Bleed for Me
By Siren
Hey guys! THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!!! Anyway, I wake up in Rivendell, and meet Legolas. Anyway, this is set AFTER the war of the ring. I'm not joining a Fellowship, okay? THIS IS NOT A MARY-SUE!!!!!!! And don't worry; I'm going to post the next chapter to 'Back Again' as soon as possible. I was hit by a severe case of writer's block, but that's gone now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Something warm is drifting across my face.
Deciding to risk a headache, I open my eyes. I'm looking up at the ceiling of a room. Sitting up a bit, I look around. I expect to see a hospital, or at least the place where I fell. But I'm not at either place. I'm in a room that could pass for heaven. The walls are made of smooth stone with paintings hanging on them.
The bedpost I'm leaning against holds a statue of a she-elf with her arms held out as though to protect the sleeper. There are columns with stone vines intricately carved into them. It's simply amazing. Sunlight is filtering into the room, bringing a warm breeze with it. It's like paradise.
Sitting up completely, I let the satin sheets slip away. Feeling the breeze brush my collarbone, I glance down. A dark blush covers my face. I seem to be lacking a fair amount of clothing. Mentally saying a prayer, I peek under the covers. My blush darkens. Well, whoever saved me was kind enough to leave the underwear on.
"Okay, clothes. I definitely need clothes," I mutter. I wrap the sheet around me, and looked around. There are a few dressers and a closet. "Well, closets normally hold clothes, or dead bodies depending on the neighborhood." Swinging my legs over the bed, I stand up, prepared to feel my joints ache and crack in response.
But there's nothing.
No pain, no cracking, nothing. Amazed, I pull the sheet up a bit to look at my knees. They're not swollen! Turning my neck, I'm shocked to find that it's painless as well. I really must have died and gone to heaven. This is too good to be true! Holding the sheet around me with one hand, I lift the other and hold it up to my face.
My fingers aren't swollen. Clenching my hand into a fist, I meet the same response. No pain. I don't understand how it happened, but I'm healed. Years and years of seeing numerous specialists and doctors, and I'm cured in a day by a guy who says he's 'Elrond'.
"I see you're awake."
Hearing the soft voice, I jump a bit and turn around. It's the Legolas look alike from yesterday. He's still wearing the elvish get-up, and it's annoying me a bit. Oh well, I better not piss off the psycho. He's staring at me, and I frown a bit. What's he looking at? Following his gaze, I glance down at myself.
I completely forgot that I was only wearing a sheet. Feeling embarrassed and much too exposed, I hug the sheet to me more tightly. 'Please take the hint and go away,' I plead silently. Looking away, I let my hair fall in front of my eyes.
When he says nothing, I look up to see that he's no longer at the door. I sigh in relief and turn around only to come face to face with my peeping Tom. I yelp and jump back. Legolas, I mean the guy, smiles in amusement.
"Lord Elrond had to remove your clothing to treat some of your wounds," he says in a gentle tone.
"So I've noticed," I answer warily.
He's still playing this stupid game, pretending that he's Legolas.
"You said yesterday that your name was Siren."
I nod, eyeing him suspiciously. "What about it?" I ask.
He smiles. Okay, his smile is definitely melt worthy. "I have never heard of such a name. Why are you called that?"
He looks adorable when he's curious. Ack! Siren, squash those thoughts this instant!
"I like to sing," I answer truthfully. His eyes brighten, and he smiles. "Is that so?" I nod, my eyes never leaving his. He takes a step forward, so that he's only a foot away from me. It's still too close for comfort.
"Perhaps you could sing for me one day," he suggests.
I shrug. "Maybe."
He's staring at me and I don't like it. "So do you rescue girls like me everyday, or is it just a hobby?" I ask.
He smiles that sweet smile of his. "I do not do it on a regular basis. I was on my way to deliver a message to Lord Elrond when I found you."
I nod. "I remember."
Feeling a breeze drift into the room, I shiver. "Um, clothes would be nice," I mumbled. He smiles and nods. "Of course." Turning around, he leaves and closes the door behind him. I blink and pinch myself. Nope, I'm not dreaming. Everything seems authentic enough. Maybe, somehow, I really did end up in Middle Earth. It's far-fetched and goes against all the laws of physics, but stranger stuff has happened. There was that one time I called up a radio station and requested 'Dude Looks Like a Lady' and then a cross dresser came on Jerry Springer.
