Disclaimer: Bweeee, don't shoot! I don't own LotR! Not even the Mirkwood Realm (though I wish I did). But I DO own Sil-Gathien and my friend owns Elvie (Elvorfindra), so ha! *Sticks tongue out*
Also, thanks for all the WONDERFUL reviews on the old version of Absolute Zero! Thankyou thankyou! I know it wasn't up for too long, but thanks to
KarateElf (my FAVE author), Tara, and Migratory_coconut for the reviews! Thanks again (and no, even though it takes place in Mirkwood, it is NOT a Legolas romance ((Thank Mithros!)))!
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Golden leaves danced playfully around Sil-Gathien as she quietly strolled through the forests of Northern Mirkwood. The thick foliage provided an excellent place to ponder complicated decisions. The elf turned abruptly to see her friend, Elvorfindra, bathed in the silver moonlight.
"This isn't the time, Elvorfindra," said Sil-Gathien gravely.
"Oh?" asked Elvorfindra. "Time for what? My assistance? It sure appears as if you could use it."
Her blue eyes danced wildly with the night's dangerous feel.
"You have been acting strange lately. What troubles you?"
"You are not involved in this affair," Sil replied testily. All Elvorfindra was doing was tightening her already taut nerves.
The icy winds blew ebony wisps of hair across her face. She hastily brushed them back and her gray eyes glared angrily at her friend.
The reason Sil couldn't tell Elvorfindra about her troubles wasn't because of lack of trust- as a matter-of-fact, she didn't know what the problem was herself. She knew only that something was wrong. The smell of fresh blood stained the pure forest air.
Quick footsteps interrupted the silence.
"M'lady!" a warrior cried, addressing Elvorfindra. "The realm of Northern Mirkwood is under attack! Our archers are preparing for battle! This is bad- worse than usual. Roughly five thousand Uruk-Hai are attacking. We may even need the maidens to fight."
"Our untrained females? Nonsense!" She cried.
"We can fight. Why not our other females?" Sil piped up.
Elvorfindra sighed.
"Fine. Hand out the practice glaives to the less-experienced, broadswords to the experts. Move!" she commanded. "Oh, and Amélas?"
"Yes m'lady?"
"Why did you ask me? Why not Thranduil?"
"He's, erm, busy," replied Amélas.
"Ah. Run along and pass out the weapons like I instructed."
"Do we have to fight?" Sil asked Elvorfindra.
"Of course. Grab your bow, and, just in case, your knives," replied the calm Elvorfindra.
"But m'lady-"
"Don't call me that."
"But Elvorfindra, I have little experience with a bow in war, and even less with a knife."
"That is okay. These maidens have even less experience. Most have none."
Also, thanks for all the WONDERFUL reviews on the old version of Absolute Zero! Thankyou thankyou! I know it wasn't up for too long, but thanks to
KarateElf (my FAVE author), Tara, and Migratory_coconut for the reviews! Thanks again (and no, even though it takes place in Mirkwood, it is NOT a Legolas romance ((Thank Mithros!)))!
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Golden leaves danced playfully around Sil-Gathien as she quietly strolled through the forests of Northern Mirkwood. The thick foliage provided an excellent place to ponder complicated decisions. The elf turned abruptly to see her friend, Elvorfindra, bathed in the silver moonlight.
"This isn't the time, Elvorfindra," said Sil-Gathien gravely.
"Oh?" asked Elvorfindra. "Time for what? My assistance? It sure appears as if you could use it."
Her blue eyes danced wildly with the night's dangerous feel.
"You have been acting strange lately. What troubles you?"
"You are not involved in this affair," Sil replied testily. All Elvorfindra was doing was tightening her already taut nerves.
The icy winds blew ebony wisps of hair across her face. She hastily brushed them back and her gray eyes glared angrily at her friend.
The reason Sil couldn't tell Elvorfindra about her troubles wasn't because of lack of trust- as a matter-of-fact, she didn't know what the problem was herself. She knew only that something was wrong. The smell of fresh blood stained the pure forest air.
Quick footsteps interrupted the silence.
"M'lady!" a warrior cried, addressing Elvorfindra. "The realm of Northern Mirkwood is under attack! Our archers are preparing for battle! This is bad- worse than usual. Roughly five thousand Uruk-Hai are attacking. We may even need the maidens to fight."
"Our untrained females? Nonsense!" She cried.
"We can fight. Why not our other females?" Sil piped up.
Elvorfindra sighed.
"Fine. Hand out the practice glaives to the less-experienced, broadswords to the experts. Move!" she commanded. "Oh, and Amélas?"
"Yes m'lady?"
"Why did you ask me? Why not Thranduil?"
"He's, erm, busy," replied Amélas.
"Ah. Run along and pass out the weapons like I instructed."
"Do we have to fight?" Sil asked Elvorfindra.
"Of course. Grab your bow, and, just in case, your knives," replied the calm Elvorfindra.
"But m'lady-"
"Don't call me that."
"But Elvorfindra, I have little experience with a bow in war, and even less with a knife."
"That is okay. These maidens have even less experience. Most have none."
