AN: Hi All! I'm pretty sure this is a bit of a record for me---three
updates in a week. Anyway, I appreciate your reviews and I'm glad all of
you send them.
ldy imladris: Thanks as usual! Emma's going to do several things before she leaves.
Lomiothiel: As always, thanks for the review. Her parents, especially her father, may vent their feelings on the wrong person.
Neo Serenity: I appreciate your comments but can you please tell me how. I can't do anything about it unless I know how.
Elleiadrieal: I'm sorry if I sounded rude in my reply. The response is something my sister says. When someone asks her if she's going to do something she, usually, responds with "I could." I can assure you Legolas will make sure Emma stays safe.
PixiePea000: The mirror I'm referring to now shows (and I quote from the first movie) "things that were, things that are, and some things that have not yet come to pass." By the way, GOLLUM!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
Emma awoke with a start. She could not recall where she was or how she had gotten there. Panic began to overtake her. All she knew was that she was alone and in a very strange place.
Her mind, still a bit addled from the injury she had sustained, slowly began to feed her information. She was in Middle Earth, specifically Mirkwood. She was to go on some type of journey with Legolas and her parents were going to be sent away.
She got up and began to walk about the room. Her attention was drawn to a piece of paper, with her name written on it, sitting on a small table. She walked over to the table and picked the piece of paper up. She broke the seal on the envelope and read its contents.
"Emma, I have been called down to the stables in order to sort out the rest of our party. Do not, under any circumstances, leave my chambers. I do not want you getting lost. I have left you something to eat on the table in the next room. Make sure you eat something. I am unsure when our next meal will be. Change out of that dress you are wearing as well. Oire came by while you were sleeping and brought you clothing. It should be draped on the couch you were sleeping on. Remember to stay in my chambers--- Legolas"
Emma looked around the room once more, noting the large amount of food sitting on a table across the room and her new clothing rested across the couch.
"I'll have to thank him, again," Emma decided, as she inspected the outfit that had been left for her.
The outfit was similar in design to her ballet costume, pausing her for a moment as thoughts of her real home invaded her mind, but the colors were slightly different. The shirt was dark brown and the tunic over it was a lighter green. The leggings were of the dame hue as the shirt. Brown boots, that looked slightly too large, and a black leather belt were the final pieces to the outfit. She shook the thoughts free of her mind as she changed her clothes.
She set the dress she had been wearing on the couch and made her way over to the table. The sight of the food had reminded Emma that she hadn't eaten in several long hours.
Emma sighed; as she sat down to try to eat something. She hated eating alone. Back home, Emma never, ever ate alone. One of her parents, usually her mother, would sit with her as she ate, even if they, themselves, were not planning on eating at that point in time.
Tears filled Emma's eyes as she thought of her parents. She bit her lip and blinked her tears back. The knowledge that her parents were safe and would soon know she was safe gave her a bit of hope. Of course, the idea that they were not going to be there when she got back, if that wicked elf had his way, bothered her. She hoped that he would stall their departure until Legolas came back.
Take a bit of whatever she could recognize, Emma began to eat.
She stopped when she heard someone approaching. Panic, again, overtaking her, Emma abandoned her small meal, and ducked under the table.
"Emma, are you awake?" called Legolas, upon his entry into his own chambers.
He spied the dress resting across the top of the couch and, out of the corner of his eye, noted something moving underneath a table.
A few quick runs later, Legolas sat on the floor next to where Emma was making a valiant attempt to hide.
He gave a small chuckle and asked, "It is good to see that you are awake but why are you sitting under the table?"
Emma crawled out from underneath the table, feeling slightly foolish.
"Sorry," she, sheepishly, said, "I got scared."
"No harm done, Emma. Have you finished eating?" Legolas questioned, standing up.
"I guess so. By the way, thanks for everything," Emma replied, standing as well.
"There is no need to thank me. Come, we are going to pack some of this food and then we have to go," Legolas explained.
"Wait," Emma stated, "I'm not going to get to say good bye to my mom and dad. What if they get sent away while I'm gone? You're dad said he wanted to send them away."
"We do not have time for you to see your parents. For that I am sorry," Legolas, sadly, said.
"But what if they're sent away?" Emma asked horror evident in her voice.
"My father gave me his word that they will not be sent away. I told him of the third image in the mirror, the one that appeared before your mother, and he has conceded to let them stay until I return," Legolas replied.
