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Author's Note
Changing in names, changing in dialect. I am anti-Legolas, and I am 'ell'a proud of it! There are thousands of adjustments I'd like to make, and I wanna' start ASAP! This is a finished story. If it appears on the new list, it is because I am re-updating chapter from Microsoft Word to Netscape Composer. Please forgive the screwed-up ness. I hate it so...
I STAND ALONE
Legolas turned the handle and opened the door slightly. He poked his head in ever so cautiously, as if he feared something to come pummeling at his face at the sight of intrusion.
Well, he had a good reason for it. Naurglahad Ryunarasu was no angelic maiden in Mirkwood. Quite the opposite, really. Dark green eyes, poisoned with morning intolerance tainted her glare. Black-brown hair was a greasy tangle over her gothic face, oval shaped and bitter. She didn't like mornings. The twitch in her dead pale knuckle told Legolas that she was about to reach under her pillow and pull out a dagger, but her slender fingers only rattled slightly on her sheets.
"Legolas." Her tone was murderous and grouchy, an alto voice preserved only for times to threaten people. In Naurglahad's case, she was constantly in that tone. "Hm. I cannot remember whether you asked for a slow death or a quick death. Yesterday, I promised I'd kill you the next time you annoyed me."
Legolas sighed. "Silence, young child. It is nearly eight o' clock in the morning, and I'd prefer you eat now before you tear the kitchens apart in seach of breakfast... again."
"Hey!" Naurglahad swung herself out of bed, not bothering to cover her loose black nightshirt and boxers. Legolas covered his eyes, shaking his head. "That was lunch! And I was hungry! If you wanna' whine about it, then don't go to me!"
In reply, Legolas turned on his heel and out of the room, muttering something in Sindarin. But the nineteen-year-old hadn't gotten her morning excersize yet.
Fwap!
"Ouch!" A thick, leather book fluttered to the floor with a thud. The Elf noticed metal clasps on the binding. She had just thrown that at his head!
Naurglahad hissed after him like a snake. "You want another one?" She waved an even heavier volume at him. "Back off! Get out!"
The door slammed in Legolas' anger as he stomped off into the deeper areas of Mirkwood's caves. Just anywhere to get away from her.
"Elves stink." She kept muttering acidly under her breath and she whipped out a torn-up tunic from her closet. When it was on properly, or at least as properly as it could be, she turned in the full length mirror beside the doorway. Her left sleeve had been "artistically" torn off, as a rip came also on the left. From the bottom of the hem, all the way up to her hips it cut. Of course, a pair of dark shorts gave cover to her higher areas. But even still, there was some bare thigh showing. Modesty was not always a vital trait in Naurglahad's dress style.
She strapped two, long leather belts at her thighs, which made a perfect hold for a rather complex set of artillery: darts, throwing knives, a sword, vials of poison liquids, a dagger, and tiny little cartridges that Naurglahad assured to only be mere smoke capsules, used for the art of escape. However, Legolas claimed that it was poison gas collected from random craters in Mordor. She remembered slapping him upside the head for saying that.
Thoughts like these would cross her mind every morning, for every time she visited this world. Naurglahad wanted to be back in her own home…in a realm of Dragons. Some would consider her family's business as Dragon-ranchers, but there were always darker things that the public didn't know. Why was she here? She knew the answer quite plainly. Her three friends, Chaos-chan, Megan, and Jackie simply loved coming here. And the only way to get here was to take Naurglahad's warp portal in her ship called Inugami.
"I hate my life, " she thought aloud.
~*~
"Please!" groaned Legolas to his father Thranduil, "It's alright if the others stay, but does Naurglahad have to be here? She's a nightmare!"
Thranduil sighed as he scratched his head.
"Naurglahad isn't that bad," he said reassuringly. "You just need to become more acquainted with her. She's a very compassionate person within. And besides, she's dead useful when it comes to exterminating the giant spiders and all the other numerous tasks we need help with."
"Father, she threw a book at my head."
He brandished a copy of a huge hardcover book labeled in a foriegn script.
"I agree with him," said one of Thranduil's advisors, "Naurglahad could be causing a large amount of damage to our normal lifestyles and traditions. She might interfere with any other affairs while she's at it."
Thranduil shook his head. "We will discuss this later, " he concluded, turning to Legolas. "I have no grudges against Naurglahad, and I don't believe either of you should. Now would be a good time to…do a recreational morning activity! Good day!"
