Purple Sky
By Angelic Elf Disclaimer: I own Blythe, Thea, mum, dad, Shane and Yolanda. ************************************************************************ Chapter 2: The weird and the wonderful.
I woke early the next morning, the way I usually did. my hair literally standing on end, and my refusing to believe it was morning already. I was so not a morning person. I glanced at my alarm clock, 7:30 am it read. No, I take back my earlier statement. I loathe mornings. I rolled on my back and starred at the white ceiling, as dull and lifeless as it was. I finally, after many minutes, got up from my bed and stretched, saluting the sun. The day is young, and so am i.
I looked in my mirror and brushed my dark hair trying to tame it. Whence the beast was tamed, I fashioned it into a French braid down the centre of my head, waves falling delicately around my face. I got dressed into a pair of jeans that had been bleached to look like they were worn in certain places, then I put on a floral flowing long-sleaved peasant top. I shoved my feet into a pair of black boots and left the comfort and safety of my room.
Walking down the stairs to the kitchen, I noticed no one was home. 'Odd.' I thought to myself. I looked in the breadbox and pulled out two pieces of bread. Placing them in the toaster, I decided to have a better look around the house. I still found that no one was home, so I went back to my toast. I buttered it and mushed it together into a sandwich. Taking a large bite, I checked the time, 7:56am. Crap! My bus will be here in 4 minutes.
I scoffed down the rest of my toast, ran upstairs, grabbed my bag, brushed my teeth and ran for the front door. The bus had just pulled outside. I ran to meet it, jumped on and looked around for my friends. They had snagged the back row and made room for me.
"Hey man! What's doin?" Shane asked me as I sat next to him. He was a hard- core punk music fan. I love the stuff to but I don't dream of being a rock star and carry my guitar everywhere with me (I don't even have one for starters). I just didn't go to his extent, but he was really talented in music. He was also really HOT! He had the looks to rival Craig from Gob himself, and he is hot, the same coloured hair, but Shane had green eyes.
"Oh, yeah, nothing much. You?" I replied. I couldn't stop looking into those alluring eyes. Suddenly, the lamest pick up line came to my mind: 'Your eyes are as blue as the ocean.and baby.I'm lost at sea.' I let out a snort and everyone on the bus stared at me.
"Just thought of something funny." I said sheepishly. Our bus pulled up and everyone got off. I was a tomato, I could have sworn I was the same colour. Could I have been a bigger git? As everone walked into school, there was a hold up.
My best friend Yolanda stopped beside me and asked "What's goin on?"
"No idea, lets have a peak." I replied as I made my way through to the front of the crowd Yolanda close behind. The strangest thing stood before my eyes.
A man about 6 feet and a bit tall, clothed in black, medieval worn travelling clothes and a black cloak stood before all, asking for someone named Symbelmyne. I had never seen such a sight. The poor guy. He asked the people standing around if they knew of her whereabouts, but everyone just laughed at him. The frustration and pain grew on his weary face. I felt so sorry for him, so I walked up to him and offered to help.
"Hello, I'm Blythe Carlaw. Can I help you find who you are looking for?"
"Yes, and thank you milady. My name is Telcontar. I am looking for the daughter of Symbelmyne, and I was told she would be here." The tall, rugged, sexy beast of a man said, looking down at me. I don't know how, but if this guy was who I thought (and I'm sure he is, coz I've read LOTR a trillion times) why was he here? In Brisbane? He was prolly a phoney, but I had to help. And if he was a phoney, I'll kick him in the family prize.
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"Come on Telcontar, let's get you outa here, help please Yolly." I said to Yolanda and the stranger. We walked away from the crowd, who got over the incident and left for their first class. We walked to the back of the school grounds and sat on the embankment.
"So who is this chick your looking for?" Yolly asked Telcontar. A mixture of confusion and amusement played upon her tanned face.
"Simbelmyne, an elf who strayed from my home lands of Imladris, with her love who was human. He came over on a ship, saying he was from Brisbane, on a mission to discover something about the Bermuda Triangle. He was a scientist." Telcontar replied.
Yolly was really confused now. It all clicked in my head. He was from middle earth, or so at least he said. Yolanda had never taken much of an interest in LotR.
"So you are saying that you are from middle earth? And that you are Aragorn Elessar?" I said, curiously.
"Yes, indeed I am. But how did you know?" he asked.