Emma smiled and felt a little less fearful. Her parents would be there when she got back, even if it was for a small amount of time.
Several minutes later, Emma and Legolas arrived at the stables.
Emma hung back, as far away from the horses as she could. She never liked horses and had never been on one. Other then the ever present fear of getting hurt, there was something about horses that bothered Emma.
"Come here, Emma," Legolas called, nothing the fact that Emma seemed extremely fearful of the horses.
Emma, carefully, inched her way over to Legolas.
"Yes, what do you need," she asked.
"Before we leave, allow me to introduce the rest of the party. That is Wiggy; his mother was the one who cared for you in the healing house. The other two are sisters---Ice and Fire," Legolas said, pointing the other three elves out.
"Are those their real names?" Emma asked, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the names of the three other elves.
Legolas shook his head and replied, "That is what they call themselves. They are rangers that ride in a small elven company."
The three elves wore cloaks of gray and moved with practiced skill. Ice and Fire were exceedingly alike in appearance. Both had long light hair and light gray eyes. Ice's hair and eyes appeared to be slightly lighter than her sister's. Wiggy's appearance sharply contrasted that of the two sisters'. Other than being slightly larger in stature and weight, he had dark brown hair, cut to his shoulders, and dark eyes.
The three elves nodded a quiet greeting and set about their work, again.
Emma watched the remainder of the setting up from the top of a very large bale of hay.
"They're almost like dancers. They work in time with each other and look like they're in each other's ways but they're not," she mused as she watched.
"Can you please come down, Emma?" Legolas questioned.
She nodded and deftly hopped off her perch. She stood against the far wall.
Legolas motioned for her to come over. She shook her head. He was too near a horse for her own comfort.
"Emma, come here," he ordered.
She moved slowly, hoping to avoid whatever he wanted her to do with the horse.
"This is Arod, my horse," Legolas informed Emma.
"That's nice," she said, blandly, fighting the urge to run.
"He's not going to hurt you. Trust me," Legolas cajoled.
"I trust you," Emma stated, "I don't trust him."
She pointed to the horse.
Legolas took Emma's hand and placed it on the horse's neck. He began to move her hand in a petting motion. After a while, Legolas removed his hand and watched as Emma continued to pet the horse.
He smiled and joked, "He is not biting your hand off I see."
Emma nodded and returned the smile.
"I guess not," she replied.
"Prince, we are ready to leave," called Wiggy in a surprisingly deep voice.
He climbed on to his saddles horse with the two sister's following suit.
"One more moment, Wiggy," Legolas replied, adding something to the statement in his own language.
He took Emma aside, an odd look on his face.
"I know you do not know what to do with this but we are going to be traveling and I do know want you unarmed," Legolas said.
"Unarmed?" Emma repeated.
Legolas handed Emma a small object in a leather sheath. She took the object and removed a small dagger from the leather sheath.
"Tuck that into your belt and keep it with you at all times," he ordered her.
Emma did as she was told, the leather sheathed dagger into the belt that was cinched around the center of her tunic.
"I'm not sure I can use this," Emma said, her voice a bit shaky.
"I know but it will make me feel better if you have it. You would be surprised at what you can do in certain situations," Legolas said.
"Are you ready yet, Prince?" called Fire.
"Fire," Ice called, admonishing her younger sister in a different sounding version of elvish.
Legolas said something to the two sisters as he mounted his horse. He, then, offered a hand to Emma.
"I don't know what you want me to do. I don't know the first thing about riding," Emma admitted.
"Take my hand and jump like I have seen you jump during your dance lessons. What is it that man says? Oh yes, jump up and out," Legolas ordered, borrowing a phrase from Spiro.
Emma nodded, remembering that those specific orders from Spiro only applied to grande jetes in ballet and split leaps in jazz, and jumped as she was ordered. She felt a strong tug on her arm and found herself sitting in front of Legolas on his horse.
"Now what?" Emma asked, trying not to stare at the ground which seemed so far away.
"You hang on to Arod's neck and I will hand on to you," Legolas explained.
"If you say so," Emma commented, skeptically, hanging on as best she could.
With a word, Legolas spurred his horse forward. The three other riders followed suit.
Soon the caves of Mirkwood gave way to open plains.
