author: Jetty
title: The Missing Girl
Chapter one: Nisinen
It was a very warm april day. Ashleigh Lifelon was in a terifically depressed mood that day. She couldn't, for the life of her, get out of The Mecalania Woods on Final Fantasy X. Two weeks in a row the guy she had been crushing on for a year and one half had promised to come over and help her with it. But both times he had failed to show.
It hurt, it really did... Or at least that is what she kept telling herself. She had always been the girl who all the guys liked to "HANG" with. That is, they considered her one of them.But this was only one account of her personality.
Ashleigh was to say the least, weird. She was highly intellectual and could carry on a conversation about spark plugs and make it sound interesting. Words rolled delicatly from tongue, as if she were speaking in some high dialect that was only hers. Her fascination of other cultures showed vividly in her attire. When she went to school she was forced to wear a plain uniform of burgandy and gold. In her spare time though, Ashleigh proved to be quite the designer. Her closet was full of colourful dresses, each formatted for hooping. They varied highly from one to the other. Some were corseted up the front, others the back, others tied on, some defied the laws of gravity. She loved her creativity, and hated it. It would flash in, a beautiful scenery of olden times and be gone in an instant.
She threw the controller down hard and began cussing quietly, as to not disturb the household.
"Damn you! You stoopid EH!" she pointed at the controller then sighed, vehemently pushing the button on the tv. It was Spring Break and she was stuck at home. Again. Sheena(one of her few friends) was in Florida, bored out of her mind, and Josh(her other)... Well she wasn't about to even call him. They were fighting again. With much uneeded grumbling, Ashleigh pulled on her Combat Boots and Cloak. She stood there, looking very much like an older red riding hood, flare-out skirt, apron, and all.
"I'm going for a STUPID walk!" she yelled, not waiting for a response from either her mother or father. They were both Graphic Designers, and that was what they wanted her to do when she got older also. her dream though, was to be famous. She didn't care how, just to be famous.
As she walked out her door several dogs of various sizes ran to greet her. At least her Dogs still cared.
"Howdee there, shasta, trixie, Gypsie, Dixie, Limp Bizkit, Get off! Damned Three-legged dog!"
She walked slowly down the road, loose shoe laces following. The wind smelt of Lavender, and rich soil. She did a quick check for traffic and walked nonchalantly across the road, only the "damned three-legged dog" following suit. The water in the bottom of the creek ran clear and beautiful, liquid glass upon the many coloured jewels in it's bottom. She bent over and tied her boots, deciding to jump across to the other side, so that she could get a closer look at the rocks and things. Water intrigued her. A creek... These people didn't even know water. Most of the SMALL population of this town just thought of water as something to drink after you plowed up a field, or to bathe in.
"Once a week." she thought laughing to herself. Kentucky was every bit of what you heard. Well, for the most part. In the cities like Lexington and Louisville you had malls and Starbucks' and all that... But here. Let's just say the closest mall was 1 1/2 hour drive. And Jetty loved malls. Shopping just made her feel good. But back to her fascination with water. Ever since she was little every Saturday, and sometimes after school, she would lonesomely trot off to the beach to swim, surf, and sun. Now, she rarely stepped foot outside, it made her too homesick. Ever since she had moved here six years ago, all she'd done was dream for the ocean, to smell it's salt and collect seashells(illegally or otherwise).
Ashleigh Dipped one long finger into the cool water and then emmersed her entire hand. A gentle breeze had picked up and the smell was intoxicating. Before she realized what she was doing, she was washing her face in the cool liquid, the hot sun beating down. Something stirred behind her, and set her off ease. Reluctantly, she left the stream and headed on up to their old black barn. Once inside she sat down on one of the stools she'd taken up there. The barn was old, and was by far not a place to escape the breeze. Dreamy air wafted in through cracks of the walls as the building heaved and moaned. Ashleigh stood again and quietly took a canvas and paint brush from the cabinet. She then also took out paints she had mixed herself, and a few extra utensils such as a palete knife, and a water bottle. She sat back down and looked out the open door of the enclosure. A beautiful scene of dandelions, and Lavender bushes shone through. She picked up her brush and was just about to pick up a colour when she heard something tearing through the weeds next to the barn's wall. Terror-stricken she stood there listening, and watching through those same cracks which emmited that unearthly scent.
