A/N: AGAIN!! Sorry for all the mistakes!! ^_^;;
I can't really remember when I defiantly first opened my eyes. I just remember haze, Lots of it. Things moving as a blur…
I was awake for a long time but not aware of my surroundings. When I finally did become aware of everything, I was lying in my bed, the covered tucked around me. My head throbbed in pain, not only because I was sick but also the fact that it was used as a punching back didn't help much. It seemed to be about midday but I couldn't be sure. I heard the phone ring, catching me off guard. I reached for my nightstand and pulled the receiver to my ear.
"Hello?" a mutter came from my mouth.
"Terry! Oh good your home! I've been calling for like hours!! I'm stuck at school and mother is stuck at work," My sister blared at me.
"Why?" I asked.
"Freak snow storm. Only your school let out in time, lucky!" I sat up and cradled my head in my free hand.
"How are you going to get home" I asked. I noticed I was stripped of my duster and loafers.
"I can't. I'm here until tomorrow. All the snowplows are out of order right now. Same goes for mom."
How stupid, they knew winter was here but they didn't think to fix the snowplows. This world is filled with a bunch of idiots! I sighed and told my sister I would be fine.
After saying good-bye and hung up, I came the numb realization that there was an elf that more then likely is in my house. I really didn't put two and two together until then. I felt like such an idiot right there. I stood and walked over to my window. I opened the blinds and looked straight outside. The world was covered by whiteness. It seemed about 3 feet deep and had no signs of letting up. I closed the blinds and turned to see the elf standing in my doorway.
"Ah, your awake." I stared at him with intense eyes feeling my blood boil.
"Its your fault I got attacked!! And sick!" I yelled at him, throwing my hands in the air.
"How is it my fault?" He asked, coking his head to one side.
"If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have stayed in the woods in pouring rain and if I wasn't trying to look for you today I would have just gone directly home and not have to deal with that bitch of a girl Tami!" I screamed at him. He came walking towards me, and I'll admit it. I was scared out of my mind. I thought he would attack me. But I then I observed the look in his eye, something that can't really be described, just sort of felt. In that moment I knew he would never try to harm me…. At least I hoped so.
"My deepest apologies," he said bowing his head. I backed against the window and stared at him. "I would have killed you if it was not for your innocence."
"My innocence?" I asked with a dumbfounded expression. Me? Innocent? That was a good one.
"As you lay there on the ground, my arrow pressed into your skin I saw within you the innocence of a child. I do not have the heart to kill a child, not one so pure and as young as you. If it wasn't for your look of innocence you would have been dead by now."
"I'm not innocent. Not by a long shot." I said raising my voice at him. He looked back at me and moved slightly closer. "Who are you?" I asked after a long silence.
"I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood." He stated with proud resolve in his eyes. I never doubted him. If you were in my shoes you would have done the same. I trusted in him. I always knew he spoke the truth it was just one of those 'feelings'. I think from that day forward I believed in my feelings more, I entrusted them with my life. Bold thing to do really…. If you think about it.
"How did you get here?" I asked as my curiosity grew.
"I'm not sure how" He said, his tone growing soft and distant. "I was out in Mirkwood, when suddenly a storm came. I tried to take cover but the next thing I know I'm whisked here. I do not know where this is, but I do know that this is neither the land of Mirkwood nor the world of middle-earth. When suddenly you come along, into those woods. I was frightened and attacked and for that I am sorry."
He didn't speak one word about my crying, but I knew he thought of it. I also came to the conclusion that he let me cry in his arms because he saw in me 'the innocence of a child'. I suppose my crying only fueled the idea of me being innocent. I chose to let him believe it. Nice to know someone thinks your innocent. Don't think its true? Well, what people do you know that really think you're innocent? If you know any, then don't you get that warm feeling inside, the feeling you just can't put your finger on, but I most protest that its probably nothing compared to the feeling you get when an elf claims you to be innocent.
