*Explanation and Disclaimer*
Howdy all! First off, thanks for showing interest in my story. Let's see. Where can I start?
Of course, I don't own Tolkien or any of the characters. I'm simply borrowing them. But I DO own the characters that I created (the ones that don't sound familiar at all). And ya know what? I really don't care if anyone uses them Feel free if you're lead. I just don't care about that kind of stuff. I'm carefree and easy-going about it all.
About the story line- yes, I have messed with it quite a bit. Don't flame me for adding and twisting things. This is MY story, not yours. I will do what I like with it. (The only reason I'm being so "nyah" about this is because I've read some of the horrible notes some people have left on other stories… needless to say, I do not want those. No thank you. If you don't have anything nice to say, say nothing at all!)
I will take constructive criticism, but ONLY if you're nice about it. I'm sensitive, haha.
I also want to tell you that I'm writing this story with a friend. As of right now, this is all that I've written. We're working on it, and yes – we are including ALL members of the fellowship in this, not just Legolas. (So you don't have to be like, Oh it's another one of those!! lol) I'm covering his part, along with Boromir's, Gimli's, and Gandalf's. Crystal (my friend) is writing the part that includes Frodo and Sam, and I guess you can say that we're both fusing ideas about Merry and Pippin. This is a work in progress, and it might take a while! And if you get confused about all the characters.. just tell me and I'll try to put an explanation up. I've created many. (For instance – Legolas has a sister *gasp* and Elrond has another daughter! *double gasp* lol I don't think it's that bad…)
When the story begins, it's set in Rivendell. There might be little quirks in the story-line here and there.. I'm not perfect by no means! And I decided to make Legolas come early, before everyone else. Don't ask why… maybe because he's my favorite. Hehe.
Oh well, but I DO want to know what YOU, the reader thinks. With that said.. proceed! Please read and review! Thanks!
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*A Duel*
Rivendell had a feeling of calmness that afternoon. The wind was ever so lightly blowing, and the birds offered their songs. Down by the river, the peacefulness was somewhat interrupted by a duel.
There by the riverside sat Mithfalmawen. She looked like a fairy that day. She wore a pale lavender dress. Her hair was tied back in an entanglement of braids. The sun that was shining down gave a tinge of pink to her cheeks. She had been sitting for nearly an hour now. She sat in wonder as she watched what was happening before her. Her best friend Tancal was fighting his protector Nuinwath; not in anger or hate, but fighting for respect. Both figures moved with vigor and speed. It was amazing to Mithfalmawen how fast they could move with the heaviness of the armor that they bore. Tancal's face was set with concentration. His grace had not yet been perfected which could be shown when compared to Nuinwath. Nuinwath was his protector, and his teacher. He outnumbered Tancal in many years. His elegance and experience with knives and swords was revealed in that very moment. This was a test for Tancal, to see if he was ready to join the Elven army, and in no way would Nuinwath be careless in determining this factor. He dearly loved Tancal, and he has experienced many a war in his lifetime, and does not wish to send him unprepared to any destination whether it be a mere patrol or fierce battle.
Tancal's eyes had a certain look, as if he had gone wild. He felt that he deserved to win this engagement, and he knew in his heart that he would. But Nuinwath had the same wild look, as if he were to match his pupil's eyes and his body started in the same manner. His slices became somewhat sloppy as if he didn't care and he became more violent. His long brown hair swayed with every movement that he made, and it seemed that every stroke was harder. The clanging of knives and swords became louder and louder and Mithfalmawen thought that her ears would burst. Then suddenly with a mighty blow, Tancal's sword came down upon Nuinwath's armor. The force caused Nuinwath to falter, and he went down to one knee. Tancal paused and silently watched his teacher breathe slowly.
