"Stupid, evil, physco, sunshine. Always shining, why in the morning? Too
damn bright..." Miriel muttered sarcastically under her breath and shifted
under her covers. "Why me?"
"Miriel! I put out your red dress for the feast!" called the cheerful voice of the...caretaker. Ever since the death of her parents, she ad been left in the care of this ....caretaker, who worked for Thranduil. He was probably just waiting for the day that she was old enough to be married off to one of his vassals or allies, for more land.
"Evil, happy, hyper people and scary morning freakos." She muttered. The day that she would willingly put on that dress and look like little red riding hood in front of the whole freaking world would not be today. She pulled out her Mirkwood Archer gig and sighed happily as she put on her pants- Yah, you got it, no skirts. Yippee!-and sword belt. Slipping her bow and quiver over her back, she pulled her long brown hair into a ponytail with a dark green ribbon.
Miriel had green eyes, was a very un-hobbit like 5'10" which actually was not that tall for a two thousand year old elf. Yes, an elf. Bet you were not expecting that now, were you? With a small moan she reached for her long hated coronet, a symbol of her royalty and of her mixed blood of the Valar and the woodland elves. The coronet was a simple platinum band with a perfectly round opal set right in the middle of the band. Placing it on her forehead she said, "Stupid, evil, crown shaped piece of shit. Giving me a freaking migraine every freaking day. No headache potion for me, no, of course not. Miriel, the girl with a migraine." Muttering under her breath she grabbed a hold of the window sill, took a deep breath, not looking down, and swung herself over the window and down to the ground twelve feet below. Of course she landed on the patch of rocks below her window. "Ow!" she whispered. Well I mean come on now, no one could know she was sneaking out. If they didn't already. She wasn't exactly the quietest elf around.
Pulling a reed out of her packet Miriel blew a long, clear, note that rang in the crisp air. The air was too cold goddamnit. "Where is she? So cold, cold, cold, Arrrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhh!" A dark bay horse galloped into the clearing, closely followed by a white horse ridden by a tall dirty blonde elf with a very mischievous look in her eyes. "Well I thought you would never wake up!" said Ewen, Miriel's partner in crime. "Orcs wait for no elf."
"Miriel! I put out your red dress for the feast!" called the cheerful voice of the...caretaker. Ever since the death of her parents, she ad been left in the care of this ....caretaker, who worked for Thranduil. He was probably just waiting for the day that she was old enough to be married off to one of his vassals or allies, for more land.
"Evil, happy, hyper people and scary morning freakos." She muttered. The day that she would willingly put on that dress and look like little red riding hood in front of the whole freaking world would not be today. She pulled out her Mirkwood Archer gig and sighed happily as she put on her pants- Yah, you got it, no skirts. Yippee!-and sword belt. Slipping her bow and quiver over her back, she pulled her long brown hair into a ponytail with a dark green ribbon.
Miriel had green eyes, was a very un-hobbit like 5'10" which actually was not that tall for a two thousand year old elf. Yes, an elf. Bet you were not expecting that now, were you? With a small moan she reached for her long hated coronet, a symbol of her royalty and of her mixed blood of the Valar and the woodland elves. The coronet was a simple platinum band with a perfectly round opal set right in the middle of the band. Placing it on her forehead she said, "Stupid, evil, crown shaped piece of shit. Giving me a freaking migraine every freaking day. No headache potion for me, no, of course not. Miriel, the girl with a migraine." Muttering under her breath she grabbed a hold of the window sill, took a deep breath, not looking down, and swung herself over the window and down to the ground twelve feet below. Of course she landed on the patch of rocks below her window. "Ow!" she whispered. Well I mean come on now, no one could know she was sneaking out. If they didn't already. She wasn't exactly the quietest elf around.
Pulling a reed out of her packet Miriel blew a long, clear, note that rang in the crisp air. The air was too cold goddamnit. "Where is she? So cold, cold, cold, Arrrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhh!" A dark bay horse galloped into the clearing, closely followed by a white horse ridden by a tall dirty blonde elf with a very mischievous look in her eyes. "Well I thought you would never wake up!" said Ewen, Miriel's partner in crime. "Orcs wait for no elf."