Disclaimer: no matter how much I hope and wish and pray, I will never own
any of the wonderful things patented by Tolkien, so please don't sue
(besides, if I owned Legolas, none o' y'all would know he existed because
he'd be locked up in my room. Muahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-cough)
Ane got to the edge of the miniature forest, and found a path that went through it. She walked down the straight path for about ten minutes, the path never seeming to end. She looked back to see how far she'd come, only to see a bend in the road. She was quite confused at this since she had only walked straight so far and did not remember turning. She looked forward and the path ahead had changed also. It had much more of a curve to it and looked like a winding river. She was seriously perturbed by this, but continued onward anyways.
She was worried that she would miss the bus, but seeing as she had absolutely no idea where she was or how this happened, she decided to just keep moving and looking like she knew what she was doing, so no one would try to do something to her should she meet any one. She continued like this for what seemed to be hours, but she knew that wasn't possible. She looked down at her watch. 1:26. 'That doesn't seem right but maybe I'm just a little disoriented because I'm lost.'
She walked on until she noticed that it was getting a bit darker. She checked her watch again. 1:26. 'Oh crap. What a great time for my watch to break.' She quickened her pace. She didn't want to be stuck in here after night fell. She was even more anxious because she had that, 'I think I'm being followed,' feeling in the pit of her stomach. As it steadily grew darker, the feeling grew as well. It was almost too dark to see when she started to get panicky and almost broke into a run, but her backpack and sore legs wouldn't let her.
That's when her feelings were confirmed. She heard a twig break a little ways off the path to her left. It was so quiet, it was almost inaudible. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She walked slower, and not as loudly, so she could hear if it happened again. Her heart was pounding, and she hardly dared to breathe.
She stopped dead in her tracks. At first she didn't realize why she had stopped, but when she noticed a vibrating arrow stuck in a tree to her right, she understood. Some one had shot at her.
"State your name and purpose and I won't harm you."
Her heart skipped a beat as she turned to see a man- or was it? – standing not ten feet from her, an arrow drawn and ready to fly at her from his beautifully carved bow. He was tall and hansom, his long golden hair gracefully falling down his back, catching the last of the lingering light, so it looked like it was almost glowing.
He noticed the terror in her eyes and lessened his grip on the bow. He did not change the intense look on his face, though, as he repeated the question.
Ane did not move, but stayed cemented to the ground.
He grew impatient, and tightened his grip again as he yelled this time, "Answer me, or I'll have your head!"
She jumped at this and was just barely able to answer in a whisper, "Ane Femil. I'm headed to the bus stop."
Confusion crossed his face as he withdrew the bow and slung it over his left shoulder, then placed the arrow back in its quiver with the twenty other arrows he had on his back. "I know not of this 'bus stop' you speak of," he said, his voice as sweet as honey. "But you have no weapons and it doesn't look like you mean much harm here, so I won't bind you when I take you to my home. Understand though, any trickery and I'll be forced to do so. Come willingly and everything will be just fine."
She thought she was going to be sick. 'He means to rape me and he wants me to come willingly? What is this guy smoking?' her brother's words came into her head, 'If someone tries to take you, run, kick, scream, go limp, do whatever you have to do to get out of there and get attention. They'll split the second they think someone will notice them.'
The man spoke to her as she stood thinking, "Are you coming quietly now?"
She never cussed but now she made an exception, "When Hell freezes over I will!!" and she took off down the path, running as fast as her legs would carry her. She dropped her backpack, not caring enough at that moment about all her personal things in there. The only thing that mattered was that she left this forest alive and still a virgin.
But the man was faster. He caught up and knocked her down, landing on top of her. She felt his hot breath against the back of her neck. She struggled to get out from underneath him, but he fought to get at her wrists. "Now you're just being difficult, Love." She was able to turn over, but now he was sitting on her lower abdomen. He didn't have a look of pleasure on his face like she thought he would have. He looked extremely serious as he simply tried to get hold of her hands again. He didn't seem to like this any more than she did. She did a powerful kick that made her lower shin just come up to his shoulder. He laughed, "You're going to have to do better-"
But she had not intended to kick him yet. She used the kick as leverage so she could push her hands to the ground behind her head. As she did this he was pelted forward and over her, landing on his stomach. Her torso rose with the rest of her body into an upright position, and she quickly turned and put her foot hard in the small of his back. It knocked the wind out of him and gave her a chance to take his bow and arrows. She snapped the arrows in half, and used one to break the string on his bow. He was finally able to turn over and stand up. He looked really mad now, and looked even more furious when he noticed the bow.
