~Lily Crystal’s perspective~
Out on the road again,” I think to myself, keeping my eyes on the road ahead. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do but shop ’til I drop. This is a downright dull day. No kidding. I pause and stop at a red light. Man, you talk about a jerk. That Alex has gotten on my last freakin’ nerve. So, I broke up with him. I had to. He was taking it way too fast. Men are just idiots these days. I can’t wait to get to my apartment. I REALLY need to rest. The light turns green and I continue to drive. I hum along with the Lord of the Rings soundtrack while doing so.
Upon pulling into my subdivision, I think about the troubles I went through in the past. My father dying from lung cancer. I was six. Six years old when he died. Next my mother dies in a car crash ten years after. I had to live with my grandmother then. She’s dead now as well. She died of a fatal heart attack only a few days ago. How much more can a person go through?
Finally, I think as I pull into the driveway.
My job is a real hassel now. Who would have thought that being twenty-five could be so much work? I look around my room, trying to decide what to do to take my mind off Alex and everything else. I spot my three Lord of the Rings books on my dresser. Beside them are two of my favorite collectors items. A Legolas Greenleaf action figure that my grandmother gave to me four days before she died. Beside it is an Elven Brooch, that I received yesterday.
“Maybe reading would lighten my mood a bit,” I say to myself. So I walk over to my dresser and pick up a book entitled The Two Towers and begin reading. I had just finished reading The Fellowship of the Ring a few days ago, so I decided to start reading the next of the trilogy.
I read past the first chapter…next the second. This book facinates me. I read only the lines of Legolas aloud, but stop on one of them. I read it over again. He seems to be just the encouragement the team needs after something terrible has happened, along with Aragorn.
I look up from reading for a second and look at the Elven Brooch on my dresser. It begins to change colors. First blue…red…green…yellow…and back to blue again. What’s going on? I pick it up and it glows even brighter. Too bright. I sheild my eyes…
~Legolas Greenleaf’s perspective~
“Come Gimli!” I yell to the dwarf. The poor fool still can’t keep up. He’s still far behind Aragorn and I, but there is no time to waste. Merry and Pippin are in grave danger. Though I would very much like to take a breather, we must not stop. We must keep running.
“Wait,” I say to Aragorn. “Stop.” I feel some strange energy. What is it?
“Legolas,” says Aragorn, “there is no time to stop.”
“I sense something unusual,” I say. “Someone is very close to us, but I know not who it is…or what it is.”
Not waiting for a response, I climb atop a large boulder and look around at the open field in front of me. A person is standing in the middle of it all. A young woman in a red dress. I look at her for awhile, but something else catches my attention.
“Get down!” I yell.
She does as I say just as a large, grey wolf jumps over her. Not hesitating, I pull out an arrow and fire……Direct hit! The arrow hits the wolf’s neck and it falls to the ground, dead.
I immediately run down to this young woman and help her up.
“Nice shot,” she says, brushing herself off. “Thank you for helping me.”
“You are quite welcome, I’m sure,” I say, bowing.
“Legolas!” yells Aragorn, coming down the hill with Gimli close behind. “What happend?”
“This young woman was in trouble, so I had to help her, Aragorn,” I say. I smile as I turn to Gimli. “Glad to see you were able to catch up, Master Dwarf.”
Gimli merely grunts.
I look at her again and she has a look of recognition across her face.
“What is it?” I ask.
She hesitates. “I know all of you. Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, King of Gondor. Gimli, son of Gloin. I also know of your deceased comrade, Boromir of Gondor. I also know of Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Peregrin Took, the four hobbits of the Shire. And yes, in case any of you were wondering, I also know of Gandalf the Grey. I’d recognize any one of you anywhere.”
Did I just hear what I think I heard? She knows all of us? How on Middle-earth can this be so?
Gimli grunts and steps close to her, his hands on his axe.
“She knows too much,” he says.
I stop him and urge him to listen.
She sighs and shakes her head. “If you are thinking of killing me, you’re wasting your time. The orcs that have taken Merry and Pippin are far ahead of you.”
Aragorn sighs. “You’re right. Come, all of you, we must press on.”
“You mean I can come with you, as well?” she asks.
“These open hills are no place for a woman, even an elven woman,” he says. “It is far too dangerous. Come.”
She nods and we set off again. I did not notice it at first, but she is an elf. How odd. There are usually no elves that come out this far, other than myself.
“Pardon me, milady,” I say, “but I would like to know your name.”
“My name is Lily,” she says. “Lily Crystal.”
“That is not a common name,” I say.
“No, Legolas, it is not. Where I come from, however, Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli are not common names either. I’m from a different world. In my world, you and your friends, as well as the entire Middle-Earth, only exist in books by an author named J. R. R. Tolkien.”
“We don’t exist where you come from?” I ask.
“Only in imaginations,” she responds. “I promise, I’ll tell you everything later. How I got here. What my life is like. Everything. I promise.”
“Yes, I would like to know more about you,” I say. “Welcome, Lily, to Middle-Earth.”
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