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DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF LORD OF THE RINGS (sadly)!
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Me...bored...decided to write...
ENJOY! REVIEW! ^^
P.s. Sorry if it gets a little Mary-Sueish here. But really, could you ever go live in someone else's house and just sit around all day while they waited on you? A) That would get boring after a while. B) It would be extremely uncomfortable and REALLY rude (to me, anyway).
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FAY'S P.O.V.
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I was lying in that world between the waking and the sleeping. Where dreams are so authentic, that you feel as though you could just reach out and touch them...
I had the strangest and yet, most interesting dream imaginable. I fell off Trooper the horse, and landed in Middle Earth (How, I know not). After a cold and lonely night, I was accidentally plunged into a river and washed downstream to a lake.
Aragorn and Gimli, from that series, THE LORD OF THE RINGS, found me, and helped me. Considering that my clothes were still wet, I was lent a cloak (so thick and warm you never want to take it off) and I even was given a lemba to eat.
The dream was so real, I could taste the sweetness of the elven treat, feel the cold earth beneath me and the warm fire of the campground beside me, the cloak around me, someone shaking me...
No, wait. That's real! Someone really was shaking me. I opened my eyes, and instantly, the sun greeted me, and instantly, I shut them again. "Five more minutes..." I groaned, thinking that my mother had pulled the shades in a final effort to wake me.
"Sorry, Milady, but we should leave now." My mother said. Wait, since when was mom's voice so deep and scratchy? I turned over and looked...straight into the eyes of Gimli the Dwarf.
My eyes widened. "So I wasn't dreaming..." I whispered in awe. Gimli laughed, a full deep throated laugh. "No, no, lass. You were not dreaming." I sat up, rubbing the sleepiness from my face. "Good morning." Aragorn nodded, and I managed a weak grin.
Gimli tossed me my jacket. "Here you are, all dry." He said. I caught it, and regretfully putting the heavenly cloak aside, pulled it on. Then I reached beside me and grabbed my boots, shoving my feet into them and lacing up the ties.
When finished, I stood up. "How do you fare this morning, lady?" Aragorn asked. I nodded, smiling. "Very well, thanks to you." Gimli smiled. "Would you be so kind as to carry this?" He asked, handing me a VERY small pack. "Of course!" I exclaimed, somewhat shocked. "It's the least that I can do..." He laughed. "Please, do not worry about that. It was our pleasure." I smiled my gratefulness again, and we set off.
After an hour or so of silent walking (again, riding boots are simply NOT meant for walking) (A/N: YEAH, that's why they're called RIDING boots, duh.), I realized that I didn't have the slightest idea where we were going. "So, um, where exactly are we headed to?" I asked quietly.
"Mirkwood, to see Prince Legolas. If there is somewhere that you would like us to take you instead..." He trailed off, and I didn't need him to tell me that they'd get me basically anywhere (Anywhere is Middle Earth, that is, unfortunately).
I tried to keep the grin off my face, Legolas was my FAVORITE character from Lord of the Rings. I mean, I wasn't DROOLING obsessed with him (some people may disagree with me on that, though), but I couldn't exactly just brush him off either...
"No, thank you anyways, Aragorn. You have already gone out of your way for me." He nodded, and again we started moving.
We didn't stop or talk again until VERY late that night. I was EXTREMELY tired, but I didn't say anything. I felt embarrassed enough, having them find me unconscious. UH, what a mess!
I don't like to be weak, not in front of people, anyways. Crying, falling, blushing, fainting, complaining, being all mushy and 'talkin' out your feelin's', anything of that sort embarrasses me to NO END.
People always just think 'Uh, little girly princess. Can't go a day without breakin' her nail and havin' to run to Daddy and cry.' I know that that's what they're thinkin', so I just stopped being 'feminine' and 'weak' a long time ago.
If you ask me, people have ALWAYS considered those two words to be synonyms. That infuriates me. Just because I'm a girl, I'm automatically weak. So I have to work twice as hard as all the boys to prove that I'm not. Uh, what a pain in the...
Gimli tossed me the cloak to use as a blanket. "Have a good night, lass." He yawned. "Thank you." I said, and lay down to sleep.
That night, I had a troublesome sleep. That @#!$ ground was cold and wouldn't you know it, I was lying on a bed of rocks. :::Of course! Just my luck.::: I thought sarcastically.
