Summery- When Kira's family is brutally murdered by Hunters, she is brought to Middle Earth, expecting it would be safe. What she does not expect is too fall in love with none other than the infamous March Warden of the Golden Woods. When they both finally realize their feelings, the very people that she thought she had escaped from capture them. Dun, dun, Dunn…
Angst, romance, tragedy, and lots of smut… what can I say; I love to write it… lol.
Disclaimer- I no own any of J.R.R. Tolkien's things. I own all the fairies.
Kira will be used to all the court functions, and being introduced to Royalty, since there is a king and queen of the Fairies, and she had met them before. Also, Faerie and Fairy are the same thing.
Chapter 1-Death
Kira Marie Adams, daughter of Anya and Zachariah, lay in her room reading. Glamoured, she looked like a 16-year-old girl, with curly black hair, slightly pointed ears, dark violet eyes, and about five foot, seven inches. Unglamoured, she looked the same, almost… the only major difference, was that she had wings. Starting at her shoulder blades, and looking like butterfly wings almost. Fragile, and thin, but amazingly strong and lovely.
Kira sighed, and set her book down and covered her head in her pillow. Her parents were fighting again… they fought often, the stress of their people being hunted like game and slaughtered, slowly waning their patience. They tried to hide it from her but their voices carried through the thin walls of their adjoined rooms. Kira and her family were staying with the king and queen of the faeries for a while, as were the rest of the fairy population- all that was left that is. Tiring of their yelling, Kira stood up, tossed her pillow back on her bed and dressed in shorts and a red halter-top. Pulling on her sneakers, she exited her room and walked down the immense hallways. Various fairies greeted her with a nod or smile, which she returned.
Kira exited the hidden castle, which too all except those who had magic flowing through their veins, could see. To those not gifted with magic, it looked like a run down, shabby house. In truth it was a massive castle. What the old stories called a faerie raft.
Kira walked down the street, heading for a large river that she knew flowed through the kings' and queens' land. It always relaxed her, especially the way times were. With those damned hunters running about, killing all but pure blood humans, it made life so much harder. Hunters, the most dangerous humans ever. They were humans convinced that anything that was not human, a pure blood, was to be destroyed. Fairies had to be careful that they did not reveal who they were, so they were not compromised.
Kira lay down on the grass and was about to fall asleep, when a loud scream startled her. Kira jumped up and ran with agile-ness, to the castle. Deep in her heart she knew she would be too late, but she refused to believe it. One thought came to mind as she saw smoke rising from the castle. 'Hunters.' She thought with fear. She ran in the door and down the now abandoned halls. The bodies of fairies lay dead on the ground as she ran to her parent's room. The sight that greeted her made her want to retch. Her father lay with a sword in his stomach, a look of fear on his face. Her mother was lying on the bed, blood soaking the sheets that covered her body. She felt her eyes go teary and her throat choke up.
"No." she whispered. She unglamoured her self and felt her wings spread out. They fanned, expressing her pure fury and fear. A sudden jerk on her shoulder alerted her. She gasped and felt herself being dragged out of the room. Kicking, she tried to escape. She was flung in to another room, on to a bed. She sat up and tried to charge to the door. The masked human blocked her and slammed the door shut. Kira flung herself at him and tried to punch him. "Let… me go!" she screamed in anger as he picked her up and flung her on the bed again. Fear rose in her throat as she realized what he was going to do. She began to fight anew, and he pinned her arms above her.
Kira did the only thing she could do, kneed him in the groin. He gasped in pain and rolled off the bed. Kira jumped off the bed and opened the door. A snap and burning pain made her scream in pain and anguish. The human had gone for the only part that would seriously harm a fairy. Her wings. Tears ran down her face as pain jolted through her body. Her left wing was broken. Kira gasped for a breath and began to run for her parents' room. There was one thing in her room that she could think of that would save her from the same fate as all the other fairies.
