Disclaimer: Everyone you have never heard of I own, the rest belongs to
Tolkin, waves the angry fist in Tolkin's direction I'm not an elf hater!
but this story will be anti elf/dwarf/man/hobbit ect. for a while. And for
the record I have been working on this story BEFORE I saw Princess
Mononoke, if there is a respebelence between Kinolo and San it makes me
very happy because San was the most kick-ass wicked girl Miyazaki has ever
created!
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The rain poured, the lightning flashed, and the thunder echoed across the gray sky. A generally miserable day that kept everyone in doors. Dispite the gloomy weather outside, inside the pub was nothing less than a joyous atmosphere as men drank to memories of a victorious battle and to the friends and family members who died along the way. Off-key singing and contests to see who can drink the most pints before falling over were common, as well as flirting with the single women who tended to either work in the bar or just liked to company of men.
Festivities came to a halt however, when a strange hooded figure entered, soaked to the bone. It wasn't new to have travelers but it was uncommon. Everyone stared at the being, larger than a dwarf but smaller then most men, walked up the counter and removed the black cape. There was even more awe that the figure was a woman, but it was hard to tell what was so awing about her: the fact that a woman was traveling alone or her strange outlandish clothing of bright orange and yellow that hung loosely and didn't leave much to the imagination.
She wasn't beautiful, rather scrawny and her tangled, greasy red hair fell past her back. Her eyes were a mixture of colours not common to these people. She might have looked better if she kept herself clean and if her face wasn't covered in scratches. Even a smile would have made her look better; but she wore a cold emotionless stare as she always did.
"Do you have a room for me to rest for the night?" The strange girl asked bluntly.
The owner of the pub/inn, could easily tell by her strait forward tone she was not one to anger. Still she was a girl, a young one at that, "Aye we have rooms but can ye afford it M'lady?"
She pulled a strange pouch from her side and emptied it. Six odd coins fell out. The innkeeper picked them up, not really sure where they were from all he knew was that they were solid gold. he looked down at the strange girl's nearly intimidating gaze, "Three for the room and a drink, two to keep yer mouth shut, and one for you to never call me M'Lady again."
The Innkeeper nodded, feeling that he got the better end of the deal. 'Solid gold!' he mused to himself, 'Six of them! they must be worth a good bit, maybe I can get some fine elfin wine, or maybe better help than these wenches.' He put the coins in a hidden drawer under the counter and grinned, "What'll ye be drinkin?"
"Ale, not a pint just a glass," She spoke sounder rather inpatient, and a little nervous at the fact that people were still staring at her. But the Innkeeper poured her glass and she left to sit in a dark corner far from the warm fire. Soon people quickly got over their curiosity of the girl who was obviously and outlander and went back to their own activities.
The outlander kept to herself, no one bothered to socialize with her and she was quite content with that. Only when the crowd of flirtatious women and drunken men started to die down did she walk up and ask one of the drunkards for a map of middle earth. Instead of hiding in her corner she sat at a table looking over the map with a dim candle light. If people tried to start up a conversation by asking questions such as, "where are you from," she would simply answer "east." So they figured she would be from Minas Tirith, but then speculations would arise,
"Is that what they're wearing in the east?"
"Her clothes are more outrageous than what the elves!"
"What about Mordor that's east too"
"Mordor? You idiot!"
"Farther than Mordor! there are men in the east.... though I haven't seen what they wear"
"I've seen 'em and she don look like 'em.... They look more like dwarfs except... not dwarf sized"
"Well maybe she knows some, or maybe she got kidnapped and was living with them until she ran away and now is on a quest to find her family"
"Maybe you are a poetic fool"
"Well ask her if she's been past Mordor"
"You ask her, I don't want to go near her"
"What afraid of a girl?"
"If she's from past Mordor, far from the east then yea! Who knows what dark powers she has.... and she doesn't look too friendly either, like the type who could kill a man in his dreams"
"Well then I'll ask her"
"I'm afraid you'll have to ask her tomorrow boys," One of the workers chirped in. "That girl's off to bed and doesn't want to be disturbed" The small crowd of men turned to where the girl was gone and all that was left was her glass.
Up in her room, the outlander sat at a desk looking over the map trying to find the fastest way west. She did not care for the safest way, nor any path that would lead her to any more men. She did not trust them, nor dwarfs or elves for that matter. Orcs, shoot first questions later; same for goblins. For the most of it, she would rather not run into anyone or any beast unless it was absolutely necessary.
