A/N: Thanks bunches guys!
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I pushed myself into the unyielding trees. Just as I was about to turn to go around a giant rock I heard the guys talking about me. So I slowly turned around and crept closer to them, what can I say? I am one curious little bugger. I crouched down, I wanted to see the show.
"Should we go after her?"
"Why should we bother? She is a foolish girl nothing more. She deserves what is coming to her."
That would be my biggest fan, the dwarf. I just realized something. I know can put my finger on what he reminds me of. This has been bugging me since I met them. He looks like an electrocuted cat! Don't you all agree?
I think the hobbits then started to voice their opinions. It was getting so loud it was becoming very annoying. Obviously Gandalf thought so too.
"That is enough! We must let her go her own way. We have no power over her. But my instincts tell me we will meet her again, but under what circumstances I do not know."
The rest of them mumbled in agreement and slowly moved off to the camp. All except the blonde guy, or I should say elf. He turned and looked to exactly where I was crouched and raised his eyebrows and then turned and walked away.
Weird.
I cautiously got up and started off. To where I don't know, but I was off.
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I was about all walked out. I was exhausted. Suddenly a part of a song by Shakira popped into my head. I was really big on music, a music junkie you could call it. I was constantly singing something. Some people said I have a good voice, but I just love to sing. Personally I think my voice is pathetic. But that's just me.
This is pathetic and sardonic
It's sadistic and psychotic…"Shakira, baby, you have no idea how right you are."
I was what you could call hopelessly lost, but since I had no idea where I was even attempting to go, you could call it major boredom.
"Damn my pride, I should have stayed with them!"
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Water! Water! Thank you God!
I had been walking for almost three days and I was completely out of water, my canteen was bone-dry. The only high point was that I had gotten a couple of good pictures of some animals. Not many though. I had put the camera around my neck since the first-aid kit was scratching it up pretty badly.
Amazingly I came across a clear running stream that ended in a small waterfall. I knelt down and filled my canteen and then stood up to look at my surroundings more closely while I packed the canteen back into my backpack. I had not yet been on the other side of this stream so I figured what the heck? I slung the backpack over one shoulder and looked for a way across.
Just my luck to, there was nothing that even resembled steppingstones. I would have to wade across, and it was cold!
I took off my hiking boots and pulled off my socks and tucked them into the boots. I made sure my sweatshirt was well tied and I stepped into the frigid water. Although the water didn't look like it was moving fast, under the surface it was flying. The water reached up to just above my knees so I really had to struggle to keep my balance.
"Ahhhh!"
I hit an especially slippery rock and lost my footing and went face first into the stream. I came up sputtering and when I finally wiped the water from my eyes I saw my backpack with all of my supplies floating on down the stream and over the waterfall. I was doomed.
I pulled myself to my feet and took a look at myself; I was definitely a lost cause. I had my hiking boots, socks, sweatshirt, penknife, and the clothes on my back. That was it.
I struggled over to the opposite bank and sat down hard. I sat there for quite a while, how long I don't know. When I finally got up and moving it was already getting dark. I wasn't exactly going anywhere for the time being so I decided to stay there for the night. I pulled my exhausted butt over to a tree and leaned against it. I was just drifting off to sleep when all of a sudden I heard an eerie howl. It was not of this world, I can tell you that much.
"What the hell?"
I heard it again.
"Okay. I am definitely not going to sit around here and become a buffet for some thing's supper. Not gonna happen."
I struggled to my feet and looked to the only place where I could possible spend the night in relative safety. Oh, yes, you only had to look up and see it. Back—pain city. A tree.
I slowly climbed up into the one I was leaning against. I found a semi—comfortable position and drifted off into a thankfully dreamless sleep.
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I awoke the next morning, still alive, still in one piece. Cool.
I stood up and stretched and took a look around at my surroundings a little more closely. I might as well know where and what that thing was last night, human nature.
I walked to my left a couple of paces when I saw a sight that chilled my blood in my veins. I few feet from where I slept last night there were a ton of absolutely huge foot prints. Picture this, I could put my foot in one of them, shoe and all, and it was still bigger. Remember that I'm 5'9'', I don't exactly have tiny feet. Even worse, the prints looked like an animal made them, an animal from the canine family that is. Benji from Hell.
"Okay, this just really made me want to go home and lock all of my doors and my neighbor's doors, hell, the entire city's doors. I want to go home!"
I was just slightly hysterical if you haven't noticed yet. After a while I managed to get a hold of myself, partially that is, and I thought over my current situation. I was alone, out in the woods, weaponless, foodless, and I finally realized the whole thing was utterly pointless.
"Let's see, the only way to fix my dilemma and get out of here is to fix my minor problems. If I fashion some kind of weapon maybe I'll get luck and stab something edible. Killing tow birds with one stone. No! Birds are also to be considered food, too hungry not a good idea!"
I sat down again to sort out my thoughts when I sat on a very large stick.
"Yeouch! That hurt!"
I had leapt to my feet rubbing my butt.
"I really hope that thing didn't leave a mark. It's sharp. Sharp? Sharp? Sharp!"
No I did not lose my mind, stay with me here.
"What if I used my knife to make some sort of a spear? Sure it won't be worth a damn, but I could use it in a threatening manner and hope whoever hassles me will back off. I think I'll feel a little better if I have something tonight. Just in case."
So what? I talk to myself; I was out in the woods alone. I had to talk to something and the trees sure won't answer. Then again, here in this godforsaken place anything could fly. I seriously am going to need some therapy when I get home.
I stood up again and picked up the offending stick for a thorough observation. Yep, it's long, thick, straight (Get you minds out of the gutter!) it could definitely work.
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"Damn stick!"
Well it sort of worked. If you tilted your head to the left and squinted your eyes if kind of resembled a spear. Oh well, I had some sort of a weapon, I mean it was sharp. That has to count for something.
I was no longer a damsel in distress.
I was a girl that was wielding a stick and had no idea what the hell she was doing.
I was making improvement!
A/N: From now on, I have a feeling I will be using bits and pieces of songs in my story. I just want to stress that I do not own them, the wonderful artistes who wrote them do. I will tell you if I own anything other than Emily, but at this moment she is all that I own.