New Chapter! Thank you to all my reviewers, *applause*
The MS issue. Well, to make it short I like writing romances-and I'm not a fan of slash. so, what's left? The dreaded original female character. I understand how they can be annoying. Its just these are the kind of stories I like reading-and writing. (thank you so much for the dialogue and style comment though! ;D)
Oh and Salysha, I hope lip twisting is a good thing. heh
So with that out of the way….
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old," began Elrond, "I have summoned you all here to answer the threat of Mordor."
Elrond looked from his left to his right. It seemed good fate had brought in these wayward travelers.
'The prince of the woodland elves, Legolas,' Elrond thought to himself as he surveyed. 'Boromir, the son of the steward of Gondor. There is Aragorn, the heir to the throne of Gondor. Each has a specific tie to their peoples. And who is this?' he thought as his eyes glimpsed the woman. 'Ah, yes. Nerin, the daughter of Thalilon. She knows nothing of her ancestry, nor should she.'
Elrond called Frodo forward. Frodo approached the pedestal. Slowly, cautiously he sat a ring, The Ring, in the center. He then walked, relieved, back to his seat.
Muffled voices rose from the council. Nerin felt as though she was the only one who did not understand.
"It is a gift!" Boromir exclaimed rising from his seat. "We must use this against Mordor. This is the tool Gondor has been seeking!"
Nerin shifted in her seat. The ring seemed to be calling to her. Thoughts arose in her mind. She heard the ring say something barely intelligible, but in her mind the meaning was clear.
'I can make your father love you. I can make them all love you.'
"None of us can wield this ring. It serves only it's true master." Aragorn had stood and was counteracting Boromir's idea.
"There is only one choice." Elrond spoke up to break the tension. "The ring must be destroyed."
Nerin watched interestedly as the members of the council debated who should carry the ring to Mordor. The least likely, small Frodo, was the one who, in the end, bored the burden.
One by one, different members joined with him. It was at this moment Nerin decided she had been silent too long.
"I will join with you as well." she said, after Boromir had pledged Gondor's support.
"Sit back down, woman." Boromir instructed. "You'll not go."
"I'd like to see a brut, such as you, stop me." she taunted and then bowed her head at Frodo.
"The road to Mordor is not an easy one." Elrond warned. "It is not a place for a woman."
"Yet, you care not if a hobbit would go." she argued.
"Speaking of hobbits." interrupted Gandalf. He turned and sure enough there were 3 more hobbits peaking over the bushes
"Frodo goes no where without me." said Sam coming out of hiding.
"We're coming too." chorused Merry and Pippin.
"Very well," Elrond surrendered. "You will be the Fellowship of The Ring. But before you leave, you will stay the night in Rivendell. A banquet in your honor, and a full night's rest for your embarking tomorrow morning."
No one argued.
----
Nerin walked out onto a small courtyard to amuse herself as the elves prepared for the night's banquet.
"I suppose you're proud of yourself." Boromir said as he approached her. He walked without his shield or sword. He bore what was unmistakably a look of frustration.
"If you've come to inform me that I wasn't born male, you can save yourself the trouble." She waved him off with her hand and sat on a stone bench.
"I can't protect you and the ring bearer." Boromir said lowering his voice. He held a tone of kindness.
Nerin, however, was oblivious to his tone of voice. She only heard two of his words.
"Protect me?" She scarcely believed he had actually said it.
"Women are to be protected. It is a matter of honor." he explained.
"If you genuinely understand honor, Boromir, then you will know that I cannot sit idly by while the fate of the world is in peril." her eyes begged him to understand.
Boromir walked a few steps away, his head hung low. The problem was he did understand what she had meant. It was exactly the way he felt.
"I do understand honor." he turned back to her. "I only hope you truly are capable." Boromir walked away purposefully. He did not look back.
----
An hour later the great dining table was full with people. The Fellowship and well-wishers gathered together along the table. Lord Elrond sat at the head, his wise smile emanating a calmness that lifted the heaviness of the matter at hand.
Elvin food was different from the food of the humans. Its delicate sauces, gravies, and thin white breads seemed too light to Nerin. She was used to ale opposed to wine, and red meat opposed to the white meat of rabbit and foul. After a plateful, however, she was just as full as if she had ate a four course meal. She noticed Boromir's eyes. They kept catching hers from across the table.
-
Boromir sat confused. He couldn't categorize Nerin. One moment, she was riding along side him on horseback, the next, she was smiling dreamily over her glass of river-cooled wine. He watched her eat. She had the mannerisms of a man, bent over her plate. She wasn't messy, but she did controlled her space well.
-
After the banquet everyone was shown to different rooms for the night.
-
Nerin laid in her cozy bed staring at the moon through the opened archway. She had been used to sleeping in nature, but this was amazing.
The days events seemed swept from her mind. Her eyelids fluttered closed. She was almost asleep when she realized she was no longer alone.
End of chap 4.
