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Um. . . . here is another chapter that has been re done. Lol. Oh, btw:
'insert text here' is thought and this "insert text here" is speech. I know, most of you will have guessed that by now. I just fool proofed it!
Enjoy!
Chapter two; Introductions
She heard a twig snap and she turned around again, and let out a scared cry.
A tall, slender, man was standing in front of her with a bow and arrow pointed at her face. The person had rather girlish features, but at the same time, managed to look fierce, and manly. He had piercing blue eyes, and blonde hair, that reached down to the middle of his chest, half tied up to reveal pointed ears.
Sara's eyes widened at the sight of his ears. She looked behind him to find another man, with darker hair and eyes, who also had pointed ears. They both wore strange clothing of greens and browns, and both had weapons aiming at her head. The two people she presumed as 'men'; seemed to have their own special handsome looks, though the one with fairer hair was a lot better looking. Both had an appearance of elegance and gracefulness, but to an extent that even a ballerina would boil with envy. One of them started speaking a complicated language to the other one in front of her. She couldn't help thinking how beautiful it sounded, like music to her ears.
'It sounds just as wonderful as they look, they seem to suit it really well,' Sara thought to herself.
Eventually, they lowered their weapons, after a heated discussion.
"What is a child doing wandering alone in Mirkwood? Speak quickly!" the one with the lighter hair said, bringing her out of her thoughts. He looked at her.
'She is very unusual looking,' he mused to himself. 'I don't know why she is wearing such strange clothing.' He looked at her, and then her ears. His eyes widened. She was a human. He looked behind him and spoke in elfish to Daeron, telling him that she was indeed a human.
"Um, Mirkwood?" she said, very confused, "What are you?" she asked before thinking. But then she remembered that they both had weapons that were once pointed at her head and quickly added, "I mean, um, where am I again? Mirkwood? I've heard of that somewhere."
"Middle earth, the place that you are in at this moment, and King Thranduil's woodland," said the other person, boldly. She didn't like this elf. He wasn't as kind as the other one.
'That's ironic Sara, as they both had weapons pointed at your head. Yep, just like you to choose the better looking one to favour!'
The other elf strengthened up, holding his head high. 'Wow, their posture is amazing as well. Why does their hair manage to gleam so. magnificently? Yes magnificent, that is the only way to describe these people,' Sara stated to herself. But then jealousy consumed her. 'Ha! They both look like girls!'
"What are you again?" Sara asked once more.
"Elves. Who are you?" said the nearer one.
'Yes! That is why they are so annoyingly perfect!' she thought, as if everything was obvious. 'That's why they all speak so. nicely'
"My name is Sara," she managed to say eventually, but then realised that the elves probably did all of this elongated name stuff and added "daughter of Janet" for effect, trying not to laugh. "I come from a place. um. very far away from here, by the looks of it."
They didn't seem to get it, she sighed.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf,"
"And I am Daeron, son of Daerl,"
Sara tried to hide her amusement. Not only did they give all of their family history, the parents couldn't think of original names for them. She had to bite on her tongue to stop herself from saying 'Not, actually, I am Sara, daughter of Para,'
"Where do you come from?" asked Legolas.
Sara's face saddened. "Earth. Just Earth, not Middle Earth or North Earth or whatever."
"North Earth?" asked the horrible one.
"Um, never mind,"
Her face swiftly changed into a grin when an idea dawned upon her. "I know! This is a dream, I am going to wake up in a minute, watch, my alarm will go off. Either that, or," she paused. Only two more ways to find out if this was a dream. Usually, Sara could control her dreams, like what happens next, or she just jumps and flies away from trouble. Sara tried with all her might to try and make one of the elves more, a look of strain on her face. They didn't budge.
Legolas looked at her face and watched as her eyes narrowed with either strain or concentration. He tried to stifle a laugh.
'OK, so that didn't work, I'll try and fly!' Sara thought. She started jumping up and down on the spot, flapping her arms, frantically.
