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After a small supper, for I couldn't eat much,
YMG: (as Heather) For I was watching my weight, just in case
Legolas decided to kidnap me.
I felt tired. I then decided to go to bed so that I could get a good rest.
YMG: And not because she was tired.
I went quietly to my room, located upstairs in the inn, and closed the door behind me. I saw that the window was open so I went to close it after I made sure that the door was locked.
YMG: Why didn't she lock the door after she closed it, instead of
going to the window first. *ADD alert*
At the window I closed it, but I froze to a dead stop when I felt the edge of a sharp blade at my back.
YMG: That's what happens when you don't lock the door.
TD: Yeah ... "blade." That's what it was ... *cough*
A hand reached across my shoulder on my right and grabbed my left shoulder to keep me from getting away.
YMG: Wait - the hand reached across her right and grabbed her left,
but from behind. *Thinks for a moment* She must have been attacked by something
made of corn syrup.
The hand was strong and firm, but the grip was a grip that clutched my heart my heart in fear.
YMG: The grip, the grip!
YMG & SB: My heart, my heart!
SB: *mock faints* fear!
What happened next went by so quickly that I couldn't even fight back, it was like I was parylized.
YMG: Like totally.
SB: (as Heather) I couldn't even, like, think about, like,
how to spell paralyzed, because It was like, so fast!
MMLS: In this day and age of auto-spell check, I find it unbelievable
that people can still have such tremendous typos.
My hands were tied and I was gagged and blindfolded.
YMG, SB, and MMLS: Kinky!
YMG: Just the way she likes it ...
I was then carried down and out of the window away from the inn at where I was staying. I realized that we were suddenly in the woods behind the inn because I heard the snapping of twigs under my captor's feet.
SB: If there's only one window, and behind that the woods, where else
would she be?
YMG: Mirkwood?
SB: Oh God, I hope it's not one of those stories!
YMG: Isn't it already one of those stories?
Both: *Sigh*
I felt the scraping of branches against my face and the blood that they drew fall on to the ground.
SB: Something needs to be fixed here. I felt the scraping of branches
against my face. Check. And the blood that they drew fall ... Danger,
Will Robinson! They were drawing/fall or they drew/fell. You can't have two
different tenses in ONE sentence!
YMG: *Gives SB a sticker*
My life flailed by me and I knew that it was going to be impossible to see my family or my house again.
YMG: How can one's life flail? *Whoopah* Was that a Freudian slip?
SB: (as Heather) Because I was going to run away and live with
Legolas forever and ever and EVER!
As I was carried across miles of land I tried not to make noise, knowing the consequences might hurt.
YMG: Because ... how?
We stopped, and then traveled onward stopping only to eat.
YMG: It makes no sense! Make it stop.
MMLS: Only to eat.
YMG: *cries*
When the time did come to eat, I was un gagged.
YMG: Wait - he didn't shove it up her ass?
SB: *mumbles*
YMG: What?
SB: Nothing ...
Even blindfolded I could tell that the larger portion of the food was given to me,
YMG: Because she had ESP!
TD: What's ESP? You mean ESPN?
YMG: *Glares*
MMLS: Of COURSE she'd know if she'd gotten the larger portion. She
wrote the story.
SB: But, but, first person is not third person.
as if my captor wanted me to be healthy and live.
YMG: (as Heather) Because we were in LOVE!
My cuts were also given attention to, for I could feel the blood on my face no more, but I knew that the cuts were still there from their stinging marks.
MMLS: So ... she couldn't feel the blood on her face? Wouldn't it dry?
And wouldn't she feel water or antiseptic or Magical Mirkwood Medicine being
rubbed on her, signifying that the blood was gone?
One day, for I did not know whether it was morning or night,
YMG: Once upon a time ...
MMLS: You can still tell light and darkness when blindfolded.
YMG: How would you know?
I was un gagged so that I could eat.
SB: *mumbles*
YMG: I think she just likes to type the word "gagged."
A thought ran through my head,
YMG: A single, solitary thought.
MMLS: The first one she'd had in years.
YMG: And it was running for its life.
maybe this is my chance to find out where I was and who my captor was. I gathered as much courage as possible and asked my captor, "Who are you?" I could tell that my captor had heard me as he was giving me my food.
YMG: Because as soon as he heard her talk, he groaned and shoved an
apple in her mouth.
MMLS: Why does she keep saying "my captor" if she knows it's a he?
SB: Maybe it's a term of endearment.
YMG: Meanwhile, the last chapter was called "Legolas Chapter 3"
I flinched as my captor removed my blindfold.
YMG: If he's just going to remove it like that, why bother putting
it on in the first place?
It was night, for the stars shone brightly from behind a blanket of trees.
YMG: OMG! Like 3 sentences ago she said "one day." I swear!
SB: But she didn't know whether it was morning or night.
MMLS: What about noon?
SB: What about it.
MMLS: Anyway, she would be able to tell if it were night because it
would be DARK and COLDER than the DAYTIME.
YMG: Didn't we already cover this?
He was about my height, maybe even a little taller, and had blue eyes. His hair was blond and long.
YMG: He was a Nazi!
MMLS: Wait - isn't Legolas supposed to be really, really tall?
SB & YMG: Meh.
He was dressed in a weird fashion that revealed that he wasn't from around here.
YMG: (as Heather) It looked just like the clothes that Sinead's
life-sized Legolas wore!
SB: He was dressed in like the heighth of Roman fashion.
YMG: *snickers*
He must be the young man that was following me that morning. Katty had said that that the young man didn't look like he was from around here.
SB: Good for you! The man who looked like he wasn't from around here
must not be from around here.
YMG: What a surprise.
MMLS: Although, we don't even know where "here" is - so why is she
still saying "here" after being dragged "across miles of land?"
His face was fair, unlike any mortal man's.
YMG: How would she know what an immortal man looked like?
MMLS: Maybe she's seen Highlander.
YMG: Yeah, but Lambert's face isn't exactly fair. Neither is Sean
Connery's.
SB: Meanwhile, how can your face be fair? Isn't it usually your hair,
or your complexion?
YMG: Maybe it's just him.
MMLS: There can be only one!
In his hair were two braids that rested behind his ears. His ears were unusually pointy for some reason.
SB: Some reason ...?
YMG: Not like he was an elf or anything.
I finally knew who he was, or at least I thought I knew.
MMLS: And then her one thought couldn't run anymore, and died on the
spot.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf, and I am sorry we had to meet this way, for there was no time for explanations," he said in a voice so soft and beautiful. I was right! He is Legolas, son of King Thranduil, but he can't possibly be real, can he?
SB: No.
YMG: He is simply a figment of your imagination.
SB: There is no spoon!
YMG: These aren't the droids you're looking for.
MMLS: Can we go find some slash now? Please? Velvet Goldmine?
ALL: *drool*
TD: ...
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