Right. um, I decided that this is going to be set about 2000 years BEFORE
the war of the ring because I changed the plot a TINY bit! Glad I got that
sorted out! Um. sorry for any mistakes in this chap, coz my 'editor' is on
her hols, she hasn't had a chance to read this through and correct any
mistakes, so no flames please! LOL!
I would like to thank Selena the Moonwashed Vixen for such a nice review!! I'm glad that you are addicted! lol.
Disclaimer; as you will probably find out during this chap, I don't even own a dictionary! Lol. Nope, this is all of J.R.R yada yada's.
Chapter three; Dreaming
She was in the woods. She had never been here before; the things that surrounded her seemed to glow. There was definitely something familiar about this place, though she didn't know what it was.
She walked swiftly through the shining woods, following the path that lay before her bare feet.
That's when she heard a soft voice in her mind.
"Sara, you must choose your path."
The woman who had just spoken to her had a soft tone to her voice. She also stated the obvious. Everybody had to 'choose their path'. Duh! That was life.
She spun around to face the one who had just spoken to her.
"You cannot see me yet, just follow the path," she said again.
Sara followed the trail, not knowing what she would see ahead of her.
But then, she saw it. The path came to a clearing, more like a stone patio, in a circle. In the middle stood a woman, with a bellowing white gown on that emitted light. Her blonde hair cascaded all the way down to the bottom of her back, and her blue eyes twinkled with wisdom. Her face was ageless.
'Moths must love her,' Sara thought, looking at her shining dress.
"Yes, indeed they would if they existed here," spoke the woman, with a warm smile, that managed to light up her face more. Sara immediately knew who it was.
"You know me?" Galadriel asked.
"Um, no, its just I've seen you on a film. . ." she stopped when she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She found it hard to breathe. Sara collapsed to her knees. She felt like she was on fire.
Sara gritted her teeth, still waiting for the pain to stop. It lessened, though she still had a little pain in her stomach; but it was nothing compared to what it was before.
"This isn't real, I can't be. I know that this is a dream. . . "
"It is. I haven't got long to speak. You must remain in Mirkwood until I tell you otherwise. Soon you will wake up and our connection will be lost. Sara, promise me that you will do as I told you?"
Sara thought for a minute. She nodded. "Just as long as the next time I see you, I don't die from some stupid belly ache!" she spoke.
Galadriel smiled. "There is a choice you have yet to make. All will become clear later."
She vanished, leaving a very confused Sara.
*
She sat up in her bed. But it wasn't her bed. She looked around the room; it was empty. She was lying in a bed with the softest quilt known imaginable. The sheets were cream, matching the other cream and green painted walls.
She looked at her shaking hands. She gasped. Her once bitten down, horrific excuse for nails were now longer and in perfect condition. They looked like they had just had a French manicure. 'This is wrong,' she thought and tried to bite them, but to no avail. 'Damn these excuses for my nails! I will have nothing perfect on my body!'
Eventually she gave up on her nails. She stood up, still feeling a bit woozy. 'No, I have to make it to the mirror! How can I brush my hair if I have no mirror to look in?'
Sara made her way to the mirror that was on the finely crafted desk. She sat down on the beautiful chair that was there and looked into the intricately detailed mirror. She gasped.
"My hair." she managed to say. It was longer that it used to be. Longer being the understatement of the year. It used to be just past her shoulders, but now it was the same length as Galadriel's. It was also wavy. Same colour, but wavy. She sighed. The thought of having blonde hair was. somewhat daunting around here. She didn't mind it- she liked blonde hair. It's just in Mirkwood; by the looks of it, everybody had blonde hair. She smiled at herself.
'Wow, is this weird, or is it weird? I should be on a freak show!' she thought. But there was still something different. Sara shrugged it off and quickly went back to bed and closed her eyes when she heard about ten people coming down the hallway outside.
They burst into her room. She was still pretending to be asleep wanting to milk this out as much as possible.
"She was saying things in her sleep, she seemed distressed and in great pain," said one she-elf.
"Yes, my Lord, I saw it too," came another she-elf's voice.
