Darkness swirled around her and visions blurred behind her eyelids.
Lightning, tears, laughter, pain, dancing, and blood. All these
contradicting images roamed freely through her sleep. Time stopped existing
it seemed, moments were no longer a threat the hours and days might have
passed without the cry of age. A heavy weight felt pressed on her
shoulders. The random caw of a bird or the snap of a twig was the only
sounds to break the silence of her thoughts. Slowly and painfully, she
tried to open her eyes, to relieve them of the thunderous lead that had set
itself upon them. Just as soon as they opened, the squinted frantically
against the unwanted penetration of sunlight beaming through the trees.
Water. It was the first thought that came to her. Lifting herself as best
she could off the earth, she tried to grasp hold on her surroundings, why
or how she came to be there, and how she could find out. As quickly as she
questioned, even more ferverently she wished she had never tried to re cap.
Flashbacks to what seemed like just a moment before, but felt much longer
ago, the glass, her tears, and her wrists all met in a sweet and
devastating convergence. Collapsing back into the earth she closed her dark
eyes, once more surrendering to the darkness.
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* A distances a way*
Sounds of cold metal striking cold metal pierced the night air. Voices called out and raw, inhuman cries stung the earth that lay in its wake. A battle was being fought unlike anything the girl would ever dream to know, but she would not have to face that controversy now for she was still out cold many miles from the spot.
"Frodo!" Sam cried rushing to his friend's side
"Frodo!" he choked as tears of panic threatened to spill over the poor hobbits eyelids.
The ring wraiths blade had pierced the young creature's chest. A wound Aragorn was incapable of healing, a wound that required immediate attention. Quickly the party had made its way towards the great Elvin city where they could seek the medical attention that Frodo needed.
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* Near the gates of Rivendell *
Dusk had set and the elf price still had a ways to go before arriving at his destination. Called upon by the great council of Elrond, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, traveled with his companions to meet with the remaining members. Trouble had been brewing, everyone could feel it, they could see it in the way the leaves trembled from their branches, they could hear it in the howl of the wind against the cool night air, they knew of its presence because they knew of the evils it derived from.
"Stop!" cried an elf, "Stop and lend thine ears to the earth"
All members pulled back a moment to listen for what their friend had instructed. It did not take them long to hear it. The deep, low complicated breath of a human.
"Over here!" cried another
Legolas jumped off his horse and leaned down into the straw and grass. Huddled against the cold earth, a young girl lay motionless. She did not look a young human girl should. Her dress was highly unusual, inappropriate for her world. A black tank top, whose straps fell down off her tan shoulder, what appeared to be dark blue pant and a sparkling belt hung tightly around her waist. The image was not one of a common girl. A pained expression and tortured whimper were enough to block the elfs suspicion long enough for him to register her need for help.
"We will take her to Rivendell" Legolas said firmly, lifting her off the ground. Without disturbing her, he mounted his horse, pulling her close to his chest, he led the way towards the Elven city.
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"Anastasia" a voice whispered through her slumber
"Anastasia, your rest has ended, you must awake. It is time to face your destiny." Gandalf's voice flooded through her brain as she stirred. The young girl's eyes fluttered open, bright light stung her eyes and they quickly shut themselves from the offense.
"She stirs" a voice whispered
"Are you sure it is her?, don't you think its a little absurd?" another added
The whispers grew and the sounds unsettled anya enough to wake her from her sleep. Stretching out her limbs, a sharp pain invaded her arms. Her eyes shot open and she could see her wrists wrapped in bandages. She signed in spite of the stupidity of her attempted suicide. Clearly she was unsuccessful.
"Dont you think it is time to tell Aragorn" a quiet voice filtered through the crowd
"Absolutley not, not until we are certain, and that we can be sure it will not compromise the results of this mission." Gandalfs voice rang clear through the room, decisive and firm.
"Give leave, all except Elrond and Prince Legolas" his voice commanded
"Will she be alright?" Legolas questioned the two.
"Her injuries were not as severe as her current state might imply, it was her journey here which has left her so battered" Gandalf replied
"Her journey here was a hard one, but her purpose will soon outweigh this immediete suffering" Elrond assured the prince
"Gandalf, may I have a moment" Elrond motioned to the door
"Why yes, yes of course" the old wizard replied following the lord to his room.
Legolas walked over to her side, she was apparently struggling to remain conscious, her eyes fluttering against the blinding light of the sun. She kept them open long enough for him to see the shadow in them, to see the darkness, the sadness. *What beauty forced to live in a such a world* he thought quietly to himself. In her eyes he could see her soul, he could see through her sable eyes the cause of her sufferings. All that would be behind her now, if she'd let it. The girl had dark curly hair that barely touched her shoulders, very uncommon for a woman of the times. Her tan skin indicated a love for the outdoors, and her dark eyes stormed with fate.
