I do not own Lord of the Rings, or it's character's except my own, Leena.
Chapter Two
(Leena's POV)
I woke up feeling colder than usual, and a distant grunting in the back of my head. I felt the world shifting beneath, flying from my feet...wait…
I snapped open my eyes and looked around. I stopped as a loud roar echoed, a roar of shrill pitch, like the squealing of a pig, and another like a lions. I turned my head and saw a foul looking monster, its hide black, black as tar with white marks on its face, and its face like that of an ugly pig and a cat. I stiffened in fear as it knelt down to me, sticking it awful smelling fingers in my face and jerking my chin.
"You're a pretty little thing aren't ya?" it rumbled. I felt fear course through me and screamed, jerking my body and pulling at whatever had me restrained. Groans and roars filled the air as my feet impacted with my captors vile faces. Rolling my legs backward and somersaulting upright, I backed away, my noticeably bound hands held out in front of me. A growl came from the one who touched me and it held in its hand a long sharp weapon, the end of it arching up and pointing. I watched as he lunged and I swerved to the side, scraping the ropes that held my hands together against the weapon and freeing myself. Others grabbed me by my arms and legs and I kicked their faces, headbutted back into them, and elbowed them in their stomachs. I was soon dropped, landing on the balls of my bare feet and I sprinted across the dry ground, running as fast as I could across the dark forest, the leaves grey and black and the branches twisted inwards. I looked back to see them almost catching up to me and ran faster, pushing myself harder.
'Go Leena. Fucking run, run as fast as you can. You don't know where the fuck you are but you know this: Run.' I chanted in my head. My head rolled back to a tune that always helped me feel the adrenaline, of the rush of running fill my body and soon I could feel nothing but the hard wind pushing into my face. I ran, leaping over a fallen tree and not finding a good footing, found myself rolling down a leaf covered hill, bruising my arms, but I didn't care. I got back up and sprinted, running through the thickest cover I could find, my hands jutting back and forth from my view as my feet slapped against the hard ground.
Panic and desperation rose into my stomach as I realized I was alone, stranded, in a strange place, in a place close to a nightmare. Beasts chasing after me and I was running away to a direction that I wasn't sure had any help, shelter, or food for that matter.
An arrow whipped by me, scratching my arm and I didn't bother to look back. I stumbled as I stopped to find a huge rushing river in front of me, stony bottom and rocky edges, the possibility of drowning, but I didn't care. I jumped and dove straight in and pumped my feet, my legs and arms pushing myself across. A couple more arrows were shot into the water and two had caught in my side below my rib and in my shoulder blade. I grabbed onto a rock on the other shore of the river and hauled myself up, stumbling onto the stones and wincing as their rocky edges cut into my flesh. I regained my fear and kept running, jumping through the branches of tall pines, and running down a long patch of land. I didn't want to look back. I ran for an hour, straight, then jogged, and walked down a winding pathway of stone. I stopped and felt my breath catch in my throat.
It was miraculous.
A valley of waterfalls and rivers.
A city, a building, an actual place. A mansion maybe, but I didn't care. If no one was there, it meant shelter for the time being, but as I stood there on the very edge of a winding walkway across a rock face, I took notice of men wearing strange armor, helmets and weapons standing above me. I stiffened and slowly walked underneath, stealthily making my way down the path. I then broke into a sprint and leapt from one pathway onto another, falling great lengths, not wanting to run any longer and attempt to withstand the pain of such grand jumps onto stone until I finally caught myself on my hands and finally landed on plain ground, then looked up to see a great arch with beautiful designs. I stood from my unusual crouch, then stiffened as out of nowhere, in the blink of an eye, I was surround by arrows. But these were people, at least that's what I guessed, they only had pointed ears and made me feel like the foulest creature to ever be made in comparison to their beauty. A man stepped forward to me, wearing a long red robe, a silver crown on his head and long black hair, longer than I'd ever get mine to grow. I stared and looked at him. He narrowed his eyes at me.
"What are you doing here?" he asked with a deep foreboding voice. I swallowed then looked around.
"I ran. To here...I didn't think…" I started, but then felt the need to take a deep breath, so I did. As I fell to rest my hands on my shaking knees, a man let loose an arrow into my arm. I winced but took the wound, ripping the arrow out and dropping it to the ground. I took a deep breath then straightened and looked at the man.
"I was unaware that this place would inhabited by people with arrows, I was merely running for my life by strange ugly, smelly, beasts." I said, closing my eyes and shaking my head in disgust.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked, stepping forward. I was getting pissed.
"Giant fucking beasts with black skin, foul smell, they had fucking white marks all over their skin!" I roared, baring my teeth at the dumb man. His eyebrows shot up, shocked, and another archer pressed his arrowhead to my throat. I turned and looked at him in the eye.
"You dare lose that arrow into my jugular, I will take your head from your shoulders." I growled to him, glaring. The man in front made a motion with his hand and the archers backed off. I suddenly felt him take my hand and surprise was written across my face.