He dismissed Legolas, who trudged away, grumbling in frustration. 'A recreational morning activity?' he thought. 'What kind of excuse is that?' This was an impossible task: getting Naurglahad out of his world, and back into her own. He hated her. Badly. She was so abusive to him. Calling him names, teasing him, physically injuring him, and of course, an occasionally good shove in the lake. Many of the Elves said that these were just signs of affection, but no. He refused to believe it, and he knew it was true. Naurglahad hated Legolas, and Legolas hated Naurglahad.
He turned around the corner to find a pair of Elf maids there, walking down the hall, chattering away without a concern.
"--and she said Lady Naurglahad threw a book a Master Legolas," squeaked one of them, "and now she is off to the mountains!"
"The mountains?" asked the other. "Wouldn't that mean-?"
"Yes. She's going to Cadharas again for more flying escapades."
"Flying escapades? More like flying stunts. She flies with the Great Eagles, on a Dragon!"
"Terribly dangerous. She has a very... odd-working mind."
"It is almost fascinating how she got a Dragon on a leash. More horrifying than fascinating."
"I can definitely relate to your comment. Atrocious beasts they are, Dragons. One day, King Thranduil will boot them all out of Mirkwood."
"I should hope so," announced Legolas. The two Elf maids jumped in surprise. Apparently, they hadn't heard Legolas following them from behind. "And to add to that comment, Naurglahad must be some kind of creature from the bowels of Mordor. She tells us that she had Ringwraith companions during the War. On top of that, she is probably going to abuse my horse for no apparent reason." He pushed through the Elf maids in a hurry, and sprinted down the rest of the corridor, anger boiling in him once more.
~*~
"I'll never understand you prissy frissy creatures," Naurglahad grunted to Legolas' horse, Fenaro. It whinnied gently and tossed its head, white mane flying in the soft breeze that blew on the placid fall day. "I suppose I will let you rest for today." She stroked its head softly, and turned down the long row of stables. Ever since Naurglahad had come, horses were not the only things that were housed in Northern Mirkwood.
Now, there were Mumakil, Wargs, and a winged beast from the Nazgul. Infant Dragons, both Cold-drake and Uruloki were being bred in the inucbary she had installed, and rumors told that there was a Kraken living at the bottom of a nearby lake. No one could confirm this, nor deny it, as no one dared to dive into the water and investigate. Only Naurglahad would crouch at the shores and throw a morsel or two into the water when growling noises were heard from within.
However, to Naurglahad's utter annoyance, her care for Darkness attracted beautiful things too. The Tindomerel and Swans would flock during the springtime. And Eagles now tended to swoop a bit lower over Northern Mirkwood. Naurglahad would house the Tindomerel during the winter, and feed them sweet seeds and fresh water from the dew. She would heal the swans when they were injured, and always sent them off with trinkets that glittered like mithril or treats that the Tindomerel would receive. It semi-annoyed her to serve such petty little animals, but for some reason, she just couldn't turn them down.
All this attracted the Eagles, who flew in to investigate. Upon meeting Naurglahad, they returned home not with material gifts, but with minds full of wise or kind words. They listened to Naurglahad explain technology and the way nature moved in her world. She talked about photosynthesis, ecosystems, and millions of other scientific explanations or theories of nature. Sometimes, she became very bored with herself, lecturing on and on about 'fascinating' subjects, yet like the woodland birds, it would sting her to turn them down.
In return for her abundance, the birds brought strange seeds to her every spring. Seeds that sprang into Athelas, or Mallorn trees, and sometimes the Elanor. One seed was thought to be a seed for the trees of the Valar, Laurelin and Telperion, brought by the Eagles. They had left without mentioning exactly where they had found it. Gwaihir simply claimed that he and the others had found a shiny pebble on the roadside, and thought it would be a nice gift. Naurglahad decided to keep this seed as itself, to wait for another day to plant it. A reward was a reward. As long as it didn't explode in your face...
"Come, Vedi," Naurglahad clicked at the flying Nazgul steed, "we're going to the mountains."
Vedi reared his head and spread his wings as he screeched loudly. He tossed and writhed, eager to escape from his tiny prison. Vedi had a wild personality, striving for freedom and independency. The wind was his brethren the sky was his terrain. Of course, it is common knowledge that both the Ringwraiths and their hell hawks fell from the sky and died the moment the Ring fell into Mount Doom. But using Inugami... Naurglahad challenged time, space and genetics. It was not something she feared in particular. Probably the most undying consequence of this defiance was a week's worth of tormenting headaches, re-calculating everything she did retrieving data for the project.
