THE DAYSTAR
BY: GABRIELLA THE FAIR
Chapter 1
THE SEARCH BEGINS
"What was she like, how would you explain her?" With a faraway smile, he looked up to the sky and answered, "She was the Daystar, lighting up the day during our darkest hour, warming the earth with her love." "She is as clear as the moon, as fair as the sun, and as glorious as an army under one banner"
To most she was a loving friend, her fairness lighting up the world, no matter what the weather. To some a companion, and one a lover and dream. Yet, many feared her dignity in her footsteps, power in her stride, and authority in her eyes. This is her story.
"Gilwen, please come here!" "I'm coming, just one moment!" with that, she ran into the room, her hair flying behind her. Arwen glanced up from her packing, and looked Gilwen over. At first glance, she looks like your average Elf, with her sharp features in pale skin. Yet, if you look again, you will notice she is very different, in more ways than one. First, you would notice her long, golden hair, with silver streaks running through it. Then, you would see her eyes. Her eyes were a rich green, deep with knowledge, taking in everything around her. Next, you would recognize not something of her appearance, but rather what she wore. Around her neck was a necklace made of mithril. In it were gems and jewels of all colours woven into the mithril, catching the eyes of many people. The last thing is the quiver and bow connected to her back. Around her waist was her sword, Sunstone, and attached to her quiver were her Elvish throwing knives. Many look at her in disgust, for not many women, let alone servants were allowed to learn and carry weapons, but she was the exception. With all the war in Middle Earth, her job was to protect Arwen, going everywhere with her. She was even taught extensively in horseback. "Arwen, Arwen!" "Oh, sorry, did you say something?"
"Yes, I did." Gilwen put down the lembas she was wrapping, "Please don't call me Gilwen, my name is Raquel."
Arwen only nodded to this, she had heard this many times.
"So you really are doing this, aren't you?" Raquel said, smiling at Arwen fondly.
"Yes, I am, why do you ask? Are you going to tell Father?" Arwen asked.
"No, that would be very dishonorable." she sighed and continued, "Arwen, can I please come with you?"
"Why would I let you do that?"
"I have many reasons", she retorted, turning toward Arwen, "one, you cannot go out alone, or it is my head," she said ticking them off on her fingers as she talked, "two, it is very dangerous out there," she said with a shudder, "and I know how to heal, and three, I am a better tracker than you." she finished with a smile.
Arwen looked away, she knew if she went, her father would definitely talk to Raquel, and she did not want to risk honest Raquel with him. She also knew about all the Orcs and Nazgul out there, and with them it didn't hurt to have two instead of one. Raquel could heal her, since Lord Elrond had taught everything he knew to her, and though Arwen would never admit it, Raquel was a better tracker.
"Oh, fine, you can come, but please do not tell Father!"
Raquel got up and started to walk out of the room. "Now why would I do that?" she smiled and left, singing as she went. ~~~~~~~~
"Raquel is that you?" Arwen called softly into the dark in front of her, Asfaloth stamping nervously next to her.
"Good, you could not hear her footfalls", she said quietly waving a hand at her horse, "but you did tell me to meet you here, did you not?"
Arwen watched as Raquel appeared in the gloom. She was leading her own horse, Thalionfëa, or better known as Artemis. Arwen reached out her hand to let Artemis smell her, though she got a snap in return.
"Artemis, stop it, show some respect." Raquel said sternly.
Though Artemis was a strong and beautiful mare, she had a mean attitude. The only person she would let ride or even touch her is Raquel, for she breed and raised Artemis.
"Do you have your weapons?" Raquel asked, but Arwen rose her hand and shook her head.
Walking by were two men obviously dressed as guards. Arwen and Raquel sat silently, waiting for them to pass. With the bang of the guardhouse door, silence fell over Rivendell.
"Now is our chance, lets go!"
Raquel and Arwen both mounted and rode out of Rivendell, not making a sound, even to the Elven ear.
Once far enough out, they started to talk again.
"We actually made it, no one heard us, that was a very good idea Raquel!"
Raquel looked down "Thank you, Arwen"
Arwen sighed, she hated it when people treated her differently, especially Raquel, since they had been best friends since Arwen could remember.
"Please, don't do that Raquel, we're gone, you can treat me like you always do".
"I really mean it though", Raquel said, turning Artemis and started to run.
