I woke up with a jolt. My head was pounding with pain. I closed my eyes and
started to massage my temples. What was I doing? I tried to remember what
happened before. The old lady! She ran me over with her car just because I
bumped into her!
I jumped to my feet and was about to shout out all the swear words I could think of but then I noticed I wasn't on the street right across my house anymore. I was.I was.I was in the middle of a busy.town it seemed.
All the people around me were wearing filthy clothing with dirt in their hair and hands. It didn't even look like clothing, more like rags. The ground was not of paved cement but dirt. The houses were not of glass or wood but of hay and logs. Was there such a place in the States? Wait; was I in the States at all?
I walked over to the nearest man I was standing to. "Excuse me Mr., but where is this place?"
The old man looked me up and down then grinned. He appeared to have no teeth at all. "I am free tonight. How much do you charge?"
I stared at him in amusement. His expression did not change and soon I felt like I wanted to throw up. I left him and his stupid grin and approached a woman this time.
"Can you believe that dude over there thought I was a prostitute?!" I pointed to the ugly old man. He was winking at me now. Disgusting!
"You sure look like one to me." She said flatly then turned back to her shopping.
I scowled at the back of her head. "What is wrong with these people?" I asked myself. I was thinking of asking a child, when I heard a loud thundering. It wasn't coming from the sky but somewhere behind those houses. And then I heard the loudest scream shouting orcs. "What the hell are orcs?"
Everyone started to scream and yell and they all ran in the opposite direction of the thundering. And I saw it.The most horrible thing or creature on horses.
The creatures had muddy faces with eyes as big as tennis balls. Some of them were bald but if they did have hair, it was all dirty and matted to the side of their faces.
Before I could start to run with the crowd, the orcs already reached me. One of them stopped right next to me and smiled slyly. I stared at him with wide eyes. He aimed his crossbow at me. I quickly turned to run but I was too late.
Pain seared through my entire shoulder and down my back. I fell to my knees and collapsed. I could hear screams all around me as the horses ran past me. One actually stepped on my foot! Slowly, white circles dotted around me and expanded until all I saw was white.
~*~
I don't know how long I was unconscious but then a felt an awful lot of pain on my left shoulder and my right foot which brought me back to my senses. 'Good, at least I'm not dead.' Then I heard voices, two male voices.
"Orcs!"
"Sauron's plan is unraveling."
"Everyone has fled or is dead."
"We better get to Roaenim. I believe that is where they're heading."
'Wait! Don't leave me behind! I'm not dead.am I?' I tried as hard as I could to say something but all I made out was a soft "hmm." They're never going to hear that! Or not. Their footsteps seized.
"What is it?"
"Men still alive."
I heard more footsteps and felt someone lift me into their arms.
"M'lady, are you alright?"
'Well, that's a smart question. There's a goddamn freaking arrow in my shoulder!' I slowly opened my eyes and looked into the face of a man. He had shoulder length wavy brown hair with brown eyes. His clothing looked really old. I mean really old, like back in the 11th century. He seemed like a really tough guy but his eyes gave him away.
I looked past him into the grey sky. I tried to talk but my throat was really dry. I opened my mouth to tell him but nothing came out. The man seemed to get this for he quickly went to get his water supply. He fed me and my throat felt soothed.
Then another man came up to me with something in his hands that he intended me to eat. This guy caught my attention right away. He had long blonde hair and lavender blue eyes. I loved his eyes. I felt mesmerized by them. People had a saying that you could tell a lot about the person by looking at their eyes. I could tell he was a sensitive person. His features were soft, yet strong.
I opened my mouth and finally something came out. "What is that?"
"These are Lalaine leaves. It will make you numb."
"Why the hell would I want to be numb?" I croaked in horror. I forgot all about his eyes.
"So that I can pull the arrow out of your shoulder."
I looked at my left shoulder and saw the tip poking out of my white shirt. I looked over my shoulder and there was the rest of the arrow sticking out. "You are not touching me. I don't even know you!"
"I am Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood and that is Aragorn of Gondor."
Legolas moved forward with the leaves in his hands but I backed away, only bumping into Aragorn's chest. He held onto my arms, not letting me go.
"Let me go!" While I said this, Legolas stuffed the leaves into my mouth. Ya sure, sensitive alright. It tasted bitter. As I was about to spit it back out, Legolas poured some water into my mouth. Instead of making me swallow it, I started to cough.