"Is she OK now?" asked King Thrandiul, looking at the sleeping form of Sara. He noticed that she had indeed changed. Her hair was now longer.
Legolas walked in "Sorry, I'm late. . ." he drifted of at the sight of the sleeping child that he had 'rescued'. Her lips were twitching, he could tell that she was trying not to smile, and was really awake.
"Nice to see that you are awake Sara," he said. She opened her eyes slowly, pretending not to know what was going on.
She kicked herself. Sara could never mange to pretend to be asleep. She would always end up smiling at the fact that the other person 'didn't know' that she was really asleep. Of course, once she did this, then her game was up.
"Wha- what?" Sara said in the sleepiest voice that she could muster.
"I know that you were awake," Legolas said, grinning at the tragically bad liar that was lying on the bed.
Her eyes narrowed. "Thanks elf boy," she said menacingly.
She could hear the two elf maidens gasp. What had she done now?
"What? Have I got something growing out of my head," Sara said aloud, self consciously touching her hair. Then it hit her. She had insulted the prince! Trust her to do that. She was probably going to her hang up in the dungeons by her feet. Then, she doubted the elves could do that. They would probably just groom her to death.
She thought that she had better apologise, in case they did want her head on a platter.
"Sorry," Sara said, lowering her head. To her surprise, she heard Legolas' laughter.
"It's quite alright, Sara," he said. She blushed slightly.
"Come, let us go, we shall leave Sara alone for a bit," said the King, leaving the room along with the others. Legolas stayed a bit longer.
"So, what do you want?" asked Sara
"Your hair has gotten longer," he stated.
"Bravo! Wow, Sherlock, nothing gets past you does it?" she said sarcastically. Legolas frowned.
"My name isn't Sherlock."
Sara sighed. She forgot that she was in a different world. And that he was thick. "How can you forget something like that?" she said out loud. Boy, she really was stupid.
"I don't know, don't ask me," Legolas said.
"Damn! How do I get out of this place?" she asked. She needed to go home. But not until tomorrow, then she could get out of her detention.
"I know!" she said, feeling as though now would be the right time for a light bulb to 'ping!' above her head.
"What? What are you going to do?" Legolas asked.
"I'm going to Lothlorien! Oh, no," she said, suddenly remembering what Galadriel had said to her in her dream. Sara doubted that that wasn't an ordinary dream; and wouldn't put it past her to show off her party trick of speaking without moving her lips. She was warned to stay in Mirkwood. She put a thoughtful finger to her lips.
"Hmm, how cam I get home?"
"Are you planning to leave already?" asked Legolas.
"Well, duh! I can't stay here for ever, you know!"
"Yes, well at least stay until-" he didn't finish his sentence.
He looked on in utter horror when Sara started to shiver, beads of sweat pouring off her face. He seemed to be glued to his chair. He laughed uneasily.
"Sara, its not funny, stop messing around," he said in an shaky tone.
She still didn't stop.
Legolas believed her when she began to cough. She covered her hand over her mouth automatically. When she took her hand away, it was covered in blood. She looked over at Legolas, fear gripping her heart. That's when she started to panic.
"Oh God, I'm gonna die! Help me," she said in a raspy voice.
Legolas looked around the room, not knowing what to do. Sara rolled her eyes.
"Typical man, no common sense. GET THE HEALERS YOU DUMB ASS!" she yelled as loudly as she could muster. The message finally got through.
Legolas jumped out of his chair and ran towards the door, looking for the healers like Sara had instructed him to.
Legolas had never seen anybody ill before. Sure, he had seen some brave warriors like himself die in battle, but sickness had never occurred amongst elves. He was only 534 years old. Still young for an elf.
He turned left and went down a corridor where the healers' rooms were. He walked up to a door and knocked twice on the light brown door. It opened and the healer bowed at the sight of the prince.
"Come quickly," Legolas said and walked back towards Sara's room, the healer following.
They reached her room and opened the door. What they found they didn't like. Lying face down unconscious in a pool of her own blood was Sara.
The healer rushed forwards and some more elves came in to help. Legolas had no idea where they came from; but they had impeccable timing. For that he was grateful.