This had to top it all off. Legolas couldn't hold his laughter in any longer. He looked at her, flapping her arms wildly and doubled over. He looked up to see her confused look on her face and laughed harder. He heard Daeron's laughter behind.
'Oh no! I just made a fool of myself! Sara, stupid girl. What would you do if someone you didn't know in weird clothing suddenly started flapping their arms and jumping up and down in front of you?' she scolded herself mentally. 'Laugh, that's would you'd do, just like they are! God they are perfect! Their laughter is enough to make you sick!'
She blushed and looked down at her feet. They both calmed down.
"I am sorry, child, I did not mean to cause offence," Legolas said when after she blushed, tears were welling up in her eyes.
"Oh, its OK, I'd do the same! Anyway, I'm not upset over that."
"Then why are you so sad?" asked Daeron.
Sara noticed genuine concern in his eyes. She liked him better now. He seemed to be nicer towards her, somehow. But he was the same as any other elf, and when she heard his laughter, and saw his eyes twinkle, he came across as a lot more approachable.
"Hello? I'm in another world, away from my home! I've got nowhere to go, and I just got laughed at by two 'elves', of which weren't real, in my opinion, until three minutes ago!"
The two elves stepped to her, instinctively to comfort the lost human child. She wiped her eyes.
They started talking in a different language again. Sara stood there looking from face, to face, trying to at least pretend to understand their conversation. They finally stopped talking and turned to look at Sara again.
"Follow me," said Legolas, starting to walk along a pathway. Sara hesitated. Did she trust these people enough to follow them in a strange place? Where was she going? What was going to happen? How would she get home?
All these question were swimming in her head when the other elf placed his hand on her arm and said "Don't worry, you'll be OK. But we have to move quickly, we aren't safe in these forests." He motioned for her to go first.
They walked for about half an hour along this pathway. The two elves didn't seem to tread the ground when they walked. Much to Sara's envy when it felt, to her, about the tenth time she tripped over.
"Damn your stupid fairy hides!" she muttered under her breath. They both stopped to look at her. "What?" she asked. They looked a bit miffed, as if they heard her. "Oh, God no! Sorry, I didn't mean that, like. what I meant was. um, I'll shut up now,"
They both laughed again, 'sickening' she thought once more.
"It's OK, we don't mind, its just that we're not fairies," said Legolas.
"I didn't mean it like that, I, it was just a figure of speech," she babbled. 'Shut up! Shut up! Don't speak unless spoken to, knowing me, by the end of this, they'll just lock me in a dungeon and throw away the key!'' she was thinking.
When they finally reached to their destination Sara gasped, her mouth gaping open. The most beautiful palace came into view. It almost seemed to glow. All around the outside wall were engraved vines twisting up the cream stonewalls, with leaves on.
"Wow! What a culture to stumble upon!" she whispered to herself, she didn't want to make another fool of herself by saying that too loudly.
"I'm glad you like it," said the handsome elf with a smile playing on his lips.
'I've seen that smile before,' Sara thought to herself.
Legolas looked at her confused look. "Elves have very good hearing."
Sara blushed and looked down at her feet. 'Damn it! Could this day get any worse? But I suppose the cutie will compensate for my embarrassment! Too bad I'm young; I could've had a chance!'
They walked into the corridor; with Sara whishing she had about thirty more eyes so she could take in the spectacular view of all the paintings hung up. The walls were carved with patterns of leaves and medieval style swirls.
Eventually she was led into the main hall, where another elf, Sara presumed was King, sat on a large magnificent throne. He looked a lot like the lighter haired elf, but there was more wisdom in his slightly greyer blue eyes.
They all stood before the King and bowed. 'So, this must be King Thranduil!' Sara thought to herself.
"My Lord," began the darker haired elf, "we were hunting in the woods when the Prince and I came upon this young child," he said, motioning to me.
The King merely nodded.
He continued speaking, "We know that her name is Sara, but that is all."
