If there is anything that I hate more than time warps. It's when the sun is
right in your eyes, driving you out of bed and then finding that your not
alone. I blinked up at the figure standing there, and frowned at Legolas as
he stared at me, sitting in bed drowsily and blinking to keep sleep from
retaking me. What the.? I saw the flash of bright silver in his hand. What
on earth was he doing.?
"Um, Legolas.? What are you doing here, in my room, with a mirror?" I ran a hand over my hair, and it immediately stopped, stuck on a snarl. I stood up and looked at him as he smirked at me. I frowned at him. What was so funny? I just didn't get it.
I looked down. I was still dressed. I wasn't even wrinkled. My clothes were still smooth even. It clicked then. My hair. What had he done.? I ran my hand over my hair again. Delicately. That was no snarl; it was more like a pin holding my hair in place. I felt along my hair, and felt a few small braids. I was lightly confused. He'd done this? It was done so. elegantly. It wrapped around my hair into a high, light ponytail, and then it was a loose river of soft hair.
What on earth? How had he managed that? Hair stylists would have mobbed him for that information.
"Legolas, did you do this?" I asked, feeling the hairdo gently, afraid it would fall apart if my touch were too persistent. He gave a small nod. "Indeed I did. I thought your hair needed a new style. Though it was hard to find something fitting you, with such short hair."
"My hair is not that short." I protested, but I smiled. Not very many people did my hair very often. Or at all. I never let them, afraid that they'd pull too hard or do something to it. Hey, after what I'd seen in school, why shouldn't I be paranoid?
I stood up and it felt strange not to have very much of my hair trailing down my shoulders, and down my back. I took Legolas' silver mirror and tried to see what he had done. My suspicions were soon confirmed, but I realized that there were two braids like his in my hair. Hmm, cool. I smiled and looked at him.
"I didn't know that you were such an artist. Maybe I'll have to treat you better, too, huh?"
Legolas remained silent. I don't think he knew I was kidding. When I said I was he nodded and smiled again, his smile from before having left because of his confusion. "Look, Legolas." I said, sitting on the bed once again and putting the elvish shoes/boots on. I looked up as I did, trying to see if he was listening or not.
"I really am sorry for being such a bitch yesterday, just to let you know. I mean, you knew what had happened and everything and had acted like you didn't even care, so Yeah that made me grumpy."
I frowned at the ground. Where was my other shoe?
"I can see why, Lady Jessica. You see, I."
I looked under the bed, nearly toppling off of it. Oh, there it was! I reached under it and grabbed it. Suddenly, it screamed. Or was that me? A white kitten was standing on all fours, hissing at me.
I smirked. I'd accidentally grabbed its tail instead of the shoe. I think poor Legolas nearly had a stroke. I mean, even he yelped. I smiled suddenly and grabbed the kitten around its leg, the closest thing to me, and was soon holding it.
It blinked at me and sniffed my hand. "Oh my god isn't she just adorable!?" I gushed, petting her. The White cat paid no attention to Legolas until I heard him sigh. I looked up at him innocently.
"What?"
"What do you mean, 'what'? I have never heard such a shriek before in Rivendel. I'm surprised you have not killed the kitten with that noise you made!"
My mouth immediately dropped open. What happened to nice Leggie!? He was being so mean! I didn't scream that badly. and besides, that was merely a yelp, from where I come from, that is. What, when in need of help, yelp? Jeez. I do not think so! If he wanted to be bratty again though, I could return the favor.
"Your not going to start being weird again, are you, Legs? Because I can be just as weird, and weirder!" I put the kitten on the bed, and grabbed my shoe from under the bed. Soon, I was ready for a walk or something.
I mean, heck, that's what I do. I like to get up, and leave the room I slept in. I mean, hey, it's not the center of my life. Well, not unless you count sleep. Legolas had picked up the kitten, which he was studying.
It looked like they were having some kind of staring contest, but Legolas' eyes were moving. I frowned, but watched, my head tilted to the side in curiosity. Eventually, I asked, thinking that this was getting ridiculous.
