I'm so so so so happy! I'm actually liking my story, and apparently other
people are too! *gasp* lol. Well, some people said that this was too
confusing and too un-detailed. If that is what you truly believe, please
take the time to ask me questions, and tell me where you are confused, so I
can go back, and add details. You can either email me or review or IM me at
SolitaryRose00 (AIM).
I know I said I would email people who reviewed and stuff whenever I updated. I was, but then noticed that no one had actually ASKED. So, if you want to be added to the mailing list I am trying to create (a couple of people actually did ask by email now that I remember....sorry I didn't email you back), just email me or IM me with your email and I'll add your name to the list. OR....you could just review, eh? Lol
My continuous thanks to Tired Recluse, the bestest beta who always catches my mistakes and refuses to let me update till everything is perfect and has an OBC stamp!
Date started to write: March 16th, 2004
Date ended writing: March 18th, 2004
Date entered to Beta: March 18th, 2004
Date entered for OBC: March 23rd, 2004
Date uploaded: March 24th, 2004
Girl in the Gardens
Chapter 5: The Craziness of an Elf
***
Year 2004 of the Modern Age
The Residency of Samuel and Matthew Duboir
***
Haldir licked his lips, which suddenly seemed chapped and dry... highly unusual for an elf. "Something is happening, Legolas... You should come immediately," he said calmly to his friend on the other line.
He could hear erratic breathing on the other end – so shallow and loud. In... out... in...out... Deep breathing; another thing that was unusual for an elf. They could survive without air (though they would be incredibly uncomfortable, and eventually in pain), so their breaths were known for being small, and highly undetectable... completely different from Legolas's current breathing. An elf's breath was supposed to be a gentle zephyr... not a wild hurricane as was Legolas's now.
"What is wrong?" Legolas finally asked. "What has happened?" Haldir looked over the other elves in the conference room, then back at Anna and the obese man next to her. In a few seconds, without any words exchanged, the elves had all decided not to tell Legolas.
"I am afraid that I cannot tell you as of this moment, my friend. I just advise that you --" Before Haldir could finish his sentence, he heard the click of a phone being hung up. The Lórien elf closed his cell phone and sighed heavily. *These humans have us all acting like them,* he thought venomously. *Just like them.*
Finally, there was a grunt from the other side of the conference table in the meeting room. Haldir looked up to meet the beady eyes of the man from the plane. When he had first met the man (if you could really call it a meeting), he had not recognized him... he had that feeling, the feeling most elves got when they were trying to remember memories long forgotten, but he had not remembered Marcos Dos Santos.
"Yes, Marcos?" he muttered incoherently, massaging his neck with one hand. "What is it you came here for exactly?" Merely half an hour earlier, Marcos had gotten his way into the meeting, passing the various security men and women by telling them he had an appointment (though the Council of Elrond did not allow appointments at private meetings). Elrohir and Elladan had immediately recognized Anna whom held no recognition of the two elves, while Haldir had recognized Marcos. In all the confusion, Marcos had never had the opportunity to speak.
Marcos smiled broadly, his various chins bouncing, Haldir winced as he saw the man's smile. It bothered him. "Finally!" Marcos whispered as he placed his briefcase one the large table. He opened the battered case, and immediately shoved down a pile of papers that was begging to come out. With the help of Anna, he was able to separate a few pages, which he passed around to the Council members. Haldir placed the wrinkled paper in front of him and studied it for a time before speaking.
"A time machine?" he muttered, barely containing the mirth in his voice. "Marcos, Marcos, Marcos... Your father was a very respectable member of this Council, and an excellent scientist. That is the sole reason we did not deny you the right to speak here. And...and... you come to us with science fiction and childish fantasies? This is preposterous!" A few of the humans chuckled; none of the elves did. Marcos looked as if he were about to explode, Anna being the complete opposite, with a cold, calm face.
"I do realize that this seems childish and impossible... But, this works! I have proven it!" he declared, smiling again. This time, Haldir noticed he was missing numerous teeth, and the few remaining were disgustingly yellow. *The smile of a liar,* he realized. *The smile of one who is untruthful.*
"Where is this proof?" muttered a human now. She seemed excited, her eyes beaming. Her gaze darted towards Haldir, then looked down at the paper in her now fidgeting hands. Haldir then noticed that he had been glaring at the woman.
"Proof?" Marcos blubbered, confusion clouding his face. "I, uh... um... Well... Oh! Yes! I do have proof!" Once again going through his overstuffed briefcase, he came up with a stack of photographs. Haldir stole a quick glance and saw a picture of a small mouse that looked like it had been deprived of proper food for weeks. Marcos passed the pictures and each member glanced at them quickly. Elrohir was the first to speak.
