Author's note:
I get this feeling that by the end of the 2nd paragraph in this chapter, a lot of you will be like, "If Aragorn was about to kiss ME, I wouldn't blah blah blah - " (not wanting to spoil it there) Yeah well, Alison is a very honourable girl.
...And by the way, kissing Aragorn - eww! He's how old?! *Ok shut up, I realise that Legolas and all the other elves are way older* But at least they LOOK young! :P:P:P *cheeky grin*
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CHAPTER 4:
Aragorn's lips were about an inch away from mine. His eyes were half closed. I felt myself thinking stupidly that my friend Ri would be extremely jealous if she knew that I was so close to kissing her favourite character of Lord of the Rings (Muahahaa!). However, I tried to elongate the time before I had to kiss him by edging back. But it was very, very nearing the "moment of truth".
Suddenly as if a lightning struck my brain, I knew what to do. I gave a shriek, clutched my head and collapsed onto the ground. Aragorn's eyes sprang open. 'Arwen darling! What is the matter?' he cried, falling to his knees.
I pretended to be unconscious, and Aragorn swiftly lifted me up and half- ran through the garden. I kept my eyes shut, trying to guess where he was running to as he jolted me up and down. I felt him run up stairs and cried out, 'Master Legolas! Where is Elrond?'
I heard Legolas' clear voice reply. 'He is not here. He had just gone off to give a message. .To where though, I do not know. What has happened to Lady Arwen?' I felt Legolas' watchful gaze fall on me.
'I believe this may be the after-effect of her head injury,' Aragorn replied. He added more quietly, for the first time coldness in his usually warm voice. 'If this gives her any permanent damage, I will make it my duty to make young Pippin a head shorter!' Very protective of his girlfriends, isn't he? I thought. Well good thing for Pippin, I won't have any permanent damage.
'Here, let me. I will heal her,' said Legolas.
I sensed a hesitation. Perhaps Aragorn doesn't trust Legolas? 'There are other elves here, I do not want to trouble you, Master Greenleaf,' Aragorn said, at last.
'The other elves may not be as careful. I'm sure you want Lady Arwen to have the very best. I, the son of King Thranduil, am quite skilled at healing I assure you. My mother taught me. And of course it is no trouble at all,' said Legolas.
Aragorn stilled seemed reluctant, but anyhow he lifted me into Legolas' arms. 'Take care of her,' he said. His tone was casual but there seemed to be a hidden warning conealed.
'Of course.' Legolas turned and walked onto marbled-flooring (his shoes tapped lightly). He held me in such a way that I barely felt I was being carried, unlike Aragorn, with whom (no offence, I'm sure he meant well) I felt I was driving over speed bumps at 100 km/h. I almost drifted into a light sleep; his arms were so warm and comfortable, and leaning against his hard chest that was so - *cough* uh. you know something? I think I'll stop thinking.
Anyhow I felt I should not let him carry me all the way to wherever-he-was- taking-me-to when I was perfectly fine. However I was rather reluctant though. 'You can drop me off here. I don't need healing,' I spoke, opening my eyes. I was in a wide (marbled) hall dressed in dim candles, which was deserted.
He gave a fake startled jerk. 'Oh it's a miracle! Lady Arwen is awake and well!' he said, halting to a stop, and grinning down at me. 'Aragorn will be so happy.'
'You knew I was pretending?' I said, my jaw dropping.
'Of course I knew. If you did truly collapse, I wouldn't have bothered volunteering to "take care of you". There are other elves that can do that for you,' Legolas said, easily. 'But if like Elrond attempted to heal you, he'd have a nasty surprise when he realises you don't have anything to heal! And then that would lead to questions, which would be wise of you to avoid.'
'You wouldn't bother? Now, isn't that so sweet! Let's hope you never said that to your girlfriend, "Nah, I can't be bothered to look after you. Other elves can do that for you." Honestly! And you can put me down now!' I said, moving out of his hold, accidentally digging my elbows into his rib.
