Ok Before I begin Chapter 4 I would like to do something I should have done
a long time ago. DISCLAIMER: OBVIOUSLY I don't own LOTR (Although I wish I
did), so if you see ANY characters that belong to LOTR, it's not mine,
DUH!!! HOWEVER: any of my characters,(ie; Vallinoria, Lurenia, ect.) belong
to me!!! Ok I'm done. NOW READ! (and I want review too!)
Oh and, just to let you know; this next chapter is short.
Ok READ!
Chapter 4
Whenever Vallinoria traveled, she never kept track of where she was. She just let her heart lead the way.
One night, after about a week of walking for endless miles, she was brushing her soft hair in the moonlight by a lake.
As she looked into the water at her reflection, she suddenly saw a bright light coming from under the water. It curled into a clear ball, and Vallinoria could not take her eyes off it.
As she gazed into it more closely, she saw many things.
A young she-elf was playing with some other young elves. She could then hear laughing and giggling, and she saw the smiles on the little elves' faces. Suddenly it flashed a bright light that hurt her eyes. Then the little elves turned from happy and giggly, to screaming and afraid. They were running from something, she realized. As she heard more screams and shouts of the little elves (as well as some adult ones,) she saw a burst of flame. She closed her eyes and moaned for it all to stop. Silence took over, and Vallinoria opened her eyes to find the water calm and back to normal, in the midst of the night.
For a while she just sat there, trying to soak it all in.
"What could that possibly mean? Why do such strange things keep happening to me?" She questioned. She thought about it until sunrise with no answer to her questions.
She continued to travel for another week, passing many forests, and taking her time. She stopped by a small, unknown, village where men lived, and bought a horse she named Sorantiel, who was loyal with the strength of a tiger, eyes of a hawk, and was as soft as silk.
One gloomy day, as she was riding Sorantiel along the path in a forest, she heard a funny hissing sound. Sorantiel suddenly stopped, and as Vallinoria urged her to go on, Sorantiel refused, kicking her front legs high in the air, causing Vallinoria to slide off. "Steady girl, steady!" Vallinoria said, while petting Sorantiel's head. As she was trying to calm her petrified horse, she heard a terrified whisper that echoed in the distance. "Beware." She gasped; terrified and drenched with sweat, as she looked around desperately. "Lets go, Sorantiel.now! Th-there I-is nothing to se-ee here." she said, quivering and trying to keep calm. A faint cry was herd in the air. Vallinoria couldn't make anything of it. Sorantiel was gone in the blink of an eye. The cold breeze was getting harder, and stronger. She could feel a presence in the air, but no one was around. She started to run fast without looking back, and suddenly felt dizzy. She fell to the ground.
~Suddenly she was in Legolas' arms, staring into his eyes. Their lips got close until there was not space between them, and she found herself lost in his kiss. But it felt more like a wet, slimy one at that.~
She woke up in a field on top of a hill, in broad daylight, with Sorantiel licking all over her face. "Well, that explains why Legolas was so strange!" she laughed, petting Sorantiel's head. "I must have been asleep for hours." Sorantiel just stared at her.
For a while she just sat there, thinking of Lurenia and Frodo---and Legolas. She had This urge to see Legolas again; a need. She thought about the night before; how she heard a voice saying "beware"
"How do you think I got here, Sorantiel?" She said as she got up and stroked Sorantiel's head.
"I have not a clue." said a voice "Who has said that??" Vallinoria said, puzzled. Sorantiel just stared at her.
Chapter 4
Whenever Vallinoria traveled, she never kept track of where she was. She just let her heart lead the way.
One night, after about a week of walking for endless miles, she was brushing her soft hair in the moonlight by a lake.
As she looked into the water at her reflection, she suddenly saw a bright light coming from under the water. It curled into a clear ball, and Vallinoria could not take her eyes off it.
As she gazed into it more closely, she saw many things.
A young she-elf was playing with some other young elves. She could then hear laughing and giggling, and she saw the smiles on the little elves' faces. Suddenly it flashed a bright light that hurt her eyes. Then the little elves turned from happy and giggly, to screaming and afraid. They were running from something, she realized. As she heard more screams and shouts of the little elves (as well as some adult ones,) she saw a burst of flame. She closed her eyes and moaned for it all to stop. Silence took over, and Vallinoria opened her eyes to find the water calm and back to normal, in the midst of the night.
For a while she just sat there, trying to soak it all in.
"What could that possibly mean? Why do such strange things keep happening to me?" She questioned. She thought about it until sunrise with no answer to her questions.
She continued to travel for another week, passing many forests, and taking her time. She stopped by a small, unknown, village where men lived, and bought a horse she named Sorantiel, who was loyal with the strength of a tiger, eyes of a hawk, and was as soft as silk.
One gloomy day, as she was riding Sorantiel along the path in a forest, she heard a funny hissing sound. Sorantiel suddenly stopped, and as Vallinoria urged her to go on, Sorantiel refused, kicking her front legs high in the air, causing Vallinoria to slide off. "Steady girl, steady!" Vallinoria said, while petting Sorantiel's head. As she was trying to calm her petrified horse, she heard a terrified whisper that echoed in the distance. "Beware." She gasped; terrified and drenched with sweat, as she looked around desperately. "Lets go, Sorantiel.now! Th-there I-is nothing to se-ee here." she said, quivering and trying to keep calm. A faint cry was herd in the air. Vallinoria couldn't make anything of it. Sorantiel was gone in the blink of an eye. The cold breeze was getting harder, and stronger. She could feel a presence in the air, but no one was around. She started to run fast without looking back, and suddenly felt dizzy. She fell to the ground.
~Suddenly she was in Legolas' arms, staring into his eyes. Their lips got close until there was not space between them, and she found herself lost in his kiss. But it felt more like a wet, slimy one at that.~
She woke up in a field on top of a hill, in broad daylight, with Sorantiel licking all over her face. "Well, that explains why Legolas was so strange!" she laughed, petting Sorantiel's head. "I must have been asleep for hours." Sorantiel just stared at her.
For a while she just sat there, thinking of Lurenia and Frodo---and Legolas. She had This urge to see Legolas again; a need. She thought about the night before; how she heard a voice saying "beware"
"How do you think I got here, Sorantiel?" She said as she got up and stroked Sorantiel's head.
"I have not a clue." said a voice "Who has said that??" Vallinoria said, puzzled. Sorantiel just stared at her.