Legolas reached out and brushed my chest gently. Finally, the leaves went down my throat. "Are you trying to take advantage of me?" I said, cautiously. Even though he was sensitive, I could tell he could be dangerous.
"We certainly mean no harm." Aragorn said from behind.
Suddenly, I felt a cool feeling run down my whole body. I couldn't feel any more pain.
"Turn around," Aragorn said.
I really didn't want to do this, but what choice did I have? I turned around, lying on Aragorn's chest. Why should I even trust these guys? For one thing, they found me but I wouldn't exactly say they saved me. Well, not yet.
"Ready?"
I shut my eyes tight and hid my face in the crook of his shoulder. Aragorn patted me comfortingly on my right arm. I waited impatiently for the pain to come but it never did.
"Oh, come on already!" I turned around and saw Legolas sitting there, holding an arrow. I looked down at my shoulder and saw a red circle enlarging on my white top.
"I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding! I'm going to bleed to death! What did you do?"
Legolas grabbed his water bottle, but he didn't drink it. He seemed to be spitting into it. He brought it to my face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? You expect me to drink your saliva?"
Aragorn saw the look on my face so he explained. "Do not worry. It is only for your good. Elven saliva will make your wound stop bleeding."
For a second, I thought he said elven. It's probably his nickname.
Legolas took hold of my chin, not allowing my head to move, and poured some of it into my mouth.
I learned a new thing about lavender blue eyes people. They feed you their saliva. Mental note: stay away from them, though it was hard to stay away from this particular lavender blue eyed person. "What's so special about his saliva?"
"He is an elf that is why."
I laughed out loud. "You look a bit too big for Santa's helper."
Legolas and Aragorn looked at her questioningly. "Is that what men call my father?" Legolas asked.
Aragorn furrowed his brow. "I do not think that is so, but perhaps these villagers call King Thranduil that."
"They even call him king?! Then all the pictures I'd seen when I was small must have been a really bad copy." I said disbelievingly.
"They had pictures of my father?" Legolas asked curiously. He thought about this for a while then a small smile of pride appeared on his lips.
I shook my head, laughing slightly. Aragorn helped me to my feet.
"We better set out to Roaenim. Here, take my cloak for you shall feel cold from the loss of blood." Legolas wrapped his cloak around my shoulders. Surprisingly, he was right. I began to feel a little dizzy too. "Your foot is hurt. I will carry you." Legolas swept me off my feet.
As I came into contact with his body, I noticed a sweet aroma radiating from him. It didn't smell like cologne. I had a feeling that it came from within him. "Wait," I said, placing a hand on his chest, "I'm coming with you?"
"Of course!" Aragorn exclaimed. "There are orcs everywhere. It would not be safe for you to stay in your village."
Before I could say that I didn't belong there, they headed towards the borders of a forest. "I can walk. Put me down!" I demanded through gritted teeth.
"If you can walk then I can fly." Legolas said, sarcastically.
"With a reindeer, you can. It's very tempting to stab you right now."
"With what do you plan on stabbing me with, my lady?"
I looked around desperately but found nothing. "My finger!" I jabbed him in the chest as hard as I could with my index finger.
Legolas plastered on a fake grimace and said, "That pains me a lot."
Aragorn couldn't help but laugh. I glared at him over Legolas' shoulder. He quickly fell silent. Legolas' grimace turned into a smile.
For a nice sensitive guy, he could be annoying. I sighed as I realized my fate. 'I'm stuck with two men who one just happens to be Santa's son. I looked at Legolas' face. Those eyes were just..so inhuman. It had a strange sparkle to it. Well, I guess he's not bad looking, but all he did with the leaves and saliva just.ugh! Wait, am I still bleeding?
I looked down at my read stained shirt. Sure enough, it had stopped. I guess Santa's little helper's spit did work.
"What are you looking at?"
I snapped out of my thoughts and realized I was still looking at him. His blue eyes were boring into me. I quickly looked away. "Nothing." I felt uncomfortable with the silence so I changed the subject. "Where are we?"
"We're in Trollshaws." Aragorn replied.
"We are still in U.S. right?" I asked worriedly.
"No, this is Middle Earth." Aragorn said confusion clear on his face.
"So are we like in the mantle?" I asked stupidly.
"Mantle?" Legolas inquired.
I shook my head. "Never mind." If we're in Middle Earth, then where's U.S.? How did I get here? Middle Earth.It sounds so familiar. Wasn't that what the nerds talked about at school? I shuddered at the thought.
