Throwing Knives
Author: MMMMEEEEE! (Icey Lady)
Disclaimer: ok, um Lady Marmalade belongs to whoever owns it, all the characters are my own creation, but the names were inspired by the usernames of people on Ringbearer.org. The overall place, elves, and all the other things belong to J.R.R. Tolkein (aka his highness)
Ok, now I thought it would be um.... interesting to do a fic that was tolkeinish, but they have kareoke (I think I spelled that wrong) machines, modern songs, um, yeah, I think that's about it so on with the fic!
Several of my friends: Yeah, well you just had to go write a fic without us! *roll their eyes*
Icey Lady: Jeez, ok, I'll let you guys help with the next chapter! All my comments are in *s, and I do this a lot, so get used to it, or die! Bwa, ha, ha...um...nevermind. Anyway, please R/R people, if you guys like it I'll write more, if you don't...um...I'll still write more!
Dunadail shivered, and pulled her cloak more tightly around her slim body. The cold air bit at her exposed face, feeling like chilled needles against her skin. She forced herself to walk, but her muscles screamed at her to stop and rest. Duna fought the impulse, biting her lower lip. A small line of blood formed there and flowed slowly down her chapped and scabbed lips, to fall to the ground, red against the white snow.
Duna had been traveling for almost two weeks now. One raw, January, morning she had woken to find her horse and supplies missing. *Bummer* She was seeking for the distant City of Wiren Morgalad. *Sound familiar anyone?* Now she was stranded, twenty miles at least, from the nearest City, Thirith Derwar, a Dwarven city.
*Ok, we all know the history of the dwarves and elves, how they hate eachother, etc...blah, blah, blah, so I won't put it in here*
At the moment Duna was on the verge of collapse. Her legs were so tired, and she was so very cold. The cold filled her mind, and body alike, she had no room to think. All she knew was that she had to keep going, no matter what. But suddenly, she was on the ground, the cold tearing at her, like a fierce animal that knows the kill is near. Fighting to stay conscious, Duna managed to drag herself under the cover of an old pine tree. All her strength used up, she blacked out. *Again, bummer, I guess she's not having the best day is she?*
Icey Lady: Ok, it was crappy so far, but-
My friends: Damn right!
Icey Lady: Shut up and let me finish! Anyway, it'll get better.
Author: MMMMEEEEE! (Icey Lady)
Disclaimer: ok, um Lady Marmalade belongs to whoever owns it, all the characters are my own creation, but the names were inspired by the usernames of people on Ringbearer.org. The overall place, elves, and all the other things belong to J.R.R. Tolkein (aka his highness)
Ok, now I thought it would be um.... interesting to do a fic that was tolkeinish, but they have kareoke (I think I spelled that wrong) machines, modern songs, um, yeah, I think that's about it so on with the fic!
Several of my friends: Yeah, well you just had to go write a fic without us! *roll their eyes*
Icey Lady: Jeez, ok, I'll let you guys help with the next chapter! All my comments are in *s, and I do this a lot, so get used to it, or die! Bwa, ha, ha...um...nevermind. Anyway, please R/R people, if you guys like it I'll write more, if you don't...um...I'll still write more!
Dunadail shivered, and pulled her cloak more tightly around her slim body. The cold air bit at her exposed face, feeling like chilled needles against her skin. She forced herself to walk, but her muscles screamed at her to stop and rest. Duna fought the impulse, biting her lower lip. A small line of blood formed there and flowed slowly down her chapped and scabbed lips, to fall to the ground, red against the white snow.
Duna had been traveling for almost two weeks now. One raw, January, morning she had woken to find her horse and supplies missing. *Bummer* She was seeking for the distant City of Wiren Morgalad. *Sound familiar anyone?* Now she was stranded, twenty miles at least, from the nearest City, Thirith Derwar, a Dwarven city.
*Ok, we all know the history of the dwarves and elves, how they hate eachother, etc...blah, blah, blah, so I won't put it in here*
At the moment Duna was on the verge of collapse. Her legs were so tired, and she was so very cold. The cold filled her mind, and body alike, she had no room to think. All she knew was that she had to keep going, no matter what. But suddenly, she was on the ground, the cold tearing at her, like a fierce animal that knows the kill is near. Fighting to stay conscious, Duna managed to drag herself under the cover of an old pine tree. All her strength used up, she blacked out. *Again, bummer, I guess she's not having the best day is she?*
Icey Lady: Ok, it was crappy so far, but-
My friends: Damn right!
Icey Lady: Shut up and let me finish! Anyway, it'll get better.