The Elfling
Chapter 1
By Libbi R. Derington
Disclaimer:
I do not own anything besides: Nerita Lorienion (or Riddle), Atan Lorienion (or T. Shayne Riddle) and Melui Lorienion (or S. Beatrix Riddle). Everything else belongs to Mrs. JK Rowling and Mr. J.R.R Tolkien, including the devilishly handsome King Thranduil.
Summary:
Young. Wild. And free. That is who Nerita Lorienion or Riddle is and was. The second granddaughter of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel; niece of Lord Elrond; cousin to Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen; and step-sister of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Need I say more? Finding herself in Middle Earth, with her spunky 'Earth-ness' she must find herself, in this wonderful place.
"Come back here your cowards!" I land on my feet – after swinging in the low branches of the Golden Wood – effortlessly; in the Royal Pavilion, nearly colliding into the back of Haldir's tunic.
"… and my granddaughter, Lady Narella." Grandmamma motions, as Haldir steps aside, and I am suddenly, very embarrassed. "Daughter of Lord Atan and Lady Melui. Come forward, dearie; you must greet our Mirkwood kin." Grandmamma encourages.
"Elen sila lumenn omentilmo (A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting)," I greet, my breathe back; and I have the sudden urge to throttle Haldir, with that smugness on his young visage.
"Cormamin lindua ele lle (My heart sings to see thee)," the handsome king: Elvenking Thranduil greets me privately.
"Saesa omentien lle, Princess Narella (Pleasure meeting you, Princess Narella)," Prince Legolas greets me, politely.
"And Tauriel and Beleg. Tauriel the Head of the Mirkwood Guard; and Beleg, Tauriel's second-in-command." Grandmamma explains.
"You will join us for breakfast, Elle?" Grandpappi regards me seriously; but I must decline, so I can get my hands of Haldir, Orophin and Rumil.
"I have some things to do. I shall join you for lunch, grandpappi. My king. My prince. Lady Tauriel. Lord Beleg." I bow. "Coward," I whisper to Haldir.
He follows me quickly; and we're back to playfully shoving each other around, like two elflings. "You just abandon me."
"Like you cannot hold your own against the prancing ponies of Mirkwood, Elle." Haldir laughs, as we near the training ground.
"You know what I mean, Hallie. King Thranduil, most likely considers me the ragamuffin of knot, because of your stupidity."
"Of course, Little Miss Prissy." He aims and the arrow is singing through the air, and slices mine in two. "It seems you are next, Princess."
"Oh shut up," I unsheathe my favoruite dagger and it slices your arrow into two equal parts. "Beat that, coward." I smirk.
"Show off." We turn as the young Prince of Northern Mirkwood approaches.
"I would not torment her, Legolas. She's deadly." Haldir laughs, as he aims at another target, and the arrow hits bull's eye.
"Psh," the young prince scoffs, and my defence is on high alert. The Prince unsheathes his dagger, and I fight to not roll my eyes, at his predictability.
Deciding I would be fair, I unsheathe mine; and bow deeply indicating he must go first. I was much better on the defence, but I could fight if I had to.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I see grandpappi and King Thranduil making their way to the fighting arena, and King Thranduil has a soft smirk on his lips.
"Make sure you don't make daddy upset now," I taunt, and he slashes violently at me; and I block it expertly. "Is that all you have, My Prince?"
He untangles his knife from mine; and we're suddenly in a very dangerous dance, and he's loosing horribly, but the feel of things.
I turn elegantly; and suddenly my dagger is at his pale neck. I see the blue veins under my blade, and I can practically hear the blood coursing through him.
His dagger drops down to the ground, and I find my arms locked, in an iron grip.
Kneeing him, proficiently, I untangle my arms; and then we're moving in hand-on-hand combat. If he wanted to play dirty, I would indulge him.
I flip backwards, as he tried to take a grab at my neck; and we're back to sparing, like to male elflings in the back yard.
Finally, it ended; and Prince Legolas Greenleaf was in my deadly headlock. "I think that means: time's out, Prince Legolas."
"You win," he willingly surrenders, knowing he'll never defeat me. "Where did you learn to fight that anyway?" He's utterly dumbfounded.
"If I told you I'd have to kill you," I beckon towards the bull's eye, and my favourite dagger floats back to me. "My prince," I bow. "My king," I do the same thing; walking off to my talan for a nice soak in the bathing pool, and some reading time; with the feeling of a set of eyes boring into my back.
Locking my door behind me; I throw my weaponry on the closest sofa, and flit through to the bathing chamber. Stripping off quickly; I discard my things into the hamper, and slip into the wonderfully warm water.
