Hey people! This is my first LOTR fanfic, and I hope it turns out OK! This
note is to say that later on there *will* be rape, and there will be
romance. (But that's much later). I'm a big fan of Legolas fics, and here
is my attempt at one! Wish me luck!
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien! (Pity though)
* ______ * are thoughts
Chapter 1: A Wandering Stranger
Exhaustion. That was the only thing she felt. That was the only feeling left. There was no more pain, stress, worry, fear, it was all gone. Exhaustion and hopelessness were the only things left. How could it come to this? Where had it all changed and gone wrong? Who knew. All that was left was the slow plodding of the horse under her and the deadening tiredness.
The traveler's old worn cloak was tattered and frayed, and her hands were draped over the horse's neck. She was leaned forward, and with her cheek resting on the horse's neck and her eyes closed. The horse was tired too. It had been running and walking non-stop for the past three days. No rest, no food, no water. Everything was black and gray, cloudy and distant.
She was being pursued by an enormous party of orcs. They were hot on her trail, and gaining every day. But she was lost. Rivendell was too far off. And if she failed. No! She mustn't think of that. Failure was not an option. She couldn't fail and she wouldn't.
Something whistled past her cheek. It was an arrow, barbed with a black piece of iron. They were right on her tail! She kicked the horse under her, and shouted to it, "Harai, Monnock! Harai!" It strained to push into a gallop. Its breathing was already labored, and they had not even started to run. She was in grave danger and there was nothing she could do about it. How had it come to this? It was a mystery to all. Elrond had called and she had answered, but would she arrive?
The fierce war cries of the orcs echoed and roared around her. The horse was terrified now, and despite its weariness, it rushed into a frenzied gallop. It went careening ahead, not caring where it ran. It was all the girl could do to control it. "Lain Ara, Monnock, Lain Ara!" She called in a desperate effort to slow the horse down. It was too fast, too wild. She was in even more danger now than before. The cries of the orcs were receding behind her, and she chanced to take a look back. It was a terrible mistake.
The arrow came, flying with the wrath of the gods behind it. It struck her horse in the left flank, and it reared. She was caught off guard and suddenly there was no longer anything beneath her. She was in mid-air, and she was lost.
She hit the ground and the breath was knocked from her. Colors swam before her eyes, patterns and swirls of green and gray and brown and black. She heard another arrow and threw herself to the left as it embedded itself in the ground next to her, The shaft almost snapping as it made contact with the earth. She was on her feet and saw her horse as it thundered towards the horizon, trying to escape. But it was not to be. A final arrow stopped its maddened gallop in one, quick, terrifying flash.
She was lost. But she couldn't fail! Her weariness forgotten, she leaped forward. If she could only reach the woods ahead! She could escape and survive. Unlike her mount, whose lack of control cost it its life. She would not make the same mistake.
She was running. The woods were drawing nearer. They loomed not too far away, some silent green watchers, sentinels, they were her refuge. They had been for years. She would survive! She had before and she would again. The orcs were drawing nearer, and the endless riding was beginning to take its toll. She wouldn't give in! She would survive! The woods, she was almost there. Almost. The arrow pierced her shoulder, as a scream of triumph announced its arrival. She staggered, almost falling. Her head tilted back as she looked up, and she was there.
The woods! She fell in amongst its trees, the silence in them was broken as the orcs crashed through. She was there, and she wove her way around and through them in a desperate attempt to lose her pursuers.
She was succeeding. The orcs could not keep up with her, the woods were her home. This was her realm, and none could equal her here. Well, at least that's how it used to be. She saw what she was looking for, and swiftly turned towards it. A tree, with large branches, close to gather and a screen of leaves not even an elf could see through. She put her hands on the bark of the tree and paused a moment, just remembering. Then the war cries of the orcs reached her ragged senses. She scrambled up the tree, and lay there amongst its branches, as a baby lies in its cradle. She closed her eyes. The orcs could not find her here. She was safe. For now.
The girl opened her eyes. It was night, and the orcs were gone. How long had she slept? She briefly remembered climbing down to get some water, then climbing back up to fall back asleep. Three days. That's how long she had rested here. Three days too long.
She was back on the road, though there was none to follow. She was a night's walk away from Rivendell. Finally. It had taken so long, and she was finally almost there.
Elrond raised his head at the sound of approaching footsteps. He turned and looked, and his eyes widened in surprise at the disheveled figure standing before him.
"I've come Elrond," the young woman said softly. "I am here as you bid me to be. It is once again time to talk, elf. It is once again time to talk."
To be continued.
