I am having way to much fun with story. Quick little note to my Mischief fans HUGE spoiler in here so... I don't know but i'm just warning you. It's actually quite hilarious how it happened but you'll have to wait for the next Mischief chapter. As you can see this whole story is kinda attached to Mischief so I will feel obligated to have Kelly show up in that but that won't be till later :rubs hands and sniggers: Hope you all like the blond joke, i have about 9 pages of them and decided to use a couple. HAVE FUN!
"You poor darling, what cruel fate has taken your precious memory from you? But, I will say no more and let you rest, you poor creature." With that, Lady Lindwen bent down and kissed the cheek of the girl fast asleep on the chair. She tiptoed softly to the door and left with no sound to speak of.
When I was absolutely sure the Lady had gone, I jumped up from the chair and ran around the room trying to find the entrance to the bathroom. Where the heck did they put those extremely essential places? I finally found it leading out from what I guessed to be the sitting room; girl had a master suite all to herself.
Checking to make sure there were no footsteps in the hall, I ducked into the bathroom to clean up and try to think everything through. After my face had been washed of all dirt, the leaves brushed out of my hair, and everything put back in its place, I slipped back into the sitting room to take a gander at my surroundings. It was a deciding factor when it came to proving I was not in my world anymore. There was a huge window in the bedroom and I knew that medieval people only had tiny slits in some of their rooms. All the furniture was hand crafted (no duh) but in a willowy, light way that I'd never seen before or heard about.
Poking my head out of the door to the passage, I was instantly met by a two pairs of blue eyes (didn't they have any other colors?) that stared, daring me to walk out. Needless to say, I ducked back into the room and sat down. Ok, so, I was still a prisoner but at least I had spectacular accommodations for a captive.
Now to formulate a plan of action of some kind so I could survive in this new world called Middle-Earth. They would never believe some wild and crazy story about some girl being kicked out of her time and world by a demonic little brother, after all, who would. Possibly the best thing to do was to act like a mute, definitely sane since they could probably come to the decision that I was in shock if I did that, and acquire as much information as possible. Just as I decided on this course of action, someone knocked.
"My lady, may I come in?" So it was my lady now was it.
Putting my plan into action, I didn't reply but opened the door, looking into those very blue eyes. Stifling a groan I opened the door wider, wondering "why me?"
"I hope I have not disturbed you at all." He said. I shook my head and waited. He swallowed and continued. "My name is Legolas and I am Prince of the Realm of Mirkwood." Brother, not that again. "I was hoping you could tell something of yourself, how you came to be in our forest in such strange apparel and queer words."
Very, very glad I'd decided to be a mute, I merely shook my again and watched him carefully. Legolas sighed and rubbed the back of neck, "My sister said this would probably happen. Perhaps you will be able to speak another time."
NOPE! I shook my head vehemently and was glad when he backed away from the door and motioned me to shut it. I did so thankfully, thinking again how much I detested blond hair, on guys especially.
Recovering swiftly from shocks was something I was very good at so I no longer felt the pangs of hurt, loneliness and depression that I'd felt earlier, glad to be alive at all. Well, Kelly, you certainly have yourself in a fine pickle and no mistake. Just remember you are a mute and will continue to be that way for a long time. Try to be as amiable as possible and do your best to find out what these wackos are called! Finished talking to myself, I settle back on the chair to have a little snooze.
Legolas perched on the edge of his seat listening to the healer raptly. It had been a month since the girl had arrived in Mirkwood but she still did not speak, only making sounds now and then to express her wishes, desires or to just communicate. However, she was no sweet, lovely, gentle human, oh no. She had nearly punched him in the nose the other day when he asked if she would like to walk in the garden. He had just wanted to show her around a little bit but she refused to stray from the section of the palace she was in and mainly stayed in the library or her room.
