disclaimer: Lord of the rings does not belong to me.
Let me take her place
Chapter 2
Chelsea's POV____________________________________________________
"Chelsea, how old are you?" Legolas asked. We had begun riding once first light had come. I could hardly open my eyes even though I would usually count myself as a morning person. I had been up all night, thinking about how awful it is to be stuck in the middle of nowhere. I mean really, this is nowhere! I also wondered about my family. About Dad, Mum and of course, dear Matthew. I was worried about him, what if he was here too? I could sense things about my brother. I could tell when he was nearby or if he was hurt. Some say its a twin thing and I suppose it might be, as ridiculous as it sounds.
I leaned my head against his back and yawned, "Fourteen." I had been tilting back and forth while riding on the horse, I was quite afraid that I might just fall off if I had actually fallen asleep. I know it seems odd to be leaning on someone I hardly knew but for safety purposes, I hope he did not mind. But by the looks of it, I suppose he did not. He stopped his perpetual need for asking me questions and shifted his back to make it more comfortable for me. The last thing I heard before I drifted off into my sleep was his humming, a soft lullaby.
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Evening had already come by the time I opened my eyes once again. What I was staring at when I finally came round was beyond words. The first thing I saw was a ceiling lined with architecture carved out of wood, beautifully varnished and the patterns on it were so detailed. There were no walls, only pillars which were painted white and pale blue curtains, flowing in the night breeze.
Everything was in its place, if you were to put something somewhere else, it would probably stick out like an elephant in a cherry bush. I had not even realised that I was lying in a bed when I had woken up. Enough staring, I finally slapped myself from the enchanting surroundings. Pushing myself from off my bed, I discovered that I was out of my jeans and t-shirt, instead, I had on some kind of night gown. It was white with gold strings running down the bodice and it hugged me around the waist. But it was extremely comfortable to wear.
"Good evening, Chelsea." a voice came from behind me, giving me a great big shock.
"Good grief! Its you Legolas. You could have given me a heartattack there." I snorted and then grinned. He stared at me like he had never met a girl before. Actually, I would not be suprised if he had not. He shook his head as if to clear away whatever image he was seeing.
"I apologize. But I... forgot to ask you about something."
I sighed. Here we go again, as if he the whole of last night and this morning was not enough. Questions, questions, questions. "Ask away..." I mumbled under my breath, in a bored tone.
"This," he said. Its seems like I had just finally miserably in showing any hints of irritation in my voice as he pulled out my cell phone from his pocket. I stared at it for a while and decided if I should explain it to him before more questions erupt from that insquisitive mind. "Is this, a weapon?" Now that, was funny.
"Yes, I suppose you could use it as a weapon." I laughed, remembering how many times I have thrown it at Matthew for saying something really stupid. I gave it a toss and at this, Legolas backed off a little.
"I was only joking, Leggie. You don't have to be such a bitty."
"What did you just call me?"
"Leggie. Peggie. Veggie. What's the difference these days? You add a GY here and a P there, take away the L. You get something that sounds like your name but isn't but people are gonna keep calling you that! You know why?" I took and deep breath and the confused Legolas asked, "Why?"
I laughed again. I had been so long since I laughed like that. "Oh Leggie, Honey. That was a rhetorical question! But I'll tell you anyways. Because they don't care about what your name is! But the important thing is, you know your own name." As soon as I finished that last piece of crap I had just babbled, I collapsed backwards onto the bed and laughed even harder. It was like I had gone crazy. Legolas grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up but my laughter became hysterical and I fell back again, pulling him along with me.
He was lying down beside me now, laughing. Laughter is contagious and he caught it. I turned my head to face his.
"Legolas?" I called for him to face me.
"Yes?"
"Did you drug me with some kind of laughter potion when I was asleep?" I asked, I had come into such an obscure place with no reason for being here at all, asking that did not seem so ridiculous as it should have been yesterday.
"Don't be absurd. There's no such thing."
"Then why am I laughing when I should be scared?" I asked again. It seemed to be my turn to be annoying with questions.
"I don't know. But you shouldn't stop."
"Why?"
"Because if you do, then I will too and I don't want to."
"Legolas. You won't be able to breathe if you keep laughing."
Legolas laughed again and just as he did that, I took out my phone and turned it on to camera mode. I clicked on it and captured his laughing state.
"What did you do?" He asked, reaching for the phone. He sat up as he ran his fingers lightly over the buttons in fascination. I sat up as well and reached for it. I showed him his picture and he seemed to pale slightly. "This shows the past?"
