Aurë Entulura
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All belongs to the wonderful imagination of J.R.R Tolkien. I, however, made up Kayla and Melian.
Summary: Kayla is lost and finds that she holds the key to more than the survival of Middle Earth.
Rating: PG-13 (So far)
AUTHORS NOTE: This is set shortly after the Lord of the Rings Books. The One Ring has been destroyed and the members of the Fellowship (minus Boromir, obviously) have gone back to their ordinary lives, with the new friendships that have been formed. None of the main characters sailed to Valinor and the five Istar did not leave Middle Earth after the defeat of Sauron.
Prologue: Kayla stepped into the hustle and bustle of downtown London after a hard day's work. "Good night, Mr. Chisholm. I'll see you tomorrow," she called to the store's elderly proprietor, and started her way toward the train station. While waiting for it to become safe to cross a busy road, Kayla felt as if someone was staring at her. She turned, but she could not see through the crowds of people making their way home. Kayla shrugged it off; she often had people look at her. She was nothing spectacular, with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, and her mother told her this often, but she had a presence that people found hard to ignore. Kayla couldn't see how people thought this, she always just felt out of place, as if she belonged in another time in history. As a child she used to pretend that she was a medieval princess, and her knight in shining armour would ride up on a white horse to free her from the clutches of her loud, overbearing mother and indifferent father, the evil king and queen.
Nearing the train station, Kayla pulled her grey, woollen coat tighter around her, and stepped into the heated building. *I hate these damn English winters,* Kayla thought grumpily. *Give me blue skies any day!* As she made her way to the platform that her train would pull into, Kayla felt, once again, that she was being watched. She ignored it this time, as she had done so many times before. With a loud hiss, the train pulled up right on time (which was VERY unusual), and Kayla stepped into the foul- smelling train that would carry her home. She nimbly wove her way through the masses and claimed the last available seat, ahead of an overweight businessman on a cell phone.
Kayla sighed as she sank into the seat. This was her time to relax, before she had to go home and complete the household duties for her incompetent mother and father. She closed her eyes, took a calming breath, and sat bolt upright in shock. She whipped her gaze up to lock with a pair of the bluest eyes she had ever seen. They were the blue of the clearest ocean, the sky on a perfect spring morning.
The fact that this person had been staring at her since she left the shop unnerved her, but Kayla could not look away from those eyes that had mesmerized her. She stared into their depths and saw that they were not actually pure blue. They had flecks of green and gold, like the forest in autumn. She didn't know how long she stared into them until a tinny voice broke the spell. It was the announcement that the next station was her stop.
Kayla leapt to her feet, intensely aware of the fierce blush spreading over her features. She must have been staring into those fine eyes for a full twenty minutes. As she moved to exit the train, she glanced around for the owner of the eyes, but they were gone into the hustle and bustle of the departing traffic. She heaved a sigh and stepped onto the station's platform.
Hearing her stomach growl, Kayla realized that she had not eaten since her hurried breakfast that morning. She tried to ignore it but her stomach protested loudly once again, so Kayla made her way to the café, hoping she had enough money to buy something to curb her hunger. She found that she had enough to buy herself a small blueberry scone. Her hunger somewhat taken care of, she set out for home.
Darkness had long since set in over Kayla's hometown, and she never quite felt at ease alone at night. Walking along the dreary footpath, Kayla swore she heard the softest of footfalls behind her. She stopped and cocked her head slightly, and hearing nothing she set off once again. Not seconds after she started to move, the noise started again. Kayla quickened her pace slightly, hearing the footsteps quicken as well. Kayla broke out into a full out run as she realized that there was someone following her.
