Oh my, I feel tears, really, I do! You all are so sweet! And I was acting
like a bitch, kinda, so I'm really sorry to everybody, even the flamers.
You guys are all so sweet!
Windy: Thank you so much for the kind words! They are really appreciated!
Isilwen: I'm of two worlds about this. I want to apologize for being such a bitch, and yet I was kind of hurt by the review, mainly cause I've never had one of that sort (critiquing). So, here goes: I'm sorry for being a bitch, it was uncalled for. And I did take a grain of salt from your words, truly.
spazticrededhobbit: Yeah, go red heads! I've been one for five years My brown hair was way to mousy, and I hated it. I love being a red! Red heads all the way, baby!
Ox King: Oh yeah baby! Get that bar-b-queue goin'! I love S'mores! Thank you for liking my story!
Radiion-hobbitwarrior: I love your fic! Its so funny! Yeah, I'm a girl, and proud of it! Thank you for putting me on your alert list! That's so cool! Yeah, I love Mary-Sue's too! And if people don't like them, why read them? I ask you, why bother? And that comment they made about your story, that was really immature! At least my flamers had the decency to give me good arguments without insulting me TOO much. I agree: this site is also here for fun! If people want to be serious writers, they should go to Fiction.net and post serious stories that they want people to take "seriously". And I like stories that stray from the canon as well, it gives the story flavor! Thank you so much, sweetie, your so kind! ^_^
Okay everyone! Just know that I am sorry for being a bitch, but I don't really appreciate flames. However, I shall try my hardest not to reply if I get anymore, kay? Anyway, here's the next chapter! It does have a song in it.
Chapter Five PG-13
AJ sat staring at nothing, sitting on a bench in the lovely garden, her thoughts drifting back to the Council. How in the world did she get roped into going? Brit must have brain washed her or something.
But the truth was, AJ was scared. Just plain scared. Sure, it wasn't everyday that a girl goes to a supposedly fictional world and gets asked to go along on a mission. But, AJ knew that not only would they change history, but they also faced a certain death. Neither knew enough combat arts to where they would survive. AJ was scared, she didn't want to die.
In all the fan-fictions she had read where this sort of thing happened, the heroines all seemed to be brave and courageous, not even worried that they might die. AJ was scared stiff. She was petrified. She had always thought that she would die at a ripe old age and in her sleep. Somehow, she just knew that wasn't how she was going to die now.
Whenever AJ was troubled, she did the one thing that soothed her. She sang.
/I tried to kill my pain But it only brought more (So much more) I lay dying And I'm pouring Crimson regret, and betrayal
I'm dying Praying I'm bleeding And screaming
Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?
My God! My Tourniquet! Return to me salvation My God! My Tourniquet! Return to me salvation
Do you remember me; Lost for so long? Will you be on the other side? Or will you forget me?
I'm dying Praying Bleeding And screaming
Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?
My God! My Tourniquet! Return to me salvation My God! My Tourniquet! Return to me salvation
(Return to me salvation) (I want to DIE!)
My God! My Tourniquet! Return to me salvation My God! My Tourniquet! Return to me salvation
My wounds cry for the grave My soul cries for deliverance Will I be denied? Christ! Tourniquet! My suicide.
(Return to me salvation) (Return to me salvation.)
"Tourniquet"
by Evanescence*
AJ sighed softly as she finished the song. She loved Evanescence, they were one of her favorite bands. Their songs were so powerful and beautiful, especially "Tourniquet". AJ used to love just going into her room and turning it up on the radio. There was very little possibility that would happen now.
"That was a very beautiful song," a quiet voice said from behind her, startling AJ. She whirled around, her blue eyes widened ever so faintly. There, behind her, stood the yummy yummy elf, Prince Legolas.
"Prince Legolas?!" She cried in dismay, having not forgotten how she had treated him when he found her.
His eyebrows rose a good two inches when she addressed him by his title, "Oh, so now we are on formal terms, Lady Andrea?"
"You know my name?" She said, staring at him stupidly, momentarily forgetting that her sister was there too and could have, in all possibility, told him her full name.
Softly, he chuckled, and sat down beside her, similar to what Aragorn had done before the Council.
"If you're here to try to talk me into doing something, please don't," AJ said, watching him in suspicion.
"Do you think that is what I am going to do?"