"This is not proof, Marcos. It is merely a few photographs of a rat! Now if you don't mind, we have pressing matters to get back— "
"No!" shouted Anna, speaking for the first time that day. "You must believe him! It is proof!" The girl had a slight Portuguese accent, and rolled her R's, which sparked Haldir's curiosity. Enough to ask Elladan and Elrohir to allow Marcos to continue. As soon as he was given permission to stay, Anna went back to staring coldly at the table in front of her.
"Um..." Marcos stumbled, fidgeting with his hair, ears, you name it. "The... The mouse in the first picture has a roll of paper tied to his tail. This picture was taken Monday, March 15th, 2004, just a few days ago." Many nodded silently, giving Marcos the encouragement to continue. "And in the next few pictures, he does not have the paper. Technically, it's not even the same mouse. The mouse in the first picture was a mouse from two days before the..." At seeing the blank stares and confused faces he was getting, Marcos trailed off. The man turned his neck slowly as beads of sweat appeared around his brow. He stared at Anna, confused, as she sighed loudly.
"What he is trying to say," she started in her small, but loud voice, "Is that he sent the mouse into the past with his machine." She met each Council member's gaze and continued. "He started by setting a determined time which he would send the mouse to. Since he knew he would be sending the mouse into the past, he waited at the spot he had planned for the destination of the lab rat, and waited until his determined time..." she looked at Marcos questioning him with her eyes and his eyes widened in realization.
"Oh...oh yes. Um... noon. On the dot." He smiled broadly, as if congratulating himself for remembering a time.
"Yes. Noon. He waited there on March 15th, 2004 until an animal would appear in front of him with a piece of paper. Finally, it came--"
"Exactly at noon!" interrupted Marcos, chuckling.
"Exactly at noon." Anna continued, hardly acknowledging the fact that Marcos had just spoken. "He took the pictures, and then untied the paper from the tail. On it was written— "
"In my handwriting!"
"In his handwriting, the lottery numbers of March 17th, 2004, two days later." There she stopped, looking at each member again.
"Did it work?" asked Elladan, lacing together his fingers in front of his face. Anna stared blankly at Elrond's son down towards the head of the table and nodded curtly.
"Two days later, Marcos got me to buy a rodent, without letting me see the pictures he had taken earlier, and without telling me what kind of rodent to buy. I bought it and gave it to him. It was the same mouse from the picture. He then waited for the lotto numbers to be announced, and saw that the numbers he had gotten matched. He then sent the mouse to the past. It was successful."
There was an eerie silence as the members soaked in this new information. *Why didn't he try to win the lotto?* was all Haldir could think, as he stared first at Marcos, then at Anna. He didn't understand her. From the few scraps of information he had gotten from Elladan and Elrohir, Anna was supposed to be happy and bubbly. At least, that is how they had described her. Haldir just couldn't imagine Legolas enjoying the company of this woman so much that he still grieved over her loss millennia later.
Which brought the other question. How was is that Elrond's sons recognized Anna if they said they met her millions of years before she could have possibly been born? It did not add up. After a few minutes, Anna's eyes darted off the wood to meet Haldir's. A shiver ran down the elf's spine as their gazes met. This was most definitely the Anna Legolas had liked so much.
***
Year 2004 of the Modern Age
Flight 231 from Lisbon, Portugal to Quebec, Canada
***
Legolas couldn't stop fidgeting. He assumed he looked like a mad man, eyes darting back and forth, fingers tapping nervously on the arm rest. It was lunacy. *Elves to not act like this,* he scolded himself various times. Then, it seemed another, completely different Legolas responded weakly. *The Elves are dying. Their time was long ago. Humans are empowering! It is their fault!*
Haldir had seemed worried over the phone. Not to mention confused. It had to do with Anna. He felt it in his bones... in his soul. He wouldn't let himself hope though. The stronger half of him would square his shoulders and declare *It has nothing to do with her. You were just weak and called him when he needed your help. It has nothing to do with her.* Then, his other half would cry out and whimper. *It does! It does! Do not deny it!*
"I am going crazy!" Legolas muttered to himself silently. Fortunately, the woman beside him was fast asleep, unable to hear him talking to himself. "I am just going crazy..." he muttered quieter, more relaxed. Admitting it seemed to ease his muscles and relax his mind.
He kept muttering his silent mantra throughout the whole flight... "I am going crazy... I am going crazy..."
