Don't own JRR Tolkein, don't own LOTR, don't own a lot of things, I don't
even own a car!!!!
Charlie with her pack in hand walked through the trees with tears blinding her vision. Changing to suit her surrounding gaining equilibrium with middle earth was not what she hoped to accomplish with her weekend.
She rummaged through her pack, dragging out her Gi she tied it on tightly and went through her kata's with a clear mind, to keep focused and calm was all she could accomplish right now.
"San soku:"
She said to herself, these words brought wisdom and resolution to her every time she thought about them.
"Be courteous to each other Study with a true mind Teach with kindness. School motto: Be master of yourself." Right Charlie, you have got to get a hold of yourself, your changing, ok, your in middle earth. deal with it; just don't suffer a nervous breakdown."
She spoke to herself. Charlie stared at the trees around her and sighed, how could one feel threatened in a place like this? It could only bring peace.
Charlie breathed in and out letting the earth energies flow in an out and through her inner ethereal being, this place was just so wonderful she somehow felt like a kid at Christmas.
"Be master of yourself."
She murmured again out loud, Charlie after what seemed hour's of meditation and training turned and looked up to see the Prince of Mirkwood giving her silent admiration.
"Would the prince care to join? Surely an elf such as yourself would easily beat me, a fighter with hardly any experience."
Legolas smiled and jumped down from the tree.
"Gladly would I spar with my men, but I would rather take an arrow in the heart than raise a hand against a lady such as yourself."
Charlie's face split from it calm contented state to a look of amusement and she laughed, he was so very formal.
"You are ever the gentlemen dear prince, surely since I have already raised a hand against you, true in error but none the less. Please would you spar with me?"
Again the prince declined.
"I can not; shall we walk back to the steps of Orthanc? The lady was happy to give you time to clear your mind but is eager to speak with you."
"Apparently her call for your company seems to have been forgotten in the wake of my appearance."
Charlie chuckled walking with him pulling her pack along with her; the prince seemed interested in her raiment.
"It's what we call a Gi. It is tradition of my style of fighting, I am not that good but in times of danger it suits my purposes."
Legolas nodded his brow knitted with curiosity.
"Surely in a fight you would have no way of defending yourself against a weapon."
"I study hand-to-hand combat, swords and daggers have fallen into disuse where I come from."
From the tone of her voice Legolas decided to let that go as that.
They arrived and with the lady so intent on seeing her Legolas took the pack off her taking it up into the room where she would stay.
"I know of what you will become."
The Lady said as she entered the untidy study litter upon piles and shelves full of books and loose leafs of parchment with spidery script upon them.
"Hello to you too."
Charlie said in a matter-of-fact voice sitting down close to where the Lady sat staring into the fire.
"You grow and your senses heighten, elvish is in your blood strange one, praise be to the magic that brought you here to give you a life as one of the first-born."
"I don't entirely understand, I'm changing, evolving into an elf?"
The crone chuckled and turned to face the young girl.
"Are you frightened?"
"Yes, I'm scared of pretty much everything at the moment harmful or not."
Charlie felt the urge to tell the absolute truth to this woman, in a term of phrase unlike her normal character.
"Good, fear enables people to learn swiftly, it is, at times, a wise thing to possess."
A silence fell upon the room and Charlie knew the woman was waiting for her curiosity to get the better of her, and of course it did.
"What will I do? I mean it's not like I can get a job here and I certainly won't get married to someone I don't know."
Charlie's matter-of-fact voice made the woman smile.
"I have sent a letter to the Lord Halfelven; he will come and discuss the matter with me along with the Lord of the Golden wood Celeborn. Whatever will happen you will be cared for."
"I don't want to be care for I want to go home or at least settle into a comfortable life that doesn't include embroidery or large cumbersome dresses."
The Lady stood up and placed her wrinkled hands on her young shoulders.
"I'm afraid as women we get a bad lot, we do not fight like the men do, we do not wear what they wear, you must accept this."
"I'll be damned if any man restricts what I do!"
The conversation continued throughout half the night until Charlie was too tired to continue the old woman had hidden vigor more than her.
"I will retire as it certain you won't."
Charlie grumbled and trudged up the stairs to where her belongings had been placed, as she sank into the luxurious bed, she smiled to herself, how different her new destiny would be to that of which originally wished.