"Tis it that my guardian is out of shape, or tis it that he is becoming too old to handle one so young?" laughed Tancal. "Mithfalmawen, look! I have won! By the power of this magnificent sword, the great Nuinwath has-"
Before he was able to finish his sentence, Nuinwath was upon him like a wild bear. He leaped up and knocked Tancal's sword out of his hand. Tancal was certainly surprised, and he gasped with pain as he received a blow in the stomach. All of the air had left his lungs. Nuinwath then grabbed Tancal by the neck, and brought him down to the ground. There he had had him pinned to the earth like a wiggling worm begging to be let free.
Mithfalmawen was silent. Everything had happened so fast, but she had seen this happen before. She quietly laughed and said, "Tancal, when will you learn? You cannot beat your teacher. He knows too much!"
"Nuinwath! I give up! I quit, please, let me have air!" Tancal gasped as his face reddened.
"Yes. When will he learn, that is the question, Mithfalmawen." Nuinwath loosened his grip from his student's neck and rose from the ground.
Tancal coughed and breathed deeply.
"I didn't know that an elf of your stature knew such savage tactics, sir. And you tricked me. You acted as if you had fallen," he said.
"Ah, there is proof that you need more training my friend. Out on the battlefields, the orcs may play tricks. Dirtier tricks than that. They are fiendish and vile creatures. They will do anything to defeat you. Strike them down. You defeat THEM. That is your goal. And once again I tell you - you need not put so much faith in these weapons. One day they will fail you. Such savage tactics will come in use that day. You will not join the army until you accept that fact. You still have much to learn my pupil. I have to hold you back."
Nuinwath started to leave, but Tancal jumped up and caught him in the nape of the neck with a small knife from under his belt. Nuinwath felt the cold, hard steel on his skin. He looked at Tancal's face and saw the sweat on his brow and the seriousness of his manner.
"A real soldier does not attack one when he is off-guard or unarmed," said Nuinwath.
"I do believe that it does not matter to me when I am on the battle field. All I know is that you are the enemy, and I will do whatever it takes to defeat you. That is my goal, and I will use whatever tactics that I deem necessary."
A flash of honor shined in Tancal's eyes, and the two elves stood and stared in silence. After a few moments Mithfalmawen could not bear it any more.
"Tancal! What's gotten into you!?" She walked up to him and pulled his arm down.
Tancal had tears in his eyes. "Sir, you know it is my dream to live as my father did. I want to be like him. I want to protect our land, as he did when he passed that horrible day. Do not hold me back. It is my duty."
He stood proud and at that moment Nuinwath thought that Enedvagor, father of Tancal, was standing right before him. But Nuinwath's face was twisted as if he were in a great dilemma. He turned and walked to the side of the river, and gazed at the water and then to the sky above. His heart and his mind were having a war inside of him. He silently thought, "I should not permit him to join. He cannot suffer the same fate as his father. I could not bear it." This subject was making Nuinwath too emotional, for he was there that day with Enedvagor when he fell. The memories were flooding back now, and Nuinwath could barely look at Tancal without having a lump form in his throat. But then the last words of Enedvagor rung clear in his head, and suddenly he knew what he must do. He closed his eyes and slightly shook his head, and then turned back to where Tancal and Mithfalmawen were standing.
"My dear friend, you have shown your valor. You have intelligence and strength. That is known. The only reason I counsel you to not join us out in the menacing world is because of your father and his fate. I do not want to see you meet the same. But if you say that it is your duty, then I can say nothing else." He slightly paused, and glanced down to the ground, and then back up to Tancal. "I shall give word to Lord Elrond that you have passed my test. My compliments, sir. You are to become a soldier." Nuinwath graciously bowed, and then quickly picked up his weapons and went on his way.
Tancal stood for a moment in sheer amazement. His dream had come true. He had finally passed the test. The tears in his eyes started to flow, but from happiness. He embraced Mithfalmawen and they danced in celebration.
"Can you believe it? Your father is going to proclaim me a soldier!" said Tancal.
"He is going to be incredibly proud of you dear friend. But not any more than I! Come, let us tell all that we see!"
And with that, the two ran off with not a care in the perilous world.
