Author's note: Sorry this is so short, but so far my whole story is short
(only 26 pages typed) and I am thinking about rewriting a part of it
because I totally screwed it up. Oh well, please review and tell me if you
like it.
Rose and Star
Chapter two
The stranger, who had been expecting a male fighter, dropped his sword in shock and stared in awe. In the moonlight he saw a beautiful maiden cloaked in gray with flaming eyes and streaming red hair, in her hand there was a shining sword. She looked at the man, he was cloaked in deep green, he was tall and strongly built, had deep gray eyes and long blonde hair. In his eyes, she saw a look of shock and wonder. Seeing his dropped sword, she sprang forward as he quickly bent down to pick it up. She set her foot on his sword so he could not lift it, and she put the tip of her sword under the man's chin. She lifted his face up to look at her own. He had one knee bent and one on the ground. She motioned for him to stand, which he did. He was at least three inches taller than she was. He looked her in the eyes.
In his eyes, she now saw a look of wonder and fear. She then said in Elvish "Who are you? What are you doing here?" The man stared at her with a look of slight confusion on his face. She understood that he did not speak Elvish and slowly in the common tongue she said, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
He had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was debating what to tell or not tell this dangerous maiden. She grew impatient and said, "If you do not tell me, I will kill you." At this, the man slowly said "I am called Darmir by the people of Gondor, and my purpose for being here is my own, but. " Then he hesitated and looked away from her face.
She then asked " 'But' what?" Darmir looked back at her face and into her eyes. There he saw a fierce light, but he also saw a small amount of fear there, for she feared that this man might be very strong and overpower her. Then he replied in a whispering voice "Lady, I wish to ask of you only your name, though you need not give it, for I would understand why."
She stared in disbelief at Darmir. All Men she had encountered had been rude and full of hate, yet he was polite, almost elvish in manner. She lowered her sword to her side and said, "I am Róisín Birch-Leaf, messenger of Galadriel and Captain of the Guardians of the boarders of Lórien," his face lit up at the mention of Galadriel and Lórien. She looked at him suspiciously and asked, "But what is your purpose for asking so?"
Darmir meekly replied, "I fear you are going to kill me, Lady Birch-Leaf, and I only wished to know the name of the last, and most beautiful thing I have ever lain my eyes upon."
At this, Róisín dropped her sword and stared at him. She looked him in the eyes. She saw that now his eyes were filled with a softness that reminded her of something, but she could not quite place it. Then it came to her, it reminded her of the look of love, and she did not like it. She shuddered and Darmir thought she had shivered from the cold, for a light wind had just blown.
He took off his cloak, and wrapped it around her. Then he said in a soft voice "Here, take this and come sit by the fire with me if you are cold. I will not harm you, for you have shown me great kindness by sparing my life. I am very grateful for this and for your gracing me with your presence."
He then started to lead her to the fire before she could resist. She willingly went towards the fire, but asked "Are you not cold? I will be fine without your cloak." Darmir just looked at her, slowly shook his head, and smiled. He sat her down near the fire and put more wood on it.
He then said "Are you hungry? If so, I have some provisions that I am willing to share with you." Róisín stared into the fire and said, "I only wish for a drink of water, I have not had any in a few days. I have food of my own in my pack and I have already eaten my dinner, but I thank you for your kindness." Then she lifted her face skyward. She looked around at the stars, then her eyes fell upon the moon and she became transfixed by it. Her eyes became unfocused and she became unaware of her surroundings, not noticing that Darmir had left the fireside.
Rose and Star
Chapter two
The stranger, who had been expecting a male fighter, dropped his sword in shock and stared in awe. In the moonlight he saw a beautiful maiden cloaked in gray with flaming eyes and streaming red hair, in her hand there was a shining sword. She looked at the man, he was cloaked in deep green, he was tall and strongly built, had deep gray eyes and long blonde hair. In his eyes, she saw a look of shock and wonder. Seeing his dropped sword, she sprang forward as he quickly bent down to pick it up. She set her foot on his sword so he could not lift it, and she put the tip of her sword under the man's chin. She lifted his face up to look at her own. He had one knee bent and one on the ground. She motioned for him to stand, which he did. He was at least three inches taller than she was. He looked her in the eyes.
In his eyes, she now saw a look of wonder and fear. She then said in Elvish "Who are you? What are you doing here?" The man stared at her with a look of slight confusion on his face. She understood that he did not speak Elvish and slowly in the common tongue she said, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
He had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was debating what to tell or not tell this dangerous maiden. She grew impatient and said, "If you do not tell me, I will kill you." At this, the man slowly said "I am called Darmir by the people of Gondor, and my purpose for being here is my own, but. " Then he hesitated and looked away from her face.
She then asked " 'But' what?" Darmir looked back at her face and into her eyes. There he saw a fierce light, but he also saw a small amount of fear there, for she feared that this man might be very strong and overpower her. Then he replied in a whispering voice "Lady, I wish to ask of you only your name, though you need not give it, for I would understand why."
She stared in disbelief at Darmir. All Men she had encountered had been rude and full of hate, yet he was polite, almost elvish in manner. She lowered her sword to her side and said, "I am Róisín Birch-Leaf, messenger of Galadriel and Captain of the Guardians of the boarders of Lórien," his face lit up at the mention of Galadriel and Lórien. She looked at him suspiciously and asked, "But what is your purpose for asking so?"
Darmir meekly replied, "I fear you are going to kill me, Lady Birch-Leaf, and I only wished to know the name of the last, and most beautiful thing I have ever lain my eyes upon."
At this, Róisín dropped her sword and stared at him. She looked him in the eyes. She saw that now his eyes were filled with a softness that reminded her of something, but she could not quite place it. Then it came to her, it reminded her of the look of love, and she did not like it. She shuddered and Darmir thought she had shivered from the cold, for a light wind had just blown.
He took off his cloak, and wrapped it around her. Then he said in a soft voice "Here, take this and come sit by the fire with me if you are cold. I will not harm you, for you have shown me great kindness by sparing my life. I am very grateful for this and for your gracing me with your presence."
He then started to lead her to the fire before she could resist. She willingly went towards the fire, but asked "Are you not cold? I will be fine without your cloak." Darmir just looked at her, slowly shook his head, and smiled. He sat her down near the fire and put more wood on it.
He then said "Are you hungry? If so, I have some provisions that I am willing to share with you." Róisín stared into the fire and said, "I only wish for a drink of water, I have not had any in a few days. I have food of my own in my pack and I have already eaten my dinner, but I thank you for your kindness." Then she lifted her face skyward. She looked around at the stars, then her eyes fell upon the moon and she became transfixed by it. Her eyes became unfocused and she became unaware of her surroundings, not noticing that Darmir had left the fireside.