"I believe, Your Majesty, that the girl may have ruined her voice after her striking output of emotions, thereby making her unable to speak. On the other hand, shock could very well have taken her speech away for a short amount of time. However let me add that she is no human, or at least, not the kind of human we know." There were several gasps from the audience but the Elvenking motioned to the healer to continue which he did so. "Her build is far too small for any human of Middle Earth and I am afraid she will age far faster than many man of our time. This is only a small analysis because there are several things that are puzzling me about her.
"Such as?"
"She can read Elvish, Westron, Rohan, even High Elven and that is a great feat as your Majesty well knows."
"Anything else?"
"No, my lord. Not as of yet, however, I shall be speaking with her later and maybe something else will come up."
Thranduil nodded and waved everyone out of the room but asked his two children to stay, he had something he wanted to tell them. When the room was clear he motioned the two elves closer and handed Legolas a piece of parchment. "I have just received this from Elrond. Rhov has been wounded and is very sick, but, as Elrond has told me, the lad has lost none of his humor. When Arwen came into the room, he told her he was dying and wanted her to make sure his body was burnt to ashes and spread over the Misty Mountains. The poor dear was so distraught she had to be carried from the room."
"Will he be alright?" Legolas asked anxiously, his face a mask of concern.
"Oh yes, it will just be a while till he can fully regain his strength. From what Elrond has said, it was a poisoned orc arrow but it does not seem to have hurt him anymore than make him very sick and give him a nasty wound. That dark-elf amazes me, no one could have survived a wound like that without much difficulty." Thranduil shook his head. "Now be off with you two and Lindwen, see what you can do with that girl. We must give her a name soon if she does not speak very soon."
Lady Lindwen smiled and bowed. Legolas mimicked her then dashed off for the seclusion of a small garden to read Elrond and Rhov's letter. Elladan had written in Rhov's letter that he would be arriving in Mirkwood to visit for a couple years since the change would be a welcome relief.
Suddenly, a shadow fell across the parchment and he looked up. The strange girl was standing in front of him apparently reading his letter. Now that ridiculous, he thought how in the world could someone read anything when it's upside down?
She suddenly pointed to the name Rhov and looked up at him, a question in her eyes.
"His name is Rhovanion, he used to live here. Like a brother he was." Memories flooded his mind but the girl didn't stop there and jabbed a finger at Elladan's name, breaking his thought process.
"Elladan is the son of Elrond Half-Elven. I assume you know who he is; there are enough books in the library to tell you everything about him. Anyway, Elladan is arriving soon, wants to visit us don't you see."
She waved her hand airily, showing she already knew about that and strolled off stopping now and then to touch a flower or leaf. Legolas snorted a very unelfish sound and continued reading.
Elladan, I liked that very much. Much nicer sounding than that Legless or whatever his name is. I'm so smart, everyone thinks I'm in shock or just plain stupid and I have found out far more than if I blabbed my mouth off for the last three weeks. I sighed heavily, remembering the pact I'd made with myself that I would begin to talk as soon as I knew enough to sound partially sane. But now, I rather liked my anonymity.
Feeling eyes on the back of my head, I turned around to see the blondie staring at me. Sniffing, I lifted my nose in the air a tad and marched off telling myself a blond joke to keep from running over there and choking him. I didn't know what it was that made me so tight strung when it came to Legless. There were three blondes and one of them had a bright red convertible. The three of them decided to take it for a spin but got hungry after a while and stopped at a diner to eat something. When they came back out they realized that they'd locked the keys in the car. After searching for every possible means of recovering the keys without having to call the locksmith, one of them looked up at the sky and said, "There's a storm coming. Hurry up and put the top on or else the leather'll be ruined."
Feeling much, much better, I flounced off into the palace, feeling very proud of myself when I didn't trip once on the long skirt of the dress. These torturers of elves had refused to let me wear my jeans and instead, gave me a bunch of dresses… gag… but after a while, I'd noticed the wonderful way I could flounce so there was one good thing about those stupid, idiotic, things.