Twisted Reality - Part Eleven: The Prince of Mirkwood

Kelsey was originally going to ride back to Lothlorien the next day, but a violent storm rapidly ascended upon Mirkwood, flooding the Forest River. She couldn't leave for about three days, so she decided to go exploring.

It had only rained for a day, so she got to speak with Aragorn about some of the events of Middle-earth. Gollum, Mordor, your standard stuff. Yet, she hadn't climbed a mountain in ages, so she set off for the Mountains of Mirkwood.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Aragorn asked her.

"No. I need some time alone," she finished in her head 'with God.'

He handed her some lembas. She made a face. "Just in case you get hungry."

She thanked him and set out in her usual green-brown pants and grayish/blue longsleeve shirt. She didn't take her sword, but left it sheathed on her bed. She didn't travel unarmed; she slung her quiver and bow over her back and took a small blade in her boot.

Along the way, whisps of almost-forgotten songs fluttered through her mind. Some from Tim McGraw, then Nelly, and even one from Celine Dion. But Kelsey couldn't remember all of any of the songs.

The forest slowly thinned, ans sometimes she could see the mountains through the canopy. It was so peaceful out here by yourself, with the trees and wind your only company. Finally she came to the foot of the mountains.

Kesley began climbing. All in all, it took about three hours to get to the top. It was tiring, since the slopes were often uneven and it was a considerably high peak to get to the top of. Yet she made it with only a few bumps and bruises.

She was grateful Aragorn had given her the lembas; she was starving and sweaty. She felt a breeze and welcomed the coolness it brought.

"Wow," she said as she gazed off into the distance. She could see for miles around, and all she could see were trees. It was just a great endless sea of green and brown leaves. Suddenly a song, a whole complete song, rang in her head. It was "Mayberry" by Rascal Flatts.

Sometimes it feels like this world
is spinning faster
than it did in the old days
So naturally we have more
natural disasters
From the strain of a fast pace
Sunday was a day of rest
Now it's one more day for progress
And we can't slow down 'cause
more is best
It's all an endless process

(Well) I miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking
Ice cold Cherry Coke
where everything is black and white
Picking on a six string
where people pass by and you call
them by their first name
watching the clouds roll by
Bye, bye

Sometimes I can hear this old
Earth shouting
Through the trees as the wind blows
That's when I climb up here on
this mountain
to look through God's window
Now I can't fly but I got two feet
that get me high up here
Above the noise and city streets
My worries disappear

(Well) I miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking
Ice cold Cherry Coke
where everything is black and white
Picking on a six string
where people pass by and you call
them by their first name
watching the clouds roll by
Bye,bye

Sometimes I dream I'm driving
down an old dirt road
Not even listed on a map
I pass a dad and son carrying a
fishing pole
But I always wake up every time I try
to turn back

(Well) I miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinkin
Ice cold Cherry Coke
where everything is black and white
Picking on a six string
where people pass by and you call
them by their first name
watching the clouds roll by
Bye, bye

Bye, bye

(I miss Mayberry, I miss Mayberry)

She didn't realize it, but somewhere around the first "Bye, bye", Kelsey had started singing. She heard the gravel crunch behind her and spun around. There was and elf, about thirty feet away.

"I apologize." he said, "I was up over there and heard you singing... I didn't know anyone besides myself came here." he pointed aways behind him.

Kelsey smiled; he seemed embarrassed. "You're Legolas, son of Thranduil, aren't you?"

"Yes, but..." he stopped as Kelsey curtsied. "Please, don't. I don't think I'm ever going to take the throne anyhow."

"That may very well be, but you still are the Prince of Mirkwood, and it would be counted against me if I didn't regard you as such." she smirked so he could tell she was jesting. She reached out her hand to shake his, "I'm Kelsey Hunter, of Lorien."

Instead of shaking her hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed it. "It is my pleasure to know you, Lady Kelsey."

She blushed cherry red. "Just Kelsey, Prince Legolas, please," she stammered.

"Well then, Kelsey, let me be just Legolas, and it shall remain so," his eyes were piercingly blue.

"Can do." she replied.

He raised his eyebrows at that, but asked, "Is it possible that we have met before? You remind me of someone, but I can't remember who."

"I seriously doubt we have met before, but you saw me arrive just a day ago."

"No, that's not it. You look elven to me..... Arwen! That's who it is. You remind me of Arwen Evenstar. You don't so much look like her, but your presence is something the same. Funny, you aren't related to Undomiel at all?"

She couldn't think of an answer.'Yes' her mind was screaming at her to say, but she couldn't tell him about her being from the future. "I-I don't think so. I don't have pointed ears." she pushed back her hair from her face and ears to let him see.

"No, you don't do you? It must be the eyes." he peered into hers, "Yes, its the eyes. Has anyone told you so?"

"In fact, Aragorn said I had Arwen's eyes.... eh, eyes like Arwen's, I mean." she stumbled. Changing the subject, "So, what's it like to be the Prince of Mirkwood?"

On Earth, she had had a major crush on Legolas, but over the years she had almost forgotten it, being with Haldir. It was all she could do not to fall in love with Legolas right then and there, and her will won out. But the elven Prince's did not. Soon he had fallen head over heels in love with this mysterious young Hunter from Lorien.

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