I Don't own Lord of the Rings, or Neopets, or the FBI (haha), or oven mitts or biscuits. I don't believe the last three matter, but just in case.
This story starts off humorous, but if you continue to read it will get progressively more serious and I promise my writing with be more mature as it progresses. I wrote this section many a year ago. It has been revised, but still some naivety remains.
Oh, I wish I owned Orlando Bloom, but I also must say I do not own.
The Fellowship of the Ring
My friends sometimes say I'm so in-tuned and obsessed with this Lord of the Rings craze that they believe I'm an Elf with a sense of humor. They say that in the depths of the forest of Lothlórien I was trained to be the "FBI agent" of the Elves. If you knew me, you see, you would expect me to go on with the gimmick. I do. Though, I find it natural to speak my Elvish name know my swords' names and roll events of my "past-life" off the tip of my tongue. I think I believe myself sometimes, that I am a Half-Elf. I look in the mirror some days and see an Elf staring back at me with my blonde hair. When I take a look at my eyes it is a joke and nothing more. Elves don't have green eyes.
When I put on my Elven dress for The Renaissance Festival or Halloween I feel like an Elf. My Elf takes over my human. When wearing my cloak and that dragon necklace of mine I am the "FBI agent" of Lorien. I know it's not true, but I dream of Middle-earth and sometimes it's so real. Everyone has those dreams where they can smell and taste and hear. The dreams I have aren't those fuzzy black and white ones. They are like memories. To be in Middle-earth would be—I suppose—impossible.
I wonder,
Renee Raben (old)
Adonneniel Rumiliell
I shut my sparkly journal that no one ever knew I wrote in with a bang and shoved it back into my desk drawer. The shelves shook that rested on top of my desk. A few minutes ago I got off the phone with one of my best friends (and the friend most different from me), Julia. We were going to hang out and do something inside on this wet Saturday. Figuring she would be late, like always, I decided to write, like I did most of the time. It was my only escape into the other world I knew best. J.R.R. Tolkien was the author like no other! He was the mastermind creator of The Lord of the Rings books that have captured the hearts and minds of so many.
Julia formally introduced me to this intricate trilogy of books before the first movie, The Fellowship of the Ring, came out. I won't go through my withdrawal trying to switch from first movie to first book and its complexities. I fell deeply in love, is all, and after reading the Silmarillion my sanity was officially depleted and my quest for my inner-Elven self began. Maybe I'm not that crazed, the F.E.M.M. and I are not yet at the "point of no return," maybe Maerwen. The F.E.M.M. stands for "Four Elvish Maidens of Mason". The group consists of my friends Bonnie (Maerwen), Emily (Arthien), Shelby (Formally known as thee Arwen Evenstar), and myself (Adonneniel). We have longer titles, what wood we are from, who our parents are. For Maerwen, she has included in her title, her favorite color of black. She is a bit off her rocker. Julia on the other hand enjoys, (and is at a low level of obsession with the story) and is on an extreme high off of Orlando Bloom, the actor who portrays the hot Elven prince Legolas. May I state: I was the first to point out his unnatural aura and the beautiful glow that surrounded him. I conclude here and now that he was first mine, though I formally let Bonnie mess with his mind when she wrote something witty and hence, enabling her to write silly love stories about him.
Julia loves Orlando Bloom, yes. She hates fighting and getting dirty, that is a no. We are very different and respect different things. The only quality we have in common is our really stupid sense of humor, which I hope you will enjoy as much as we do. Julia is stupid a lot of the time, on purpose, so she claims. I am lacking common sense most of the time and have a tendency to leak. No, not having those leaks, but oral leaks. Slip of the tongue. My tongue gets in the way of my ears and I can't see what I am saying. As Bilbo says; "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well and you deserve."
"They're always late." I muttered under my breath as I looked at the clock watching the digital 1:59 change to 2:00. "Why can't she be a wizard. She'd come 'precisely when she means to.'" I flipped through my Elvish, coming across a small phrase I had been working on, "Sí na i veth, i veth naid bain…Here at the end, the end of all things." I read to myself trying to memorize it. Julia was going on 30 minutes late now. I looked at the clock it read 2:05. "She should be here by now; she is always a half an hour late right on the button.
Ding Dong (this would be the sound effect for a so called doorbell) "Wow that was an unusual coincidence even for a fictional story," I spoke to myself.
I grabbed my replica of Thorin Oakensheild's sword, may I add it was real, and I raced down stairs. I made sure I made as much noise as a heard of buffalo since Julia dubbed me as; "Wild Wildebeest running to the door to great the guest."
"Ai, mae govannen, Nethwen" I said to Julia flinging open the door and making her jump.
"Ummm… No?" she said taking a large step inside making it seem that if she touched my threshold she would burn up or something. She doesn't know Elvish like I do, and the look on her face is quite amusing when I confuse her using the language of the immortals.
"I said Ah, Well met, and than your Elvish name, Jules."
"Yeah, Yeah I knew that." She rolled her eyes and floated over to the mirror in my foyer checking her perfect brown hair and rearranging her shirt this way and that. She put some more lip gloss on making her lips shiny. I looked in the mirror behind her fixing a fly away piece of my hair and made a funny face. She proceeded to roll her eyes a second time.
"Wanna go to the basement?" she said smiling at me, accepting me as a human being again.
"We can play Lord of the Rings on PS2 or look up Orlando pictures on the internet, or I can write and you can go on Neopets!"
"Kay, sounds like a deal." She hopped towards the basement door humming some Gwen Steffani song as I hummed "Into the West" the song in the credits at the end of The Return of the King. You see the differences now?
"Hopefully there's no Garrett and his smelly friends," Garrett being my 18 year old brother, his smelly friends being his friends who smell. "Woo Who! No Garrett," I announced when we got to the bottom of the steps.
Someone knocked at the back door. It was my neighbor Justin; he too loves Lord of the Rings.
"Archery!?" he asked when I cracked open the door. He plucked at the string of his green bow in his left hand leaving the forty pound pull back bow in his right hand well alone until fighting the savage "Uruk-hai" (aka tall boxes that say fragile) that live in our back yards.
"Sounds like fun," said Julia who was always way more interested in archery than I was. Oh, and a bit more interested in Justin.
"We'll be out in fifteen," I told Justin, intending to pull a Julia and add a half hour.
"We should sword fight later," said Justin. I shut the door in his face. "It's more fun when we aren't playing with my sister flailing." His voice was muffled behind the door. He finally gave up talking and left. It wasn't that I disliked him or anything. I have lived next door to him for eight or nine years. He's a brother to me. We get sick of each other, but we're best friends. All best friends are all good for a different reason.
"To the computer!" I shouted
"Uh, Biscuit!" yelled Julia. I laughed Biscuit was an inside joke. Julia asked me what I would say if I met Orlando Bloom. My reply was the word biscuit. This joke also has to do with pretzels, an oven mitt, and a laundry shop, but I'd rather not explain.
I opened the door to the play room. I thought the lights were off before I opened the door, but my pupils dilated at the bright florescent lights. My eyes adjusted and I was shocked. Those were not the lights in my basement that you could do surgery under! These were major UV rays. I stared at a grassy meadow with a river in the distance. I slammed the door because I was so dazed by the distinct change. I opened it again and it was completely normal computers, carpet, and all.
"Wait just one minute," I complained. I shut and reopened the door again. "Holy Hobbits, HOLY ISENDGARD!" The landscape appeared again. Like always my curiosity and my Elven natures took over me. When I stepped into the room I became Adonneniel not Renee and I mean that metaphorically, but more literally.