"Thank you, Daeron, but it is rude to speak in front of someone as if they are not there. I am sure that she can tell me all of this herself."
Daeron felt his cheeks flush. "Sorry, your majesty."
"It isn't me you should be apologising to. It is Sara."
He turned toward Sara. 'The shame he must be going through right now. Having to say sorry to a kid like me!' she thought.
"It's OK, your majesty, Daeron doesn't have to apologise to me," she said quickly. Daeron smiled weakly at her. "Thanks" he mouthed. She nodded.
"Now Sara, where do you come from?" King Thranduil asked.
"A place called planet earth," said Sara, "But all I have worked out so far is that is very far away from here."
She could've sworn that his eyes flickered with recognition. But she put it to the back of her mind; his eyes weren't her number one worry at the moment.
"Indeed it must be, for I have never heard of this place before now. Do you know how you got here?"
"No, all I did was go for a walk in the park. But the next thing I knew was that I was in some place called 'Mirkwood', no offence your majesty," she added quickly.
"None taken, you must be very distraught," he replied, kindly.
"Yes, and it didn't help that all of a sudden, I have a bow and arrow held in my face, as if I'm some sort of crazy person," Sara said a little too quick, even for elves to understand.
She didn't realise how fast she was speaking until the King said; "Now, could you repeat that, but slower so we can hear what you just said please?" with a smile.
"Oh, sorry, I have a habit of speaking really fast when I'm nervous." So Sara repeated what she had just said, but a lot slower. When she saw the Kings face darken slightly at the fact that a weapon was held in her face.
Thranduil looked at his son, and then at Daeron. "Why did you do this to Sara, you can clearly tell that she isn't going to attack you. Why did you choose to frighten her?"
"No, its alright, I was acting a bit strange," Sara said, chuckling along with the two male elves at the memory of her, flapping her arms.
"What happened?" the King asked. Legolas told the story.
"I have been meaning to ask, why were you doing that anyway?" said Daeron.
"Well, um, I thought I was dreaming, and usually, I can either fly, or control my dreams,"
"Well, thank you both for bringing Sara to me, but I need to speak with her privately. Oh, and Legolas,"
Legolas turned around, "Yes father?" he asked.
Sara's jaw dropped to the floor. 'Oh, shit, I forgot! He didn't give me his family tree when he told me his name!' she thought.
"Don't forget the feast tonight, will you? Oh and one more thing, would you just wait outside for Sara to take her to her chambers when I have finished?"
"Yes father," he bowed before leaving the hall.
'Wow! He's a Prince! Sara, trust you to fancy someone like him, whom you definitely can't have!'
She was snapped out of her thoughts when King Thranduil spoke to her.
"Sara, I have been warned about you by Gandalf the Grey, long ago,"
She nearly fell over. Gandalf the Grey? Sara knew where that name came from. Bells were ringing in her head.
"I'm- I'm in 'Lord of the Rings'?" she said aloud. She was feeling woozy. 'Damn, why was this floor determined to throw me on my butt?'
"What?"
"Has the quest finished?" Sara asked. But then she cursed herself. She had seen the films, and knew that Gandalf was a Grey at before of the quest, and she also knew that Legolas was part of the fellowship. If it was over, the Gandalf would have his new, whiter than white robes.
'Damn, me and my big mouth. He'll ask me and it might change the plot! Why did I have to be dragged in so I had to endure the war between good and evil?' she thought 'talk about lousy timing!'
"Oh, nothing. I mean.erm, has the question been asked?" She sighed. That was the worst cover up in the world ever! If the floor wasn't jerking, then she would've definitely kicked herself.
The King frowned. What the hell was she talking about?
"You must be tired, why don't you get some rest? Questions will be answered tomorrow," he finally said. "Legolas will show you to your room, he has probably been listening to this conversation from outside. He is very nosy, and has a nasty habit of eavesdropping,"
"Thank you my Lord," said Sara, curtsying. Bad move. She passed out.
