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A/N: If you're reading this far, you're very brave or very stupid. Either way, I love ya. Read on!
Chapter 4- Major Make-overs
As soon as the door shut, we started screaming again. I flopped down on the bed, grinning happily. Who knew that all these immortal characters would be so...human? I mean, Arwen was condescending and holier-than-thou, the hobbits argued and sang in terrible off-key voices, and, well, okay, Aragorn was more or less the legendary warrior, but Legolas, he was vulnerable to a little flirt now and then...
I couldn't wait to meet Gandalf; did he worry about his hair, or something? What about Boromir? Or Gimli? This was a dream come true. Then I remembered what Legolas said, and looked around for a closet. I couldn't see one. I stood up and looked around. There was a slight corner. I looked around it, and found a small doorway, about the size of your average walk-in closet. I opened it, wondering if there were enough clothes for one person, let alone two. Especially two teenagers. Yeah, we were so typical teenagers. We wear at least two different outfits everyday, and I had a sinking feeling that we were going to have to cut back. That lasted until I opened the door.
This wasn't a room; it was a completely separate HALLWAY! I was enchanted; these clothes were so pretty. They were all flowy and light, and there was every color imagineable in prominence, even some I had never seen before.
"Suh-WEET!" I yelled again, purely on instinct. Ainaelda ran in, wondering what I was yelling about. Then she saw the 'closet' and became just as entranced as I was. How long we stood there, I don't know. Like I said, we are typical girls. Then, we looked at each other, and ran in, shrieking like two-year olds who had free run of the candy shop. We immediately laid claim to the outfits we fell in love with on sight, and tried on others for the pure joy of it. They were all so pretty and shiny...and there were so many of them...I had fallen into teenage girl heaven. Finally, we realized it was totally getting late, so we separated our favorites and fell into the bed. There was only one bed, but it was so huge it could have fit about five more of me and five more of her comfortably.
The next morning, I was up with the sun. This was unusual; usually I try and lie in bed until sunset. But no, I was awake. Then I remembered: the storm. Rivendell. Legolas. Are Elves normally insomniacs? I had to admit, it was maybe the one thing I didn't know about them. Us. Ha! Anyway, I got up and ran eagerly to the closet and went to my pile of the clothes and tried to decide which to put on. By the time Ainaelda had woken up, I was deliberating between two: one was this flowy blue thing; the other was white and silver. They were both so pretty, prettier than anything I had ever seen before. I turned to my half-comotose friend.
"Ainaelda, white or blue?" I asked, brandishing the dresses at her. She blinked owlishly, trying to stay conscious. "Well?" I demanded. She shrugged. This was odd too; neither of us were morning people, but she was usually better about it than I was. Well, what can ya do?
"White," she mumbled. I nodded.
"Thanks," I said, and tossed the white one aside. Ainaelda was a great help when it came to this sort of stuff. I was halfway into the blue one when Ainaelda obviously remembered what had happened. She sat bolt upright, like she had accidently lay down on her hairbrush again.
"Vinya--Katty--why didn't you wake me up? The first person up always wakes the other one up!" I shrugged. The thought of a hairbrush had led me into a search for one.
"Hey, I figured what we went through merited sleeping in. I'm sorry; I'll wake you up next time. Have you seen a hairbrush? Ah, never mind. I found one!" I stood in front of the mirror, tugging the brush gently through my rapidly growing, rapidly bleaching, rapidly straightening hair. When I finally felt satisfied that it was as well brushed as it was possible for hair to be, it cascaded down my back and shone like liquid gold. Ooh. I like that phraseology. Liquid gold. Yeah.
I felt like a cheerleader; you know, the cult that you can only get into if you look like a supermodel.
I mean, for once in my life, my hair was perfect, my iffy complexion was now perfect, my Elven body was perfect, and my LOVELY POINTY EARS were, of course, absolutely PERFECT. Now I knew why they could walk with such perfect confidence. Looking like this, you just can't help it. Now I could trump them all. In fact, the whole clique would be counted as ugly in Rivendell. If only they could see me like this! But then again, they'd probably be even prettier, and then they'd go around seducing Legolas and every other male they saw and rubbing it in my face.