Since I couldn't sleep, I didn't even bother to try. I got up and began to pack everything. Even after I finished all that, dawn still hadn't come (But it was close). By the time Gimli and Aragorn awoke, everything was cleaned and ready to go.
He didn't know it yet, but I'd polished the blade on Gimli's axe. I didn't dare touch Aragorn's sword. I remembered from the story how much he loved it and didn't like anyone even THINKING about touching it.
They awoke, and Aragorn automatically moved to pack his bag, but found it done for him. He looked at me, and I smiled. A grin began to spread over his face too. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Thank you, Milday." He said, and I nodded. "Again," I said. "If there is ever anything that I can do to help out..." "I will inform you." He assured me. I smiled once more. "Wonderful."
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We walked all day again, but this time we stopped for lunch. By now, Gimli had discovered his axe, and was overjoyed. "It's not looked this good in years!" He exclaimed. I just smiled and ate a lemba (I couldn't get enough of them! They tasted like Angel Food Cake with traces of honey and wrapped in leaves).
"How far from here is Mirkwood?" Gimli asked, finally changing the subject. (He just kept on praising me. Granted it was nice, but after a while, I got uncomfortable. I didn't bother to tell him though).
"An hour's walk." Aragorn replied simply. I must admit, I was shocked by his answer, but I didn't say anything.
Actually, I'd been doing that a lot lately. Back home, I was very hyper, and extremely witty. Anytime that I could get my two bits (A/N: Yay! Two- Bit! From the Outsiders! I LOVE him! ^^) in, I did. But suddenly, ever since my little "spill" into the river, I'd barely said a word.
I used to act like I was on a permanent sugar-high, but now, now I just felt, tranquil. I think it was the forest. Everything about it was so peaceful and quiet, and put me at ease. Back home, there was a little stream across from my grandmother's house, and whenever I went over there, I would sit on one of the large rocks, and just sit there quietly, for hours on end.
That's what I was doing now.
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Before I knew it, we stood at the gates of Mirkwood. I could feel a knot in my stomach and a lump in my throat. What on Earth (A/N: Or should we say 'what on Middle earth'? tee hee) do you say to your crush?
Many times I'd pictured meeting him, but I thought then that he was only a storybook character, not real. Now, he would be right in front of me, in the flesh! AHHHH! WHAT DO I DO??!!
The doors slowly opened, creaking and groaning in protest. Aragorn and Gimli just walked right through as though they'd been out on a morning jog and were returning. I, on the other hand, felt like Jell-O, and was sure that I was going to collapse any moment. But that would be embarrassing, so I didn't.
Many, many elves stood everywhere. They all looked like clones, if you ask me. Every one of them had the same platinum blond hair, tall stature, creamy skin, china blue eyes, and elegant robes. I don't know why I felt out of place. I probably looked like an elf too (Just in really weird clothes).
"Well! If it isn't Master Elf, himself!" Gimli cried suddenly. I whipped my head up out of deep thought and looked. There, before me, greeting Aragorn and Gimli, was Legolas.
I just stood quietly in the background, hoping to high heaven (A/N: Or should it be 'high haven'? Hmmm...) that no one would notice me. The three of them stood there for a few minutes, overjoyed at their little reunion.
Finally, Legolas looked up, and I thought I would die of joy, though I dare not let it show on my face (You know, if it's possible, he was even more handsome in person, then in the movie). "And who is this lovely lady, hmmm?" He asked.
I curtsied slightly (something I'd never done before). "Fay, your highness." I said quietly. He smiled and held out his hand. "Welcome." He said. "Thank you." I replied, reaching forward to shake his hand. Before I could grasp it, he took mine ad raised it to his lips, kissing the back of it softly.
I guess that a look of bewilderment crossed my face because Gimli started laughing. I gently yet firmly pried my hand from Legolas's fingers and tried not to look so shocked. Legolas seemed confused, and Aragorn stepped forward to explain. While Gimli was laughing outright, you could tell that Aragorn was trying his best to hide his amusement.
"She's not from around here, Legolas." "Oh." He said, looking silly. "I apologize, Milady." I waved my hand aside. "All in the past." I said, and he smiled.
