::appears in a cloud of fog:: hello …… this is my first attempt at a LOTR
fic……..it's just an experiment featuring my character so please try to be
gentle………..enjoy!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT MYUNE, ALUSTRIEL AND POCKET LINT!! Want some pocket lint?
A small female figure ran as fast as she could through the trees. She could still hear the shouts and curses of the group of boys that chased her.
" Come back here you little bitch!" one of them called.
Upon hearing this she ran faster. Why were they chasing her? She hadn't done anything. Her sensitive ears picked up the sound of a dagger cutting through the air. She ducked behind a tree just as the dagger hit the ground where she had been seconds before. The small girl stopped and attempted to catch her breath.
" I thought 'Lorien was supposed to be a place of peace." She whispered breathlessly
Princess Alustriel Silver wing was a dark elf. She had lost her parents in a great battle when she was only 200 years old. She had been found wandering aimlessly through a human city one stormy day by none other than the lady Galadriel herself. The Lady said that she had heard the child's mind pleading for help and had left 'Lorien to find her. Galadriel adopted the small child in hopes of one day she would become a great leader.
At the age of 500 years Alustriel was a beautiful child. Brilliant stardust sliver hair that came down to her chin, and black bangs that came down to her hips framed her pale slender face. With skin so pale it could have shamed new fallen snow and brilliant moonstone colored eyes she rivaled the Lady of the Wood.
The shouting grew louder as boys approached. Alustriel began running through the brush again. She could hear them cursing at her and insulting her. Why were they chasing her? She had just come out of the glade where her 'mother' kept her mirror for a breath of fresh air when they spotted her.
Alustriel had spent the whole morning with her mother attempting to gain some control on the awesome power that her tiny body held. If ever she lost control of the power she could destroy the whole of Middle Earth. She had nearly done so a few nights ago when a horrible nightmare struck her.
"Why do they hate me so much?" she asked herself.
She ran on through the woods. A stinging pain grew in her side. One of the boys behind her called her a heretic. That was it. That was the straw that broke the mules back. She stopped running and turned to face them as the anger swelled in her.
The boys stopped and glared at her. The oldest , a half-elf by the name of Myune, had been the one to call her a heretic.
"Take that back." Alustriel growled dangerously.
"No." Myune sneered.
Alustriel could feel the familiar surge of power rising within her.
"I SAID TAKE IT BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed.
A blast of wind shot threw the trees as the power was released. Alustriel's eyes glowed blood red as her psychic power took over. She pointed the palm of her hand at Myune. He was lifted off the ground. She moved her hand so that it was pointed towards a nearby tree. Myune was thrown into the tree with enough force to knock the wind out of him.
"Alustriel! No!" a strong male voice cried.
Pain shot through her back as a power from the outside took over. Alustriel fell to her hands and knees. The pain was gone but it had left her short of breath and shaking .
"Be gone!" the strong voice said.
The boys grabbed Myune and ran. A strong hand lifted Alustriel's frail body from the ground. She looked up at the person who held her. She knew that long grayish beard anywhere. It was Gandalf. Her beloved master and teacher.
"Master, " she said weakly " I'm sorry…..I couldn't control it"
"Hush now my apprentice" Gandalf said quietly " it was not your fault."
Alustriel passed out in his arms. Gandalf sighed and carried the small girl back to her mother.
~~*
A small elfish boy awoke in his room in Mirkwood. With shoulder length blonde hair and aquamarine eyes he was a handsome youth. What was that power?
The small boy kicked off his covers and walked toward the window. His large white shirt hung past his knees. Young Prince Legolas had just experienced what had to have been the strangest dream of his life. It had been about a girl about his age with hair that was both black and silver at the same time. She seemed really nice. But why was she being chased?
Legolas had to admit that she was very pretty. But it was her eyes that had drawn him to her. They were bright moonstone in color and they had flecks of blue in them. The only problem was that they had seemed empty and almost dead.
The girl had intrigued him so much that it was impossible to believe that she wasn't real. He silently promised himself that he would one day meet this girl, even if his father told him not to.
Legolas left the window and crawled back into bed to finish his nap.
Well that's it. What do you think? Should I continue? Should I quit?
