Pairing: Drooling all one way (as if the fair Leggie would look at a mere human)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the LOTR Characters - They'd be high maintenance anyway!
A/N Completely AU, based loosely on Tolkien's work of genius. I just wanted to see if I could write a story so will be my first and most likely last foray into writing, and yes, it is a total Mary Sue - Say it Loud, I'm a Mary Sue and Proud! Behold the result of a rather nice daydream ;)
Big thanks to Chiad, who took the precious time to give me some valued guidance on improving this story and C-bear too, who apart from having a really cute name also gave this dire pseudo author lots of help.
Chapter 1 - All That Glitters
Elise struggled down the hallway with 4 paper bags in her exhausted arms. 'It wouldn't kill them to give carrier bags with handles would it?' she thought 'All the money they make...' Glad to be home as now her day couldn't possibly get any worse. An eviction notice from her landlord, humiliated by her supervisor at lunch and then missing her bus home seemed like just too much bad luck for one person to have.
She heard a commotion as she dropped the bags to the floor and rifled in her handbag for her keys. The disturbance seemed to be getting closer so she sped up her search. 'That would just finish the day off nicely, getting mugged outside my front door' she thought. Her fingers had just felt the welcome coolness of metal when what looked like an arrow came shooting past her head, embedding itself in the wall. "Shit" was the first and only word that she could muster. Her neighbour, Jenny ran past screaming. In her obvious panic, she had run past both her door and Elise's to the dead-end at the bottom of the hall. Her eyes were bulged open with fear and her breathing was ragged. Elise turned to look at the source of Jenny's terror and dropped her bag, keys and all in shock.
A man stood before her. He was at least six feet tall with long blonde hair that hung past his shoulders like a shimmering curtain. The hair was kept off his face with two delicate plaits. This feminine hairstyle suited his fine features, sharp cheekbones and huge blue eyes. He looked like a vision. He was beautiful, and she would have been instantly attracted to him if it weren't for the fact that he held an enormous bow readied with two arrows. His face was wide eyed in fear or awe, she couldn't tell. He looked at Jenny, then Elise, and then around him. The man dropped one arrow from the bow and reloaded with the remainder and let it fly. Seconds later, Jenny's lifeless body dropped to the ground.
With impossible speed he placed the bow behind his back and narrowing his eyes in determination, he stalked forward. Elise found her voice again and screamed as loud as she could. Closing the distance between them, the stranger clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her and slamming her against the front door in one motion.
"Open the door." That's what she guessed he said as he nodded in the direction of the door when he said it. His words sounded like gobbledegook as she had never heard a language like it before. Although his voice was unexpectedly smooth and soft his eyes revealed the serious danger she was in. Elise pointed to the bag on the floor amongst the scattered shopping, indicating that the key was in it. He got the message, kicked up the bag, caught it and handed it to her, all whilst maintaining a death grip on her jaw. Elise found the keys, and pointed to the door. The man released his bone-crushing hold on her, enabling her to turn and face the door. With trembling hands she fumbled the keys in the lock. After what seemed like hours, the door opened and he shoved her inside.
Shouting and screaming could be heard along with her heavy breathing. She watched him circle her twice before he spoke. Again to her dismay, they may as well have been random letters thrown together. Elise frowned. 'This is going to get nasty when he realises I can't understand him,' she thought. He continued his stream of random words that suddenly turned into...
"...understand each other and all those who speak this tongue." Elise dropped her jaw, then snapped it shut, then dropped it again. Satisfied she had understood him he stopped pacing. "What realm is this?" he asked. Not sure what to say, she said nothing. He stopped pacing and drew out a long dagger.
"You are in the realm of Canada," she blurted. The phone rang, which seemed to panic him, for he threw the dagger he was holding at the phone. Sparks flew on its impact and the ringing stopped. He was very agitated now.
"What was that? A ringing demon?" he practically growled through a clenched jaw. Too terrified to answer now Elise just shook her head and stepped backwards.
The man started pacing again, looking more and more like a hungry caged lion. The distant wail of police sirens joined the increasing commotion outside. She needed to stay alive long enough to be rescued.
"Erm...are you lost, because I...." she trailed off as she saw the murderous look he shot her.
"I am not lost, I have found what I am looking for." His voice was clipped, as if it was taking a monumental effort to keep calm. He pulled a small cloth bag from his tunic pocket and reached forward to grab a fistful of her hair. The petrified girl gasped in pain.
"What is going on? I am 24 years old I live in Toronto, not Brixton." Her mind was racing with irrational thoughts 'I am going to die in my apartment, all alone in the arms of a beautiful stranger, no actually at the hands of a beautiful stranger.' What Elise thought was her final ramblings was interrupted by the man telling her to be quiet. Complying, Elise stared at the man in silence, she looked more closely at him, yes, he was gorgeous, his skin was flawless and his eyes could not possibly be that shade of blue without contact lenses. His ears seemed to be different though, pleased she had found a fault in him, other than being a homicidal maniac, she looked closer to discover what was wrong with them. 'Are they pointed?' she thought.
She was again snapped out of her thoughts as the man began emptying the contents of the small bag on the floor and chanting. A fine powder glittered to the floor. As soon as he had completed his chant a bright light grew from the shiny pile of dust. The stranger gripped her hair harder and then, before she could register the pain, her sense were completely overcome by a deafeningly loud noise and a blinding white light.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the LOTR Characters - They'd be high maintenance anyway!
