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Authors Note: Keeping with my true style of shamelessly putting myself in wonderful tales, here I am, once again! But you will have to read on to figure out what happens to me. In this case I am not a traveler from the future, but a creature of that time. Read on, PLEASE and review, I felt so happy with my other ones! Thank you to TigerBabe, for her wonderful skill of Elvish, which I have stolen. Please forgive me, but I NEED to use it! All wonderful comments are all for you! I've gone on a writing craze, so this chapter will be fairly long.
I collected my belongings quickly. Someone was coming, and a lone female traveler couldn't be too cautious. My sword glinted at my hip, banging against my thigh as a crept among the trees. I saw whom I had only heard, a group of hobbits, men, and a dwarf. I crouched by the trunk of a tree, hoping I was hidden, my dark hair falling over my shoulder. For an elf, I was strange looking. I did not have the classic light beauty of the blue eyed and blond females, with my dark brown eyes, and long almost black hair.
A strong hand closed around my mouth, another smashing my skull against the tree. Everything went black.
When I awoke, my hands and feet were bound, and I was in the dark. A trickle of blood ran down my cheek from a slash along one high cheekbone. I felt for my sword. It was gone. I saw it lying just out of my reach. I looked around, focusing on the small fire, surrounded by the group I had been running from earlier. Cursing to myself in my own, Elfish tongue, I felt for the tiny dagger I kept hidden at the small of my back. I grasped it and started to saw at my bonds.
Once my hands were free, I silently untied my feet, and stood. I did not find my captors smart, there was one more at the fire then I had seen earlier, they had left me without a guard. I hung my scabbard loosely at my hip, drew my sword, and slunk forward. I wanted to get to know my captors, without them knowing. I crouched by a tree, just out of their sight. Apparently, they were arguing about something.
"Well you didn't have to hurt her Legolas!" one of the hobbits said, who had a mop of curly dark hair, and some of the prettiest eyes I had ever seen.
"I didn't mean to Frodo, but she was armed, and she was spying. We all agreed that I would catch her. And I did, didn't I?" A glorious looking elf was speaking. He was tall and lithe, with golden hair and a walk that would turn the head of any Elf-woman.
"But you did and now there is b-blood," a chubby hobbit exclaimed, reminding me of my cheek wound. It would heal itself in time.
"A little blood never hurt anyone. She isn't badly injured Sam, calm down." This speaker was a man. I glared. Men were my enemies, although so were Elves, and Dwarves. I didn't like anyone, and thankfully, no one liked me.
The Elf, Legolas was his name, I recalled. I didn't like the way he was looking in my direction, could I be seen? Finally he looked away, but said something out of my earshot. I strained my hearing.
Suddenly, strong hands gripped my arms, my foot shot backwards. The man swore, but held on. I whirled out of his grip, blindly stumbling into their camp. I circled, sword glittering in front of me. How could I have been so stupid! I should have been watching them all, not just the conversation. All of them were on there feet, watching me, hands on their sword hilts, and bow drawn. I felt vulnerable.
"Calm down miss, we aren't going to hurt you," the man who had grabbed me said, hands forward in a show of peace.
"Auta minqula yrch!" I snapped, causing a laugh from Legolas.
The man replied calmly, the color in his cheeks rising to a blush. "I would go and kiss an orc to please you my lady, if there were any orcs around. But since there aren't, I will have to find some other form of flattery." This caused many a laugh from his companions, although he kept a straight face. "Tula, hama nneva i'naur" he said, motioning to a fallen log by their fire.
I let my sword down an inch; this group was starting to amuse me. A smile curled to corners of my lips, "You aim to please, yet you speak the tongue of my people. That alone is an insult to me, and to your friend there, unless you have warped him of his beliefs," I said, motioning to Legolas with my sword when I mentioned him. "I will not sit, until you tell me why you tried to hold me against my will." I touched a fingertip to my cheek, wiping off a drop of blood from pale skin.
"We are on a dangerous mission. We did not know if you were a threat or spy. May we ask, why were you watching us?" Legolas seemed to recover himself after my attack on his pride, soon enough to answer.
"A female traveler can't be too careful. I have my pride, gentlemen, and I was not about to be spotted. I did not know you had one of my kin among you, or I would not have hid." I said, choosing my words carefully, as not to embarrass myself.
"Then please, join us. We will not hurt you, most of us are but lads ourselves," Frodo said, motioning to a seat.
Legolas, noting the doubtful look on my face came closer, causing me to raise my sword again. He opened his arms in a sign of peace. "Ed' I'ear ar' elenea, cormlle naa Tanya tel'raa. Asca, tula, hama neva i'naur."
My devious, stubborn side took hold of the weak one, willing myself not to sit. "Flattery will get you no where, Legolas." He looked a little shocked that I knew his name. "At least not with me." I sheathed my sword. "I will sit on one condition," I said, keeping one hand on my sword hilt. "You tell me where you are going, and why you are going there, and permit me to join you, if I choose."
