A/N This won't be quite so...er...funny as the other chapters have been
because, after a few days, the girls are starting to get homesick. They're
also thinking it might very well be hopeless that they might ever get home.
Disclaimer: Me own nothing but self and Sung. Me lowly Freshman with nothing.
Chapter 7: Watching Over You
"I don't think my arms have ever hurt so much," groaned Yun as she lay on her bed (also known as a sleeping bag type thing on the ground).
"It wasn't that bad," said Chelsea from above, she'd decided to try and sleep in the tree (which probably would turn out to be not such a bright idea).
"It was that bad," moaned Michelle from under her covers.
The girls had spent the last few days trying to improve their archery skills. It was clear from the first day that Sung was more irritated when teaching them then they were when they tried to get the arrow past ten feet. Sarah had been doing the best of the four; she'd actually gotten her arrow past fifteen feet. What was probably more irritating was the language barrier. The Translator could only do so much, and they couldn't hold it while trying to practice so much of the time they were trying to figure out what Sung was trying to tell them as they tried to avoid hitting each other or other Elves.
"I feel like Spongebob," said Sarah, "right after he works out." It was a rather odd thing to say, not only because it was random, but also because she hadn't had access to cable in a while considering before they had even left for Middle Earth Sarah's mom had disabled the cable in their house for a about a year now.
"Do you think we'll ever get back home?" asked Chelsea.
"I'm sure we will," said Michelle, but it sounded more like she was reassuring herself more then anyone else.
~*~
Sung sat for a moment, looking at the tops of the trees while thinking, mostly about those girls (who she guessed were her charges now) and where they came from and (more importantly) how they got here. 'Well,' she thought, 'I'm not going to find out anything by just sitting here.' She sighed and got up. It she had to watch the girls during the day, she might as well watch them at night.
Sung walked silently over to where the girls sleeping area was. They were talking silently to one another in a very depressing tone. Unnoticed, Sung sat down at the edge of where they lay and watched them, trying to catch a word or two of what they were saying. She didn't expect to understand them (and she didn't), but she gathered they were all very tired and...sad about something.
The one called Chelsea almost fell off a tree branch she was resting on as she drifted to sleep, but Sung was swift and caught her before she hit the ground and lay her on the only other remaining bedroll. All of them had fallen asleep rather quickly, obviously exhausted, she supposed they weren't used to being worked like this, but Sung insisted they learn to at least defend themselves.
She sat on the branch Chelsea had occupied not long ago and looked down on the girls. They were odd, but they were also, what was it? Stupid? No, not stupid so much as perhaps...simple? Or just different. That was probably it; different, and perhaps a bit weak, but maybe not for the children of Man.
Sung sat all night, watching as the girls twisted and turned in their sleep and cried out for...something. She didn't know what, but they seemed distraught over something. 'Perhaps they're homesick,' she thought to herself. They had been here for nearly six days, perhaps they just missed home. She didn't blame them either, if she had been stuck in a place where she couldn't even communicate, almost any place in Middle Earth would seem like home.
~*~
Michelle woke early the next morning to someone trying to shake her awake. "Just a few more minutes mom," she mumbled. Stupid A period P.E., whatever drove her to take away precious minutes of sleeping time...precious...Middle Earth! She shot up. It was amazing how something as small as that could jog her memory of where she really was. She saw Sung waking everyone else as soon as she was sure Michelle was out of bed. Michelle groaned inwardly, 'Great,' she thought, 'another fun-filled day where my arms will most surely fall off.'
Alright, perhaps she was over-reacting a bit, it wasn't really that bad, in fact, it was kind of fun. She was just being a pain because she wanted to go home, that's all.
The girls all groggily got up and dressed, waiting for breakfast (which was usually some Lembas. It was fun the first day when they all tasted it for the first time, but after a while, it got boring). It must have been about five in the morning, or, at least it would have if they were still in the States. Chelsea, being too tired to do much else, rammed the headphones on her ears trying to listen to something, probably one of the many soundtracks.
