Greetings my fellow Hobbits, no?
Elves? Better?
Anyway, I've decided to write a LOTR story. Hope it goes as I planned. Please ignore all the specific details of the books/movies…
I love them, but my brain is so muddled with other fanfiction stories that some of my facts are a bit affected. I've also adjusted a few things in the before LOTR FOTR 'history'.
I hope this story is something different…if not…I still hope you enjoy it.
And if you don't…I've got a Balrog in my basement and he is very hungry
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Tolkien's work. The only thing I own is my imagination…
Enjoy….
Ava halted when Lorien came into view. The mysterious trees stretched out like a thick dark green line over the horizon and a strange silence emanated from their shadows. Ava chewed nervously on her bottom lip, unsure of what to do next. She knew that even though she could not see the elves, they were watching her intently. It must be a rare sight to see a human woman riding alone in these lands. She wondered if they are as the people in Gondor described them. Cold, dangerous, mysterious and beautiful. Oh and immortal… But most of them have never even seen an elf, so Ava was not too worried about superstitious talk. She did not even know elves existed! Well, they definitely did not exist on Earth, but Middle-Earth was a complete new world with strange possibilities.
Orion, her horse, sifted impatiently, twitching his ears irritably. He could undoubtedly also feel the abnormal stillness in the air. Ava wondered if Orion had ever encountered elves before and if he was just as anxious as she was. He, after all was `n Horse from Middle-Earth and might be more relaxed than she was.
The sun was shining hot on Ava's back and the heat was becoming almost just as unbearable as the silence. A light sheen of sweat gathered on her brow and she wiped at it with the back of her hand. The cool shadows of the trees almost seemed inviting now compared to the unforgivable glare of the sun. Out of habit, Ava glanced down at her ring and saw the stone glinting bright yellow. It was a gift from her father when she was little. It was almost like a mood ring that changed colour in different climates, but this one was more accurate compared to them. Ava's heart squeezed uncomfortably when she thought about her father, but she pushed the thoughts back and focused on her 'mission'.
Ava lifted her head back up to the forest and shielded her eyes from the light to see further.
No movement.
Seeing that the elves did not yet acknowledged her presence, Ava lightly pressed her feet against the horse and as Orion started a slow gallop, she steered him towards the border. His hooves seemed to thud more deafeningly than before.
Ava neared the woods' bordered when a silver moving glint in the sky caught her eye. She jerked on the leather reigns of the horse, instructing him to halt. The glint headed at an alarming speed towards her, but she did not move from her spot. She knew that with the perfect aim of the elves, the warning arrow would either pass over her head or land just in front of her. Or so she was once told.
Still, it was nerve-racking to know that she was probably being observed by an army of elven archers.
Ava watched as a perfect silver arrow struck the ground before her. Not knowing what to do next, she slowly raised her hands in the air, indicating that she meant no harm.
The silence was broken when the rapid sound of hooves drifted through the air trailed by a light bell-like ringing. Ava watched as a male figure on a white horse approached her. The unmistakable dark brown lustre of elven hair whipped over his shoulders and Ava was suddenly struck speechless. This was her first encounter with an elf! Her heart made nervous little stutters in her chest. How does one react when encountering a mystical creature? Ava took a deep breath and watched as the elf halted in front of her.
She was taken aback by the extreme beauty of the man and for a moment all thoughts of etiquette vanished. Ava stared shamelessly open mouthed at the person in front of her. His pale face was strong, accentuated with high cheek bones and a firm, tight jaw. His grey eyes seemed to demand respect and authority, but Ava could also detect something else. Besides the intimidating stare, she also noticed the little twinkle of curiosity there.
"Man gonoded eraid derithach?" the elf demanded in his fair language.
Man gonoded eraid derithach? – What are you doing here?
So any good? I know not much to work on, but if I get one review….I'll post the next chapter….and dedicate it to him/her…
Just to clear things up a bit, in this story the LOTR books does not exist. Well, none of Tolkien's book exists. This is a complete new world to Ava and is not fictional.
Oh, and I'm looking for a Beta. Know anybody good?
Love,
The Poet