The characters are mine, but based on Lord of the Rings by Tolkien.
This is my first fic, so please review and tell me if its worth carrying on!
By Rykan
Ch. 2 The Old Forest
Milyamarien and Telpë rose with sun, and cleared up the site. They continued on their way to Imladris ere the dew on the grass had disappeared. They were following the road that lead to Bree, but Telpë was a curious Elf, as was Milyamarien, and having great love of trees, they had to explore the Old Forest, which was not now, if ever it had been, a dangerous place. Although the trees still did shift, this troubled not the two, who could never be lost for long. There was now quite a clear path that led through the forest, but Telpë did not wish to travel on it and would rather always be surrounded by trees; but Milyamarien walked by the road, and ere long she heard a voice. It was singing a song about a road going ever on and on. Milyamarien called Telpë to her and they hid in the shadow of a large oak tree. A Hobbit was walking up the road. He was wearing a dark red waistcoat, a cream shirt, a green cloak and very dark green shorts. He had brown hair, and as far as
Milyamarien could see he had dark brown eyes. He carried a walking stick and a pack on his back. Milyamarien had always loved Hobbits but had never really had much experience with them. She followed him for a short way, still in the shadow of the trees, watching. Telpë followed her, wondering at Milyamarien's fascination. Telpë whispered to Milyamarien, "Osellé," which means sister not of blood kinship, "What are you doing? We need to be going soon." "Be silent but a moment." Milyamarien whispered back. They watched the Hobbit walk past, who was completely unaware of the avid attention of the Elves towards him. As soon as he was out of sight, Milyamarien turned to Telpë, with a look of utmost surprise and incomprehension on her face. "Never before have I felt such feelings of ... love in my heart, and for a Hobbit no less." Telpë was worried, for she could not recollect there ever being a union between an Elf and a Hobbit. "Think no more of it, osellé, and let us continue
with our task. That is the most important thing at the moment." Milyamarien looked into Telpë's eyed and saw naught but concern. She smiled and grasped Telpë's hand. "Let us go on then."
This is my first fic, so please review and tell me if its worth carrying on!
By Rykan
Ch. 2 The Old Forest
Milyamarien and Telpë rose with sun, and cleared up the site. They continued on their way to Imladris ere the dew on the grass had disappeared. They were following the road that lead to Bree, but Telpë was a curious Elf, as was Milyamarien, and having great love of trees, they had to explore the Old Forest, which was not now, if ever it had been, a dangerous place. Although the trees still did shift, this troubled not the two, who could never be lost for long. There was now quite a clear path that led through the forest, but Telpë did not wish to travel on it and would rather always be surrounded by trees; but Milyamarien walked by the road, and ere long she heard a voice. It was singing a song about a road going ever on and on. Milyamarien called Telpë to her and they hid in the shadow of a large oak tree. A Hobbit was walking up the road. He was wearing a dark red waistcoat, a cream shirt, a green cloak and very dark green shorts. He had brown hair, and as far as
Milyamarien could see he had dark brown eyes. He carried a walking stick and a pack on his back. Milyamarien had always loved Hobbits but had never really had much experience with them. She followed him for a short way, still in the shadow of the trees, watching. Telpë followed her, wondering at Milyamarien's fascination. Telpë whispered to Milyamarien, "Osellé," which means sister not of blood kinship, "What are you doing? We need to be going soon." "Be silent but a moment." Milyamarien whispered back. They watched the Hobbit walk past, who was completely unaware of the avid attention of the Elves towards him. As soon as he was out of sight, Milyamarien turned to Telpë, with a look of utmost surprise and incomprehension on her face. "Never before have I felt such feelings of ... love in my heart, and for a Hobbit no less." Telpë was worried, for she could not recollect there ever being a union between an Elf and a Hobbit. "Think no more of it, osellé, and let us continue
with our task. That is the most important thing at the moment." Milyamarien looked into Telpë's eyed and saw naught but concern. She smiled and grasped Telpë's hand. "Let us go on then."