Jaws dropped all around. "We will allow you to come with us, and along the way you may prove yourself worthy to us. If you prove yourself useful, you may know. It is not wise to tell you our plan right now, as we don't know you. But, little lion," A man who had been silent until now spoke, looking at Legolas, who blushed a little at the nickname he gave me, continued. "You will know, before your journey is over. We will not request your motives right now, but we would also like to learn them, before long."
I looked at this man with respect; his words seemed kind, and trustful. Much to my annoyance, I sat, stiffly, and on guard. "Relax little lion, esta sinome." My back loosened, and I relaxed. Legolas returned to his seat, which was next to mine. It felt almost right, to have an elf next to me once again. I decided to watch him, I didn't want to become close to anyone, not even a mannerly elf.
"What is your name, morier?" I stiffened. Morier, meaning Dark One, was something I loathed being called. I jumped to my feet, exclaiming in an angry tone, "Aiya! Amin feuya ten' lle, nadorhuan!" My voice was icy, and all eyes were upon us. The man, the one who had convinced me to sit down, put a hand on my shoulder. For some reason, I didn't hit him.
"Please, sit down. Legolas, whatever he said, I'm sure was not meant in spite." The man said, releasing his grip on my shoulder. I remained standing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would irritate you. Please, sit down." Legolas motioned to where I had been sitting before. I sat. Obviously, he was sorry, and I didn't think these people would hurt me.
"My name is Narie. Happy?" I asked Legolas, and he nodded. Suddenly a tall, gray haired man came out of now where and strolled into the camp.
"Gandalf!" Frodo exclaimed, and hurried over to greet him. There were mutters of how they could go to sleep now, when Gandalf's twinkling eyes fell upon me.
"And who is this? An addition to our merry group?" I met his eyes squarely. He seemed all right, but I wasn't sure about anything at all at the moment.
Soon enough, my name was mentioned, and how I got there. Soon, Gandalf's attention was diverted by one of the hobbits.
Soon everyone was getting ready to sleep, and Legolas offered to take the watch. I was given a blanket, and the fire was extinguished. I lay down, but sleep was far away. I got up and wandered over to where Legolas was walking around. I smiled at him and leaned against a tree, gazing at the stars. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked. I shook my head.
"I'm sorry about what I called you, when I was angry. It was uncalled for." I felt bad, Legolas didn't know I had run from my home because of my looks.
"It's ok. Consider us even." He smiled. I decided that I liked his smile. I decided that everything might turn out alright for me, as I poured out my story to him.
Authors Note: Keeping with my true style of shamelessly putting myself in wonderful tales, here I am, once again! But you will have to read on to figure out what happens to me. In this case I am not a traveler from the future, but a creature of that time. Read on, PLEASE and review, I felt so happy with my other ones! Thank you to TigerBabe, for her wonderful skill of Elvish, which I have stolen. Please forgive me, but I NEED to use it! All wonderful comments are all for you! I've gone on a writing craze, so this chapter will be fairly long.
I collected my belongings quickly. Someone was coming, and a lone female traveler couldn't be too cautious. My sword glinted at my hip, banging against my thigh as a crept among the trees. I saw whom I had only heard, a group of hobbits, men, and a dwarf. I crouched by the trunk of a tree, hoping I was hidden, my dark hair falling over my shoulder. For an elf, I was strange looking. I did not have the classic light beauty of the blue eyed and blond females, with my dark brown eyes, and long almost black hair.
A strong hand closed around my mouth, another smashing my skull against the tree. Everything went black.
When I awoke, my hands and feet were bound, and I was in the dark. A trickle of blood ran down my cheek from a slash along one high cheekbone. I felt for my sword. It was gone. I saw it lying just out of my reach. I looked around, focusing on the small fire, surrounded by the group I had been running from earlier. Cursing to myself in my own, Elfish tongue, I felt for the tiny dagger I kept hidden at the small of my back. I grasped it and started to saw at my bonds.
Once my hands were free, I silently untied my feet, and stood. I did not find my captors smart, there was one more at the fire then I had seen earlier, they had left me without a guard. I hung my scabbard loosely at my hip, drew my sword, and slunk forward. I wanted to get to know my captors, without them knowing. I crouched by a tree, just out of their sight. Apparently, they were arguing about something.
"Well you didn't have to hurt her Legolas!" one of the hobbits said, who had a mop of curly dark hair, and some of the prettiest eyes I had ever seen.
"I didn't mean to Frodo, but she was armed, and she was spying. We all agreed that I would catch her. And I did, didn't I?" A glorious looking elf was speaking. He was tall and lithe, with golden hair and a walk that would turn the head of any Elf-woman.
"But you did and now there is b-blood," a chubby hobbit exclaimed, reminding me of my cheek wound. It would heal itself in time.
"A little blood never hurt anyone. She isn't badly injured Sam, calm down." This speaker was a man. I glared. Men were my enemies, although so were Elves, and Dwarves. I didn't like anyone, and thankfully, no one liked me.