I jumped to my feet and was about to shout out all the swear words I could think of but then I noticed I wasn't on the street right across my house anymore. I was.I was.I was in the middle of a busy.town it seemed.
All the people around me were wearing filthy clothing with dirt in their hair and hands. It didn't even look like clothing, more like rags. The ground was not of paved cement but dirt. The houses were not of glass or wood but of hay and logs. Was there such a place in the States? Wait; was I in the States at all?
I walked over to the nearest man I was standing to. "Excuse me Mr., but where is this place?"
The old man looked me up and down then grinned. He appeared to have no teeth at all. "I am free tonight. How much do you charge?"
I stared at him in amusement. His expression did not change and soon I felt like I wanted to throw up. I left him and his stupid grin and approached a woman this time.
"Can you believe that dude over there thought I was a prostitute?!" I pointed to the ugly old man. He was winking at me now. Disgusting!
"You sure look like one to me." She said flatly then turned back to her shopping.
I scowled at the back of her head. "What is wrong with these people?" I asked myself. I was thinking of asking a child, when I heard a loud thundering. It wasn't coming from the sky but somewhere behind those houses. And then I heard the loudest scream shouting orcs. "What the hell are orcs?"
Everyone started to scream and yell and they all ran in the opposite direction of the thundering. And I saw it.The most horrible thing or creature on horses.
The creatures had muddy faces with eyes as big as tennis balls. Some of them were bald but if they did have hair, it was all dirty and matted to the side of their faces.
Before I could start to run with the crowd, the orcs already reached me. One of them stopped right next to me and smiled slyly. I stared at him with wide eyes. He aimed his crossbow at me. I quickly turned to run but I was too late.
Pain seared through my entire shoulder and down my back. I fell to my knees and collapsed. I could hear screams all around me as the horses ran past me. One actually stepped on my foot! Slowly, white circles dotted around me and expanded until all I saw was white.
~*~
I don't know how long I was unconscious but then a felt an awful lot of pain on my left shoulder and my right foot which brought me back to my senses. 'Good, at least I'm not dead.' Then I heard voices, two male voices.
"Orcs!"
"Sauron's plan is unraveling."
"Everyone has fled or is dead."
"We better get to Roaenim. I believe that is where they're heading."
'Wait! Don't leave me behind! I'm not dead.am I?' I tried as hard as I could to say something but all I made out was a soft "hmm." They're never going to hear that! Or not. Their footsteps seized.
"What is it?"
"Men still alive."
I heard more footsteps and felt someone lift me into their arms.
"M'lady, are you alright?"
'Well, that's a smart question. There's a goddamn freaking arrow in my shoulder!' I slowly opened my eyes and looked into the face of a man. He had shoulder length wavy brown hair with brown eyes. His clothing looked really old. I mean really old, like back in the 11th century. He seemed like a really tough guy but his eyes gave him away.
I looked past him into the grey sky. I tried to talk but my throat was really dry. I opened my mouth to tell him but nothing came out. The man seemed to get this for he quickly went to get his water supply. He fed me and my throat felt soothed.
Then another man came up to me with something in his hands that he intended me to eat. This guy caught my attention right away. He had long blonde hair and lavender blue eyes. I loved his eyes. I felt mesmerized by them. People had a saying that you could tell a lot about the person by looking at their eyes. I could tell he was a sensitive person. His features were soft, yet strong.
I opened my mouth and finally something came out. "What is that?"
"These are Lalaine leaves. It will make you numb."
"Why the hell would I want to be numb?" I croaked in horror. I forgot all about his eyes.
"So that I can pull the arrow out of your shoulder."
I looked at my left shoulder and saw the tip poking out of my white shirt. I looked over my shoulder and there was the rest of the arrow sticking out. "You are not touching me. I don't even know you!"
"I am Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood and that is Aragorn of Gondor."
Legolas moved forward with the leaves in his hands but I backed away, only bumping into Aragorn's chest. He held onto my arms, not letting me go.
"Let me go!" While I said this, Legolas stuffed the leaves into my mouth. Ya sure, sensitive alright. It tasted bitter. As I was about to spit it back out, Legolas poured some water into my mouth. Instead of making me swallow it, I started to cough.