"What the hell are you doing with the cat? I mean, there's only so much that you can see, you know what I'm getting at?" He put the cat down. Or should I say, he dropped it and it was lucky to land on one foot? I sighed and left the room. I looked at the ring on my finger to make sure it was still there, and wandered off.
It wasn't long before I ran into Pippin, a Hobbit that had come with Aragorn and the other two hobbits. I only knew him from the fan art my friend did of him a few times. Carrie always did like drawing, mostly Legolas pictures, some Aragorn, some Boromir.
But she especially loved to draw the Hobbits. Though it was beyond me (Jessica) as to why I remembered Pippins name and none of the other hobbits names, except for Frodo. I moved my hair behind me, and onto my back, thinking that it was getting in the way. I looked to my right when I suddenly heard the metallic clang of metal ringing through the air.
I immediately perked up a little bit more, and smiled. Hell yes! Swords! I loved swords! I was headed down the nearest set of stairs and followed the light clinks and clangs of sword fighting. I was only too happy to follow the sounds until I reached a large Archery grounds.
I watched as I came across the sight of two men sparring. Or, that's what it looked like. He had long, soft brown hair and a mustache and beard, but really it was just a goatee. He had a woodsy look to him. He was somehow genteel, though. The other was an elf who seemed to be sparring with ease, but didn't look like he was winning. I blinked in surprise when I realized the opponent was none other than Lord Elrond.
If I'd been any more surprised, I'd have fallen on my head, I was sure of it. Why had I even thought that Elrond couldn't fight? I mean, the . elf was the head of a house. Of course he knew how to fight! I watched in amazement as Elrond knocked Aragorns sword out of his hand and stood down.
I smiled as Aragorn picked up his sword and smiled at Elrond.
"Then it is done, and it shall be remade. I still do not wish for this my friend, but it is, how it would have been anyway in the end."
"Well said, Aragorn. And true." I wondered if I should even be hearing that. Or anything else they were saying. Or were going to say. I took a step back and wouldn't it so happen that the second I moved, I was in Lord Elronds glare. I felt like I'd been caught spying or something. Aragorn was watching me now, too.
I smiled feebly. "Hi."
"What are you doing here, Lady Jessica? He asked in a very soft, very serious kind of voice. It carried, though. I took a moment to marvel at that, but answered.
"Well, I heard the sword fighting, and I got curious and came your way. In my world, swords don't really exist except for decoration and are rare to come by unless you find a sword collector. I've always thought they were cool though and I thought that it was really, really awesome that you guys were actually sword fighting. I've never even really seen that before and when you guys ended and started talking about.. Whatever it was, then I started to feel like I shouldn't be here and listening to it, because it's not my business and all."
I frowned and looked away, uncomfortable. I looked back and there were looks of surprise on their faces.
"Yu mean to tell us that there are no swords in your world in use, and are merely decorations?" Aragorn asked in disbelief. "How do you protect yourselves?"
"We use guns. It's like a very highly advanced bow and arrow. kind of. It's metal, and shoots these little bullets, or pieces of metal at you. I don't really know how to explain them. they're at least ten times as dangerous though."
"Would you like to learn how to use a sword, Milady?" I smiled and nodded. I hoped I wasn't too weak, or holding up the sword wasn't too big of a problem. Aragorn walked over to me and I stood a bit taller. Didn't want him to think I was some kind of coward, now, did I?
"Do you think you could handle my sword? Or do you need something lighter, or smaller?"
I blanched inwardly. His sword!? My god I'd end up killing myself!
"I definitely need something a little smaller and lighter. I'd die trying to do anything with that thing. No offense but I mean. well, look at it, Aragorn, and look at me."
He smiled like he was going to laugh, but wisely did not. He left, and I walked towards Lord Elrond a little. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. "So," I asked, curious, "who's teaching me?" He smiled, and I knew I was in deep doo-doo. I mean, it was that knowing smile that you knew meant trouble. Oh God, I thought. Just then Aragorn reappeared, and brought a semi heavy, half as tall as me, sword. I think it was supposed to be complimentary to my size, but I felt like a dwarf with this sword.
I took it though, and Aragorn held the scabbard. I weighed it, and decided it was a good sword. That and I liked the oriental leaves on the blades. "Are you ready? Lord Elrond asked, and I smiled.