She recognised the growling part of the bundle that kept hitting the barnside to be Limp-bizkit(3-legs). The part that kept groaning and yelling something incomprehensible seemed to be in great pain. And so with much displeasure across her features, Ashleigh put down her brush and walked around tentatively.
"DAMNED THREE-LEGGED DOG! You're hurting whatever that is! Sto-"
Ashleigh gasped as the dog immediatly jumped away, as though she had hit him with a stick. He never payed attention to commands.
The mass moved, groaned again and then looked up at his heroin, who then proceeded to scream shrilly. He moved like lightening grabbing her, and covering her mouth with his hand.
"Lau![1]" the man whispered, holding her tightly. Limp-Bizkit came flying back at him for another go but he was too quick for the dog and ran into the barn, climbing the rafters as if they were mere pavement. Ashleigh, meanwhile was still screaming at the top of her lungs.
"nén..." he said when she finally had stopped screaming and was crying. He released his hand and turned her to look at him. She was sobbing erratically and trying to get away. She reminded him of a butterfly that you tried to hold in your palm. He stroked the side of her face gently with an exquisitly carved hand. This caused such an amount of curses and slaps that he had to watch for falling. He looked into the depths of her eyes, Snow colored with an edge of icey blue. She realized he was analyzing her, and took this to her advantage.
"Get the fuck off me! I don't know who you are, or why you're sneaking around my barn, but..."
he cut her off swiftly, a crease at his brow.
"Firima[3]?" he looked disappointed by this statement and immediatly released his tight grip on her arms. "Forgive me," he said quietly, not meeting her look of astonishment, "I- thought you to be an elf." she folded her arms across her chest, inky hair drifting down past her shoulders.
"Forgive you? first you act like a rapist, and call me by weird names, and now you're just letting me go?" she looked at him strangly. His hair was like the sun on the sand. It was tied back into braids and such. She looked down at his clothing and almost burst out laughing.
"Oh dear god, the pigs may fly! Morgan County is having a Renaissance Fair!" he looked up at her apparently pleased by her change of mood, and shyly blushed.
"It was Quenya."
She looked at him blatantly and then started laughing again.
"Okie- where is josh? Did he put you up to this to get me back for the whole cherry soda thing cause- what are you doing?!?" she gasped as he took her hand softly in his and stood up, perfectly poised on the beam.
"Escorting you to safety milady." he said very seriously, slowly stepping off of the rafter, her hand still in his, and balancing on a lower one.
"Are you serious?" she asked gulping as she looked down.
"Be assured, I would not Jest at your life being threatened."
Something about this man caused her to trust him. She never trusted anyone. As He landed gracefully, and she rather ungracefully on the ground, Limp-Bizkit growled steadily.
"Hush!" she called to him, scoldingly.
She noticed for the first time that their hands were still linked. She abruptly jerked away.
"That is some soft skin," she said, changing the subject, "What do you use? Bert's Bees?" The look he gave her was one of pure truth and innocence.
"I've yet to hear of this Byurt you speak of. Are his powers truly healing?" she was getting sick of this guy's fake accent and dialect.
"Okay buddy, listen up. You may come to my house and use the phone to call some of your friends-if you have any-(i should speak she thought) and have them come get you. Now, for this to work I need to know your name- My parents are a little weird." she looked at him pointedly.
He went into some sort of elaborate bow, knealing on one knee to kiss her hand. She flushed, and kicked herself mentally.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf, Son of Theranduil, King of these woods, if they be Mirkwood... Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo[4]." she sighed at the sound of the beautiful language he spoke. For some reason it created a deep longing in her soul.
"And might I ask of yours?" he said, bowing again.