I shook my head. "Not exactly. You can capture anything you want. Like I wanted to capture you laughing, so all I had to do is click on this button." Legolas nodded as I showed him how to use it and he seemed to be able to grasp the concept easily. "Do you want to try it?"
"No. I don't have anything I would like to remember right now." He said, getting up from the bed and straightening out his clothes. His face turned serious as if we had not just laughed like two hooligans. Is he trying to hide something? It was such an abrupt change in expression. "Lady Chelsea, I am to invite you for dinner."
"Dinner sounds like a good idea, Legolas." A voice came from the entrance of the room. It was another guy with long dark hair and well, wearing that Chinese collar thing. He looked a lot older than Legolas and I. But the thing is, I could not make a judgement like that since I had no idea how old Legolas was. He could be ninety for all I know.
The man continued, "We expected you to have been down there twenty minutes ago." He then turned to me. "My apologises, my lady. I am Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. Legolas volunteered to escort you to the dining hall but took such a long time to show up, we were wondering what happened to him."
"Well, I don't have anything to wear." I said, looking down at the night gown I was wearing. Surely they, whoever they were, would find this a little, inappropriate.
Legolas took off the cloak he was wearing, this time, it was a red one. He tied it around my neck and said, "There." As we walked down to the dining hall, I whispered. "Leggie, aren't you cold? Surely you don't use this cloak for camouflage too." At this, Legolas smiled again. "Yes, I am cold. But I can't waste anymore time looking for a dress for you. This will have to do for now." Before we entered the dining hall, Elrond pulled Legolas aside. "A word, Legolas." I could not hear what he was saying, but he seemed quite angry. I hope it was not because we were late.
Legolas' POV______________________________________________
I did not know who this girl was, and yet I had done everything I had refrained from doing for the past hundred years around her. What had brought out my true nature, I did not know, but the feeling I had then was unexplainable and also, in a way, wonderful. I had never laughed so freely and naturally around anyone like that for such a long time. Could it be her youth that sparked such merriment?
But it was all over when Lord Elrond came, I had not even noticed his presence approaching even though I should have. I had even forgotten the time, forgetting that I was hungry. Lord Elrond had told me not to see her anymore. He warned me about what would happen to me if I had fallen in love with her. I would be just like Arwen, her love for Aragorn made her as dead as a mortal. But she never seemed to be worried about death. She only cared about love. I wish I could be more like her but I am such a coward.
"Legolas, what is on your mind? You haven't touched your food." I turned to find Arwen, seated beside me. I had not even notice her there. I gave her a slight smile. "You were on my mind." I told her. Arwen laughed. She had always been a good friend of mine. We wrote often but stopped as we grew older. "Don't let Aragorn hear that. He'll slaughter you." She joked. She took me by my arm and brought me outside. Nobody seemed to notice our leave except Aragorn because they were so absorbed by Chelsea, asking her questions. Arwen gave Aragorn a look, telling him to stay put.
As soon as we were outside, she went straight into what she had longed to ask. "Why did you stop writing? What happened, Legolas?"
"I didn't stop. I must have started about a few hundred letters but I did not know what to tell you anymore. I was afraid you might think differently about me because you had started to change. You started to tell me about this elf and that elf and how wonderful he was and I was afraid that you had grown up before I did. And that you weren't interested in autumn leaves and dew drops anymore. I was so scared you wouldn't like me anymore because you grew up, Arwen. And you left me behind."
Arwen looked at me and then she laughed. "Legolas. I would never leave you behind. But it seems you've found someone you're fond of..."
"Where did you hear of such a thing?" I asked. How could she know I was fond of anyone before I even knew who I was fond of? Arwen grinned. "My dear Legolas, you're a prince. A very charming one, young and handsome. Are you surprised that the maidens gossip about you? Even while at Lothlorien I have heard so much about you. And now, you lend a girl your favourite cloak and even let her sleep in your room."
"I... how did you know?" I stammered. I could not believe she heard about it so quickly. Its just absurd!
"I heard one of the maids telling another that you had this strange girl asleep in your arms when you arrived in Rivendell and you told the maid to clean her up and let her rest in your bed."
"That doesn't mean I'm fond of her." I lied. I did like her but I was not going to do anything about it. She is far too young anyway.
"Whatever you say, Legolas." Arwen said. She tossed her hair in my face and smirked. "Whatever you say."
Why does she always do that to me?
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Plasmolysed Cell membrane: I have nothing to add on to this chapter. I just hope all of you like it and plese tell me what you think.