Tearing blindly around the corner, she did not have time to stop before crashing into a figure that was stepping into a cab. "Whoa, easy lass. You run as if the very devil was on your tail." Kayla looked to find she had crashed into the old lady who lived next door. "Miss Gisborne! I'm so sorry. I thought I heard someone following me. It must have just been the wind," Kayla apologized. "No need to apologize, Kayla dear. We all get scared from time to time," Miss Gisborne replied. "Here, why don't you share my cab? My hip is playing up today so I thought I'd have a cab ride instead of walk." "Oh, it's ok. I'm fine." Kayla felt awkward at the old lady's kind gesture. "It's no trouble. I need a companion for the journey. I get so bored in these trips."
Kayla felt the old lady's loneliness so she stepped into the cab, feeling relieved that she didn't have to walk the rest of the journey home. She shut the door behind her and settled back into the seat when she heard a thump on the window beside her. She jumped and then turned to find the owner of the piercing blue eyes yelling at the departing vehicle. "Kayla, idril. Tampa!. Melamin?" Kayla was too shocked to do anything but stare at his shrinking figure as the cab picked up speed. "Well, I never." Miss Gisborne sounded shocked.
For the rest of the trip, Kayla sat in silence, too worked up in her inner turmoil. *Oook, way weird. That guy knew my name. How did that guy know my name? Have I met him before? No, I'd remember those eyes. He must have been the one following me. Weird. Why would he have followed me? I'm no one special. But he was just so damn familiar.*
The cab pulled up outside Kayla's house, snapping her back into reality. The old lady refused to let Kayla help pay the cab's fare, so thanking the woman profusely; Kayla made her way into the house. The night went by as a blur, her mother's anger at the expensive cab ride and her father's ridicules going unheeded. Kayla just wanted to get to her room to ponder over the day's happenings. But the night was far from over and the washing up would not do itself, as her father pointed out. At last Kayla was able to escape to her room, and she stood in the middle of the cramped quarters and wondered out loud, "Who WAS that man?"
Sleep seemed impossible for Kayla that night. She found herself tossing and turning, images of those eyes seemingly burned into her memory. Unable to take the torture any longer, Kayla sat up with a groan. She snapped on her bedside lamp and gazed at herself in the mirror across the room. The mirror only served to unsettle her further, showing her crazy bed-hair and dark rings under her eyes. With a sigh, she pulled the oversized shirt that she slept in from under her arms, settling it back into place. She turned to pick up the glass of water that she kept beside her bed and she took a gulp.
Setting the glass down, she found the words that the man had shouted at the cab floating back into her head. "Kayla, idril. Tampa!. Melamin?" Kayla found herself repeating those foreign words out loud, shocked at how easily they rolled off her tongue. Repeating them a second time, she found that somehow she knew what the words meant. *Kayla, sweetheart. Stop!. My love?* With that startling revelation, Kayla felt the pull of sleep and with turning off the light she slipped into a dream filled slumber.
She was running through a seemingly endless forest, a gleaming sword gripped in her hand. The sound of metal striking metal echoed through the woods, only making Kayla run faster. She felt desperation grip her, she had to go out and help. She was needed. The trees ended abruptly and the scenes of an intense, bloody battle opened up before her. Without thinking, Kayla raised her sword and brought it down upon the monstrous creature charging at her. *Orcs!* she said. Kayla spun to intercept the blade of another and within a few simple movements she had managed to cleave its head neatly from its body. Another came at her and Kayla stumbled on a corpse, losing her footing and her concentration.
*Kayla, drop!* A voice floated over the wind and Kayla fell to the ground, just in time to see two arrows fly past her and imbed themselves into the attacking creature. Kayla leapt to her feet once more, only to have them kicked out from under her by a quick thinking attacker. As she fell, her sword flew from her grip to land out of reach. The attacking Orc lifted his mighty sword, preparing to impale it into her stomach. Suddenly a barrage of arrows pierced the Orc's chest and with a grunt it staggered on the spot.