"I don't know. That is what Lord Aragorn did before the Council," she replied, still eyeing him warily.
Legolas shrugged, "Do not worry yourself, you are all ready going on the Quest, there is nothing more to convince you to do. Although, I'm sure Arwen and your sister would love me to convince you to wear a dress."
She snorted, "Fat chance of that happening."
"Excuse me?" He asked in confusion, not used to her slang. AJ rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, I forgot. It just means that there is very low probability of getting me into one of those fancy dresses. I prefer my outfit, thank you." AJ looked down at her dark jeans and boots, silently wishing he would leave her alone. Could he not tell she was nearly sick with fear?
He laughed, a rich, deep sound, "Yes, that is what I thought would happen."
"Listen, I'm sorry about what I said when you first came upon me. I didn't mean to be rude," AJ said bluntly, sick of all this play-talking.
Legolas sobered and looked at her seriously, "I quite understand. Believe me, I take no offense. You were injured and obviously upset. It was stupid of me to treat you as I did."
"Oh, please don't say that!" She moaned, "It makes me feel worse! There you were trying to be nice to me and I go all psycho-bitch on you! The least you can do is tell me I was being an ass."
"All right, you were being an ass."
"Gee, thank you for agreeing with me," AJ said sarcastically.
"Lady Andrea, you are being perverse. Believe me when I say that I hold no grudge. Do not beat upon yourself for nothing," Legolas said, and she believed him to be sincere.
She looked at him silently for a moment, then said, "All right, on one condition."
"And that is?"
"That you call me AJ instead of Lady Andrea. You make me sound like some old dowager empress," she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Again, Legolas laughed, "As long as you don't call me 'Prince Legolas'."
She smiled back at him and stuck out her hand, "Deal."
He looked at the outstretched appendage quizzically, "Why do you give me your hand?"
"..."
AJ grimaced, "It's called a handshake. When two people make a deal, they usually shake on it."
"Oh! Okay! So, I take your hand.. and you take mine?" He asked, looking like an eager puppy about to learn a new trick.
"Heh heh," AJ giggled dryly, highly embarrassed that an elf his age was acting like a child, "Yeah, that's the general idea."
She took his lean hand into hers and they shook awkwardly, Legolas paying avid attention through it all. When they were done, AJ forcibly removed her hand, the elf not quite understanding that you were supposed to let GO when you were done. She moaned and held her head in her hand.
"Why are you here, Legolas," she asked, desperate to talk about something else so she didn't have to explain anything else to the poor man, er, elf.
"I was walking through the gardens, and I heard a voice singing, you. Never before had I heard such a style of singing, so I stopped to listen. Do you truly wish to die?" He asked now, and AJ had a sinking feeling that that was the true reason he actually came up to her.
"No, Legolas. It's a song. Those are just the lyrics. Sometimes, when I'm upset, I sing the song to soothe my soul," AJ replied softly.
Legolas nodded in understanding, "I do as well. I find that singing is very calming, especially when I am angered by one of my father's advisor's."
AJ grinned when he said that, his nose bunched up in disgust similar to she had done earlier, looking VERY handsome. She shook herself quickly, AJ had no time nor room for romance.
"Being royalty must suck."
"I do not know what suck means, but I have faith it is not something overly horrible, therefore I agree, it does. suck."
She laughed then, "You're hopeless."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
AJ hummed softly as she walked to her room. It was nearly midnight, and she had just finished eating. She had always been a late eater.
Finally managing to get to her room after getting lost several times, AJ opened the heavy wooden door with difficulty.
"Gosh dangit! You'd think that if they'd wanted to get into their rooms without pulling a muscle they'd have thinner doors!" AJ growled as she finally got the door open. Of course, it could be that they were thin, and she was just too tired, therefore weak.
"Having problems, AJ?" Brit said from where she sat on her sisters bed. They had not gotten to talk alone since the Council.
She glared at the other girl, who now wore a frothy piece similar to what AJ had woken up in that first day. Brit sat defiantly on the bed, obviously preparing for a fight. Apparently, she didn't think that AJ was going to be so willing to go.
"What do you want, Brit? I'm tired, and its late," AJ said softly as she walked around the bed to the vanity in the corner of the room.
"Aren't you going to give me some cock-and-bull story why we shouldn't go?" Brit asked in surprise.