"My name is Elrond of Imladris." He said, gently pulling me towards him as he walked. I held his hand and gazed at him. We began to walk towards the great buildings of white and grey, or perhaps it was green. Once we were out of the archers earshot, I looked to Elrond.
"Sir, I am sorry about my rudeness, I just wasn't expecting to be bombarded again." I said to him apologetically. He nodded, glancing at me and stopped. He walked behind and touched the arrows in my back lightly.
"How are you standing this much pain?" he asked, almost confounded with pure wonderment.
"I can take a lot of pain. Plus my body's running off of pure fear, so the adrenaline has numbed out the pain, but soon this is going to hurt." I said, bowing my head. He walked swiftly ahead of me and began calling out in a language I didn't understand. Soon beautiful women surrounded me and Elrond vanished from sight. They guided me quickly down halls to finally set me down on a gorgeous bed, and one pulled the arrow from my shoulder quickly, another random lady pulling the two from my rib to which I let out a yelp and covered my wound. The women left hurriedly, speaking in illustrious hushed tones while one stayed and looked into my eyes.
"Remove your clothes." she said. I looked at her then looked down, uncomfortable, and stood. I took off my black tank top, slipped off my shorts and underwear and stood before her naked. She turned, picking up a small box, and opened it. She dipped her fingers into a thick, creamy substance and slid it over my arm, walking behind me to run it across my wound below my ribs and across the one on my shoulder. She closed the box, set it down on a small table, and turned to me.
"Sleep, young one. We will discuss your fate tomorrow." she said, bowing her head, then shut the doors to the room. I looked around, then slid into the bed and faced the windows.
I closed my eyes, wishing to truly wake up.
******Legolas (Next Day)
My Elven warriors and I approached the great entrance to Rivendell, halting our galloping horses and I leapt off, gazing over the glorious haven of Elven kind. I walked swiftly forth to grasp Elrond's hand and pat his other arm as he did the same to me. I smiled.
"Lord Elrond, you grace us." I said. He returned with a closed mouth smile, the closest I had ever seen him smile. A look of regret crossed his eyes and it was then I felt the blood between our hands. I didn't have to look down, I could smell it. We walked off to the side and pulled our hands part.
"What do you smell, Legolas, son of Thranduil?" he asked. I raised the blood upon my hand to my nose and looked at my hand confused.
"Orc poison." I said. Elrond sighed. I looked up at him with concern as his hands returned to their previous state, being folded in front of him.
"A young girl leapt from the steep cliffs of the stone stairwell and claimed she was hunted by orcs. Shot three times, the girl may not survive the poison." he said solemnly.
"How far has she travelled?" I asked. He shook his head in answer.
"I would like to meet this girl. Is she Elven?" I asked. He shook his head.
"A female of Man?" I asked. Elrond shook his head again.
"What then?"
"She is something I have never seen before Legolas, I ask you to approach with caution." he said. I nodded and he bowed his head curtly, then walked swiftly down the long hall within his house and opened a door, gesturing for me to enter. I heard the door shut behind me, but every other sense I had was lost.
She had scars across her shoulders, arms and back, and her skin looked to be silk to the touch. Her hair fell in a mess of wavy black and white tendrils, her small hands cracking her knuckles, then falling back to rest in the bed. I felt...something for this girl. She finally turned to look at me and I stiffened. Her eyes held depth that even my father could not hold, not any man or Elf held that much sadness, anger, lust and love in their eyes. No, she was indeed not of Man, though she looked it. Her eyes were blue yet had rings that reminded me of snow and ice, her mouth close to the color of white but they must have been naturally plump and red.
"I am Legolas, son of Thranduil. And you are?" I asked, walking to sit upon her bed and place my hand on her thigh. She glanced at my hand then looked at me, suspicion and surprise filling her eyes.
"Leena." she answered, pulling on the blankets to cover her chest. She gazed down at the soft robe I wore and leaned to touch it. I thought she would grab a handful and pull at it, sniffing it, asking how to make it, but she did something rather odd. She ran her fingers lightly across and touched the small broach that held it together.
"A gift?" she asked, dropping her hand.
"Yes." I said. Her eyes flickered over to the stack of clothes meant for her and back to me.
"Do you mind closing your eyes?" she asked.
"Why?"
"I want to change, I'm kind of hiding my nudity under these blankets." she said. I felt heat rise to my face and boldly said quite an unnatural thing: "I have seen many naked women before, do not feel uncomfortable."
And I added a gentle smile. She narrowed her eyes then shrugged and pulled the blankets up with her to across the room, wrapped loosely around her body, then dropped them. The things I felt staring at her body was strange, foreign and...it felt exhilarating. My eyes curved along every bruise, scar and mark on her body, her smoothly pale skin in contrast to her hair. She had the build of a fighter, muscles slightly shown as she adjusted the sheer dress. It was when she took the clothes and turned to face me while putting them on that I seemingly lost all coherent thought. Her ribs slightly showed, her stomach was a little fuller than most Elf women, but it gave a beautiful curve, and her breasts were...they were…
"Bountiful." I whispered, staring. She froze and glared at me.