"Whats your issue" a cold voice came from the cherry lips of the girl
"My.... issue" Legolas replied confused
"Oh god, they've locked me up huh"
"I assure you this is no prison"
"Please, creepy british guys dressed like robin hood?? I'm definilty in an asylum, thats where they send you when you survive.. well... this" she said motioning to the bandages wrapped tightly around her wrists"
Legolas leaned over and genlty took them into his hands.
"This, as you put it, is a crime. For your beauty, as is your purpose is too great to be destroyed in such a way you had intended, but once again, I assure you this is no prison." His eyes searced hers trying to find some way to lend her his comfort. "I know of no "robin hood" and therefore I know of no need to dress as he would"
she smirked "right, so.. "
"I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood" he responded kissing her hand, she rolled her eyes and pulled away.
"So, thats where I am... Mirkwood?" she scoffed skeptically the only "Mirkwood" she'd ever heard of was lost long ago in a random childrens book.
"No, my fair lady, this is Rivendell, the city of the Elves under Lord Elrond. We found you in the woods and brought you here, which , as it turns out, was exactly where you were destined to be" he finished simply, as if this common knowledge were easy to absorb.
"Uh huh... Rivendell... let me guess.. " Anya began to laugh, she sat up a little "next, you're going to take me to the council of Elrond to discuss the ring!!!" she said flailing her arms, laughing harder at the shocked expression on his face, "and then... we're all gonna go set out against the "dark lords" she quivered feining fear, to save the world!!" by now she had erupted into a fit of giggles, quite convinced she had completely lost her mind and was "destined" to spend the rest of her pathetic existence locked up in some mental instituion.
"You know not the severity of what you speak" a voice boomed from behind her. Gandalf stepped foward to check her condition as Elrond gave his speech.
"I know not how you have come to this knowledge but it is not common gossip that can be exchanged in such fits of euphoria, get dressed child, a maid will be waiting to take you to this council you have mocked with your indolence" Lord Elrond spoke harshly, yet quietly to the young girl , now quiet in contemplation.
"We will leave you to dress" The three of them left the room while Anya looked at the clothes before her.
"well, for an insane asylum, they have some pretty elaborate things..." by this point in time, Anya was slowly beginning to except that maybe, just maybe, she wasnt completely insane. The fabric on the dress before her shimmered in ecstacy in the the warm glow of the sun. Fabric such as the one before her did not exist in her world. After taking a look around the room, she realized, that such a place as this did not exist in her world. Could she really have a purpose other than to pass the days away in entrapment and oppression? Deciding against looking the part, Anya threw on her own clothes and left the room. She figured, even if this was a dream, or the result of severe dosages of codine... she'd play it out till the end. Besides... the elf was pretty cute...
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* A distances a way*
Sounds of cold metal striking cold metal pierced the night air. Voices called out and raw, inhuman cries stung the earth that lay in its wake. A battle was being fought unlike anything the girl would ever dream to know, but she would not have to face that controversy now for she was still out cold many miles from the spot.
"Frodo!" Sam cried rushing to his friend's side
"Frodo!" he choked as tears of panic threatened to spill over the poor hobbits eyelids.
The ring wraiths blade had pierced the young creature's chest. A wound Aragorn was incapable of healing, a wound that required immediate attention. Quickly the party had made its way towards the great Elvin city where they could seek the medical attention that Frodo needed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
* Near the gates of Rivendell *
Dusk had set and the elf price still had a ways to go before arriving at his destination. Called upon by the great council of Elrond, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, traveled with his companions to meet with the remaining members. Trouble had been brewing, everyone could feel it, they could see it in the way the leaves trembled from their branches, they could hear it in the howl of the wind against the cool night air, they knew of its presence because they knew of the evils it derived from.
"Stop!" cried an elf, "Stop and lend thine ears to the earth"
All members pulled back a moment to listen for what their friend had instructed. It did not take them long to hear it. The deep, low complicated breath of a human.
"Over here!" cried another
Legolas jumped off his horse and leaned down into the straw and grass. Huddled against the cold earth, a young girl lay motionless. She did not look a young human girl should. Her dress was highly unusual, inappropriate for her world. A black tank top, whose straps fell down off her tan shoulder, what appeared to be dark blue pant and a sparkling belt hung tightly around her waist. The image was not one of a common girl. A pained expression and tortured whimper were enough to block the elfs suspicion long enough for him to register her need for help.
"We will take her to Rivendell" Legolas said firmly, lifting her off the ground. Without disturbing her, he mounted his horse, pulling her close to his chest, he led the way towards the Elven city.