The Elf, Legolas was his name, I recalled. I didn't like the way he was looking in my direction, could I be seen? Finally he looked away, but said something out of my earshot. I strained my hearing.
Suddenly, strong hands gripped my arms, my foot shot backwards. The man swore, but held on. I whirled out of his grip, blindly stumbling into their camp. I circled, sword glittering in front of me. How could I have been so stupid! I should have been watching them all, not just the conversation. All of them were on there feet, watching me, hands on their sword hilts, and bow drawn. I felt vulnerable.
"Calm down miss, we aren't going to hurt you," the man who had grabbed me said, hands forward in a show of peace.
"Auta minqula yrch!" I snapped, causing a laugh from Legolas.
The man replied calmly, the color in his cheeks rising to a blush. "I would go and kiss an orc to please you my lady, if there were any orcs around. But since there aren't, I will have to find some other form of flattery." This caused many a laugh from his companions, although he kept a straight face. "Tula, hama nneva i'naur" he said, motioning to a fallen log by their fire.
I let my sword down an inch; this group was starting to amuse me. A smile curled to corners of my lips, "You aim to please, yet you speak the tongue of my people. That alone is an insult to me, and to your friend there, unless you have warped him of his beliefs," I said, motioning to Legolas with my sword when I mentioned him. "I will not sit, until you tell me why you tried to hold me against my will." I touched a fingertip to my cheek, wiping off a drop of blood from pale skin.
"We are on a dangerous mission. We did not know if you were a threat or spy. May we ask, why were you watching us?" Legolas seemed to recover himself after my attack on his pride, soon enough to answer.
"A female traveler can't be too careful. I have my pride, gentlemen, and I was not about to be spotted. I did not know you had one of my kin among you, or I would not have hid." I said, choosing my words carefully, as not to embarrass myself.
"Then please, join us. We will not hurt you, most of us are but lads ourselves," Frodo said, motioning to a seat.
Legolas, noting the doubtful look on my face came closer, causing me to raise my sword again. He opened his arms in a sign of peace. "Ed' I'ear ar' elenea, cormlle naa Tanya tel'raa. Asca, tula, hama neva i'naur."
My devious, stubborn side took hold of the weak one, willing myself not to sit. "Flattery will get you no where, Legolas." He looked a little shocked that I knew his name. "At least not with me." I sheathed my sword. "I will sit on one condition," I said, keeping one hand on my sword hilt. "You tell me where you are going, and why you are going there, and permit me to join you, if I choose."
Jaws dropped all around. "We will allow you to come with us, and along the way you may prove yourself worthy to us. If you prove yourself useful, you may know. It is not wise to tell you our plan right now, as we don't know you. But, little lion," A man who had been silent until now spoke, looking at Legolas, who blushed a little at the nickname he gave me, continued. "You will know, before your journey is over. We will not request your motives right now, but we would also like to learn them, before long."
I looked at this man with respect; his words seemed kind, and trustful. Much to my annoyance, I sat, stiffly, and on guard. "Relax little lion, esta sinome." My back loosened, and I relaxed. Legolas returned to his seat, which was next to mine. It felt almost right, to have an elf next to me once again. I decided to watch him, I didn't want to become close to anyone, not even a mannerly elf.
"What is your name, morier?" I stiffened. Morier, meaning Dark One, was something I loathed being called. I jumped to my feet, exclaiming in an angry tone, "Aiya! Amin feuya ten' lle, nadorhuan!" My voice was icy, and all eyes were upon us. The man, the one who had convinced me to sit down, put a hand on my shoulder. For some reason, I didn't hit him.
"Please, sit down. Legolas, whatever he said, I'm sure was not meant in spite." The man said, releasing his grip on my shoulder. I remained standing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would irritate you. Please, sit down." Legolas motioned to where I had been sitting before. I sat. Obviously, he was sorry, and I didn't think these people would hurt me.
"My name is Narie. Happy?" I asked Legolas, and he nodded. Suddenly a tall, gray haired man came out of now where and strolled into the camp.
"Gandalf!" Frodo exclaimed, and hurried over to greet him. There were mutters of how they could go to sleep now, when Gandalf's twinkling eyes fell upon me.
"And who is this? An addition to our merry group?" I met his eyes squarely. He seemed all right, but I wasn't sure about anything at all at the moment.
Soon enough, my name was mentioned, and how I got there. Soon, Gandalf's attention was diverted by one of the hobbits.
Soon everyone was getting ready to sleep, and Legolas offered to take the watch. I was given a blanket, and the fire was extinguished. I lay down, but sleep was far away. I got up and wandered over to where Legolas was walking around. I smiled at him and leaned against a tree, gazing at the stars. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked. I shook my head.
"I'm sorry about what I called you, when I was angry. It was uncalled for." I felt bad, Legolas didn't know I had run from my home because of my looks.
"It's ok. Consider us even." He smiled. I decided that I liked his smile. I decided that everything might turn out alright for me, as I poured out my story to him.