She glanced over at the bed; lumpy and probably flea infested, but tempting none-the-less. 'Now is not the time for pleasurable rests,' she shook the thought out of her head and looked out the window to see the last of the men and women leave, followed by the workers, then with the sound of the Innkeeper locking the door she grabbed her black cloak and waited by her door for her cue.
The Innkeeper, who was rather poarkish, could be heard anywhere in the town when he walked up the stairs. Still, even after he passed the young girls room and retired to his own chambers, she did not make any movement. Around an hour after the Innkeeper went to sleep, she slipped out of her room quickly getting down the stairs making as little noise as possible. She grabbed an odd brown and orange cloth she used as a fashion belt, seeing as it had no use other than little buttons which she seemed to use to carry smaller sacks of food or trading goods. With a quick flick of her wrists, the cloth unraveled into a larger sack, small enough to carry on her back and large enough to store up to at least half her weight.
The girl hopped behind the bar counter filling her sack with some of the better glasses, shiny silvers, and whatever was of good value. Then, with a sharp piece of chicken bone, began to pick the lock of the innkeepers "secret drawer" always listening for the sound of the owner coming. When it was open her eyes set on some of the finest treasures any man in this small, dismal town would ever see. Being an Innkeeper has it rewards after all. She snatched everything including the six coins she gave earlier that evening and closed the sack.
She placed her plunder on her back and hid herself well with the cloak, the girl was not stupid and knew that if she went through the front door, the innkeeper would be bound to know what with the bell hanging over the jingles whenever someone enters or exits. With that in mind she headed back for her room and ripped all the dirty white sheets off the bed, cutting it with the dagger in her boot and tying the strips together. She paused for a moment and looked over at a warm blue woolen blanket and with a second thought took the sack off again and crammed the blanket in. Seeing how there was no more need to stay here, the thief rolled her map up and shoved it between her and a more useful orange utility belt, then tied the sheet rope to the bedpost and squeezed though the bars blocking the window.
Down she went, repelling off the wooden wall damp with rain and rather slippery. Quickly and silently, the thief ran to the nearest stable looking for a sufficient horse. She decided on a large tanned stallion and led it out into the darkness where she straddled the beast and kicked his sides to get him moving. The gate guard opened the door for him after she told a tale that her father was dying and that he requested her presence before he passed away, and that she would forever regret it if she came to her fathers side only to find she was too late. He bought the bate and the door was opened, she was free to get away with her crime.
'They'll be looking for me tomorrow,' The girl thought as she concentrated on staying north of the patch of mountains. Their names she didn't know, all she knew was she had to travel along them to get and she'll find another patch of mountains going north. 'Stay close to the mountains.. men are stupid, they shouldn't find me to easily.' She kicked the horse harder making it gallop, pushing it to it's limits as she tried to get a good deal of distance between her and the town. The sun would be rising in a good few hours and she would have to rest in the hiding spot she made earlier, which meant she would have to lose the horse.
They soon came across a small patch of forest at the base of one of the mountains, sticking out of it was a tree which had long been dead. It's large, twisted branches and dark, burnt bark made it look like something out of a child's nightmare. The outlander, moved to stand on the horses back then took a deep breath and jumped off rolling on the dead grass until she came to a stop. The horse stopped as well seeing the rider falling, it stood loyally waiting for the girl to mount again. The girl was touched by the well trained horse, but knew she could not keep it. She led it so that it was facing south east, back to its home and slapped it hard above it's hind leg so that it would run, "You go home now," she shouted to the horse. "You'll end up getting shot with an arrow if you stick around me."
The girl hugged herself under her black cloak as she watched the stallion disappear, then grudgingly, went to the large dead tree. She brushed away some dead grass from the base and uncovered a small tunnel that could barely fit her. Down she crawled in the air tight darkness, her eyes seemed quite adjusted to the black. Deeper and deeper she went, the air was so thin, any normal person would have been gasping for air. Still she continued, until she found a clearing. She was under the mountain.
The girl stood up and brushed the dirt off at her side on the ground, a torch was lit. She smiled as she picked it up, "Thank you for the light father! I have a map and I brought you some treasures," She called out into the dark, hollow mountain.
"You are everything I could have asked for in a daughter..." A raspy ancient voice answered back, "did you bring yourself food? bread perhaps or wine?"
The girl snorted, "I don't need anything from those pigs! I can hunt my food and water is fine for me" She walked towards the voice, taking the bag off of her back and emptying the stolen goods into a large pile of golds and jewels.