"But," I couldn't think of anything to finish the sentence with. There was nothing I could say. Nothing that wouldn't make me sounds like a stupid bitch.
There where so many questions but they just couldn't be formed into words or sentences. At least I couldn't, and even though I tried, it didn't come out in any logical way, just a bunch of bladder and words that he didn't even understand. I spoke too much in the slang of a Californian. Not so much saying 'like' all the time but more of rolling my words back, not pronouncing things right. Like instead of 'I don't know' it came out more like 'I-dunno' just one big word, that he really didn't catch.
"I assure you. I know nothing more then I already told you." I didn't want to say anything about the story that took place in the books, fearing maybe it was before that time. I didn't want to give him any information about that, what person with common sense would? "What is your name?" he asked with such sincerity.
I told him.
"It is an honor to meet you," he said as he reached for my hand again. I pulled my hand back before he touched it. I have a thing about human contact. I don't like it. Even when it comes to family I'm a little iffy.
I walked to my door and stepped into the hall. I made my way into the living room and to the stairs. As I walked up them I knew Legolas was following me like a stray puppy, clinging close to whoever showed it kindness.
When I reached the spare bedroom I opened the door for him. "You can stay here," I said gesturing into the room. Legolas stared with dancing eyes. He was more then likely amazed by it all. I would be too. I mean, thrown into a world you know nothing about, it seems like your world but it's vastly different. It would be overwhelming for some people, probably for all.
He slowly made his way into the bedroom and looked around. I walked to the window and opened the blinds to give it light. Not very much though. "This is truly amazing…" he trailed off, it seemed he was talking to himself more then I. "Tell me, where is your family?"
"They're going to be gone until tomorrow. The snow storm has pretty much stopped the town from working," I told him as I walked over to the bed and patted it down to get the dust off.
It seemed like he was trying to hide his fear. Trying to remain brave in the greatest of odds (although bravery isn't the absence of fear only something more important the fear). I guessed the thing he wanted most was to get home. I didn't blame him, who wouldn't?
"I see…" he trailed off again. "Thank you."
"No problem. I figure you're in some need of compassion, considering what has happened," I said shrugging it off like it was nothing. But it was something it was everything.
"Why… Why did you cry-" I left the room before he finished the sentence.
As I walked down the stairs I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. I mean, wouldn't you? Given everything and still wanting more. How selfish is that? I couldn't help it. I went into my room and changed into some warm pajamas.
I thought about something for Legolas to wear that didn't make him look like he got lost on his way to a fair or something. But the only clothes for a male in the house were the ones my father wore. I didn't want to touch them; it was like desecrating a tomb or something.
I walk in a daze back to the living room and flopped down on the couch. I pulled warm blankets around me and looked over at the loveseat. Legolas' bow, quiver and knives were neatly set against one of the cushions. I rolled over and soon heard a clamor from upstairs. I jumped up and ran towards the stairs and rush to the room. He wasn't in the room. I looked around and found my way into my sister's bathroom. He had knocked down all of her things to the floor.
"What on earth happened?" I asked, annoyed with him. All I wanted to do was sleep but with an elf around it didn't seem likely. He looked at me as I stared at him. He gestured to the toilet.
"What is that?" he asked. I explained what a toilet is and what it is used for. If I didn't know any better his face turned bright red.
I walked back downstairs and stared blankly at the TV. Indifference came over my body. Quite shocking. How would you react if there was an elf or for that mater just someone you've dreamed about for so long just appear in your house or try to kill and later save your life? Probably way different from the way I reacted. Maybe I was just too tired to care. But either way I just felt indifferent.
It wasn't long before I fell asleep again. When awoke I knew I would have to cook. For that matter, what would I cook? What do elves eat? I had no idea, but I was sure that whatever I made would satisfy him. I knew he was just thankful to be out of the cold.
A/N: Grahh I'm moving so slow! Ack. This sucks.. oh well.
