Moving on...
Disclaimer- (refer to last chapter.)
*Jamie's POV*
"Um…let's just say...we're…close?"
"Oh? Like how?"
"I'll never tell! BWAHAHAHAH!" Chelsea cackled.
I got out of bed, dressed myself in an Elvish, corset type dress, and went to eat.
"God, I'm starving!" I muttered to Chelsea.
"Well, I suppose you should be! You haven't eaten in almost 2 days!"
"Woah, that long? I guess I was just too shocked with everything that's been happening."
Chelsea and I tripped, literally tripped, into the dining hall and sat ourselves down.
I tried to eat as gracefully as I could. I mean, I didn't want to leave a bad impression. I picked up what looked like bred and nibbled at it.
"Yum, what is this?" I questioned Chelsea. Before she could answer…
"Lllleeemmmmbbbaaaas…elvishh waaaaaaaybread." (A/N- inside joke, lol).
"Squee! You have returned!"
Again, I am trying very hard not to faint.
"I have never left. I am Valandil, son of Thranduil, brother of Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood."
"Chelsea, I'm feeling better. I'm going to walk around a bit. I'll leave you two to talk."
As I walked through the Elven-designed courtyard, I took in Rivendell's beauty. But before I got too absorbed in it, I ran back inside the food hall. I searched for Valandil to speak to him. I ran/pranced up to him.
"Valandil, I'm sorry Chelsea, but do you know where Legolas is?"
"Yes, he mentioned going to your bedside when he returned, about 20 minutes ago."
I ran into the quarters where we were living, and saw a sobbing Eggolas. (OOC: Heehee).
I thought, "NOOO! If he's sad and his heart is breaking, he will die! I must make it better" (OOC: That sounded so gay…"I must make it better!" lol. Sry about OOCs btw.)
I crept up behind him and laid my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me with his beautiful blue eyes.
"You lingered!"
"Uhh…yes, I did."
*Chelsea's POV**rewind again*
So after the whole Elvish Prince encounter, and the Jamie-talk, we went to breakfast. I picked up a plate of food while Jamie settled for lembas.
"You can't Denethor-eat lembas, Jamie," I whispered as she nibbled at the bread.
"I'm not going to Denethor eat this…what is this?"
Before I could answer "Human innards.", I heard a voice behind me say "Lembas! Elvish waybread!" Jamie's eyes were bugging out of her head at my Elvish hunk o' looove!
"Squee! You have returned!"
Oh, back off, biatch. He's mine.
An involuntary growl sounded from the back of my throat.
"I have never left. I am Valandil, son of Thranduil, brother of Legolas, prince of Mirkwood," Valandil said, bowing. I had the strong urge to yell: "SOVERIGN OF ALLL ENGLAND!"
But I didn't.
"Chelsea, I'm feeling better. I'm going to walk around for a bit. I'll leave you two to…talk," she said, flying out of the hall.
It was silent as I sullenly consumed my food. What my sullenness was for was a mystery…even to me. I'm just not a morning person.
Jamie entered and exited once, trying to find out the whereabouts of her Elvish hunk o' looove. She's such a PEF it's not even funny.
I heard the scraping of a chair and looked up from my (quite delicious) breakfast.
"You're still here?" I said sardonically (ooh, good word).
He smirked: "And what –may I ask- has you so acrimonious this morning?"
"Igpay atinlay," I answered. His look of confusion was yummy.
"Igpay…atinlay?" he repeated uncertainly. "Are all girls from the future so… deranged?"
Oooh. You do not say something like that to a Non-Morning Person. Ok, people, are we ready for a World War?
"You sound a lot like your older brother now," I shot back, standing up quickly and taking my plate back to the kitchens (an unnecessary gesture, as a maid would have collected it moments before. But I needed to get away from the hostile-ness.)
It wasn't until I reentered I saw the look of disbelief and childlike innocence etched into the so-called perfect being's face I realized my mistake.
"Valandil, I'm so…" I began to say before, without a sound, he disappeared from my sight.
"JAMIEEEEEEEE!" I wailed, barging into our room. She and Legolas looked up at me, both smiling. Their displays of delight fell at my face. I sniffled: " I can see I'm not wanted here. Goodbye, cruel world!" I sobbed dramatically before slouching out of the room.
"WAIT!" I heard two voices call out at once. I froze.
"I'll meet you when we dine," Legolas said, bowing slightly to the both of us and prancing out of the hallway.
Jamie sighed: "All right, spill."
"HE HATES ME!" I wailed. Another sigh, and a distinct mutter of "Drama Queen."
"Why does he hate you? Who is he?"
I sniffled again. "I have not the heart to tell you. For me, the grief is still too near," I said (in a near perfect impersonation of Legolas), turning and trudging down the hall. I heard Jamie sigh (for the bazillionth time) and her footsteps faded in the opposite direction.
Elf fancier.
I ran into a maid, who dropped the clothes she had been carrying. Or almost dropped, because, as we all know, Elves aren't clumsy.
"Excuse me, milady," she said, curtseying.
"Oh, don't worry about me, I'm just a girl!" I cried.
The it clicked. The maid seemed scared at my smirking face.
"Oh, I'M JUST A GIRL! LITTLE OL' ME! WELL DON'T LET ME OUT OF YOUR SIGHT!!" I began to sing in my rendition of No Doubt's "Just a Girl". The maid scurried off, terrified. I sniffed. "I'm just trying to turn Middle Earth into a musical!"
Walking along the paths of Rivendell held only restlessness. No one was out, the normally busy walkways empty. I wandered over to a river with a weeping willow on the side. I smiled. A crying tree; how ironic. I sat by it, and the river's water soothed me to sleep.
"Milady…milady…" I felt someone shaking me. IT WAS A MURDERER!