Inwardly Arwen groaned, for she knew it would be close to impossible to catch up with Raquel and Artemis, but she would try anyway. Turning Asfaloth, she rode in pursuit, their laughter sounding in the fields. Overhead, the laughter reached the black figures watching them, waiting patiently. So how was it? Hoped you liked it. Sorry, it was kinda slow, I promise it'll speed up. More to come! Next chapter, Arwen and Raquel continue the search and talk. Anywho, tell me how you liked it. What do you think will happen? Tell me! (Though I probably won't use it) ALL R&R WANTED! Thanx for reading- *~*~*Gabi*~*~*
I wrote a little Author's Note, so if you feel like reading it, go ahead.
Hey everyone! I created this story to focus on my favorite character, Legolas, in The Lord of the Rings, though it does focus on the other character I created, Raquel. I have read the trilogy, I think, eight or nine times and have always enjoyed the characters (especially the elves). I have seen the movie four times and going again to make five. If you see any mistakes, please tell me. CHECK YOUR RESOURCES before you correct me, though. I have done extensive research and have even participated in a class about LOTR. Even as I write this I have the books next to me. I have created a new character in this story, Raquel. In this fanfic I do NOT intend to write one of those stupid and corny fanfics about putting a girl into the fellowship. This is just what I have created for enjoyment. Also, ALL input is welcomed. It can be corrections, comments, praises, or anything you can think of. Everything is highly appreciated. (Please note that this is my first fanfic, so please don't be too harsh!) I would also like to thank everyone that made this possible. Catherine, thanks for listening, dreaming, imagining, and helping me all the way through, I couldn't think of a better friend, Dad, for reading LOTR to me, inspiring, and supporting me, I love you, Candis, for sharing your obsession with me, I always have to think of you as I write this, all the junior high girls at Grace Church, you have been great friends, Orlando Bloom, even if you don't read this, thanks for doing such a great job at making Legolas and The Lord of the Rings so real, you didn't miss a thing, Peter Jackson, you are the lord of the rings (other the Tolkien himself) and of course, J.R.R. Tolkien, I know you can't read this, but thanks for writing LOTR, I want to write just like you when I grow up, and, finally, to all the people that review this fanfic, I hope you enjoy it, it was made just for you.
Yours,
*~*~*Gabi*~*~*
PS-There are some quotes from The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring movie in my fic. I am not plagiarizing, I gave credit to the right people, so please don't sue me.
Chapter 1
THE SEARCH BEGINS
"What was she like, how would you explain her?" With a faraway smile, he looked up to the sky and answered, "She was the Daystar, lighting up the day during our darkest hour, warming the earth with her love." "She is as clear as the moon, as fair as the sun, and as glorious as an army under one banner"
To most she was a loving friend, her fairness lighting up the world, no matter what the weather. To some a companion, and one a lover and dream. Yet, many feared her dignity in her footsteps, power in her stride, and authority in her eyes. This is her story.
"Gilwen, please come here!" "I'm coming, just one moment!" with that, she ran into the room, her hair flying behind her. Arwen glanced up from her packing, and looked Gilwen over. At first glance, she looks like your average Elf, with her sharp features in pale skin. Yet, if you look again, you will notice she is very different, in more ways than one. First, you would notice her long, golden hair, with silver streaks running through it. Then, you would see her eyes. Her eyes were a rich green, deep with knowledge, taking in everything around her. Next, you would recognize not something of her appearance, but rather what she wore. Around her neck was a necklace made of mithril. In it were gems and jewels of all colours woven into the mithril, catching the eyes of many people. The last thing is the quiver and bow connected to her back. Around her waist was her sword, Sunstone, and attached to her quiver were her Elvish throwing knives. Many look at her in disgust, for not many women, let alone servants were allowed to learn and carry weapons, but she was the exception. With all the war in Middle Earth, her job was to protect Arwen, going everywhere with her. She was even taught extensively in horseback. "Arwen, Arwen!" "Oh, sorry, did you say something?"
"Yes, I did." Gilwen put down the lembas she was wrapping, "Please don't call me Gilwen, my name is Raquel."
Arwen only nodded to this, she had heard this many times.
"So you really are doing this, aren't you?" Raquel said, smiling at Arwen fondly.
"Yes, I am, why do you ask? Are you going to tell Father?" Arwen asked.
"No, that would be very dishonorable." she sighed and continued, "Arwen, can I please come with you?"
"Why would I let you do that?"
"I have many reasons", she retorted, turning toward Arwen, "one, you cannot go out alone, or it is my head," she said ticking them off on her fingers as she talked, "two, it is very dangerous out there," she said with a shudder, "and I know how to heal, and three, I am a better tracker than you." she finished with a smile.
