Hey this is Bri. My story is a Crossover between J. R. Tolkein's "Lord Of
The Rings" and Tamora Peirce's "The Immortals". I REALLY Hope you guys like
this, PLEASE read and review it!! And I really need a spell and grammar
checker lol because I really am not good at spelling.and I might spell some
terms wrong so please help! If you review I'll give you a cookie!
Disclaimer: I own nothing from either series. - - - - - - - - - - -
Thud.
A young girl fell to her hands and knees, a protruding tree root capturing her bare foot. She struggled, her heart racing and eyes flashing about in panic. As she fought with the root, she heard the demonic chatter and shouts of goblins, scattering the normally peaceful animals of Mirkwood into a frenzy to escape. They felt the evil seeping from these children of Mordor, for these were not only normal orcs, but demons: larger than dwarf, elf, and man, made at the very hands of Saroun's servant Sarumon.
The girl felt the evil as it soaked through her skin and disturbed her deeply. The feeling of trapped panic took over her as she joined with the animals around her, falling to the forest floor and closing her eyes.
When she opened them again, they were keener and sharper than they had been before closing them. He brown curls had vanished, and instead, silver and white fur covered her lean body. Pulling her paw from under the tree root, she froze, nose and ears to the wind, waiting for any sign of danger.
It didn't take long to find the afore-mentioned sign, as a group of orcs failed to hide their astonishment at her sudden transformation. The wolf spun around suddenly, hackles raised, and snarled low in her chest. Three orcs stood momentarily frozen in shock at what they had just seen. After a few moments one of the orcs took a cautious step forward and hissed nervously, "wha' 'ave we 'ere mates? Looks like we foundsded our ickle wench the Lord's been af'er us to fetch fer 'im". The other two orcs looked at the speaker, then at the wolf. "Aye!" they said together, "Get the ropes, she must not 'scape!"
Though she was in wolf form, the girl could understand common tongue no worse than she could in human form. She lunged at the middle orc's throat, and when they backed away in surprise, she turn-tailed and ran. Ran for all she could, even though she knew that their bulky, cumbersome bodies were no match for her lean aerodynamic one.
When she looked behind her in a triumphant, teasing manner, she was surprised to see the orcs running in quite the opposite direction. She halted her running to listen to what they were screaming to each other; "We must return home! Tell the master of the witch!" She furrowed her brow in confusion as she transformed back into her human form. Her rusty curls cascading down her naked back and over her shoulders.
She tensed when she heard the voices of a man coming from a few yards away. How could I have let my senses go like that? She thought wildly as she turned around, ready to take on whatever enemy might be on the attack. But what approached instead was what she first took as a Scanran archer. His firm set jaw revealed his shock at finding a naked woman standing in the middle of his woods. Her blue eyes met his, and she smiled at him, feeling no harm would come from such a mellow eyed man. Suddenly, she became very aware of her nakedness and made a dash behind the nearest tree.
"My lady?" she heard his voice say from behind the tree. "Can I lend you my cloak?" She felt relief fill every inch or her as she poked her head out from around the large trunk. "Yes, please! That is very kind of you." She said in a half serious, half joking manner. The irony of the situation had not escaped him either, and she saw him grin whole-heartedly at her shy face. He walked up to the tree and reached out his arm holding out his cloak. The girl looked up at him to nod a "thank you", but found his eyes tightly shut, out of respect for her nudity. "Thank-" She started to say, but stopped mid-sentence as her eyes drifted from his closed eyes to his ears. Pointed ears. The girl gasped and dropped the cloak with shaking fingers.
He opened his eyes and caught her shoulders with his gentle hands a second before she got the chance to turn and run from him. "What is wrong my lady?" he asked her, searching her face. There he found the answer: innocence. This girl must have never seen an elf before in her life, he realized.
"Have you never before seen an elf, my lady?" He asked gently, picking up his cloak and wrapping it tightly around her shoulders. He felt her relax under the garment and he sighed with relief. After a moment of silence, she said, "Elf?" so quietly that if it weren't for his elven ears, he did not think he would have been able to hear her.
"Elf." He replied, cupping her chin and smiling warmly at her. She grinned up at him, finally feeling completely at ease for the first time in months. The elf took one of her hands and kissed it gently, and with a deep bow said, "I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Northern Mirkwood". His tone was not haughty in the slightest as his title rolled elegantly off his tongue. The girl stepped back, unsure if she was worthy of being so close to a prince. Despite her nervousness, she curtsied, and said boldly, "I am Veralidaine Sarassri, but I go by Daine." He smiled, and took her hand again, holding it to his chest. "It is a pleasure to meet you Veralidaine Sarassri, and you are most welcome in my woods. But would you not be more comfortable in the palace where you can eat, bathe, and sleep in comfort? It would be an honor to have you as my guest." Daine was unable to hide her giggle at such noble words, and replied, "As I am honored to accept, thank you. But please call me Daine."
