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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).
No shoutouts today (
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FAY'S P.O.V.
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"Miss Fay, what did you say the name of your world was?" Legolas asked. "Earth, your highness." I answered. "JUST Earth?" He asked, puzzlement clear on his face. "Yes, your highness."
He opened his mouth to reply, when someone called. "Your highness!" "Prince Legolas!" Two young elf maidens came running over.
They were quite pretty. One had somewhat dark blond hair. It had streaks of brown in it- unusual (for a wood elf), but pretty nonetheless. A small gold circlet adorned her forehead and nicely complimented her golden dress and green eyes.
The other she-elf had the natural blond (almost white) hair. She had on a shimmery green dress that looked almost transparent in the beautiful sunlight- which was bouncing radiantly off her hair. Her brown/ green eyes were jumping with joy as she gazed on the prince- her soft pink lips curved into a delicate smile.
"Your highness." The brunette curtsied gently. Man, these two were the ultimate 'perfect princesses'. If you looked up gorgeous in the dictionary, there was their picture. I began to feel almost self-conscious when I silently compared my slightly freckled face with their perfect, creamy skin. I'd never given a thought to my freckles before, but I was beginning to feel out of place. Granted, freckles were considered beauty spots in Ireland (or so my Irish grandfather said), but that was probably because nearly everyone there had them! Plus, I wasn't in Ireland- far from it, in fact.
"Lady Imaya! Lady Soaria!" Legolas smiled, bowing slightly. They giggled, and I arched my eyebrow. "How are you, fair maidens?" Legolas asked politely. They commenced to giggling once more. "Well, noble prince. And yourself?" "I am well, also." He answered. Then things were silent for a moment. "Are you so bored, dear prince, that you've taken to spending your time with servants?" Soaria, the blond, asked. I scowled, and she smirked. "Yes, your highness," Imaya piped up. "You really should have some fun. Would you care for dinner with my sister and I, this evening?" She asked.
Ah, so they were sisters. "Excuse me, ladies, this is Miss Fay. Fay, these are the Ladies Imaya and Soaria." He said smoothly, pointedly ignoring Imaya's question. I curtsied. "Pleasure." I said simply. They nodded.
Silence (again). "Well, your highness?" Soaria asked, going back to the dinner question. "I wish I could, ladies, but I am afraid that duty calls. Lord Ellesar and I are going hunting. Perhaps another time?" He asked. They looked crestfallen. "Oh, yes. Of course." "Well, if you'll excuse me, I must go prepare." He bowed again, and they curtsied. "Will I see you tomorrow morning, Miss Fay?" He asked, just before turning to go. "Uh, I suppose." "Good." He smiled, and set off.
Imaya and Soaria waved pleasantly at his retreating back. The moment that he was out of sight, though, their faces changed almost immediantly. They looked at me sharply, disdain written on their lovely features. Oh, how unpleasant they looked then!
"Tell us, Miss Fay," Imaya said, trying to keep the venom from rising in her voice. "What is tomorrow morning?" I arched my eyebrow further. "Your guess is as good as mine, ma'am." "Don't lie to us!" Soaria hissed. "You seem to be forgetting your place as servant!" "Hmm, seemingly." I replied. They scowled, shadows growing under their eyes. "You shall regret this day, maid." Imaya snapped. Then, they turned on their heel and began walking in the other direction- disgust in their step.
I sighed, shaking my head, and turned back towardes my quarters.
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When I got back to my room, Tecka, a fellow maid, told me that the Lady Cirila had fallen ill and that I was to take the rest of the day off. "Thank you." I said, and threw off the maids' uniform. Quickly I reached into the drawers of my small cabinet and pulled out the clothes that I'd been wearing when I arrived in Middle Earth.
They had been washed and mended for me by the Lady Lareea, and looked better than new. I was thrilled.
The day passed slowly, and I decided on some sort of activity. When you fall off your horse, it's best to get back on, right (unless of course you're fatally injured)? Exactly.
I made my way over to the stables and talked one of the servant boys into lending me a horse.
I was given a brown mare with strawberry highlights in her blond mane. She was gorgeous, and reminded me of a rather large mare that I used to know named Spirit. Spirit had, well, spirit. She was the spunkiest, peppiest little horse I've ever met. Okay, mayebe not quite so little. She was also one of the biggest horses at Twin Willows. I had ridden her many times, and sometimes I did okay, and other times, well- somebody fed her too many sugar cubes...
I had to specially request gear for this small, Middle Earth reincarnation of Spirit. Elves did not ride with tack. The boy nodded, extremely patient with me.
Finally ready, I headed over to the small ring that was specially made for these practices. "Okay MoonBeam, ready?" I asked the horse (who had a TOTALLY unoriginal name, in my opinion). She snorted and stamped her hoof slightly. I laughed. "I'll take that as a yes."
In one swift motion I hopped onto her back, and adjusted myself. "Walk." I commanded, kicking her VERY lightly. More of a tap really...Best not to KICK a horse until you know their personalties. Some don't mind it, and others go LIVID when they're kicked. Fortuantely for me, MoonBeam didn't seem to mind my heel brushing her side ever so slightly, and began to walk briskly forward.
This small ride rejuvinated my spirits. That is, until, I received the horrible news.
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kk, sory that this was SOOO short, but hey, at least I put it up!! ^^
I should get the next one up soon. I dunno. I'm busier than a worker bee, lol
~* ElfPilot *~
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).