(AN: I'm really sorry if this chapter was slow and kind of horrid. Please read and review---good, bad, indifferent.)
ldy imladris: Thanks as usual! Emma's going to do several things before she leaves.
Lomiothiel: As always, thanks for the review. Her parents, especially her father, may vent their feelings on the wrong person.
Neo Serenity: I appreciate your comments but can you please tell me how. I can't do anything about it unless I know how.
Elleiadrieal: I'm sorry if I sounded rude in my reply. The response is something my sister says. When someone asks her if she's going to do something she, usually, responds with "I could." I can assure you Legolas will make sure Emma stays safe.
PixiePea000: The mirror I'm referring to now shows (and I quote from the first movie) "things that were, things that are, and some things that have not yet come to pass." By the way, GOLLUM!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
Emma awoke with a start. She could not recall where she was or how she had gotten there. Panic began to overtake her. All she knew was that she was alone and in a very strange place.
Her mind, still a bit addled from the injury she had sustained, slowly began to feed her information. She was in Middle Earth, specifically Mirkwood. She was to go on some type of journey with Legolas and her parents were going to be sent away.
She got up and began to walk about the room. Her attention was drawn to a piece of paper, with her name written on it, sitting on a small table. She walked over to the table and picked the piece of paper up. She broke the seal on the envelope and read its contents.
"Emma, I have been called down to the stables in order to sort out the rest of our party. Do not, under any circumstances, leave my chambers. I do not want you getting lost. I have left you something to eat on the table in the next room. Make sure you eat something. I am unsure when our next meal will be. Change out of that dress you are wearing as well. Oire came by while you were sleeping and brought you clothing. It should be draped on the couch you were sleeping on. Remember to stay in my chambers--- Legolas"
Emma looked around the room once more, noting the large amount of food sitting on a table across the room and her new clothing rested across the couch.
"I'll have to thank him, again," Emma decided, as she inspected the outfit that had been left for her.
The outfit was similar in design to her ballet costume, pausing her for a moment as thoughts of her real home invaded her mind, but the colors were slightly different. The shirt was dark brown and the tunic over it was a lighter green. The leggings were of the dame hue as the shirt. Brown boots, that looked slightly too large, and a black leather belt were the final pieces to the outfit. She shook the thoughts free of her mind as she changed her clothes.
She set the dress she had been wearing on the couch and made her way over to the table. The sight of the food had reminded Emma that she hadn't eaten in several long hours.
Emma sighed; as she sat down to try to eat something. She hated eating alone. Back home, Emma never, ever ate alone. One of her parents, usually her mother, would sit with her as she ate, even if they, themselves, were not planning on eating at that point in time.
Tears filled Emma's eyes as she thought of her parents. She bit her lip and blinked her tears back. The knowledge that her parents were safe and would soon know she was safe gave her a bit of hope. Of course, the idea that they were not going to be there when she got back, if that wicked elf had his way, bothered her. She hoped that he would stall their departure until Legolas came back.
Take a bit of whatever she could recognize, Emma began to eat.
She stopped when she heard someone approaching. Panic, again, overtaking her, Emma abandoned her small meal, and ducked under the table.
"Emma, are you awake?" called Legolas, upon his entry into his own chambers.
He spied the dress resting across the top of the couch and, out of the corner of his eye, noted something moving underneath a table.
A few quick runs later, Legolas sat on the floor next to where Emma was making a valiant attempt to hide.
He gave a small chuckle and asked, "It is good to see that you are awake but why are you sitting under the table?"
Emma crawled out from underneath the table, feeling slightly foolish.
"Sorry," she, sheepishly, said, "I got scared."
"No harm done, Emma. Have you finished eating?" Legolas questioned, standing up.
"I guess so. By the way, thanks for everything," Emma replied, standing as well.
"There is no need to thank me. Come, we are going to pack some of this food and then we have to go," Legolas explained.
"Wait," Emma stated, "I'm not going to get to say good bye to my mom and dad. What if they get sent away while I'm gone? You're dad said he wanted to send them away."
"We do not have time for you to see your parents. For that I am sorry," Legolas, sadly, said.
"But what if they're sent away?" Emma asked horror evident in her voice.
"My father gave me his word that they will not be sent away. I told him of the third image in the mirror, the one that appeared before your mother, and he has conceded to let them stay until I return," Legolas replied.