She wasn't that far along in her karate class, but she could kick better than the rest of her class. She did a sides kick that would have fractured his rib cage, but he too knew how to fight and caught her foot and pulled hard, knocking her to the ground. He looked at her cleats, "What strange shoes. What is their purpose?" he asked, a bit of sarcasm in his voice.
She was mad now, because she knew he was playing with her, "They're so I can kick the crap out of an attempted rapist should I come across one." She moved her free leg to pull his feet out from under him. He fell flat on his back, but kept hold of her leg. He sat up and looked at her. She couldn't tell if he was mad or confused.
"Were you just calling me a rapist?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah. I know what you're after. And you're not gonna get it, you pig!" She kicked him hard in a not so nice place. He groaned and let go of her foot. She got up and started to run again.
She ran as far as she could until she couldn't breathe any more. She looked back. He wasn't coming after her. She sat down in the middle of the path, rocking back and forth. She'd never come that close to being raped before and it scared her out of her wits. She sat for a long time, and then got up. She stood for a minute, just looking down the path ahead of her. She couldn't see the end of it. She closed her eyes. She didn't know what to do.
But she had lingered too long. The man had come up behind her and took her around the waist. He put a long knife to her throat. She inhaled sharply and arched her back. "That wasn't very nice," he whispered. She noticed he smelled of sage and lavender. 'No time to think about that now,' she thought. "You shouldn't assume things, either. I had no intention of raping you, though you are beautiful." 'Great. Now I put that idea in his head. That was bloody brilliant, Ane.'
"Had?"
He smiled into her neck, "Do not worry, Love. I do not wish to take advantage of you. I do mean to take you home, however."
She shivered and closed her eyes, "And where, pray tell, is
that?"
"Well now, that is my secret. Trespassers are not entitled to that knowledge. But you will soon see. Do I need to hold you this close the whole way there? I know you are not enjoying this, and I am willing to give you a second chance of coming willingly. Do not try to run off again, though. I know the woods better than anyone, and they will not hide you from me."
She nodded and he let go. He did stay within arms reach, but he let her walk on her own. "Can I go back and get my backpack?" she asked quietly. He smiled at her.
"There is no need," he said and bent down to pick it up, "I took it with me when I found you had dropped it in your hurry to get away." He sheathed the knife and handed it to her, "What do you have in there? Gold bricks?"
"Books" was all she said.
He smiled again and nodded as if to say, "Oh. I see." 'He really doesn't want to hurt me does he?'
She kept her guard, though. She didn't want to give in to a false sense of security.
They walked in silence for a long time. His eyes kept darting about. He finally stopped. It was almost pitch black, and she had been forced to walk extremely close to him or she would have gone the wrong way, and as much as she distrusted this guy, she would rather face him, than what prowled in the night.
"What is it?" she whispered softly.
"SShh!!!" He looked around them for a moment, then took her hand, "Stay close to me and try not to make any noise."
She felt her stomach churn. She was now petrified. She could tell he was on the borderline of being worried and being scared, and if he was scared, and lived here, then there was almost no hope for her. She tightened her grip on his hand. He turned to look at her, his eyes questioning the motion. She looked up at him, pleading with him with her eyes. His eyes softened and seemed to say, "Don't worry. I won't leave you."
He turned away and looked around, trying hard to penetrate through the darkness. After a few minutes, he relaxed and gave a sigh of relief. "The creatures have passed," he whispered, "We've nothing to fear. We will have to stay the night out here though. We've another three hours before we reach home."
"What creatures? Why should we have feared them?" she whispered back.
He looked at her. "Orcs. There were about thirty of them. I have only one weapon now and I could not have defended us both. We were lucky. The gods must like you," he said with a weak smile. She felt a little guilty about destroying his bow and arrows now.
"What are orcs?"
"They were once of my kin, but they have been tortured and mutilated to the point that they are no longer elves, but a subspecies of elves. But that happened long before my time. My father could probably explain it better than I."
