((This may get interesting yet. I'm going to try and do something I've only
tried once before, so bear with me and make sure to review to let me know
if something is wrong or whatever. On with the story, eh? ^_^" ALSO BE
AWARE that I am going from Jessica said- to I said. Yes, I know I probably
shouldn't, but I can always repair it later if I get enough people
complaining about it or I decide to change it.))
I looked around in mild wonder at all of the elves, never having seen so many elves in my life, nor imagined.
I stopped walking just as I saw a man try to dodge me, and I did the same, instinctively moving back a step. I blushed lightly as I saw who it was, forgetting his name. He had curly, deep brownish black hair that had been combed to silk perfection. He also had hazel eyes that could be very expressive, as I learned when he gave me a puzzled look.
"Why are you wearing males clothing?" He asked, taking another look at my time inappropriate clothing. I sighed. It just seemed to be my day, didn't it?
"I'm not really from around here. I came, basically, from another world. In that world I'm used to wearing Jeans and stuff. What you guys call Leggings." I explained, looking him over some as I spoke, thinking, 'Damn he's hot,' and met his eyes again. 'Bet he's taken, too. Why me?'
"How are you from another world?" He asked doubtfully, but curiously.
Explaining it was a lot harder than I had thought it would be, and the only thing he seemed to believe was when I was attacked by Orcs and saved by Legolas, who had been on his way to Rivendel to help with a journey, apparently.
"So what is this journey?" I asked looking curiously at him, interested to learn of it.
((~Unfortunately Jessica pays little attention to her friends when they talk about lord of the rings, but bear with me, eh?~))
He only smiled and shook his head. "I am sorry, but I cannot tell you any of this unless Lord Elrond bids it well to be said to you, I apologize, but that is how it is to be." He then paused and seemed to consider for a moment, and asked me, "Would you like to sit by me and Arwen during dinner?"
"I'd be pleased to. Can you tell me," I began as we began walking up to a table, "Why it's up to Elrond? I mean, doesn't anybody else have any say in these kinds of matters?"
"Because, he is the Lord of the Last Homely house. As he Lord of his house, he has say of what happens here. He has also called council here which is to decide upon a large fate."
We sat down as we reached the table when a female elf spoke to the man who had led me to the table. "Ya naa tanya?" She asked him, and he said something else, and she nodded. I was confused.
"What did you guys just say?" I asked curiously. "It isn't important, I just told her who you were in Elvish." Aragorn explained to me. I frowned at him. I looked to Mrs. Elf and raised an eyebrow at her as well.
"Don't you know it's not polite to speak other languages in front of people who don't know the language that your speaking?"
I received the burning end of the glare she gave me. I looked to the food and began to dish myself up some food, occasionally stopping to ask Aragorn a few questions at a time, and was surprised to learn that this Elf was, in fact, Arwen. She looked so different in the new dress that I hadn't realized who she was. Why had she asked who I was? Did she think that I was a compulsive liar and gave a different name to everyone I'd met here? I suddenly understood why Dwarves and Elves got along so badly.
Elves, or at least this one, were too suspicious and expected to see and or hear things that weren't there, and or weren't true. After dinner, I found I had been so busy thinking to myself and about how Arwen was acting that I had seemed completely and totally immersed in my own world, though I remembered everything that they had said, English or not.
"Did you hear what we asked you, Jessica?"
I looked over to Aragorn and nodded. He had asked about where I was from and if I knew why I was here. "I don't know why I'm here and I can't really explain to you what my world is like, not accurately, anyway. I apologize. But earlier when you were talking about the hobbits. tell me, what are hobbits? You seem to think goodly of them."
-~Aragorn~- Aragorn smiled lightly to himself. This girl, wherever she had come from, was a lot more observant than she had let on when he had first seen her, talking to Gimli, Son of Gloin.
"Hobbits are halflings, and yes, I do think goodly of them. I brought them here. So did Arwen, when Frodo needed bringing sooner than we could give him."
He took a drink of his wine before standing. Both Arwen and Jessica looked at him simultaneously.
"Where are you going, Aragorn?" Jessica asked.
"Just to speak with Legolas. Do not worry, I will come back soon."
"Aragorn?" Jessica said, Aragorn sighed and vowed not to come back if this kept up. "Yes, Jessica?" He asked in a slightly exasperated voice.