Actually, now that I think about it, it's not that much different than what they already do on a day-to-day basis...
Ainaelda's appearance had changed dramatically overnight as well. Now, her hair was almost completely red, with heavy streaks of brown, making it aubrun instead of a hishy-hashy helluva mess. Instead of the frizzy half-curls I was used to since birth, they were now glossy ringlets hanging, like mine, down to her waist. They were the kind of curls that, when you were little, you wanted to pull out straight and watch them sproing back into shape when you let go. Her eyes had blossomed into a light jade green. We looked so different, yet exactly the same. They were major changes, made overnight, yet I felt like they had always been this way.
I sighed and stopped my instinctive search for my cosmetics. A) I didn't need them anymore, and B) They wouldn't have any Mary Kay Eye-cicles liquid eyeshadow here anyway. Ainaelda had hauled herself out of bed and found herself in the same predicament I had been in: which dress should she wear? She narrowed it down to three; a dark purple one that was almost black, an orangey one that amazingly didn't make the wearer look like a pumpkin, and a teal one.
"Hey, Katty, which one?" I looked at them critically.
"Orange." She tossed it into the closet, then held up the last two to herself and looked in the mirror. Finally, she turned back to me.
"Now which?" I looked at her again, trying to figure out which went with her coloring.
"Purple." She tossed that one aside as well, then put on the teal. We both had approximately the same fashion sense and reliance on one another.
"Thanks." I grinned and flopped down on the bed.
"Oh, Mina, where would we be without each other's impeccably horrible taste in clothes?"
"Hm, probably wandering around with orange leather pants and purple rayon tube tops. I feel so...so...Mary Sue-ish!"
A/N: Right, couldn't resist. Sorry it took so long to update! HAPPY HALLOWE'EN!
A/N: If you're reading this far, you're very brave or very stupid. Either way, I love ya. Read on!
Chapter 4- Major Make-overs
As soon as the door shut, we started screaming again. I flopped down on the bed, grinning happily. Who knew that all these immortal characters would be so...human? I mean, Arwen was condescending and holier-than-thou, the hobbits argued and sang in terrible off-key voices, and, well, okay, Aragorn was more or less the legendary warrior, but Legolas, he was vulnerable to a little flirt now and then...
I couldn't wait to meet Gandalf; did he worry about his hair, or something? What about Boromir? Or Gimli? This was a dream come true. Then I remembered what Legolas said, and looked around for a closet. I couldn't see one. I stood up and looked around. There was a slight corner. I looked around it, and found a small doorway, about the size of your average walk-in closet. I opened it, wondering if there were enough clothes for one person, let alone two. Especially two teenagers. Yeah, we were so typical teenagers. We wear at least two different outfits everyday, and I had a sinking feeling that we were going to have to cut back. That lasted until I opened the door.
This wasn't a room; it was a completely separate HALLWAY! I was enchanted; these clothes were so pretty. They were all flowy and light, and there was every color imagineable in prominence, even some I had never seen before.
"Suh-WEET!" I yelled again, purely on instinct. Ainaelda ran in, wondering what I was yelling about. Then she saw the 'closet' and became just as entranced as I was. How long we stood there, I don't know. Like I said, we are typical girls. Then, we looked at each other, and ran in, shrieking like two-year olds who had free run of the candy shop. We immediately laid claim to the outfits we fell in love with on sight, and tried on others for the pure joy of it. They were all so pretty and shiny...and there were so many of them...I had fallen into teenage girl heaven. Finally, we realized it was totally getting late, so we separated our favorites and fell into the bed. There was only one bed, but it was so huge it could have fit about five more of me and five more of her comfortably.