~*~
A/N: It's a scary thing when you admit to yourself you're crazy. It really is. I thought I was crazy. And it was scary when I admitted it to myself, but it was relaxing. Turns out I wasn't going crazy so...whatever. Sorry for the shortness. I started writing with full intentions of making a nice long chapter. With around 3000 words, but... I just couldn't see this chapter going any further.
Response to reviews:
Legolas Stalker:
Yay! I feel so loved! This is so awesome because you're my favorite comedy writer! Awww... Your stories aren't childish! They are just so funny! Besides, in a world with billions of angst writers, we need some comedy writers! And I wouldn't call myself a GENIUS! Lol. Thank you though. For right now, your review's my favorite! (hint to others- I love nice long reviews :-P) And I already added you in there! I didn't give you a name, but you're in there! (kudos to those who figure out which character in this chapter is Laura). I didn't give you a name, and technically, you don't have a personality, but you'll just have to tell me some of your physical features, and I'll work on it!
Trista:
Lol! Thanks! Well... this IS an update....I wouldn't call it soon though! I'm surprised you're not confused....most of the reviews I'm getting are saying I need more detail and less confusion. I think this chapter will just add more to the mix. :-( Well, in a few chapters, more will be explained, and more and more will make sense.
Yacanna:
Yeah... I do realize that this story is mighty confusing. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you what's happening. All I can say is to continue reading and all will eventually will be explained. If in a few chapters you are still extremely confused, email me at forgottendesire00 @hotmail.com (without the space) or IM me (SolitaryRose00) on AIM, and I'll try my best to explain. Or, if you feel you'll never understand, just email me or IM me whenever you want.
Agent Tomato:
Interesting pen name! Love it! Lol. Well, thank you very much. I do believe there was an author who had a future Legolas and all, and occasionally showed him and other characters during other times, but thank you anyway! :- D I'll take your review to heart and I plan on working on the details and the length (though I do not believe I did a good job on it with this chapter).
Yay! Thanks to all reviewers! I love you aaaaaall! Lol. Well, I know I had something to say.... oh yes. I kinda have a mailing list set up, and it only consists of one person. There was someone else who asked, but unfortunately, they notified me by email, and I lost their email address. So, if you want to be notified of when I update, please leave your email address and specifically say you want to be added in your review. I'll even create a new email so then I won't lose any of the addresses. Hm... I believe that is it. Bye bye!
-The Solitary Rose: March 18th, 2004
I know I said I would email people who reviewed and stuff whenever I updated. I was, but then noticed that no one had actually ASKED. So, if you want to be added to the mailing list I am trying to create (a couple of people actually did ask by email now that I remember....sorry I didn't email you back), just email me or IM me with your email and I'll add your name to the list. OR....you could just review, eh? Lol
My continuous thanks to Tired Recluse, the bestest beta who always catches my mistakes and refuses to let me update till everything is perfect and has an OBC stamp!
Date started to write: March 16th, 2004
Date ended writing: March 18th, 2004
Date entered to Beta: March 18th, 2004
Date entered for OBC: March 23rd, 2004
Date uploaded: March 24th, 2004
Girl in the Gardens
Chapter 5: The Craziness of an Elf
***
Year 2004 of the Modern Age
The Residency of Samuel and Matthew Duboir
***
Haldir licked his lips, which suddenly seemed chapped and dry... highly unusual for an elf. "Something is happening, Legolas... You should come immediately," he said calmly to his friend on the other line.
He could hear erratic breathing on the other end – so shallow and loud. In... out... in...out... Deep breathing; another thing that was unusual for an elf. They could survive without air (though they would be incredibly uncomfortable, and eventually in pain), so their breaths were known for being small, and highly undetectable... completely different from Legolas's current breathing. An elf's breath was supposed to be a gentle zephyr... not a wild hurricane as was Legolas's now.
"What is wrong?" Legolas finally asked. "What has happened?" Haldir looked over the other elves in the conference room, then back at Anna and the obese man next to her. In a few seconds, without any words exchanged, the elves had all decided not to tell Legolas.
"I am afraid that I cannot tell you as of this moment, my friend. I just advise that you --" Before Haldir could finish his sentence, he heard the click of a phone being hung up. The Lórien elf closed his cell phone and sighed heavily. *These humans have us all acting like them,* he thought venomously. *Just like them.*
Finally, there was a grunt from the other side of the conference table in the meeting room. Haldir looked up to meet the beady eyes of the man from the plane. When he had first met the man (if you could really call it a meeting), he had not recognized him... he had that feeling, the feeling most elves got when they were trying to remember memories long forgotten, but he had not remembered Marcos Dos Santos.
