AN: Hey, this is a pathetic excuse of a fanfic compared to some of the ones
out there, I'm trying, right? Anyway, please take the time to read it,
because I'd like to see what other people think, in the words of Mr.
Springer, my cool (and slightly ecentric) band director, we are our worst
critics….actually, someone else probably said that first, but I don't know
who, and he says it all the time, so now it's his qoute…Anyway, go ahead
and read my story!
Disclaimer: Oh, whay must I bother to do this? Everyone should know from the sucky quality of my story that I do not pretend to own the characters from Lord of the Rings….though versions of them live in my head and tell me how to write the story….anyway, anyone you recognize from Tolkein is not mine, the only things that are mine are Ania, Gabby, the fact that elves can be small, the 'plot' (if you could call it that), and unfortunately the servant who acts like she has a thorn up her ass…. SO DON'T SUE ME! Um…please…
Ania Greenleaf looked out her window at the sky above Mirkwood and smiled. She could tell it was going to be a great day! But she somehow felt that her elation had to do with something different than the clear blue of the sky after a beautiful sunrise.
Shrugging, she undid the buttons of her nightdress and pulled it off, slipping a dark green gown over her head. It was made of a silky material and the skirts swung as she moved. Looking at herself in the mirror and spinning around, she thought (and not for the first time) how much she loved being a princess, despite all the duties and such. And a special princess at that, she reminded herself. All her clothes were specially made to fit her form, and also her exact taste, for she was a very different elf. She had come across the gene that was passed down inactively for years through certain elf families and tried to think of it as more blessing than curse. Elves with this gene, even though they are 100% elf blood are quite small, she herself being at only around three feet and one half inch tall! Of course her family and people loved her, but it could be annoying sometimes, the only one who can't climb to the back of a horse with out assistance!
Ania's thought of happiness were broken when a head popped into her room. A pair of hazel eyes peered at her and slightly tousled black hair fell around them. "Finally awake, are we, Gabriella?" she asked, and laughed. Gabriella Shaine was her best friend, and was considered slightly mad by most of the people of Mirkwood.
"Yes, because I, unlike some stuck up elves I know, like to sleep with both eyelids touching thank you very much." Said Gabby, stepping into the room. I had not mentioned it. One of the reasons the elves though her a bit odd was the fact that she slept deeply, for long periods of time, with both eyes shut, and disliked to be woken until the sun was at least half way into the sky. Part of it might be because her father was a human, but they still thought it was strange.
She giggled. "Now, braid my hair before your brother sees me!" she said, sitting at the chair in front of Ania's mirror, and looking at herself. Ani rolled her eyes, but started to braid small sections of her friends black hair, after running an ivory comb through it.
"You do know," Ani said, bobbing about Gabriella as she braided and pinned up her friend's hair, "that my brother is away on a quest, and hasn't been home for months."
"Yes, I know, and by the way, that's enough, my hair looks great now," said Gabby, getting up and looking in the mirror. "But he could drop in for a visit any time, and I would like to be prepared. Did I ever mention how lucky you are to have a mirror in your room?"
"Actually, you've mentioned it many, many times." Said Ania, laughing. "It is because I am the daughter of Thranduil and you are a daughter of one of my mother's maidens."
Gabby tried to hit her, but she ducked out of the way, giggling like 16 year olds. They were still considered teenagers by elf standards, and didn't looks a day older than 20. "Excuse my, milady, and, er, Gabriel," said a servant, poking her head in the door. Ani gave a fake cough that sounded like 'uh', but looking intently at the person. "The greatest news is spreading around town like wildfire! The Prince Legolas has returned, along with eight others from foreign lands! I would not have believed it if I hadn't spotted them myself!"
The princess's smile grew wider and wider by the second and soon she was grinning so much it appeared painful. Gabriella's mouth hung open, then she started screaming to Ania, "What did I tell you? I told you he was! I told you!"
The servant gave her an odd look and stalked off. "Oh Gabby, I knew today would be a wonderful day, I just did! But I never imagined this wonderful! My brother returning!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her friend's stomach, not being able to reach her neck, being around 2 feet shorter.
As eight people approached the palace in Mirkwood, a small blond figure rushed through the doors and leaped into the arms of Legolas. "Ani!" he said happily, and swung the girl around.