He left the room. It was getting crowded in there. He needed some space to take in what he had just seen.
He waited outside in the corridor, hoping that they would be able to save Sara. She was too young to die. She shouldn't be going through this. Sara should be with her family; but they were obviously far from here. Too far.
After about an hour, the door slowly opened and a she-elf stepped out, with sorrow in her eyes. Legolas' stomach churned.
"Is she OK?" he asked.
She shook her head slowly.
"I am sorry, but she is beyond our help. She will need to go to Rivendell, for our skills cannot heal her anymore. We have done all we can," she said.
Legolas shook his head.
"If it means that I am to travel to Rivendell, then so be it. I shall be back in a moment. Will you keep watch on her and tell me if she gets worse?" he asked.
The healer nodded and curtsied.
Legolas turned and ran for his father's study. When he got to the door, he knocked and waited for permission to be able to enter the room. When it came, he swung open the door. He saw his father writing a letter.
"What is the troubles you so, my son?" the king asked, noticing the worried look on his son's face.
"Father, Sara has fallen ill. She is beyond our help. One of the healers said that we are to sent her to Rivendell," he said, getting straight to the point. Sara needed very second.
His father seemed to be concerned with this news.
"Then that is what I am going to do. Legolas, fetch Daeron, he is to leave immediately," he commanded when he had made his decision on what to do.
Legolas frowned.
"Can I not take her?" he asked, wanting to see his old friend, Arwen.
"No, as the prince, you are to stay here, with me," Thrandiul said.
"But, father-"
"No buts, Legolas, I, as the King, am telling you to stay here," he said, finishing the conversation.
He turned and ran through all the halls to find his friend. When he did not find him, Legolas began to worry. He went outside to search the gardens.
He sighed with relief when he saw his friend practicing his archery in one of the fields. Quickening his pace, he reached Daeron.
"Daeron! Come with me, and hurry," Legolas said.
Not bothering to ask why, Daeron followed Legolas to Thrandiul's study.
I know, sorry about the shortness, but I've already got the next chap halfway written! So, only reviews will make me type faster! What do YOU think will happen to Sara? Oooh! LOL! Only one knows. and that's me, so make the reviews nice please!
Review! Please?
I would like to thank Selena the Moonwashed Vixen for such a nice review!! I'm glad that you are addicted! lol.
Disclaimer; as you will probably find out during this chap, I don't even own a dictionary! Lol. Nope, this is all of J.R.R yada yada's.
Chapter three; Dreaming
She was in the woods. She had never been here before; the things that surrounded her seemed to glow. There was definitely something familiar about this place, though she didn't know what it was.
She walked swiftly through the shining woods, following the path that lay before her bare feet.
That's when she heard a soft voice in her mind.
"Sara, you must choose your path."
The woman who had just spoken to her had a soft tone to her voice. She also stated the obvious. Everybody had to 'choose their path'. Duh! That was life.
She spun around to face the one who had just spoken to her.
"You cannot see me yet, just follow the path," she said again.
Sara followed the trail, not knowing what she would see ahead of her.
But then, she saw it. The path came to a clearing, more like a stone patio, in a circle. In the middle stood a woman, with a bellowing white gown on that emitted light. Her blonde hair cascaded all the way down to the bottom of her back, and her blue eyes twinkled with wisdom. Her face was ageless.
'Moths must love her,' Sara thought, looking at her shining dress.
"Yes, indeed they would if they existed here," spoke the woman, with a warm smile, that managed to light up her face more. Sara immediately knew who it was.
"You know me?" Galadriel asked.
"Um, no, its just I've seen you on a film. . ." she stopped when she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She found it hard to breathe. Sara collapsed to her knees. She felt like she was on fire.
Sara gritted her teeth, still waiting for the pain to stop. It lessened, though she still had a little pain in her stomach; but it was nothing compared to what it was before.
"This isn't real, I can't be. I know that this is a dream. . . "
"It is. I haven't got long to speak. You must remain in Mirkwood until I tell you otherwise. Soon you will wake up and our connection will be lost. Sara, promise me that you will do as I told you?"