Still holding the sheet against me, I wait patiently. How long does it take to find clothes? Should I be brave and scary and look for him dressed in only a sheet? I can only imagine the look of shock on the dignified elves' faces at the sight of a half naked human running around screaming for their prince. I smirk a bit to myself and sit down at a vanity. Glancing at the mirror, I'm shocked at what I see. Who's that girl in the mirror?
My hair is hanging in front of my eyes limply, and I brush it away to get a better look at my face. There's a fairly large bruise on my right temple, and I touch it gently. I wince a bit as a wave of pain and nausea sweep over me. Note to self: never touch a bruise again. There's a large scratch on my collarbone, and after turning a bit in the chair, I can see a large bruise on my back.
I'm definitely not in the best condition, but it could be worse. I could be dead.
"The bruises will fade in a few days."
Jumping a bit, I turn around to see Legolas standing in the doorway. He's holding a few dresses. Though this goes against everything I believe in, I won't complain. 'Just take the dresses and force a smile,' I think to myself. He hands them over, and I take them with my free hand. I force a small smile and nod. "Thank you." Legolas nods with a grin. "Lord Elrond will be here in a few hours to check up on you. If you need anything, feel free to ask."
How kind. Holding the dresses to me, I nod. "Okay." He stands there for a moment, staring at me. "Um, I kinda need to get changed now," I remind him. He blinks and blushes a bit. "Of course," he says, and leaves. I'm alone again. Holding up a dress I can't help but cringe. I'm going to drown in the yards of velvet and cotton! It's warm out, and I'll have heat delirium if I wear them. 'Suck it up. These people were nice enough to save your ass; the least you can do is wear a friggin' dress.'
"The Mary-Sue's don't have to wear dresses," I mutter. I drop the sheet and slip the lightest dress over my head. It has frills. Good God in heaven, I'm wearing a dress with frills. Tying the sash behind my back, I look at my reflection. I whimper and tug at the sleeves. I look like a sick porcelain doll. My mistake, a sick porcelain doll wearing a dress from HELL.
"This cannot be happening," I whimper. Sighing, I pick up a brush and try to tame my hair. After ten minutes, I slam the brush down on the vanity. "THIS SUCKS!" I shout, forgetting for a moment that I'm in a place full of elves. Eh, who cares if they heard me? Crossing my arms over my chest, I walk over to the bed, sit down, and proceed to sulk. Let's go over my current situation calmly and rationally.
-I went to look at my new house and was chased by a bear. -I fell off a cliff BECAUSE of that stupid bear. -I woke up with a migraine from hell and was found by Legolas Greenleaf. -I passed out. -I woke up in a room while being treated by Elrond. -I freaked out and eventually passed out. -I woke up again, NAKED. -Legolas saw me in a sheet and nothing more. -Legolas got me some gross dresses that are frilly. FRILLY! -My hair looks like crap and will never be tamed. -I'm now listing things in a very negative attitude. -And to top it all off, I'M BORED!
So that's my current situation. Tons of girls and some guys would jump at the chance to be in Middle Earth. I get the opportunity, and I end up bored. How the hell did this happen? Narrowing my eyes, I stand up. 'I will be forever grateful that Legolas saved me, but for the love of God I refuse to wear these dresses!' I take off the dress and throw it to the ground. I move to pick up the sheet, when I hear the door open.
'When I turn around, Legolas Greenleaf will not be standing at the door.'
Legolas Greenleaf is standing at the door, slack jawed.
I feel my face burn crimson and watch his eyes study me, mouth gaping. Oh God, this cannot be happening! Grabbing the sheet, I cover myself quickly. "GET OUT YOU PERVERT!" I scream. Legolas moves his mouth as though to say something, but no words come out. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" I shriek and shove him out of the room. I slam the door behind him and lock it. I am so embarrassed, I'm shaking.