"YEARGH!" I yelled, taking the poor soul's hand and flinging him/her/it into the river. The now soaked Future-King-of-Gondor was glaring at me in the water. "Um…hee, hee…sorry?"
He growled. GROWLED! This, of course, led to nothing but succeeding in cracking me up.
"Um…Chelsea?" Jamie said apprehensively. I turned around to see Jamie and the Elf Princes of Mirkwood.
"Yoooooouuuuuu!" I said (trying to imitate the Dolphin in Let Me Hear You Whisper), pointing at Valandil.
"Me," he smirked.
Legolas showed no emotion except for a miniscule snicker. Valandil glared at him, Jamie snickered, and Aragorn glared at everyone from the water. I was intrigued by the Eggo/ Pickle fight that was staring.
"IN THE RIGHT, WE HAVE LEGOLAS THE BONNY LASS, FROM MIRKWOOD!" I cried, grabbing a stick as my microphone. Legolas shot me the Evil-Glare-of-Doom.
"In the left, we have Valandil from…BRAZIL! Brother to the bonny lass!" A combo Glare-of-Death, and confusion. Jamie snickered again.
"They will be participating in MEWF's Elvish Smackdown!" Jamie sniggered. Legolas shot her a look that plainly said, "HELP ME!" Jamie sighed and signaled Legolas towards the water to help a sulking, soaking Aragorn.
"Erm, Aragorn, my lord, I'm so sor-" I started to say.
He replied in what was a less than noble response. With a final heave, Legolas and Jamie pulled Strider out of the water. He shook like a wet dog, sending water everywhere (mainly on me).
"AIEEE!" I shrieked. "IT'S COLD! GAH! VERY COLD!!!"
Jamie rolled her eyes. "It's the middle of December. What do you expect?"
Aragorn scowled.
"Dude, keep that up and you'll have frown lines like Elrond. Maybe a few rounds of Botox would clear it up, but there's none of that in Middle Earth…"I pondered, walking around.
"Chelsea! There's more urgent things to tend to!" Jamie sighed.
"But Botox is important…" I countered.
"Perhaps we should lead Lord Aragorn back into the main center of Rivendell before he…worsens," Legolas said with a quick glance at Jamie. She nodded, and they turned to leave.
"STRIDER! I'm really sorry! I'll even give you a piece of gum later!" I called out.
"And that's a major complement. She never parts with her gum," Jamie muttered to Aragorn as they walked away.
So now I was left in a dark part of Rivendell with the one Elf I was sure wanted me dead. He was gazing off into space, his face holding that supreme expression that all elves detain. The one that made me feel insignificant, small, and above all else, ashamed.
"Valandil…" I whispered. He looked at me. "I'm…sorry…" I managed to say, before dashing off.
I was never really one for climbing trees. But somehow, I managed to get to the top of a particularly tall one. It showed the view clear over Rivendell, and a clear, cold sky.
"You're a horrible person, Chelsea Maynarde. You're never going home, and you insulted your Elf. You have no idea where the frick you are, and are probably going to be killed by a reeking orc."
Only two months had passed. Two months since I had last seen home…and who knows if I ever would again?
A face loomed over mine and I nearly screamed. Or fell out of the tree. One of the above.
"Why do you run?" Valandil whispered.
He was an inch away from my face. AN INCH. I almost collapsed until I looked down. If I did faint, I'd fall, and if I fell, SPLAT! No more me. And no one to censor Jamie and Legolas.
"I insulted you," was all I could conjure up to say.
He laughed sadly. "It's all part of the past now. There's no sense in regretting what cannot be taken back."
"But…"
"You're already forgiven."
Think floor, think floor. Don't fall. Don't splat.
"Why did you and the others come looking for me?"
"You were gone for half of a day. Your friend, and myself, were worried. We enlisted Aragorn's help, but it seemed that me…startled you," he smiled.
I laughed faintly. "Will he ever stop hating me for the River Incident?"
"It is likely. Aragorn is a good man. He doesn't hold grudges against his friends well," Valandil replied. Ahaha, I'm Aragorn's friend.
"It seems like all I do is cause trouble around here. I wish I could help in some way…"
Valandil took my face in his hands.
Ok. You can kill me now, and I'll die happy.
"I can tell you will have a part to portray in your upcoming quests. For the better."
I swear, my heart stopped then. He jumped down and signaled for me to jump too. I did, and he caught me (woah.).
As we walked back, he began to speak again. "I think from now on, I shall call you Valawen. It is a suitable Elvish name for you," he smiled.
Quelle coincidence. That was my Elf Day name. This was getting uber Twilight Zone.
"Thank you. It's beautiful," I grinned. Valandil bowed mockingly.
"I bade you good night, Lady Valawen. May our paths cross again soon," he said, with a glint in his eye.
"Only if luck shines on me, gentle sir," I said, curtseying in my dress (which I had worn jeans under. I couldn't forsake the denim.). He smiled and turned back to his quarters. I positively flew back to my room.
"Oh, crap! Chelsea, are you all right?!" Jamie said frantically, eyebrows raised. I giggled like a maniac.
"Yes!!"
"Spill. What happened?" she said, helping me to my feet. I proceeded to tell my Adventures of Elf-Boy the Great. She grinned:
"Kismet, with the name and all. Creepy almost."
"Yes, yes. So, where's Legolas?" said, pulling my pajamas out of the Elvish dresser and walking towards the (beautiful!) bathroom.
"Um…dunno," she smirked. Uh, oh. Jamie never smirks…save for at evil pencils.
"What happened? It's your turn to "spill"," I said dryly.
"Oh, nothing…" she said in a highly suspicious tone of voice.
And when someone says something like that, nothing is something….
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