Anything you recognize isn't mine, anything you don't recognize is mine.
This story takes place in the 1980's in Europe. The girl is 20. She has been staying with her aunt for the summer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 Past or Present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A young women sat astride a silver horse. Her name was Renon. She was fair with pale skin, blue eyes, and golden copper hair. Also her ears were strangely pointed like an elves. The moon was full and high in the sky. She was taking a ride through a forest known as Elves Wood. Everyone said that evil lurked in there. By evil they meant elves. Renon looked around. The woods were quiet, peaceful, and gorgeous. She believed non of the rumors. Renon knew nothing of her heritage. Though through some strain she hoped that she had some elf in her.
She had been out for hours and decided to turn back. Renon spoke to her horse, Celebel (Silver Star) kel-eb-el, and off he went like fire was at his heels. Celebel was a fast horse and no horse could outrun him even if Shadow Fax were still alive. What had taken hours at a walk took about ten minutes at a canter. Coming up the driveway, all was quiet, too quiet. Like the quiet before a storm. All the lights in the house and barn where off. She dismounted and started towards the barn. Celebel snorted and pranced. Something is coming and its not good, he seemed to say.
Renon reading her horse's actions, sprang lightly onto his back. Celebel didn't have a harness nor did he ever need one. Non of the horses Renon rode ever needed a harness. The storm suddenly exploded. Orcs came up from behind her. There was only one means of escape. That was a closed gate about four feet high. Renon spoke to her horse in a language she didn't understand but it seemed natural to her. Celebel did understand it though, he turned, and sprinted towards the gate. All of a sudden he leaped into the air, over the fence and landed safely on the other side. Celebel didn't stop he galloped towards the road.
Orcs were in front and behind her. Remembering the sword at her side. She unsheathed it and urged her horse forward. As she went any orc that dared to get to close was rendered headless. Up a hill and into Elves Wood they went. Finally when she was deep in the woods she stopped. There were no orcs to be seen. Renon noticed a bow lying on the floor of leaves. The bow was finely crafted in elvish fashion but Renon didn't know this. It had gold decorations climbing on it like vines. She slipped from her horse's back and picked up the bow. Not far from where the bow had been there was blood. Renon decided to follow the trail. As she went the blood trail grew. Finally she mounted and continued to follow the trail.
Ahead she saw something lying among the leaves. Renon dismounted and wandered slowly towards it. She had seen enough drawings to know what it was. It wasn't an animal or human, but an elf. A wounded elf. The elf was a male with a fair face and golden blond hair. The elf's face showed pain and agony. Without warning three orcs jumped out of a near by shrub.
"We've found him now", stated one of them.
When they saw Renon they attacked. Luckily she hadn't put down the sword and with three swift strokes beheaded them. The elf who had regained conciseness saw it happen before darkness came over him again. Renon quickly lifted the elf onto her horse. She then remounted and said to her horse, " They called you the elf horse. You know where the elves of this forest are. Hasten to them." With that Celebel took off. She urged and urged her horse to go swiftly.
The elf went in and out of conciseness. When they reached the elf city in the heart of the woods the elf was losing his battle for life. Renon had given him all the strength she could. Celebel stopped in front of ten elves.
"Who are you and were do you come from," asked one of them.
"I am Renon. I found this elf lying in the leaves. He is wounded badly." She answered. Looking around she found strung bows aiming for her. Renon slipped from her horses back. Carefully she took the elf down.
"Legolas," cried an elf, "what have you done to him."
"Nothing. I found a blood trail and followed it. Like I said he was lying in the leaves. If I had done something why did I bring him ere. Wouldn't I have just killed him and left him." She protested.
"Ellon, take her horse and put it in the stable. When your done show her to some lodging." said an elf by the name of Galadil.
"I will take care of my own horse," Renon said angrily.
"Fine then. Ellon go with her and when she's done show her to her lodging." answered Galadil.
This story takes place in the 1980's in Europe. The girl is 20. She has been staying with her aunt for the summer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 Past or Present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A young women sat astride a silver horse. Her name was Renon. She was fair with pale skin, blue eyes, and golden copper hair. Also her ears were strangely pointed like an elves. The moon was full and high in the sky. She was taking a ride through a forest known as Elves Wood. Everyone said that evil lurked in there. By evil they meant elves. Renon looked around. The woods were quiet, peaceful, and gorgeous. She believed non of the rumors. Renon knew nothing of her heritage. Though through some strain she hoped that she had some elf in her.
She had been out for hours and decided to turn back. Renon spoke to her horse, Celebel (Silver Star) kel-eb-el, and off he went like fire was at his heels. Celebel was a fast horse and no horse could outrun him even if Shadow Fax were still alive. What had taken hours at a walk took about ten minutes at a canter. Coming up the driveway, all was quiet, too quiet. Like the quiet before a storm. All the lights in the house and barn where off. She dismounted and started towards the barn. Celebel snorted and pranced. Something is coming and its not good, he seemed to say.
Renon reading her horse's actions, sprang lightly onto his back. Celebel didn't have a harness nor did he ever need one. Non of the horses Renon rode ever needed a harness. The storm suddenly exploded. Orcs came up from behind her. There was only one means of escape. That was a closed gate about four feet high. Renon spoke to her horse in a language she didn't understand but it seemed natural to her. Celebel did understand it though, he turned, and sprinted towards the gate. All of a sudden he leaped into the air, over the fence and landed safely on the other side. Celebel didn't stop he galloped towards the road.
Orcs were in front and behind her. Remembering the sword at her side. She unsheathed it and urged her horse forward. As she went any orc that dared to get to close was rendered headless. Up a hill and into Elves Wood they went. Finally when she was deep in the woods she stopped. There were no orcs to be seen. Renon noticed a bow lying on the floor of leaves. The bow was finely crafted in elvish fashion but Renon didn't know this. It had gold decorations climbing on it like vines. She slipped from her horse's back and picked up the bow. Not far from where the bow had been there was blood. Renon decided to follow the trail. As she went the blood trail grew. Finally she mounted and continued to follow the trail.
Ahead she saw something lying among the leaves. Renon dismounted and wandered slowly towards it. She had seen enough drawings to know what it was. It wasn't an animal or human, but an elf. A wounded elf. The elf was a male with a fair face and golden blond hair. The elf's face showed pain and agony. Without warning three orcs jumped out of a near by shrub.
"We've found him now", stated one of them.
When they saw Renon they attacked. Luckily she hadn't put down the sword and with three swift strokes beheaded them. The elf who had regained conciseness saw it happen before darkness came over him again. Renon quickly lifted the elf onto her horse. She then remounted and said to her horse, " They called you the elf horse. You know where the elves of this forest are. Hasten to them." With that Celebel took off. She urged and urged her horse to go swiftly.
The elf went in and out of conciseness. When they reached the elf city in the heart of the woods the elf was losing his battle for life. Renon had given him all the strength she could. Celebel stopped in front of ten elves.
"Who are you and were do you come from," asked one of them.
"I am Renon. I found this elf lying in the leaves. He is wounded badly." She answered. Looking around she found strung bows aiming for her. Renon slipped from her horses back. Carefully she took the elf down.
"Legolas," cried an elf, "what have you done to him."
"Nothing. I found a blood trail and followed it. Like I said he was lying in the leaves. If I had done something why did I bring him ere. Wouldn't I have just killed him and left him." She protested.
"Ellon, take her horse and put it in the stable. When your done show her to some lodging." said an elf by the name of Galadil.
"I will take care of my own horse," Renon said angrily.
"Fine then. Ellon go with her and when she's done show her to her lodging." answered Galadil.