A small woman awoke suddenly to the chilling breeze that flew through her auburn hair. She could feel the cool, dewy grass as the wind brushed the blades against her arms and feet. She couldn't see much as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. One thing was certain though. She had no clue who, what or where she was.
As she lay there, wondering how she managed to find herself in this wood, covered in nothing but a night dress, she saw the stars. They were glowing a faint blue. Blue? She though. She had never seen blue stars before.
Stars. That's one thing I remember, the woman thought.
The longer she stared, the more the blue faded. Curious. She decided the shifting of colours had meant she had been laying down long enough and began to stand.
She felt the breeze again but this time a voice trailed with it. Perfect.
Feeling brave, and a bit foolish, she slowly crept behind a large tree. She thought she could hear the voice getting louder.
"Hello, girl. That's a good girl. It's our little secret, Myrtle," whispered the voice. She could hear crunching. Was it eating? Bones? She had no time to think about this. Her mind was considering other thoughts.
Myrtle? Who names a thing Myrtle?
A solitary ragged scream came hurling from the distance, throwing her out of her confusion. She jumped back nearly screaming herself.
"Orcs!" She heard another voice say. This voice sounded deeper. "Orcs?" the first, lighter voice replied
Orcs. There's another one. The woman remembered those vile, cruel things. They were the most terrible, vicious creatures she had ever gazed upon. They were not a good memory. Where did they fit though? Near the front of her mind? Or the back?
As she pondered this miraculous memory, she suddenly realized that the beast she believed to be named Myrtle was staring right at her. And she was staring hard. The horse startled and began to whinny, announcing to it's owner, or owners, that she was in danger. Three men clad in armour came hurtling around the tree. They were armed and the woman could do nothing but stare as they stared questioningly back.
The younger one, she assumed, of the three wielded a single sword, and the blond one wielded two. While the more mature of the three wielded a dwarven axe. Before she could take the time to congratulate herself at the fact that she remembered what dwarves and horses were, the older dwarf butted her head with the blunt of his axe, knocking her to the forest floor.
Wonderful, she thought as she felt the dewy grass once again listing against her arms and feet. The chilling breeze flowing through her auburn hair as she toppled to the ground.
Hey!
I know this is a short story, but I promise I am working on making the chapters longer. This is my first post EVER, and I know it's rough. I will refine it as it goes on... but this is all for fun.
There weren't any really... wonderful Bofur romance stories on here, so I figured I'd make my own! If you guys know of any though... please send them to me.. for reasons.
ANYWAYS, please review and let me know what you think! I would love to hear any and all feedback! Thanks!
- FeelTheBreeze