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THE END, FOR NOW REVIEW!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF LORD OF THE RINGS (sadly)!
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Me...bored...decided to write...
ENJOY! REVIEW! ^^
P.s. Sorry if it gets a little Mary-Sueish here. But really, could you ever go live in someone else's house and just sit around all day while they waited on you? A) That would get boring after a while. B) It would be extremely uncomfortable and REALLY rude (to me, anyway).
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FAY'S P.O.V.
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I was lying in that world between the waking and the sleeping. Where dreams are so authentic, that you feel as though you could just reach out and touch them...
I had the strangest and yet, most interesting dream imaginable. I fell off Trooper the horse, and landed in Middle Earth (How, I know not). After a cold and lonely night, I was accidentally plunged into a river and washed downstream to a lake.
Aragorn and Gimli, from that series, THE LORD OF THE RINGS, found me, and helped me. Considering that my clothes were still wet, I was lent a cloak (so thick and warm you never want to take it off) and I even was given a lemba to eat.
The dream was so real, I could taste the sweetness of the elven treat, feel the cold earth beneath me and the warm fire of the campground beside me, the cloak around me, someone shaking me...
No, wait. That's real! Someone really was shaking me. I opened my eyes, and instantly, the sun greeted me, and instantly, I shut them again. "Five more minutes..." I groaned, thinking that my mother had pulled the shades in a final effort to wake me.
"Sorry, Milady, but we should leave now." My mother said. Wait, since when was mom's voice so deep and scratchy? I turned over and looked...straight into the eyes of Gimli the Dwarf.
My eyes widened. "So I wasn't dreaming..." I whispered in awe. Gimli laughed, a full deep throated laugh. "No, no, lass. You were not dreaming." I sat up, rubbing the sleepiness from my face. "Good morning." Aragorn nodded, and I managed a weak grin.
Gimli tossed me my jacket. "Here you are, all dry." He said. I caught it, and regretfully putting the heavenly cloak aside, pulled it on. Then I reached beside me and grabbed my boots, shoving my feet into them and lacing up the ties.
When finished, I stood up. "How do you fare this morning, lady?" Aragorn asked. I nodded, smiling. "Very well, thanks to you." Gimli smiled. "Would you be so kind as to carry this?" He asked, handing me a VERY small pack. "Of course!" I exclaimed, somewhat shocked. "It's the least that I can do..." He laughed. "Please, do not worry about that. It was our pleasure." I smiled my gratefulness again, and we set off.
After an hour or so of silent walking (again, riding boots are simply NOT meant for walking) (A/N: YEAH, that's why they're called RIDING boots, duh.), I realized that I didn't have the slightest idea where we were going. "So, um, where exactly are we headed to?" I asked quietly.
"Mirkwood, to see Prince Legolas. If there is somewhere that you would like us to take you instead..." He trailed off, and I didn't need him to tell me that they'd get me basically anywhere (Anywhere is Middle Earth, that is, unfortunately).
I tried to keep the grin off my face, Legolas was my FAVORITE character from Lord of the Rings. I mean, I wasn't DROOLING obsessed with him (some people may disagree with me on that, though), but I couldn't exactly just brush him off either...
"No, thank you anyways, Aragorn. You have already gone out of your way for me." He nodded, and again we started moving.
We didn't stop or talk again until VERY late that night. I was EXTREMELY tired, but I didn't say anything. I felt embarrassed enough, having them find me unconscious. UH, what a mess!
I don't like to be weak, not in front of people, anyways. Crying, falling, blushing, fainting, complaining, being all mushy and 'talkin' out your feelin's', anything of that sort embarrasses me to NO END.
People always just think 'Uh, little girly princess. Can't go a day without breakin' her nail and havin' to run to Daddy and cry.' I know that that's what they're thinkin', so I just stopped being 'feminine' and 'weak' a long time ago.
If you ask me, people have ALWAYS considered those two words to be synonyms. That infuriates me. Just because I'm a girl, I'm automatically weak. So I have to work twice as hard as all the boys to prove that I'm not. Uh, what a pain in the...
Gimli tossed me the cloak to use as a blanket. "Have a good night, lass." He yawned. "Thank you." I said, and lay down to sleep.
That night, I had a troublesome sleep. That @#!$ ground was cold and wouldn't you know it, I was lying on a bed of rocks. :::Of course! Just my luck.::: I thought sarcastically.