Sung eventually managed to get everyone in a walking position and to the shooting area. She was unusually quiet today, usually she'd be grumbling at them which was something along the lines of 'hurry up' or something, but today she was silent. It can't have been because she was tired (Michelle has early learned that Sung rarely slept, and when she did, it was with her eyes opened. It creped her out), but maybe she was deep in thought about something or other.
"I demand we get more sleep," said Sarah, knowing full well that her complaint rested on deaf ears considering Sung had no idea what she was saying. "I demand a shrubbery!" Chelsea answered back playfully. It was enough to lift the spirits on most of the girls, but at the same time reminded them horribly of home.
Sung stopped at the shooting range and turned towards the girls waiting for them to take out the Translator. Yun eventually turned it on and started reading to them what Sung was saying. "Alright," Yun translated, "I can see we're getting no where in shooting from this far away and you seem to be endangering my own life when shooting, so I've decided that we're going to move closer to the targets and see if you can get them when we're a bit closer."
"About time," mumbled Sarah, "why'd she start us here anyway?" "Probably thinks that how well we do reflects on herself," answered Chelsea. "Probably," Michelle said while following Sung closer to the targets.
They did relatively better that day, couple of the arrows even managed to hit the actual targeting area. It seemed to Michelle that sung might have been a bit proud, though she didn't know whether she was proud of them or herself for teaching them.
Michelle figured that, even though she was homesick, it was better to be lost someplace with your friends and that at least it was a place she would have loved to visit anyway (even though she thought it impossible to ever come here). From here on out, she told herself she'd have a better look out on life in Lothlorien.
This was all, of course, easier said then done.
~*~
I dunno about this chapter, what do you guys think? I sense a distinct lack on CC in my reviews, and, personally, I find that the best kind of review. So...yes...and is anyone willing to beta-read for me? I'd really appreciate it, and I think this story might need it because it's going to go on for a while and I'd like it to do well. Well, I'll post later, bye!
~Fawkes
Disclaimer: Me own nothing but self and Sung. Me lowly Freshman with nothing.
Chapter 7: Watching Over You
"I don't think my arms have ever hurt so much," groaned Yun as she lay on her bed (also known as a sleeping bag type thing on the ground).
"It wasn't that bad," said Chelsea from above, she'd decided to try and sleep in the tree (which probably would turn out to be not such a bright idea).
"It was that bad," moaned Michelle from under her covers.
The girls had spent the last few days trying to improve their archery skills. It was clear from the first day that Sung was more irritated when teaching them then they were when they tried to get the arrow past ten feet. Sarah had been doing the best of the four; she'd actually gotten her arrow past fifteen feet. What was probably more irritating was the language barrier. The Translator could only do so much, and they couldn't hold it while trying to practice so much of the time they were trying to figure out what Sung was trying to tell them as they tried to avoid hitting each other or other Elves.
"I feel like Spongebob," said Sarah, "right after he works out." It was a rather odd thing to say, not only because it was random, but also because she hadn't had access to cable in a while considering before they had even left for Middle Earth Sarah's mom had disabled the cable in their house for a about a year now.
"Do you think we'll ever get back home?" asked Chelsea.
"I'm sure we will," said Michelle, but it sounded more like she was reassuring herself more then anyone else.
~*~
Sung sat for a moment, looking at the tops of the trees while thinking, mostly about those girls (who she guessed were her charges now) and where they came from and (more importantly) how they got here. 'Well,' she thought, 'I'm not going to find out anything by just sitting here.' She sighed and got up. It she had to watch the girls during the day, she might as well watch them at night.
Sung walked silently over to where the girls sleeping area was. They were talking silently to one another in a very depressing tone. Unnoticed, Sung sat down at the edge of where they lay and watched them, trying to catch a word or two of what they were saying. She didn't expect to understand them (and she didn't), but she gathered they were all very tired and...sad about something.
