A/N: for phoenixqueen, yes, Arathorn had a brief bout with Iverwan's
mother at a rowdy tavern. It was on a routine trip, but things didn't quite
go as routine as planned. There was a storm, so Arathorn and his men
stopped in at the first inn they came across, which didn't quite fit the
profile for a king. By now, most of the patrons were drunk, and Arathorn,
dressed in regular clothing, looked like just another weary traveller.
Iverwan's mother, as was said earlier, wasn't a regular half-elf either.
When she saw Arathorn, she thought he looked handsome, and she waited until
they were both good and drunk.. One thing lead to another.. And the rest,
as they say, is history.
Dawn was near, and the sun, for the first time in my life, was unwelcome in all its glowing splendour. I still hadn't reached Aragorn, and I was beginning to become anxious.
Big Sir understood, and tore even faster through the blur of trees, his caramel coat slick with sweat, and his mouth open and frothing. Big Sir ran like the wind, but to me, the wind didn't seem quick enough today.
* * *
Horse and rider entered into a meadow littered with ancient ruins, beneath the sound of steel on steel, was the ever present gurgle of a river.
"Oh no," I murmured, through the trees she saw flashes of movement, many more than she had hoped. "Oh no." I whispered once more.
Big Sir nudged my sword with his muzzle, evidently indicating I should run into the fray.
"Quite right..Quite right" I stated, breathing a deep shaky breath. I mounted the tall stallion once more, shaking off fear like a blanket, and rode straight into the fight.
* * *
I was surrounded by the orc.things. I had seen them in my visions and had known their name, but at the moment, their name was not so important as their blades cutting down towards me.
One attacked from my right, sending the whole throng after me. I parried and pivoted, catching two just below the breast plate in a sweeping arc. Even as I turned I could hear the sickening sound of their entrails sliding out of their bodies.
I took off the head of one, the blood spraying like a mist of rubies, and soon, the dozen orcs all became one orc in my mind, a continuous battle, one where thinking was dangerous. I ran, leaving Big Sir, heading down a steep hill into the belly of the whale. The orcs swarmed in like bees to a flower, until they saw me rushing for them.
It was strange, really. I was generally hot headed, but in a battle, all emotion seemed to drain away, leaving me clear headed, cold. Single moments seemed to stretch into hours, slowing down as I cut through the horde, leaving a trail of bloodied in my wake.
I neared on the pack that seemed to be growing smaller, throwing myself into the battle, I could no longer count how many I'd killed, and I hadn't stopped yet. I inched my way further, hacking at bodies that seemed to crowd around the blur in the center.
I had just stabbed one in the side when the distinct sound of an arrow became imminently clear. I ran from it, positioning myself at the back of my fellow fighter, whom I still hadn't had a clear look at.
It seemed my hearing was off.
The arrow struck me hard just below the shoulder, causing me to do two things, first, cry out, and second, leading me to believe I had not been the target, but my fighting companion.
Tears which I hadn't realized I'd been crying clouded my vision, until all I was attacking were blurs without long blond hair, because that was all I knew of my fellow fighter.
Somewhere I'd registered the sound of a horn, but I was occupied with the joy, and relief of the fleeing monsters.
The other I'd been fighting with ran towards the sound, but I slumped on the ground, my hands shaking with adrenaline. It was then I noticed the true pain the arrow had inflicted, since my mind was no longer on the fight.
I tried to put my left hand on the ground, but I winced in pain as soon as I had tried. The familiar clip-clop of hooves made me sigh in relief, it was Big Sir, who, of course, grunted disapproval at my degraded state.
"Oh hush.I don't see you with an arrow sticking out of your shoulder," I told him angrily. He grunted again and then pushed me forward, not altogether gentlemanly.
I rose after about five more rude shoves, following the sound of the horn. I wasn't crying any longer, the pain had dulled sufficiently to numbness.
I rounded the hill, seeing two people, a blond man lying on the ground, with about five arrow wounds in his chest and back, holding the broken edge of a sword to his heart.
He was saying something, though I wasn't close enough to hear it. He looked to be in great pain, and my heart leapt for him, the poor man. It was then I heard his last two words, and realized that the man leaning over him was my brother.
