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Chapter I – Whoa...
Sleep started to fade, and Rogue slowly opened her eyes, immediately grabbing for the blankets to pull up farther, but realizing there was none to pull up. Wind blew her hair across her face. Tucking it back behind her ears, she thought to herself that she must've left a window open. Wait. There are no windows in my dorm room. She sat up to find that she was outside. How in the world... Light shone all around her, yet it seemed to have a green tint, and came from above, reflecting off everything. Trees, vines, logs, she was in a forest. Maybe...it's some far side of the courtyard. But...who would bring me here...? No. It's not the courtyard...I've been to every corner.
She thought of just about every explanation possible. (Or at least she thought she had...) An invasion? Have I been taken hostage? All these thoughts flashed through her mind, and soon, she realized she was running, and fast. From what...she didn't know, but she frantically called out for someone, incase someone else was out there. Wherever 'there' was. She slowed to a jog after about twenty minutes, gasping for air. Then...all went black, and she fell forward into the underbrush.
She awoke to a nudge in the side with the handle of a sword. Where am I? What the heck... Quick reflexes found her snatching the sword away with a quick move of her arm, and standing up. But she soon dropped it, and fell to her knees again. She grabbed her head; oww... she had hit it hard on a rock when she fainted earlier. 'Oh umm...hi there.' She said, slowly looking up. 'Uhh...are those arrows? Whoa, whoa... ya don't need to be pointing those at me. Ah mean no harm...' her southern accent flowing; she was surrounded by about seven men. Or were they men? Are those tights? They...yep. They're guys. WOAH! Pointy... ears...
'State your business in Mirkwood, miss,' one said, seemingly taller than the others, with a much fairer face, and intense blue eyes. He looks so familiar... luckily, once they realized she was a woman, they lowered their weapons.
'Ah, uh... Mirkwood? That's where ah am? Ah've heard of that before. Do ah know you...? Seems like I've met ya before...' she answered lamely.
'I do not believe we've met; I am Legolas. You are a day's travel into Mirkwood. My party and I spotted you as we are heading towards the borders,' he explained.
'Legolas...Legolas!! AH KNOW ah've heard that name. Oh...it can't be...' With her eyes clenched shut, she pinched herself hard. Nothing happened.
'There's no need to harm yourself, miss. Here, you look cold.' He reached over to wrap his cloak around her, but she jerked away.
'I...I'm not going to hurt you. Here...I was just going to lend you my cloak.' He handed it to her, feeling offended. He wasn't trying to frighten her...
'No, no...it's not that,' she apologized, still in a daze. 'Ah would prefer ya not touch my skin. See... somethin' happens when people do. Ah just...don't want to hurt you.' They were clearly confused, but suddenly their eyes widened, and they backed away from her.
'She's a witch!' one exclaimed.
'She'll probably cast a spell on us!' said another.
Rogue laughed, but soon realized they were serious. 'No, no! Ah'm not a witch. Ah'm...a mutant. Ah'm not going to hurt you, ah was more afraid you'd hurt me. ' Their faces softened, but still held their suspicion. Never before, had they heard of a mutant. 'Begging your pardon miss, but...what is a mutant?' Legolas asked.
Oh boy... 'Well... ah'm a human ah guess you could say, with advanced skills; like powers. Not like demonic powers or anything; ah'm not evil... it happened naturally when ah was 15. Ah can't change it. It's permanent, s'far as ah know...' She looked down. 'What kind of powers?' one questioned. Fortunately, Rogue was used to being questioned like this, so it didn't bother her.
'Well, my skin...it's poison. When ah touch someone else's, or they touch mine, even on accident, it drains their energy, and if long enough, even within a second or two, it could kill someone, and if not, hurting them badly. Then there's flying, but...that's not completely developed yet. Ah'm learning,' she explained.
'So that's why you were scared for me to touch you,' mumbled Legolas. Rogue smiled slightly; that was easier than I thought it'd be...he sure is hot. Wow... She nodded.
'Well that is proof she does not intend harm,' he said quietly to the others. Then, turning to Rogue, he asked, 'Do you have anything else to...wear? We'll give you a ride to Rivendell; that is where we are headed. Unless you wish to stay with the gatekeeper, tending to the horses. It's several days' travel back to the city. I think it'd be best if you came along with us. Does your skin...harm animals?'
'No, animals are immune,' she answered quickly. 'But ah would feel comfortable in...other clothes. This is all ah have with me.' She looked down at her short, silky nightgown with thin straps, and pulled the seam down farther past her knees, but realized it didn't help the upper area any...
'Ah don't know how...but ah was somehow transported here when ah was sleepin'.' She sighed, and pulled the cloak tighter around her, so none of her nightgown but the bottom showed.
'We shall set out soon. About three days away we are, if we make haste. I am sure we all have some clean items we could lend to you.' He nodded towards the other Elves.
Rogue smiled, and thanked him, and thought to herself. He must be going to the Council of Elrond, if this is the same time as the book. Then...that means I know what's going to happen!
She was handed several items from the Elves, including a pair of breeches, boots, a cloak, and a pair of worn, gray gloves, that went up her arm, just below her elbows. She thanked them all, and they all turned their backs, and she rolled her nightgown up to her hips, and slid the breeches over it.
She smoothed out the bumps underneath, caused by the dumb shiny thing, and soon it looked much like a shirt, and nothing more. She put the boots on, which were dark gray or faded black, much like the gloves, and went up almost to her knees. Lastly, she put the light, silvery gray-blue cloak on, and she was finished.
