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of this. Its near the end, so updating will be a bit quicker (not that it
could actually get any slower, like, lol). Thanx to all of you for your
lovely reviews! They are greatly appreciated! Just a few more chappies to
go! Yay! If I get a LOT of reviews, then I will do a sequel. Well, I'll do
one anyway, but ya know. . . the reviews will be wanted. Lol.
Enjoy!
Chapter Eight; There is a Fairy Fault
Sara woke up from her deep slumber at the crack of dawn and rolled over in her bed cursing the chirping birds for 'being too happy'. She lazily rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms and recalled the previous night's events. Sara winced when she touched her elbow. She looked down and rolled up the white sleeve of the nightgown to survey the damage that she had done last night. A large yellowing bruise had appeared from when, Sara assumed, she took a tumble down the hill.
Hold up. Yellowing? Shouldn't a recent bruise be a large swollen purple thingy? Why had it healed so quickly? Oh, she almost forgot, she was a fairy now.
She sighed and got out of bed, looking at the sunrise from out of her window. Ever since she had changed, she hadn't felt the need to have a lie- in like a tradition teenager should. Yet another trade mark of an elf. Sometimes these things were quite annoying when all you want to do is get away from it all. Sleep forever. That's all Sara wanted to do.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw some movement in the clearing that they had been in the previous night. She turned her head to see what was going on.
A handful of elves were sitting and chatting animatedly to each other about something. Probably about a certain drunk Lord at a certain party in Rivendell last night. Sara laughed at that memory. She would be mentally scarred for the rest of her life. Along with Elladan and Elrohir.
Sara turned and went back inside to get ready for the day ahead. After bathing and drying herself, she looked around her room, as if expecting something that she could wear to suddenly spring up out of thin air and smack her around the face saying; "Wear me! Wear me!"
Where was Melian when you needed her? Sara grumbled on about something that sounded like more like 'Where are annoying people when you need them?' rather than where is Melian.
Eventually, Sara decided that she would have to walk to the other side of the room and choose a dress HERSELF. I know it can be rather mentally exhausting for some lazy people, like Sara for instance. Now she WAS lazy.
Thinking along the lines of this, Sara noted that there was a sort of tunic. She pulled it out of the wardrobe.
"Argh, it's just a copy of Legolas' tunic, apart from the fact that this is blue instead of green," Sara muttered under her breath, thinking that she was just ripping off his style.
It was true; the clothes that she had chosen were almost the same as the Mirkwood archer's. Obviously because this was made for a woman, it was slightly prettier than Legolas'. It had a small swirled pattern in silver along the neckline of the material that went over it. The trousers were a dark blue and the tunic to go over it was a lighter blue.
Sara pulled the pants on first and tried to walk over to the mirror. She surveyed her reflection. The blue pants certainly were tight, but Sara shrugged and thought the reason for that was to make her more stream lined. They would probably loosen up anyway once she had worn them. She waddled over to the other side of the room as best as she could and put the tunic on over it, and tied a knot with the tie that came with it at the back. Making her way over to the vanity again, she picked up the brush and ran it quickly through her hair whist looking for a bobble to tie it up. Luckily, she found a hair tie that matched with her outfit and put her hair up in a messy bun. Looking one last time at her reflection, she nodded at herself in approval and walked out of her room to go to the hall for some well- deserved breakfast. She had, after all, just chosen her own clothes AND dressed herself.
But that wasn't the end of her energetic mood today. Nope. She still had quite a lot of energy and time to burn; she did have the rest of the day all to herself, so why not spend it wisely? Sara had just come up with an idea of what to do with herself. She was pleased that she at least had some sort of common sense.
Surprised at her own good mood, Sara tried to remember the way to the hall. When she had found it, she saw there was some sort of breakfast buffet. Sara walked along the table that had all the food on it and recognised one of the 'dishes' available for her breakfast meal. Apples.
Sara grabbed one of them and poured herself a drink of water, she wasn't that hungry. Swigging the last dregs of it the water, she walked outside eating her breakfast (the apple in case anybody had forgotten). Sara went towards the wooded area past the gardens of Rivendell and tossed her apple core on the ground and whispered, "It wasn't me,"
She could hear the outraged whispers of the trees. How dare she litter their home?
She began to jog along the path, like she had planned to and began listening to the tree's songs, that were still pretty angry at her. It was more soothing than it was at home.
Home.
She should really try and get over it, but there was no use in saying that. Sara already knew what she should and shouldn't do at the moment. It was just that moving on looked a very long way away. She shouldn't have to get over it. She was too young to be taken away from her home.
Boy, she really did need a hobby. Right now she was limited to jogging and then maybe some yoga. Yes, she was reduced to wrapping her legs behind her neck and going 'hommmmmmm'.
After a while of jogging (which was very uneventful), she came across a clearing. It was round and had no plants of vegetation growing in it. Sara guessed that it was a bit bigger than a running track.
So she tried out her new sprinting skills. She went to the edge of the clearing and drew a starters line with a near by twig that was dead on the ground and set herself behind it.
As she sprinted towards the other side of the clearing she felt a sharp pain in her chest that made her cry and trip over. Groaning, she rolled over onto her back and looked up at the sky, tears of pain in the corners of her eyes. The pain soared through her upper torso again, and she felt bile rising in her throat. She screamed in pain at the top of her voice as more pain seared through her heart.
Everything went black.
