AN: I know, I know. Another Legomance. But hey, if you don't want to read,
then don't. But I personally love them and so there you go... my story.
*Disclaimer: Okay, as if it even needs to be said... if you're here you should know who this belongs to*
A harsh wind blew through the seventeen year old girl's jacket, she tightening it instinctively as the wind bit and tugged at her frame, urging her to give in. Instead of giving in however, the young woman fought it with all her might, not very happy to have such a strong force as her adversary. Oh well, things could have been worse. As a raindrop splashed onto her nose, she let out a loud sigh, lifting the book-bag which before had rested (though it too was being attacked by nature) at her side as she walked, to her head. Smirking, she continued on home, the cold rain now playing at the edges of her thin jacket. In only a matter of minutes it had soaked through the flimsy material. Dratted fashion and its need to have girls appear slim. Because of it her outerwear was hardly a match for the forces of nature.
The girl was Tawny Wethyn. She was not that impressive-after all, there were supermodels to contend with here-but possessed more of an inner light, which masked any unattractive features she might have possessed. However, there were very few to cover at the moment. A smile was in place despite the rain, her eyes sparkled with merriment, and her cheeks flushed from the cold. Her short, dirty blond hair was beginning to become matted to her forehead, not that she cared much one way or the other.
Finally reaching her destination, Tawny was not surprised to find her friends sitting inside, instead of out in their usual bench at the familiar coffee joint. Christine Marsolis grinned to her good friend, and jabbed Michael Krystal, her other friend, to attention. "Tawn's here." Tawny could see Christine mouth to Michael as he raised his head from the table. He blinked, and Tawny could tell that Michael had been sleeping. Well, she was a bit late, so it was understandable.
Tawny reached the door, and opened it. With a swift kick the wind blew it open, and she stumbled back to recover from the sudden opening. As she looked up again, the door was no longer there though, and in it's place was a thick, veiling mist. It swirled about her, intoxicating. Her eyelids felt heavy, she drifting off into a sleep she couldn't really recognize as genuine.
Tawny awoke in a forest. Not really understanding where she was, she stood. Her legs both sounded alerts to her as she collapsed down as quickly as she had gotten control of them. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the girl looked around.
Wherever she was, it was incredibly green. A canopy of leaves was above her, sheltering her from the sun's potent rays. Instead the leaves scattered its warmth, creating a two toned mosaic on the moss-covered floor. She sat in the middle of the clearing, feeling the golden streams flow over her chilled body. Tawny sighed to herself and then yawned, laying back on the forest floor. She desired greatly to know where the heck she might be, but at the moment her exhaustion was great, even if she had just awoken from that strange sleep. Very little sleep she was allowed though, before a pair of eyes chanced upon her. The girl didn't rise immediately, nor did she even notice someone was watching her. But the new character was off on a whim, and rushed forward, drawing from a quiver on his back a feather-tipped arrow.
"State your business here, mortal." He spoke out loud, and Tawny sat up, nearly colliding with his arrow. He didn't pull back, nor even flinch as she looked up at him with panic stricken eyes.
"I... I..." No words formed in her throat. And so the person took action, pulling from a sack on his waist a long and steady rope. Immediately he bound her wrists, the action taking only a minute to complete. "Wait a second!" she finally spoke up, looking him straight in the eyes. Each had shades of blue, though one's had suddenly become defensive. The other... well, she didn't keep her gaze on him for long before her eyes strayed to his ears... then down to the mossy forest floor. "I didn't do anything." She mumbled to him, hoping he could hear her.
Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood could indeed hear her. It came with the territory of being an elf. And speaking of territory... "You did indeed." At her raised glance, he spoke. "You have trespassed on lands that are not for mortals. This place is not kind to those who come without an invitation from Thranduil himself."
"It's not as if I had much of a choice!" she spit out. The elf merely blinked in response. Surely she had strayed here. The amazing thing was that she had gotten past the guards at the entrance to the wood. However, Legolas took little interest in this, and spoke softly to her.
"This way. Come with me." It wasn't kind, but merely spoken in a cool and menacing tone. Tawny complied, he casting a glance at her. She was dressed in scandalous clothing. Her skirt was far too short, it went well above her ankles, and her shirt clung to her body a bit. While it showed off her slim frame, it was of strange make and material. The colors (some strange blue and pink) were bright against her pale skin. His eyes made their way up to her hair, which was unbelievably short. No one in all of Middle Earth cut their hair like this, he reasoned. It grazed her chin as she turned her head this way and that, looking about at the wood with interest.
"Fine then." She spoke to him, and followed after, she the only one to make noise as she walk. It should have struck her as odd, however Tawny was paying little attention to him, and more to her surroundings. It would be a long time before she noticed this strange creature had pointed ears, and made no noise when he walked. Even longer before she found out about his odd sleeping habits and strange ability to keep out the cold in winter. "Might I ask..." her voice carried to his ears, and he turned his head to the side slightly as if to acknowledge her, " where are we going?"
"My father's house." Hmm, that did not see too terrible, then. The man before her stepped nimbly, and she tried to follow suit, through the forest. Tawny's mind was elsewhere, and she very nearly ran into him as he stopped abruptly at a gate. Looking around him, she could see it was an ornately carved building, the wood almost silver in color. In contrast was the flora all about this place. It was almost as though white and green were fighting for control of her senses. Legolas led her through the doors, and down a path to where his father sat, looking terribly bored. No... not bored. It was some other air Tawny could not be quite sure about... oh dear. It was a regal look. His father was royalty. Or was it his father? He looked so very youthful. But in his eyes was the wisdom of many ages. This man had to be very great, of that she was sure. Fear welled up within her finally, and Tawny did the only thing she could think of at that moment.