"Legolas, it's great to see you again!" said the girl, jumping down and grinning. The first thing that came to Frodo Baggin's mind was an elf child, but looking at her more closely, the curves underneath her fitted dress proved otherwise. But she was only around 3 feet tall, how could she be a full-grown elf maiden. Frodo shrugged, but his gaze was still drawn to her.
She must have felt eyes on her, because she turned to the rest of them, he golden braids swinging as her head turned. "Brother, you have to introduce me to these people! But first, we shall go inside and have a meal, for you must be terribly weary after a long journey!"
She turned and led them into the Palace, through halls, and they came to a small room with a large polished wooden table in the middle and a fire crackling merrily in a corner hearth. "I suppose you would like the Great Hall better, but Father has a council there at the moment and wishes not to be disturbed." She said, and smiled. "I will go prepare food and drink. While I'm gone, sit down, and make yourself comfortable. You are all welcome in this house."
She turned on her heel and walked down a corridor and for a short time they listened to the soft patter of her steps on the stone floor echo and fade away. "She certainly has a bit of energy." Said Gimli, raising an eyebrow at Legolas.
"My younger sister, Ania Greenleaf, Princess of Mirkwood." Said Legolas, smiling. "And her energy comes from being young, much younger than I."
"How old is she?" asked Frodo. He felt a certain interest in the girl, Ania, and she was unlike any other elf he had ever seen.
"One hundred and fifty, which is quite young for one of us. Around 19 in human standards, and 28 in hobbit years." Legolas smiled strangely at Frodo, " not out of your range, I presume, Mr. Baggins."
"What?" exclaimed Frodo, embarrassed. "You can't be suggesting that I would be…attracted to…a child!"
Merry laughed as color rapidly rose to Frodo's face. "She is hardly a child from what I have noticed, and I'm positive you have also, the way you were gaping at her!"
"I was not gaping at her! I was surprised, so I was looking at her!" Frodo yelled, his usually milk white face turning an even deeper red. He then flushed when he noticed that Ania had been standing at the door, listening to part of the conversation. Giving him a strange look, she set a bowl of soup and a plate of bread in front of each man, and one at the a chair at one end of the table. She set a crystal goblet in front of each and filled in with wine (even her own) and sat down.
"Now, Legolas, tell me about these good people!" she said, smiling down the table at her brother.
"Alright, there is myself, and Gimli the Dwarf, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Boromir of Gondor, Merry, Pippin, Sam, and Frodo." He said, pointing to each in turn.
"Welcome to Mirkwood, all of you! I am Ania Greenleaf, and yes, I you wondered," she said, raising an eyebrow, "I am an elf, there is no other blood in my veins."
"Ani?" said a voice, and Gabby's head poked in the doorway. Would you mind terribly if I joined you?"
Ania smiled, and got up. "Of course not, Gabriella, have a seat, I will get you soup and wine."
She ladled more soup into a bowl, grabbed a plate of bread, poured another glass of wine, and set them down in front of Gabriella. "This is my friend, the Lady Gabriella of Mirkwood, and Gabby, these are, well, I haven't memorized all your names yet, so if you would forgive me, could you tell her?"
Each of the eight gave Gabriella their name (except Legolas). Ani stifled a giggle when she noticed her brother staring at Gabby. So her friend's love was unrequited after all! But mine could be… said a voice in the back of her head. She did seem to feel herself falling for this Frodo person, Baggins was his last name, she thought. Yes, Frodo Baggins. He did have something about him…
She looked over at him and smiled. He had curly dark brown hair and big innocent sapphire blue eyes. He definitely was good looking, yes, very handsome… she thought… But he couldn't like you…
There was that little nagging voice again! You would happen to be over 100 years older than he is…
Trying to shake off the feeling, she got up, and announced that she would be going for a walk n the gardens. "If any of you wish to join me," she said, and she looked at each of them in turn, Frodo last, and her eyes lingered on him, "I am sure Legolas will show you they way, won't you, brother?"
"Yes, of course!" said Legolas. "Find me later, Ani! I have much to share with you, and a gift."
She smiled warmly. "I look forward to hear of all your adventures!" she said, and then turned. "Farewell for now!"
