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Charlie woke up feeling better, she found the elves were still resting and decided that she would change in the trees where she'd found herself last night; she gathered that in this place she would have to be a bit more selective in her clothing. Pulling on her black jeans and her only other top, a wide neck shirt with no sleeves, she sighed and looked at herself, so much for covering up. She tied her jumper around her waist and walking out with a few bands and a comb began to brush her dark hair sitting on the grass as she watched the others go about their business.
Legolas walked out of his tent to see her seated, she seemed calm, "How are you feeling today traveler?"
He questioned lightly, she seemed overly temperamental, and she turned and smiled her deep blue eyes shining. "Much better thank you. I am so sorry with how I acted, I forgot myself." Charlie smiled feeling embarrassed with her behavior last night. "It is alright, you were distraught, I understand." He shrugged, she was different from other women, the lower born women were shy and apathetic, that she was not. The high born ladies were vapid and detached, that she was not. The middle class ladies were over-excitable and power-hungry, that she was not. She had the heart of a wildly inspired poet, the skills of a great warrior and the beauty of a dream. This traveler did not fit into any class, she sat alone in a class of her own, and that's where she belonged, unique in mind, body and spirit she was something to behold. "Am I boring you?" She asked her blue eyes hiccupping with amusement. "Not at all traveler," Legolas replied embarrassed as his thoughts got away from her. "Charlie, I mean Charlotte." She smiled, a name to a face, and glad to hear it the Mirkwood prince smiled. "I am pleased to meet your acquaintance." "Me too." Charlie added smiling at him; she tied her hair back into a plait and stood up. "Do we travel?" She asked excited. "Yes we travel, on to Isengard to see the Lady of the Istari. Do you ride?"
Legolas questioned, Charlie shook her head vigorously. "I don't think so. Riding a horse is not exactly one of the top things on my 'To Do' list." He chuckled and grabbed her pack tying it to his horse. "You can ride with me." She stared at him, "On your horse?" "Yes, on my horse." Charlie closed her eyes, please, please if this is a dream or a coma at least, it'll get better than this, a horse? What is wrong with my imagination? "Ok, let's go." Her tone showed the prince and the other elves that she was not exactly thrilled with the idea of horseback. They packed up and rode on through the wilderness to the Istari, Charlie didn't mind riding with Legolas, and it certainly beat being grounded by her parents. They rode along the paths and to Isenguard. It was more beautiful than Charlie imagined or saw on the movie. It somehow looked different, as if it had been added to so people could live there, but then again what did she know of Middle Earth?
A wise looking lady walked down the steps to meet them dressed in a robe of deep regal green she look as old as time and as wise as the merlins she'd read about in history class. "Welcome, the winds of time blowed as I sent for you and I see what a wonder they have bestowed upon you. A woman, of such wisdom and talents equal to no one but yourself Prince of Mirkwood" Charlie, sitting behind the prince was shocked to a point she couldn't think. "What riddles do you speak now Lady of the Istari?" Legolas said dismounting as did the other elves, all but Charlie remained on the horse. "No riddles, master elf. Truth and what is to come is what I speak of." Charlie shook of the bizarre feeling she had and hopped off the horse and curtsied to her, though it did look a bit out of place with her jeans and jumper. "Greetings one called Charlotte, I have been waiting for you." She walked up to the wise woman and fell on her knees. "What is this future you see?" The crone pulled her to her feet and walked closer to the tower, "Come follow, all of you. There is much to be said." The elves waited at the steps of Orthanc as the crone took council with Charlie only meters from them. "You are a curious creature indeed."
She said circling her like a vulture would its prey. "You are not of this world, and powerful magic has brought you here, to belong." Charlie was confused magic she did and always had believed in but why send her to a fantasy world? "What do you mean belong?"
"You yearn to be part of something more than what you former life could give you, my sweet. The sorcerer who brought you here is taking great pains to make sure you will be all that you can be. The changes have already started can you not feel it?"
She rubbed her face not letting her self speak what she thought was merely a way outdated growth spurt is what? Magic! "Why me? Sure I was a little unhappy with my life at the moment, physics was kicking my ass but I would have coped." The crone opened her mouth. "No don't answer that." Charlie growled, she scratched her head trying to figure out a logical explanation as illogical as she was her friends often told her that she analyzed things too much now at the time of her life when she needed that ability the most her mind failed her. "I'm going to meditate see if that will figure anything out and please don't let anyone come after me, I need space for a while." The elderly woman who called herself the Lady of the Istari nodded and watched her walk away being surrounded by the oaks. "Shamanism is a gift, one that she possesses, deep down." She mused to herself. "Ah," She realized that the bemused prince still stood unnoticed in the background. "Prince Legolas, warrior of Mirkwood, how does your soul fare?" She gestured for him to follower her and without a moment of questioning he obediently complied. "My soul of its aged years fares well by my heart heavies when around the outsider, she is a strange woman. There is something not right about her, she is transforming into something different from what she is, I can feel it."
She looked at the eternal prince; his eyes were as soft and focused as always yet altered by the thoughts of another. "We must leave her for now, we shall get your men settled and you will tell me of your travels." The woman smiled, like the elderly human he had encountered giving with their love so freely and content with the young and young at heart the Lady of the Istari however not as elderly still possessed a spirit so like then her smile was infectious she reminded him of Gandalf when in a content mood.
