Organized Chaos

I suppose if I'd known what I was getting myself into, I would have left it alone. Of course, when you're bored out of your mind, you tend to do stupid things. Such, as I don't know maybe signing up for a visit from Tolkien elves in plush form, it'll be fun I thought, little did I know I was in for the ride of my life.

Well, I suppose that I'd better stop whining, and get to what actually happened, and how it happened, and why it happened. The answer is, thirteen years ago when I was fifteen years old, I signed up for the program, fully realizing what could happen. Although to be honest I didn't think that it would. So, as a safe warning do not sign up for things on the internet, that may or may not involve Tolkien. And do not dream about elves.

The girl ran through the woods feeling, the wind in her hair, the smell of fresh air. Which was a welcome change to living in, wait, where was she from? She'd forgotten, which was strange, because normally she was rather wary of forgetting things.

She felt an abrupt change of scenery as she found herself in a courtyard, where she saw three very tall men talking. She edged closer curious as what they were talking about, but we all know that 'curiosity killed the cat' but this young woman simply didn't care.

"I am tired of dealing of their incessant whining, and arguing." The shorter of the men said. "You'd think that after spending time in Mandos' halls they could at least learn to get along." He finished quite annoyed.

The tallest man stood for a moment thinking about what had been said, before remembering something that had been done before. "If you are willing," he paused. "We have as of late been employing the use of the F.A.U.L.T.T.Y. program."

The bearded man spoke, "but the eldest has already been through that program, and passed with flying colors. Why would you subject him to yet another trial run?" He questioned slightly confused.

The shorter man nodded, "yes, but it will allow them to hopefully grow closer, and heal the rifts between them. Granted they never got along all too well, but having all shared the same burden of responsibility, let us hope that they will understand." He paused before adding "let it be done." With that sealing the fate of his children.

The tallest clearly the leader nodded, "Aulë, if you will prepare the packages, and educate the others on what will happen." He paused smiling; "I believe I already have a caretaker in mind."

Manwë Súlimo turned his head towards the gate and smiled kindly. "Child of men do not fear, please come out, we know you are there." He said beckoning the young women forward. She hesitantly stepped out of the shadows, slightly surprised that they had heard her. She mentally cursed herself before saying the first thing that came to mind: "Ollo, uh, I uh, hello?" she stumbled forward fidgeting with her hands.

"Do you know who we are?" Questioned Aulë. She nodded hurriedly, "I think so, but, no this isn't right, you're not real." She stammered. "But, if you were, well you are Lord Aulë," and pointing to the taller man she said, "Manwë Súlimo, high king of Valinor, and you, well aren't you supposed to be dead?"

At this the shorter man, laughing replied, "No, two ages is quite enough time to spend in the halls of Namo." She blushed realizing, that she probably sounded quite ridiculous, but to be fair your would if you found yourself in the presence of an elf and two of the Valar. "Don't you think its time you returned home." Manwë said turning looking down at the young girl. "You have spent time enough here. It is not yet your time to find yourself in such a place as this. Return to your home, and you in time you shall receive what is yours."

Beep, beep, beepity beep came the incessant blaring of Emma's alarm clock. Moaning she turned over eyes wide as she stared at the clock. Six-thirty a.m. it read, time to start another day. "That was a weird dream." She said rubbing the last bits of sleep out of her eyes, as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.