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"Anastasia" a voice whispered through her slumber
"Anastasia, your rest has ended, you must awake. It is time to face your destiny." Gandalf's voice flooded through her brain as she stirred. The young girl's eyes fluttered open, bright light stung her eyes and they quickly shut themselves from the offense.
"She stirs" a voice whispered
"Are you sure it is her?, don't you think its a little absurd?" another added
The whispers grew and the sounds unsettled anya enough to wake her from her sleep. Stretching out her limbs, a sharp pain invaded her arms. Her eyes shot open and she could see her wrists wrapped in bandages. She signed in spite of the stupidity of her attempted suicide. Clearly she was unsuccessful.
"Dont you think it is time to tell Aragorn" a quiet voice filtered through the crowd
"Absolutley not, not until we are certain, and that we can be sure it will not compromise the results of this mission." Gandalfs voice rang clear through the room, decisive and firm.
"Give leave, all except Elrond and Prince Legolas" his voice commanded
"Will she be alright?" Legolas questioned the two.
"Her injuries were not as severe as her current state might imply, it was her journey here which has left her so battered" Gandalf replied
"Her journey here was a hard one, but her purpose will soon outweigh this immediete suffering" Elrond assured the prince
"Gandalf, may I have a moment" Elrond motioned to the door
"Why yes, yes of course" the old wizard replied following the lord to his room.
Legolas walked over to her side, she was apparently struggling to remain conscious, her eyes fluttering against the blinding light of the sun. She kept them open long enough for him to see the shadow in them, to see the darkness, the sadness. *What beauty forced to live in a such a world* he thought quietly to himself. In her eyes he could see her soul, he could see through her sable eyes the cause of her sufferings. All that would be behind her now, if she'd let it. The girl had dark curly hair that barely touched her shoulders, very uncommon for a woman of the times. Her tan skin indicated a love for the outdoors, and her dark eyes stormed with fate.
"Whats your issue" a cold voice came from the cherry lips of the girl
"My.... issue" Legolas replied confused
"Oh god, they've locked me up huh"
"I assure you this is no prison"
"Please, creepy british guys dressed like robin hood?? I'm definilty in an asylum, thats where they send you when you survive.. well... this" she said motioning to the bandages wrapped tightly around her wrists"
Legolas leaned over and genlty took them into his hands.
"This, as you put it, is a crime. For your beauty, as is your purpose is too great to be destroyed in such a way you had intended, but once again, I assure you this is no prison." His eyes searced hers trying to find some way to lend her his comfort. "I know of no "robin hood" and therefore I know of no need to dress as he would"
she smirked "right, so.. "
"I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood" he responded kissing her hand, she rolled her eyes and pulled away.
"So, thats where I am... Mirkwood?" she scoffed skeptically the only "Mirkwood" she'd ever heard of was lost long ago in a random childrens book.
"No, my fair lady, this is Rivendell, the city of the Elves under Lord Elrond. We found you in the woods and brought you here, which , as it turns out, was exactly where you were destined to be" he finished simply, as if this common knowledge were easy to absorb.
"Uh huh... Rivendell... let me guess.. " Anya began to laugh, she sat up a little "next, you're going to take me to the council of Elrond to discuss the ring!!!" she said flailing her arms, laughing harder at the shocked expression on his face, "and then... we're all gonna go set out against the "dark lords" she quivered feining fear, to save the world!!" by now she had erupted into a fit of giggles, quite convinced she had completely lost her mind and was "destined" to spend the rest of her pathetic existence locked up in some mental instituion.
"You know not the severity of what you speak" a voice boomed from behind her. Gandalf stepped foward to check her condition as Elrond gave his speech.
"I know not how you have come to this knowledge but it is not common gossip that can be exchanged in such fits of euphoria, get dressed child, a maid will be waiting to take you to this council you have mocked with your indolence" Lord Elrond spoke harshly, yet quietly to the young girl , now quiet in contemplation.
"We will leave you to dress" The three of them left the room while Anya looked at the clothes before her.
"well, for an insane asylum, they have some pretty elaborate things..." by this point in time, Anya was slowly beginning to except that maybe, just maybe, she wasnt completely insane. The fabric on the dress before her shimmered in ecstacy in the the warm glow of the sun. Fabric such as the one before her did not exist in her world. After taking a look around the room, she realized, that such a place as this did not exist in her world. Could she really have a purpose other than to pass the days away in entrapment and oppression? Deciding against looking the part, Anya threw on her own clothes and left the room. She figured, even if this was a dream, or the result of severe dosages of codine... she'd play it out till the end. Besides... the elf was pretty cute...