Let the training begin!
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"Um, Legolas.? What are you doing here, in my room, with a mirror?" I ran a hand over my hair, and it immediately stopped, stuck on a snarl. I stood up and looked at him as he smirked at me. I frowned at him. What was so funny? I just didn't get it.
I looked down. I was still dressed. I wasn't even wrinkled. My clothes were still smooth even. It clicked then. My hair. What had he done.? I ran my hand over my hair again. Delicately. That was no snarl; it was more like a pin holding my hair in place. I felt along my hair, and felt a few small braids. I was lightly confused. He'd done this? It was done so. elegantly. It wrapped around my hair into a high, light ponytail, and then it was a loose river of soft hair.
What on earth? How had he managed that? Hair stylists would have mobbed him for that information.
"Legolas, did you do this?" I asked, feeling the hairdo gently, afraid it would fall apart if my touch were too persistent. He gave a small nod. "Indeed I did. I thought your hair needed a new style. Though it was hard to find something fitting you, with such short hair."
"My hair is not that short." I protested, but I smiled. Not very many people did my hair very often. Or at all. I never let them, afraid that they'd pull too hard or do something to it. Hey, after what I'd seen in school, why shouldn't I be paranoid?
I stood up and it felt strange not to have very much of my hair trailing down my shoulders, and down my back. I took Legolas' silver mirror and tried to see what he had done. My suspicions were soon confirmed, but I realized that there were two braids like his in my hair. Hmm, cool. I smiled and looked at him.
"I didn't know that you were such an artist. Maybe I'll have to treat you better, too, huh?"
Legolas remained silent. I don't think he knew I was kidding. When I said I was he nodded and smiled again, his smile from before having left because of his confusion. "Look, Legolas." I said, sitting on the bed once again and putting the elvish shoes/boots on. I looked up as I did, trying to see if he was listening or not.
"I really am sorry for being such a bitch yesterday, just to let you know. I mean, you knew what had happened and everything and had acted like you didn't even care, so Yeah that made me grumpy."
I frowned at the ground. Where was my other shoe?
"I can see why, Lady Jessica. You see, I."
I looked under the bed, nearly toppling off of it. Oh, there it was! I reached under it and grabbed it. Suddenly, it screamed. Or was that me? A white kitten was standing on all fours, hissing at me.
I smirked. I'd accidentally grabbed its tail instead of the shoe. I think poor Legolas nearly had a stroke. I mean, even he yelped. I smiled suddenly and grabbed the kitten around its leg, the closest thing to me, and was soon holding it.
It blinked at me and sniffed my hand. "Oh my god isn't she just adorable!?" I gushed, petting her. The White cat paid no attention to Legolas until I heard him sigh. I looked up at him innocently.
"What?"
"What do you mean, 'what'? I have never heard such a shriek before in Rivendel. I'm surprised you have not killed the kitten with that noise you made!"
My mouth immediately dropped open. What happened to nice Leggie!? He was being so mean! I didn't scream that badly. and besides, that was merely a yelp, from where I come from, that is. What, when in need of help, yelp? Jeez. I do not think so! If he wanted to be bratty again though, I could return the favor.
"Your not going to start being weird again, are you, Legs? Because I can be just as weird, and weirder!" I put the kitten on the bed, and grabbed my shoe from under the bed. Soon, I was ready for a walk or something.
I mean, heck, that's what I do. I like to get up, and leave the room I slept in. I mean, hey, it's not the center of my life. Well, not unless you count sleep. Legolas had picked up the kitten, which he was studying.
It looked like they were having some kind of staring contest, but Legolas' eyes were moving. I frowned, but watched, my head tilted to the side in curiosity. Eventually, I asked, thinking that this was getting ridiculous.
"What the hell are you doing with the cat? I mean, there's only so much that you can see, you know what I'm getting at?" He put the cat down. Or should I say, he dropped it and it was lucky to land on one foot? I sighed and left the room. I looked at the ring on my finger to make sure it was still there, and wandered off.