Sara thought for a minute. She nodded. "Just as long as the next time I see you, I don't die from some stupid belly ache!" she spoke.
Galadriel smiled. "There is a choice you have yet to make. All will become clear later."
She vanished, leaving a very confused Sara.
*
She sat up in her bed. But it wasn't her bed. She looked around the room; it was empty. She was lying in a bed with the softest quilt known imaginable. The sheets were cream, matching the other cream and green painted walls.
She looked at her shaking hands. She gasped. Her once bitten down, horrific excuse for nails were now longer and in perfect condition. They looked like they had just had a French manicure. 'This is wrong,' she thought and tried to bite them, but to no avail. 'Damn these excuses for my nails! I will have nothing perfect on my body!'
Eventually she gave up on her nails. She stood up, still feeling a bit woozy. 'No, I have to make it to the mirror! How can I brush my hair if I have no mirror to look in?'
Sara made her way to the mirror that was on the finely crafted desk. She sat down on the beautiful chair that was there and looked into the intricately detailed mirror. She gasped.
"My hair." she managed to say. It was longer that it used to be. Longer being the understatement of the year. It used to be just past her shoulders, but now it was the same length as Galadriel's. It was also wavy. Same colour, but wavy. She sighed. The thought of having blonde hair was. somewhat daunting around here. She didn't mind it- she liked blonde hair. It's just in Mirkwood; by the looks of it, everybody had blonde hair. She smiled at herself.
'Wow, is this weird, or is it weird? I should be on a freak show!' she thought. But there was still something different. Sara shrugged it off and quickly went back to bed and closed her eyes when she heard about ten people coming down the hallway outside.
They burst into her room. She was still pretending to be asleep wanting to milk this out as much as possible.
"She was saying things in her sleep, she seemed distressed and in great pain," said one she-elf.
"Yes, my Lord, I saw it too," came another she-elf's voice.
"Is she OK now?" asked King Thrandiul, looking at the sleeping form of Sara. He noticed that she had indeed changed. Her hair was now longer.
Legolas walked in "Sorry, I'm late. . ." he drifted of at the sight of the sleeping child that he had 'rescued'. Her lips were twitching, he could tell that she was trying not to smile, and was really awake.
"Nice to see that you are awake Sara," he said. She opened her eyes slowly, pretending not to know what was going on.
She kicked herself. Sara could never mange to pretend to be asleep. She would always end up smiling at the fact that the other person 'didn't know' that she was really asleep. Of course, once she did this, then her game was up.
"Wha- what?" Sara said in the sleepiest voice that she could muster.
"I know that you were awake," Legolas said, grinning at the tragically bad liar that was lying on the bed.
Her eyes narrowed. "Thanks elf boy," she said menacingly.
She could hear the two elf maidens gasp. What had she done now?
"What? Have I got something growing out of my head," Sara said aloud, self consciously touching her hair. Then it hit her. She had insulted the prince! Trust her to do that. She was probably going to her hang up in the dungeons by her feet. Then, she doubted the elves could do that. They would probably just groom her to death.
She thought that she had better apologise, in case they did want her head on a platter.
"Sorry," Sara said, lowering her head. To her surprise, she heard Legolas' laughter.
"It's quite alright, Sara," he said. She blushed slightly.
"Come, let us go, we shall leave Sara alone for a bit," said the King, leaving the room along with the others. Legolas stayed a bit longer.
"So, what do you want?" asked Sara
"Your hair has gotten longer," he stated.
"Bravo! Wow, Sherlock, nothing gets past you does it?" she said sarcastically. Legolas frowned.
"My name isn't Sherlock."
Sara sighed. She forgot that she was in a different world. And that he was thick. "How can you forget something like that?" she said out loud. Boy, she really was stupid.
"I don't know, don't ask me," Legolas said.
"Damn! How do I get out of this place?" she asked. She needed to go home. But not until tomorrow, then she could get out of her detention.
"I know!" she said, feeling as though now would be the right time for a light bulb to 'ping!' above her head.
"What? What are you going to do?" Legolas asked.