And with that she walked away, and they listened in silence as her footsteps echoed into the distance again…
A/N: Ok, that's the first chapter, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! I like reviews! Any flames will be used to cook marshmallows….
Disclaimer: Oh, whay must I bother to do this? Everyone should know from the sucky quality of my story that I do not pretend to own the characters from Lord of the Rings….though versions of them live in my head and tell me how to write the story….anyway, anyone you recognize from Tolkein is not mine, the only things that are mine are Ania, Gabby, the fact that elves can be small, the 'plot' (if you could call it that), and unfortunately the servant who acts like she has a thorn up her ass…. SO DON'T SUE ME! Um…please…
Ania Greenleaf looked out her window at the sky above Mirkwood and smiled. She could tell it was going to be a great day! But she somehow felt that her elation had to do with something different than the clear blue of the sky after a beautiful sunrise.
Shrugging, she undid the buttons of her nightdress and pulled it off, slipping a dark green gown over her head. It was made of a silky material and the skirts swung as she moved. Looking at herself in the mirror and spinning around, she thought (and not for the first time) how much she loved being a princess, despite all the duties and such. And a special princess at that, she reminded herself. All her clothes were specially made to fit her form, and also her exact taste, for she was a very different elf. She had come across the gene that was passed down inactively for years through certain elf families and tried to think of it as more blessing than curse. Elves with this gene, even though they are 100% elf blood are quite small, she herself being at only around three feet and one half inch tall! Of course her family and people loved her, but it could be annoying sometimes, the only one who can't climb to the back of a horse with out assistance!
Ania's thought of happiness were broken when a head popped into her room. A pair of hazel eyes peered at her and slightly tousled black hair fell around them. "Finally awake, are we, Gabriella?" she asked, and laughed. Gabriella Shaine was her best friend, and was considered slightly mad by most of the people of Mirkwood.
"Yes, because I, unlike some stuck up elves I know, like to sleep with both eyelids touching thank you very much." Said Gabby, stepping into the room. I had not mentioned it. One of the reasons the elves though her a bit odd was the fact that she slept deeply, for long periods of time, with both eyes shut, and disliked to be woken until the sun was at least half way into the sky. Part of it might be because her father was a human, but they still thought it was strange.
She giggled. "Now, braid my hair before your brother sees me!" she said, sitting at the chair in front of Ania's mirror, and looking at herself. Ani rolled her eyes, but started to braid small sections of her friends black hair, after running an ivory comb through it.
"You do know," Ani said, bobbing about Gabriella as she braided and pinned up her friend's hair, "that my brother is away on a quest, and hasn't been home for months."
"Yes, I know, and by the way, that's enough, my hair looks great now," said Gabby, getting up and looking in the mirror. "But he could drop in for a visit any time, and I would like to be prepared. Did I ever mention how lucky you are to have a mirror in your room?"
"Actually, you've mentioned it many, many times." Said Ania, laughing. "It is because I am the daughter of Thranduil and you are a daughter of one of my mother's maidens."
Gabby tried to hit her, but she ducked out of the way, giggling like 16 year olds. They were still considered teenagers by elf standards, and didn't looks a day older than 20. "Excuse my, milady, and, er, Gabriel," said a servant, poking her head in the door. Ani gave a fake cough that sounded like 'uh', but looking intently at the person. "The greatest news is spreading around town like wildfire! The Prince Legolas has returned, along with eight others from foreign lands! I would not have believed it if I hadn't spotted them myself!"
The princess's smile grew wider and wider by the second and soon she was grinning so much it appeared painful. Gabriella's mouth hung open, then she started screaming to Ania, "What did I tell you? I told you he was! I told you!"
The servant gave her an odd look and stalked off. "Oh Gabby, I knew today would be a wonderful day, I just did! But I never imagined this wonderful! My brother returning!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her friend's stomach, not being able to reach her neck, being around 2 feet shorter.
As eight people approached the palace in Mirkwood, a small blond figure rushed through the doors and leaped into the arms of Legolas. "Ani!" he said happily, and swung the girl around.
