so much! Thanks Pris!-but the flame hit the tissue box and it caught fire!"
Priscilla's anger took the best of her. "You lit all your candles before bed?! You could have burnt down my parent's house! They let us stay over, and that's the thanks they get?"
Good. Priz said wickedly. Let your anger take over.
"Pris." Erin murmured, attempting to appease Priscilla's anger. "Chill out. Everything will be okay."
Priscilla took her blanket and rung it out over the flaming tissue box, putting the fire out.
"See? All done!"
"Is everything okay in here?" A deep voice echoed.
The girls shot their head around to see half a dozen firemen pouring into the room. Jenesse beckoned her friends to cover themselves up, as they were still wearing their pajamas.
As the girls sat down serenely, the firemen looked around for signs of what started the fire. The fireman who spoke earlier-who appeared to be the chief-picked up one of the candles and looked at the girls. "So. You girls have been playing with fire."
Jenesse opened her mouth to protest, but Erin and Priscilla telepathically warned her to not say anything that could insult the already angry fireman. Instead, she sent supersonic death glares at him.
After five minutes, they were, quoting Jenesse "bored like hell." They all proceeded to think about lust objects and the movie that they were going to see in the morning. Finally, the firemen left, giving the girls a good warning to never play with fire again-and complementing the beauty of the cabin. In defiance, they relit all the candles, though Erin was a little bit hesitant.
"Erin," Jenesse explained. "We've been up since two in the morning listening to those firemen bullshit. We have the right to do what we want! This is what we call revenge."
Once morning arrived, they took a cab down to Silvercity, the movie theater in the nearby town. Priscilla's family was good friends with the manager of the theater, and-since nobody was there-let the three girls watch a movie of their choice on the big screen. After buying popcorn and settling into their seats, "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" started.
Because of their lack of sleep, the three girls were perpetually sugar-high, bouncing around while watching the movie. Priscilla even stood up towards the end of the film-when a young lady jumps off of the mountain- and recited the end. As Jenesse and Erin cracked up, she did little impressions of some of the kick-flips and large jumps. But-during her "grand finale"-she tripped and went flying towards the screen. Priscilla expected to hit a concrete wall, but, instead, found herself on some soft dirt. Looking up, she screamed. She was not in the movie theater anymore.
Jenesse and Erin stared dumfounded at the screen. Was that their Priscilla screaming her head off in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" land? They walked towards the screen, observing it, in case it was some sort of trick. As Jenesse touched the screen, she was sucked in, joining a panicking Priscilla.
"Wh-what's going on?" Priscilla asked through sobs.
"We were sucked into 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon' land, doofus," Jenesse answered dryly.
Suddenly, Erin was catapulted among them, rubbing her head.
"Well!" she exclaimed, trying to remain optimistic. "That wasn't too painful!"
"Why are you here?" Priscilla demanded. "You could have just left us in here!"
"No way, Pris! I wasn't going to let you and Jenesse rot in here!"
"But-"
"No buts. I guess you're just stuck here with me too."
"There's one problem, everyone," Erin and Priscilla heard Jenesse say. She pointed towards where they came from, but there was no screen. "Getting out isn't as easy as going in."
"You mean-"
"Yup. We're stuck."
They all slumped down to the floor, wallowing in their self-pity.
That's right. Priz said coldly. Boo-hoo. Poor little Priscilla.
Priscilla tried to ignore her not-better half, but then was struck with inspiration. "All we have to do is find links with our own world!"
Jenesse and Erin just stared.
"We need to find something similar in both our world and this world to serve as a link! Then we'll be able to go home!"
Erin looked excited, but Jenesse shrugged. "How do you expect this to work? That's impossible!"
"It'll work. We got here, didn't we? Say, how about this?"
Erin and Priscilla stared at the bridge-in-question. "Isn't there a bridge by the cabin?" Erin asked.
"Yup! Let's jump."
Erin and Jenesse once again stared at Priscilla.
"Don't you want to get home? Besides, since this is 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon' land, we could probably just fly back up! Besides, this is the end of the movie, so we could just be teleported back home! Unless if you want to say the 'There's no place like home' mantra."
Erin looked at the bridge, then Priscilla, then the bridge, then Priscilla, then Jenesse. Jenesse was grinning, obviously planning to do something crazy. Grabbing onto both Erin and Priscilla's hands, she jumped over the balustrade, pulling her two friends with her. As she plummeted down, she screamed loudly, and cried things such as: "I'm fucking flying! I'm FUCKING flying!"