Um. . . . here is another chapter that has been re done. Lol. Oh, btw:
'insert text here' is thought and this "insert text here" is speech. I know, most of you will have guessed that by now. I just fool proofed it!
Enjoy!
Chapter two; Introductions
She heard a twig snap and she turned around again, and let out a scared cry.
A tall, slender, man was standing in front of her with a bow and arrow pointed at her face. The person had rather girlish features, but at the same time, managed to look fierce, and manly. He had piercing blue eyes, and blonde hair, that reached down to the middle of his chest, half tied up to reveal pointed ears.
Sara's eyes widened at the sight of his ears. She looked behind him to find another man, with darker hair and eyes, who also had pointed ears. They both wore strange clothing of greens and browns, and both had weapons aiming at her head. The two people she presumed as 'men'; seemed to have their own special handsome looks, though the one with fairer hair was a lot better looking. Both had an appearance of elegance and gracefulness, but to an extent that even a ballerina would boil with envy. One of them started speaking a complicated language to the other one in front of her. She couldn't help thinking how beautiful it sounded, like music to her ears.
'It sounds just as wonderful as they look, they seem to suit it really well,' Sara thought to herself.
Eventually, they lowered their weapons, after a heated discussion.
"What is a child doing wandering alone in Mirkwood? Speak quickly!" the one with the lighter hair said, bringing her out of her thoughts. He looked at her.
'She is very unusual looking,' he mused to himself. 'I don't know why she is wearing such strange clothing.' He looked at her, and then her ears. His eyes widened. She was a human. He looked behind him and spoke in elfish to Daeron, telling him that she was indeed a human.
"Um, Mirkwood?" she said, very confused, "What are you?" she asked before thinking. But then she remembered that they both had weapons that were once pointed at her head and quickly added, "I mean, um, where am I again? Mirkwood? I've heard of that somewhere."
"Middle earth, the place that you are in at this moment, and King Thranduil's woodland," said the other person, boldly. She didn't like this elf. He wasn't as kind as the other one.
'That's ironic Sara, as they both had weapons pointed at your head. Yep, just like you to choose the better looking one to favour!'
The other elf strengthened up, holding his head high. 'Wow, their posture is amazing as well. Why does their hair manage to gleam so. magnificently? Yes magnificent, that is the only way to describe these people,' Sara stated to herself. But then jealousy consumed her. 'Ha! They both look like girls!'
"What are you again?" Sara asked once more.
"Elves. Who are you?" said the nearer one.
'Yes! That is why they are so annoyingly perfect!' she thought, as if everything was obvious. 'That's why they all speak so. nicely'
"My name is Sara," she managed to say eventually, but then realised that the elves probably did all of this elongated name stuff and added "daughter of Janet" for effect, trying not to laugh. "I come from a place. um. very far away from here, by the looks of it."
They didn't seem to get it, she sighed.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf,"
"And I am Daeron, son of Daerl,"
Sara tried to hide her amusement. Not only did they give all of their family history, the parents couldn't think of original names for them. She had to bite on her tongue to stop herself from saying 'Not, actually, I am Sara, daughter of Para,'
"Where do you come from?" asked Legolas.
Sara's face saddened. "Earth. Just Earth, not Middle Earth or North Earth or whatever."
"North Earth?" asked the horrible one.
"Um, never mind,"
Her face swiftly changed into a grin when an idea dawned upon her. "I know! This is a dream, I am going to wake up in a minute, watch, my alarm will go off. Either that, or," she paused. Only two more ways to find out if this was a dream. Usually, Sara could control her dreams, like what happens next, or she just jumps and flies away from trouble. Sara tried with all her might to try and make one of the elves more, a look of strain on her face. They didn't budge.
Legolas looked at her face and watched as her eyes narrowed with either strain or concentration. He tried to stifle a laugh.
'OK, so that didn't work, I'll try and fly!' Sara thought. She started jumping up and down on the spot, flapping her arms, frantically.
