A/n toooooomorrow, tomorrow, I loooooove you tomorrow....*someone yells
"Ellen, stop doing an uncanny impression of my audition!"* HEY EVERYONE- I
DID NOT GET INTO THE PLAY! THE IDIOT DIRECTORS DIDN'T RECOGNIZE THE
OBVIOUS TALENT THAT JEN, MESH, HANNAH AND I SHARE. SO DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE
ARE GOING TO DO? START OUR OWN MENTAL LIL' PRODUCTION. MOSTLY, WE'LL BE
DOING PARODIES OF SONGS, STATING WITH......SK8ER ELF!!!!!!!
I awoke with one more memory, one of golden mist, this one of my father. Last night's dreams were very similar, except this time Aurora was more urgent, gesturing furiously. The memory of my father was of only a few centuries ago. He had taken me swimming down the river, tossing me in and laughing when I bobbed up. I blinked back a tear.
Valiane was already bustling around when I woke.
"Ah, you're up!" She remarked cheerfully. "You don't have to do anything with the prince until late afternoon, so you're free to wander!"
"Umm, alright," I said carefully. "Would it be alright if I went to the practice courts with my bow?"
"Of course it is! Eat your breakfast first though, or you'll never keep up you strength." She replied, pushing a plate loaded with bread, cheese and fruit into my hands. I eagerly ate a piece of bread and shoved an apple into my pocket for later.
My bow was lying unstrung where I had left it last night, the bowstring and quiver next to it. I picked up the coiled bowstring and put it in my pocket and shouldered my quiver.
I headed out the door, longbow in hand.
When I reached the practice courts I rapidly scanned them for sign of 'his highness'. Unfortunately, the courts were full with what looked like the full population of Rivendell, but no Legolas. Spotting a path that looked like it led to the river I had seen last night, I took it. I noticed that the tulip borders were looking oddly irregular-probably thanks to my midnight wander.
The path led along a wide and rushing river studded with rocks. I walked for quite a while, in a roundabout way, but the sun was warm, and it was a lovely day.
I neared a flat rock in the middle of the stream and paused. I considered taking a short break. Oh...why not.
I had underestimated the distance from rock to stream. Luckily, a few smaller boulders spanned the distance. I hopped over these, flailing my arms for balance. I reached it safely, and settled down on the sun-warmed rock.
I reached into my pocket. The apple was still intact-slightly bruised by my walk, but definitely edible.
After eating my apple I curled up, back to the bank from which I had come. Sleep came surprisingly quickly, letting me drift into inescapable oblivion.
Aurora-the real Aurora, that is- seemed to be congratulating me for my victory over my fiancé. She grinned, reached for my hand, and held it in front of herself in a cool clasp.
She reached into her chest again, drawing out a tendril of the palest lavender mist. This she pushed into my clenched hand, and pressed it to my chest.
Although I tried to keep a hold of it, it dissolved into my skin, leaving an odd tingling sensation.
"Be careful." She said softly, looking at something over my shoulder. It was the first time she had spoken.
"Don't tell him who you are." She cautioned. "And be very careful." She cast a frightened glance over my shoulder again, and vanished.
I stretched in the sunlight, and was aroused by a shrill screeching from the opposite bank. I raised my head, and saw dozens of monsters similar to those sprawled near Aurora's carcass swarming toward me.
My hands went for my bow, and I quickly stood. My quiver! I thought desperately, but I could already see it bobbing nearly ten yards down the stream.
"Aurora! Here- catch!" A voice from the opposite bank startled me.
It was Legolas.
He tossed roughly eight arrows at my outstretched hands. I caught them, quickly stringing my bow and trying to ignore both the swarms of orcs slithering down the slopes and the blue-and-gold feathered arrows whistling past me.
"There!" I cried triumphantly, swinging my bow up and firing three arrows in quick succession.
"Cover my back, Leggie!" I yelled at the blond elf fitting an arrow to his string on the other bank. He rolled his blue eyes skyward and continued to snipe orcs. I scrambled back over boulders, until I felt my feet touch hard packed brown dirt.
"What do we do now?" I whispered as two more arrows whistled off our strings.
"RUN!" Legolas replied, setting off at a gallop down the river, pausing every now and then to loose an arrow at our attackers.
"Well...I suppose that works. Not very heroic though." I called after his retreating back.
I cantered level with him, and said, "Leggie, why were you following me?"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" he glared at me. "I was taking a walk and saw you were in trouble, so I shot a few orcs. I probably should have left you there to drown, though."
"I know you wouldn't do that, Leggie!" I said sweetly.
"DON'T CA-" Legolas's protest was cut short by the nearing of the outer boundaries of Rivendell.
I glanced behind. No sign of our pursuers. Good thing to, because we were both beginning to slow down.
"I've got to tell the chief of guard that orcs were sighted near the borders, but then, I'm so meeting you for my rematch," Legolas said, slowing to a walk and smirking. "I'm going to beat you so badly."
"In your dreams, pretty boy. See you at the practice courts in twenty minutes."
"DON'T-" he started to say, but I was already hastening away in search of a new quiver full of arrows.
A/N I have new reviewers!!! Thank you- I love you all!
Also, I have an idea.