Naurglahad unlocked the iron cage doors to Vedi's stable and carefully lead him out. In a flash she had him saddled and bridled. She swung her leg over the saddle and gently nudged Vedi's ribs. He shrugged his wings, preparing to take off, but then--
"Hold it right there!"
Naurglahad twitched angrily. She simply hated it when he did things like this. Aggravation pounded in her brain.
"I'm sorry Legolas," she said, not turning to face him, and trying to speak politely and straight, "but I don't have time for your foolish attempts to stop me from going to the mountains to ride the Dragons, and making me look better than you! I apologize for any inconvinience! ...Haveanicedaygoodbye!"
Vedi screeched a note as he kicked off into the fall sky with a blast of wind, scattering the dead fallen autumn leaves at Legolas, who raised an arm to shield his face. When he lowered it, Naurglahad and Vedi had already reached a high elevation. Their sillouhoute slowly drew away into the pink and orange morning heavens.
By now, someone would have already given up and left, but Legolas, who was already fed up with Naurglahad and her extreme defiancies, kicked open the door to Fenaro's stable and mounted him quickly in the elven fashion.
"To the mountains," Legolas muttered in his ear. Fenaro bent his head and whinnied unenthusiastically. "Please, just this once." Feanro shook his head. Legolas groaned. If he couldn't use his own horse, then he would have to walk to the mountains.
Sighing in despair, he turned away back into the forest, but something caught his eye. It was a red pouch, hanging on the wall of Vedi's stable. He had always wondered what exactly was in that pouch. Naurglahad had never told anyone what it really was; only hinting that it was like a battery, or an energizer. Perhaps, Legolas thought, it would work for Fenaro. Snatching the pouch, he carefully drew the leather strings open carefully. It might have been something toxic, capable of clouding his mind or poisoning him by the scent. He untied the leather.
No. It wasn't anything harmful by sight or scent. They were minute, scarlet stalk-like beans. It had a hard green stem and was a bit bumpy on the red part. 'Well,' Legolas sighed inwardly. 'Only one thing to do.'
He shoved the little object in Feanro's mouth.
Legolas had just enough time to mount as Fenaro shrieked and took off rapidly, a stream of dust rising being him. Legolas didn't know it, but as Fenaro decamped, a thin piece of parchment drifted to the ground. On it, in Naurglahad's handwriting, was a warning lable:
CAUTION- HIGHLY DANGEROUS, EXTRA SPICE CONCENTRATED CHILI PEPPERS. DO NOT FEED WHOLE. SERVE ONE EIGHTH OF A PEPPER FOR EVERY FIVE-HUNDRED MILES.
Changes to be made in the rest of the story...
*Technical facts (The city of Lothlorien and River Nimrodel is approximately 50 miles apart. You cannot run that in five minutes)
*Character (Naheka Ryunarasu... does not exist. Her character completely died, and I rejoice. Naruglahad Ryunarasu reigns in terror, and she is nowhere near as compassionate as NahekaOC.)
*Speech (Too slangish)
* Description (my style has been enhanced, and there are POV's that I desire to smush)
Author's Note
Changing in names, changing in dialect. I am anti-Legolas, and I am 'ell'a proud of it! There are thousands of adjustments I'd like to make, and I wanna' start ASAP! This is a finished story. If it appears on the new list, it is because I am re-updating chapter from Microsoft Word to Netscape Composer. Please forgive the screwed-up ness. I hate it so...
I STAND ALONE
Legolas turned the handle and opened the door slightly. He poked his head in ever so cautiously, as if he feared something to come pummeling at his face at the sight of intrusion.
Well, he had a good reason for it. Naurglahad Ryunarasu was no angelic maiden in Mirkwood. Quite the opposite, really. Dark green eyes, poisoned with morning intolerance tainted her glare. Black-brown hair was a greasy tangle over her gothic face, oval shaped and bitter. She didn't like mornings. The twitch in her dead pale knuckle told Legolas that she was about to reach under her pillow and pull out a dagger, but her slender fingers only rattled slightly on her sheets.
"Legolas." Her tone was murderous and grouchy, an alto voice preserved only for times to threaten people. In Naurglahad's case, she was constantly in that tone. "Hm. I cannot remember whether you asked for a slow death or a quick death. Yesterday, I promised I'd kill you the next time you annoyed me."
Legolas sighed. "Silence, young child. It is nearly eight o' clock in the morning, and I'd prefer you eat now before you tear the kitchens apart in seach of breakfast... again."