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Chapter I – Whoa...
Sleep started to fade, and Rogue slowly opened her eyes, immediately grabbing for the blankets to pull up farther, but realizing there was none to pull up. Wind blew her hair across her face. Tucking it back behind her ears, she thought to herself that she must've left a window open. Wait. There are no windows in my dorm room. She sat up to find that she was outside. How in the world... Light shone all around her, yet it seemed to have a green tint, and came from above, reflecting off everything. Trees, vines, logs, she was in a forest. Maybe...it's some far side of the courtyard. But...who would bring me here...? No. It's not the courtyard...I've been to every corner.
She thought of just about every explanation possible. (Or at least she thought she had...) An invasion? Have I been taken hostage? All these thoughts flashed through her mind, and soon, she realized she was running, and fast. From what...she didn't know, but she frantically called out for someone, incase someone else was out there. Wherever 'there' was. She slowed to a jog after about twenty minutes, gasping for air. Then...all went black, and she fell forward into the underbrush.
She awoke to a nudge in the side with the handle of a sword. Where am I? What the heck... Quick reflexes found her snatching the sword away with a quick move of her arm, and standing up. But she soon dropped it, and fell to her knees again. She grabbed her head; oww... she had hit it hard on a rock when she fainted earlier. 'Oh umm...hi there.' She said, slowly looking up. 'Uhh...are those arrows? Whoa, whoa... ya don't need to be pointing those at me. Ah mean no harm...' her southern accent flowing; she was surrounded by about seven men. Or were they men? Are those tights? They...yep. They're guys. WOAH! Pointy... ears...
'State your business in Mirkwood, miss,' one said, seemingly taller than the others, with a much fairer face, and intense blue eyes. He looks so familiar... luckily, once they realized she was a woman, they lowered their weapons.
'Ah, uh... Mirkwood? That's where ah am? Ah've heard of that before. Do ah know you...? Seems like I've met ya before...' she answered lamely.
'I do not believe we've met; I am Legolas. You are a day's travel into Mirkwood. My party and I spotted you as we are heading towards the borders,' he explained.
'Legolas...Legolas!! AH KNOW ah've heard that name. Oh...it can't be...' With her eyes clenched shut, she pinched herself hard. Nothing happened.
'There's no need to harm yourself, miss. Here, you look cold.' He reached over to wrap his cloak around her, but she jerked away.
'I...I'm not going to hurt you. Here...I was just going to lend you my cloak.' He handed it to her, feeling offended. He wasn't trying to frighten her...
'No, no...it's not that,' she apologized, still in a daze. 'Ah would prefer ya not touch my skin. See... somethin' happens when people do. Ah just...don't want to hurt you.' They were clearly confused, but suddenly their eyes widened, and they backed away from her.
'She's a witch!' one exclaimed.
'She'll probably cast a spell on us!' said another.
Rogue laughed, but soon realized they were serious. 'No, no! Ah'm not a witch. Ah'm...a mutant. Ah'm not going to hurt you, ah was more afraid you'd hurt me. ' Their faces softened, but still held their suspicion. Never before, had they heard of a mutant. 'Begging your pardon miss, but...what is a mutant?' Legolas asked.
Oh boy... 'Well... ah'm a human ah guess you could say, with advanced skills; like powers. Not like demonic powers or anything; ah'm not evil... it happened naturally when ah was 15. Ah can't change it. It's permanent, s'far as ah know...' She looked down. 'What kind of powers?' one questioned. Fortunately, Rogue was used to being questioned like this, so it didn't bother her.
'Well, my skin...it's poison. When ah touch someone else's, or they touch mine, even on accident, it drains their energy, and if long enough, even within a second or two, it could kill someone, and if not, hurting them badly. Then there's flying, but...that's not completely developed yet. Ah'm learning,' she explained.
'So that's why you were scared for me to touch you,' mumbled Legolas. Rogue smiled slightly; that was easier than I thought it'd be...he sure is hot. Wow... She nodded.
'Well that is proof she does not intend harm,' he said quietly to the others. Then, turning to Rogue, he asked, 'Do you have anything else to...wear? We'll give you a ride to Rivendell; that is where we are headed. Unless you wish to stay with the gatekeeper, tending to the horses. It's several days' travel back to the city. I think it'd be best if you came along with us. Does your skin...harm animals?'
'No, animals are immune,' she answered quickly. 'But ah would feel comfortable in...other clothes. This is all ah have with me.' She looked down at her short, silky nightgown with thin straps, and pulled the seam down farther past her knees, but realized it didn't help the upper area any...
'Ah don't know how...but ah was somehow transported here when ah was sleepin'.' She sighed, and pulled the cloak tighter around her, so none of her nightgown but the bottom showed.
'We shall set out soon. About three days away we are, if we make haste. I am sure we all have some clean items we could lend to you.' He nodded towards the other Elves.
Rogue smiled, and thanked him, and thought to herself. He must be going to the Council of Elrond, if this is the same time as the book. Then...that means I know what's going to happen!
She was handed several items from the Elves, including a pair of breeches, boots, a cloak, and a pair of worn, gray gloves, that went up her arm, just below her elbows. She thanked them all, and they all turned their backs, and she rolled her nightgown up to her hips, and slid the breeches over it.
She smoothed out the bumps underneath, caused by the dumb shiny thing, and soon it looked much like a shirt, and nothing more. She put the boots on, which were dark gray or faded black, much like the gloves, and went up almost to her knees. Lastly, she put the light, silvery gray-blue cloak on, and she was finished.
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