Legolas whistled, and a beautiful white horse with golden mane came trotting out from the trees. He lifted her delicately onto the horses back, and mounted behind her in a practiced, fluid movement. "Home", he whispered to the horse. Then to Daine, he said softly, "Daine it is then".
Disclaimer: I own nothing from either series. - - - - - - - - - - -
Thud.
A young girl fell to her hands and knees, a protruding tree root capturing her bare foot. She struggled, her heart racing and eyes flashing about in panic. As she fought with the root, she heard the demonic chatter and shouts of goblins, scattering the normally peaceful animals of Mirkwood into a frenzy to escape. They felt the evil seeping from these children of Mordor, for these were not only normal orcs, but demons: larger than dwarf, elf, and man, made at the very hands of Saroun's servant Sarumon.
The girl felt the evil as it soaked through her skin and disturbed her deeply. The feeling of trapped panic took over her as she joined with the animals around her, falling to the forest floor and closing her eyes.
When she opened them again, they were keener and sharper than they had been before closing them. He brown curls had vanished, and instead, silver and white fur covered her lean body. Pulling her paw from under the tree root, she froze, nose and ears to the wind, waiting for any sign of danger.
It didn't take long to find the afore-mentioned sign, as a group of orcs failed to hide their astonishment at her sudden transformation. The wolf spun around suddenly, hackles raised, and snarled low in her chest. Three orcs stood momentarily frozen in shock at what they had just seen. After a few moments one of the orcs took a cautious step forward and hissed nervously, "wha' 'ave we 'ere mates? Looks like we foundsded our ickle wench the Lord's been af'er us to fetch fer 'im". The other two orcs looked at the speaker, then at the wolf. "Aye!" they said together, "Get the ropes, she must not 'scape!"
Though she was in wolf form, the girl could understand common tongue no worse than she could in human form. She lunged at the middle orc's throat, and when they backed away in surprise, she turn-tailed and ran. Ran for all she could, even though she knew that their bulky, cumbersome bodies were no match for her lean aerodynamic one.
When she looked behind her in a triumphant, teasing manner, she was surprised to see the orcs running in quite the opposite direction. She halted her running to listen to what they were screaming to each other; "We must return home! Tell the master of the witch!" She furrowed her brow in confusion as she transformed back into her human form. Her rusty curls cascading down her naked back and over her shoulders.
She tensed when she heard the voices of a man coming from a few yards away. How could I have let my senses go like that? She thought wildly as she turned around, ready to take on whatever enemy might be on the attack. But what approached instead was what she first took as a Scanran archer. His firm set jaw revealed his shock at finding a naked woman standing in the middle of his woods. Her blue eyes met his, and she smiled at him, feeling no harm would come from such a mellow eyed man. Suddenly, she became very aware of her nakedness and made a dash behind the nearest tree.
"My lady?" she heard his voice say from behind the tree. "Can I lend you my cloak?" She felt relief fill every inch or her as she poked her head out from around the large trunk. "Yes, please! That is very kind of you." She said in a half serious, half joking manner. The irony of the situation had not escaped him either, and she saw him grin whole-heartedly at her shy face. He walked up to the tree and reached out his arm holding out his cloak. The girl looked up at him to nod a "thank you", but found his eyes tightly shut, out of respect for her nudity. "Thank-" She started to say, but stopped mid-sentence as her eyes drifted from his closed eyes to his ears. Pointed ears. The girl gasped and dropped the cloak with shaking fingers.
He opened his eyes and caught her shoulders with his gentle hands a second before she got the chance to turn and run from him. "What is wrong my lady?" he asked her, searching her face. There he found the answer: innocence. This girl must have never seen an elf before in her life, he realized.
"Have you never before seen an elf, my lady?" He asked gently, picking up his cloak and wrapping it tightly around her shoulders. He felt her relax under the garment and he sighed with relief. After a moment of silence, she said, "Elf?" so quietly that if it weren't for his elven ears, he did not think he would have been able to hear her.
"Elf." He replied, cupping her chin and smiling warmly at her. She grinned up at him, finally feeling completely at ease for the first time in months. The elf took one of her hands and kissed it gently, and with a deep bow said, "I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Northern Mirkwood". His tone was not haughty in the slightest as his title rolled elegantly off his tongue. The girl stepped back, unsure if she was worthy of being so close to a prince. Despite her nervousness, she curtsied, and said boldly, "I am Veralidaine Sarassri, but I go by Daine." He smiled, and took her hand again, holding it to his chest. "It is a pleasure to meet you Veralidaine Sarassri, and you are most welcome in my woods. But would you not be more comfortable in the palace where you can eat, bathe, and sleep in comfort? It would be an honor to have you as my guest." Daine was unable to hide her giggle at such noble words, and replied, "As I am honored to accept, thank you. But please call me Daine."
Legolas whistled, and a beautiful white horse with golden mane came trotting out from the trees. He lifted her delicately onto the horses back, and mounted behind her in a practiced, fluid movement. "Home", he whispered to the horse. Then to Daine, he said softly, "Daine it is then".