"Hey!" Naurglahad swung herself out of bed, not bothering to cover her loose black nightshirt and boxers. Legolas covered his eyes, shaking his head. "That was lunch! And I was hungry! If you wanna' whine about it, then don't go to me!"
In reply, Legolas turned on his heel and out of the room, muttering something in Sindarin. But the nineteen-year-old hadn't gotten her morning excersize yet.
Fwap!
"Ouch!" A thick, leather book fluttered to the floor with a thud. The Elf noticed metal clasps on the binding. She had just thrown that at his head!
Naurglahad hissed after him like a snake. "You want another one?" She waved an even heavier volume at him. "Back off! Get out!"
The door slammed in Legolas' anger as he stomped off into the deeper areas of Mirkwood's caves. Just anywhere to get away from her.
"Elves stink." She kept muttering acidly under her breath and she whipped out a torn-up tunic from her closet. When it was on properly, or at least as properly as it could be, she turned in the full length mirror beside the doorway. Her left sleeve had been "artistically" torn off, as a rip came also on the left. From the bottom of the hem, all the way up to her hips it cut. Of course, a pair of dark shorts gave cover to her higher areas. But even still, there was some bare thigh showing. Modesty was not always a vital trait in Naurglahad's dress style.
She strapped two, long leather belts at her thighs, which made a perfect hold for a rather complex set of artillery: darts, throwing knives, a sword, vials of poison liquids, a dagger, and tiny little cartridges that Naurglahad assured to only be mere smoke capsules, used for the art of escape. However, Legolas claimed that it was poison gas collected from random craters in Mordor. She remembered slapping him upside the head for saying that.
Thoughts like these would cross her mind every morning, for every time she visited this world. Naurglahad wanted to be back in her own home…in a realm of Dragons. Some would consider her family's business as Dragon-ranchers, but there were always darker things that the public didn't know. Why was she here? She knew the answer quite plainly. Her three friends, Chaos-chan, Megan, and Jackie simply loved coming here. And the only way to get here was to take Naurglahad's warp portal in her ship called Inugami.
"I hate my life, " she thought aloud.
~*~
"Please!" groaned Legolas to his father Thranduil, "It's alright if the others stay, but does Naurglahad have to be here? She's a nightmare!"
Thranduil sighed as he scratched his head.
"Naurglahad isn't that bad," he said reassuringly. "You just need to become more acquainted with her. She's a very compassionate person within. And besides, she's dead useful when it comes to exterminating the giant spiders and all the other numerous tasks we need help with."
"Father, she threw a book at my head."
He brandished a copy of a huge hardcover book labeled in a foriegn script.
"I agree with him," said one of Thranduil's advisors, "Naurglahad could be causing a large amount of damage to our normal lifestyles and traditions. She might interfere with any other affairs while she's at it."
Thranduil shook his head. "We will discuss this later, " he concluded, turning to Legolas. "I have no grudges against Naurglahad, and I don't believe either of you should. Now would be a good time to…do a recreational morning activity! Good day!"
He dismissed Legolas, who trudged away, grumbling in frustration. 'A recreational morning activity?' he thought. 'What kind of excuse is that?' This was an impossible task: getting Naurglahad out of his world, and back into her own. He hated her. Badly. She was so abusive to him. Calling him names, teasing him, physically injuring him, and of course, an occasionally good shove in the lake. Many of the Elves said that these were just signs of affection, but no. He refused to believe it, and he knew it was true. Naurglahad hated Legolas, and Legolas hated Naurglahad.
He turned around the corner to find a pair of Elf maids there, walking down the hall, chattering away without a concern.
"--and she said Lady Naurglahad threw a book a Master Legolas," squeaked one of them, "and now she is off to the mountains!"
"The mountains?" asked the other. "Wouldn't that mean-?"
"Yes. She's going to Cadharas again for more flying escapades."
"Flying escapades? More like flying stunts. She flies with the Great Eagles, on a Dragon!"
"Terribly dangerous. She has a very... odd-working mind."
"It is almost fascinating how she got a Dragon on a leash. More horrifying than fascinating."
"I can definitely relate to your comment. Atrocious beasts they are, Dragons. One day, King Thranduil will boot them all out of Mirkwood."
"I should hope so," announced Legolas. The two Elf maids jumped in surprise. Apparently, they hadn't heard Legolas following them from behind. "And to add to that comment, Naurglahad must be some kind of creature from the bowels of Mordor. She tells us that she had Ringwraith companions during the War. On top of that, she is probably going to abuse my horse for no apparent reason." He pushed through the Elf maids in a hurry, and sprinted down the rest of the corridor, anger boiling in him once more.