The voice laughed, "You are like your father in every way, never let the race of men or elves poison you Kinolo." The floor beneath Kinolo began to shake as a giant dragon stepped towards her. He was brown, with hints of green and blue on his spiked back and tail. His eyes were a piercing yellow, and he wore a large smile exposing his jagged teeth.
The dragon curled up, lying on his side to rest, Kinolo crawled on top of him, resting on his chest as it went up and down with his breathing. "Father, I got a map, It can show us the safest way north, If we keep close to the mountain patches there will be good caves to rest in, and theses forest near it... we can hunt for food... It's as if Middle earth was design just for us."
The dragon looked at the map in disbelieve, he let out a great sigh, "Nothing is this world is designed just for us, The mountains will protect us but do you see the strange scribbles in the forests... those are the names of the elven clans, their cities. Elves are very evil and very dangerous, I would not be able to hunt; and they would have no problem tracking you down."
Kinolo shook her head, "Those filthy beasts can try and track me down, even if they did they wouldn't be able to kill me, I'm the daughter of Halumadra the great! I am a dragon. I'll kill them all if we have to father, then we can go home again."
Halumadra smiled down at the human girl. He didn't even notice her to be human; she was a dragon, mighty and powerful, honourable and merciful, not clouded by hate like men, greed like dwarfs and superiority like elves. The sooner they left middle-earth the better. They would set out tomorrow at twilight.
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Authors notes: What can I say.... I have to stick up for the dragons.... STOP MAKING THEM OUT TO BE SO EVIL! HAVEN'T THE ELVES WATCHED DRAGON HEART?!?! LOL
Thank you Born to be hanged for my first reveiw.... I noticed the grammar mistakes to and deleted the story.... BUT I PUT IT ON AGAIN.
'WOW! That is such an awesome idea! Though there were a few things that got me confused. She's not really a dragon, right? (There are myths of dragons that can change shape.) And am I correct by saying that the dragon "father" has brainwashed her into thinking that Elves and Men are bad? Anyway, I likes alot! Keep writing! Though I would advise you to get a beta, which I fully offer to do if this doesn't or will not contain any slash in the future. The punctuation inside the quotation marks need some work, and you've got some awkward wording at some places. For example, "a watchful ear" is awkward. Anyway, this looks like it will be a great story! Keep writing! Meltintalle born to be hanged'
Any help would be great!
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The rain poured, the lightning flashed, and the thunder echoed across the gray sky. A generally miserable day that kept everyone in doors. Dispite the gloomy weather outside, inside the pub was nothing less than a joyous atmosphere as men drank to memories of a victorious battle and to the friends and family members who died along the way. Off-key singing and contests to see who can drink the most pints before falling over were common, as well as flirting with the single women who tended to either work in the bar or just liked to company of men.
Festivities came to a halt however, when a strange hooded figure entered, soaked to the bone. It wasn't new to have travelers but it was uncommon. Everyone stared at the being, larger than a dwarf but smaller then most men, walked up the counter and removed the black cape. There was even more awe that the figure was a woman, but it was hard to tell what was so awing about her: the fact that a woman was traveling alone or her strange outlandish clothing of bright orange and yellow that hung loosely and didn't leave much to the imagination.
She wasn't beautiful, rather scrawny and her tangled, greasy red hair fell past her back. Her eyes were a mixture of colours not common to these people. She might have looked better if she kept herself clean and if her face wasn't covered in scratches. Even a smile would have made her look better; but she wore a cold emotionless stare as she always did.
"Do you have a room for me to rest for the night?" The strange girl asked bluntly.
The owner of the pub/inn, could easily tell by her strait forward tone she was not one to anger. Still she was a girl, a young one at that, "Aye we have rooms but can ye afford it M'lady?"
She pulled a strange pouch from her side and emptied it. Six odd coins fell out. The innkeeper picked them up, not really sure where they were from all he knew was that they were solid gold. he looked down at the strange girl's nearly intimidating gaze, "Three for the room and a drink, two to keep yer mouth shut, and one for you to never call me M'Lady again."
The Innkeeper nodded, feeling that he got the better end of the deal. 'Solid gold!' he mused to himself, 'Six of them! they must be worth a good bit, maybe I can get some fine elfin wine, or maybe better help than these wenches.' He put the coins in a hidden drawer under the counter and grinned, "What'll ye be drinkin?"