No shoutouts today (
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FAY'S P.O.V.
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"Miss Fay, what did you say the name of your world was?" Legolas asked. "Earth, your highness." I answered. "JUST Earth?" He asked, puzzlement clear on his face. "Yes, your highness."
He opened his mouth to reply, when someone called. "Your highness!" "Prince Legolas!" Two young elf maidens came running over.
They were quite pretty. One had somewhat dark blond hair. It had streaks of brown in it- unusual (for a wood elf), but pretty nonetheless. A small gold circlet adorned her forehead and nicely complimented her golden dress and green eyes.
The other she-elf had the natural blond (almost white) hair. She had on a shimmery green dress that looked almost transparent in the beautiful sunlight- which was bouncing radiantly off her hair. Her brown/ green eyes were jumping with joy as she gazed on the prince- her soft pink lips curved into a delicate smile.
"Your highness." The brunette curtsied gently. Man, these two were the ultimate 'perfect princesses'. If you looked up gorgeous in the dictionary, there was their picture. I began to feel almost self-conscious when I silently compared my slightly freckled face with their perfect, creamy skin. I'd never given a thought to my freckles before, but I was beginning to feel out of place. Granted, freckles were considered beauty spots in Ireland (or so my Irish grandfather said), but that was probably because nearly everyone there had them! Plus, I wasn't in Ireland- far from it, in fact.
"Lady Imaya! Lady Soaria!" Legolas smiled, bowing slightly. They giggled, and I arched my eyebrow. "How are you, fair maidens?" Legolas asked politely. They commenced to giggling once more. "Well, noble prince. And yourself?" "I am well, also." He answered. Then things were silent for a moment. "Are you so bored, dear prince, that you've taken to spending your time with servants?" Soaria, the blond, asked. I scowled, and she smirked. "Yes, your highness," Imaya piped up. "You really should have some fun. Would you care for dinner with my sister and I, this evening?" She asked.
Ah, so they were sisters. "Excuse me, ladies, this is Miss Fay. Fay, these are the Ladies Imaya and Soaria." He said smoothly, pointedly ignoring Imaya's question. I curtsied. "Pleasure." I said simply. They nodded.
Silence (again). "Well, your highness?" Soaria asked, going back to the dinner question. "I wish I could, ladies, but I am afraid that duty calls. Lord Ellesar and I are going hunting. Perhaps another time?" He asked. They looked crestfallen. "Oh, yes. Of course." "Well, if you'll excuse me, I must go prepare." He bowed again, and they curtsied. "Will I see you tomorrow morning, Miss Fay?" He asked, just before turning to go. "Uh, I suppose." "Good." He smiled, and set off.
Imaya and Soaria waved pleasantly at his retreating back. The moment that he was out of sight, though, their faces changed almost immediantly. They looked at me sharply, disdain written on their lovely features. Oh, how unpleasant they looked then!
"Tell us, Miss Fay," Imaya said, trying to keep the venom from rising in her voice. "What is tomorrow morning?" I arched my eyebrow further. "Your guess is as good as mine, ma'am." "Don't lie to us!" Soaria hissed. "You seem to be forgetting your place as servant!" "Hmm, seemingly." I replied. They scowled, shadows growing under their eyes. "You shall regret this day, maid." Imaya snapped. Then, they turned on their heel and began walking in the other direction- disgust in their step.
I sighed, shaking my head, and turned back towardes my quarters.
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When I got back to my room, Tecka, a fellow maid, told me that the Lady Cirila had fallen ill and that I was to take the rest of the day off. "Thank you." I said, and threw off the maids' uniform. Quickly I reached into the drawers of my small cabinet and pulled out the clothes that I'd been wearing when I arrived in Middle Earth.
They had been washed and mended for me by the Lady Lareea, and looked better than new. I was thrilled.
The day passed slowly, and I decided on some sort of activity. When you fall off your horse, it's best to get back on, right (unless of course you're fatally injured)? Exactly.
I made my way over to the stables and talked one of the servant boys into lending me a horse.
I was given a brown mare with strawberry highlights in her blond mane. She was gorgeous, and reminded me of a rather large mare that I used to know named Spirit. Spirit had, well, spirit. She was the spunkiest, peppiest little horse I've ever met. Okay, mayebe not quite so little. She was also one of the biggest horses at Twin Willows. I had ridden her many times, and sometimes I did okay, and other times, well- somebody fed her too many sugar cubes...
I had to specially request gear for this small, Middle Earth reincarnation of Spirit. Elves did not ride with tack. The boy nodded, extremely patient with me.
Finally ready, I headed over to the small ring that was specially made for these practices. "Okay MoonBeam, ready?" I asked the horse (who had a TOTALLY unoriginal name, in my opinion). She snorted and stamped her hoof slightly. I laughed. "I'll take that as a yes."
In one swift motion I hopped onto her back, and adjusted myself. "Walk." I commanded, kicking her VERY lightly. More of a tap really...Best not to KICK a horse until you know their personalties. Some don't mind it, and others go LIVID when they're kicked. Fortuantely for me, MoonBeam didn't seem to mind my heel brushing her side ever so slightly, and began to walk briskly forward.
This small ride rejuvinated my spirits. That is, until, I received the horrible news.
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kk, sory that this was SOOO short, but hey, at least I put it up!! ^^
I should get the next one up soon. I dunno. I'm busier than a worker bee, lol
~* ElfPilot *~