Instead of falling backwards as the person who fired the arrows had intended, the Orc mustered the strength to grip its sword once more and fall forwards, his blade slicing into Kayla's body. She screamed in pain, and the Orc died, his huge carcass trapping Kayla between it and the ground. She heard a pain filled cry echo across the battlefield as her eyes fluttered closed. *N'UMA !!*
But it was too late. Kayla felt the body being thrown off her, and she was gathered into a pair of strong arms. She opened her eyes to look into those strange yet oddly familiar blue eyes, which were brimming with tears. *Tarenamin ,* she forced out. *Dina, melamin * The blue eyes brimmed over and Kayla felt the warm splash of tears hit her face. *I failed you, A'maelamin .* Every word was getting harder to speak. The pain from her wound was consuming her. She focused her energy on burning the image of those eyes deep into her memory. *Amin hiraetha I'm sorry.* *N'uma, Lirimaer. Lle ume quell .*
Darkness was taking a grip of Kayla but she forced herself to grind out her last painful words to the owner of those fine eyes. *Namaarie. Amin mela lle, mela en' coiamin. Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au. Amin mela lle, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood and of my heart.*
Kayla's eyes snapped open. *Whoa, what the hell kinda dream was that?* Too wired to attempt sleep again, Kayla sat up and one again snapped on her bedside lamp. She removed a notepad, her dream journal, and a pen from beside the lamp and started jotting down what she had seen. *Better write this one down before I forget it. *But somehow Kayla knew she wouldn't forget that dream. It was too vivid, too real. Almost as if it were memories being played through her head. But Kayla had never seen that forest, and had never looked into those eyes before today.
As Kayla scribbled the final words down into her journal she felt her eyelids grow heavy once more. She lay back down and closed her eyes. *Five more minutes won't hurt,* she thought drowsily before sleep claimed her once again.
She awoke a short time late to a stabbing pain in her lower back. With a small grunt, Kayla rolled enough to pull the object of discomfort from under her. Suddenly the gentle sounds of nature permeated her sleep filled brain, and Kayla sat up with a start, a sharp edged rock in hand.
"I suggest that you don't move, unless you wish for my arrow to strike your heart.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All belongs to the wonderful imagination of J.R.R Tolkien. I, however, made up Kayla and Melian.
Summary: Kayla is lost and finds that she holds the key to more than the survival of Middle Earth.
Rating: PG-13 (So far)
AUTHORS NOTE: This is set shortly after the Lord of the Rings Books. The One Ring has been destroyed and the members of the Fellowship (minus Boromir, obviously) have gone back to their ordinary lives, with the new friendships that have been formed. None of the main characters sailed to Valinor and the five Istar did not leave Middle Earth after the defeat of Sauron.
Prologue: Kayla stepped into the hustle and bustle of downtown London after a hard day's work. "Good night, Mr. Chisholm. I'll see you tomorrow," she called to the store's elderly proprietor, and started her way toward the train station. While waiting for it to become safe to cross a busy road, Kayla felt as if someone was staring at her. She turned, but she could not see through the crowds of people making their way home. Kayla shrugged it off; she often had people look at her. She was nothing spectacular, with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, and her mother told her this often, but she had a presence that people found hard to ignore. Kayla couldn't see how people thought this, she always just felt out of place, as if she belonged in another time in history. As a child she used to pretend that she was a medieval princess, and her knight in shining armour would ride up on a white horse to free her from the clutches of her loud, overbearing mother and indifferent father, the evil king and queen.
Nearing the train station, Kayla pulled her grey, woollen coat tighter around her, and stepped into the heated building. *I hate these damn English winters,* Kayla thought grumpily. *Give me blue skies any day!* As she made her way to the platform that her train would pull into, Kayla felt, once again, that she was being watched. She ignored it this time, as she had done so many times before. With a loud hiss, the train pulled up right on time (which was VERY unusual), and Kayla stepped into the foul- smelling train that would carry her home. She nimbly wove her way through the masses and claimed the last available seat, ahead of an overweight businessman on a cell phone.