Since I couldn't sleep, I didn't even bother to try. I got up and began to pack everything. Even after I finished all that, dawn still hadn't come (But it was close). By the time Gimli and Aragorn awoke, everything was cleaned and ready to go.
He didn't know it yet, but I'd polished the blade on Gimli's axe. I didn't dare touch Aragorn's sword. I remembered from the story how much he loved it and didn't like anyone even THINKING about touching it.
They awoke, and Aragorn automatically moved to pack his bag, but found it done for him. He looked at me, and I smiled. A grin began to spread over his face too. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Thank you, Milday." He said, and I nodded. "Again," I said. "If there is ever anything that I can do to help out..." "I will inform you." He assured me. I smiled once more. "Wonderful."
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We walked all day again, but this time we stopped for lunch. By now, Gimli had discovered his axe, and was overjoyed. "It's not looked this good in years!" He exclaimed. I just smiled and ate a lemba (I couldn't get enough of them! They tasted like Angel Food Cake with traces of honey and wrapped in leaves).
"How far from here is Mirkwood?" Gimli asked, finally changing the subject. (He just kept on praising me. Granted it was nice, but after a while, I got uncomfortable. I didn't bother to tell him though).
"An hour's walk." Aragorn replied simply. I must admit, I was shocked by his answer, but I didn't say anything.
Actually, I'd been doing that a lot lately. Back home, I was very hyper, and extremely witty. Anytime that I could get my two bits (A/N: Yay! Two- Bit! From the Outsiders! I LOVE him! ^^) in, I did. But suddenly, ever since my little "spill" into the river, I'd barely said a word.
I used to act like I was on a permanent sugar-high, but now, now I just felt, tranquil. I think it was the forest. Everything about it was so peaceful and quiet, and put me at ease. Back home, there was a little stream across from my grandmother's house, and whenever I went over there, I would sit on one of the large rocks, and just sit there quietly, for hours on end.
That's what I was doing now.
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Before I knew it, we stood at the gates of Mirkwood. I could feel a knot in my stomach and a lump in my throat. What on Earth (A/N: Or should we say 'what on Middle earth'? tee hee) do you say to your crush?
Many times I'd pictured meeting him, but I thought then that he was only a storybook character, not real. Now, he would be right in front of me, in the flesh! AHHHH! WHAT DO I DO??!!
The doors slowly opened, creaking and groaning in protest. Aragorn and Gimli just walked right through as though they'd been out on a morning jog and were returning. I, on the other hand, felt like Jell-O, and was sure that I was going to collapse any moment. But that would be embarrassing, so I didn't.
Many, many elves stood everywhere. They all looked like clones, if you ask me. Every one of them had the same platinum blond hair, tall stature, creamy skin, china blue eyes, and elegant robes. I don't know why I felt out of place. I probably looked like an elf too (Just in really weird clothes).
"Well! If it isn't Master Elf, himself!" Gimli cried suddenly. I whipped my head up out of deep thought and looked. There, before me, greeting Aragorn and Gimli, was Legolas.
I just stood quietly in the background, hoping to high heaven (A/N: Or should it be 'high haven'? Hmmm...) that no one would notice me. The three of them stood there for a few minutes, overjoyed at their little reunion.
Finally, Legolas looked up, and I thought I would die of joy, though I dare not let it show on my face (You know, if it's possible, he was even more handsome in person, then in the movie). "And who is this lovely lady, hmmm?" He asked.
I curtsied slightly (something I'd never done before). "Fay, your highness." I said quietly. He smiled and held out his hand. "Welcome." He said. "Thank you." I replied, reaching forward to shake his hand. Before I could grasp it, he took mine ad raised it to his lips, kissing the back of it softly.
I guess that a look of bewilderment crossed my face because Gimli started laughing. I gently yet firmly pried my hand from Legolas's fingers and tried not to look so shocked. Legolas seemed confused, and Aragorn stepped forward to explain. While Gimli was laughing outright, you could tell that Aragorn was trying his best to hide his amusement.
"She's not from around here, Legolas." "Oh." He said, looking silly. "I apologize, Milady." I waved my hand aside. "All in the past." I said, and he smiled.
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THE END, FOR NOW REVIEW!