Legolas reached out and brushed my chest gently. Finally, the leaves went down my throat. "Are you trying to take advantage of me?" I said, cautiously. Even though he was sensitive, I could tell he could be dangerous.
"We certainly mean no harm." Aragorn said from behind.
Suddenly, I felt a cool feeling run down my whole body. I couldn't feel any more pain.
"Turn around," Aragorn said.
I really didn't want to do this, but what choice did I have? I turned around, lying on Aragorn's chest. Why should I even trust these guys? For one thing, they found me but I wouldn't exactly say they saved me. Well, not yet.
"Ready?"
I shut my eyes tight and hid my face in the crook of his shoulder. Aragorn patted me comfortingly on my right arm. I waited impatiently for the pain to come but it never did.
"Oh, come on already!" I turned around and saw Legolas sitting there, holding an arrow. I looked down at my shoulder and saw a red circle enlarging on my white top.
"I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding! I'm going to bleed to death! What did you do?"
Legolas grabbed his water bottle, but he didn't drink it. He seemed to be spitting into it. He brought it to my face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? You expect me to drink your saliva?"
Aragorn saw the look on my face so he explained. "Do not worry. It is only for your good. Elven saliva will make your wound stop bleeding."
For a second, I thought he said elven. It's probably his nickname.
Legolas took hold of my chin, not allowing my head to move, and poured some of it into my mouth.
I learned a new thing about lavender blue eyes people. They feed you their saliva. Mental note: stay away from them, though it was hard to stay away from this particular lavender blue eyed person. "What's so special about his saliva?"
"He is an elf that is why."
I laughed out loud. "You look a bit too big for Santa's helper."
Legolas and Aragorn looked at her questioningly. "Is that what men call my father?" Legolas asked.
Aragorn furrowed his brow. "I do not think that is so, but perhaps these villagers call King Thranduil that."
"They even call him king?! Then all the pictures I'd seen when I was small must have been a really bad copy." I said disbelievingly.
"They had pictures of my father?" Legolas asked curiously. He thought about this for a while then a small smile of pride appeared on his lips.
I shook my head, laughing slightly. Aragorn helped me to my feet.
"We better set out to Roaenim. Here, take my cloak for you shall feel cold from the loss of blood." Legolas wrapped his cloak around my shoulders. Surprisingly, he was right. I began to feel a little dizzy too. "Your foot is hurt. I will carry you." Legolas swept me off my feet.
As I came into contact with his body, I noticed a sweet aroma radiating from him. It didn't smell like cologne. I had a feeling that it came from within him. "Wait," I said, placing a hand on his chest, "I'm coming with you?"
"Of course!" Aragorn exclaimed. "There are orcs everywhere. It would not be safe for you to stay in your village."
Before I could say that I didn't belong there, they headed towards the borders of a forest. "I can walk. Put me down!" I demanded through gritted teeth.
"If you can walk then I can fly." Legolas said, sarcastically.
"With a reindeer, you can. It's very tempting to stab you right now."
"With what do you plan on stabbing me with, my lady?"
I looked around desperately but found nothing. "My finger!" I jabbed him in the chest as hard as I could with my index finger.
Legolas plastered on a fake grimace and said, "That pains me a lot."
Aragorn couldn't help but laugh. I glared at him over Legolas' shoulder. He quickly fell silent. Legolas' grimace turned into a smile.
For a nice sensitive guy, he could be annoying. I sighed as I realized my fate. 'I'm stuck with two men who one just happens to be Santa's son. I looked at Legolas' face. Those eyes were just..so inhuman. It had a strange sparkle to it. Well, I guess he's not bad looking, but all he did with the leaves and saliva just.ugh! Wait, am I still bleeding?
I looked down at my read stained shirt. Sure enough, it had stopped. I guess Santa's little helper's spit did work.
"What are you looking at?"
I snapped out of my thoughts and realized I was still looking at him. His blue eyes were boring into me. I quickly looked away. "Nothing." I felt uncomfortable with the silence so I changed the subject. "Where are we?"
"We're in Trollshaws." Aragorn replied.
"We are still in U.S. right?" I asked worriedly.
"No, this is Middle Earth." Aragorn said confusion clear on his face.
"So are we like in the mantle?" I asked stupidly.
"Mantle?" Legolas inquired.
I shook my head. "Never mind." If we're in Middle Earth, then where's U.S.? How did I get here? Middle Earth.It sounds so familiar. Wasn't that what the nerds talked about at school? I shuddered at the thought.