AJ sighed as she took off her black sweater, now standing before the mirror in merely her bra and jeans, "Look, Brit, I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. I said I'd go on the Quest and damnit, I will. What more do you want me to say? That I'm going to chicken out at the last minute? Not bloody likely. That I'm scared? Hell yes, I'm terrified. But will I betray a promise? No."
"Are you truly scared, AJ" Brit asked in a soft voice that had a funny tone in it which AJ could not place.
"Yes. I most likely will be vilely ill very soon," AJ responded, brushing her fingers through the tangled mess formerly known as her hair.
Brit looked up at her, her eyes becoming moist, "I am, too, AJ."
She turned to her sister and smiled sympathetically, then opened her arms. Brit jumped off the bed and ran into them, and the sister's hugged tightly.
"Don't worry, Huny," AJ said calmly, using her old nickname for her sister, "We'll be fine. We're going to save the world! How many girls can say that they got to do that?"
Her sister shook her head, "We're going to die, aren't we?"
AJ was silent for a long moment, "It seems likely we will."
Brit buffeted her shoulder, "Brat! You were supposed to say no, you numbskull!"
"What? How the Hell am I supposed to know what you want me to say!? Ow, stop hitting me, you brute!" AJ laughed maniacally and dodged her sisters blows, running for the bed and grabbing a random pillow.
She flung the fluffy thing at her sister, hitting her square in the face. Brit shrieked in mock outrage, and picked the pillow up off the floor where it had fallen, and attacked AJ, who now held another pillow. They giggled and shrieked as they regressed to their younger days when they would have fights in the water puddles and come back soaking wet.
Finally, AJ got Brit in the stomach and sent her flying on to the bed. Soon after, AJ herself plopped down onto the large contraption in the middle of the room. They were both still giggling and panting hard, Brit lying on her stomach and AJ on her back. Silence ensued for several moments.
"Hey AJ?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad that when I die, I know I've died trying to save somebody. I don't think I would have liked to die by a natural cause, not knowing that I can and will be a hero someday," Brit said softly.
"I know, Brit. I know."
Well, there we go! Chapter Five!
*= I don't own Evanescence or any of their lyrics! I wish I did, but wishing gets nowhere, right?
Hoped you guys liked the chapter, and if not, well, too bad! ^_^ Bye bye for now, Sparky!
Windy: Thank you so much for the kind words! They are really appreciated!
Isilwen: I'm of two worlds about this. I want to apologize for being such a bitch, and yet I was kind of hurt by the review, mainly cause I've never had one of that sort (critiquing). So, here goes: I'm sorry for being a bitch, it was uncalled for. And I did take a grain of salt from your words, truly.
spazticrededhobbit: Yeah, go red heads! I've been one for five years My brown hair was way to mousy, and I hated it. I love being a red! Red heads all the way, baby!
Ox King: Oh yeah baby! Get that bar-b-queue goin'! I love S'mores! Thank you for liking my story!
Radiion-hobbitwarrior: I love your fic! Its so funny! Yeah, I'm a girl, and proud of it! Thank you for putting me on your alert list! That's so cool! Yeah, I love Mary-Sue's too! And if people don't like them, why read them? I ask you, why bother? And that comment they made about your story, that was really immature! At least my flamers had the decency to give me good arguments without insulting me TOO much. I agree: this site is also here for fun! If people want to be serious writers, they should go to Fiction.net and post serious stories that they want people to take "seriously". And I like stories that stray from the canon as well, it gives the story flavor! Thank you so much, sweetie, your so kind! ^_^
Okay everyone! Just know that I am sorry for being a bitch, but I don't really appreciate flames. However, I shall try my hardest not to reply if I get anymore, kay? Anyway, here's the next chapter! It does have a song in it.
Chapter Five PG-13
AJ sat staring at nothing, sitting on a bench in the lovely garden, her thoughts drifting back to the Council. How in the world did she get roped into going? Brit must have brain washed her or something.
But the truth was, AJ was scared. Just plain scared. Sure, it wasn't everyday that a girl goes to a supposedly fictional world and gets asked to go along on a mission. But, AJ knew that not only would they change history, but they also faced a certain death. Neither knew enough combat arts to where they would survive. AJ was scared, she didn't want to die.
In all the fan-fictions she had read where this sort of thing happened, the heroines all seemed to be brave and courageous, not even worried that they might die. AJ was scared stiff. She was petrified. She had always thought that she would die at a ripe old age and in her sleep. Somehow, she just knew that wasn't how she was going to die now.