I cannot believe Legolas Greenleaf saw my naked! I always dreamt of that moment, but he was usually naked too, and there would be some romantic music playing. Lifting a hand, I cover my eyes and sigh. This is turning out to be a nightmare, I swear. Someone knocks on the door, and I restrain a growl. "Go away you pervert!" I shout.
"It's lord Elrond."
Sighing, I unlock the door, and let him in. He steps inside, and closes the door behind him. "Pervert?" he says in confusion. I clutch the sheet tightly. "Your prince of Mirkwood walked in on me when I was naked and just gaped at me!" I yell. Elrond looks at me for a second and starts to chuckle. "It's not funny! He didn't even knock!" Elrond starts laughing, and leans against the vanity for support.
"Forgive me, lady Siren, but the situation is rather amusing."
I lift an eyebrow. "How would you feel if Legolas walked in on you while you were naked?" His laughing stops. Didn't I read a Legolas/Elrond slash somewhere? "You're right. I'm here to check up on you and see how you are healing." I sit down on the bed and shrug. "I'm being looked after by the best healer in Middle Earth. How should I be?" The elf lord smiles and tilts my head.
"The bruises are healing nicely," he mumbles. Tilting my head down, he brushing the hair away from the back of my neck and head. "The bleeding has stopped and the swelling has gone down. You should be able to leave the room in a few days." I grin. "Do I get a lollypop now?" I ask. Elrond stares at me blankly. "A what?" I shrug and hop off the bed. "Never mind. Just some strange humor. Thanks for the checkup." Elrond nods. "You are most welcome. Perhaps Legolas will stop by soon and apologize."
"I might accept his apology if he brings some clothes that don't include frilly dresses." The elf laughs and leaves. Well, that wasn't so bad. Sitting down in a chair in the corner of the room, I rest my chin on my hand. "All I ever wanted was to be at your service. But now I'm alone, 'cause you're here and you're gone. And all I ever wanted was to feel I had a purpose. But now that's all gone..." I sing softly. My eyes droop closed, and the world fades away.
2 Be Continued
Hey guys! Thank you for the reviews! I'll be posting the next chapter for this story and 'Back Again' soon. Bye!
-Siren
By Siren
Hey guys! THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!!! Anyway, I wake up in Rivendell, and meet Legolas. Anyway, this is set AFTER the war of the ring. I'm not joining a Fellowship, okay? THIS IS NOT A MARY-SUE!!!!!!! And don't worry; I'm going to post the next chapter to 'Back Again' as soon as possible. I was hit by a severe case of writer's block, but that's gone now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Something warm is drifting across my face.
Deciding to risk a headache, I open my eyes. I'm looking up at the ceiling of a room. Sitting up a bit, I look around. I expect to see a hospital, or at least the place where I fell. But I'm not at either place. I'm in a room that could pass for heaven. The walls are made of smooth stone with paintings hanging on them.
The bedpost I'm leaning against holds a statue of a she-elf with her arms held out as though to protect the sleeper. There are columns with stone vines intricately carved into them. It's simply amazing. Sunlight is filtering into the room, bringing a warm breeze with it. It's like paradise.
Sitting up completely, I let the satin sheets slip away. Feeling the breeze brush my collarbone, I glance down. A dark blush covers my face. I seem to be lacking a fair amount of clothing. Mentally saying a prayer, I peek under the covers. My blush darkens. Well, whoever saved me was kind enough to leave the underwear on.
"Okay, clothes. I definitely need clothes," I mutter. I wrap the sheet around me, and looked around. There are a few dressers and a closet. "Well, closets normally hold clothes, or dead bodies depending on the neighborhood." Swinging my legs over the bed, I stand up, prepared to feel my joints ache and crack in response.
But there's nothing.
No pain, no cracking, nothing. Amazed, I pull the sheet up a bit to look at my knees. They're not swollen! Turning my neck, I'm shocked to find that it's painless as well. I really must have died and gone to heaven. This is too good to be true! Holding the sheet around me with one hand, I lift the other and hold it up to my face.
My fingers aren't swollen. Clenching my hand into a fist, I meet the same response. No pain. I don't understand how it happened, but I'm healed. Years and years of seeing numerous specialists and doctors, and I'm cured in a day by a guy who says he's 'Elrond'.
