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This is my first Lord Of The Rings fanfic, so please forgive any mistakes, and feel free to review about them and tell me what i should change.
This is a marysue/legolas fanfic, to quickly warn those of you who have not guessed from reading the summary.
Before the story, i'd like to shout out to Animestar73 becuase once again, you are my wonderfully patient beta! hugs and kisses!
Disclaimer: if i owned Lord Of The Rings, do you think i would be using this site to write a story? This would be a novel by now!
And now on with the tale!
He thrust his sabre towards her torso. Reflexively, she parried the attack, sending the point of the sabre past her left side. Taking advantage of the opening, she attacked him, almost ruthlessly, but he was good. Within minutes, he had turned the tide of the battle to his favour. He swung for her neck and she blocked him instinctively, knowing that if she had been a second too late, she would have lost this battle.
No.
Seyona suddenly looked in to his eyes, her green eyes blazing. She had studied fencing since she was small, and she was not about to let this him beat her like that. Swinging her sabre around, she battered his sword out of the way and blocked his sword before its blade had neared her body.
This is one battle I will not let myself lose!
She disarmed him, and flicked the tip of her sabre up to his throat.
"Yield." She said, her voice dangerously quiet, her eyes betraying the calm she showed on the surface.
"I yield."
She nodded slightly, lifted her mask, and then held out her hand.
"Well played."
He looked her in the eye, looking as though tempted to refuse her hand, but obviously thought better of it, extending his hand a moment later to shake hers.
"And you."
Walking off, she wondered what he might have said if she had lost. She made her way into the girls changing room, changed into jeans and a blue t-shirt and made her way outside, where her car was waiting. It was a smart car. The only reason Seyona had bought it was because it made her laugh whenever she looked at it. So small and compact…
Sometimes she liked to think of it as a shopping trolley.
She paused just as she climbed into the car. She was forgetting something… she was supposed to call someone…
Ah, yes. She was supposed to call Nicola.
Nicola was her best friend, and had been so for thirteen years. They had been in the same class in grade 5, and had been partnered up for a book report at the beginning of the year. They quickly became fast friends, almost inseparable, and had remained so ever since. Even though they both went to different universities, and took different degrees, they still bought an apartment together (neither of them having the money to buy one by themselves) and were just as close as ever.
She whipped out her cell phone, using speed dial to phone Nicola.
"Hello! Guess who?"
"Hi! So… how was fencing?"
Nicola had taken a degree in music and sometimes when she spoke, you could almost hear a melody in there. Her voice was an instrument in itself and if you had ever heard her sing, you would leave with no doubts that she was in a league of her own. She had mastered almost 27 instruments, although she was best in piano, flute and oboe. This, mused Seyona, was probably the reason she had graduated top of her class.
"It was good. I had to prove my fencing to some sexist idiot, though. I think his name was… um… I think it was Robert White. Or Robert Green. Some colour or another!"
"Robert Green? Didn't he win the world championship or something?"
"I'm not sure. I heard tell that he came in second because he sprained his ankle in the first fight. Personally I think I threw him when I suggested we fight with a sabre instead of a foil. I'm more use to sabres, anyways. I don't think he expected that."
"You really are one-of-a-kind, you know that?" Seyona could hear the poorly concealed laughter in her friend's voice, and smiled.
"Yep!" she said happily, grinning wildly in the car. There was a pause on the other end of the line
"Seyona?" whispered Nicola, her usually trilling voice void of its hauntingly beautiful melody.
"What's wrong?" asked Seyona, curious as to what could have made Nicola so upset. You could tell how happy she was by listening to her voice; the happier she was, the more melodic her voice became.
"Melody died." Seyona could hear Nicola tying to keep her voice from trembling, and failing.
There was a pause and Seyona sighed sadly. She needed to comfort Nicola, but Nicola had proved in the past to be difficult to console.
"Melody was a very old bird, Nicola. It was his time." she said softly.
"No! He was still young!"
"Only to you. To a bird he was very old."
For the second time, the conversation sputtered to a halt and Seyona thought she heard a soft sob. She sped up slightly, eager to get to the familiar building that was slowly sliding into view.
Finally, Nicola broke the scilence.
"I suppose." There was a heavy sigh from the other end of the phone. "So when can you be home? We haven't finished packing yet, and the trip is tomorrow!"
Seyona could tell she was still upset, but was trying to put on a brave face.
"Well, I'm just pulling up to the complex, so… I'll see you in five?"
"Yeah… see you in five."
Hearing the sadness in her friend's voice, Seyona walk a little faster, trying to get up to their apartment just that little bit faster.
She unlocked the apartment door to find Nicola sitting at the table with tears in her eyes, listening to 'don't feel like dancing'.