"Could you tell Legolas to please stop putting me with everyone he knows and running off the second he does so? I like his friends and all, but he's not a very good host when he doe's that."
Maybe it was the please, maybe it was because he wanted to see the face Legolas made when he told him that Jessica thought that he was afraid of her, and was, in addition, being a bad host to top it off. But he walked off after giving a genuine grin and nodding, to find Legolas.
-~Jessica~- I watched him go and wondered if he would really tell Legolas that. I smiled slightly at the thought of a pissed off Legolas. Now don't get me wrong, I liked him, but to an extent, he drove me crackers. I mean, last time I had seen him he'd startled me so badly that I'd practically left my skin behind!
I smiled inwardly to myself, and stood, excusing myself from the now nearly silent table, and to the doors. Opening them, I stepped out, breathing in the fresh air and welcoming the soft smell of distant flowers and grass.
I leaned lightly against the white, alabaster colored balcony wall, and watched as the sun sank down in the distant sky, and softened the worlds light, making the sky turn red and blue, there was purple, rouge, orange, and more colors than that. The stars began to peek through the darkening sky as she watched, and time lost all of its potency.
She leaned her head back as a breath of purple wound around the darkening sunset, against the stone pillar behind her. She jumped when she heard a noise to her left, and turned to look and see whom it was. She froze when she saw that it was someone that she didn't know. She knew that Rivendell was safe, she just wasn't so sure about its occupants.
He wore a white and gold ensemble that covered him; the sleeves dipped lowly, opening on top and low on the bottom. ((Imagine a regular shirtsleeve with a little more room at the end, like bellbottomed jeans, just different.)) The gold was laced in lacy patterns over his arms and shoulders, nearly joining in the middle of his chest, only to leave off in the middle and train gaily down the sides, dripping some delicate gold thread that glittered in the light of a torch that had been lit while I wasn't looking.
His leggings were also white, and he had the gentlest light brown eyes that seemed to catch all light available, or so it seemed. She glanced at his light brown hair, and saw that it too seemed to glimmer. Who was he? He was drop dead gorgeous, but she had to remember her caution. Sometimes, regretfully, the package was deceiving.
"Who are you?"
Gwahahahahaa!!! Yes, I am evil, I know. I'm stuck with what to do as of now. Please review!! I love to see the inside views people have on my fan fictions.
I looked around in mild wonder at all of the elves, never having seen so many elves in my life, nor imagined.
I stopped walking just as I saw a man try to dodge me, and I did the same, instinctively moving back a step. I blushed lightly as I saw who it was, forgetting his name. He had curly, deep brownish black hair that had been combed to silk perfection. He also had hazel eyes that could be very expressive, as I learned when he gave me a puzzled look.
"Why are you wearing males clothing?" He asked, taking another look at my time inappropriate clothing. I sighed. It just seemed to be my day, didn't it?
"I'm not really from around here. I came, basically, from another world. In that world I'm used to wearing Jeans and stuff. What you guys call Leggings." I explained, looking him over some as I spoke, thinking, 'Damn he's hot,' and met his eyes again. 'Bet he's taken, too. Why me?'
"How are you from another world?" He asked doubtfully, but curiously.
Explaining it was a lot harder than I had thought it would be, and the only thing he seemed to believe was when I was attacked by Orcs and saved by Legolas, who had been on his way to Rivendel to help with a journey, apparently.
"So what is this journey?" I asked looking curiously at him, interested to learn of it.
((~Unfortunately Jessica pays little attention to her friends when they talk about lord of the rings, but bear with me, eh?~))
He only smiled and shook his head. "I am sorry, but I cannot tell you any of this unless Lord Elrond bids it well to be said to you, I apologize, but that is how it is to be." He then paused and seemed to consider for a moment, and asked me, "Would you like to sit by me and Arwen during dinner?"
"I'd be pleased to. Can you tell me," I began as we began walking up to a table, "Why it's up to Elrond? I mean, doesn't anybody else have any say in these kinds of matters?"
"Because, he is the Lord of the Last Homely house. As he Lord of his house, he has say of what happens here. He has also called council here which is to decide upon a large fate."
We sat down as we reached the table when a female elf spoke to the man who had led me to the table. "Ya naa tanya?" She asked him, and he said something else, and she nodded. I was confused.