Let me take her place
Chapter 2
Chelsea's POV____________________________________________________
"Chelsea, how old are you?" Legolas asked. We had begun riding once first light had come. I could hardly open my eyes even though I would usually count myself as a morning person. I had been up all night, thinking about how awful it is to be stuck in the middle of nowhere. I mean really, this is nowhere! I also wondered about my family. About Dad, Mum and of course, dear Matthew. I was worried about him, what if he was here too? I could sense things about my brother. I could tell when he was nearby or if he was hurt. Some say its a twin thing and I suppose it might be, as ridiculous as it sounds.
I leaned my head against his back and yawned, "Fourteen." I had been tilting back and forth while riding on the horse, I was quite afraid that I might just fall off if I had actually fallen asleep. I know it seems odd to be leaning on someone I hardly knew but for safety purposes, I hope he did not mind. But by the looks of it, I suppose he did not. He stopped his perpetual need for asking me questions and shifted his back to make it more comfortable for me. The last thing I heard before I drifted off into my sleep was his humming, a soft lullaby.
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Evening had already come by the time I opened my eyes once again. What I was staring at when I finally came round was beyond words. The first thing I saw was a ceiling lined with architecture carved out of wood, beautifully varnished and the patterns on it were so detailed. There were no walls, only pillars which were painted white and pale blue curtains, flowing in the night breeze.
Everything was in its place, if you were to put something somewhere else, it would probably stick out like an elephant in a cherry bush. I had not even realised that I was lying in a bed when I had woken up. Enough staring, I finally slapped myself from the enchanting surroundings. Pushing myself from off my bed, I discovered that I was out of my jeans and t-shirt, instead, I had on some kind of night gown. It was white with gold strings running down the bodice and it hugged me around the waist. But it was extremely comfortable to wear.
"Good evening, Chelsea." a voice came from behind me, giving me a great big shock.
"Good grief! Its you Legolas. You could have given me a heartattack there." I snorted and then grinned. He stared at me like he had never met a girl before. Actually, I would not be suprised if he had not. He shook his head as if to clear away whatever image he was seeing.
"I apologize. But I... forgot to ask you about something."
I sighed. Here we go again, as if he the whole of last night and this morning was not enough. Questions, questions, questions. "Ask away..." I mumbled under my breath, in a bored tone.
"This," he said. Its seems like I had just finally miserably in showing any hints of irritation in my voice as he pulled out my cell phone from his pocket. I stared at it for a while and decided if I should explain it to him before more questions erupt from that insquisitive mind. "Is this, a weapon?" Now that, was funny.
"Yes, I suppose you could use it as a weapon." I laughed, remembering how many times I have thrown it at Matthew for saying something really stupid. I gave it a toss and at this, Legolas backed off a little.
"I was only joking, Leggie. You don't have to be such a bitty."
"What did you just call me?"
"Leggie. Peggie. Veggie. What's the difference these days? You add a GY here and a P there, take away the L. You get something that sounds like your name but isn't but people are gonna keep calling you that! You know why?" I took and deep breath and the confused Legolas asked, "Why?"
I laughed again. I had been so long since I laughed like that. "Oh Leggie, Honey. That was a rhetorical question! But I'll tell you anyways. Because they don't care about what your name is! But the important thing is, you know your own name." As soon as I finished that last piece of crap I had just babbled, I collapsed backwards onto the bed and laughed even harder. It was like I had gone crazy. Legolas grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up but my laughter became hysterical and I fell back again, pulling him along with me.
He was lying down beside me now, laughing. Laughter is contagious and he caught it. I turned my head to face his.
"Legolas?" I called for him to face me.
"Yes?"
"Did you drug me with some kind of laughter potion when I was asleep?" I asked, I had come into such an obscure place with no reason for being here at all, asking that did not seem so ridiculous as it should have been yesterday.
"Don't be absurd. There's no such thing."
"Then why am I laughing when I should be scared?" I asked again. It seemed to be my turn to be annoying with questions.
"I don't know. But you shouldn't stop."
"Why?"
"Because if you do, then I will too and I don't want to."
"Legolas. You won't be able to breathe if you keep laughing."
Legolas laughed again and just as he did that, I took out my phone and turned it on to camera mode. I clicked on it and captured his laughing state.
"What did you do?" He asked, reaching for the phone. He sat up as he ran his fingers lightly over the buttons in fascination. I sat up as well and reached for it. I showed him his picture and he seemed to pale slightly. "This shows the past?"
