A/N: School's over! This is a completely revised version of an earlier
story I began(I strongly disliked the previous version:) Hope you like it!
Love to have your feedback; quick warning: I will be in on vacation for two
weeks starting Monday, so I will not be able to update until June 23 or
June 24.
Disclaimer: I made up my own characters, but the setting and other characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien
Chapter 1: Morning
"MIDDLE EARTH IS MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-"
Annewyn gasped, bolting upright out of bed and sweating profusely.
Night after night she had been dreaming of a cruel, cold face at Isengard speaking to the eye of Sauron. White hair, evil eyes, and pallid complexion- this face belonged to none other than the twisted Istari: Saruman.
She had to get away from her dreams, away from Isengard, away from her fears. .
So, when the first light of dawn peeped over the horizon, she ran. Dressed in a light shirt, a shortened pair of breeches, and running boots, she flew. Past Elrond's residence and the Hall of Fire, through the mountains, along the river..
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Legolas slowly exited his dreams as he listened to a distant pitter- patter along the gravel path, quick footsteps that were too soft to be a horse's, yet too strong to allow him to return to his peaceful slumber. As the strides passed the palace, a strong breeze swept through the room, brushing against his face and gently coaxing him to focus his ocean-blue eyes to the first morning light.
He had been summoned here for a council only a few weeks ago. Now, here he was, in Rivendell, in a very comfortable room in Elrond's palace, in an extremely comfortable bed. Not for long, however. His dreams had held visions of fighting. Our prince charming jumped out of bed and dressed quickly, for he intended to use his few days before the council to practice on Rivendell's archery ranges.
Legolas left for the ranges once he gathered his provisions for the day and strung his bow. Venturing down the path, his ears perked to hear the same pitter-patter from earlier in the morning that had now become very distant. Turning his eyes to the source of the sounds, he was amazed to find an elf maiden battling her way to the top of a far hill.
The hill was steep and rocky; there was no way for Annewyn to avoid the obstacles. She had to get to the top, she needed to conquer the hill. Rock by rock, slope by slope. Her dad had been a warrior. Her mom had been a warrior, too. Maybe her need to defeat was innate, but whatever she felt was caused by more than just stress from her dreams. She had heard about the council, she knew about the greater evils of Middle Earth. Though she was reluctant to admit it, the whole situation scared her to death. Instead, she took advantage of the opposition she could most assuredly defeat, such as this hill. With a final stride, Annewyn reached the peak and paused for a moment. The breeze that had caught her backside near Elrond's palace once again swept through her hair. She reveled in the view of Rivendell, her home, her jewel. Her eyes scanned the city, when they suddenly met a pair of blue eyes staring back.
Please R/R-your feedback is most welcome;)
Disclaimer: I made up my own characters, but the setting and other characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien
Chapter 1: Morning
"MIDDLE EARTH IS MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-"
Annewyn gasped, bolting upright out of bed and sweating profusely.
Night after night she had been dreaming of a cruel, cold face at Isengard speaking to the eye of Sauron. White hair, evil eyes, and pallid complexion- this face belonged to none other than the twisted Istari: Saruman.
She had to get away from her dreams, away from Isengard, away from her fears. .
So, when the first light of dawn peeped over the horizon, she ran. Dressed in a light shirt, a shortened pair of breeches, and running boots, she flew. Past Elrond's residence and the Hall of Fire, through the mountains, along the river..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas slowly exited his dreams as he listened to a distant pitter- patter along the gravel path, quick footsteps that were too soft to be a horse's, yet too strong to allow him to return to his peaceful slumber. As the strides passed the palace, a strong breeze swept through the room, brushing against his face and gently coaxing him to focus his ocean-blue eyes to the first morning light.
He had been summoned here for a council only a few weeks ago. Now, here he was, in Rivendell, in a very comfortable room in Elrond's palace, in an extremely comfortable bed. Not for long, however. His dreams had held visions of fighting. Our prince charming jumped out of bed and dressed quickly, for he intended to use his few days before the council to practice on Rivendell's archery ranges.
Legolas left for the ranges once he gathered his provisions for the day and strung his bow. Venturing down the path, his ears perked to hear the same pitter-patter from earlier in the morning that had now become very distant. Turning his eyes to the source of the sounds, he was amazed to find an elf maiden battling her way to the top of a far hill.
The hill was steep and rocky; there was no way for Annewyn to avoid the obstacles. She had to get to the top, she needed to conquer the hill. Rock by rock, slope by slope. Her dad had been a warrior. Her mom had been a warrior, too. Maybe her need to defeat was innate, but whatever she felt was caused by more than just stress from her dreams. She had heard about the council, she knew about the greater evils of Middle Earth. Though she was reluctant to admit it, the whole situation scared her to death. Instead, she took advantage of the opposition she could most assuredly defeat, such as this hill. With a final stride, Annewyn reached the peak and paused for a moment. The breeze that had caught her backside near Elrond's palace once again swept through her hair. She reveled in the view of Rivendell, her home, her jewel. Her eyes scanned the city, when they suddenly met a pair of blue eyes staring back.
Please R/R-your feedback is most welcome;)