"What did you guys just say?" I asked curiously. "It isn't important, I just told her who you were in Elvish." Aragorn explained to me. I frowned at him. I looked to Mrs. Elf and raised an eyebrow at her as well.
"Don't you know it's not polite to speak other languages in front of people who don't know the language that your speaking?"
I received the burning end of the glare she gave me. I looked to the food and began to dish myself up some food, occasionally stopping to ask Aragorn a few questions at a time, and was surprised to learn that this Elf was, in fact, Arwen. She looked so different in the new dress that I hadn't realized who she was. Why had she asked who I was? Did she think that I was a compulsive liar and gave a different name to everyone I'd met here? I suddenly understood why Dwarves and Elves got along so badly.
Elves, or at least this one, were too suspicious and expected to see and or hear things that weren't there, and or weren't true. After dinner, I found I had been so busy thinking to myself and about how Arwen was acting that I had seemed completely and totally immersed in my own world, though I remembered everything that they had said, English or not.
"Did you hear what we asked you, Jessica?"
I looked over to Aragorn and nodded. He had asked about where I was from and if I knew why I was here. "I don't know why I'm here and I can't really explain to you what my world is like, not accurately, anyway. I apologize. But earlier when you were talking about the hobbits. tell me, what are hobbits? You seem to think goodly of them."
-~Aragorn~- Aragorn smiled lightly to himself. This girl, wherever she had come from, was a lot more observant than she had let on when he had first seen her, talking to Gimli, Son of Gloin.
"Hobbits are halflings, and yes, I do think goodly of them. I brought them here. So did Arwen, when Frodo needed bringing sooner than we could give him."
He took a drink of his wine before standing. Both Arwen and Jessica looked at him simultaneously.
"Where are you going, Aragorn?" Jessica asked.
"Just to speak with Legolas. Do not worry, I will come back soon."
"Aragorn?" Jessica said, Aragorn sighed and vowed not to come back if this kept up. "Yes, Jessica?" He asked in a slightly exasperated voice.
"Could you tell Legolas to please stop putting me with everyone he knows and running off the second he does so? I like his friends and all, but he's not a very good host when he doe's that."
Maybe it was the please, maybe it was because he wanted to see the face Legolas made when he told him that Jessica thought that he was afraid of her, and was, in addition, being a bad host to top it off. But he walked off after giving a genuine grin and nodding, to find Legolas.
-~Jessica~- I watched him go and wondered if he would really tell Legolas that. I smiled slightly at the thought of a pissed off Legolas. Now don't get me wrong, I liked him, but to an extent, he drove me crackers. I mean, last time I had seen him he'd startled me so badly that I'd practically left my skin behind!
I smiled inwardly to myself, and stood, excusing myself from the now nearly silent table, and to the doors. Opening them, I stepped out, breathing in the fresh air and welcoming the soft smell of distant flowers and grass.
I leaned lightly against the white, alabaster colored balcony wall, and watched as the sun sank down in the distant sky, and softened the worlds light, making the sky turn red and blue, there was purple, rouge, orange, and more colors than that. The stars began to peek through the darkening sky as she watched, and time lost all of its potency.
She leaned her head back as a breath of purple wound around the darkening sunset, against the stone pillar behind her. She jumped when she heard a noise to her left, and turned to look and see whom it was. She froze when she saw that it was someone that she didn't know. She knew that Rivendell was safe, she just wasn't so sure about its occupants.
He wore a white and gold ensemble that covered him; the sleeves dipped lowly, opening on top and low on the bottom. ((Imagine a regular shirtsleeve with a little more room at the end, like bellbottomed jeans, just different.)) The gold was laced in lacy patterns over his arms and shoulders, nearly joining in the middle of his chest, only to leave off in the middle and train gaily down the sides, dripping some delicate gold thread that glittered in the light of a torch that had been lit while I wasn't looking.
His leggings were also white, and he had the gentlest light brown eyes that seemed to catch all light available, or so it seemed. She glanced at his light brown hair, and saw that it too seemed to glimmer. Who was he? He was drop dead gorgeous, but she had to remember her caution. Sometimes, regretfully, the package was deceiving.
"Who are you?"
Gwahahahahaa!!! Yes, I am evil, I know. I'm stuck with what to do as of now. Please review!! I love to see the inside views people have on my fan fictions.