It wasn't long before I ran into Pippin, a Hobbit that had come with Aragorn and the other two hobbits. I only knew him from the fan art my friend did of him a few times. Carrie always did like drawing, mostly Legolas pictures, some Aragorn, some Boromir.
But she especially loved to draw the Hobbits. Though it was beyond me (Jessica) as to why I remembered Pippins name and none of the other hobbits names, except for Frodo. I moved my hair behind me, and onto my back, thinking that it was getting in the way. I looked to my right when I suddenly heard the metallic clang of metal ringing through the air.
I immediately perked up a little bit more, and smiled. Hell yes! Swords! I loved swords! I was headed down the nearest set of stairs and followed the light clinks and clangs of sword fighting. I was only too happy to follow the sounds until I reached a large Archery grounds.
I watched as I came across the sight of two men sparring. Or, that's what it looked like. He had long, soft brown hair and a mustache and beard, but really it was just a goatee. He had a woodsy look to him. He was somehow genteel, though. The other was an elf who seemed to be sparring with ease, but didn't look like he was winning. I blinked in surprise when I realized the opponent was none other than Lord Elrond.
If I'd been any more surprised, I'd have fallen on my head, I was sure of it. Why had I even thought that Elrond couldn't fight? I mean, the . elf was the head of a house. Of course he knew how to fight! I watched in amazement as Elrond knocked Aragorns sword out of his hand and stood down.
I smiled as Aragorn picked up his sword and smiled at Elrond.
"Then it is done, and it shall be remade. I still do not wish for this my friend, but it is, how it would have been anyway in the end."
"Well said, Aragorn. And true." I wondered if I should even be hearing that. Or anything else they were saying. Or were going to say. I took a step back and wouldn't it so happen that the second I moved, I was in Lord Elronds glare. I felt like I'd been caught spying or something. Aragorn was watching me now, too.
I smiled feebly. "Hi."
"What are you doing here, Lady Jessica? He asked in a very soft, very serious kind of voice. It carried, though. I took a moment to marvel at that, but answered.
"Well, I heard the sword fighting, and I got curious and came your way. In my world, swords don't really exist except for decoration and are rare to come by unless you find a sword collector. I've always thought they were cool though and I thought that it was really, really awesome that you guys were actually sword fighting. I've never even really seen that before and when you guys ended and started talking about.. Whatever it was, then I started to feel like I shouldn't be here and listening to it, because it's not my business and all."
I frowned and looked away, uncomfortable. I looked back and there were looks of surprise on their faces.
"Yu mean to tell us that there are no swords in your world in use, and are merely decorations?" Aragorn asked in disbelief. "How do you protect yourselves?"
"We use guns. It's like a very highly advanced bow and arrow. kind of. It's metal, and shoots these little bullets, or pieces of metal at you. I don't really know how to explain them. they're at least ten times as dangerous though."
"Would you like to learn how to use a sword, Milady?" I smiled and nodded. I hoped I wasn't too weak, or holding up the sword wasn't too big of a problem. Aragorn walked over to me and I stood a bit taller. Didn't want him to think I was some kind of coward, now, did I?
"Do you think you could handle my sword? Or do you need something lighter, or smaller?"
I blanched inwardly. His sword!? My god I'd end up killing myself!
"I definitely need something a little smaller and lighter. I'd die trying to do anything with that thing. No offense but I mean. well, look at it, Aragorn, and look at me."
He smiled like he was going to laugh, but wisely did not. He left, and I walked towards Lord Elrond a little. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. "So," I asked, curious, "who's teaching me?" He smiled, and I knew I was in deep doo-doo. I mean, it was that knowing smile that you knew meant trouble. Oh God, I thought. Just then Aragorn reappeared, and brought a semi heavy, half as tall as me, sword. I think it was supposed to be complimentary to my size, but I felt like a dwarf with this sword.
I took it though, and Aragorn held the scabbard. I weighed it, and decided it was a good sword. That and I liked the oriental leaves on the blades. "Are you ready? Lord Elrond asked, and I smiled.
Let the training begin!
((Whoopee! Like, I hope? Please review. I know that this isn't much of a AN, (authors note,) but it's exactly 6:11 a.m. over here, sooo.. Yeah. Please review if you like.))