He held me tighter. 'These floors are only made for true elves' feet only! You wouldn't want to step on it. Just relax and let me carry you to the Healing Realms.' I stopped struggling and leant back into his chest - which isn't so bad really :P:P hehe. 'What happened with Aragorn?' he asked.
'He tried to kiss me,' I told him, looking at the misty images in the mirrors as we passed a corridor of them. Legolas gave a grunt. 'Hey, were you lying to Aragorn about Elrond being not here?' I asked, suddenly.
'No, luckily he did skid off with an important message,' he replied. He stopped outside a large marbled door. 'Here we are. Act unconscious, you're quite good at it.' I closed my eyes and fell limp. The door creaked open, and there was a bright light. Legolas spoke Elvish to another elf, and strode off. I felt a light thump as he placed me onto a bed. 'Try to get some sleep, okay? But take draught of this first. It's liquid food,' he said, pulling the covers over me.
I half-opened my eyes and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. 'You don't have to bother with all this "healing crap", you know. I'm fine.'
He patted my head like a pet owner patting a dog. 'You may have "after- effects of your head injuries". We must take precautions,' he said, laughter in his voice. 'Okay, I must be going to Aragorn to announce to him that you're well. Sleep well, Lady Arwen daughter of Elrond.' I pulled a face, and turned on my side. When I sat up some seconds later to drink my dinner, I found Legolas was gone. I was a bit disappointed. He's getting to me. dunno if that's a good or bad thing though. After I've emptied the warm tasteless liquid, I lied back down, and quickly fell asleep.
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I felt I was floating, flying maybe, through dark clouds. I felt afraid. I heard muffled voices and looked down. To my surprise, I saw myself lying still on a bed below. People I recognised, my parents, my friends, Mark, Lee, Freddie. my teachers stood around my bed with worried expressions on their faces. A doctor was bent over examining my body. Suddenly they all gave a gasp, and a searing pain struck me and rushed all over. I gave a cry, as everything around me darkened. The pain became more and more unbearable. I felt I couldn't breathe. I suddenly wanted to be with everyone down below me. I felt myself falling. My head throbbed and lungs screamed for air that wasn't there.
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'Alison! Wake up!' I felt myself being shook. I leapt up awake gasping. The pain began to ease off. Legolas gave a sigh of relief and began to stroke my hair, staring right into my eyes as if searching for something. 'What were you dreaming?' he asked softly, looking very distinctly like my impression of an elf - serious, fair, quiet-minded, soft voice. He took my hand.
'.I saw myself lying on a hospital bed. with everyone I knew back home. And then this awful pain just hit me.' I replied, recalling the vivid images of my dream.
'Saw yourself?'
'You know those dreams where you're floating above your body. well that's what happened with my dream.'
'Hmm.' Legolas frowned at me thoughtfully. 'You know, I get a feeling that you just - '
'That I just saw what was happening to Arwen?'
'That's my theory. That was no ordinary dream.'
'Arwen seemed to be in trouble. a doctor was examining her and then the pain - her pain - set in. like maybe she was having a seizure?' I was just rolling out my thoughts.
'Tell me, how were you knocked unconscious?'
'Lee. uh guy from school. threw a "Lord of the Rings" book at my head.'
'Lord of the Rings?'
'Uh, I'll explain another day.'
'Well anyway, I'm guessing that at the exact same time, over here in Rivendell, Arwen was hit in the head by a reckless hobbit. and somehow you and her switched bodies.'
'Yeah, I figured that a while back. Look, I think she's in trouble. medically. she looked like she was in a coma just lying there. Oh my god. that could had been me!'
As if by impulse, Legolas leant closer and hugged me gently. 'How serious do you reckon her condition is?'
I swallowed looking away. '.Everyone looked so distraught - they were grieving, swallowing some sort of pain. I don't want to think this. but I think Arwen's dying.'
