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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 20:26:30 GMT -5
Okay, so this is a little something different. Mar and I are starting this thread just for fun. No where in the timeline, or anything -- again, this is just for kicks! And, the regular one-page rule doesn't apply -- as long as they make it fit, anyone can join at anytime!
Oh, and anything in stars * are in English, k?
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Caitlin woke to birdsong. That alone should've sent up red flags, but she was still groggy. They were rather loud, though. Were the birds right over her or something? Whatever. She rolled over, and went back to sleep.
It was then that someone pressed up against her. *Moxie, go away!* she muttered to the pillow. But it was no dog. Instead, someone put their arm around her.
<Morning, Moonlight,> someone whispered in her ear.
At this point, she did the only rational thing available to her. She screamed as loudly as possible.
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 20:28:00 GMT -5
Glauron looked down at her and seemed startled. "What? What happened Moonlight?" he whispered.
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 20:30:47 GMT -5
She made her way out of bed the quickest way possible -- rolling to the floor, without even the smallest trace of grace. She didn't care, for she had found something that was quite unsettling -- she was completely naked. *You pervert!* she screamed, trying to wrap the sheet around her and hit the strange blond man with her pillow at the same time. *I don't know who you are, or what you're doing in my room, but get out now, or I'm calling the cops!*
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 20:32:09 GMT -5
<Ithilwen!> he called, and sighed. <Ithilwen, it's me, remember me? Glauron, your husband.> He got out of the bed and took her hands and kissed her face gently. <You're in your own room, home in Rivendell... and what are you saying!> he demaned.
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 20:36:25 GMT -5
She stared at him. She didn't even know what language he was speaking, didn't have a name, but she understood it perfectly! <Rivendell?> she replied in kind, the words strange on her tongue, but flowy. Reminded her of French class. But she spoke it with a perfect accent. Unlike French. <Okay, I don't know where this Rivendell is, or who you are, and why are you calling me Ithilwen? My name is Caitlin, I'm from Virginia, and I want to know, what's going on?!?>
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 20:40:15 GMT -5
<You're Ithilwen, > he whispered into her pointed ear and kissed her. <My wife and my love, mother of my children, and adopted daughter of Elrond...> he told her and kissed her ear. <And ticklish here.>
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 20:42:26 GMT -5
She giggled. That was ticklish! But then she realized something. <Wait a minute,> she said. <Rivendell? Elrond?> Was this guy on something, or just messing with her head? <What are you trying to pull?!?> She came after him with the pillow again.
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 20:43:32 GMT -5
He grabbed the pillow and he wirledher around and let her see her reflection. "You are Ithilwen!" he reminded her loudly. <And I love you!>
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 20:46:13 GMT -5
For a moment, she couldn't talk. That most certainly wasn't her! She lifted a hand, and the reflection did so, too. But since when was she that skinny? Or that pretty? And, what was up with that hair? It was greying! <No, no!> she said. <I'm Caitlin, I'm shorter and fat, with brunette hair, and ...> she had pointy ears? <... and Human! And 19 years old!>
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 20:49:54 GMT -5
<No,> he whispered and shook his head. <You're over a thousand years old, you're an elf, silver haired and beautiful,> he whispered and kissed her deeply. <And you're loved by me.>
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 20:51:33 GMT -5
<Over a thousand years old?> That would explain the hair! Then she thought ... <An Elf?!?> This guy meant it! *What are you on? Seriously, dude, you need help!* She pulled away from him and ran out of the room.
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 20:56:12 GMT -5
Margaret woke up and threw the pillow over her head. *Shut up, ya god damned birds!* she shrieked and looked up. *Mom! Why didn't you turn the air on!* She grummbled and got up, hair a mess and falling over her face. She ran into someone and cursed. *Damn it, Molly, watch out!*
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 20:59:46 GMT -5
Caitlin was hit hard enough to go flying. She got up, brushing herself off, to remember she was only wearing a sheet, to her embarassment. She bluffed it off. *I'm not Molly!* she snapped back. *I'm Caitlin. Who're you?!?*
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 21:03:40 GMT -5
*Mar!* she exclaimed and moved the red hair from her face. An ugly expression crossed it and she took the girl in. *What the hell are you supposed to be?* She eyed her and rubbed at her eyes. Maybe to much eyeliner had finally caused her to go blind like her mother always threatened.
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 21:06:53 GMT -5
She threw her hands up. *At least you speak English!* she said. *All I know is, one minute I'm normal, the next I'm waking up next to a guy who insists that we're both Elves and this is Rivendell.* She may not know Tolkien. *Sorry, Lord of the Rings.*
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