Elizabeth sighed. Was it possible to get more homework then she had
tonight? Wait, Don't answer that. Of course it was. She'd be lucky if
she wasn't up until midnight. And Elizabeth had been planning on camping
out in the forest that night.
"Lost in your thoughts, young one?"
Elizabeth whirled, "Don't do that!"
"Don't do what?" Legolas asked.
"That- that little. quiet walking thing."
"Oh- sorry. Did you know you walk the same way?"
"What?"
"Not all the time, just when you think about it. When you're in the woods. You're learning. It's instinctual for me."
"You keep talking like you are so much older then me- I mean, you are, but you don't look older then my father. And you keep talking like we're something other then human."
"We are."
"Okay then, let's say I believe you. What are we."
Legolas sighed, "I don't think you know whether you believe me or not, but I'll just say it. You'll know in your heart. I am one of the Firstborn; one of the Quendi. I am immortal. I am an Elf, and so are you."
Elizabeth stared, and quickly shook off the shock. She glanced around. Legolas was already gone.
That night, when Elizabeth went home, she considered telling her father about what had happened. That night, and the last. Maybe Legolas was a bit insane. When her father asked her how her day had been, Elizabeth almost told him- but, for some odd reason, she found that she couldn't. For it all, somewhere, deep down inside, she found that everything Legolas said made sense, everything made perfect sense.
Elizabeth sat down at the keys, to access her journal. Some people found it weird, her keeping her journal on the computer. In reality, however, it was really quite a good idea. Elizabeth could type faster then she could write, and with a constantly snooping technologically illiterate younger brother, it was the safest place, too. Others found it odd that someone who so loved to be outside should be so adept at technology. Well, it wasn't, and Elizabeth certainly was.
Stretching her fingers to the keyboard, Elizabeth typed in the various passwords that she had set up to access her computer. It was a Mac, and she had just downloaded the OS X version. Clicking on the Virtual PC button on the dock, she switched to Windows 2000. It was on the Windows format that she kept her diary, if only for the benefit of another password. Some might call it paranoid, but her brother's best friend, Benny, was a computer NERD. Not just a regular old computer geek, a computer NERD. Like, talk about Bill Gates Junior. He was voted most likely to be a CEO by age 18 by the Elementary, Middle, and High schoolers.
She knew that she could write down her thoughts here, and they would be secure. She spread her fingers and began to type.
"Jeremiah is such a butt." But then stopped. For some reason, she didn't want to give a full rundown of her day. That always helped her understand her life, writing it down, but today she there was only one thing she wanted to understand. Mr. Green.
"Mr. Green saved me two nights ago. I was in the park, listening to the stars, and I was attacked. He came, silent as the wind, and saved me. Or, that was it in a nutshell. There must have been more to it then that, and yet that is all it was. A blur of pictures, some quick motions, and then he talked to me. He spoke to me like I was someone else. In fact, he told me I am something else. And he said that he was old. very old." She stopped, feeling that she couldn't really put her entire day weekend into words. Impulsively, she skipped a few lines, and typed, "Am I an Elf?"
And the computer typed in return, 'Yes.'
My little notes and stuff.
To FuNnY cIdE: Thank you sooo much for reviewing! I'll start making them longer. I know that this one wasn't much, but I just stop when I think I've found a good place for a cliffie. I'll try to make up for my lack of length with frequent updates, oh, and the next part should be pretty long. I've got a vacation, so I'll take advantage of that, and set aside an hour for typing.
"Lost in your thoughts, young one?"
Elizabeth whirled, "Don't do that!"
"Don't do what?" Legolas asked.
"That- that little. quiet walking thing."
"Oh- sorry. Did you know you walk the same way?"
"What?"
"Not all the time, just when you think about it. When you're in the woods. You're learning. It's instinctual for me."
"You keep talking like you are so much older then me- I mean, you are, but you don't look older then my father. And you keep talking like we're something other then human."
"We are."
"Okay then, let's say I believe you. What are we."
Legolas sighed, "I don't think you know whether you believe me or not, but I'll just say it. You'll know in your heart. I am one of the Firstborn; one of the Quendi. I am immortal. I am an Elf, and so are you."
Elizabeth stared, and quickly shook off the shock. She glanced around. Legolas was already gone.
That night, when Elizabeth went home, she considered telling her father about what had happened. That night, and the last. Maybe Legolas was a bit insane. When her father asked her how her day had been, Elizabeth almost told him- but, for some odd reason, she found that she couldn't. For it all, somewhere, deep down inside, she found that everything Legolas said made sense, everything made perfect sense.
Elizabeth sat down at the keys, to access her journal. Some people found it weird, her keeping her journal on the computer. In reality, however, it was really quite a good idea. Elizabeth could type faster then she could write, and with a constantly snooping technologically illiterate younger brother, it was the safest place, too. Others found it odd that someone who so loved to be outside should be so adept at technology. Well, it wasn't, and Elizabeth certainly was.
Stretching her fingers to the keyboard, Elizabeth typed in the various passwords that she had set up to access her computer. It was a Mac, and she had just downloaded the OS X version. Clicking on the Virtual PC button on the dock, she switched to Windows 2000. It was on the Windows format that she kept her diary, if only for the benefit of another password. Some might call it paranoid, but her brother's best friend, Benny, was a computer NERD. Not just a regular old computer geek, a computer NERD. Like, talk about Bill Gates Junior. He was voted most likely to be a CEO by age 18 by the Elementary, Middle, and High schoolers.
She knew that she could write down her thoughts here, and they would be secure. She spread her fingers and began to type.
"Jeremiah is such a butt." But then stopped. For some reason, she didn't want to give a full rundown of her day. That always helped her understand her life, writing it down, but today she there was only one thing she wanted to understand. Mr. Green.
"Mr. Green saved me two nights ago. I was in the park, listening to the stars, and I was attacked. He came, silent as the wind, and saved me. Or, that was it in a nutshell. There must have been more to it then that, and yet that is all it was. A blur of pictures, some quick motions, and then he talked to me. He spoke to me like I was someone else. In fact, he told me I am something else. And he said that he was old. very old." She stopped, feeling that she couldn't really put her entire day weekend into words. Impulsively, she skipped a few lines, and typed, "Am I an Elf?"
And the computer typed in return, 'Yes.'
My little notes and stuff.
To FuNnY cIdE: Thank you sooo much for reviewing! I'll start making them longer. I know that this one wasn't much, but I just stop when I think I've found a good place for a cliffie. I'll try to make up for my lack of length with frequent updates, oh, and the next part should be pretty long. I've got a vacation, so I'll take advantage of that, and set aside an hour for typing.