Charlie with her pack in hand walked through the trees with tears blinding her vision. Changing to suit her surrounding gaining equilibrium with middle earth was not what she hoped to accomplish with her weekend.
She rummaged through her pack, dragging out her Gi she tied it on tightly and went through her kata's with a clear mind, to keep focused and calm was all she could accomplish right now.
"San soku:"
She said to herself, these words brought wisdom and resolution to her every time she thought about them.
"Be courteous to each other Study with a true mind Teach with kindness. School motto: Be master of yourself." Right Charlie, you have got to get a hold of yourself, your changing, ok, your in middle earth. deal with it; just don't suffer a nervous breakdown."
She spoke to herself. Charlie stared at the trees around her and sighed, how could one feel threatened in a place like this? It could only bring peace.
Charlie breathed in and out letting the earth energies flow in an out and through her inner ethereal being, this place was just so wonderful she somehow felt like a kid at Christmas.
"Be master of yourself."
She murmured again out loud, Charlie after what seemed hour's of meditation and training turned and looked up to see the Prince of Mirkwood giving her silent admiration.
"Would the prince care to join? Surely an elf such as yourself would easily beat me, a fighter with hardly any experience."
Legolas smiled and jumped down from the tree.
"Gladly would I spar with my men, but I would rather take an arrow in the heart than raise a hand against a lady such as yourself."
Charlie's face split from it calm contented state to a look of amusement and she laughed, he was so very formal.
"You are ever the gentlemen dear prince, surely since I have already raised a hand against you, true in error but none the less. Please would you spar with me?"
Again the prince declined.
"I can not; shall we walk back to the steps of Orthanc? The lady was happy to give you time to clear your mind but is eager to speak with you."
"Apparently her call for your company seems to have been forgotten in the wake of my appearance."
Charlie chuckled walking with him pulling her pack along with her; the prince seemed interested in her raiment.
"It's what we call a Gi. It is tradition of my style of fighting, I am not that good but in times of danger it suits my purposes."
Legolas nodded his brow knitted with curiosity.
"Surely in a fight you would have no way of defending yourself against a weapon."
"I study hand-to-hand combat, swords and daggers have fallen into disuse where I come from."
From the tone of her voice Legolas decided to let that go as that.
They arrived and with the lady so intent on seeing her Legolas took the pack off her taking it up into the room where she would stay.
"I know of what you will become."
The Lady said as she entered the untidy study litter upon piles and shelves full of books and loose leafs of parchment with spidery script upon them.
"Hello to you too."
Charlie said in a matter-of-fact voice sitting down close to where the Lady sat staring into the fire.
"You grow and your senses heighten, elvish is in your blood strange one, praise be to the magic that brought you here to give you a life as one of the first-born."
"I don't entirely understand, I'm changing, evolving into an elf?"
The crone chuckled and turned to face the young girl.
"Are you frightened?"
"Yes, I'm scared of pretty much everything at the moment harmful or not."
Charlie felt the urge to tell the absolute truth to this woman, in a term of phrase unlike her normal character.
"Good, fear enables people to learn swiftly, it is, at times, a wise thing to possess."
A silence fell upon the room and Charlie knew the woman was waiting for her curiosity to get the better of her, and of course it did.
"What will I do? I mean it's not like I can get a job here and I certainly won't get married to someone I don't know."
Charlie's matter-of-fact voice made the woman smile.
"I have sent a letter to the Lord Halfelven; he will come and discuss the matter with me along with the Lord of the Golden wood Celeborn. Whatever will happen you will be cared for."
"I don't want to be care for I want to go home or at least settle into a comfortable life that doesn't include embroidery or large cumbersome dresses."
The Lady stood up and placed her wrinkled hands on her young shoulders.
"I'm afraid as women we get a bad lot, we do not fight like the men do, we do not wear what they wear, you must accept this."
"I'll be damned if any man restricts what I do!"
The conversation continued throughout half the night until Charlie was too tired to continue the old woman had hidden vigor more than her.
"I will retire as it certain you won't."
Charlie grumbled and trudged up the stairs to where her belongings had been placed, as she sank into the luxurious bed, she smiled to herself, how different her new destiny would be to that of which originally wished.