Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Lord of the Rings or anything related to it.
Author's note: I'm sorry if I end up destroying the timeline or whatever. Also, I'm sorry if the Elvish is awful. Please be nice,
this is my first fic...
Chapter One: Rescue in Fornost
Although it was highly unusual, a group of Elves went out of Mithlond, the Grey Havens, traveling north-east. Among them there
was one called Lordirion, an exceptional scout and tracker, even for an Elf. His hair was pale blonde and his eyes blue like that of his
kin in Lothlorien, the Golden Wood. After many days of traveling they came to the small city of Fornost.
It was there Lordirion met Andra. She was neither popular nor outcast and her family believed she would never marry. Some of the
town's men would often be cruel, calling her names and harassing her whenever she left her home. It was on one such occasion that they met.
"Come 'ere sweet thing! Let's 'ave a look a' yer goods!" one of the med jeered as she walked by with a basket of food. She blushed
and kept walking, pretending not to hear. The man's friends laughed uproariously at this and cat-called and whistled at her.
When she showed no sign of responding, the man became angry and grabbed her, spinning her around. Her basket fell to the ground and
he growled into her face, his breath stinking of beer, "I said, come inside and let me have a look at your wares, dearie!"
"N-no! P-please! Leave me alone!" she whispered in fear. He began pulling her towards the alley as she fought him desperately
protesting.
Lordirion saw it all from a short distance up the street. Quietly, with the stealth and finesse of a cat, he slipped up to them.
"Let her go," he demanded quietly.
"Tis no your business! Be away!" snarled Andra's harasser.
"The lady said no. Be gone. Or I shall make you leave! Give her to me," Lordirion said.
The man seemed to get the picture and, with a growl, he let Andra go and stumbled off.
Andra quickly picked up her basket and began to walk, Lordirion beside her. She was afraid he would do what he had prevented Jershon,
the drunk, from doing, all the while knowing she couldn't stop him. Finally Lordirion spoke, "Are you well?"
Andra looked at him in surprise and nodded. He stopped and took her hand, "Do not be frightened, I will not harm you. What is your
name?"
"Andra, sir. Andra Bakersfield," she whispered, not meeting his eyes.
"I am called Lordirion Elenion. Do not worry, they will not bother you again," he told her. Suddenly she broke into tears. Stopping,
he took her basket, set it aside and held her as she wept. When she regained herself they walked on without a word. Soon, they reached sight
of her home.
"I will leave you here; you are safe now," Lordirion told her quietly. Silently Andra nodded and continued to her home. When she
reached the steps to the door, she turned to call thanks to Lordirion, but he was gone without a trace.
Please read and Review!!!
Author's note: I'm sorry if I end up destroying the timeline or whatever. Also, I'm sorry if the Elvish is awful. Please be nice,
this is my first fic...
Chapter One: Rescue in Fornost
Although it was highly unusual, a group of Elves went out of Mithlond, the Grey Havens, traveling north-east. Among them there
was one called Lordirion, an exceptional scout and tracker, even for an Elf. His hair was pale blonde and his eyes blue like that of his
kin in Lothlorien, the Golden Wood. After many days of traveling they came to the small city of Fornost.
It was there Lordirion met Andra. She was neither popular nor outcast and her family believed she would never marry. Some of the
town's men would often be cruel, calling her names and harassing her whenever she left her home. It was on one such occasion that they met.
"Come 'ere sweet thing! Let's 'ave a look a' yer goods!" one of the med jeered as she walked by with a basket of food. She blushed
and kept walking, pretending not to hear. The man's friends laughed uproariously at this and cat-called and whistled at her.
When she showed no sign of responding, the man became angry and grabbed her, spinning her around. Her basket fell to the ground and
he growled into her face, his breath stinking of beer, "I said, come inside and let me have a look at your wares, dearie!"
"N-no! P-please! Leave me alone!" she whispered in fear. He began pulling her towards the alley as she fought him desperately
protesting.
Lordirion saw it all from a short distance up the street. Quietly, with the stealth and finesse of a cat, he slipped up to them.
"Let her go," he demanded quietly.
"Tis no your business! Be away!" snarled Andra's harasser.
"The lady said no. Be gone. Or I shall make you leave! Give her to me," Lordirion said.
The man seemed to get the picture and, with a growl, he let Andra go and stumbled off.
Andra quickly picked up her basket and began to walk, Lordirion beside her. She was afraid he would do what he had prevented Jershon,
the drunk, from doing, all the while knowing she couldn't stop him. Finally Lordirion spoke, "Are you well?"
Andra looked at him in surprise and nodded. He stopped and took her hand, "Do not be frightened, I will not harm you. What is your
name?"
"Andra, sir. Andra Bakersfield," she whispered, not meeting his eyes.
"I am called Lordirion Elenion. Do not worry, they will not bother you again," he told her. Suddenly she broke into tears. Stopping,
he took her basket, set it aside and held her as she wept. When she regained herself they walked on without a word. Soon, they reached sight
of her home.
"I will leave you here; you are safe now," Lordirion told her quietly. Silently Andra nodded and continued to her home. When she
reached the steps to the door, she turned to call thanks to Lordirion, but he was gone without a trace.
Please read and Review!!!