"I'm going to Lothlorien! Oh, no," she said, suddenly remembering what Galadriel had said to her in her dream. Sara doubted that that wasn't an ordinary dream; and wouldn't put it past her to show off her party trick of speaking without moving her lips. She was warned to stay in Mirkwood. She put a thoughtful finger to her lips.
"Hmm, how cam I get home?"
"Are you planning to leave already?" asked Legolas.
"Well, duh! I can't stay here for ever, you know!"
"Yes, well at least stay until-" he didn't finish his sentence.
He looked on in utter horror when Sara started to shiver, beads of sweat pouring off her face. He seemed to be glued to his chair. He laughed uneasily.
"Sara, its not funny, stop messing around," he said in an shaky tone.
She still didn't stop.
Legolas believed her when she began to cough. She covered her hand over her mouth automatically. When she took her hand away, it was covered in blood. She looked over at Legolas, fear gripping her heart. That's when she started to panic.
"Oh God, I'm gonna die! Help me," she said in a raspy voice.
Legolas looked around the room, not knowing what to do. Sara rolled her eyes.
"Typical man, no common sense. GET THE HEALERS YOU DUMB ASS!" she yelled as loudly as she could muster. The message finally got through.
Legolas jumped out of his chair and ran towards the door, looking for the healers like Sara had instructed him to.
Legolas had never seen anybody ill before. Sure, he had seen some brave warriors like himself die in battle, but sickness had never occurred amongst elves. He was only 534 years old. Still young for an elf.
He turned left and went down a corridor where the healers' rooms were. He walked up to a door and knocked twice on the light brown door. It opened and the healer bowed at the sight of the prince.
"Come quickly," Legolas said and walked back towards Sara's room, the healer following.
They reached her room and opened the door. What they found they didn't like. Lying face down unconscious in a pool of her own blood was Sara.
The healer rushed forwards and some more elves came in to help. Legolas had no idea where they came from; but they had impeccable timing. For that he was grateful.
He left the room. It was getting crowded in there. He needed some space to take in what he had just seen.
He waited outside in the corridor, hoping that they would be able to save Sara. She was too young to die. She shouldn't be going through this. Sara should be with her family; but they were obviously far from here. Too far.
After about an hour, the door slowly opened and a she-elf stepped out, with sorrow in her eyes. Legolas' stomach churned.
"Is she OK?" he asked.
She shook her head slowly.
"I am sorry, but she is beyond our help. She will need to go to Rivendell, for our skills cannot heal her anymore. We have done all we can," she said.
Legolas shook his head.
"If it means that I am to travel to Rivendell, then so be it. I shall be back in a moment. Will you keep watch on her and tell me if she gets worse?" he asked.
The healer nodded and curtsied.
Legolas turned and ran for his father's study. When he got to the door, he knocked and waited for permission to be able to enter the room. When it came, he swung open the door. He saw his father writing a letter.
"What is the troubles you so, my son?" the king asked, noticing the worried look on his son's face.
"Father, Sara has fallen ill. She is beyond our help. One of the healers said that we are to sent her to Rivendell," he said, getting straight to the point. Sara needed very second.
His father seemed to be concerned with this news.
"Then that is what I am going to do. Legolas, fetch Daeron, he is to leave immediately," he commanded when he had made his decision on what to do.
Legolas frowned.
"Can I not take her?" he asked, wanting to see his old friend, Arwen.
"No, as the prince, you are to stay here, with me," Thrandiul said.
"But, father-"
"No buts, Legolas, I, as the King, am telling you to stay here," he said, finishing the conversation.
He turned and ran through all the halls to find his friend. When he did not find him, Legolas began to worry. He went outside to search the gardens.
He sighed with relief when he saw his friend practicing his archery in one of the fields. Quickening his pace, he reached Daeron.
"Daeron! Come with me, and hurry," Legolas said.
Not bothering to ask why, Daeron followed Legolas to Thrandiul's study.
I know, sorry about the shortness, but I've already got the next chap halfway written! So, only reviews will make me type faster! What do YOU think will happen to Sara? Oooh! LOL! Only one knows. and that's me, so make the reviews nice please!
Review! Please?