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I get this feeling that by the end of the 2nd paragraph in this chapter, a lot of you will be like, "If Aragorn was about to kiss ME, I wouldn't blah blah blah - " (not wanting to spoil it there) Yeah well, Alison is a very honourable girl.
...And by the way, kissing Aragorn - eww! He's how old?! *Ok shut up, I realise that Legolas and all the other elves are way older* But at least they LOOK young! :P:P:P *cheeky grin*
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CHAPTER 4:
Aragorn's lips were about an inch away from mine. His eyes were half closed. I felt myself thinking stupidly that my friend Ri would be extremely jealous if she knew that I was so close to kissing her favourite character of Lord of the Rings (Muahahaa!). However, I tried to elongate the time before I had to kiss him by edging back. But it was very, very nearing the "moment of truth".
Suddenly as if a lightning struck my brain, I knew what to do. I gave a shriek, clutched my head and collapsed onto the ground. Aragorn's eyes sprang open. 'Arwen darling! What is the matter?' he cried, falling to his knees.
I pretended to be unconscious, and Aragorn swiftly lifted me up and half- ran through the garden. I kept my eyes shut, trying to guess where he was running to as he jolted me up and down. I felt him run up stairs and cried out, 'Master Legolas! Where is Elrond?'
I heard Legolas' clear voice reply. 'He is not here. He had just gone off to give a message. .To where though, I do not know. What has happened to Lady Arwen?' I felt Legolas' watchful gaze fall on me.
'I believe this may be the after-effect of her head injury,' Aragorn replied. He added more quietly, for the first time coldness in his usually warm voice. 'If this gives her any permanent damage, I will make it my duty to make young Pippin a head shorter!' Very protective of his girlfriends, isn't he? I thought. Well good thing for Pippin, I won't have any permanent damage.
'Here, let me. I will heal her,' said Legolas.
I sensed a hesitation. Perhaps Aragorn doesn't trust Legolas? 'There are other elves here, I do not want to trouble you, Master Greenleaf,' Aragorn said, at last.
'The other elves may not be as careful. I'm sure you want Lady Arwen to have the very best. I, the son of King Thranduil, am quite skilled at healing I assure you. My mother taught me. And of course it is no trouble at all,' said Legolas.
Aragorn stilled seemed reluctant, but anyhow he lifted me into Legolas' arms. 'Take care of her,' he said. His tone was casual but there seemed to be a hidden warning conealed.
'Of course.' Legolas turned and walked onto marbled-flooring (his shoes tapped lightly). He held me in such a way that I barely felt I was being carried, unlike Aragorn, with whom (no offence, I'm sure he meant well) I felt I was driving over speed bumps at 100 km/h. I almost drifted into a light sleep; his arms were so warm and comfortable, and leaning against his hard chest that was so - *cough* uh. you know something? I think I'll stop thinking.
Anyhow I felt I should not let him carry me all the way to wherever-he-was- taking-me-to when I was perfectly fine. However I was rather reluctant though. 'You can drop me off here. I don't need healing,' I spoke, opening my eyes. I was in a wide (marbled) hall dressed in dim candles, which was deserted.
He gave a fake startled jerk. 'Oh it's a miracle! Lady Arwen is awake and well!' he said, halting to a stop, and grinning down at me. 'Aragorn will be so happy.'
'You knew I was pretending?' I said, my jaw dropping.
'Of course I knew. If you did truly collapse, I wouldn't have bothered volunteering to "take care of you". There are other elves that can do that for you,' Legolas said, easily. 'But if like Elrond attempted to heal you, he'd have a nasty surprise when he realises you don't have anything to heal! And then that would lead to questions, which would be wise of you to avoid.'
'You wouldn't bother? Now, isn't that so sweet! Let's hope you never said that to your girlfriend, "Nah, I can't be bothered to look after you. Other elves can do that for you." Honestly! And you can put me down now!' I said, moving out of his hold, accidentally digging my elbows into his rib.