There! Chapter one is up! How'd ya like it? I promise chapter two will be more, interesting, but every story's got to have an intro right? So, until the next chapter! Oh! Pleeeeeeese Read and Review!!! Please? I really, really want your input. Thanks!
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien! (Pity though)
* ______ * are thoughts
Chapter 1: A Wandering Stranger
Exhaustion. That was the only thing she felt. That was the only feeling left. There was no more pain, stress, worry, fear, it was all gone. Exhaustion and hopelessness were the only things left. How could it come to this? Where had it all changed and gone wrong? Who knew. All that was left was the slow plodding of the horse under her and the deadening tiredness.
The traveler's old worn cloak was tattered and frayed, and her hands were draped over the horse's neck. She was leaned forward, and with her cheek resting on the horse's neck and her eyes closed. The horse was tired too. It had been running and walking non-stop for the past three days. No rest, no food, no water. Everything was black and gray, cloudy and distant.
She was being pursued by an enormous party of orcs. They were hot on her trail, and gaining every day. But she was lost. Rivendell was too far off. And if she failed. No! She mustn't think of that. Failure was not an option. She couldn't fail and she wouldn't.
Something whistled past her cheek. It was an arrow, barbed with a black piece of iron. They were right on her tail! She kicked the horse under her, and shouted to it, "Harai, Monnock! Harai!" It strained to push into a gallop. Its breathing was already labored, and they had not even started to run. She was in grave danger and there was nothing she could do about it. How had it come to this? It was a mystery to all. Elrond had called and she had answered, but would she arrive?
The fierce war cries of the orcs echoed and roared around her. The horse was terrified now, and despite its weariness, it rushed into a frenzied gallop. It went careening ahead, not caring where it ran. It was all the girl could do to control it. "Lain Ara, Monnock, Lain Ara!" She called in a desperate effort to slow the horse down. It was too fast, too wild. She was in even more danger now than before. The cries of the orcs were receding behind her, and she chanced to take a look back. It was a terrible mistake.
The arrow came, flying with the wrath of the gods behind it. It struck her horse in the left flank, and it reared. She was caught off guard and suddenly there was no longer anything beneath her. She was in mid-air, and she was lost.
She hit the ground and the breath was knocked from her. Colors swam before her eyes, patterns and swirls of green and gray and brown and black. She heard another arrow and threw herself to the left as it embedded itself in the ground next to her, The shaft almost snapping as it made contact with the earth. She was on her feet and saw her horse as it thundered towards the horizon, trying to escape. But it was not to be. A final arrow stopped its maddened gallop in one, quick, terrifying flash.
She was lost. But she couldn't fail! Her weariness forgotten, she leaped forward. If she could only reach the woods ahead! She could escape and survive. Unlike her mount, whose lack of control cost it its life. She would not make the same mistake.
She was running. The woods were drawing nearer. They loomed not too far away, some silent green watchers, sentinels, they were her refuge. They had been for years. She would survive! She had before and she would again. The orcs were drawing nearer, and the endless riding was beginning to take its toll. She wouldn't give in! She would survive! The woods, she was almost there. Almost. The arrow pierced her shoulder, as a scream of triumph announced its arrival. She staggered, almost falling. Her head tilted back as she looked up, and she was there.
The woods! She fell in amongst its trees, the silence in them was broken as the orcs crashed through. She was there, and she wove her way around and through them in a desperate attempt to lose her pursuers.
She was succeeding. The orcs could not keep up with her, the woods were her home. This was her realm, and none could equal her here. Well, at least that's how it used to be. She saw what she was looking for, and swiftly turned towards it. A tree, with large branches, close to gather and a screen of leaves not even an elf could see through. She put her hands on the bark of the tree and paused a moment, just remembering. Then the war cries of the orcs reached her ragged senses. She scrambled up the tree, and lay there amongst its branches, as a baby lies in its cradle. She closed her eyes. The orcs could not find her here. She was safe. For now.
The girl opened her eyes. It was night, and the orcs were gone. How long had she slept? She briefly remembered climbing down to get some water, then climbing back up to fall back asleep. Three days. That's how long she had rested here. Three days too long.
She was back on the road, though there was none to follow. She was a night's walk away from Rivendell. Finally. It had taken so long, and she was finally almost there.
Elrond raised his head at the sound of approaching footsteps. He turned and looked, and his eyes widened in surprise at the disheveled figure standing before him.
"I've come Elrond," the young woman said softly. "I am here as you bid me to be. It is once again time to talk, elf. It is once again time to talk."
To be continued.
There! Chapter one is up! How'd ya like it? I promise chapter two will be more, interesting, but every story's got to have an intro right? So, until the next chapter! Oh! Pleeeeeeese Read and Review!!! Please? I really, really want your input. Thanks!