Arwen looked away, she knew if she went, her father would definitely talk to Raquel, and she did not want to risk honest Raquel with him. She also knew about all the Orcs and Nazgul out there, and with them it didn't hurt to have two instead of one. Raquel could heal her, since Lord Elrond had taught everything he knew to her, and though Arwen would never admit it, Raquel was a better tracker.
"Oh, fine, you can come, but please do not tell Father!"
Raquel got up and started to walk out of the room. "Now why would I do that?" she smiled and left, singing as she went. ~~~~~~~~
"Raquel is that you?" Arwen called softly into the dark in front of her, Asfaloth stamping nervously next to her.
"Good, you could not hear her footfalls", she said quietly waving a hand at her horse, "but you did tell me to meet you here, did you not?"
Arwen watched as Raquel appeared in the gloom. She was leading her own horse, Thalionfëa, or better known as Artemis. Arwen reached out her hand to let Artemis smell her, though she got a snap in return.
"Artemis, stop it, show some respect." Raquel said sternly.
Though Artemis was a strong and beautiful mare, she had a mean attitude. The only person she would let ride or even touch her is Raquel, for she breed and raised Artemis.
"Do you have your weapons?" Raquel asked, but Arwen rose her hand and shook her head.
Walking by were two men obviously dressed as guards. Arwen and Raquel sat silently, waiting for them to pass. With the bang of the guardhouse door, silence fell over Rivendell.
"Now is our chance, lets go!"
Raquel and Arwen both mounted and rode out of Rivendell, not making a sound, even to the Elven ear.
Once far enough out, they started to talk again.
"We actually made it, no one heard us, that was a very good idea Raquel!"
Raquel looked down "Thank you, Arwen"
Arwen sighed, she hated it when people treated her differently, especially Raquel, since they had been best friends since Arwen could remember.
"Please, don't do that Raquel, we're gone, you can treat me like you always do".
"I really mean it though", Raquel said, turning Artemis and started to run.
Inwardly Arwen groaned, for she knew it would be close to impossible to catch up with Raquel and Artemis, but she would try anyway. Turning Asfaloth, she rode in pursuit, their laughter sounding in the fields. Overhead, the laughter reached the black figures watching them, waiting patiently. So how was it? Hoped you liked it. Sorry, it was kinda slow, I promise it'll speed up. More to come! Next chapter, Arwen and Raquel continue the search and talk. Anywho, tell me how you liked it. What do you think will happen? Tell me! (Though I probably won't use it) ALL R&R WANTED! Thanx for reading- *~*~*Gabi*~*~*
I wrote a little Author's Note, so if you feel like reading it, go ahead.
Hey everyone! I created this story to focus on my favorite character, Legolas, in The Lord of the Rings, though it does focus on the other character I created, Raquel. I have read the trilogy, I think, eight or nine times and have always enjoyed the characters (especially the elves). I have seen the movie four times and going again to make five. If you see any mistakes, please tell me. CHECK YOUR RESOURCES before you correct me, though. I have done extensive research and have even participated in a class about LOTR. Even as I write this I have the books next to me. I have created a new character in this story, Raquel. In this fanfic I do NOT intend to write one of those stupid and corny fanfics about putting a girl into the fellowship. This is just what I have created for enjoyment. Also, ALL input is welcomed. It can be corrections, comments, praises, or anything you can think of. Everything is highly appreciated. (Please note that this is my first fanfic, so please don't be too harsh!) I would also like to thank everyone that made this possible. Catherine, thanks for listening, dreaming, imagining, and helping me all the way through, I couldn't think of a better friend, Dad, for reading LOTR to me, inspiring, and supporting me, I love you, Candis, for sharing your obsession with me, I always have to think of you as I write this, all the junior high girls at Grace Church, you have been great friends, Orlando Bloom, even if you don't read this, thanks for doing such a great job at making Legolas and The Lord of the Rings so real, you didn't miss a thing, Peter Jackson, you are the lord of the rings (other the Tolkien himself) and of course, J.R.R. Tolkien, I know you can't read this, but thanks for writing LOTR, I want to write just like you when I grow up, and, finally, to all the people that review this fanfic, I hope you enjoy it, it was made just for you.
Yours,
*~*~*Gabi*~*~*
PS-There are some quotes from The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring movie in my fic. I am not plagiarizing, I gave credit to the right people, so please don't sue me.