Kayla sighed as she sank into the seat. This was her time to relax, before she had to go home and complete the household duties for her incompetent mother and father. She closed her eyes, took a calming breath, and sat bolt upright in shock. She whipped her gaze up to lock with a pair of the bluest eyes she had ever seen. They were the blue of the clearest ocean, the sky on a perfect spring morning.
The fact that this person had been staring at her since she left the shop unnerved her, but Kayla could not look away from those eyes that had mesmerized her. She stared into their depths and saw that they were not actually pure blue. They had flecks of green and gold, like the forest in autumn. She didn't know how long she stared into them until a tinny voice broke the spell. It was the announcement that the next station was her stop.
Kayla leapt to her feet, intensely aware of the fierce blush spreading over her features. She must have been staring into those fine eyes for a full twenty minutes. As she moved to exit the train, she glanced around for the owner of the eyes, but they were gone into the hustle and bustle of the departing traffic. She heaved a sigh and stepped onto the station's platform.
Hearing her stomach growl, Kayla realized that she had not eaten since her hurried breakfast that morning. She tried to ignore it but her stomach protested loudly once again, so Kayla made her way to the café, hoping she had enough money to buy something to curb her hunger. She found that she had enough to buy herself a small blueberry scone. Her hunger somewhat taken care of, she set out for home.
Darkness had long since set in over Kayla's hometown, and she never quite felt at ease alone at night. Walking along the dreary footpath, Kayla swore she heard the softest of footfalls behind her. She stopped and cocked her head slightly, and hearing nothing she set off once again. Not seconds after she started to move, the noise started again. Kayla quickened her pace slightly, hearing the footsteps quicken as well. Kayla broke out into a full out run as she realized that there was someone following her.
Tearing blindly around the corner, she did not have time to stop before crashing into a figure that was stepping into a cab. "Whoa, easy lass. You run as if the very devil was on your tail." Kayla looked to find she had crashed into the old lady who lived next door. "Miss Gisborne! I'm so sorry. I thought I heard someone following me. It must have just been the wind," Kayla apologized. "No need to apologize, Kayla dear. We all get scared from time to time," Miss Gisborne replied. "Here, why don't you share my cab? My hip is playing up today so I thought I'd have a cab ride instead of walk." "Oh, it's ok. I'm fine." Kayla felt awkward at the old lady's kind gesture. "It's no trouble. I need a companion for the journey. I get so bored in these trips."
Kayla felt the old lady's loneliness so she stepped into the cab, feeling relieved that she didn't have to walk the rest of the journey home. She shut the door behind her and settled back into the seat when she heard a thump on the window beside her. She jumped and then turned to find the owner of the piercing blue eyes yelling at the departing vehicle. "Kayla, idril. Tampa!. Melamin?" Kayla was too shocked to do anything but stare at his shrinking figure as the cab picked up speed. "Well, I never." Miss Gisborne sounded shocked.
For the rest of the trip, Kayla sat in silence, too worked up in her inner turmoil. *Oook, way weird. That guy knew my name. How did that guy know my name? Have I met him before? No, I'd remember those eyes. He must have been the one following me. Weird. Why would he have followed me? I'm no one special. But he was just so damn familiar.*
The cab pulled up outside Kayla's house, snapping her back into reality. The old lady refused to let Kayla help pay the cab's fare, so thanking the woman profusely; Kayla made her way into the house. The night went by as a blur, her mother's anger at the expensive cab ride and her father's ridicules going unheeded. Kayla just wanted to get to her room to ponder over the day's happenings. But the night was far from over and the washing up would not do itself, as her father pointed out. At last Kayla was able to escape to her room, and she stood in the middle of the cramped quarters and wondered out loud, "Who WAS that man?"