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I can't really remember when I defiantly first opened my eyes. I just remember haze, Lots of it. Things moving as a blur…
I was awake for a long time but not aware of my surroundings. When I finally did become aware of everything, I was lying in my bed, the covered tucked around me. My head throbbed in pain, not only because I was sick but also the fact that it was used as a punching back didn't help much. It seemed to be about midday but I couldn't be sure. I heard the phone ring, catching me off guard. I reached for my nightstand and pulled the receiver to my ear.
"Hello?" a mutter came from my mouth.
"Terry! Oh good your home! I've been calling for like hours!! I'm stuck at school and mother is stuck at work," My sister blared at me.
"Why?" I asked.
"Freak snow storm. Only your school let out in time, lucky!" I sat up and cradled my head in my free hand.
"How are you going to get home" I asked. I noticed I was stripped of my duster and loafers.
"I can't. I'm here until tomorrow. All the snowplows are out of order right now. Same goes for mom."
How stupid, they knew winter was here but they didn't think to fix the snowplows. This world is filled with a bunch of idiots! I sighed and told my sister I would be fine.
After saying good-bye and hung up, I came the numb realization that there was an elf that more then likely is in my house. I really didn't put two and two together until then. I felt like such an idiot right there. I stood and walked over to my window. I opened the blinds and looked straight outside. The world was covered by whiteness. It seemed about 3 feet deep and had no signs of letting up. I closed the blinds and turned to see the elf standing in my doorway.
"Ah, your awake." I stared at him with intense eyes feeling my blood boil.
"Its your fault I got attacked!! And sick!" I yelled at him, throwing my hands in the air.
"How is it my fault?" He asked, coking his head to one side.
"If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have stayed in the woods in pouring rain and if I wasn't trying to look for you today I would have just gone directly home and not have to deal with that bitch of a girl Tami!" I screamed at him. He came walking towards me, and I'll admit it. I was scared out of my mind. I thought he would attack me. But I then I observed the look in his eye, something that can't really be described, just sort of felt. In that moment I knew he would never try to harm me…. At least I hoped so.
"My deepest apologies," he said bowing his head. I backed against the window and stared at him. "I would have killed you if it was not for your innocence."
"My innocence?" I asked with a dumbfounded expression. Me? Innocent? That was a good one.
"As you lay there on the ground, my arrow pressed into your skin I saw within you the innocence of a child. I do not have the heart to kill a child, not one so pure and as young as you. If it wasn't for your look of innocence you would have been dead by now."
"I'm not innocent. Not by a long shot." I said raising my voice at him. He looked back at me and moved slightly closer. "Who are you?" I asked after a long silence.
"I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood." He stated with proud resolve in his eyes. I never doubted him. If you were in my shoes you would have done the same. I trusted in him. I always knew he spoke the truth it was just one of those 'feelings'. I think from that day forward I believed in my feelings more, I entrusted them with my life. Bold thing to do really…. If you think about it.
"How did you get here?" I asked as my curiosity grew.
"I'm not sure how" He said, his tone growing soft and distant. "I was out in Mirkwood, when suddenly a storm came. I tried to take cover but the next thing I know I'm whisked here. I do not know where this is, but I do know that this is neither the land of Mirkwood nor the world of middle-earth. When suddenly you come along, into those woods. I was frightened and attacked and for that I am sorry."
He didn't speak one word about my crying, but I knew he thought of it. I also came to the conclusion that he let me cry in his arms because he saw in me 'the innocence of a child'. I suppose my crying only fueled the idea of me being innocent. I chose to let him believe it. Nice to know someone thinks your innocent. Don't think its true? Well, what people do you know that really think you're innocent? If you know any, then don't you get that warm feeling inside, the feeling you just can't put your finger on, but I most protest that its probably nothing compared to the feeling you get when an elf claims you to be innocent.