"Elves? You mean little people with pointy ears?" she laughed, "Sir, there is no such thing! You must have read too many Harry Potter books as a kid!"
He looked a bit confused. "Well I myself am an elf. Are you saying that I don't exist? If you are, then you are seeing things, and therefore are going insane, Love."
She was now confused. "But elves are only three feet tall, and you must be six and a half. Besides, they have pointy ears and you don't."
He leaned close to her. She could smell the sage and lavender again. "Says whom?" he whispered, and moved her hand, which he had still been holding, up to his right ear. She moved her fingers from his hand, to his earlobe, and followed it up to the highest part of his ear, which she found was indeed pointed. She backed away in shock but he took her hand again. "Don't run off again, please. I promise I don't bite."
She gawked at him. "You're not...human!"
"No, I'm not," he said quietly.
'Okay. I can deal with this. This is just a bad dream or a bad part of town. Maybe this is a prank Tim thought would be funny. Just don't scream or anything. I don't want anything else to know I'm here.'
"You need to rest. This has been a long day."
She nodded and he led her to a tree on the side of the path that was big enough in diameter to fit the two of them comfortably when they leaned up against it. He sat down first still holding her hand, and she knew he wanted her to do the same. She sat down and leaned against the tree. She realized she was a bit shaky.
"Are you alright, Ane?" he asked.
She looked at him. This was the first time he had used her name. Now that she thought about it, she didn't even know his name, "Who are you?" He smiled at her. "What? It's a perfectly legitimate question."
"I know. But you asked me who I was, not what I was. I think you're starting to trust me."
"Don't think, you'll weaken the team. Besides, I already know what you are, that is if you're telling the truth, but I still don't know you're name, so unless you want me calling you Pig for the rest of your life, I suggest you tell me."
His smile lessened a little. "My name is Legolas, son of Thuranduil."
"That's a mouthful. Got anything shorter, Legolas, son of Thuranduil?"
He had a sly grin flash across his face. "You may call me Melamin if you wish."
"Okay, Melamin. Good night." And with that she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
aren't I just great to my characters? hehe! Please tell me what you think...it's so sad and lonely without many reviews...sniff...
kchan ps. By the way, for you Inu Yasha fans, I've got a few going around in my head, so once I finish this story (which is way too long already: P) I will start writing for the rest of you anime freaks out there.
Ane got to the edge of the miniature forest, and found a path that went through it. She walked down the straight path for about ten minutes, the path never seeming to end. She looked back to see how far she'd come, only to see a bend in the road. She was quite confused at this since she had only walked straight so far and did not remember turning. She looked forward and the path ahead had changed also. It had much more of a curve to it and looked like a winding river. She was seriously perturbed by this, but continued onward anyways.
She was worried that she would miss the bus, but seeing as she had absolutely no idea where she was or how this happened, she decided to just keep moving and looking like she knew what she was doing, so no one would try to do something to her should she meet any one. She continued like this for what seemed to be hours, but she knew that wasn't possible. She looked down at her watch. 1:26. 'That doesn't seem right but maybe I'm just a little disoriented because I'm lost.'
She walked on until she noticed that it was getting a bit darker. She checked her watch again. 1:26. 'Oh crap. What a great time for my watch to break.' She quickened her pace. She didn't want to be stuck in here after night fell. She was even more anxious because she had that, 'I think I'm being followed,' feeling in the pit of her stomach. As it steadily grew darker, the feeling grew as well. It was almost too dark to see when she started to get panicky and almost broke into a run, but her backpack and sore legs wouldn't let her.
That's when her feelings were confirmed. She heard a twig break a little ways off the path to her left. It was so quiet, it was almost inaudible. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She walked slower, and not as loudly, so she could hear if it happened again. Her heart was pounding, and she hardly dared to breathe.
She stopped dead in her tracks. At first she didn't realize why she had stopped, but when she noticed a vibrating arrow stuck in a tree to her right, she understood. Some one had shot at her.
"State your name and purpose and I won't harm you."
Her heart skipped a beat as she turned to see a man- or was it? – standing not ten feet from her, an arrow drawn and ready to fly at her from his beautifully carved bow. He was tall and hansom, his long golden hair gracefully falling down his back, catching the last of the lingering light, so it looked like it was almost glowing.
He noticed the terror in her eyes and lessened his grip on the bow. He did not change the intense look on his face, though, as he repeated the question.
