Author's Notes: Thank you to all of those who reviewed! I GOT 6! GOING FOR
100! LOL.
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Laura: ok, so you weren't accusing me, I just wanted to make sure nobody else was, that's all. Also, I'm glad you liked the disclaimer, I may add more for comical relief or out of pure boredom and I will try my best to make these full chapters instead of 2 - 3 pagers in the future.
Peh-Meh: OH WOW! Your Megan's sister! Awesome. I'm so glad that you like my OC. And thank you very much for the grammar lesson, I have made the correction's to chapter 2 and will keep it in mind for the rest of the story.
Saiyan-girl-cheetah: I know it did sound kinda corny but I thought it didn't seem right to the reader that she be "miracle girl" and know how to fight all of the sudden without any explanation. I am going to try my best not to make this a MS but I am just letting the story lead itself at the moment. I am not offended and really appreciate that you took the time to R&R. I hope to keep satisfying you.
Chapter 3
As Harim dressed both wounds, he studied the young woman's face carefully. Even in sleep, it was hard set and angry. As he had applied the salve, he noticed many other scratches and scrapes that had already begun the slow processes of healing.
As Harim's eyes roved over her scarred skin, the thought occurred to him that it was not possible that this terrible mutilation of flesh was performed by the orcs, for the scarrs where not fresh. "How in Middle Earth did this girl get so many wounds?" Wondered Harim aloud.
Absently, he carelessly moved a stray strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. What he saw made him start. The ear was mutilated! Earring piercings lined the edges of her ear, some stones and other ringlets. It was impossible to tell if her ears where pointed or not.
This girl was a mystery, and Harim was anxious to solve it.
***
Cindy winced and tried to open her eyes. A tremendous pressure on her eyes caused her to blink and shut them. Her head felt as if someone was trying to split open her skull with a pickax, and she let out a quiet moan. Snuggling into the blankets, she thought, 'these sheets sure smell fresh.' She realized with a jerk that she wasn't in her own room. Frightened and confused, Cindy's eyes popped open and looked around wildly.
A man who had been sitting in a chair next to the bed she was on came to her side and studied her with interest. When he moved, Cindy almost jumped. All she knew was that she was in a strange room with a strange man staring at her like she was some sort of freak. Just the fact that there was a MAN in the room made Cindy want to scream in panic. On instinct, she scooted away from the man until her back met the wall.
Then she saw something that made her gasp silently. He had pointed ears! This man was an Elf! Her eyes lighted up with joy as she thought, "Oh my GODDESS! MY WILDEST dreams have come true! This is so Awesome! Tolkien wasn't lying! I'M IN THE SAME ROOM AS AN ELF!"
Cindy snapped herself out of her fantasies. She was not in Middle Earth! 'There is no possible way that I could be there,' rationalized Cindy. 'This is how my brain is coping with a huge amount of pain and stress. By putting me at ease in a fantasy world, with elves.' To prove her dreams wrong, Cindy started interrogating the stranger sitting next to her. "Who are you? Why am I here? What kind of joke do you think you're playing?"
"To answer your first question," replied the elf, "I am Harim, First Marshal of the Fifth Patrol of Mirkwood. You are here because I found you wounded and I am in the process of healing you. I play no joke."
As Cindy stared into his eyes, she realized that the elf was telling the truth. Or so he thought. 'Man, he must be crazy,' was Cindy's only thought. She reached up and touched one of those huge ears, saying, "Those are so fake," just to assure herself that they were. She pulled lightly on it and they didn't come off. Almost instinctively, the elf slapped her hand away from his ear, causing Cindy to immediatly bring her legs to her chest, burying her head into her arms. Fetal position.
***
Harim's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he massaged his 'injured' ear protectively. His red cheeks showed his fury. Was it his fault that this 'creature' as he now called her was hypersensitive and was now sniveling in the corner? 'I had only tapped her hands away in the act of protecting myself,' thought the elf unfeeling. 'In fact,' the elf thought self righteously, 'she was the one who began this whole affair by grabbing and yanking my ears!' But as her shoulders continued to shake violently with no end in sight, his sulking glare softened.