Howdy all! First off, thanks for showing interest in my story. Let's see. Where can I start?
Of course, I don't own Tolkien or any of the characters. I'm simply borrowing them. But I DO own the characters that I created (the ones that don't sound familiar at all). And ya know what? I really don't care if anyone uses them Feel free if you're lead. I just don't care about that kind of stuff. I'm carefree and easy-going about it all.
About the story line- yes, I have messed with it quite a bit. Don't flame me for adding and twisting things. This is MY story, not yours. I will do what I like with it. (The only reason I'm being so "nyah" about this is because I've read some of the horrible notes some people have left on other stories… needless to say, I do not want those. No thank you. If you don't have anything nice to say, say nothing at all!)
I will take constructive criticism, but ONLY if you're nice about it. I'm sensitive, haha.
I also want to tell you that I'm writing this story with a friend. As of right now, this is all that I've written. We're working on it, and yes – we are including ALL members of the fellowship in this, not just Legolas. (So you don't have to be like, Oh it's another one of those!! lol) I'm covering his part, along with Boromir's, Gimli's, and Gandalf's. Crystal (my friend) is writing the part that includes Frodo and Sam, and I guess you can say that we're both fusing ideas about Merry and Pippin. This is a work in progress, and it might take a while! And if you get confused about all the characters.. just tell me and I'll try to put an explanation up. I've created many. (For instance – Legolas has a sister *gasp* and Elrond has another daughter! *double gasp* lol I don't think it's that bad…)
When the story begins, it's set in Rivendell. There might be little quirks in the story-line here and there.. I'm not perfect by no means! And I decided to make Legolas come early, before everyone else. Don't ask why… maybe because he's my favorite. Hehe.
Oh well, but I DO want to know what YOU, the reader thinks. With that said.. proceed! Please read and review! Thanks!
** *** ** ***
*A Duel*
Rivendell had a feeling of calmness that afternoon. The wind was ever so lightly blowing, and the birds offered their songs. Down by the river, the peacefulness was somewhat interrupted by a duel.
There by the riverside sat Mithfalmawen. She looked like a fairy that day. She wore a pale lavender dress. Her hair was tied back in an entanglement of braids. The sun that was shining down gave a tinge of pink to her cheeks. She had been sitting for nearly an hour now. She sat in wonder as she watched what was happening before her. Her best friend Tancal was fighting his protector Nuinwath; not in anger or hate, but fighting for respect. Both figures moved with vigor and speed. It was amazing to Mithfalmawen how fast they could move with the heaviness of the armor that they bore. Tancal's face was set with concentration. His grace had not yet been perfected which could be shown when compared to Nuinwath. Nuinwath was his protector, and his teacher. He outnumbered Tancal in many years. His elegance and experience with knives and swords was revealed in that very moment. This was a test for Tancal, to see if he was ready to join the Elven army, and in no way would Nuinwath be careless in determining this factor. He dearly loved Tancal, and he has experienced many a war in his lifetime, and does not wish to send him unprepared to any destination whether it be a mere patrol or fierce battle.
Tancal's eyes had a certain look, as if he had gone wild. He felt that he deserved to win this engagement, and he knew in his heart that he would. But Nuinwath had the same wild look, as if he were to match his pupil's eyes and his body started in the same manner. His slices became somewhat sloppy as if he didn't care and he became more violent. His long brown hair swayed with every movement that he made, and it seemed that every stroke was harder. The clanging of knives and swords became louder and louder and Mithfalmawen thought that her ears would burst. Then suddenly with a mighty blow, Tancal's sword came down upon Nuinwath's armor. The force caused Nuinwath to falter, and he went down to one knee. Tancal paused and silently watched his teacher breathe slowly.