The one called Chelsea almost fell off a tree branch she was resting on as she drifted to sleep, but Sung was swift and caught her before she hit the ground and lay her on the only other remaining bedroll. All of them had fallen asleep rather quickly, obviously exhausted, she supposed they weren't used to being worked like this, but Sung insisted they learn to at least defend themselves.
She sat on the branch Chelsea had occupied not long ago and looked down on the girls. They were odd, but they were also, what was it? Stupid? No, not stupid so much as perhaps...simple? Or just different. That was probably it; different, and perhaps a bit weak, but maybe not for the children of Man.
Sung sat all night, watching as the girls twisted and turned in their sleep and cried out for...something. She didn't know what, but they seemed distraught over something. 'Perhaps they're homesick,' she thought to herself. They had been here for nearly six days, perhaps they just missed home. She didn't blame them either, if she had been stuck in a place where she couldn't even communicate, almost any place in Middle Earth would seem like home.
~*~
Michelle woke early the next morning to someone trying to shake her awake. "Just a few more minutes mom," she mumbled. Stupid A period P.E., whatever drove her to take away precious minutes of sleeping time...precious...Middle Earth! She shot up. It was amazing how something as small as that could jog her memory of where she really was. She saw Sung waking everyone else as soon as she was sure Michelle was out of bed. Michelle groaned inwardly, 'Great,' she thought, 'another fun-filled day where my arms will most surely fall off.'
Alright, perhaps she was over-reacting a bit, it wasn't really that bad, in fact, it was kind of fun. She was just being a pain because she wanted to go home, that's all.
The girls all groggily got up and dressed, waiting for breakfast (which was usually some Lembas. It was fun the first day when they all tasted it for the first time, but after a while, it got boring). It must have been about five in the morning, or, at least it would have if they were still in the States. Chelsea, being too tired to do much else, rammed the headphones on her ears trying to listen to something, probably one of the many soundtracks.
Sung eventually managed to get everyone in a walking position and to the shooting area. She was unusually quiet today, usually she'd be grumbling at them which was something along the lines of 'hurry up' or something, but today she was silent. It can't have been because she was tired (Michelle has early learned that Sung rarely slept, and when she did, it was with her eyes opened. It creped her out), but maybe she was deep in thought about something or other.
"I demand we get more sleep," said Sarah, knowing full well that her complaint rested on deaf ears considering Sung had no idea what she was saying. "I demand a shrubbery!" Chelsea answered back playfully. It was enough to lift the spirits on most of the girls, but at the same time reminded them horribly of home.
Sung stopped at the shooting range and turned towards the girls waiting for them to take out the Translator. Yun eventually turned it on and started reading to them what Sung was saying. "Alright," Yun translated, "I can see we're getting no where in shooting from this far away and you seem to be endangering my own life when shooting, so I've decided that we're going to move closer to the targets and see if you can get them when we're a bit closer."
"About time," mumbled Sarah, "why'd she start us here anyway?" "Probably thinks that how well we do reflects on herself," answered Chelsea. "Probably," Michelle said while following Sung closer to the targets.
They did relatively better that day, couple of the arrows even managed to hit the actual targeting area. It seemed to Michelle that sung might have been a bit proud, though she didn't know whether she was proud of them or herself for teaching them.
Michelle figured that, even though she was homesick, it was better to be lost someplace with your friends and that at least it was a place she would have loved to visit anyway (even though she thought it impossible to ever come here). From here on out, she told herself she'd have a better look out on life in Lothlorien.
This was all, of course, easier said then done.
~*~
I dunno about this chapter, what do you guys think? I sense a distinct lack on CC in my reviews, and, personally, I find that the best kind of review. So...yes...and is anyone willing to beta-read for me? I'd really appreciate it, and I think this story might need it because it's going to go on for a while and I'd like it to do well. Well, I'll post later, bye!
~Fawkes