"My King." He said. His voice held such loyalty, such admiration even in the face of death that I could not help but feel the tears once again fall upon my cheeks.
* * *
I watched my brother strap on the circlet of the man who had just been laid to rest, sure that I had not been noticed by any of the three companions, all of whom seemed to be feeling so much loss. I had stayed behind an out cropping of rocks where I had sunk to my knees, my strength beginning to fail, blood loss I think.
I was silent as the began to walk towards me, unnoticed by any, they were all slowly walking backwards, staring silently at the flowing waters.
I heard my brother say to the others in a most inspiring voice,
"Lets hunt some orc!" and then he turned, half ready to sprint ahead to where the last few remaining had run past, and stop, dead in his tracks staring at my large steed. His eyes held disbelief, and yet, he called out a tentative "Big Sir? Is that you boy?"
Big Sir whickered in acknowledgement. "I don't believe it!" he nearly shouted in an exasperated tone.
"What now?" Questioned the surly looking dwarf who came around the other side, looking absolutely stricken at the sight of me, probably pale, blood soaking into my clothes.
No sooner than a moment after the dwarf was an elf with long blond hair, the one I had saved, accidentally of course, but saved nonetheless, by taking the arrow meant for him. He two looked dumbstruck, as if he couldn't place me, but then it seemed he remembered.
"Iverwan? What are you doing here?" Aragorn scolded as he quickly dropped down to inspect my wound.
"I had a vision-owww! Careful it hurts!" I muttered as he touched the raw skin around where the puncture wound was.
"It's going to hurt a lot more in a moment, Sister. Legolas, you knife and your cloak, now!" Aragorn ordered.
The blonde pulled out a long, curving elven blade, tossing it hilt-wise to my brother, and then abandoned his cloak to him also. I heard the dwarf mutter distinctly to the elf, Legolas, "Sister?" and I heard Legolas mutter back. "I had no idea; she doesn't look altogether human either,"
"Here," Aragorn said, thrusting a piece of dead wood at me, successfully drawing my back from the conversation, "Bite it. It's going to hurt, but it won't do any further damage."
He slung the cloak over my front and began to cut away the sections of clothing that clung to the wound.
"You biting the wood?" he asked. I nodded.
I felt a wrenching sensation as the arrow was pulled from my back, and bit down, *hard*. Tears sprung into my eyes and the pain I had felt earlier was heightened nearly three-fold.
"Now what happened?" he asked, after I had been bandaged, my front still covered by the cloak. I breathed in the scent. It smelled very good. Like the woods and cinnamon.
"I can explain that," Stated the tall blonde. At the moment, I felt extremely sorry for him. Aragorn had always been a protective brother, even if he wasn't always around, which had made him just this side of murderous when it came to my welfare.
"Well you had better star talking, Legolas," My brother seethed. I cringed.
"I was caught in the onslaught of orcs, when she happened into the fray, I had no notion of who she was-"
"And I still don't as a matter of fact!" The dwarf interrupted. Aragorn glared at him, and then returned his penetrating gaze back to Legolas.
"Carry on,"
"She heard the arrow coming and saved my life, and I am deeply indebted to your-your."
"Sister, my sister." Aragorn stated, still angry as he turned to me.
"It's not like I meant to!" I argued, "It just happened!" Clearly, the blood loss was getting to me.
"Why does it always have to be this way with you? Rushing head long into things with not a care for your own safety! Iverwan, I don't understand you! A quarter elf and yet you still insist on behaving like a human child! Learn some sense!" He growled, more with care than with anger, only I think I was the only one who was able to discern it.
Aragorn had ordered Legolas to give me a tunic, since my own was ruined, though the lanky elf's was more like a dress, falling nearly past my knees. We had decided to wait out the night where we were, Aragorn, after seeing to supper, and the fire, had gone off into a little corner out of the glow of the fire light to smoke his pipe gloomily.
A/N: hope this is long enough for you phoenixqueen, because I am tired and I'm not writing anymore tonight! No Legolas and Iverwan yet. Give me another chapter to establish some relationships within the new dynamics, and then continue.I'd rather have a plot than just straight out falling in love.nothing wrong with fluff, but I'd rather have a story along with it.