This had to top it all off. Legolas couldn't hold his laughter in any longer. He looked at her, flapping her arms wildly and doubled over. He looked up to see her confused look on her face and laughed harder. He heard Daeron's laughter behind.
'Oh no! I just made a fool of myself! Sara, stupid girl. What would you do if someone you didn't know in weird clothing suddenly started flapping their arms and jumping up and down in front of you?' she scolded herself mentally. 'Laugh, that's would you'd do, just like they are! God they are perfect! Their laughter is enough to make you sick!'
She blushed and looked down at her feet. They both calmed down.
"I am sorry, child, I did not mean to cause offence," Legolas said when after she blushed, tears were welling up in her eyes.
"Oh, its OK, I'd do the same! Anyway, I'm not upset over that."
"Then why are you so sad?" asked Daeron.
Sara noticed genuine concern in his eyes. She liked him better now. He seemed to be nicer towards her, somehow. But he was the same as any other elf, and when she heard his laughter, and saw his eyes twinkle, he came across as a lot more approachable.
"Hello? I'm in another world, away from my home! I've got nowhere to go, and I just got laughed at by two 'elves', of which weren't real, in my opinion, until three minutes ago!"
The two elves stepped to her, instinctively to comfort the lost human child. She wiped her eyes.
They started talking in a different language again. Sara stood there looking from face, to face, trying to at least pretend to understand their conversation. They finally stopped talking and turned to look at Sara again.
"Follow me," said Legolas, starting to walk along a pathway. Sara hesitated. Did she trust these people enough to follow them in a strange place? Where was she going? What was going to happen? How would she get home?
All these question were swimming in her head when the other elf placed his hand on her arm and said "Don't worry, you'll be OK. But we have to move quickly, we aren't safe in these forests." He motioned for her to go first.
They walked for about half an hour along this pathway. The two elves didn't seem to tread the ground when they walked. Much to Sara's envy when it felt, to her, about the tenth time she tripped over.
"Damn your stupid fairy hides!" she muttered under her breath. They both stopped to look at her. "What?" she asked. They looked a bit miffed, as if they heard her. "Oh, God no! Sorry, I didn't mean that, like. what I meant was. um, I'll shut up now,"
They both laughed again, 'sickening' she thought once more.
"It's OK, we don't mind, its just that we're not fairies," said Legolas.
"I didn't mean it like that, I, it was just a figure of speech," she babbled. 'Shut up! Shut up! Don't speak unless spoken to, knowing me, by the end of this, they'll just lock me in a dungeon and throw away the key!'' she was thinking.
When they finally reached to their destination Sara gasped, her mouth gaping open. The most beautiful palace came into view. It almost seemed to glow. All around the outside wall were engraved vines twisting up the cream stonewalls, with leaves on.
"Wow! What a culture to stumble upon!" she whispered to herself, she didn't want to make another fool of herself by saying that too loudly.
"I'm glad you like it," said the handsome elf with a smile playing on his lips.
'I've seen that smile before,' Sara thought to herself.
Legolas looked at her confused look. "Elves have very good hearing."
Sara blushed and looked down at her feet. 'Damn it! Could this day get any worse? But I suppose the cutie will compensate for my embarrassment! Too bad I'm young; I could've had a chance!'
They walked into the corridor; with Sara whishing she had about thirty more eyes so she could take in the spectacular view of all the paintings hung up. The walls were carved with patterns of leaves and medieval style swirls.
Eventually she was led into the main hall, where another elf, Sara presumed was King, sat on a large magnificent throne. He looked a lot like the lighter haired elf, but there was more wisdom in his slightly greyer blue eyes.
They all stood before the King and bowed. 'So, this must be King Thranduil!' Sara thought to herself.
"My Lord," began the darker haired elf, "we were hunting in the woods when the Prince and I came upon this young child," he said, motioning to me.
The King merely nodded.
He continued speaking, "We know that her name is Sara, but that is all."