The drop was much longer than expected. Jenesse stopped yelling, and was mock-sitting in a grumpy position. Erin looked as though she had fallen asleep. Why haven't we reached the bottom yet? Is this never-ending? Priscilla thought.
Suddenly, Priscilla heard the sound of fabric blowing in the wind. She looked around, and noticed that the girls weren't wearing their jeans anymore. In fact, they barely even looked like themselves! Jenesse had strawberry blonde hair with the occasional golden streak. She wore a dark cloak, but under it, she wore an elegant traveling dress and a mithril vest. Erin had hair that was a lighter shade of brown that suited her perfectly. She wore a dress with a silver bodice and flowing white bottom and sleeves (That's what made all that noise, Priscilla thought.).
Priscilla then looked at her own clothing. She wore a forest green silk dress under a forest green cloak with silver embroidery. A lock of brown hair hit her face. Since when did she have brown hair? Trying to move the series of strands back behind her ear, she felt its strange shape. Its strange pointy shape.
Glancing back and Jenesse and Erin, she saw that their ears were pointed too, and that Jenesse's weren't grotesquely pierced anymore. She laughed. This couldn't be real, could it?
But the pain as they hit the ground was real, contrary to what she thought would happen. Her eyes fluttered shut as she fell into a deep sleep amongst golden leaves. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Two Worlds and One Reality
Chapter 2: The Atmosphere
Priscilla slept peacefully, snuggled in her comforter, for a good part of the night. That all changed as a strange yet satisfying scent reached her nose, making it twitch. Eh? she thought, half-asleep. Smells like herbs. Yummy. She ignored her better sense and tried to fall back asleep. But once she heard loud sirens, she knew that there was trouble. She awoke abruptly, sniffing the air. Smoke? She pressed her nose and hands to the window next to her bed, feeling the outdoor chill. Seeing the bright, flashing lights and Fire truck? The thought hit her like a brick over the head. Fire truck! "Fire truck!" she shouted. "FIRE TRUCK!"
Running towards Erin's room, she was relieved to find that at least the latter was safe. What happened? Priscilla asked her mentally.
Erin shrugged. Not sure, really, she responded, fear quivering in her voice. Jenesse's still in there, though!
WHAT?
Well, you expect me to just run in there?
Priscilla, who was about to look for her friend, stopped. Erin had been right: what if, while running in there, she got trapped? Maybe Jenesse was escaping the flames through an open window. If Priscilla ran in there, she would endangering all of them.
Smart move. Priz told her.
Please. Prisilas said, scaring Priscilla. Her better half never involved herself in Priz's arguments. Priscilla is worried about her friend. The last thing she needs is you wetting your whistle to her.
"That's it!" Priscilla cried, mentally thanking her. She ran into her closet and pulled out two blankets. Throwing them in the bathtub of the nearby bathroom, she wet them until they were drenched, and tossed one at a very confused Erin. "Put this over your head! If we stay under it, we'll be protected by the flames!"
Erin did as her friend asked. Soon enough the two were prepared to enter the chasm of flames that was Jenesse's room. At the count of three, they pushed the door open, and were surprised to see that there were barely any flames. Jenesse sat on her bed, attempting to put out the fire that had caught her tissue box.
"What?" Erin asked, dumfounded.
Jenesse smiled innocently. 'Well, I lit all my candles before going to bed, but then woke up to put them out. But while I tried to put out the lavender scented one-that I love so much! Thanks Pris!-but the flame hit the tissue box and it caught fire!"
Priscilla's anger took the best of her. "You lit all your candles before bed?! You could have burnt down my parent's house! They let us stay over, and that's the thanks they get?"
Good. Priz said wickedly. Let your anger take over.
"Pris." Erin murmured, attempting to appease Priscilla's anger. "Chill out. Everything will be okay."
Priscilla took her blanket and rung it out over the flaming tissue box, putting the fire out.
"See? All done!"
"Is everything okay in here?" A deep voice echoed.
The girls shot their head around to see half a dozen firemen pouring into the room. Jenesse beckoned her friends to cover themselves up, as they were still wearing their pajamas.
As the girls sat down serenely, the firemen looked around for signs of what started the fire. The fireman who spoke earlier-who appeared to be the chief-picked up one of the candles and looked at the girls. "So. You girls have been playing with fire."
Jenesse opened her mouth to protest, but Erin and Priscilla telepathically warned her to not say anything that could insult the already angry fireman. Instead, she sent supersonic death glares at him.
After five minutes, they were, quoting Jenesse "bored like hell." They all proceeded to think about lust objects and the movie that they were going to see in the morning. Finally, the firemen left, giving the girls a good warning to never play with fire again-and complementing the beauty of the cabin. In defiance, they relit all the candles, though Erin was a little bit hesitant.