You see, I have two ideas as to what will happen in the end. One of them is happy, and doesn't fit quite right with the book, and the other is quite sad, and fits perfectly. Which should I choose?
In pondering this question, I came up with a unique solution.
I will go to about chapter 20 in this story, and then write TWO sequels to that at the same time.
Please tell me what you think of my brilliant idea!
I awoke with one more memory, one of golden mist, this one of my father. Last night's dreams were very similar, except this time Aurora was more urgent, gesturing furiously. The memory of my father was of only a few centuries ago. He had taken me swimming down the river, tossing me in and laughing when I bobbed up. I blinked back a tear.
Valiane was already bustling around when I woke.
"Ah, you're up!" She remarked cheerfully. "You don't have to do anything with the prince until late afternoon, so you're free to wander!"
"Umm, alright," I said carefully. "Would it be alright if I went to the practice courts with my bow?"
"Of course it is! Eat your breakfast first though, or you'll never keep up you strength." She replied, pushing a plate loaded with bread, cheese and fruit into my hands. I eagerly ate a piece of bread and shoved an apple into my pocket for later.
My bow was lying unstrung where I had left it last night, the bowstring and quiver next to it. I picked up the coiled bowstring and put it in my pocket and shouldered my quiver.
I headed out the door, longbow in hand.
When I reached the practice courts I rapidly scanned them for sign of 'his highness'. Unfortunately, the courts were full with what looked like the full population of Rivendell, but no Legolas. Spotting a path that looked like it led to the river I had seen last night, I took it. I noticed that the tulip borders were looking oddly irregular-probably thanks to my midnight wander.
The path led along a wide and rushing river studded with rocks. I walked for quite a while, in a roundabout way, but the sun was warm, and it was a lovely day.
I neared a flat rock in the middle of the stream and paused. I considered taking a short break. Oh...why not.
I had underestimated the distance from rock to stream. Luckily, a few smaller boulders spanned the distance. I hopped over these, flailing my arms for balance. I reached it safely, and settled down on the sun-warmed rock.
I reached into my pocket. The apple was still intact-slightly bruised by my walk, but definitely edible.
After eating my apple I curled up, back to the bank from which I had come. Sleep came surprisingly quickly, letting me drift into inescapable oblivion.
Aurora-the real Aurora, that is- seemed to be congratulating me for my victory over my fiancé. She grinned, reached for my hand, and held it in front of herself in a cool clasp.
She reached into her chest again, drawing out a tendril of the palest lavender mist. This she pushed into my clenched hand, and pressed it to my chest.
Although I tried to keep a hold of it, it dissolved into my skin, leaving an odd tingling sensation.
"Be careful." She said softly, looking at something over my shoulder. It was the first time she had spoken.
"Don't tell him who you are." She cautioned. "And be very careful." She cast a frightened glance over my shoulder again, and vanished.
I stretched in the sunlight, and was aroused by a shrill screeching from the opposite bank. I raised my head, and saw dozens of monsters similar to those sprawled near Aurora's carcass swarming toward me.
My hands went for my bow, and I quickly stood. My quiver! I thought desperately, but I could already see it bobbing nearly ten yards down the stream.
"Aurora! Here- catch!" A voice from the opposite bank startled me.
It was Legolas.
He tossed roughly eight arrows at my outstretched hands. I caught them, quickly stringing my bow and trying to ignore both the swarms of orcs slithering down the slopes and the blue-and-gold feathered arrows whistling past me.
"There!" I cried triumphantly, swinging my bow up and firing three arrows in quick succession.
"Cover my back, Leggie!" I yelled at the blond elf fitting an arrow to his string on the other bank. He rolled his blue eyes skyward and continued to snipe orcs. I scrambled back over boulders, until I felt my feet touch hard packed brown dirt.
"What do we do now?" I whispered as two more arrows whistled off our strings.
"RUN!" Legolas replied, setting off at a gallop down the river, pausing every now and then to loose an arrow at our attackers.
"Well...I suppose that works. Not very heroic though." I called after his retreating back.
I cantered level with him, and said, "Leggie, why were you following me?"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" he glared at me. "I was taking a walk and saw you were in trouble, so I shot a few orcs. I probably should have left you there to drown, though."
"I know you wouldn't do that, Leggie!" I said sweetly.
"DON'T CA-" Legolas's protest was cut short by the nearing of the outer boundaries of Rivendell.
I glanced behind. No sign of our pursuers. Good thing to, because we were both beginning to slow down.
"I've got to tell the chief of guard that orcs were sighted near the borders, but then, I'm so meeting you for my rematch," Legolas said, slowing to a walk and smirking. "I'm going to beat you so badly."
"In your dreams, pretty boy. See you at the practice courts in twenty minutes."
"DON'T-" he started to say, but I was already hastening away in search of a new quiver full of arrows.
A/N I have new reviewers!!! Thank you- I love you all!
Also, I have an idea.
You see, I have two ideas as to what will happen in the end. One of them is happy, and doesn't fit quite right with the book, and the other is quite sad, and fits perfectly. Which should I choose?
In pondering this question, I came up with a unique solution.
I will go to about chapter 20 in this story, and then write TWO sequels to that at the same time.
Please tell me what you think of my brilliant idea!