He held me tighter. 'These floors are only made for true elves' feet only! You wouldn't want to step on it. Just relax and let me carry you to the Healing Realms.' I stopped struggling and leant back into his chest - which isn't so bad really :P:P hehe. 'What happened with Aragorn?' he asked.
'He tried to kiss me,' I told him, looking at the misty images in the mirrors as we passed a corridor of them. Legolas gave a grunt. 'Hey, were you lying to Aragorn about Elrond being not here?' I asked, suddenly.
'No, luckily he did skid off with an important message,' he replied. He stopped outside a large marbled door. 'Here we are. Act unconscious, you're quite good at it.' I closed my eyes and fell limp. The door creaked open, and there was a bright light. Legolas spoke Elvish to another elf, and strode off. I felt a light thump as he placed me onto a bed. 'Try to get some sleep, okay? But take draught of this first. It's liquid food,' he said, pulling the covers over me.
I half-opened my eyes and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. 'You don't have to bother with all this "healing crap", you know. I'm fine.'
He patted my head like a pet owner patting a dog. 'You may have "after- effects of your head injuries". We must take precautions,' he said, laughter in his voice. 'Okay, I must be going to Aragorn to announce to him that you're well. Sleep well, Lady Arwen daughter of Elrond.' I pulled a face, and turned on my side. When I sat up some seconds later to drink my dinner, I found Legolas was gone. I was a bit disappointed. He's getting to me. dunno if that's a good or bad thing though. After I've emptied the warm tasteless liquid, I lied back down, and quickly fell asleep.
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I felt I was floating, flying maybe, through dark clouds. I felt afraid. I heard muffled voices and looked down. To my surprise, I saw myself lying still on a bed below. People I recognised, my parents, my friends, Mark, Lee, Freddie. my teachers stood around my bed with worried expressions on their faces. A doctor was bent over examining my body. Suddenly they all gave a gasp, and a searing pain struck me and rushed all over. I gave a cry, as everything around me darkened. The pain became more and more unbearable. I felt I couldn't breathe. I suddenly wanted to be with everyone down below me. I felt myself falling. My head throbbed and lungs screamed for air that wasn't there.
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'Alison! Wake up!' I felt myself being shook. I leapt up awake gasping. The pain began to ease off. Legolas gave a sigh of relief and began to stroke my hair, staring right into my eyes as if searching for something. 'What were you dreaming?' he asked softly, looking very distinctly like my impression of an elf - serious, fair, quiet-minded, soft voice. He took my hand.
'.I saw myself lying on a hospital bed. with everyone I knew back home. And then this awful pain just hit me.' I replied, recalling the vivid images of my dream.
'Saw yourself?'
'You know those dreams where you're floating above your body. well that's what happened with my dream.'
'Hmm.' Legolas frowned at me thoughtfully. 'You know, I get a feeling that you just - '
'That I just saw what was happening to Arwen?'
'That's my theory. That was no ordinary dream.'
'Arwen seemed to be in trouble. a doctor was examining her and then the pain - her pain - set in. like maybe she was having a seizure?' I was just rolling out my thoughts.
'Tell me, how were you knocked unconscious?'
'Lee. uh guy from school. threw a "Lord of the Rings" book at my head.'
'Lord of the Rings?'
'Uh, I'll explain another day.'
'Well anyway, I'm guessing that at the exact same time, over here in Rivendell, Arwen was hit in the head by a reckless hobbit. and somehow you and her switched bodies.'
'Yeah, I figured that a while back. Look, I think she's in trouble. medically. she looked like she was in a coma just lying there. Oh my god. that could had been me!'
As if by impulse, Legolas leant closer and hugged me gently. 'How serious do you reckon her condition is?'
I swallowed looking away. '.Everyone looked so distraught - they were grieving, swallowing some sort of pain. I don't want to think this. but I think Arwen's dying.'
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