"Ashleigh Lifelon, but everyone calls me Ash." his eyes lit up at her name.
"That is a truly excuisite name, what is it's meaning in your tongue Ashed Leaf" once again, another name was changed by his dialect, but it was even more beautiful.
"It doesn't have a meaning." this small statement caused him a great displesure. Horror struck the man's features as if he'd seen a ghost.
"What?!?" she asked looking behind her, he got weirder and weirder.
"No meaning? How can a name have no meaning?" he looked at her with pity and grievance.
"No one's name MEANS anything, unless it's latin or french or something... or if your name was Bastard-but still." once again she found his fingers on her lips.
"You should not use such course language, milady... My ears ache from such ugly words seeping from such beautiful lips." Ashleigh had stopped thinking this man was weird... he was now definnitly STRANGE.
"I-I-I..." she stammered trying to think of anything to say. But this man had charmed her, there in her own barn. After trying to "rape" her. And calling her weird names, and dressing like peter pan.
"If your name hath no mean to it, I shall rename you." he smiled at her, stroking those velvety locks.
"Mhhhhhhhmmmm..." she said, only hearing half of what he was saying.
"I shall call you Nendili[5] for that is who you were meant to be." she had began quivering uncontrollably under his gaze. His touch, although it was light, startled her.
"Are you chilled?" he asked ready to take off his own cloak.
"N-No. Just tired." she said wakeing up from her dreamy state.
"C-Come on to the house and you can call your friends- or whoever."
"Milady?" he asked as she walked past him.
"You can call me by my name."
"Nendili, are you a mortal?" she looked him in the face and laughed.
"Sheena will never believe this."
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End chapter 1
HAHAHAAHA! now wasn't that interesting? Hmmm... Yea I know it's been done but who cares, I was inspired today. well, please R/R and tell me what you think.
1. Lau- NO!
2. nén- water
3. Firima- Mortal?
4. Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo-A star shines on the hour of our meeting
5. Nendili- Water-lover
have fun!
lol
Jetty
title: The Missing Girl
Chapter one: Nisinen
It was a very warm april day. Ashleigh Lifelon was in a terifically depressed mood that day. She couldn't, for the life of her, get out of The Mecalania Woods on Final Fantasy X. Two weeks in a row the guy she had been crushing on for a year and one half had promised to come over and help her with it. But both times he had failed to show.
It hurt, it really did... Or at least that is what she kept telling herself. She had always been the girl who all the guys liked to "HANG" with. That is, they considered her one of them.But this was only one account of her personality.
Ashleigh was to say the least, weird. She was highly intellectual and could carry on a conversation about spark plugs and make it sound interesting. Words rolled delicatly from tongue, as if she were speaking in some high dialect that was only hers. Her fascination of other cultures showed vividly in her attire. When she went to school she was forced to wear a plain uniform of burgandy and gold. In her spare time though, Ashleigh proved to be quite the designer. Her closet was full of colourful dresses, each formatted for hooping. They varied highly from one to the other. Some were corseted up the front, others the back, others tied on, some defied the laws of gravity. She loved her creativity, and hated it. It would flash in, a beautiful scenery of olden times and be gone in an instant.
She threw the controller down hard and began cussing quietly, as to not disturb the household.
"Damn you! You stoopid EH!" she pointed at the controller then sighed, vehemently pushing the button on the tv. It was Spring Break and she was stuck at home. Again. Sheena(one of her few friends) was in Florida, bored out of her mind, and Josh(her other)... Well she wasn't about to even call him. They were fighting again. With much uneeded grumbling, Ashleigh pulled on her Combat Boots and Cloak. She stood there, looking very much like an older red riding hood, flare-out skirt, apron, and all.
"I'm going for a STUPID walk!" she yelled, not waiting for a response from either her mother or father. They were both Graphic Designers, and that was what they wanted her to do when she got older also. her dream though, was to be famous. She didn't care how, just to be famous.
As she walked out her door several dogs of various sizes ran to greet her. At least her Dogs still cared.