"I see you're awake."
Hearing the soft voice, I jump a bit and turn around. It's the Legolas look alike from yesterday. He's still wearing the elvish get-up, and it's annoying me a bit. Oh well, I better not piss off the psycho. He's staring at me, and I frown a bit. What's he looking at? Following his gaze, I glance down at myself.
I completely forgot that I was only wearing a sheet. Feeling embarrassed and much too exposed, I hug the sheet to me more tightly. 'Please take the hint and go away,' I plead silently. Looking away, I let my hair fall in front of my eyes.
When he says nothing, I look up to see that he's no longer at the door. I sigh in relief and turn around only to come face to face with my peeping Tom. I yelp and jump back. Legolas, I mean the guy, smiles in amusement.
"Lord Elrond had to remove your clothing to treat some of your wounds," he says in a gentle tone.
"So I've noticed," I answer warily.
He's still playing this stupid game, pretending that he's Legolas.
"You said yesterday that your name was Siren."
I nod, eyeing him suspiciously. "What about it?" I ask.
He smiles. Okay, his smile is definitely melt worthy. "I have never heard of such a name. Why are you called that?"
He looks adorable when he's curious. Ack! Siren, squash those thoughts this instant!
"I like to sing," I answer truthfully. His eyes brighten, and he smiles. "Is that so?" I nod, my eyes never leaving his. He takes a step forward, so that he's only a foot away from me. It's still too close for comfort.
"Perhaps you could sing for me one day," he suggests.
I shrug. "Maybe."
He's staring at me and I don't like it. "So do you rescue girls like me everyday, or is it just a hobby?" I ask.
He smiles that sweet smile of his. "I do not do it on a regular basis. I was on my way to deliver a message to Lord Elrond when I found you."
I nod. "I remember."
Feeling a breeze drift into the room, I shiver. "Um, clothes would be nice," I mumbled. He smiles and nods. "Of course." Turning around, he leaves and closes the door behind him. I blink and pinch myself. Nope, I'm not dreaming. Everything seems authentic enough. Maybe, somehow, I really did end up in Middle Earth. It's far-fetched and goes against all the laws of physics, but stranger stuff has happened. There was that one time I called up a radio station and requested 'Dude Looks Like a Lady' and then a cross dresser came on Jerry Springer.
Still holding the sheet against me, I wait patiently. How long does it take to find clothes? Should I be brave and scary and look for him dressed in only a sheet? I can only imagine the look of shock on the dignified elves' faces at the sight of a half naked human running around screaming for their prince. I smirk a bit to myself and sit down at a vanity. Glancing at the mirror, I'm shocked at what I see. Who's that girl in the mirror?
My hair is hanging in front of my eyes limply, and I brush it away to get a better look at my face. There's a fairly large bruise on my right temple, and I touch it gently. I wince a bit as a wave of pain and nausea sweep over me. Note to self: never touch a bruise again. There's a large scratch on my collarbone, and after turning a bit in the chair, I can see a large bruise on my back.
I'm definitely not in the best condition, but it could be worse. I could be dead.
"The bruises will fade in a few days."
Jumping a bit, I turn around to see Legolas standing in the doorway. He's holding a few dresses. Though this goes against everything I believe in, I won't complain. 'Just take the dresses and force a smile,' I think to myself. He hands them over, and I take them with my free hand. I force a small smile and nod. "Thank you." Legolas nods with a grin. "Lord Elrond will be here in a few hours to check up on you. If you need anything, feel free to ask."
How kind. Holding the dresses to me, I nod. "Okay." He stands there for a moment, staring at me. "Um, I kinda need to get changed now," I remind him. He blinks and blushes a bit. "Of course," he says, and leaves. I'm alone again. Holding up a dress I can't help but cringe. I'm going to drown in the yards of velvet and cotton! It's warm out, and I'll have heat delirium if I wear them. 'Suck it up. These people were nice enough to save your ass; the least you can do is wear a friggin' dress.'