Emma smiled and felt a little less fearful. Her parents would be there when she got back, even if it was for a small amount of time.
Several minutes later, Emma and Legolas arrived at the stables.
Emma hung back, as far away from the horses as she could. She never liked horses and had never been on one. Other then the ever present fear of getting hurt, there was something about horses that bothered Emma.
"Come here, Emma," Legolas called, nothing the fact that Emma seemed extremely fearful of the horses.
Emma, carefully, inched her way over to Legolas.
"Yes, what do you need," she asked.
"Before we leave, allow me to introduce the rest of the party. That is Wiggy; his mother was the one who cared for you in the healing house. The other two are sisters---Ice and Fire," Legolas said, pointing the other three elves out.
"Are those their real names?" Emma asked, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the names of the three other elves.
Legolas shook his head and replied, "That is what they call themselves. They are rangers that ride in a small elven company."
The three elves wore cloaks of gray and moved with practiced skill. Ice and Fire were exceedingly alike in appearance. Both had long light hair and light gray eyes. Ice's hair and eyes appeared to be slightly lighter than her sister's. Wiggy's appearance sharply contrasted that of the two sisters'. Other than being slightly larger in stature and weight, he had dark brown hair, cut to his shoulders, and dark eyes.
The three elves nodded a quiet greeting and set about their work, again.
Emma watched the remainder of the setting up from the top of a very large bale of hay.
"They're almost like dancers. They work in time with each other and look like they're in each other's ways but they're not," she mused as she watched.
"Can you please come down, Emma?" Legolas questioned.
She nodded and deftly hopped off her perch. She stood against the far wall.
Legolas motioned for her to come over. She shook her head. He was too near a horse for her own comfort.
"Emma, come here," he ordered.
She moved slowly, hoping to avoid whatever he wanted her to do with the horse.
"This is Arod, my horse," Legolas informed Emma.
"That's nice," she said, blandly, fighting the urge to run.
"He's not going to hurt you. Trust me," Legolas cajoled.
"I trust you," Emma stated, "I don't trust him."
She pointed to the horse.
Legolas took Emma's hand and placed it on the horse's neck. He began to move her hand in a petting motion. After a while, Legolas removed his hand and watched as Emma continued to pet the horse.
He smiled and joked, "He is not biting your hand off I see."
Emma nodded and returned the smile.
"I guess not," she replied.
"Prince, we are ready to leave," called Wiggy in a surprisingly deep voice.
He climbed on to his saddles horse with the two sister's following suit.
"One more moment, Wiggy," Legolas replied, adding something to the statement in his own language.
He took Emma aside, an odd look on his face.
"I know you do not know what to do with this but we are going to be traveling and I do know want you unarmed," Legolas said.
"Unarmed?" Emma repeated.
Legolas handed Emma a small object in a leather sheath. She took the object and removed a small dagger from the leather sheath.
"Tuck that into your belt and keep it with you at all times," he ordered her.
Emma did as she was told, the leather sheathed dagger into the belt that was cinched around the center of her tunic.
"I'm not sure I can use this," Emma said, her voice a bit shaky.
"I know but it will make me feel better if you have it. You would be surprised at what you can do in certain situations," Legolas said.
"Are you ready yet, Prince?" called Fire.
"Fire," Ice called, admonishing her younger sister in a different sounding version of elvish.
Legolas said something to the two sisters as he mounted his horse. He, then, offered a hand to Emma.
"I don't know what you want me to do. I don't know the first thing about riding," Emma admitted.
"Take my hand and jump like I have seen you jump during your dance lessons. What is it that man says? Oh yes, jump up and out," Legolas ordered, borrowing a phrase from Spiro.
Emma nodded, remembering that those specific orders from Spiro only applied to grande jetes in ballet and split leaps in jazz, and jumped as she was ordered. She felt a strong tug on her arm and found herself sitting in front of Legolas on his horse.
"Now what?" Emma asked, trying not to stare at the ground which seemed so far away.
"You hang on to Arod's neck and I will hand on to you," Legolas explained.
"If you say so," Emma commented, skeptically, hanging on as best she could.
With a word, Legolas spurred his horse forward. The three other riders followed suit.
Soon the caves of Mirkwood gave way to open plains.
(AN: I'm really sorry if this chapter was slow and kind of horrid. Please read and review---good, bad, indifferent.)