A/N Completely AU, based loosely on Tolkien's work of genius. I just wanted to see if I could write a story so will be my first and most likely last foray into writing, and yes, it is a total Mary Sue - Say it Loud, I'm a Mary Sue and Proud! Behold the result of a rather nice daydream ;)
Big thanks to Chiad, who took the precious time to give me some valued guidance on improving this story and C-bear too, who apart from having a really cute name also gave this dire pseudo author lots of help.
Chapter 1 - All That Glitters
Elise struggled down the hallway with 4 paper bags in her exhausted arms. 'It wouldn't kill them to give carrier bags with handles would it?' she thought 'All the money they make...' Glad to be home as now her day couldn't possibly get any worse. An eviction notice from her landlord, humiliated by her supervisor at lunch and then missing her bus home seemed like just too much bad luck for one person to have.
She heard a commotion as she dropped the bags to the floor and rifled in her handbag for her keys. The disturbance seemed to be getting closer so she sped up her search. 'That would just finish the day off nicely, getting mugged outside my front door' she thought. Her fingers had just felt the welcome coolness of metal when what looked like an arrow came shooting past her head, embedding itself in the wall. "Shit" was the first and only word that she could muster. Her neighbour, Jenny ran past screaming. In her obvious panic, she had run past both her door and Elise's to the dead-end at the bottom of the hall. Her eyes were bulged open with fear and her breathing was ragged. Elise turned to look at the source of Jenny's terror and dropped her bag, keys and all in shock.
A man stood before her. He was at least six feet tall with long blonde hair that hung past his shoulders like a shimmering curtain. The hair was kept off his face with two delicate plaits. This feminine hairstyle suited his fine features, sharp cheekbones and huge blue eyes. He looked like a vision. He was beautiful, and she would have been instantly attracted to him if it weren't for the fact that he held an enormous bow readied with two arrows. His face was wide eyed in fear or awe, she couldn't tell. He looked at Jenny, then Elise, and then around him. The man dropped one arrow from the bow and reloaded with the remainder and let it fly. Seconds later, Jenny's lifeless body dropped to the ground.
With impossible speed he placed the bow behind his back and narrowing his eyes in determination, he stalked forward. Elise found her voice again and screamed as loud as she could. Closing the distance between them, the stranger clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her and slamming her against the front door in one motion.
"Open the door." That's what she guessed he said as he nodded in the direction of the door when he said it. His words sounded like gobbledegook as she had never heard a language like it before. Although his voice was unexpectedly smooth and soft his eyes revealed the serious danger she was in. Elise pointed to the bag on the floor amongst the scattered shopping, indicating that the key was in it. He got the message, kicked up the bag, caught it and handed it to her, all whilst maintaining a death grip on her jaw. Elise found the keys, and pointed to the door. The man released his bone-crushing hold on her, enabling her to turn and face the door. With trembling hands she fumbled the keys in the lock. After what seemed like hours, the door opened and he shoved her inside.
Shouting and screaming could be heard along with her heavy breathing. She watched him circle her twice before he spoke. Again to her dismay, they may as well have been random letters thrown together. Elise frowned. 'This is going to get nasty when he realises I can't understand him,' she thought. He continued his stream of random words that suddenly turned into...
"...understand each other and all those who speak this tongue." Elise dropped her jaw, then snapped it shut, then dropped it again. Satisfied she had understood him he stopped pacing. "What realm is this?" he asked. Not sure what to say, she said nothing. He stopped pacing and drew out a long dagger.
"You are in the realm of Canada," she blurted. The phone rang, which seemed to panic him, for he threw the dagger he was holding at the phone. Sparks flew on its impact and the ringing stopped. He was very agitated now.
"What was that? A ringing demon?" he practically growled through a clenched jaw. Too terrified to answer now Elise just shook her head and stepped backwards.
The man started pacing again, looking more and more like a hungry caged lion. The distant wail of police sirens joined the increasing commotion outside. She needed to stay alive long enough to be rescued.
"Erm...are you lost, because I...." she trailed off as she saw the murderous look he shot her.
"I am not lost, I have found what I am looking for." His voice was clipped, as if it was taking a monumental effort to keep calm. He pulled a small cloth bag from his tunic pocket and reached forward to grab a fistful of her hair. The petrified girl gasped in pain.
"What is going on? I am 24 years old I live in Toronto, not Brixton." Her mind was racing with irrational thoughts 'I am going to die in my apartment, all alone in the arms of a beautiful stranger, no actually at the hands of a beautiful stranger.' What Elise thought was her final ramblings was interrupted by the man telling her to be quiet. Complying, Elise stared at the man in silence, she looked more closely at him, yes, he was gorgeous, his skin was flawless and his eyes could not possibly be that shade of blue without contact lenses. His ears seemed to be different though, pleased she had found a fault in him, other than being a homicidal maniac, she looked closer to discover what was wrong with them. 'Are they pointed?' she thought.
She was again snapped out of her thoughts as the man began emptying the contents of the small bag on the floor and chanting. A fine powder glittered to the floor. As soon as he had completed his chant a bright light grew from the shiny pile of dust. The stranger gripped her hair harder and then, before she could register the pain, her sense were completely overcome by a deafeningly loud noise and a blinding white light.