Mage O'Dell: This isn't a Mary sue, trust me.I'm nothing like Iverwan. But I admit there are a lot of characteristics that I borrow from people who have greatly influenced me, like all writers do. I will try especially hard though to keep my characters believable, you can count on that. ^_~'
Dawn was near, and the sun, for the first time in my life, was unwelcome in all its glowing splendour. I still hadn't reached Aragorn, and I was beginning to become anxious.
Big Sir understood, and tore even faster through the blur of trees, his caramel coat slick with sweat, and his mouth open and frothing. Big Sir ran like the wind, but to me, the wind didn't seem quick enough today.
* * *
Horse and rider entered into a meadow littered with ancient ruins, beneath the sound of steel on steel, was the ever present gurgle of a river.
"Oh no," I murmured, through the trees she saw flashes of movement, many more than she had hoped. "Oh no." I whispered once more.
Big Sir nudged my sword with his muzzle, evidently indicating I should run into the fray.
"Quite right..Quite right" I stated, breathing a deep shaky breath. I mounted the tall stallion once more, shaking off fear like a blanket, and rode straight into the fight.
* * *
I was surrounded by the orc.things. I had seen them in my visions and had known their name, but at the moment, their name was not so important as their blades cutting down towards me.
One attacked from my right, sending the whole throng after me. I parried and pivoted, catching two just below the breast plate in a sweeping arc. Even as I turned I could hear the sickening sound of their entrails sliding out of their bodies.
I took off the head of one, the blood spraying like a mist of rubies, and soon, the dozen orcs all became one orc in my mind, a continuous battle, one where thinking was dangerous. I ran, leaving Big Sir, heading down a steep hill into the belly of the whale. The orcs swarmed in like bees to a flower, until they saw me rushing for them.
It was strange, really. I was generally hot headed, but in a battle, all emotion seemed to drain away, leaving me clear headed, cold. Single moments seemed to stretch into hours, slowing down as I cut through the horde, leaving a trail of bloodied in my wake.
I neared on the pack that seemed to be growing smaller, throwing myself into the battle, I could no longer count how many I'd killed, and I hadn't stopped yet. I inched my way further, hacking at bodies that seemed to crowd around the blur in the center.
I had just stabbed one in the side when the distinct sound of an arrow became imminently clear. I ran from it, positioning myself at the back of my fellow fighter, whom I still hadn't had a clear look at.
It seemed my hearing was off.
The arrow struck me hard just below the shoulder, causing me to do two things, first, cry out, and second, leading me to believe I had not been the target, but my fighting companion.
Tears which I hadn't realized I'd been crying clouded my vision, until all I was attacking were blurs without long blond hair, because that was all I knew of my fellow fighter.
Somewhere I'd registered the sound of a horn, but I was occupied with the joy, and relief of the fleeing monsters.
The other I'd been fighting with ran towards the sound, but I slumped on the ground, my hands shaking with adrenaline. It was then I noticed the true pain the arrow had inflicted, since my mind was no longer on the fight.
I tried to put my left hand on the ground, but I winced in pain as soon as I had tried. The familiar clip-clop of hooves made me sigh in relief, it was Big Sir, who, of course, grunted disapproval at my degraded state.
"Oh hush.I don't see you with an arrow sticking out of your shoulder," I told him angrily. He grunted again and then pushed me forward, not altogether gentlemanly.
I rose after about five more rude shoves, following the sound of the horn. I wasn't crying any longer, the pain had dulled sufficiently to numbness.
I rounded the hill, seeing two people, a blond man lying on the ground, with about five arrow wounds in his chest and back, holding the broken edge of a sword to his heart.
He was saying something, though I wasn't close enough to hear it. He looked to be in great pain, and my heart leapt for him, the poor man. It was then I heard his last two words, and realized that the man leaning over him was my brother.
"My King." He said. His voice held such loyalty, such admiration even in the face of death that I could not help but feel the tears once again fall upon my cheeks.
* * *
I watched my brother strap on the circlet of the man who had just been laid to rest, sure that I had not been noticed by any of the three companions, all of whom seemed to be feeling so much loss. I had stayed behind an out cropping of rocks where I had sunk to my knees, my strength beginning to fail, blood loss I think.