I don't know about you but I think Legolas would look cool with aquamarine colored eyes
Well must go
::vanishes in a cloud of silvery fog::
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT MYUNE, ALUSTRIEL AND POCKET LINT!! Want some pocket lint?
A small female figure ran as fast as she could through the trees. She could still hear the shouts and curses of the group of boys that chased her.
" Come back here you little bitch!" one of them called.
Upon hearing this she ran faster. Why were they chasing her? She hadn't done anything. Her sensitive ears picked up the sound of a dagger cutting through the air. She ducked behind a tree just as the dagger hit the ground where she had been seconds before. The small girl stopped and attempted to catch her breath.
" I thought 'Lorien was supposed to be a place of peace." She whispered breathlessly
Princess Alustriel Silver wing was a dark elf. She had lost her parents in a great battle when she was only 200 years old. She had been found wandering aimlessly through a human city one stormy day by none other than the lady Galadriel herself. The Lady said that she had heard the child's mind pleading for help and had left 'Lorien to find her. Galadriel adopted the small child in hopes of one day she would become a great leader.
At the age of 500 years Alustriel was a beautiful child. Brilliant stardust sliver hair that came down to her chin, and black bangs that came down to her hips framed her pale slender face. With skin so pale it could have shamed new fallen snow and brilliant moonstone colored eyes she rivaled the Lady of the Wood.
The shouting grew louder as boys approached. Alustriel began running through the brush again. She could hear them cursing at her and insulting her. Why were they chasing her? She had just come out of the glade where her 'mother' kept her mirror for a breath of fresh air when they spotted her.
Alustriel had spent the whole morning with her mother attempting to gain some control on the awesome power that her tiny body held. If ever she lost control of the power she could destroy the whole of Middle Earth. She had nearly done so a few nights ago when a horrible nightmare struck her.
"Why do they hate me so much?" she asked herself.
She ran on through the woods. A stinging pain grew in her side. One of the boys behind her called her a heretic. That was it. That was the straw that broke the mules back. She stopped running and turned to face them as the anger swelled in her.
The boys stopped and glared at her. The oldest , a half-elf by the name of Myune, had been the one to call her a heretic.
"Take that back." Alustriel growled dangerously.
"No." Myune sneered.
Alustriel could feel the familiar surge of power rising within her.
"I SAID TAKE IT BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed.
A blast of wind shot threw the trees as the power was released. Alustriel's eyes glowed blood red as her psychic power took over. She pointed the palm of her hand at Myune. He was lifted off the ground. She moved her hand so that it was pointed towards a nearby tree. Myune was thrown into the tree with enough force to knock the wind out of him.
"Alustriel! No!" a strong male voice cried.
Pain shot through her back as a power from the outside took over. Alustriel fell to her hands and knees. The pain was gone but it had left her short of breath and shaking .
"Be gone!" the strong voice said.
The boys grabbed Myune and ran. A strong hand lifted Alustriel's frail body from the ground. She looked up at the person who held her. She knew that long grayish beard anywhere. It was Gandalf. Her beloved master and teacher.
"Master, " she said weakly " I'm sorry…..I couldn't control it"
"Hush now my apprentice" Gandalf said quietly " it was not your fault."
Alustriel passed out in his arms. Gandalf sighed and carried the small girl back to her mother.
~~*
A small elfish boy awoke in his room in Mirkwood. With shoulder length blonde hair and aquamarine eyes he was a handsome youth. What was that power?
The small boy kicked off his covers and walked toward the window. His large white shirt hung past his knees. Young Prince Legolas had just experienced what had to have been the strangest dream of his life. It had been about a girl about his age with hair that was both black and silver at the same time. She seemed really nice. But why was she being chased?
Legolas had to admit that she was very pretty. But it was her eyes that had drawn him to her. They were bright moonstone in color and they had flecks of blue in them. The only problem was that they had seemed empty and almost dead.
The girl had intrigued him so much that it was impossible to believe that she wasn't real. He silently promised himself that he would one day meet this girl, even if his father told him not to.
Legolas left the window and crawled back into bed to finish his nap.
Well that's it. What do you think? Should I continue? Should I quit?
I don't know about you but I think Legolas would look cool with aquamarine colored eyes
Well must go
::vanishes in a cloud of silvery fog::