Not knowing what else to do, Harim sat back in his chair and murmured to her in Elvish, telling her that everything was ok and that she need not be scared. This seemed to relax her a bit and she slowly uncurled herself and with red cheeks of embarrassment, looked down at his boots. Harim, understanding her distress, said in a kind tone, "Look at me." But when she did not respond, he began to wonder if she had understood him at all. He thought for a moment for a way to overcome this communication problem and then he repeated the sentence in formal Sindarin, trying to keep his voice as perfect as possible, free from accent or inflection. When the girl shook her head slightly, Harim was surprised. He had not believed that this girl spoke in the language of the Eldarin. He took her chin and tilted her head up in order to see her face a little bit better.
His actions proved to be a mistake, for she immediately jumped off the bed and started screaming bloody murder, telling him to get away from her in Sindarin (with some colorful English curse words sprinkled throughout). Harim took a step back surprised, and said still in perfect Sindarin, "You have nothing to fear. Please calm down."
She spat back, "Auta miqula orqu," which meant, 'Go kiss an orc'. Boiling over with fury, Harim jumped over the bed and slapped her. "How dare you insult me?!' He said, eyes blazing with anger. She stared at him in disbelief that he had just hit her for a second and then bolted for the door. Before he could stop her, she flung it past the flap and was running towards the direction of the woods.
Harim stared at her for a moment before reacting. He raced after Cindy, but with the head start, the girl was far gone. Pausing outside the tent, he stopped and tried to concentrate on hearing the girl. Even with his sensitive ears, he could not hear her - no pounding footfalls, no ragged breath. Silence. She had completely disappeared. Immediately, Harim barked out orders, sending out three search parties to scrounge the area within the radius of a league. Harim had not been ranked a top patrol officer for sitting around, and before long, half the camp was out in the woods, looking for the mysterious girl. Harim sucked in his breath after the search parties were dismissed. Slinging his bow over his shoulder, her ran into the forbidding woods, knowing that he had to find the girl before the spiders got her, or fouler things.
A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH MEG & SARAH! SPECIAL THANKS TO MEG FOR ALL THE SUGGESTIONS! IT TURNED OUT SO MUCH BETTER! Three times the charm!
Replies-
Laura: ok, so you weren't accusing me, I just wanted to make sure nobody else was, that's all. Also, I'm glad you liked the disclaimer, I may add more for comical relief or out of pure boredom and I will try my best to make these full chapters instead of 2 - 3 pagers in the future.
Peh-Meh: OH WOW! Your Megan's sister! Awesome. I'm so glad that you like my OC. And thank you very much for the grammar lesson, I have made the correction's to chapter 2 and will keep it in mind for the rest of the story.
Saiyan-girl-cheetah: I know it did sound kinda corny but I thought it didn't seem right to the reader that she be "miracle girl" and know how to fight all of the sudden without any explanation. I am going to try my best not to make this a MS but I am just letting the story lead itself at the moment. I am not offended and really appreciate that you took the time to R&R. I hope to keep satisfying you.
Chapter 3
As Harim dressed both wounds, he studied the young woman's face carefully. Even in sleep, it was hard set and angry. As he had applied the salve, he noticed many other scratches and scrapes that had already begun the slow processes of healing.
As Harim's eyes roved over her scarred skin, the thought occurred to him that it was not possible that this terrible mutilation of flesh was performed by the orcs, for the scarrs where not fresh. "How in Middle Earth did this girl get so many wounds?" Wondered Harim aloud.
Absently, he carelessly moved a stray strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. What he saw made him start. The ear was mutilated! Earring piercings lined the edges of her ear, some stones and other ringlets. It was impossible to tell if her ears where pointed or not.
This girl was a mystery, and Harim was anxious to solve it.
***
Cindy winced and tried to open her eyes. A tremendous pressure on her eyes caused her to blink and shut them. Her head felt as if someone was trying to split open her skull with a pickax, and she let out a quiet moan. Snuggling into the blankets, she thought, 'these sheets sure smell fresh.' She realized with a jerk that she wasn't in her own room. Frightened and confused, Cindy's eyes popped open and looked around wildly.