Whenever AJ was troubled, she did the one thing that soothed her. She sang.
/I tried to kill my pain But it only brought more (So much more) I lay dying And I'm pouring Crimson regret, and betrayal
I'm dying Praying I'm bleeding And screaming
Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?
My God! My Tourniquet! Return to me salvation My God! My Tourniquet! Return to me salvation
Do you remember me; Lost for so long? Will you be on the other side? Or will you forget me?
I'm dying Praying Bleeding And screaming
Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?
My God! My Tourniquet! Return to me salvation My God! My Tourniquet! Return to me salvation
(Return to me salvation) (I want to DIE!)
My God! My Tourniquet! Return to me salvation My God! My Tourniquet! Return to me salvation
My wounds cry for the grave My soul cries for deliverance Will I be denied? Christ! Tourniquet! My suicide.
(Return to me salvation) (Return to me salvation.)
"Tourniquet"
by Evanescence*
AJ sighed softly as she finished the song. She loved Evanescence, they were one of her favorite bands. Their songs were so powerful and beautiful, especially "Tourniquet". AJ used to love just going into her room and turning it up on the radio. There was very little possibility that would happen now.
"That was a very beautiful song," a quiet voice said from behind her, startling AJ. She whirled around, her blue eyes widened ever so faintly. There, behind her, stood the yummy yummy elf, Prince Legolas.
"Prince Legolas?!" She cried in dismay, having not forgotten how she had treated him when he found her.
His eyebrows rose a good two inches when she addressed him by his title, "Oh, so now we are on formal terms, Lady Andrea?"
"You know my name?" She said, staring at him stupidly, momentarily forgetting that her sister was there too and could have, in all possibility, told him her full name.
Softly, he chuckled, and sat down beside her, similar to what Aragorn had done before the Council.
"If you're here to try to talk me into doing something, please don't," AJ said, watching him in suspicion.
"Do you think that is what I am going to do?"
"I don't know. That is what Lord Aragorn did before the Council," she replied, still eyeing him warily.
Legolas shrugged, "Do not worry yourself, you are all ready going on the Quest, there is nothing more to convince you to do. Although, I'm sure Arwen and your sister would love me to convince you to wear a dress."
She snorted, "Fat chance of that happening."
"Excuse me?" He asked in confusion, not used to her slang. AJ rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, I forgot. It just means that there is very low probability of getting me into one of those fancy dresses. I prefer my outfit, thank you." AJ looked down at her dark jeans and boots, silently wishing he would leave her alone. Could he not tell she was nearly sick with fear?
He laughed, a rich, deep sound, "Yes, that is what I thought would happen."
"Listen, I'm sorry about what I said when you first came upon me. I didn't mean to be rude," AJ said bluntly, sick of all this play-talking.
Legolas sobered and looked at her seriously, "I quite understand. Believe me, I take no offense. You were injured and obviously upset. It was stupid of me to treat you as I did."
"Oh, please don't say that!" She moaned, "It makes me feel worse! There you were trying to be nice to me and I go all psycho-bitch on you! The least you can do is tell me I was being an ass."
"All right, you were being an ass."
"Gee, thank you for agreeing with me," AJ said sarcastically.
"Lady Andrea, you are being perverse. Believe me when I say that I hold no grudge. Do not beat upon yourself for nothing," Legolas said, and she believed him to be sincere.
She looked at him silently for a moment, then said, "All right, on one condition."
"And that is?"
"That you call me AJ instead of Lady Andrea. You make me sound like some old dowager empress," she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Again, Legolas laughed, "As long as you don't call me 'Prince Legolas'."
She smiled back at him and stuck out her hand, "Deal."
He looked at the outstretched appendage quizzically, "Why do you give me your hand?"
"..."
AJ grimaced, "It's called a handshake. When two people make a deal, they usually shake on it."
"Oh! Okay! So, I take your hand.. and you take mine?" He asked, looking like an eager puppy about to learn a new trick.
"Heh heh," AJ giggled dryly, highly embarrassed that an elf his age was acting like a child, "Yeah, that's the general idea."
She took his lean hand into hers and they shook awkwardly, Legolas paying avid attention through it all. When they were done, AJ forcibly removed her hand, the elf not quite understanding that you were supposed to let GO when you were done. She moaned and held her head in her hand.