"Howdee there, shasta, trixie, Gypsie, Dixie, Limp Bizkit, Get off! Damned Three-legged dog!"
She walked slowly down the road, loose shoe laces following. The wind smelt of Lavender, and rich soil. She did a quick check for traffic and walked nonchalantly across the road, only the "damned three-legged dog" following suit. The water in the bottom of the creek ran clear and beautiful, liquid glass upon the many coloured jewels in it's bottom. She bent over and tied her boots, deciding to jump across to the other side, so that she could get a closer look at the rocks and things. Water intrigued her. A creek... These people didn't even know water. Most of the SMALL population of this town just thought of water as something to drink after you plowed up a field, or to bathe in.
"Once a week." she thought laughing to herself. Kentucky was every bit of what you heard. Well, for the most part. In the cities like Lexington and Louisville you had malls and Starbucks' and all that... But here. Let's just say the closest mall was 1 1/2 hour drive. And Jetty loved malls. Shopping just made her feel good. But back to her fascination with water. Ever since she was little every Saturday, and sometimes after school, she would lonesomely trot off to the beach to swim, surf, and sun. Now, she rarely stepped foot outside, it made her too homesick. Ever since she had moved here six years ago, all she'd done was dream for the ocean, to smell it's salt and collect seashells(illegally or otherwise).
Ashleigh Dipped one long finger into the cool water and then emmersed her entire hand. A gentle breeze had picked up and the smell was intoxicating. Before she realized what she was doing, she was washing her face in the cool liquid, the hot sun beating down. Something stirred behind her, and set her off ease. Reluctantly, she left the stream and headed on up to their old black barn. Once inside she sat down on one of the stools she'd taken up there. The barn was old, and was by far not a place to escape the breeze. Dreamy air wafted in through cracks of the walls as the building heaved and moaned. Ashleigh stood again and quietly took a canvas and paint brush from the cabinet. She then also took out paints she had mixed herself, and a few extra utensils such as a palete knife, and a water bottle. She sat back down and looked out the open door of the enclosure. A beautiful scene of dandelions, and Lavender bushes shone through. She picked up her brush and was just about to pick up a colour when she heard something tearing through the weeds next to the barn's wall. Terror-stricken she stood there listening, and watching through those same cracks which emmited that unearthly scent.
She recognised the growling part of the bundle that kept hitting the barnside to be Limp-bizkit(3-legs). The part that kept groaning and yelling something incomprehensible seemed to be in great pain. And so with much displeasure across her features, Ashleigh put down her brush and walked around tentatively.
"DAMNED THREE-LEGGED DOG! You're hurting whatever that is! Sto-"
Ashleigh gasped as the dog immediatly jumped away, as though she had hit him with a stick. He never payed attention to commands.
The mass moved, groaned again and then looked up at his heroin, who then proceeded to scream shrilly. He moved like lightening grabbing her, and covering her mouth with his hand.
"Lau![1]" the man whispered, holding her tightly. Limp-Bizkit came flying back at him for another go but he was too quick for the dog and ran into the barn, climbing the rafters as if they were mere pavement. Ashleigh, meanwhile was still screaming at the top of her lungs.
"nén..." he said when she finally had stopped screaming and was crying. He released his hand and turned her to look at him. She was sobbing erratically and trying to get away. She reminded him of a butterfly that you tried to hold in your palm. He stroked the side of her face gently with an exquisitly carved hand. This caused such an amount of curses and slaps that he had to watch for falling. He looked into the depths of her eyes, Snow colored with an edge of icey blue. She realized he was analyzing her, and took this to her advantage.
"Get the fuck off me! I don't know who you are, or why you're sneaking around my barn, but..."
he cut her off swiftly, a crease at his brow.
"Firima[3]?" he looked disappointed by this statement and immediatly released his tight grip on her arms. "Forgive me," he said quietly, not meeting her look of astonishment, "I- thought you to be an elf." she folded her arms across her chest, inky hair drifting down past her shoulders.