I wanted to find out for sure who he was, so I implied my extensive knowledge to exploit him.
"And you say you are looking for Simbelmyne, a flower none the less?"
"No, she is not a flower, she is the cousin of Arwen the evenstar."
"So you are looking for a lady, or an elf I should say from Imladris, or in the common language, Rivendell? And, please enlighten my as to what you think the common language is called?"
"Westron of course, and yes, the lady Simbelmyne is from Rivendell." I interrupted him again.
"Than why, Telcontar, son of Arathorn, heir of Isildur, why would Lord Elrond, who also has many other names, send you to look for her?"
"Blythe, cut it out, leave the poor guy alone!" Yolly said, but I continued.
"No! He can't really be Aragorn. It's not plausible. Think about it. His story is far fetched. This is prolly a prank."
"Milady, I assure you, this is no prank. I must find Simbelmyne. Her daughters must return to Arda. That is their true home. They must return." Aragorn said to me. I looked into his brown eyes, and I, a human lie detector, could see he was not jesting. He was actually telling the truth.
"Prove it." Was all I said.
"Very well milady." He replied, standing up. He started speaking in elvish. True elvish. Proper pronunciation and everything. You could not learn such things here.
He said: "Amin Telcontar. Amin sac rá Simbelmyne. Së ná mina etelerro. Amin sac thelion." (I am Strider. I am looking for Simbelmyne. She is in exile. I am one who remains firm in his purpose.)
"Whoa! That was really realistic. I don't know bout you Blythe, but I think he is the real deal." Yolly said, astounded at what he said, even though she didn't understand a word he said. "Sounds like that elfy stuff I heard when we watched the fellowship of the ring that day."
"You are right Yoll. It was elvish, he said: I am Strider. I am looking for Simbelmyne. She is in exile. I am one who remains firm in his purpose." looking at Yolly's face she added. "I've been learning elvish."
Yolly's mouth curved into an o shape. Strider looked at me in amazement. Then he asked "How did you learn elvish? You do not have elves in your world."
"Through the internet. But most of it I guess I have heard around. I dunno. Like I have known it before or something." I replied. At the word internet, Aragorn pulled an extreme face of confusion, only a really good actor could pull that off.
Not long after that, we left Aragorn to hide around the grounds, near where we left him. At lunch we came to visit him and to give him food. After school, Yolanda and I had decided that it was best if Aragorn were to come to my place, as A/ My parents wouldn't be home til later. B/ he can hide out in the tree house in my back yard. (its well sheltered so the weather isn't a problem) C/ My dad is about the same hight as Aragorn, so clothes shouldn't be a problem too.
We walked the whole 9 blocks to my place, then Yolly another to her place. Yolanda helped me get things organised, like getting clothes out that my dad doesn't wear anymore and making the tree house comfortable. Later, we all sat around the kitchen table, drinking a hot chocolate (yuumoz!) then Yolly said she'd prolly have to skoot off before her parents got home. She left and Aragorn and I talked some more.
"So, are you and Arwen still dating?" I asked.
"Dating? Oh, I see, courting. Yes we married now actually."
"So your king now too?"
"Yes."
"Coolness. So, where do you think you'll find this Simbelmyne chick?"
"I do not think she is too far away. Gandalf told me I would know her when I saw her."
"Well, tomorrows the weekend, I can help you look for her then. If you'd like me to of course."
"I would be honoured."
A pair of keys turned in the front door. Mum and Dad were home! The door burst open and my parents greeted me, then my mum stopped dead when she saw Aragorn.
"I'm not going back! You can't make me!" My mum shouted.
Aragorn's head switched on and he walked over to my mum.
"Simbelmyne, ná Lle?" He asked her. (Symbelmyne, is it you)
"En rant." She replied (of course).
"I have not come for you." Aragorn said. "I know you love it here. I know you love your other and will not depart from his side. It is your daughters that must leave these shores and return to their true home."
My mouth dropped open. My mum was the chick he was looking for! I had to leave my home!
"I do not wish them to leave, but if it is my parents wishes, than it is obviously for the best." She replied.
"What's going on here!" I yelled. "Where am I going?"
"Hush my child!" my mother said.
"you are the daughter of Simbelmyne, the elf in exile I spoke to you about earlier." Aragorn said.