I was silent as the began to walk towards me, unnoticed by any, they were all slowly walking backwards, staring silently at the flowing waters.
I heard my brother say to the others in a most inspiring voice,
"Lets hunt some orc!" and then he turned, half ready to sprint ahead to where the last few remaining had run past, and stop, dead in his tracks staring at my large steed. His eyes held disbelief, and yet, he called out a tentative "Big Sir? Is that you boy?"
Big Sir whickered in acknowledgement. "I don't believe it!" he nearly shouted in an exasperated tone.
"What now?" Questioned the surly looking dwarf who came around the other side, looking absolutely stricken at the sight of me, probably pale, blood soaking into my clothes.
No sooner than a moment after the dwarf was an elf with long blond hair, the one I had saved, accidentally of course, but saved nonetheless, by taking the arrow meant for him. He two looked dumbstruck, as if he couldn't place me, but then it seemed he remembered.
"Iverwan? What are you doing here?" Aragorn scolded as he quickly dropped down to inspect my wound.
"I had a vision-owww! Careful it hurts!" I muttered as he touched the raw skin around where the puncture wound was.
"It's going to hurt a lot more in a moment, Sister. Legolas, you knife and your cloak, now!" Aragorn ordered.
The blonde pulled out a long, curving elven blade, tossing it hilt-wise to my brother, and then abandoned his cloak to him also. I heard the dwarf mutter distinctly to the elf, Legolas, "Sister?" and I heard Legolas mutter back. "I had no idea; she doesn't look altogether human either,"
"Here," Aragorn said, thrusting a piece of dead wood at me, successfully drawing my back from the conversation, "Bite it. It's going to hurt, but it won't do any further damage."
He slung the cloak over my front and began to cut away the sections of clothing that clung to the wound.
"You biting the wood?" he asked. I nodded.
I felt a wrenching sensation as the arrow was pulled from my back, and bit down, *hard*. Tears sprung into my eyes and the pain I had felt earlier was heightened nearly three-fold.
"Now what happened?" he asked, after I had been bandaged, my front still covered by the cloak. I breathed in the scent. It smelled very good. Like the woods and cinnamon.
"I can explain that," Stated the tall blonde. At the moment, I felt extremely sorry for him. Aragorn had always been a protective brother, even if he wasn't always around, which had made him just this side of murderous when it came to my welfare.
"Well you had better star talking, Legolas," My brother seethed. I cringed.
"I was caught in the onslaught of orcs, when she happened into the fray, I had no notion of who she was-"
"And I still don't as a matter of fact!" The dwarf interrupted. Aragorn glared at him, and then returned his penetrating gaze back to Legolas.
"Carry on,"
"She heard the arrow coming and saved my life, and I am deeply indebted to your-your."
"Sister, my sister." Aragorn stated, still angry as he turned to me.
"It's not like I meant to!" I argued, "It just happened!" Clearly, the blood loss was getting to me.
"Why does it always have to be this way with you? Rushing head long into things with not a care for your own safety! Iverwan, I don't understand you! A quarter elf and yet you still insist on behaving like a human child! Learn some sense!" He growled, more with care than with anger, only I think I was the only one who was able to discern it.
Aragorn had ordered Legolas to give me a tunic, since my own was ruined, though the lanky elf's was more like a dress, falling nearly past my knees. We had decided to wait out the night where we were, Aragorn, after seeing to supper, and the fire, had gone off into a little corner out of the glow of the fire light to smoke his pipe gloomily.
A/N: hope this is long enough for you phoenixqueen, because I am tired and I'm not writing anymore tonight! No Legolas and Iverwan yet. Give me another chapter to establish some relationships within the new dynamics, and then continue.I'd rather have a plot than just straight out falling in love.nothing wrong with fluff, but I'd rather have a story along with it.
Mage O'Dell: This isn't a Mary sue, trust me.I'm nothing like Iverwan. But I admit there are a lot of characteristics that I borrow from people who have greatly influenced me, like all writers do. I will try especially hard though to keep my characters believable, you can count on that. ^_~'