"Forgive you? first you act like a rapist, and call me by weird names, and now you're just letting me go?" she looked at him strangly. His hair was like the sun on the sand. It was tied back into braids and such. She looked down at his clothing and almost burst out laughing.
"Oh dear god, the pigs may fly! Morgan County is having a Renaissance Fair!" he looked up at her apparently pleased by her change of mood, and shyly blushed.
"It was Quenya."
She looked at him blatantly and then started laughing again.
"Okie- where is josh? Did he put you up to this to get me back for the whole cherry soda thing cause- what are you doing?!?" she gasped as he took her hand softly in his and stood up, perfectly poised on the beam.
"Escorting you to safety milady." he said very seriously, slowly stepping off of the rafter, her hand still in his, and balancing on a lower one.
"Are you serious?" she asked gulping as she looked down.
"Be assured, I would not Jest at your life being threatened."
Something about this man caused her to trust him. She never trusted anyone. As He landed gracefully, and she rather ungracefully on the ground, Limp-Bizkit growled steadily.
"Hush!" she called to him, scoldingly.
She noticed for the first time that their hands were still linked. She abruptly jerked away.
"That is some soft skin," she said, changing the subject, "What do you use? Bert's Bees?" The look he gave her was one of pure truth and innocence.
"I've yet to hear of this Byurt you speak of. Are his powers truly healing?" she was getting sick of this guy's fake accent and dialect.
"Okay buddy, listen up. You may come to my house and use the phone to call some of your friends-if you have any-(i should speak she thought) and have them come get you. Now, for this to work I need to know your name- My parents are a little weird." she looked at him pointedly.
He went into some sort of elaborate bow, knealing on one knee to kiss her hand. She flushed, and kicked herself mentally.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf, Son of Theranduil, King of these woods, if they be Mirkwood... Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo[4]." she sighed at the sound of the beautiful language he spoke. For some reason it created a deep longing in her soul.
"And might I ask of yours?" he said, bowing again.
"Ashleigh Lifelon, but everyone calls me Ash." his eyes lit up at her name.
"That is a truly excuisite name, what is it's meaning in your tongue Ashed Leaf" once again, another name was changed by his dialect, but it was even more beautiful.
"It doesn't have a meaning." this small statement caused him a great displesure. Horror struck the man's features as if he'd seen a ghost.
"What?!?" she asked looking behind her, he got weirder and weirder.
"No meaning? How can a name have no meaning?" he looked at her with pity and grievance.
"No one's name MEANS anything, unless it's latin or french or something... or if your name was Bastard-but still." once again she found his fingers on her lips.
"You should not use such course language, milady... My ears ache from such ugly words seeping from such beautiful lips." Ashleigh had stopped thinking this man was weird... he was now definnitly STRANGE.
"I-I-I..." she stammered trying to think of anything to say. But this man had charmed her, there in her own barn. After trying to "rape" her. And calling her weird names, and dressing like peter pan.
"If your name hath no mean to it, I shall rename you." he smiled at her, stroking those velvety locks.
"Mhhhhhhhmmmm..." she said, only hearing half of what he was saying.
"I shall call you Nendili[5] for that is who you were meant to be." she had began quivering uncontrollably under his gaze. His touch, although it was light, startled her.
"Are you chilled?" he asked ready to take off his own cloak.
"N-No. Just tired." she said wakeing up from her dreamy state.
"C-Come on to the house and you can call your friends- or whoever."
"Milady?" he asked as she walked past him.
"You can call me by my name."
"Nendili, are you a mortal?" she looked him in the face and laughed.
"Sheena will never believe this."
*****************************************************************************************
End chapter 1
HAHAHAAHA! now wasn't that interesting? Hmmm... Yea I know it's been done but who cares, I was inspired today. well, please R/R and tell me what you think.
1. Lau- NO!
2. nén- water
3. Firima- Mortal?
4. Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo-A star shines on the hour of our meeting
5. Nendili- Water-lover
have fun!
lol
Jetty