"Ale, not a pint just a glass," She spoke sounder rather inpatient, and a little nervous at the fact that people were still staring at her. But the Innkeeper poured her glass and she left to sit in a dark corner far from the warm fire. Soon people quickly got over their curiosity of the girl who was obviously and outlander and went back to their own activities.
The outlander kept to herself, no one bothered to socialize with her and she was quite content with that. Only when the crowd of flirtatious women and drunken men started to die down did she walk up and ask one of the drunkards for a map of middle earth. Instead of hiding in her corner she sat at a table looking over the map with a dim candle light. If people tried to start up a conversation by asking questions such as, "where are you from," she would simply answer "east." So they figured she would be from Minas Tirith, but then speculations would arise,
"Is that what they're wearing in the east?"
"Her clothes are more outrageous than what the elves!"
"What about Mordor that's east too"
"Mordor? You idiot!"
"Farther than Mordor! there are men in the east.... though I haven't seen what they wear"
"I've seen 'em and she don look like 'em.... They look more like dwarfs except... not dwarf sized"
"Well maybe she knows some, or maybe she got kidnapped and was living with them until she ran away and now is on a quest to find her family"
"Maybe you are a poetic fool"
"Well ask her if she's been past Mordor"
"You ask her, I don't want to go near her"
"What afraid of a girl?"
"If she's from past Mordor, far from the east then yea! Who knows what dark powers she has.... and she doesn't look too friendly either, like the type who could kill a man in his dreams"
"Well then I'll ask her"
"I'm afraid you'll have to ask her tomorrow boys," One of the workers chirped in. "That girl's off to bed and doesn't want to be disturbed" The small crowd of men turned to where the girl was gone and all that was left was her glass.
Up in her room, the outlander sat at a desk looking over the map trying to find the fastest way west. She did not care for the safest way, nor any path that would lead her to any more men. She did not trust them, nor dwarfs or elves for that matter. Orcs, shoot first questions later; same for goblins. For the most of it, she would rather not run into anyone or any beast unless it was absolutely necessary.
She glanced over at the bed; lumpy and probably flea infested, but tempting none-the-less. 'Now is not the time for pleasurable rests,' she shook the thought out of her head and looked out the window to see the last of the men and women leave, followed by the workers, then with the sound of the Innkeeper locking the door she grabbed her black cloak and waited by her door for her cue.
The Innkeeper, who was rather poarkish, could be heard anywhere in the town when he walked up the stairs. Still, even after he passed the young girls room and retired to his own chambers, she did not make any movement. Around an hour after the Innkeeper went to sleep, she slipped out of her room quickly getting down the stairs making as little noise as possible. She grabbed an odd brown and orange cloth she used as a fashion belt, seeing as it had no use other than little buttons which she seemed to use to carry smaller sacks of food or trading goods. With a quick flick of her wrists, the cloth unraveled into a larger sack, small enough to carry on her back and large enough to store up to at least half her weight.
The girl hopped behind the bar counter filling her sack with some of the better glasses, shiny silvers, and whatever was of good value. Then, with a sharp piece of chicken bone, began to pick the lock of the innkeepers "secret drawer" always listening for the sound of the owner coming. When it was open her eyes set on some of the finest treasures any man in this small, dismal town would ever see. Being an Innkeeper has it rewards after all. She snatched everything including the six coins she gave earlier that evening and closed the sack.
She placed her plunder on her back and hid herself well with the cloak, the girl was not stupid and knew that if she went through the front door, the innkeeper would be bound to know what with the bell hanging over the jingles whenever someone enters or exits. With that in mind she headed back for her room and ripped all the dirty white sheets off the bed, cutting it with the dagger in her boot and tying the strips together. She paused for a moment and looked over at a warm blue woolen blanket and with a second thought took the sack off again and crammed the blanket in. Seeing how there was no more need to stay here, the thief rolled her map up and shoved it between her and a more useful orange utility belt, then tied the sheet rope to the bedpost and squeezed though the bars blocking the window.
Down she went, repelling off the wooden wall damp with rain and rather slippery. Quickly and silently, the thief ran to the nearest stable looking for a sufficient horse. She decided on a large tanned stallion and led it out into the darkness where she straddled the beast and kicked his sides to get him moving. The gate guard opened the door for him after she told a tale that her father was dying and that he requested her presence before he passed away, and that she would forever regret it if she came to her fathers side only to find she was too late. He bought the bate and the door was opened, she was free to get away with her crime.