Another set of keys wriggled in the front door. It was Thea. "I'm home, mum, dad, Bly." She walked into the kitchen and stared at the faces in the room. 3 she knew, another she thought familiar. "I'm Thea, I don't believe we have met." She said, extending her hand gracefully.
Aragorn looked at the hand and extended his is the same fashion. They shook hands and Aragorn recoiled his.
"Um, I hate to sound like a prude, but what is going on? What's with the faces? Your not in trouble again at school are you Bly?"
"No, I'm not, but I think mum and dad have some explaining to do." I said.
"why? What's going on?" Thea asked.
"Sit down Thea darling." Once all were seated, mum started telling us the whole story. "About 25 years ago, I was visiting my niece Arwen and her brothers, you may know the from LotR. But I can assure you that it is real. Anyway, continuing with the story, Your father had travelled by ship through the Bermuda triangle, as a part of his studies in his department at work. The experiment was to discover whether the Bermuda triangle was a hoax or not. His ship and crew were sucked through and were ship wrecked near the mouth of the Anduin. The followed it up, for weeks, and found themselves later in the woods near Imladris, or Rivendell. A group of Elves camping near the boarders found them. They took them captive and took them to Elrond. I was talking with Elrond at the time.
"Drew, your father, was presented to Elrond to explain what they were doing there. Apparently, it was not the first time it had happened. That was how so many Mary-Sues as you call them Blythe are found in middle earth. Your father stayed in Rivendell for a few years, we fell in love and got married in secret. I know my parents would never allow it. So, eventually, your father and his crew developed a way to get them home. Naturally, I refused to leave your fathers side, so I went with him."
"So let me guess," I butted in, "you guys then came to live here, getting passports, birth certificates etc for you mum, got married here, had Thea, then 3 years later had me, led us to believe we were normal, and lived happily ever after. Well. that is until Aragorn came along, and told you that Thea and I had to go back to middle earth."
"Well, something along those lines." Dad said. He looked guilty for some reason, so did mum. I didn't blame them, but I wasn't sure if I could believe them. ************************************************************************ Plz review and tell me what needs to be changed, how you liked it or just to say hi. If no one replies, then I don't think it will be worth carrying on my stories. Nobody replies to them, so prove me wrong peeps.
By Angelic Elf Disclaimer: I own Blythe, Thea, mum, dad, Shane and Yolanda. ************************************************************************ Chapter 2: The weird and the wonderful.
I woke early the next morning, the way I usually did. my hair literally standing on end, and my refusing to believe it was morning already. I was so not a morning person. I glanced at my alarm clock, 7:30 am it read. No, I take back my earlier statement. I loathe mornings. I rolled on my back and starred at the white ceiling, as dull and lifeless as it was. I finally, after many minutes, got up from my bed and stretched, saluting the sun. The day is young, and so am i.
I looked in my mirror and brushed my dark hair trying to tame it. Whence the beast was tamed, I fashioned it into a French braid down the centre of my head, waves falling delicately around my face. I got dressed into a pair of jeans that had been bleached to look like they were worn in certain places, then I put on a floral flowing long-sleaved peasant top. I shoved my feet into a pair of black boots and left the comfort and safety of my room.
Walking down the stairs to the kitchen, I noticed no one was home. 'Odd.' I thought to myself. I looked in the breadbox and pulled out two pieces of bread. Placing them in the toaster, I decided to have a better look around the house. I still found that no one was home, so I went back to my toast. I buttered it and mushed it together into a sandwich. Taking a large bite, I checked the time, 7:56am. Crap! My bus will be here in 4 minutes.
I scoffed down the rest of my toast, ran upstairs, grabbed my bag, brushed my teeth and ran for the front door. The bus had just pulled outside. I ran to meet it, jumped on and looked around for my friends. They had snagged the back row and made room for me.
"Hey man! What's doin?" Shane asked me as I sat next to him. He was a hard- core punk music fan. I love the stuff to but I don't dream of being a rock star and carry my guitar everywhere with me (I don't even have one for starters). I just didn't go to his extent, but he was really talented in music. He was also really HOT! He had the looks to rival Craig from Gob himself, and he is hot, the same coloured hair, but Shane had green eyes.
"Oh, yeah, nothing much. You?" I replied. I couldn't stop looking into those alluring eyes. Suddenly, the lamest pick up line came to my mind: 'Your eyes are as blue as the ocean.and baby.I'm lost at sea.' I let out a snort and everyone on the bus stared at me.