"Legolas, it's great to see you again!" said the girl, jumping down and grinning. The first thing that came to Frodo Baggin's mind was an elf child, but looking at her more closely, the curves underneath her fitted dress proved otherwise. But she was only around 3 feet tall, how could she be a full-grown elf maiden. Frodo shrugged, but his gaze was still drawn to her.
She must have felt eyes on her, because she turned to the rest of them, he golden braids swinging as her head turned. "Brother, you have to introduce me to these people! But first, we shall go inside and have a meal, for you must be terribly weary after a long journey!"
She turned and led them into the Palace, through halls, and they came to a small room with a large polished wooden table in the middle and a fire crackling merrily in a corner hearth. "I suppose you would like the Great Hall better, but Father has a council there at the moment and wishes not to be disturbed." She said, and smiled. "I will go prepare food and drink. While I'm gone, sit down, and make yourself comfortable. You are all welcome in this house."
She turned on her heel and walked down a corridor and for a short time they listened to the soft patter of her steps on the stone floor echo and fade away. "She certainly has a bit of energy." Said Gimli, raising an eyebrow at Legolas.
"My younger sister, Ania Greenleaf, Princess of Mirkwood." Said Legolas, smiling. "And her energy comes from being young, much younger than I."
"How old is she?" asked Frodo. He felt a certain interest in the girl, Ania, and she was unlike any other elf he had ever seen.
"One hundred and fifty, which is quite young for one of us. Around 19 in human standards, and 28 in hobbit years." Legolas smiled strangely at Frodo, " not out of your range, I presume, Mr. Baggins."
"What?" exclaimed Frodo, embarrassed. "You can't be suggesting that I would be…attracted to…a child!"
Merry laughed as color rapidly rose to Frodo's face. "She is hardly a child from what I have noticed, and I'm positive you have also, the way you were gaping at her!"
"I was not gaping at her! I was surprised, so I was looking at her!" Frodo yelled, his usually milk white face turning an even deeper red. He then flushed when he noticed that Ania had been standing at the door, listening to part of the conversation. Giving him a strange look, she set a bowl of soup and a plate of bread in front of each man, and one at the a chair at one end of the table. She set a crystal goblet in front of each and filled in with wine (even her own) and sat down.
"Now, Legolas, tell me about these good people!" she said, smiling down the table at her brother.
"Alright, there is myself, and Gimli the Dwarf, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Boromir of Gondor, Merry, Pippin, Sam, and Frodo." He said, pointing to each in turn.
"Welcome to Mirkwood, all of you! I am Ania Greenleaf, and yes, I you wondered," she said, raising an eyebrow, "I am an elf, there is no other blood in my veins."
"Ani?" said a voice, and Gabby's head poked in the doorway. Would you mind terribly if I joined you?"
Ania smiled, and got up. "Of course not, Gabriella, have a seat, I will get you soup and wine."
She ladled more soup into a bowl, grabbed a plate of bread, poured another glass of wine, and set them down in front of Gabriella. "This is my friend, the Lady Gabriella of Mirkwood, and Gabby, these are, well, I haven't memorized all your names yet, so if you would forgive me, could you tell her?"
Each of the eight gave Gabriella their name (except Legolas). Ani stifled a giggle when she noticed her brother staring at Gabby. So her friend's love was unrequited after all! But mine could be… said a voice in the back of her head. She did seem to feel herself falling for this Frodo person, Baggins was his last name, she thought. Yes, Frodo Baggins. He did have something about him…
She looked over at him and smiled. He had curly dark brown hair and big innocent sapphire blue eyes. He definitely was good looking, yes, very handsome… she thought… But he couldn't like you…
There was that little nagging voice again! You would happen to be over 100 years older than he is…
Trying to shake off the feeling, she got up, and announced that she would be going for a walk n the gardens. "If any of you wish to join me," she said, and she looked at each of them in turn, Frodo last, and her eyes lingered on him, "I am sure Legolas will show you they way, won't you, brother?"
"Yes, of course!" said Legolas. "Find me later, Ani! I have much to share with you, and a gift."
She smiled warmly. "I look forward to hear of all your adventures!" she said, and then turned. "Farewell for now!"
And with that she walked away, and they listened in silence as her footsteps echoed into the distance again…
A/N: Ok, that's the first chapter, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! I like reviews! Any flames will be used to cook marshmallows….