Dressing quickly, I dress in a silver, long-sleeve, off-one-shoulder, crystal-encrusted gown. Leaving my hair loose, I toe on some flats; and stray some Dior Forever and Ever:Eau De Parfum. I brush my teeth quickly; and leave the talan in a flurry of silver, silk skirts that, silently, brushed the ground.
Everyone was convened, when I entered; and grandmamma kisses my cheeks, all but, dragging me to come and join the mixed up Lothlorien-Mirkwood party.
"Princess Narella," King Thranduil greets me, rather personally; and I smile graciously at the handsome, Elvenking.
"Good afternoon, King Thranduil." I dip into a deep and elegant curtsey, that almost had me on my knees, but I remained balanced. "Prince Legolas."
"Princess Narella." Legolas greets, with a mischievous glint, in his azure blue eyes; and I fight not to raise an eyebrow at his impish visage.
"Shall we have luncheon?" Grandpappi asks softly, motioning to the dining hall table; and we agree, and I find myself between grandpappi and you.
Grandpappi says a short grace for the Valar, and then we're pouring wine and piling our plates.
"Your grandfather tells me, my dear, you lived on Earth for a time?" Your endeavour to make polite conversation with me.
"Indeed, I did, my lord. I lived on Earth, when mamma and pappi left Middle Earth after the War of The One Ring. I lived there for the five years of my childhood, and 7 years of my adolescent years. It is a very wonderful place, my lord."
"Indeed. Mithrandir – when he comes to Greenwood – speaks so fondly of earth, and how ... different from Middle Earth it is."
"Oh! Very different, my lord. They are all about technological advances, with very little respect for Mother Nature." I explain. "But there are some very wonderful places," I smile fondly. "In my childhood, I lived in a place called England. It's a small island, with about 53 million people, and the capital: London, was about an hour away from where we lived, in Hampton Court – the much more elite side of Surrey. Then when I was turned 14, we moved to New York City, which is in North America, one of the largest continents in the world." I continue to explain. "It's very much like London, but far busiest. People everywhere."
"How strange. Mithrandir bought some books about Earth for me, but they are so … unimaginative, and they don't describe the world of Earth."
"I have some books, if you'd like to borrow them, while you are here, my lord. I have tons of books, all about Earth. All the various spheres of Earth."
"I'd be honoured, my dear. Thank you." You smile, pouring some more wine for us each, as we continue to talk among one another, and eat and drink.
"You must come to my talan to collect them. I have some of my devices from Earth as well," I smile softly, "but they're quite tricky, even for the inhabitants of Earth," I confess softly.
"How … inspiring, my dear." You smile softly. "We must go, straight, after lunch; if that is agreeable to you, my dear?"
"That would be perfect. I was going to do some reading anyway," I shrug. "Now tell me about Greenwood, my lord? I am most curious."
"Greenwood, is a place for hunters, my dear; and those who seek adventure. Much like Lothlorien, the Northern Woodland Realm, is just as thrilling, you would love it, my dear."
"So I have been told. On many a occasion, my lord." I laugh openly; and you just smile across at me, as we finish up our meal, and you pour us our third glass.
"Indeed. With the ability such as you showed this morning, my dear; I would fear that I might never let you leave, if you came to my kingdom."
I laugh. "Then you would have grandmamma, grandpappi, mamma, pappi, Tom and Jona, Uncle El, Dan, Ro and Wen coming for you, my king." I smile.
"How utterly frightful, my dear. Shall we?" You rise; and extend an arm, in a very genteel manner, making me flush, under my toffee-coloured skin.
"Dinner is at 19h00, Thranduil," grandpappi warns you, and you bow deeply to grandpappi and we leave swiftly.
"I think you grandfather has just forfeited our friendship," you chuckle softly. "But then again, it is understandable."
"He'll grow out of it, he's just very protective. For three weeks, after I arrived, I could go anywhere or do anything because of his desire to protect me."
"And protect you he should; you're far too beautiful to be traipsing around the forest, alone."
"Did you just compliment me, King Thranduil," I giggle, as we come to my talan. "You can wait in the lounge, I'll just get what you need."
"But of course, my dear. What a lovely home you have here. So very … modern, yet traditional. I like it," you confess.
"I'm glad, His Majesty, approves." I roll my eyes, playfully; and laugh, while you just chuckle as you gaze around my living room.
Author's Notes:
Hey guys!
Hope you like the first chapter. Tell me what you think? I am a new writer around here, so I would appreciate any
advise about this new venture.
Xx Libbi Dee