Ane did not move, but stayed cemented to the ground.
He grew impatient, and tightened his grip again as he yelled this time, "Answer me, or I'll have your head!"
She jumped at this and was just barely able to answer in a whisper, "Ane Femil. I'm headed to the bus stop."
Confusion crossed his face as he withdrew the bow and slung it over his left shoulder, then placed the arrow back in its quiver with the twenty other arrows he had on his back. "I know not of this 'bus stop' you speak of," he said, his voice as sweet as honey. "But you have no weapons and it doesn't look like you mean much harm here, so I won't bind you when I take you to my home. Understand though, any trickery and I'll be forced to do so. Come willingly and everything will be just fine."
She thought she was going to be sick. 'He means to rape me and he wants me to come willingly? What is this guy smoking?' her brother's words came into her head, 'If someone tries to take you, run, kick, scream, go limp, do whatever you have to do to get out of there and get attention. They'll split the second they think someone will notice them.'
The man spoke to her as she stood thinking, "Are you coming quietly now?"
She never cussed but now she made an exception, "When Hell freezes over I will!!" and she took off down the path, running as fast as her legs would carry her. She dropped her backpack, not caring enough at that moment about all her personal things in there. The only thing that mattered was that she left this forest alive and still a virgin.
But the man was faster. He caught up and knocked her down, landing on top of her. She felt his hot breath against the back of her neck. She struggled to get out from underneath him, but he fought to get at her wrists. "Now you're just being difficult, Love." She was able to turn over, but now he was sitting on her lower abdomen. He didn't have a look of pleasure on his face like she thought he would have. He looked extremely serious as he simply tried to get hold of her hands again. He didn't seem to like this any more than she did. She did a powerful kick that made her lower shin just come up to his shoulder. He laughed, "You're going to have to do better-"
But she had not intended to kick him yet. She used the kick as leverage so she could push her hands to the ground behind her head. As she did this he was pelted forward and over her, landing on his stomach. Her torso rose with the rest of her body into an upright position, and she quickly turned and put her foot hard in the small of his back. It knocked the wind out of him and gave her a chance to take his bow and arrows. She snapped the arrows in half, and used one to break the string on his bow. He was finally able to turn over and stand up. He looked really mad now, and looked even more furious when he noticed the bow.
She wasn't that far along in her karate class, but she could kick better than the rest of her class. She did a sides kick that would have fractured his rib cage, but he too knew how to fight and caught her foot and pulled hard, knocking her to the ground. He looked at her cleats, "What strange shoes. What is their purpose?" he asked, a bit of sarcasm in his voice.
She was mad now, because she knew he was playing with her, "They're so I can kick the crap out of an attempted rapist should I come across one." She moved her free leg to pull his feet out from under him. He fell flat on his back, but kept hold of her leg. He sat up and looked at her. She couldn't tell if he was mad or confused.
"Were you just calling me a rapist?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah. I know what you're after. And you're not gonna get it, you pig!" She kicked him hard in a not so nice place. He groaned and let go of her foot. She got up and started to run again.
She ran as far as she could until she couldn't breathe any more. She looked back. He wasn't coming after her. She sat down in the middle of the path, rocking back and forth. She'd never come that close to being raped before and it scared her out of her wits. She sat for a long time, and then got up. She stood for a minute, just looking down the path ahead of her. She couldn't see the end of it. She closed her eyes. She didn't know what to do.
But she had lingered too long. The man had come up behind her and took her around the waist. He put a long knife to her throat. She inhaled sharply and arched her back. "That wasn't very nice," he whispered. She noticed he smelled of sage and lavender. 'No time to think about that now,' she thought. "You shouldn't assume things, either. I had no intention of raping you, though you are beautiful." 'Great. Now I put that idea in his head. That was bloody brilliant, Ane.'
"Had?"
He smiled into her neck, "Do not worry, Love. I do not wish to take advantage of you. I do mean to take you home, however."
She shivered and closed her eyes, "And where, pray tell, is
that?"
"Well now, that is my secret. Trespassers are not entitled to that knowledge. But you will soon see. Do I need to hold you this close the whole way there? I know you are not enjoying this, and I am willing to give you a second chance of coming willingly. Do not try to run off again, though. I know the woods better than anyone, and they will not hide you from me."