'They'll be looking for me tomorrow,' The girl thought as she concentrated on staying north of the patch of mountains. Their names she didn't know, all she knew was she had to travel along them to get and she'll find another patch of mountains going north. 'Stay close to the mountains.. men are stupid, they shouldn't find me to easily.' She kicked the horse harder making it gallop, pushing it to it's limits as she tried to get a good deal of distance between her and the town. The sun would be rising in a good few hours and she would have to rest in the hiding spot she made earlier, which meant she would have to lose the horse.
They soon came across a small patch of forest at the base of one of the mountains, sticking out of it was a tree which had long been dead. It's large, twisted branches and dark, burnt bark made it look like something out of a child's nightmare. The outlander, moved to stand on the horses back then took a deep breath and jumped off rolling on the dead grass until she came to a stop. The horse stopped as well seeing the rider falling, it stood loyally waiting for the girl to mount again. The girl was touched by the well trained horse, but knew she could not keep it. She led it so that it was facing south east, back to its home and slapped it hard above it's hind leg so that it would run, "You go home now," she shouted to the horse. "You'll end up getting shot with an arrow if you stick around me."
The girl hugged herself under her black cloak as she watched the stallion disappear, then grudgingly, went to the large dead tree. She brushed away some dead grass from the base and uncovered a small tunnel that could barely fit her. Down she crawled in the air tight darkness, her eyes seemed quite adjusted to the black. Deeper and deeper she went, the air was so thin, any normal person would have been gasping for air. Still she continued, until she found a clearing. She was under the mountain.
The girl stood up and brushed the dirt off at her side on the ground, a torch was lit. She smiled as she picked it up, "Thank you for the light father! I have a map and I brought you some treasures," She called out into the dark, hollow mountain.
"You are everything I could have asked for in a daughter..." A raspy ancient voice answered back, "did you bring yourself food? bread perhaps or wine?"
The girl snorted, "I don't need anything from those pigs! I can hunt my food and water is fine for me" She walked towards the voice, taking the bag off of her back and emptying the stolen goods into a large pile of golds and jewels.
The voice laughed, "You are like your father in every way, never let the race of men or elves poison you Kinolo." The floor beneath Kinolo began to shake as a giant dragon stepped towards her. He was brown, with hints of green and blue on his spiked back and tail. His eyes were a piercing yellow, and he wore a large smile exposing his jagged teeth.
The dragon curled up, lying on his side to rest, Kinolo crawled on top of him, resting on his chest as it went up and down with his breathing. "Father, I got a map, It can show us the safest way north, If we keep close to the mountain patches there will be good caves to rest in, and theses forest near it... we can hunt for food... It's as if Middle earth was design just for us."
The dragon looked at the map in disbelieve, he let out a great sigh, "Nothing is this world is designed just for us, The mountains will protect us but do you see the strange scribbles in the forests... those are the names of the elven clans, their cities. Elves are very evil and very dangerous, I would not be able to hunt; and they would have no problem tracking you down."
Kinolo shook her head, "Those filthy beasts can try and track me down, even if they did they wouldn't be able to kill me, I'm the daughter of Halumadra the great! I am a dragon. I'll kill them all if we have to father, then we can go home again."
Halumadra smiled down at the human girl. He didn't even notice her to be human; she was a dragon, mighty and powerful, honourable and merciful, not clouded by hate like men, greed like dwarfs and superiority like elves. The sooner they left middle-earth the better. They would set out tomorrow at twilight.
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Authors notes: What can I say.... I have to stick up for the dragons.... STOP MAKING THEM OUT TO BE SO EVIL! HAVEN'T THE ELVES WATCHED DRAGON HEART?!?! LOL
Thank you Born to be hanged for my first reveiw.... I noticed the grammar mistakes to and deleted the story.... BUT I PUT IT ON AGAIN.
'WOW! That is such an awesome idea! Though there were a few things that got me confused. She's not really a dragon, right? (There are myths of dragons that can change shape.) And am I correct by saying that the dragon "father" has brainwashed her into thinking that Elves and Men are bad? Anyway, I likes alot! Keep writing! Though I would advise you to get a beta, which I fully offer to do if this doesn't or will not contain any slash in the future. The punctuation inside the quotation marks need some work, and you've got some awkward wording at some places. For example, "a watchful ear" is awkward. Anyway, this looks like it will be a great story! Keep writing! Meltintalle born to be hanged'
Any help would be great!