My first ever fanfiction. Hope you like it (:
Sadly I do not own anything from Lord of the Rings or Troy. But I DO own Alannah and Vanya (:
Chapter 1:
"Drego Vanya, drego!" The tall, brunette elf urged her horse as they raced through the forest. They flew, with both their manes flying out behind them. The elf looked back, and saw the orcs they were being chased by gaining on them.
"Nuuta," she muttered to herself. Vanya was the fastest horse in Arda, save for Shadowfax. But she had been galloping for the better part of 3 days now, and she was beginning to tire. The elf slowed her horse down to a slow canter while she looked for a cave, or anywhere actually, where they could hide. A doorway appeared between two trees. The elf, desperate, rode Vanya through the doorway. Suddenly she felt like she was falling, down, down, down. Vanya and her rider suddenly landed, hitting the ground with a thud. As Vanya stumbled off to the side, the elf turned, looking back. She could not see the orcs, but she heard them swearing as they fell. She urged Vanya on, making her run so fast she almost collapsed. She had to escape those orcs. She heard an arrow wiz by, then another. Ducking, she felt for sure this was going to be the end. She, Alannah, Princess of Mirkwood would die who knows where, and at the hands of psychopathic orcs at that.
"Oh WHY did I leave my bow and arrow at home?" she muttered to herself as yet another arrow shot past her, dangerously close. Just then Vanya let out a scream. "Oh crap," Alannah muttered to herself at she turned around and saw the arrow sticking out of her horse's rump. She knew they could not outrun the orcs any longer, so with a swift leap she jumped on Vanya, and landed gracefully onto the ground. Facing a band of 20 orcs, unarmed was suicide, even for an elf skilled in combat. The orcs kept shooting arrows as they closed in, some missing, but a few striking Alannah's shoulder. The orc who seemed to be leader, pulled out his sword, about to strike. She was already beginning to feel faint from the immense pain of the arrow wounds, the fact that she knew she was going to die was not helping anything.
Abruptly one of the orcs fell, then another. "I SMELL MAN FLESH!" one yelled.
All but the leader left, who was menacingly moving towards Alannah. Just when she thought she would soon be heading towards Mandos's Hall, the orc in front of her let out a sort of breathless gasp, and the tip of a sword peaked out of his chest. "All you alright?" her rescuer asked just as she lost consciousness.
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"Hector, Is she alright?"
"I think so. She should be just fine when we remove those arrows from her shoulder."
"Oh thank the gods. I would get killed if anything happened to her." Paris remarked as he walked out of the tent to get some water.
Just as Hector was about to call after his brother and ask why, Alannah's eyes fluttered open. "Ah you're awake" Hector observed.
"Pedich Edhellen?"
"I don't believe she understands us," Hector observed.
Alannah's eyes widened when she saw Paris. "Legolas!" she exclaimed.
"Man mathach nînosellë?"
Hector just stared at his brother with a very confused look on his face.
"Well how does it look like I feel?" Alannah retorted, switching into a tongue Hector could understand.
"Brother what did you just ask? How do you even know this person? And why the heck does she have pointy ears?"
"Legolas, who is this?"
"Looks like you have a lot of explaining to do brother…"
"…so start talking"
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Drego Vanya, drego –means flee Vanya, flee. I know flee isn't exactly the best word for this situation but I couldn't come up with a better one.
Arda- Middle Earth.
Nuuta – Damn
Pedich Edhellen? – Do you speak elvish?
Man mathach nînosellë – How do you feel my sister?
Author's Note:Ok so like I mentioned, this is my first ever fanfiction, not to mention my first ever cross over story. And I'm sure my elvish is a little off so if anyone would like to correct it please feel free to do so in a review. The next chapter should be up soon.