Many times, her mother had talked of a brooch, that had come from some place, Lorien she had called it. She had said that elves and other mystical creatures almost like fairies lived there in peace. She had journeyed there in her earlier years, since fairies are immortal. Anya had warned her not to ever touch it, if she did then she would never see her family or this realm again. That would be her only chance.
Kira rummaged through her mothers drawers and came out with a crystal box. Footsteps approached and Kira fumbled to get it open. A large heavy object hit her in the head and the box flew from her hands. She bit back a cry of pain and inched to the box. She grabbed it just as she heard a sword being drawn. All hunters carried iron swords, only fatal if stabbed in to a vital organ, (i.e. heart, lungs, etc.) and a favorite object of torture among the hunters. Another pain flared through her body, this time in her shoulder. The iron in the sword made her scream over and over again. Only half conscious, she managed to get the box open and gripped the brooch.
The pain disappeared and she fell in to darkness.
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Haldir of Lothlorien heard an anguished scream, as did his younger brother, Rumil. They traded glances and began to run toward the direction of the scream. Haldir searched the forest floor and saw a crumpled form lying on the ground. Rumil strode to it heedless of the danger it might pose, while Haldir drew his sword and approached warily. Rumil turned a puzzled face to him, and Haldir walked up to the motionless form. Memories of previous things swept through his head, but he ignored them.
"I do believe it is dead." Rumil said softly, looking at his brothers' emotionless face. Haldir raised an eyebrow and glanced at the thing. Rumil nudged it with a foot and it moaned, and the form rippled. Almost like what would happen if you threw a rock in a pond. Rumil stumbled back and gave a yelp. Haldir smirked at his brother, and knelt beside the figure.
It rolled over and Haldir was momentarily stunned. A woman with shiny black hair and ivory skin lay on the ground. 'Lovely, beautiful even.' Haldir thought sheathing his sword. Her clothes were revealing, showing her long shapely legs, along with a large expanse of skin, but he was not complaining. He shook his head in annoyance. He refused to get close to any woman, especially an elvish one. With his duty as March warden, if he bound himself to an elvish woman, and he died, she would die as well. He had had previous lovers, but none of them serious. Haldir noticed the stain of a dark crimson on her shoulder. He was snapped out of his daydream and smoothed back the hair of the woman.
"Arwen en amin?" (My lady?) He asked. Her eyes flickered open and her beauty once again stunned Haldir. Her lavender gaze seemed to bore in to his soul. But it was also pain filled. Seeing that she did not understand what he had said in elvish, he said in Common. "My lady, try to stay awake, I will get you to the city." He took off his cloak and used one of his daggers to tear off a strip of material. Making a mental note to ask for another one, he bound the wound. He gently turned her on her back and allowed a gasp to leave his mouth. The woman before him had wings! Rumil also gasped and knelt.
"What is she?" asked Rumil, his voice hushed.
Haldir shook his head. "I know not. We have to get her to the Lady." He finished binding the wound and moved her on to her back. A scream of pain escaped her mouth and he tried to find out what was wrong. "What is it my lady? Is it the sword wound?"
"No… My wing, it was broken." She said her eyes closed in pain, her breathing coming in pants and gasps. Haldir knew there was nothing he could do, so he apologized hurriedly and scooped up the woman. She shuddered in his hold, her face buried in the crook of his neck. He was amazed at the woman, obviously not human, but not elvish, but still having the slight form of an elvish woman. Not as tall but just as light, quite lighter really. Her fingers gripped his shirt, holding on.
"Who… are you?" she whispered, moving slightly in his grasp. He looked in to her violet eyes, and the pain made him move faster. She cried out as he began to run. Pain swamped her and she passed out. Rumil had gone ahead and gotten the lady to head to the healers tent where she would be put.
Haldir hoped that he would get her there in time.
End of this chapter! Please review, I really need them, they are my life. Lol. But if you don't review, I don't finish the story… oh no!!