The next morning, I was up with the sun. This was unusual; usually I try and lie in bed until sunset. But no, I was awake. Then I remembered: the storm. Rivendell. Legolas. Are Elves normally insomniacs? I had to admit, it was maybe the one thing I didn't know about them. Us. Ha! Anyway, I got up and ran eagerly to the closet and went to my pile of the clothes and tried to decide which to put on. By the time Ainaelda had woken up, I was deliberating between two: one was this flowy blue thing; the other was white and silver. They were both so pretty, prettier than anything I had ever seen before. I turned to my half-comotose friend.
"Ainaelda, white or blue?" I asked, brandishing the dresses at her. She blinked owlishly, trying to stay conscious. "Well?" I demanded. She shrugged. This was odd too; neither of us were morning people, but she was usually better about it than I was. Well, what can ya do?
"White," she mumbled. I nodded.
"Thanks," I said, and tossed the white one aside. Ainaelda was a great help when it came to this sort of stuff. I was halfway into the blue one when Ainaelda obviously remembered what had happened. She sat bolt upright, like she had accidently lay down on her hairbrush again.
"Vinya--Katty--why didn't you wake me up? The first person up always wakes the other one up!" I shrugged. The thought of a hairbrush had led me into a search for one.
"Hey, I figured what we went through merited sleeping in. I'm sorry; I'll wake you up next time. Have you seen a hairbrush? Ah, never mind. I found one!" I stood in front of the mirror, tugging the brush gently through my rapidly growing, rapidly bleaching, rapidly straightening hair. When I finally felt satisfied that it was as well brushed as it was possible for hair to be, it cascaded down my back and shone like liquid gold. Ooh. I like that phraseology. Liquid gold. Yeah.
I felt like a cheerleader; you know, the cult that you can only get into if you look like a supermodel.
I mean, for once in my life, my hair was perfect, my iffy complexion was now perfect, my Elven body was perfect, and my LOVELY POINTY EARS were, of course, absolutely PERFECT. Now I knew why they could walk with such perfect confidence. Looking like this, you just can't help it. Now I could trump them all. In fact, the whole clique would be counted as ugly in Rivendell. If only they could see me like this! But then again, they'd probably be even prettier, and then they'd go around seducing Legolas and every other male they saw and rubbing it in my face.
Actually, now that I think about it, it's not that much different than what they already do on a day-to-day basis...
Ainaelda's appearance had changed dramatically overnight as well. Now, her hair was almost completely red, with heavy streaks of brown, making it aubrun instead of a hishy-hashy helluva mess. Instead of the frizzy half-curls I was used to since birth, they were now glossy ringlets hanging, like mine, down to her waist. They were the kind of curls that, when you were little, you wanted to pull out straight and watch them sproing back into shape when you let go. Her eyes had blossomed into a light jade green. We looked so different, yet exactly the same. They were major changes, made overnight, yet I felt like they had always been this way.
I sighed and stopped my instinctive search for my cosmetics. A) I didn't need them anymore, and B) They wouldn't have any Mary Kay Eye-cicles liquid eyeshadow here anyway. Ainaelda had hauled herself out of bed and found herself in the same predicament I had been in: which dress should she wear? She narrowed it down to three; a dark purple one that was almost black, an orangey one that amazingly didn't make the wearer look like a pumpkin, and a teal one.
"Hey, Katty, which one?" I looked at them critically.
"Orange." She tossed it into the closet, then held up the last two to herself and looked in the mirror. Finally, she turned back to me.
"Now which?" I looked at her again, trying to figure out which went with her coloring.
"Purple." She tossed that one aside as well, then put on the teal. We both had approximately the same fashion sense and reliance on one another.
"Thanks." I grinned and flopped down on the bed.
"Oh, Mina, where would we be without each other's impeccably horrible taste in clothes?"
"Hm, probably wandering around with orange leather pants and purple rayon tube tops. I feel so...so...Mary Sue-ish!"
A/N: Right, couldn't resist. Sorry it took so long to update! HAPPY HALLOWE'EN!