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Disclaimer: this and all chapters of this story, no matter how much I want them, do not belong to me but to tolkien.
I ran through the forests of Rivendell as fast as my human legs could carry me. Into the castle and up the stairs. I ran as quickly as I could but as I rounded the corner to my room I came to an abrupt stop. Not by my own free will but by the fact that I had run directly into Legolas. As I landed on my butt, Legolas bent down into a squat and smiled. "Nice trip?" he asked me, "cause it looked like fun." "You say that every time and it doesn't hurt less each time I do." I said," then again you wouldn't know." "That's cause I never fall" "So I noticed." I said. I was getting pissed off. Y He picked me up and then walked off with a smile and a chuckle. As I walked into my room, Elrond was just making his general skim around my room.
"Alaka, how many times have I told you that you mustn't be late for you lessons? That's the third teacher that's quit this week." He said in that disappointing voice that made me feel guilty. "They're all so dull. I don't want to be a warrior if I turn out like them! Why can't you teach me any more? You always made it fun." I complained in my squeaky voice. "You're getting older Alaka. You are16. You must learn its not always fun and games. You must learn to be a true warrior at heart." "But I'm not one in body." He knew what I meant and I could tell by the look in his face he knew this would affect my training and eagerness to learn. "That is true, but that won't matter. You don't have to be a certain race to be a warrior. You are part of our family and our family is a fighting family. Therefore you were meant to fight." He tries to comfort me but I find no ease. "But I won't be part of your family forever. I don't live forever." I said. (This is a valid point I only speak of to Elrond and Legolas. Only they understand.) He flinches as I say this. Now let me explain something to you. I am a human. I live in Rivendell. Rivendell is home to the elves. Lord Elrond has raised me as one of his own since I was found in his forests eleven years ago. This is my home.
*Flash back* Me, as a five-year-old, wondering through and unknown forest in my p.js. I hold a locket with a strand of my mother's hair in it (Which no one has ever seen.). Suddenly I hear the braking of a branch. I duck inside a hollow tree and wait. Two strange men come from the bushes. Well what appear to be two men but really a man and an elf. "Aragorn" elf speaks with a whisper I can barely hear, "Did you hear some thing? I could have sworn I did." "So did I Legolas" Aragorn responds, "hush now let us listen" "Over there." Legolas murmurs as he points to the tree. Aragorn draws his sword. Now me being only five, I let out a little squeak. Aragorn swings breaking the top of the rotted tree off, just above my head. I scream, and then curl up into a little tiny ball. *Now a days*
Disclaimer: this and all chapters of this story, no matter how much I want them, do not belong to me but to tolkien.
I ran through the forests of Rivendell as fast as my human legs could carry me. Into the castle and up the stairs. I ran as quickly as I could but as I rounded the corner to my room I came to an abrupt stop. Not by my own free will but by the fact that I had run directly into Legolas. As I landed on my butt, Legolas bent down into a squat and smiled. "Nice trip?" he asked me, "cause it looked like fun." "You say that every time and it doesn't hurt less each time I do." I said," then again you wouldn't know." "That's cause I never fall" "So I noticed." I said. I was getting pissed off. Y He picked me up and then walked off with a smile and a chuckle. As I walked into my room, Elrond was just making his general skim around my room.
"Alaka, how many times have I told you that you mustn't be late for you lessons? That's the third teacher that's quit this week." He said in that disappointing voice that made me feel guilty. "They're all so dull. I don't want to be a warrior if I turn out like them! Why can't you teach me any more? You always made it fun." I complained in my squeaky voice. "You're getting older Alaka. You are16. You must learn its not always fun and games. You must learn to be a true warrior at heart." "But I'm not one in body." He knew what I meant and I could tell by the look in his face he knew this would affect my training and eagerness to learn. "That is true, but that won't matter. You don't have to be a certain race to be a warrior. You are part of our family and our family is a fighting family. Therefore you were meant to fight." He tries to comfort me but I find no ease. "But I won't be part of your family forever. I don't live forever." I said. (This is a valid point I only speak of to Elrond and Legolas. Only they understand.) He flinches as I say this. Now let me explain something to you. I am a human. I live in Rivendell. Rivendell is home to the elves. Lord Elrond has raised me as one of his own since I was found in his forests eleven years ago. This is my home.
*Flash back* Me, as a five-year-old, wondering through and unknown forest in my p.js. I hold a locket with a strand of my mother's hair in it (Which no one has ever seen.). Suddenly I hear the braking of a branch. I duck inside a hollow tree and wait. Two strange men come from the bushes. Well what appear to be two men but really a man and an elf. "Aragorn" elf speaks with a whisper I can barely hear, "Did you hear some thing? I could have sworn I did." "So did I Legolas" Aragorn responds, "hush now let us listen" "Over there." Legolas murmurs as he points to the tree. Aragorn draws his sword. Now me being only five, I let out a little squeak. Aragorn swings breaking the top of the rotted tree off, just above my head. I scream, and then curl up into a little tiny ball. *Now a days*