"Yes, Marcos?" he muttered incoherently, massaging his neck with one hand. "What is it you came here for exactly?" Merely half an hour earlier, Marcos had gotten his way into the meeting, passing the various security men and women by telling them he had an appointment (though the Council of Elrond did not allow appointments at private meetings). Elrohir and Elladan had immediately recognized Anna whom held no recognition of the two elves, while Haldir had recognized Marcos. In all the confusion, Marcos had never had the opportunity to speak.
Marcos smiled broadly, his various chins bouncing, Haldir winced as he saw the man's smile. It bothered him. "Finally!" Marcos whispered as he placed his briefcase one the large table. He opened the battered case, and immediately shoved down a pile of papers that was begging to come out. With the help of Anna, he was able to separate a few pages, which he passed around to the Council members. Haldir placed the wrinkled paper in front of him and studied it for a time before speaking.
"A time machine?" he muttered, barely containing the mirth in his voice. "Marcos, Marcos, Marcos... Your father was a very respectable member of this Council, and an excellent scientist. That is the sole reason we did not deny you the right to speak here. And...and... you come to us with science fiction and childish fantasies? This is preposterous!" A few of the humans chuckled; none of the elves did. Marcos looked as if he were about to explode, Anna being the complete opposite, with a cold, calm face.
"I do realize that this seems childish and impossible... But, this works! I have proven it!" he declared, smiling again. This time, Haldir noticed he was missing numerous teeth, and the few remaining were disgustingly yellow. *The smile of a liar,* he realized. *The smile of one who is untruthful.*
"Where is this proof?" muttered a human now. She seemed excited, her eyes beaming. Her gaze darted towards Haldir, then looked down at the paper in her now fidgeting hands. Haldir then noticed that he had been glaring at the woman.
"Proof?" Marcos blubbered, confusion clouding his face. "I, uh... um... Well... Oh! Yes! I do have proof!" Once again going through his overstuffed briefcase, he came up with a stack of photographs. Haldir stole a quick glance and saw a picture of a small mouse that looked like it had been deprived of proper food for weeks. Marcos passed the pictures and each member glanced at them quickly. Elrohir was the first to speak.
"This is not proof, Marcos. It is merely a few photographs of a rat! Now if you don't mind, we have pressing matters to get back— "
"No!" shouted Anna, speaking for the first time that day. "You must believe him! It is proof!" The girl had a slight Portuguese accent, and rolled her R's, which sparked Haldir's curiosity. Enough to ask Elladan and Elrohir to allow Marcos to continue. As soon as he was given permission to stay, Anna went back to staring coldly at the table in front of her.
"Um..." Marcos stumbled, fidgeting with his hair, ears, you name it. "The... The mouse in the first picture has a roll of paper tied to his tail. This picture was taken Monday, March 15th, 2004, just a few days ago." Many nodded silently, giving Marcos the encouragement to continue. "And in the next few pictures, he does not have the paper. Technically, it's not even the same mouse. The mouse in the first picture was a mouse from two days before the..." At seeing the blank stares and confused faces he was getting, Marcos trailed off. The man turned his neck slowly as beads of sweat appeared around his brow. He stared at Anna, confused, as she sighed loudly.
"What he is trying to say," she started in her small, but loud voice, "Is that he sent the mouse into the past with his machine." She met each Council member's gaze and continued. "He started by setting a determined time which he would send the mouse to. Since he knew he would be sending the mouse into the past, he waited at the spot he had planned for the destination of the lab rat, and waited until his determined time..." she looked at Marcos questioning him with her eyes and his eyes widened in realization.
"Oh...oh yes. Um... noon. On the dot." He smiled broadly, as if congratulating himself for remembering a time.
"Yes. Noon. He waited there on March 15th, 2004 until an animal would appear in front of him with a piece of paper. Finally, it came--"
"Exactly at noon!" interrupted Marcos, chuckling.
"Exactly at noon." Anna continued, hardly acknowledging the fact that Marcos had just spoken. "He took the pictures, and then untied the paper from the tail. On it was written— "
"In my handwriting!"
"In his handwriting, the lottery numbers of March 17th, 2004, two days later." There she stopped, looking at each member again.
"Did it work?" asked Elladan, lacing together his fingers in front of his face. Anna stared blankly at Elrond's son down towards the head of the table and nodded curtly.