O o o o o o h! is that a cliffy? Well, it mite not be, but. . . . the next chappie will come when I get reviews! Lol. Could you tell me if I have any mistakes? Thanx!
Review! Please!
Enjoy!
Chapter Eight; There is a Fairy Fault
Sara woke up from her deep slumber at the crack of dawn and rolled over in her bed cursing the chirping birds for 'being too happy'. She lazily rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms and recalled the previous night's events. Sara winced when she touched her elbow. She looked down and rolled up the white sleeve of the nightgown to survey the damage that she had done last night. A large yellowing bruise had appeared from when, Sara assumed, she took a tumble down the hill.
Hold up. Yellowing? Shouldn't a recent bruise be a large swollen purple thingy? Why had it healed so quickly? Oh, she almost forgot, she was a fairy now.
She sighed and got out of bed, looking at the sunrise from out of her window. Ever since she had changed, she hadn't felt the need to have a lie- in like a tradition teenager should. Yet another trade mark of an elf. Sometimes these things were quite annoying when all you want to do is get away from it all. Sleep forever. That's all Sara wanted to do.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw some movement in the clearing that they had been in the previous night. She turned her head to see what was going on.
A handful of elves were sitting and chatting animatedly to each other about something. Probably about a certain drunk Lord at a certain party in Rivendell last night. Sara laughed at that memory. She would be mentally scarred for the rest of her life. Along with Elladan and Elrohir.
Sara turned and went back inside to get ready for the day ahead. After bathing and drying herself, she looked around her room, as if expecting something that she could wear to suddenly spring up out of thin air and smack her around the face saying; "Wear me! Wear me!"
Where was Melian when you needed her? Sara grumbled on about something that sounded like more like 'Where are annoying people when you need them?' rather than where is Melian.
Eventually, Sara decided that she would have to walk to the other side of the room and choose a dress HERSELF. I know it can be rather mentally exhausting for some lazy people, like Sara for instance. Now she WAS lazy.
Thinking along the lines of this, Sara noted that there was a sort of tunic. She pulled it out of the wardrobe.
"Argh, it's just a copy of Legolas' tunic, apart from the fact that this is blue instead of green," Sara muttered under her breath, thinking that she was just ripping off his style.
It was true; the clothes that she had chosen were almost the same as the Mirkwood archer's. Obviously because this was made for a woman, it was slightly prettier than Legolas'. It had a small swirled pattern in silver along the neckline of the material that went over it. The trousers were a dark blue and the tunic to go over it was a lighter blue.
Sara pulled the pants on first and tried to walk over to the mirror. She surveyed her reflection. The blue pants certainly were tight, but Sara shrugged and thought the reason for that was to make her more stream lined. They would probably loosen up anyway once she had worn them. She waddled over to the other side of the room as best as she could and put the tunic on over it, and tied a knot with the tie that came with it at the back. Making her way over to the vanity again, she picked up the brush and ran it quickly through her hair whist looking for a bobble to tie it up. Luckily, she found a hair tie that matched with her outfit and put her hair up in a messy bun. Looking one last time at her reflection, she nodded at herself in approval and walked out of her room to go to the hall for some well- deserved breakfast. She had, after all, just chosen her own clothes AND dressed herself.
But that wasn't the end of her energetic mood today. Nope. She still had quite a lot of energy and time to burn; she did have the rest of the day all to herself, so why not spend it wisely? Sara had just come up with an idea of what to do with herself. She was pleased that she at least had some sort of common sense.
Surprised at her own good mood, Sara tried to remember the way to the hall. When she had found it, she saw there was some sort of breakfast buffet. Sara walked along the table that had all the food on it and recognised one of the 'dishes' available for her breakfast meal. Apples.
Sara grabbed one of them and poured herself a drink of water, she wasn't that hungry. Swigging the last dregs of it the water, she walked outside eating her breakfast (the apple in case anybody had forgotten). Sara went towards the wooded area past the gardens of Rivendell and tossed her apple core on the ground and whispered, "It wasn't me,"
She could hear the outraged whispers of the trees. How dare she litter their home?
She began to jog along the path, like she had planned to and began listening to the tree's songs, that were still pretty angry at her. It was more soothing than it was at home.
Home.
She should really try and get over it, but there was no use in saying that. Sara already knew what she should and shouldn't do at the moment. It was just that moving on looked a very long way away. She shouldn't have to get over it. She was too young to be taken away from her home.
Boy, she really did need a hobby. Right now she was limited to jogging and then maybe some yoga. Yes, she was reduced to wrapping her legs behind her neck and going 'hommmmmmm'.
After a while of jogging (which was very uneventful), she came across a clearing. It was round and had no plants of vegetation growing in it. Sara guessed that it was a bit bigger than a running track.
So she tried out her new sprinting skills. She went to the edge of the clearing and drew a starters line with a near by twig that was dead on the ground and set herself behind it.
As she sprinted towards the other side of the clearing she felt a sharp pain in her chest that made her cry and trip over. Groaning, she rolled over onto her back and looked up at the sky, tears of pain in the corners of her eyes. The pain soared through her upper torso again, and she felt bile rising in her throat. She screamed in pain at the top of her voice as more pain seared through her heart.
Everything went black.
O o o o o o h! is that a cliffy? Well, it mite not be, but. . . . the next chappie will come when I get reviews! Lol. Could you tell me if I have any mistakes? Thanx!
Review! Please!