"But," I couldn't think of anything to finish the sentence with. There was nothing I could say. Nothing that wouldn't make me sounds like a stupid bitch.
There where so many questions but they just couldn't be formed into words or sentences. At least I couldn't, and even though I tried, it didn't come out in any logical way, just a bunch of bladder and words that he didn't even understand. I spoke too much in the slang of a Californian. Not so much saying 'like' all the time but more of rolling my words back, not pronouncing things right. Like instead of 'I don't know' it came out more like 'I-dunno' just one big word, that he really didn't catch.
"I assure you. I know nothing more then I already told you." I didn't want to say anything about the story that took place in the books, fearing maybe it was before that time. I didn't want to give him any information about that, what person with common sense would? "What is your name?" he asked with such sincerity.
I told him.
"It is an honor to meet you," he said as he reached for my hand again. I pulled my hand back before he touched it. I have a thing about human contact. I don't like it. Even when it comes to family I'm a little iffy.
I walked to my door and stepped into the hall. I made my way into the living room and to the stairs. As I walked up them I knew Legolas was following me like a stray puppy, clinging close to whoever showed it kindness.
When I reached the spare bedroom I opened the door for him. "You can stay here," I said gesturing into the room. Legolas stared with dancing eyes. He was more then likely amazed by it all. I would be too. I mean, thrown into a world you know nothing about, it seems like your world but it's vastly different. It would be overwhelming for some people, probably for all.
He slowly made his way into the bedroom and looked around. I walked to the window and opened the blinds to give it light. Not very much though. "This is truly amazing…" he trailed off, it seemed he was talking to himself more then I. "Tell me, where is your family?"
"They're going to be gone until tomorrow. The snow storm has pretty much stopped the town from working," I told him as I walked over to the bed and patted it down to get the dust off.
It seemed like he was trying to hide his fear. Trying to remain brave in the greatest of odds (although bravery isn't the absence of fear only something more important the fear). I guessed the thing he wanted most was to get home. I didn't blame him, who wouldn't?
"I see…" he trailed off again. "Thank you."
"No problem. I figure you're in some need of compassion, considering what has happened," I said shrugging it off like it was nothing. But it was something it was everything.
"Why… Why did you cry-" I left the room before he finished the sentence.
As I walked down the stairs I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. I mean, wouldn't you? Given everything and still wanting more. How selfish is that? I couldn't help it. I went into my room and changed into some warm pajamas.
I thought about something for Legolas to wear that didn't make him look like he got lost on his way to a fair or something. But the only clothes for a male in the house were the ones my father wore. I didn't want to touch them; it was like desecrating a tomb or something.
I walk in a daze back to the living room and flopped down on the couch. I pulled warm blankets around me and looked over at the loveseat. Legolas' bow, quiver and knives were neatly set against one of the cushions. I rolled over and soon heard a clamor from upstairs. I jumped up and ran towards the stairs and rush to the room. He wasn't in the room. I looked around and found my way into my sister's bathroom. He had knocked down all of her things to the floor.
"What on earth happened?" I asked, annoyed with him. All I wanted to do was sleep but with an elf around it didn't seem likely. He looked at me as I stared at him. He gestured to the toilet.
"What is that?" he asked. I explained what a toilet is and what it is used for. If I didn't know any better his face turned bright red.
I walked back downstairs and stared blankly at the TV. Indifference came over my body. Quite shocking. How would you react if there was an elf or for that mater just someone you've dreamed about for so long just appear in your house or try to kill and later save your life? Probably way different from the way I reacted. Maybe I was just too tired to care. But either way I just felt indifferent.
It wasn't long before I fell asleep again. When awoke I knew I would have to cook. For that matter, what would I cook? What do elves eat? I had no idea, but I was sure that whatever I made would satisfy him. I knew he was just thankful to be out of the cold.
A/N: Grahh I'm moving so slow! Ack. This sucks.. oh well.
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