"It was his favourite song." She explained, her voice braking slightly.
Seyona smiled. "You know, we never did find out how she learned to sing that song. I swear, it is not normal for a bird to be singing that song at three in the morning."
Nicola gave a slightly lopsided smile.
"Yeah. So, you wanna finish packing? Just because, you know, the big trip is tomorrow, and we're only half finished. I mean, we've been planning this for a year! It would be a shame if we couldn't go because of your disorganisation skills."
Seyona nodded. "Yes. We should. But first, it might be a good idea to eat. I mean, it's six; I've been fencing for three hours, almost non-stop. I'm famished. And I don't know about you, but I always feel a little happier with a little food in my stomach. Come on. I'll make dinner. Better yet, I'll make your favourite: Fish and chips with, for some strange reason, several gallons of vinegar and your own body weight in salt."
"How about I get that untouched white chocolate liquor we have in the fridge? I figure its time we drank it. On the eve of our new adventure, and the death of a beloved songbird."
"Tell you what then. You go and pack while I make dinner. I have already finished packing, and after dinner, you will likely be too drunk to pack anything!"
Nicola gaped at her friend. "Hang on… your finished already? Your pack is only half full!"
"Really? It looks half empty to me." Seyona said teasingly, a smile playing on her lips. "And for your information, you don't have to take the kitchen sink in order to go camping."
Nicola grinned, appreciating her friends attempt to make her smile
"What did you take anyway?" asked Nicola, wincing at the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen.
"Um… clothing, a tent, a sleeping bag, a bow and a quiver of arrows, a fishing rod, a few cooking utensils and cutlery, two foils, two sabres, some protective padding and… my sword."
The last two words were spoken as a whisper. Nicola knew why. The sword was a gift from her father, the last one he'd given her before he disappeared. The sword was the reason that Seyona had taken up fencing. It was a beautiful sword, perfectly balanced and the metal work was amazing. Seyona had been around swords long enough that she knew it was hand made, but who had the skill to create such a masterpiece? Nobody nowadays, that was certain. Now they were mostly machine made.
"Why two sabres?"
"Well…" Seyona smiled at Nicola as she poured oil into a pan, "you know how I was teaching you fencing with the foils? Well, I was going to teach you with the sabres once I figured you were good enough."
"You were?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
The apartment was silent for a while, the scissor sisters playing in the background, and the occasional 'CLANG!' from the kitchen.
"Ha ha!" the triumphant shout came from the kitchen, startling Nicola a little. "I'm done! And this time, the chips are edible!"
Nicola laughed. "All hail the mighty cook!" she giggled, applauding all the while.
"Why, thank you! I'd like to thank the academy, and all those who knew me…"
They both laughed together for a while as Seyona walked to the table, and placed two steaming plates on top of the already laid placemats and Nicola finished packing.
They ate in a comfortable silence, the peace only broken by the sound of cutlery, until Seyona broke the silence.
"So what are you bringing?"
Nicola smiled. "You mean apart from the kitchen sink? I brought my sleeping bag, two pillows (since you forgot yours and I still had room), clothing, my fishing rod, my flute, violin and oboe, my mp3, your mp3, 20 CDs, ranging from the 50's to modern rock, a portable CD player, my sketchbook and art supplies, toiletries and… There was more, but I forgot."
Seyona was staring, mouth open. "You fit all of that, in one bag?"
"Yep!" said Nicola cheerfully, "that and more!"
"And more…" Seyona repeated weakly.
"Yep! That and more." She repeated.
The washing up having been washed, and the table been tidied, they both collapsed on the floor, their eyes full of anticipation for the following day. Seyona grabbed her pack, and laid her head on top of it. Nicola looked over at Seyona, then, laughing, she grabbed her pack and did the same.
"You know, I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight." She said, still laughing.
"I know, it will be difficult, but we have to try. We can't hike though the Canadian wilderness if we are sleeping standing up!"
"I'm just so excited though!" Nicola was almost singing now.
"I know." Seyona smiled happily
After two non-stop hours of talking, the two called it a night and both fell asleep on top of their packs, both too tired to walk to their beds.
Had they been awake, they would have noticed the winds pick up outside, blowing the branches of a large tree against their window. But unlike most winds which blow aimlessly, this wind moved with a purpose, seeping under the windowpane and unlocking it, blowing it open quietly.
Had they been awake, they would have noticed the wind pick them up with a gush of air, and spin them around in circles. Then, with one final gush of wind, they vanished completely from sight.
Had they been awake…
Hello people! Its me again! This is my first chapter, and for those who don't know, fish and chips is an English dish, with fish and fries. What an imaginative name.
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