Chapter 3: The Princess, the Drapes, and the Wardrobe
June 16
I don't believe it. There is definitely something weird about this house.
Since my encounter with the Prince of Mirkwood I've been making good progress. The painting doesn't go as fast without his help, but I did finish the whole top floor and started on the entryway.
I e-mailed Michelle to tell her about the visitor from Middle-Earth and she thinks I was crazy just to send him back; she said I should have put him up on eBay and auctioned him to the highest bidder. Michelle always did have a cruel streak.
But I figured that was going to be the only big surprise of the summer. This morning proved me wrong. I found a gorgeous old wardrobe up in the attic and had it moved downstairs so I could refinish it. It was definitely empty when I found it, but as soon as I opened the door I found myself looking straight into a pair of shocked deep blue eyes. I think we both screamed simultaneously.
No, it wasn't Legolas this time, but it was an elf. Arwen, to be precise. I guess the portal figured that if I didn't want the prince, I must prefer women. Either that, or my house just has a thing about spitting out elves. I don't know which would be worse.
Once we both recovered, I asked her if this had ever happened to her before. She replied, "No, but Legolas has told me about it. I had always hoped that if it *did* happen to me, there would be a good-looking man on the other side."
"The disappointment is mutual," I told her. Mentally, I added, *So much for love that lasts for all time. I bet Aragorn doesn't know about that.*
Figuring she was stuck there for the morning, I helped her out of the wardrobe and looked around for something for her to do. As it happened, my other project for the day was to start re-hemming the drapes for the dining room. I gathered them up, found a needle and thread, and sat her down on the couch with the project. She cheered up a little then. "Oh goody, I love sewing!"
That was lucky, because I hate it.
I made her a peanut butter sandwich for lunch, and she had the curtains finished by the time I'd sanded down the wardrobe doors. She had time to do the living room curtains as well before the portal re-opened.
I admit I've made more progress with the help of these elves than I would have alone, but I wish the portal would send me a man next time. A mighty good man. The elves are pretty, but they just don't do it for me, you know?
Lisa
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Don't worry, good things will happen to Arwen later! Thanks to all those who have been reviewing.
NEXT CHAPTER: A Mighty Short Man?
June 16
I don't believe it. There is definitely something weird about this house.
Since my encounter with the Prince of Mirkwood I've been making good progress. The painting doesn't go as fast without his help, but I did finish the whole top floor and started on the entryway.
I e-mailed Michelle to tell her about the visitor from Middle-Earth and she thinks I was crazy just to send him back; she said I should have put him up on eBay and auctioned him to the highest bidder. Michelle always did have a cruel streak.
But I figured that was going to be the only big surprise of the summer. This morning proved me wrong. I found a gorgeous old wardrobe up in the attic and had it moved downstairs so I could refinish it. It was definitely empty when I found it, but as soon as I opened the door I found myself looking straight into a pair of shocked deep blue eyes. I think we both screamed simultaneously.
No, it wasn't Legolas this time, but it was an elf. Arwen, to be precise. I guess the portal figured that if I didn't want the prince, I must prefer women. Either that, or my house just has a thing about spitting out elves. I don't know which would be worse.
Once we both recovered, I asked her if this had ever happened to her before. She replied, "No, but Legolas has told me about it. I had always hoped that if it *did* happen to me, there would be a good-looking man on the other side."
"The disappointment is mutual," I told her. Mentally, I added, *So much for love that lasts for all time. I bet Aragorn doesn't know about that.*
Figuring she was stuck there for the morning, I helped her out of the wardrobe and looked around for something for her to do. As it happened, my other project for the day was to start re-hemming the drapes for the dining room. I gathered them up, found a needle and thread, and sat her down on the couch with the project. She cheered up a little then. "Oh goody, I love sewing!"
That was lucky, because I hate it.
I made her a peanut butter sandwich for lunch, and she had the curtains finished by the time I'd sanded down the wardrobe doors. She had time to do the living room curtains as well before the portal re-opened.
I admit I've made more progress with the help of these elves than I would have alone, but I wish the portal would send me a man next time. A mighty good man. The elves are pretty, but they just don't do it for me, you know?
Lisa
*******
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Don't worry, good things will happen to Arwen later! Thanks to all those who have been reviewing.
NEXT CHAPTER: A Mighty Short Man?