"Two days later, Marcos got me to buy a rodent, without letting me see the pictures he had taken earlier, and without telling me what kind of rodent to buy. I bought it and gave it to him. It was the same mouse from the picture. He then waited for the lotto numbers to be announced, and saw that the numbers he had gotten matched. He then sent the mouse to the past. It was successful."
There was an eerie silence as the members soaked in this new information. *Why didn't he try to win the lotto?* was all Haldir could think, as he stared first at Marcos, then at Anna. He didn't understand her. From the few scraps of information he had gotten from Elladan and Elrohir, Anna was supposed to be happy and bubbly. At least, that is how they had described her. Haldir just couldn't imagine Legolas enjoying the company of this woman so much that he still grieved over her loss millennia later.
Which brought the other question. How was is that Elrond's sons recognized Anna if they said they met her millions of years before she could have possibly been born? It did not add up. After a few minutes, Anna's eyes darted off the wood to meet Haldir's. A shiver ran down the elf's spine as their gazes met. This was most definitely the Anna Legolas had liked so much.
***
Year 2004 of the Modern Age
Flight 231 from Lisbon, Portugal to Quebec, Canada
***
Legolas couldn't stop fidgeting. He assumed he looked like a mad man, eyes darting back and forth, fingers tapping nervously on the arm rest. It was lunacy. *Elves to not act like this,* he scolded himself various times. Then, it seemed another, completely different Legolas responded weakly. *The Elves are dying. Their time was long ago. Humans are empowering! It is their fault!*
Haldir had seemed worried over the phone. Not to mention confused. It had to do with Anna. He felt it in his bones... in his soul. He wouldn't let himself hope though. The stronger half of him would square his shoulders and declare *It has nothing to do with her. You were just weak and called him when he needed your help. It has nothing to do with her.* Then, his other half would cry out and whimper. *It does! It does! Do not deny it!*
"I am going crazy!" Legolas muttered to himself silently. Fortunately, the woman beside him was fast asleep, unable to hear him talking to himself. "I am just going crazy..." he muttered quieter, more relaxed. Admitting it seemed to ease his muscles and relax his mind.
He kept muttering his silent mantra throughout the whole flight... "I am going crazy... I am going crazy..."
~*~
A/N: It's a scary thing when you admit to yourself you're crazy. It really is. I thought I was crazy. And it was scary when I admitted it to myself, but it was relaxing. Turns out I wasn't going crazy so...whatever. Sorry for the shortness. I started writing with full intentions of making a nice long chapter. With around 3000 words, but... I just couldn't see this chapter going any further.
Response to reviews:
Legolas Stalker:
Yay! I feel so loved! This is so awesome because you're my favorite comedy writer! Awww... Your stories aren't childish! They are just so funny! Besides, in a world with billions of angst writers, we need some comedy writers! And I wouldn't call myself a GENIUS! Lol. Thank you though. For right now, your review's my favorite! (hint to others- I love nice long reviews :-P) And I already added you in there! I didn't give you a name, but you're in there! (kudos to those who figure out which character in this chapter is Laura). I didn't give you a name, and technically, you don't have a personality, but you'll just have to tell me some of your physical features, and I'll work on it!
Trista:
Lol! Thanks! Well... this IS an update....I wouldn't call it soon though! I'm surprised you're not confused....most of the reviews I'm getting are saying I need more detail and less confusion. I think this chapter will just add more to the mix. :-( Well, in a few chapters, more will be explained, and more and more will make sense.
Yacanna:
Yeah... I do realize that this story is mighty confusing. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you what's happening. All I can say is to continue reading and all will eventually will be explained. If in a few chapters you are still extremely confused, email me at forgottendesire00 @hotmail.com (without the space) or IM me (SolitaryRose00) on AIM, and I'll try my best to explain. Or, if you feel you'll never understand, just email me or IM me whenever you want.
Agent Tomato:
Interesting pen name! Love it! Lol. Well, thank you very much. I do believe there was an author who had a future Legolas and all, and occasionally showed him and other characters during other times, but thank you anyway! :- D I'll take your review to heart and I plan on working on the details and the length (though I do not believe I did a good job on it with this chapter).
Yay! Thanks to all reviewers! I love you aaaaaall! Lol. Well, I know I had something to say.... oh yes. I kinda have a mailing list set up, and it only consists of one person. There was someone else who asked, but unfortunately, they notified me by email, and I lost their email address. So, if you want to be notified of when I update, please leave your email address and specifically say you want to be added in your review. I'll even create a new email so then I won't lose any of the addresses. Hm... I believe that is it. Bye bye!
-The Solitary Rose: March 18th, 2004