She nodded and he let go. He did stay within arms reach, but he let her walk on her own. "Can I go back and get my backpack?" she asked quietly. He smiled at her.
"There is no need," he said and bent down to pick it up, "I took it with me when I found you had dropped it in your hurry to get away." He sheathed the knife and handed it to her, "What do you have in there? Gold bricks?"
"Books" was all she said.
He smiled again and nodded as if to say, "Oh. I see." 'He really doesn't want to hurt me does he?'
She kept her guard, though. She didn't want to give in to a false sense of security.
They walked in silence for a long time. His eyes kept darting about. He finally stopped. It was almost pitch black, and she had been forced to walk extremely close to him or she would have gone the wrong way, and as much as she distrusted this guy, she would rather face him, than what prowled in the night.
"What is it?" she whispered softly.
"SShh!!!" He looked around them for a moment, then took her hand, "Stay close to me and try not to make any noise."
She felt her stomach churn. She was now petrified. She could tell he was on the borderline of being worried and being scared, and if he was scared, and lived here, then there was almost no hope for her. She tightened her grip on his hand. He turned to look at her, his eyes questioning the motion. She looked up at him, pleading with him with her eyes. His eyes softened and seemed to say, "Don't worry. I won't leave you."
He turned away and looked around, trying hard to penetrate through the darkness. After a few minutes, he relaxed and gave a sigh of relief. "The creatures have passed," he whispered, "We've nothing to fear. We will have to stay the night out here though. We've another three hours before we reach home."
"What creatures? Why should we have feared them?" she whispered back.
He looked at her. "Orcs. There were about thirty of them. I have only one weapon now and I could not have defended us both. We were lucky. The gods must like you," he said with a weak smile. She felt a little guilty about destroying his bow and arrows now.
"What are orcs?"
"They were once of my kin, but they have been tortured and mutilated to the point that they are no longer elves, but a subspecies of elves. But that happened long before my time. My father could probably explain it better than I."
"Elves? You mean little people with pointy ears?" she laughed, "Sir, there is no such thing! You must have read too many Harry Potter books as a kid!"
He looked a bit confused. "Well I myself am an elf. Are you saying that I don't exist? If you are, then you are seeing things, and therefore are going insane, Love."
She was now confused. "But elves are only three feet tall, and you must be six and a half. Besides, they have pointy ears and you don't."
He leaned close to her. She could smell the sage and lavender again. "Says whom?" he whispered, and moved her hand, which he had still been holding, up to his right ear. She moved her fingers from his hand, to his earlobe, and followed it up to the highest part of his ear, which she found was indeed pointed. She backed away in shock but he took her hand again. "Don't run off again, please. I promise I don't bite."
She gawked at him. "You're not...human!"
"No, I'm not," he said quietly.
'Okay. I can deal with this. This is just a bad dream or a bad part of town. Maybe this is a prank Tim thought would be funny. Just don't scream or anything. I don't want anything else to know I'm here.'
"You need to rest. This has been a long day."
She nodded and he led her to a tree on the side of the path that was big enough in diameter to fit the two of them comfortably when they leaned up against it. He sat down first still holding her hand, and she knew he wanted her to do the same. She sat down and leaned against the tree. She realized she was a bit shaky.
"Are you alright, Ane?" he asked.
She looked at him. This was the first time he had used her name. Now that she thought about it, she didn't even know his name, "Who are you?" He smiled at her. "What? It's a perfectly legitimate question."
"I know. But you asked me who I was, not what I was. I think you're starting to trust me."
"Don't think, you'll weaken the team. Besides, I already know what you are, that is if you're telling the truth, but I still don't know you're name, so unless you want me calling you Pig for the rest of your life, I suggest you tell me."
His smile lessened a little. "My name is Legolas, son of Thuranduil."
"That's a mouthful. Got anything shorter, Legolas, son of Thuranduil?"
He had a sly grin flash across his face. "You may call me Melamin if you wish."
"Okay, Melamin. Good night." And with that she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
aren't I just great to my characters? hehe! Please tell me what you think...it's so sad and lonely without many reviews...sniff...
kchan ps. By the way, for you Inu Yasha fans, I've got a few going around in my head, so once I finish this story (which is way too long already: P) I will start writing for the rest of you anime freaks out there.