"Just thought of something funny." I said sheepishly. Our bus pulled up and everyone got off. I was a tomato, I could have sworn I was the same colour. Could I have been a bigger git? As everone walked into school, there was a hold up.
My best friend Yolanda stopped beside me and asked "What's goin on?"
"No idea, lets have a peak." I replied as I made my way through to the front of the crowd Yolanda close behind. The strangest thing stood before my eyes.
A man about 6 feet and a bit tall, clothed in black, medieval worn travelling clothes and a black cloak stood before all, asking for someone named Symbelmyne. I had never seen such a sight. The poor guy. He asked the people standing around if they knew of her whereabouts, but everyone just laughed at him. The frustration and pain grew on his weary face. I felt so sorry for him, so I walked up to him and offered to help.
"Hello, I'm Blythe Carlaw. Can I help you find who you are looking for?"
"Yes, and thank you milady. My name is Telcontar. I am looking for the daughter of Symbelmyne, and I was told she would be here." The tall, rugged, sexy beast of a man said, looking down at me. I don't know how, but if this guy was who I thought (and I'm sure he is, coz I've read LOTR a trillion times) why was he here? In Brisbane? He was prolly a phoney, but I had to help. And if he was a phoney, I'll kick him in the family prize.
~*~
"Come on Telcontar, let's get you outa here, help please Yolly." I said to Yolanda and the stranger. We walked away from the crowd, who got over the incident and left for their first class. We walked to the back of the school grounds and sat on the embankment.
"So who is this chick your looking for?" Yolly asked Telcontar. A mixture of confusion and amusement played upon her tanned face.
"Simbelmyne, an elf who strayed from my home lands of Imladris, with her love who was human. He came over on a ship, saying he was from Brisbane, on a mission to discover something about the Bermuda Triangle. He was a scientist." Telcontar replied.
Yolly was really confused now. It all clicked in my head. He was from middle earth, or so at least he said. Yolanda had never taken much of an interest in LotR.
"So you are saying that you are from middle earth? And that you are Aragorn Elessar?" I said, curiously.
"Yes, indeed I am. But how did you know?" he asked.
I wanted to find out for sure who he was, so I implied my extensive knowledge to exploit him.
"And you say you are looking for Simbelmyne, a flower none the less?"
"No, she is not a flower, she is the cousin of Arwen the evenstar."
"So you are looking for a lady, or an elf I should say from Imladris, or in the common language, Rivendell? And, please enlighten my as to what you think the common language is called?"
"Westron of course, and yes, the lady Simbelmyne is from Rivendell." I interrupted him again.
"Than why, Telcontar, son of Arathorn, heir of Isildur, why would Lord Elrond, who also has many other names, send you to look for her?"
"Blythe, cut it out, leave the poor guy alone!" Yolly said, but I continued.
"No! He can't really be Aragorn. It's not plausible. Think about it. His story is far fetched. This is prolly a prank."
"Milady, I assure you, this is no prank. I must find Simbelmyne. Her daughters must return to Arda. That is their true home. They must return." Aragorn said to me. I looked into his brown eyes, and I, a human lie detector, could see he was not jesting. He was actually telling the truth.
"Prove it." Was all I said.
"Very well milady." He replied, standing up. He started speaking in elvish. True elvish. Proper pronunciation and everything. You could not learn such things here.
He said: "Amin Telcontar. Amin sac rá Simbelmyne. Së ná mina etelerro. Amin sac thelion." (I am Strider. I am looking for Simbelmyne. She is in exile. I am one who remains firm in his purpose.)
"Whoa! That was really realistic. I don't know bout you Blythe, but I think he is the real deal." Yolly said, astounded at what he said, even though she didn't understand a word he said. "Sounds like that elfy stuff I heard when we watched the fellowship of the ring that day."
"You are right Yoll. It was elvish, he said: I am Strider. I am looking for Simbelmyne. She is in exile. I am one who remains firm in his purpose." looking at Yolly's face she added. "I've been learning elvish."
Yolly's mouth curved into an o shape. Strider looked at me in amazement. Then he asked "How did you learn elvish? You do not have elves in your world."
"Through the internet. But most of it I guess I have heard around. I dunno. Like I have known it before or something." I replied. At the word internet, Aragorn pulled an extreme face of confusion, only a really good actor could pull that off.
