Guess what peeps, I don't speak Elvish, I have never spoken Elvish, and I
never will. Whenever you see this ( ~ around words you should know it's
Elvish. Also, this is my second fic., so if you have any criticism or
suggestions whatever feel free to let me know. Lates. 8)
Fae's POV
The first thing I noticed when I awoke was the unusual warmth of my surroundings. London is normally damp and rainy. I opened my eyes slowly due to the uncommon sunlight I felt on my face. I was also aware of the grass beneath my palms and the sound of rustling leaves in the background. *Where the Hell am I!!!!!!!! Damn this is strange.* I slowly got to my feet, the position I slept in that night made all my muscles sore. When I looked around more carefully I realized that I probably wasn't in London anymore, or England, or possibly not even on the same planet. Now most people in this situation would freak out or faint or something. I, however, am not most people. So, I decided to have a look around. Wherever I was, was certainly better than before. What I saw amazed me. There were beautifully large trees, and the sky was so blue I thought I must be a fish in the clearest, bluest ocean. There were various plants scattered in a random way, but the beauty of them made me think it wasn't random at all, as though some higher power had hired a landscaper. After walking for a while I came across a castle, which is the only way to describe it though it was so much more. It was so intricately designed; it must have taken thousands of years to create. *That's just ridiculous Fae, no one could possibly live that long.* I took a step towards this wonderful palace, but as soon as I did my progression was halted. Many people had gathered around me in a circle like formation with arrows pointed at my breast.
There was something strange about these people; they were extraordinarily tall, much taller than my 5'4". There faces were by no means identical, but they were similar. There style was also the same; they had straight long hair that was either light blond or dark brown, which was in contrast to my mousy brown/auburn hair. Their eyes were brilliant shades of blue or the darkest shade of brown, very nearly black. My eyes were a unique violet color; that I knew would set me apart from others no matter where I was. One of them, with pale blond hair, deep blue eyes, ethereal luminescent skin, a strong build, and the best pair of cheekbones I have ever seen spoke to me. He said ~what are you doing here? You are trespassing on Rivendale land. ~ It sounded strange the way he said it, but I understood him. I said "Please, I do not know how I came to be here; and I certainly was not aware that I was trespassing on private property." "You are human?" *Huh.* "Yes. Aren't you?" "No, we are elves." He was much less angry, and not at all threatening when he said this because of the look of bewilderment in my eyes. However, when he said he was an elf, my eyes changed from scared to disbelieving. He then proceeded to push a strand of hair behind his ear so that I could get a look at. a pointed ear!!!!! Alright, I said I was not like most people in that I don't react to things in a predictable way, but an elf and pointy ears was too much. I fainted.
~She is obviously no threat, and is in need of assistance. We should bring her to the healers, or at the very least let her rest. ~ ~Agreed. But Legolas, if she becomes a threat.~ ~I know, I know, she is my responsibility.~ With that, he picked up the small girl with little effort and brought her inside to be taken care of.
Fae's POV
The first thing I noticed when I awoke was the unusual warmth of my surroundings. London is normally damp and rainy. I opened my eyes slowly due to the uncommon sunlight I felt on my face. I was also aware of the grass beneath my palms and the sound of rustling leaves in the background. *Where the Hell am I!!!!!!!! Damn this is strange.* I slowly got to my feet, the position I slept in that night made all my muscles sore. When I looked around more carefully I realized that I probably wasn't in London anymore, or England, or possibly not even on the same planet. Now most people in this situation would freak out or faint or something. I, however, am not most people. So, I decided to have a look around. Wherever I was, was certainly better than before. What I saw amazed me. There were beautifully large trees, and the sky was so blue I thought I must be a fish in the clearest, bluest ocean. There were various plants scattered in a random way, but the beauty of them made me think it wasn't random at all, as though some higher power had hired a landscaper. After walking for a while I came across a castle, which is the only way to describe it though it was so much more. It was so intricately designed; it must have taken thousands of years to create. *That's just ridiculous Fae, no one could possibly live that long.* I took a step towards this wonderful palace, but as soon as I did my progression was halted. Many people had gathered around me in a circle like formation with arrows pointed at my breast.
There was something strange about these people; they were extraordinarily tall, much taller than my 5'4". There faces were by no means identical, but they were similar. There style was also the same; they had straight long hair that was either light blond or dark brown, which was in contrast to my mousy brown/auburn hair. Their eyes were brilliant shades of blue or the darkest shade of brown, very nearly black. My eyes were a unique violet color; that I knew would set me apart from others no matter where I was. One of them, with pale blond hair, deep blue eyes, ethereal luminescent skin, a strong build, and the best pair of cheekbones I have ever seen spoke to me. He said ~what are you doing here? You are trespassing on Rivendale land. ~ It sounded strange the way he said it, but I understood him. I said "Please, I do not know how I came to be here; and I certainly was not aware that I was trespassing on private property." "You are human?" *Huh.* "Yes. Aren't you?" "No, we are elves." He was much less angry, and not at all threatening when he said this because of the look of bewilderment in my eyes. However, when he said he was an elf, my eyes changed from scared to disbelieving. He then proceeded to push a strand of hair behind his ear so that I could get a look at. a pointed ear!!!!! Alright, I said I was not like most people in that I don't react to things in a predictable way, but an elf and pointy ears was too much. I fainted.
~She is obviously no threat, and is in need of assistance. We should bring her to the healers, or at the very least let her rest. ~ ~Agreed. But Legolas, if she becomes a threat.~ ~I know, I know, she is my responsibility.~ With that, he picked up the small girl with little effort and brought her inside to be taken care of.