Sleep seemed impossible for Kayla that night. She found herself tossing and turning, images of those eyes seemingly burned into her memory. Unable to take the torture any longer, Kayla sat up with a groan. She snapped on her bedside lamp and gazed at herself in the mirror across the room. The mirror only served to unsettle her further, showing her crazy bed-hair and dark rings under her eyes. With a sigh, she pulled the oversized shirt that she slept in from under her arms, settling it back into place. She turned to pick up the glass of water that she kept beside her bed and she took a gulp.
Setting the glass down, she found the words that the man had shouted at the cab floating back into her head. "Kayla, idril. Tampa!. Melamin?" Kayla found herself repeating those foreign words out loud, shocked at how easily they rolled off her tongue. Repeating them a second time, she found that somehow she knew what the words meant. *Kayla, sweetheart. Stop!. My love?* With that startling revelation, Kayla felt the pull of sleep and with turning off the light she slipped into a dream filled slumber.
She was running through a seemingly endless forest, a gleaming sword gripped in her hand. The sound of metal striking metal echoed through the woods, only making Kayla run faster. She felt desperation grip her, she had to go out and help. She was needed. The trees ended abruptly and the scenes of an intense, bloody battle opened up before her. Without thinking, Kayla raised her sword and brought it down upon the monstrous creature charging at her. *Orcs!* she said. Kayla spun to intercept the blade of another and within a few simple movements she had managed to cleave its head neatly from its body. Another came at her and Kayla stumbled on a corpse, losing her footing and her concentration.
*Kayla, drop!* A voice floated over the wind and Kayla fell to the ground, just in time to see two arrows fly past her and imbed themselves into the attacking creature. Kayla leapt to her feet once more, only to have them kicked out from under her by a quick thinking attacker. As she fell, her sword flew from her grip to land out of reach. The attacking Orc lifted his mighty sword, preparing to impale it into her stomach. Suddenly a barrage of arrows pierced the Orc's chest and with a grunt it staggered on the spot.
Instead of falling backwards as the person who fired the arrows had intended, the Orc mustered the strength to grip its sword once more and fall forwards, his blade slicing into Kayla's body. She screamed in pain, and the Orc died, his huge carcass trapping Kayla between it and the ground. She heard a pain filled cry echo across the battlefield as her eyes fluttered closed. *N'UMA !!*
But it was too late. Kayla felt the body being thrown off her, and she was gathered into a pair of strong arms. She opened her eyes to look into those strange yet oddly familiar blue eyes, which were brimming with tears. *Tarenamin ,* she forced out. *Dina, melamin * The blue eyes brimmed over and Kayla felt the warm splash of tears hit her face. *I failed you, A'maelamin .* Every word was getting harder to speak. The pain from her wound was consuming her. She focused her energy on burning the image of those eyes deep into her memory. *Amin hiraetha I'm sorry.* *N'uma, Lirimaer. Lle ume quell .*
Darkness was taking a grip of Kayla but she forced herself to grind out her last painful words to the owner of those fine eyes. *Namaarie. Amin mela lle, mela en' coiamin. Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au. Amin mela lle, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood and of my heart.*
Kayla's eyes snapped open. *Whoa, what the hell kinda dream was that?* Too wired to attempt sleep again, Kayla sat up and one again snapped on her bedside lamp. She removed a notepad, her dream journal, and a pen from beside the lamp and started jotting down what she had seen. *Better write this one down before I forget it. *But somehow Kayla knew she wouldn't forget that dream. It was too vivid, too real. Almost as if it were memories being played through her head. But Kayla had never seen that forest, and had never looked into those eyes before today.
As Kayla scribbled the final words down into her journal she felt her eyelids grow heavy once more. She lay back down and closed her eyes. *Five more minutes won't hurt,* she thought drowsily before sleep claimed her once again.
She awoke a short time late to a stabbing pain in her lower back. With a small grunt, Kayla rolled enough to pull the object of discomfort from under her. Suddenly the gentle sounds of nature permeated her sleep filled brain, and Kayla sat up with a start, a sharp edged rock in hand.
"I suggest that you don't move, unless you wish for my arrow to strike your heart.