Cliffhanger? Hehe any ideas on who *that* is sneaking into her bedroom? Honestly I haven't decided yet. Well, ok I have a pretty good idea J
The MS issue. Well, to make it short I like writing romances-and I'm not a fan of slash. so, what's left? The dreaded original female character. I understand how they can be annoying. Its just these are the kind of stories I like reading-and writing. (thank you so much for the dialogue and style comment though! ;D)
Oh and Salysha, I hope lip twisting is a good thing. heh
So with that out of the way….
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old," began Elrond, "I have summoned you all here to answer the threat of Mordor."
Elrond looked from his left to his right. It seemed good fate had brought in these wayward travelers.
'The prince of the woodland elves, Legolas,' Elrond thought to himself as he surveyed. 'Boromir, the son of the steward of Gondor. There is Aragorn, the heir to the throne of Gondor. Each has a specific tie to their peoples. And who is this?' he thought as his eyes glimpsed the woman. 'Ah, yes. Nerin, the daughter of Thalilon. She knows nothing of her ancestry, nor should she.'
Elrond called Frodo forward. Frodo approached the pedestal. Slowly, cautiously he sat a ring, The Ring, in the center. He then walked, relieved, back to his seat.
Muffled voices rose from the council. Nerin felt as though she was the only one who did not understand.
"It is a gift!" Boromir exclaimed rising from his seat. "We must use this against Mordor. This is the tool Gondor has been seeking!"
Nerin shifted in her seat. The ring seemed to be calling to her. Thoughts arose in her mind. She heard the ring say something barely intelligible, but in her mind the meaning was clear.
'I can make your father love you. I can make them all love you.'
"None of us can wield this ring. It serves only it's true master." Aragorn had stood and was counteracting Boromir's idea.
"There is only one choice." Elrond spoke up to break the tension. "The ring must be destroyed."
Nerin watched interestedly as the members of the council debated who should carry the ring to Mordor. The least likely, small Frodo, was the one who, in the end, bored the burden.
One by one, different members joined with him. It was at this moment Nerin decided she had been silent too long.
"I will join with you as well." she said, after Boromir had pledged Gondor's support.
"Sit back down, woman." Boromir instructed. "You'll not go."
"I'd like to see a brut, such as you, stop me." she taunted and then bowed her head at Frodo.
"The road to Mordor is not an easy one." Elrond warned. "It is not a place for a woman."
"Yet, you care not if a hobbit would go." she argued.
"Speaking of hobbits." interrupted Gandalf. He turned and sure enough there were 3 more hobbits peaking over the bushes
"Frodo goes no where without me." said Sam coming out of hiding.
"We're coming too." chorused Merry and Pippin.
"Very well," Elrond surrendered. "You will be the Fellowship of The Ring. But before you leave, you will stay the night in Rivendell. A banquet in your honor, and a full night's rest for your embarking tomorrow morning."
No one argued.
----
Nerin walked out onto a small courtyard to amuse herself as the elves prepared for the night's banquet.
"I suppose you're proud of yourself." Boromir said as he approached her. He walked without his shield or sword. He bore what was unmistakably a look of frustration.
"If you've come to inform me that I wasn't born male, you can save yourself the trouble." She waved him off with her hand and sat on a stone bench.
"I can't protect you and the ring bearer." Boromir said lowering his voice. He held a tone of kindness.
Nerin, however, was oblivious to his tone of voice. She only heard two of his words.
"Protect me?" She scarcely believed he had actually said it.
"Women are to be protected. It is a matter of honor." he explained.
"If you genuinely understand honor, Boromir, then you will know that I cannot sit idly by while the fate of the world is in peril." her eyes begged him to understand.
Boromir walked a few steps away, his head hung low. The problem was he did understand what she had meant. It was exactly the way he felt.
"I do understand honor." he turned back to her. "I only hope you truly are capable." Boromir walked away purposefully. He did not look back.
----
An hour later the great dining table was full with people. The Fellowship and well-wishers gathered together along the table. Lord Elrond sat at the head, his wise smile emanating a calmness that lifted the heaviness of the matter at hand.
Elvin food was different from the food of the humans. Its delicate sauces, gravies, and thin white breads seemed too light to Nerin. She was used to ale opposed to wine, and red meat opposed to the white meat of rabbit and foul. After a plateful, however, she was just as full as if she had ate a four course meal. She noticed Boromir's eyes. They kept catching hers from across the table.
-
Boromir sat confused. He couldn't categorize Nerin. One moment, she was riding along side him on horseback, the next, she was smiling dreamily over her glass of river-cooled wine. He watched her eat. She had the mannerisms of a man, bent over her plate. She wasn't messy, but she did controlled her space well.
-
After the banquet everyone was shown to different rooms for the night.
-
Nerin laid in her cozy bed staring at the moon through the opened archway. She had been used to sleeping in nature, but this was amazing.
The days events seemed swept from her mind. Her eyelids fluttered closed. She was almost asleep when she realized she was no longer alone.
End of chap 4.
Cliffhanger? Hehe any ideas on who *that* is sneaking into her bedroom? Honestly I haven't decided yet. Well, ok I have a pretty good idea J