"Erin," Jenesse explained. "We've been up since two in the morning listening to those firemen bullshit. We have the right to do what we want! This is what we call revenge."
Once morning arrived, they took a cab down to Silvercity, the movie theater in the nearby town. Priscilla's family was good friends with the manager of the theater, and-since nobody was there-let the three girls watch a movie of their choice on the big screen. After buying popcorn and settling into their seats, "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" started.
Because of their lack of sleep, the three girls were perpetually sugar-high, bouncing around while watching the movie. Priscilla even stood up towards the end of the film-when a young lady jumps off of the mountain- and recited the end. As Jenesse and Erin cracked up, she did little impressions of some of the kick-flips and large jumps. But-during her "grand finale"-she tripped and went flying towards the screen. Priscilla expected to hit a concrete wall, but, instead, found herself on some soft dirt. Looking up, she screamed. She was not in the movie theater anymore.
Jenesse and Erin stared dumfounded at the screen. Was that their Priscilla screaming her head off in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" land? They walked towards the screen, observing it, in case it was some sort of trick. As Jenesse touched the screen, she was sucked in, joining a panicking Priscilla.
"Wh-what's going on?" Priscilla asked through sobs.
"We were sucked into 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon' land, doofus," Jenesse answered dryly.
Suddenly, Erin was catapulted among them, rubbing her head.
"Well!" she exclaimed, trying to remain optimistic. "That wasn't too painful!"
"Why are you here?" Priscilla demanded. "You could have just left us in here!"
"No way, Pris! I wasn't going to let you and Jenesse rot in here!"
"But-"
"No buts. I guess you're just stuck here with me too."
"There's one problem, everyone," Erin and Priscilla heard Jenesse say. She pointed towards where they came from, but there was no screen. "Getting out isn't as easy as going in."
"You mean-"
"Yup. We're stuck."
They all slumped down to the floor, wallowing in their self-pity.
That's right. Priz said coldly. Boo-hoo. Poor little Priscilla.
Priscilla tried to ignore her not-better half, but then was struck with inspiration. "All we have to do is find links with our own world!"
Jenesse and Erin just stared.
"We need to find something similar in both our world and this world to serve as a link! Then we'll be able to go home!"
Erin looked excited, but Jenesse shrugged. "How do you expect this to work? That's impossible!"
"It'll work. We got here, didn't we? Say, how about this?"
Erin and Priscilla stared at the bridge-in-question. "Isn't there a bridge by the cabin?" Erin asked.
"Yup! Let's jump."
Erin and Jenesse once again stared at Priscilla.
"Don't you want to get home? Besides, since this is 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon' land, we could probably just fly back up! Besides, this is the end of the movie, so we could just be teleported back home! Unless if you want to say the 'There's no place like home' mantra."
Erin looked at the bridge, then Priscilla, then the bridge, then Priscilla, then Jenesse. Jenesse was grinning, obviously planning to do something crazy. Grabbing onto both Erin and Priscilla's hands, she jumped over the balustrade, pulling her two friends with her. As she plummeted down, she screamed loudly, and cried things such as: "I'm fucking flying! I'm FUCKING flying!"
The drop was much longer than expected. Jenesse stopped yelling, and was mock-sitting in a grumpy position. Erin looked as though she had fallen asleep. Why haven't we reached the bottom yet? Is this never-ending? Priscilla thought.
Suddenly, Priscilla heard the sound of fabric blowing in the wind. She looked around, and noticed that the girls weren't wearing their jeans anymore. In fact, they barely even looked like themselves! Jenesse had strawberry blonde hair with the occasional golden streak. She wore a dark cloak, but under it, she wore an elegant traveling dress and a mithril vest. Erin had hair that was a lighter shade of brown that suited her perfectly. She wore a dress with a silver bodice and flowing white bottom and sleeves (That's what made all that noise, Priscilla thought.).
Priscilla then looked at her own clothing. She wore a forest green silk dress under a forest green cloak with silver embroidery. A lock of brown hair hit her face. Since when did she have brown hair? Trying to move the series of strands back behind her ear, she felt its strange shape. Its strange pointy shape.
Glancing back and Jenesse and Erin, she saw that their ears were pointed too, and that Jenesse's weren't grotesquely pierced anymore. She laughed. This couldn't be real, could it?
But the pain as they hit the ground was real, contrary to what she thought would happen. Her eyes fluttered shut as she fell into a deep sleep amongst golden leaves. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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