"What'd you say?" she asked, tilting her head and taking on an intimidating look.
"B-beautiful." I said, smiling. I faced the other direction and was digging my nails into the skin of my palms, utterly confused. I glanced back and saw her cheeks were deeply red and she was hugging herself around the waist.
"What is wrong?" I asked, standing, coming to her side. The way she smelled...Elves didn't have a smell, Man just reeked of ale and Dwarves always had bones stuck in their beards, so they smelled foul. But she….she smelled exotic, new, and tempting. A temptation that seemed to be torturing me in some unknown way.
"I'm assuming you have a girlfriend." she said, pushing her hair back with her fingers and looking at me. I shook my head in confusion. Groaning she bit her bottom lip and I felt a smirk bite the corner of my mouth but dropped it.
"A female who you engage sexual intercourse with?" she asked. I shook my head.
"Is that a shake of misunderstanding or as a No."
"I must admit, your terms are fervently strange to me, but I do know sexual and female. I do not know intercourse." I said, shrugging. Intercourse...what was that? Was it a strange term for being around large groups of people.
"Do you have a mate?" she asked. I raised my eyebrows at her and she smiled, which made me feel glorious to see.
"Aha! So you know that word." she said. I nodded.
"I do not have a mate, nor have I ever been mated, as am I never to mate. My father intends to save me for a high Lady of the Elven Council." I said. While all Elvin women were beautiful, most were the same, the exception being Arwen, who found her love in the last known descendant of Arathorn. I did not want to mate a woman so much older than me, though she may not have look it.
"Save you? You sound like a treasure to be kept well hidden." she remarked.
"I'm not very well hidden then," I said smiling at her, "Here I stand before you, and you can perceive me." I said. She blinked once then looked around the room, through me it seemed.
"Legolas, where'd you go?" she asked, walking to the other side of the room. Dread filled me and I gazed at her, shocked and fearful of perhaps a curse that had taken place. She turned to face me and burst out laughing loudly, holding her side as she caught her hand on the edge of the bed and continued to laugh, finally falling on her back, her one leg placed on the bed and laughing still.
"Your face Legolas, it was priceless!" she laughed out. My heart sped up when she said my name and heat filled shivers ran down my body. I walked to her and smiled watching her laugh, the sound even humorous to me yet beautiful at the same time. No one laughed like this, barely anyone laughed anymore in these dark times, but there she was. Laughing. I sat and looked at her.
"Did you truly not see me?" I asked. She stopped laughing for a moment and shook her head, wiping joyful tears away from her eyes.
"I did, I just wanted to see your face if I did that." she sat up and looked at me. I took her hand and backed up the bed, folding my legs. She looked at me confused.
"We have serious things to discuss now Leena." I said. I watched as the sparkle in eyes faded, as did her smile.
"What serious things?" she asked. I looked at her sternly.
"Where are you from?" I asked. She looked down, touched the palm of my hand and nodded silently to herself.
"I'm from another world." she said. I nodded, confused, but asked the next question.
"When did Orcs find you?"
"Orcs, you mean those foul creatures?" she asked. I nodded.
"I woke up being dragged by them, feet first. My hands and legs were bound by rope." she said. I looked at her confused.
"How many were there?" I asked. She closed her eyes and moved her fingers.
"Three held my legs, one touched my face, two others shot the arrows. So six." she said. I stared at her.
"How did you escape six Orcs with your hands bound?" I asked, shocked. She didn't carry any weapons and did not have help by my knowledge. She stood and pulled me up by my hand. I stood and watched her. She pulled us into the middle of the room then pressed her back into me and I felt something once more, making me stiffen and hold my breath.
"Two held me by my arms, when I headbutted them," she said, exhibiting it by taking my hands going through the motions of her defense moves. "The other two had me by my legs, which I kicked them in the face for. And finally, I elbowed the last two in their stomachs." she said, gently nudging my stomach with her elbow. I turned her around to face me.
"How did you cut the bonds?" I asked.
"When the first attacked, I kept my hands in his weapons line of sight and was well aware of the risk of my having my wrists sliced open. But it worked. Same goes for my feet." she said.
This girl was surprising as ever. She had escaped six orcs with no weapons, no armor, no shoes and no help. I only could imagine what she could do when she was angry with them if she had all the needed equipment.
"Final question." I said, taking her hands and looking at them. Her knuckles were cut up and her fingernails not very long.
"Go ahead." she said, nodding determinedly. I looked at her.
"How did you receive those other wounds?" I asked. Her determination faded and her grip in my hand loosed, sadness of the uttermost profound enveloping her. She let her head drop and sighed, ashamed.
"My mother."
