My Elf Story

Once upon a time, I, your loyal blogger, dreamed of writing a short story of her life in the tone of an Elf from one of J. R. R. Tolkien’s Lord of The Rings/The Hobbit books/movies. Imagine Legolas(🧝‍♂️) and Tauriel. (Maybe even Legolas’ father, whom I forget the name of…Em-something)…Anyway, here we go on our journey.

It was almost like a practice because I not only dreamed of writing short stories of elves but long, sellable(that probably isn’t a word) novels of my own characters in my own 'weird' world. This is my practice run. Here we go…:

‘’Gimli- “I never thought I’d die beside an elf.”

Legolas- “What about a friend?”

Gimli- *reveals a mighty smug look and grips his axe with his other hand*’ —The Lord of The Rings movies, The Return of The King.

*points to the excerpt above* That Elf. *returns hand to side with a smug grin* But we should continue. If we ever want to find an end to this.

Here goes nothing:

Claudia’s Water Bin Experiences through a J. R. R. Tolkien-Elf’s Mindthingy.

One day, while doing chores with my younger sister, I began to dream of another world*. It wasn’t a magical dream, but it was peaceful and gentle, and I could almost feel the fresh green grass on my fingertips and the warm breeze on my cheeks. There was a sort of gentleness in that air that carried my heart into a gentle calmness, like sugar melting on my tongue. Of course, in real life, I wasn't standing in a green meadow, looking up to the bright blue sky. I was in my winter jacket, hauling water in buckets for my horses in the middle of winter.

As I sighed, I began to lose the gentle grip of the dream, and it was now only the snow falling on my eyelashes that brought me to look at the world around me**. Dragging my buckets from the ground, I started the trek up the hill and to the water bin.

As I passed my sister, she pulled her pails out of the way and said, “Careful, it froze overnight and might cause you to slip,” Her long, Light-brown hair blew back in the slight breeze. She’d pulled only the tiniest strings from the front of her face back that day, and her clothing robes shuffled silently around her legs as she passed me.

“I won’t slip. Who do you think I am?” I replied, flicking hair out of my eyes as I continued up the small hill and to the water bin. By the time I reached it, I knew what my sister meant. It was ice and the slippery water caught under my boot and quickly ran my toes into the plastic bin. With the combination of heavy water buckets slipping into the tub from the edge where I’d rested them and the way my boots twisted on the ice, I almost face-planted into the water***.

When I finally came back up, my sister had planted her pails beside me, and a hearty laugh had begun to escape her lips. “I thought you said you wouldn’t slip,” She said, approaching me as I stood cautiously on the ice and finished dumping the water into the bin.

“I didn’t slip,” I called back, keeping my eyes on the ground. I could still feel my heart thumping like a train in my chest. I’d hoped earlier that she hadn’t watched me. That hope was long gone.

“Then what was that?” she asked, grinning as I stepped away and she tipped her buckets into the sloshing water bin.

“I lost my footing,” I said simply, beginning to hold down the electric fence and allow my sister to crawl over, onto the other side****. The ball of bile in my throat slowly rose, and I swallowed hard to keep it at bay.

The last thing I remembered was the look of pretentious giddiness that my sister shot at me before hopping the fence and beginning back toward the house.

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*- That is a lie. When I’m doing chores, I’m doing chores. This was added for dramatic effect. 😉

**-This is actually a lie too. The day I slipped at the water bin, it was not snowing, and…snowflakes rarely end up on my eyelashes anyway…so…*shrugs*

***-Oh boy…now I feel deceitful. You can probably guess, dear reader, that I was lying again. I did not faceplant into the water, but I did douse my hand.

****-I actually starred this because there’s a little more to it than ‘I held down an electric fence.’ You see, my dugout is not fenced, and my older sister (not currently in the water accident story) fears our horses will walk on the ice and do bad things, so we electric fence our dugout. It actually works really well. However, to climb over the wire, we have to hold it down with our buckets in order to prevent getting zapped.

I hope you enjoyed!!! This was super fun to write, and I hope I put this space to good use. Practice is practice, but it only counts if it’s good, so…let me know if you liked it or think it sounded like a Elf by hitting the little heart (saying like again felt repetitive…XD, you know I’m an author when:)

Anyway, this was very, very fun(but I’ve said that already, so you probably know…). I hope you laughed a little when you read it. And if you didn’t…*stares daggers at you*...*doesn't look away, not for a second*…Oookayyy *sighs*…*releases you from eye prison and shrugs with a powerful grin* That’s okay…I guess.

Be safe, everyone! Wear grippy boots, and don’t slide into dugout holes or horse water bins!

Take care, I hope to see you soon!

Claudia

Blog Edit (February 15th):

A little photo of the water bin I talked so much about above. ;)