She fainted.
*Disclaimer: Okay, as if it even needs to be said... if you're here you should know who this belongs to*
A harsh wind blew through the seventeen year old girl's jacket, she tightening it instinctively as the wind bit and tugged at her frame, urging her to give in. Instead of giving in however, the young woman fought it with all her might, not very happy to have such a strong force as her adversary. Oh well, things could have been worse. As a raindrop splashed onto her nose, she let out a loud sigh, lifting the book-bag which before had rested (though it too was being attacked by nature) at her side as she walked, to her head. Smirking, she continued on home, the cold rain now playing at the edges of her thin jacket. In only a matter of minutes it had soaked through the flimsy material. Dratted fashion and its need to have girls appear slim. Because of it her outerwear was hardly a match for the forces of nature.
The girl was Tawny Wethyn. She was not that impressive-after all, there were supermodels to contend with here-but possessed more of an inner light, which masked any unattractive features she might have possessed. However, there were very few to cover at the moment. A smile was in place despite the rain, her eyes sparkled with merriment, and her cheeks flushed from the cold. Her short, dirty blond hair was beginning to become matted to her forehead, not that she cared much one way or the other.
Finally reaching her destination, Tawny was not surprised to find her friends sitting inside, instead of out in their usual bench at the familiar coffee joint. Christine Marsolis grinned to her good friend, and jabbed Michael Krystal, her other friend, to attention. "Tawn's here." Tawny could see Christine mouth to Michael as he raised his head from the table. He blinked, and Tawny could tell that Michael had been sleeping. Well, she was a bit late, so it was understandable.
Tawny reached the door, and opened it. With a swift kick the wind blew it open, and she stumbled back to recover from the sudden opening. As she looked up again, the door was no longer there though, and in it's place was a thick, veiling mist. It swirled about her, intoxicating. Her eyelids felt heavy, she drifting off into a sleep she couldn't really recognize as genuine.
Tawny awoke in a forest. Not really understanding where she was, she stood. Her legs both sounded alerts to her as she collapsed down as quickly as she had gotten control of them. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the girl looked around.
Wherever she was, it was incredibly green. A canopy of leaves was above her, sheltering her from the sun's potent rays. Instead the leaves scattered its warmth, creating a two toned mosaic on the moss-covered floor. She sat in the middle of the clearing, feeling the golden streams flow over her chilled body. Tawny sighed to herself and then yawned, laying back on the forest floor. She desired greatly to know where the heck she might be, but at the moment her exhaustion was great, even if she had just awoken from that strange sleep. Very little sleep she was allowed though, before a pair of eyes chanced upon her. The girl didn't rise immediately, nor did she even notice someone was watching her. But the new character was off on a whim, and rushed forward, drawing from a quiver on his back a feather-tipped arrow.
"State your business here, mortal." He spoke out loud, and Tawny sat up, nearly colliding with his arrow. He didn't pull back, nor even flinch as she looked up at him with panic stricken eyes.
"I... I..." No words formed in her throat. And so the person took action, pulling from a sack on his waist a long and steady rope. Immediately he bound her wrists, the action taking only a minute to complete. "Wait a second!" she finally spoke up, looking him straight in the eyes. Each had shades of blue, though one's had suddenly become defensive. The other... well, she didn't keep her gaze on him for long before her eyes strayed to his ears... then down to the mossy forest floor. "I didn't do anything." She mumbled to him, hoping he could hear her.
Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood could indeed hear her. It came with the territory of being an elf. And speaking of territory... "You did indeed." At her raised glance, he spoke. "You have trespassed on lands that are not for mortals. This place is not kind to those who come without an invitation from Thranduil himself."
"It's not as if I had much of a choice!" she spit out. The elf merely blinked in response. Surely she had strayed here. The amazing thing was that she had gotten past the guards at the entrance to the wood. However, Legolas took little interest in this, and spoke softly to her.
"This way. Come with me." It wasn't kind, but merely spoken in a cool and menacing tone. Tawny complied, he casting a glance at her. She was dressed in scandalous clothing. Her skirt was far too short, it went well above her ankles, and her shirt clung to her body a bit. While it showed off her slim frame, it was of strange make and material. The colors (some strange blue and pink) were bright against her pale skin. His eyes made their way up to her hair, which was unbelievably short. No one in all of Middle Earth cut their hair like this, he reasoned. It grazed her chin as she turned her head this way and that, looking about at the wood with interest.
"Fine then." She spoke to him, and followed after, she the only one to make noise as she walk. It should have struck her as odd, however Tawny was paying little attention to him, and more to her surroundings. It would be a long time before she noticed this strange creature had pointed ears, and made no noise when he walked. Even longer before she found out about his odd sleeping habits and strange ability to keep out the cold in winter. "Might I ask..." her voice carried to his ears, and he turned his head to the side slightly as if to acknowledge her, " where are we going?"
"My father's house." Hmm, that did not see too terrible, then. The man before her stepped nimbly, and she tried to follow suit, through the forest. Tawny's mind was elsewhere, and she very nearly ran into him as he stopped abruptly at a gate. Looking around him, she could see it was an ornately carved building, the wood almost silver in color. In contrast was the flora all about this place. It was almost as though white and green were fighting for control of her senses. Legolas led her through the doors, and down a path to where his father sat, looking terribly bored. No... not bored. It was some other air Tawny could not be quite sure about... oh dear. It was a regal look. His father was royalty. Or was it his father? He looked so very youthful. But in his eyes was the wisdom of many ages. This man had to be very great, of that she was sure. Fear welled up within her finally, and Tawny did the only thing she could think of at that moment.
She fainted.