"Why are you here, Legolas," she asked, desperate to talk about something else so she didn't have to explain anything else to the poor man, er, elf.
"I was walking through the gardens, and I heard a voice singing, you. Never before had I heard such a style of singing, so I stopped to listen. Do you truly wish to die?" He asked now, and AJ had a sinking feeling that that was the true reason he actually came up to her.
"No, Legolas. It's a song. Those are just the lyrics. Sometimes, when I'm upset, I sing the song to soothe my soul," AJ replied softly.
Legolas nodded in understanding, "I do as well. I find that singing is very calming, especially when I am angered by one of my father's advisor's."
AJ grinned when he said that, his nose bunched up in disgust similar to she had done earlier, looking VERY handsome. She shook herself quickly, AJ had no time nor room for romance.
"Being royalty must suck."
"I do not know what suck means, but I have faith it is not something overly horrible, therefore I agree, it does. suck."
She laughed then, "You're hopeless."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
AJ hummed softly as she walked to her room. It was nearly midnight, and she had just finished eating. She had always been a late eater.
Finally managing to get to her room after getting lost several times, AJ opened the heavy wooden door with difficulty.
"Gosh dangit! You'd think that if they'd wanted to get into their rooms without pulling a muscle they'd have thinner doors!" AJ growled as she finally got the door open. Of course, it could be that they were thin, and she was just too tired, therefore weak.
"Having problems, AJ?" Brit said from where she sat on her sisters bed. They had not gotten to talk alone since the Council.
She glared at the other girl, who now wore a frothy piece similar to what AJ had woken up in that first day. Brit sat defiantly on the bed, obviously preparing for a fight. Apparently, she didn't think that AJ was going to be so willing to go.
"What do you want, Brit? I'm tired, and its late," AJ said softly as she walked around the bed to the vanity in the corner of the room.
"Aren't you going to give me some cock-and-bull story why we shouldn't go?" Brit asked in surprise.
AJ sighed as she took off her black sweater, now standing before the mirror in merely her bra and jeans, "Look, Brit, I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. I said I'd go on the Quest and damnit, I will. What more do you want me to say? That I'm going to chicken out at the last minute? Not bloody likely. That I'm scared? Hell yes, I'm terrified. But will I betray a promise? No."
"Are you truly scared, AJ" Brit asked in a soft voice that had a funny tone in it which AJ could not place.
"Yes. I most likely will be vilely ill very soon," AJ responded, brushing her fingers through the tangled mess formerly known as her hair.
Brit looked up at her, her eyes becoming moist, "I am, too, AJ."
She turned to her sister and smiled sympathetically, then opened her arms. Brit jumped off the bed and ran into them, and the sister's hugged tightly.
"Don't worry, Huny," AJ said calmly, using her old nickname for her sister, "We'll be fine. We're going to save the world! How many girls can say that they got to do that?"
Her sister shook her head, "We're going to die, aren't we?"
AJ was silent for a long moment, "It seems likely we will."
Brit buffeted her shoulder, "Brat! You were supposed to say no, you numbskull!"
"What? How the Hell am I supposed to know what you want me to say!? Ow, stop hitting me, you brute!" AJ laughed maniacally and dodged her sisters blows, running for the bed and grabbing a random pillow.
She flung the fluffy thing at her sister, hitting her square in the face. Brit shrieked in mock outrage, and picked the pillow up off the floor where it had fallen, and attacked AJ, who now held another pillow. They giggled and shrieked as they regressed to their younger days when they would have fights in the water puddles and come back soaking wet.
Finally, AJ got Brit in the stomach and sent her flying on to the bed. Soon after, AJ herself plopped down onto the large contraption in the middle of the room. They were both still giggling and panting hard, Brit lying on her stomach and AJ on her back. Silence ensued for several moments.
"Hey AJ?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad that when I die, I know I've died trying to save somebody. I don't think I would have liked to die by a natural cause, not knowing that I can and will be a hero someday," Brit said softly.
"I know, Brit. I know."
Well, there we go! Chapter Five!
*= I don't own Evanescence or any of their lyrics! I wish I did, but wishing gets nowhere, right?
Hoped you guys liked the chapter, and if not, well, too bad! ^_^ Bye bye for now, Sparky!