Not long after that, we left Aragorn to hide around the grounds, near where we left him. At lunch we came to visit him and to give him food. After school, Yolanda and I had decided that it was best if Aragorn were to come to my place, as A/ My parents wouldn't be home til later. B/ he can hide out in the tree house in my back yard. (its well sheltered so the weather isn't a problem) C/ My dad is about the same hight as Aragorn, so clothes shouldn't be a problem too.
We walked the whole 9 blocks to my place, then Yolly another to her place. Yolanda helped me get things organised, like getting clothes out that my dad doesn't wear anymore and making the tree house comfortable. Later, we all sat around the kitchen table, drinking a hot chocolate (yuumoz!) then Yolly said she'd prolly have to skoot off before her parents got home. She left and Aragorn and I talked some more.
"So, are you and Arwen still dating?" I asked.
"Dating? Oh, I see, courting. Yes we married now actually."
"So your king now too?"
"Yes."
"Coolness. So, where do you think you'll find this Simbelmyne chick?"
"I do not think she is too far away. Gandalf told me I would know her when I saw her."
"Well, tomorrows the weekend, I can help you look for her then. If you'd like me to of course."
"I would be honoured."
A pair of keys turned in the front door. Mum and Dad were home! The door burst open and my parents greeted me, then my mum stopped dead when she saw Aragorn.
"I'm not going back! You can't make me!" My mum shouted.
Aragorn's head switched on and he walked over to my mum.
"Simbelmyne, ná Lle?" He asked her. (Symbelmyne, is it you)
"En rant." She replied (of course).
"I have not come for you." Aragorn said. "I know you love it here. I know you love your other and will not depart from his side. It is your daughters that must leave these shores and return to their true home."
My mouth dropped open. My mum was the chick he was looking for! I had to leave my home!
"I do not wish them to leave, but if it is my parents wishes, than it is obviously for the best." She replied.
"What's going on here!" I yelled. "Where am I going?"
"Hush my child!" my mother said.
"you are the daughter of Simbelmyne, the elf in exile I spoke to you about earlier." Aragorn said.
Another set of keys wriggled in the front door. It was Thea. "I'm home, mum, dad, Bly." She walked into the kitchen and stared at the faces in the room. 3 she knew, another she thought familiar. "I'm Thea, I don't believe we have met." She said, extending her hand gracefully.
Aragorn looked at the hand and extended his is the same fashion. They shook hands and Aragorn recoiled his.
"Um, I hate to sound like a prude, but what is going on? What's with the faces? Your not in trouble again at school are you Bly?"
"No, I'm not, but I think mum and dad have some explaining to do." I said.
"why? What's going on?" Thea asked.
"Sit down Thea darling." Once all were seated, mum started telling us the whole story. "About 25 years ago, I was visiting my niece Arwen and her brothers, you may know the from LotR. But I can assure you that it is real. Anyway, continuing with the story, Your father had travelled by ship through the Bermuda triangle, as a part of his studies in his department at work. The experiment was to discover whether the Bermuda triangle was a hoax or not. His ship and crew were sucked through and were ship wrecked near the mouth of the Anduin. The followed it up, for weeks, and found themselves later in the woods near Imladris, or Rivendell. A group of Elves camping near the boarders found them. They took them captive and took them to Elrond. I was talking with Elrond at the time.
"Drew, your father, was presented to Elrond to explain what they were doing there. Apparently, it was not the first time it had happened. That was how so many Mary-Sues as you call them Blythe are found in middle earth. Your father stayed in Rivendell for a few years, we fell in love and got married in secret. I know my parents would never allow it. So, eventually, your father and his crew developed a way to get them home. Naturally, I refused to leave your fathers side, so I went with him."
"So let me guess," I butted in, "you guys then came to live here, getting passports, birth certificates etc for you mum, got married here, had Thea, then 3 years later had me, led us to believe we were normal, and lived happily ever after. Well. that is until Aragorn came along, and told you that Thea and I had to go back to middle earth."
"Well, something along those lines." Dad said. He looked guilty for some reason, so did mum. I didn't blame them, but I wasn't sure if I could believe them. ************************************************************************ Plz review and tell me what needs to be changed, how you liked it or just to say hi. If no one replies, then I don't think it will be worth carrying on my stories. Nobody replies to them, so prove me wrong peeps.