by MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 7:28 PM
I rose to go, careful not to make too much noise. “Thank you, Legolas,” I murmured, wondering, briefly, why he didn’t ask more of my own world. None of them had, and I found it strange (though I knew Gandalf was curious about it and would probably bombard me with questions the moment he had time). Perhaps they merely accepted it. They lived in a land of magic and wonders, things that the people back home couldn’t even imagine. Walking, talking trees, elves, hobbits, dwarves, balrogs, dragons, magical rings; they were all things that were so strange to me, but so normal to them. Perhaps one small, insignificant world hopper wasn’t worth much more notice than a few eyebrow raises.
“Goodnight, Samantha. Sleep well,” the elf replied, touching his heart briefly and inclining his head.
“Goodnight, Legolas. You too.”
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
A great adventure! +Imp. Documents+ +Menagerie+ +Wishlist+ +Journal+