I shook my head. "Not exactly. You can capture anything you want. Like I wanted to capture you laughing, so all I had to do is click on this button." Legolas nodded as I showed him how to use it and he seemed to be able to grasp the concept easily. "Do you want to try it?"
"No. I don't have anything I would like to remember right now." He said, getting up from the bed and straightening out his clothes. His face turned serious as if we had not just laughed like two hooligans. Is he trying to hide something? It was such an abrupt change in expression. "Lady Chelsea, I am to invite you for dinner."
"Dinner sounds like a good idea, Legolas." A voice came from the entrance of the room. It was another guy with long dark hair and well, wearing that Chinese collar thing. He looked a lot older than Legolas and I. But the thing is, I could not make a judgement like that since I had no idea how old Legolas was. He could be ninety for all I know.
The man continued, "We expected you to have been down there twenty minutes ago." He then turned to me. "My apologises, my lady. I am Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. Legolas volunteered to escort you to the dining hall but took such a long time to show up, we were wondering what happened to him."
"Well, I don't have anything to wear." I said, looking down at the night gown I was wearing. Surely they, whoever they were, would find this a little, inappropriate.
Legolas took off the cloak he was wearing, this time, it was a red one. He tied it around my neck and said, "There." As we walked down to the dining hall, I whispered. "Leggie, aren't you cold? Surely you don't use this cloak for camouflage too." At this, Legolas smiled again. "Yes, I am cold. But I can't waste anymore time looking for a dress for you. This will have to do for now." Before we entered the dining hall, Elrond pulled Legolas aside. "A word, Legolas." I could not hear what he was saying, but he seemed quite angry. I hope it was not because we were late.
Legolas' POV______________________________________________
I did not know who this girl was, and yet I had done everything I had refrained from doing for the past hundred years around her. What had brought out my true nature, I did not know, but the feeling I had then was unexplainable and also, in a way, wonderful. I had never laughed so freely and naturally around anyone like that for such a long time. Could it be her youth that sparked such merriment?
But it was all over when Lord Elrond came, I had not even noticed his presence approaching even though I should have. I had even forgotten the time, forgetting that I was hungry. Lord Elrond had told me not to see her anymore. He warned me about what would happen to me if I had fallen in love with her. I would be just like Arwen, her love for Aragorn made her as dead as a mortal. But she never seemed to be worried about death. She only cared about love. I wish I could be more like her but I am such a coward.
"Legolas, what is on your mind? You haven't touched your food." I turned to find Arwen, seated beside me. I had not even notice her there. I gave her a slight smile. "You were on my mind." I told her. Arwen laughed. She had always been a good friend of mine. We wrote often but stopped as we grew older. "Don't let Aragorn hear that. He'll slaughter you." She joked. She took me by my arm and brought me outside. Nobody seemed to notice our leave except Aragorn because they were so absorbed by Chelsea, asking her questions. Arwen gave Aragorn a look, telling him to stay put.
As soon as we were outside, she went straight into what she had longed to ask. "Why did you stop writing? What happened, Legolas?"
"I didn't stop. I must have started about a few hundred letters but I did not know what to tell you anymore. I was afraid you might think differently about me because you had started to change. You started to tell me about this elf and that elf and how wonderful he was and I was afraid that you had grown up before I did. And that you weren't interested in autumn leaves and dew drops anymore. I was so scared you wouldn't like me anymore because you grew up, Arwen. And you left me behind."
Arwen looked at me and then she laughed. "Legolas. I would never leave you behind. But it seems you've found someone you're fond of..."
"Where did you hear of such a thing?" I asked. How could she know I was fond of anyone before I even knew who I was fond of? Arwen grinned. "My dear Legolas, you're a prince. A very charming one, young and handsome. Are you surprised that the maidens gossip about you? Even while at Lothlorien I have heard so much about you. And now, you lend a girl your favourite cloak and even let her sleep in your room."
"I... how did you know?" I stammered. I could not believe she heard about it so quickly. Its just absurd!
"I heard one of the maids telling another that you had this strange girl asleep in your arms when you arrived in Rivendell and you told the maid to clean her up and let her rest in your bed."
"That doesn't mean I'm fond of her." I lied. I did like her but I was not going to do anything about it. She is far too young anyway.
"Whatever you say, Legolas." Arwen said. She tossed her hair in my face and smirked. "Whatever you say."
Why does she always do that to me?
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Plasmolysed Cell membrane: I have nothing to add on to this chapter. I just hope all of you like it and plese tell me what you think.