"Thank you, Daeron, but it is rude to speak in front of someone as if they are not there. I am sure that she can tell me all of this herself."
Daeron felt his cheeks flush. "Sorry, your majesty."
"It isn't me you should be apologising to. It is Sara."
He turned toward Sara. 'The shame he must be going through right now. Having to say sorry to a kid like me!' she thought.
"It's OK, your majesty, Daeron doesn't have to apologise to me," she said quickly. Daeron smiled weakly at her. "Thanks" he mouthed. She nodded.
"Now Sara, where do you come from?" King Thranduil asked.
"A place called planet earth," said Sara, "But all I have worked out so far is that is very far away from here."
She could've sworn that his eyes flickered with recognition. But she put it to the back of her mind; his eyes weren't her number one worry at the moment.
"Indeed it must be, for I have never heard of this place before now. Do you know how you got here?"
"No, all I did was go for a walk in the park. But the next thing I knew was that I was in some place called 'Mirkwood', no offence your majesty," she added quickly.
"None taken, you must be very distraught," he replied, kindly.
"Yes, and it didn't help that all of a sudden, I have a bow and arrow held in my face, as if I'm some sort of crazy person," Sara said a little too quick, even for elves to understand.
She didn't realise how fast she was speaking until the King said; "Now, could you repeat that, but slower so we can hear what you just said please?" with a smile.
"Oh, sorry, I have a habit of speaking really fast when I'm nervous." So Sara repeated what she had just said, but a lot slower. When she saw the Kings face darken slightly at the fact that a weapon was held in her face.
Thranduil looked at his son, and then at Daeron. "Why did you do this to Sara, you can clearly tell that she isn't going to attack you. Why did you choose to frighten her?"
"No, its alright, I was acting a bit strange," Sara said, chuckling along with the two male elves at the memory of her, flapping her arms.
"What happened?" the King asked. Legolas told the story.
"I have been meaning to ask, why were you doing that anyway?" said Daeron.
"Well, um, I thought I was dreaming, and usually, I can either fly, or control my dreams,"
"Well, thank you both for bringing Sara to me, but I need to speak with her privately. Oh, and Legolas,"
Legolas turned around, "Yes father?" he asked.
Sara's jaw dropped to the floor. 'Oh, shit, I forgot! He didn't give me his family tree when he told me his name!' she thought.
"Don't forget the feast tonight, will you? Oh and one more thing, would you just wait outside for Sara to take her to her chambers when I have finished?"
"Yes father," he bowed before leaving the hall.
'Wow! He's a Prince! Sara, trust you to fancy someone like him, whom you definitely can't have!'
She was snapped out of her thoughts when King Thranduil spoke to her.
"Sara, I have been warned about you by Gandalf the Grey, long ago,"
She nearly fell over. Gandalf the Grey? Sara knew where that name came from. Bells were ringing in her head.
"I'm- I'm in 'Lord of the Rings'?" she said aloud. She was feeling woozy. 'Damn, why was this floor determined to throw me on my butt?'
"What?"
"Has the quest finished?" Sara asked. But then she cursed herself. She had seen the films, and knew that Gandalf was a Grey at before of the quest, and she also knew that Legolas was part of the fellowship. If it was over, the Gandalf would have his new, whiter than white robes.
'Damn, me and my big mouth. He'll ask me and it might change the plot! Why did I have to be dragged in so I had to endure the war between good and evil?' she thought 'talk about lousy timing!'
"Oh, nothing. I mean.erm, has the question been asked?" She sighed. That was the worst cover up in the world ever! If the floor wasn't jerking, then she would've definitely kicked herself.
The King frowned. What the hell was she talking about?
"You must be tired, why don't you get some rest? Questions will be answered tomorrow," he finally said. "Legolas will show you to your room, he has probably been listening to this conversation from outside. He is very nosy, and has a nasty habit of eavesdropping,"
"Thank you my Lord," said Sara, curtsying. Bad move. She passed out.