"Tis it that my guardian is out of shape, or tis it that he is becoming too old to handle one so young?" laughed Tancal. "Mithfalmawen, look! I have won! By the power of this magnificent sword, the great Nuinwath has-"
Before he was able to finish his sentence, Nuinwath was upon him like a wild bear. He leaped up and knocked Tancal's sword out of his hand. Tancal was certainly surprised, and he gasped with pain as he received a blow in the stomach. All of the air had left his lungs. Nuinwath then grabbed Tancal by the neck, and brought him down to the ground. There he had had him pinned to the earth like a wiggling worm begging to be let free.
Mithfalmawen was silent. Everything had happened so fast, but she had seen this happen before. She quietly laughed and said, "Tancal, when will you learn? You cannot beat your teacher. He knows too much!"
"Nuinwath! I give up! I quit, please, let me have air!" Tancal gasped as his face reddened.
"Yes. When will he learn, that is the question, Mithfalmawen." Nuinwath loosened his grip from his student's neck and rose from the ground.
Tancal coughed and breathed deeply.
"I didn't know that an elf of your stature knew such savage tactics, sir. And you tricked me. You acted as if you had fallen," he said.
"Ah, there is proof that you need more training my friend. Out on the battlefields, the orcs may play tricks. Dirtier tricks than that. They are fiendish and vile creatures. They will do anything to defeat you. Strike them down. You defeat THEM. That is your goal. And once again I tell you - you need not put so much faith in these weapons. One day they will fail you. Such savage tactics will come in use that day. You will not join the army until you accept that fact. You still have much to learn my pupil. I have to hold you back."
Nuinwath started to leave, but Tancal jumped up and caught him in the nape of the neck with a small knife from under his belt. Nuinwath felt the cold, hard steel on his skin. He looked at Tancal's face and saw the sweat on his brow and the seriousness of his manner.
"A real soldier does not attack one when he is off-guard or unarmed," said Nuinwath.
"I do believe that it does not matter to me when I am on the battle field. All I know is that you are the enemy, and I will do whatever it takes to defeat you. That is my goal, and I will use whatever tactics that I deem necessary."
A flash of honor shined in Tancal's eyes, and the two elves stood and stared in silence. After a few moments Mithfalmawen could not bear it any more.
"Tancal! What's gotten into you!?" She walked up to him and pulled his arm down.
Tancal had tears in his eyes. "Sir, you know it is my dream to live as my father did. I want to be like him. I want to protect our land, as he did when he passed that horrible day. Do not hold me back. It is my duty."
He stood proud and at that moment Nuinwath thought that Enedvagor, father of Tancal, was standing right before him. But Nuinwath's face was twisted as if he were in a great dilemma. He turned and walked to the side of the river, and gazed at the water and then to the sky above. His heart and his mind were having a war inside of him. He silently thought, "I should not permit him to join. He cannot suffer the same fate as his father. I could not bear it." This subject was making Nuinwath too emotional, for he was there that day with Enedvagor when he fell. The memories were flooding back now, and Nuinwath could barely look at Tancal without having a lump form in his throat. But then the last words of Enedvagor rung clear in his head, and suddenly he knew what he must do. He closed his eyes and slightly shook his head, and then turned back to where Tancal and Mithfalmawen were standing.
"My dear friend, you have shown your valor. You have intelligence and strength. That is known. The only reason I counsel you to not join us out in the menacing world is because of your father and his fate. I do not want to see you meet the same. But if you say that it is your duty, then I can say nothing else." He slightly paused, and glanced down to the ground, and then back up to Tancal. "I shall give word to Lord Elrond that you have passed my test. My compliments, sir. You are to become a soldier." Nuinwath graciously bowed, and then quickly picked up his weapons and went on his way.
Tancal stood for a moment in sheer amazement. His dream had come true. He had finally passed the test. The tears in his eyes started to flow, but from happiness. He embraced Mithfalmawen and they danced in celebration.
"Can you believe it? Your father is going to proclaim me a soldier!" said Tancal.
"He is going to be incredibly proud of you dear friend. But not any more than I! Come, let us tell all that we see!"
And with that, the two ran off with not a care in the perilous world.