A man who had been sitting in a chair next to the bed she was on came to her side and studied her with interest. When he moved, Cindy almost jumped. All she knew was that she was in a strange room with a strange man staring at her like she was some sort of freak. Just the fact that there was a MAN in the room made Cindy want to scream in panic. On instinct, she scooted away from the man until her back met the wall.
Then she saw something that made her gasp silently. He had pointed ears! This man was an Elf! Her eyes lighted up with joy as she thought, "Oh my GODDESS! MY WILDEST dreams have come true! This is so Awesome! Tolkien wasn't lying! I'M IN THE SAME ROOM AS AN ELF!"
Cindy snapped herself out of her fantasies. She was not in Middle Earth! 'There is no possible way that I could be there,' rationalized Cindy. 'This is how my brain is coping with a huge amount of pain and stress. By putting me at ease in a fantasy world, with elves.' To prove her dreams wrong, Cindy started interrogating the stranger sitting next to her. "Who are you? Why am I here? What kind of joke do you think you're playing?"
"To answer your first question," replied the elf, "I am Harim, First Marshal of the Fifth Patrol of Mirkwood. You are here because I found you wounded and I am in the process of healing you. I play no joke."
As Cindy stared into his eyes, she realized that the elf was telling the truth. Or so he thought. 'Man, he must be crazy,' was Cindy's only thought. She reached up and touched one of those huge ears, saying, "Those are so fake," just to assure herself that they were. She pulled lightly on it and they didn't come off. Almost instinctively, the elf slapped her hand away from his ear, causing Cindy to immediatly bring her legs to her chest, burying her head into her arms. Fetal position.
***
Harim's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he massaged his 'injured' ear protectively. His red cheeks showed his fury. Was it his fault that this 'creature' as he now called her was hypersensitive and was now sniveling in the corner? 'I had only tapped her hands away in the act of protecting myself,' thought the elf unfeeling. 'In fact,' the elf thought self righteously, 'she was the one who began this whole affair by grabbing and yanking my ears!' But as her shoulders continued to shake violently with no end in sight, his sulking glare softened.
Not knowing what else to do, Harim sat back in his chair and murmured to her in Elvish, telling her that everything was ok and that she need not be scared. This seemed to relax her a bit and she slowly uncurled herself and with red cheeks of embarrassment, looked down at his boots. Harim, understanding her distress, said in a kind tone, "Look at me." But when she did not respond, he began to wonder if she had understood him at all. He thought for a moment for a way to overcome this communication problem and then he repeated the sentence in formal Sindarin, trying to keep his voice as perfect as possible, free from accent or inflection. When the girl shook her head slightly, Harim was surprised. He had not believed that this girl spoke in the language of the Eldarin. He took her chin and tilted her head up in order to see her face a little bit better.
His actions proved to be a mistake, for she immediately jumped off the bed and started screaming bloody murder, telling him to get away from her in Sindarin (with some colorful English curse words sprinkled throughout). Harim took a step back surprised, and said still in perfect Sindarin, "You have nothing to fear. Please calm down."
She spat back, "Auta miqula orqu," which meant, 'Go kiss an orc'. Boiling over with fury, Harim jumped over the bed and slapped her. "How dare you insult me?!' He said, eyes blazing with anger. She stared at him in disbelief that he had just hit her for a second and then bolted for the door. Before he could stop her, she flung it past the flap and was running towards the direction of the woods.
Harim stared at her for a moment before reacting. He raced after Cindy, but with the head start, the girl was far gone. Pausing outside the tent, he stopped and tried to concentrate on hearing the girl. Even with his sensitive ears, he could not hear her - no pounding footfalls, no ragged breath. Silence. She had completely disappeared. Immediately, Harim barked out orders, sending out three search parties to scrounge the area within the radius of a league. Harim had not been ranked a top patrol officer for sitting around, and before long, half the camp was out in the woods, looking for the mysterious girl. Harim sucked in his breath after the search parties were dismissed. Slinging his bow over his shoulder, her ran into the forbidding woods, knowing that he had to find the girl before the spiders got her, or fouler things.
A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH MEG & SARAH! SPECIAL THANKS TO MEG FOR ALL THE SUGGESTIONS! IT TURNED OUT SO MUCH BETTER! Three times the charm!