"The Mary-Sue's don't have to wear dresses," I mutter. I drop the sheet and slip the lightest dress over my head. It has frills. Good God in heaven, I'm wearing a dress with frills. Tying the sash behind my back, I look at my reflection. I whimper and tug at the sleeves. I look like a sick porcelain doll. My mistake, a sick porcelain doll wearing a dress from HELL.
"This cannot be happening," I whimper. Sighing, I pick up a brush and try to tame my hair. After ten minutes, I slam the brush down on the vanity. "THIS SUCKS!" I shout, forgetting for a moment that I'm in a place full of elves. Eh, who cares if they heard me? Crossing my arms over my chest, I walk over to the bed, sit down, and proceed to sulk. Let's go over my current situation calmly and rationally.
-I went to look at my new house and was chased by a bear. -I fell off a cliff BECAUSE of that stupid bear. -I woke up with a migraine from hell and was found by Legolas Greenleaf. -I passed out. -I woke up in a room while being treated by Elrond. -I freaked out and eventually passed out. -I woke up again, NAKED. -Legolas saw me in a sheet and nothing more. -Legolas got me some gross dresses that are frilly. FRILLY! -My hair looks like crap and will never be tamed. -I'm now listing things in a very negative attitude. -And to top it all off, I'M BORED!
So that's my current situation. Tons of girls and some guys would jump at the chance to be in Middle Earth. I get the opportunity, and I end up bored. How the hell did this happen? Narrowing my eyes, I stand up. 'I will be forever grateful that Legolas saved me, but for the love of God I refuse to wear these dresses!' I take off the dress and throw it to the ground. I move to pick up the sheet, when I hear the door open.
'When I turn around, Legolas Greenleaf will not be standing at the door.'
Legolas Greenleaf is standing at the door, slack jawed.
I feel my face burn crimson and watch his eyes study me, mouth gaping. Oh God, this cannot be happening! Grabbing the sheet, I cover myself quickly. "GET OUT YOU PERVERT!" I scream. Legolas moves his mouth as though to say something, but no words come out. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" I shriek and shove him out of the room. I slam the door behind him and lock it. I am so embarrassed, I'm shaking.
I cannot believe Legolas Greenleaf saw my naked! I always dreamt of that moment, but he was usually naked too, and there would be some romantic music playing. Lifting a hand, I cover my eyes and sigh. This is turning out to be a nightmare, I swear. Someone knocks on the door, and I restrain a growl. "Go away you pervert!" I shout.
"It's lord Elrond."
Sighing, I unlock the door, and let him in. He steps inside, and closes the door behind him. "Pervert?" he says in confusion. I clutch the sheet tightly. "Your prince of Mirkwood walked in on me when I was naked and just gaped at me!" I yell. Elrond looks at me for a second and starts to chuckle. "It's not funny! He didn't even knock!" Elrond starts laughing, and leans against the vanity for support.
"Forgive me, lady Siren, but the situation is rather amusing."
I lift an eyebrow. "How would you feel if Legolas walked in on you while you were naked?" His laughing stops. Didn't I read a Legolas/Elrond slash somewhere? "You're right. I'm here to check up on you and see how you are healing." I sit down on the bed and shrug. "I'm being looked after by the best healer in Middle Earth. How should I be?" The elf lord smiles and tilts my head.
"The bruises are healing nicely," he mumbles. Tilting my head down, he brushing the hair away from the back of my neck and head. "The bleeding has stopped and the swelling has gone down. You should be able to leave the room in a few days." I grin. "Do I get a lollypop now?" I ask. Elrond stares at me blankly. "A what?" I shrug and hop off the bed. "Never mind. Just some strange humor. Thanks for the checkup." Elrond nods. "You are most welcome. Perhaps Legolas will stop by soon and apologize."
"I might accept his apology if he brings some clothes that don't include frilly dresses." The elf laughs and leaves. Well, that wasn't so bad. Sitting down in a chair in the corner of the room, I rest my chin on my hand. "All I ever wanted was to be at your service. But now I'm alone, 'cause you're here and you're gone. And all I ever wanted was to feel I had a purpose. But now that's all gone..." I sing softly. My eyes droop closed, and the world fades away.
2 Be Continued
Hey guys! Thank you for the reviews! I'll be posting the next chapter for this story and 'Back Again' soon. Bye!
-Siren