Charlie woke up feeling better, she found the elves were still resting and decided that she would change in the trees where she'd found herself last night; she gathered that in this place she would have to be a bit more selective in her clothing. Pulling on her black jeans and her only other top, a wide neck shirt with no sleeves, she sighed and looked at herself, so much for covering up. She tied her jumper around her waist and walking out with a few bands and a comb began to brush her dark hair sitting on the grass as she watched the others go about their business.
Legolas walked out of his tent to see her seated, she seemed calm, "How are you feeling today traveler?"
He questioned lightly, she seemed overly temperamental, and she turned and smiled her deep blue eyes shining. "Much better thank you. I am so sorry with how I acted, I forgot myself." Charlie smiled feeling embarrassed with her behavior last night. "It is alright, you were distraught, I understand." He shrugged, she was different from other women, the lower born women were shy and apathetic, that she was not. The high born ladies were vapid and detached, that she was not. The middle class ladies were over-excitable and power-hungry, that she was not. She had the heart of a wildly inspired poet, the skills of a great warrior and the beauty of a dream. This traveler did not fit into any class, she sat alone in a class of her own, and that's where she belonged, unique in mind, body and spirit she was something to behold. "Am I boring you?" She asked her blue eyes hiccupping with amusement. "Not at all traveler," Legolas replied embarrassed as his thoughts got away from her. "Charlie, I mean Charlotte." She smiled, a name to a face, and glad to hear it the Mirkwood prince smiled. "I am pleased to meet your acquaintance." "Me too." Charlie added smiling at him; she tied her hair back into a plait and stood up. "Do we travel?" She asked excited. "Yes we travel, on to Isengard to see the Lady of the Istari. Do you ride?"
Legolas questioned, Charlie shook her head vigorously. "I don't think so. Riding a horse is not exactly one of the top things on my 'To Do' list." He chuckled and grabbed her pack tying it to his horse. "You can ride with me." She stared at him, "On your horse?" "Yes, on my horse." Charlie closed her eyes, please, please if this is a dream or a coma at least, it'll get better than this, a horse? What is wrong with my imagination? "Ok, let's go." Her tone showed the prince and the other elves that she was not exactly thrilled with the idea of horseback. They packed up and rode on through the wilderness to the Istari, Charlie didn't mind riding with Legolas, and it certainly beat being grounded by her parents. They rode along the paths and to Isenguard. It was more beautiful than Charlie imagined or saw on the movie. It somehow looked different, as if it had been added to so people could live there, but then again what did she know of Middle Earth?
A wise looking lady walked down the steps to meet them dressed in a robe of deep regal green she look as old as time and as wise as the merlins she'd read about in history class. "Welcome, the winds of time blowed as I sent for you and I see what a wonder they have bestowed upon you. A woman, of such wisdom and talents equal to no one but yourself Prince of Mirkwood" Charlie, sitting behind the prince was shocked to a point she couldn't think. "What riddles do you speak now Lady of the Istari?" Legolas said dismounting as did the other elves, all but Charlie remained on the horse. "No riddles, master elf. Truth and what is to come is what I speak of." Charlie shook of the bizarre feeling she had and hopped off the horse and curtsied to her, though it did look a bit out of place with her jeans and jumper. "Greetings one called Charlotte, I have been waiting for you." She walked up to the wise woman and fell on her knees. "What is this future you see?" The crone pulled her to her feet and walked closer to the tower, "Come follow, all of you. There is much to be said." The elves waited at the steps of Orthanc as the crone took council with Charlie only meters from them. "You are a curious creature indeed."
She said circling her like a vulture would its prey. "You are not of this world, and powerful magic has brought you here, to belong." Charlie was confused magic she did and always had believed in but why send her to a fantasy world? "What do you mean belong?"
"You yearn to be part of something more than what you former life could give you, my sweet. The sorcerer who brought you here is taking great pains to make sure you will be all that you can be. The changes have already started can you not feel it?"
She rubbed her face not letting her self speak what she thought was merely a way outdated growth spurt is what? Magic! "Why me? Sure I was a little unhappy with my life at the moment, physics was kicking my ass but I would have coped." The crone opened her mouth. "No don't answer that." Charlie growled, she scratched her head trying to figure out a logical explanation as illogical as she was her friends often told her that she analyzed things too much now at the time of her life when she needed that ability the most her mind failed her. "I'm going to meditate see if that will figure anything out and please don't let anyone come after me, I need space for a while." The elderly woman who called herself the Lady of the Istari nodded and watched her walk away being surrounded by the oaks. "Shamanism is a gift, one that she possesses, deep down." She mused to herself. "Ah," She realized that the bemused prince still stood unnoticed in the background. "Prince Legolas, warrior of Mirkwood, how does your soul fare?" She gestured for him to follower her and without a moment of questioning he obediently complied. "My soul of its aged years fares well by my heart heavies when around the outsider, she is a strange woman. There is something not right about her, she is transforming into something different from what she is, I can feel it."
She looked at the eternal prince; his eyes were as soft and focused as always yet altered by the thoughts of another. "We must leave her for now, we shall get your men settled and you will tell me of your travels." The woman smiled, like the elderly human he had encountered giving with their love so freely and content with the young and young at heart the Lady of the Istari however not as elderly still possessed a spirit so like then her smile was infectious she reminded him of Gandalf when in a content mood.