~*~
"I'll never understand you prissy frissy creatures," Naurglahad grunted to Legolas' horse, Fenaro. It whinnied gently and tossed its head, white mane flying in the soft breeze that blew on the placid fall day. "I suppose I will let you rest for today." She stroked its head softly, and turned down the long row of stables. Ever since Naurglahad had come, horses were not the only things that were housed in Northern Mirkwood.
Now, there were Mumakil, Wargs, and a winged beast from the Nazgul. Infant Dragons, both Cold-drake and Uruloki were being bred in the inucbary she had installed, and rumors told that there was a Kraken living at the bottom of a nearby lake. No one could confirm this, nor deny it, as no one dared to dive into the water and investigate. Only Naurglahad would crouch at the shores and throw a morsel or two into the water when growling noises were heard from within.
However, to Naurglahad's utter annoyance, her care for Darkness attracted beautiful things too. The Tindomerel and Swans would flock during the springtime. And Eagles now tended to swoop a bit lower over Northern Mirkwood. Naurglahad would house the Tindomerel during the winter, and feed them sweet seeds and fresh water from the dew. She would heal the swans when they were injured, and always sent them off with trinkets that glittered like mithril or treats that the Tindomerel would receive. It semi-annoyed her to serve such petty little animals, but for some reason, she just couldn't turn them down.
All this attracted the Eagles, who flew in to investigate. Upon meeting Naurglahad, they returned home not with material gifts, but with minds full of wise or kind words. They listened to Naurglahad explain technology and the way nature moved in her world. She talked about photosynthesis, ecosystems, and millions of other scientific explanations or theories of nature. Sometimes, she became very bored with herself, lecturing on and on about 'fascinating' subjects, yet like the woodland birds, it would sting her to turn them down.
In return for her abundance, the birds brought strange seeds to her every spring. Seeds that sprang into Athelas, or Mallorn trees, and sometimes the Elanor. One seed was thought to be a seed for the trees of the Valar, Laurelin and Telperion, brought by the Eagles. They had left without mentioning exactly where they had found it. Gwaihir simply claimed that he and the others had found a shiny pebble on the roadside, and thought it would be a nice gift. Naurglahad decided to keep this seed as itself, to wait for another day to plant it. A reward was a reward. As long as it didn't explode in your face...
"Come, Vedi," Naurglahad clicked at the flying Nazgul steed, "we're going to the mountains."
Vedi reared his head and spread his wings as he screeched loudly. He tossed and writhed, eager to escape from his tiny prison. Vedi had a wild personality, striving for freedom and independency. The wind was his brethren the sky was his terrain. Of course, it is common knowledge that both the Ringwraiths and their hell hawks fell from the sky and died the moment the Ring fell into Mount Doom. But using Inugami... Naurglahad challenged time, space and genetics. It was not something she feared in particular. Probably the most undying consequence of this defiance was a week's worth of tormenting headaches, re-calculating everything she did retrieving data for the project.
Naurglahad unlocked the iron cage doors to Vedi's stable and carefully lead him out. In a flash she had him saddled and bridled. She swung her leg over the saddle and gently nudged Vedi's ribs. He shrugged his wings, preparing to take off, but then--
"Hold it right there!"
Naurglahad twitched angrily. She simply hated it when he did things like this. Aggravation pounded in her brain.
"I'm sorry Legolas," she said, not turning to face him, and trying to speak politely and straight, "but I don't have time for your foolish attempts to stop me from going to the mountains to ride the Dragons, and making me look better than you! I apologize for any inconvinience! ...Haveanicedaygoodbye!"
Vedi screeched a note as he kicked off into the fall sky with a blast of wind, scattering the dead fallen autumn leaves at Legolas, who raised an arm to shield his face. When he lowered it, Naurglahad and Vedi had already reached a high elevation. Their sillouhoute slowly drew away into the pink and orange morning heavens.
By now, someone would have already given up and left, but Legolas, who was already fed up with Naurglahad and her extreme defiancies, kicked open the door to Fenaro's stable and mounted him quickly in the elven fashion.
"To the mountains," Legolas muttered in his ear. Fenaro bent his head and whinnied unenthusiastically. "Please, just this once." Feanro shook his head. Legolas groaned. If he couldn't use his own horse, then he would have to walk to the mountains.
Sighing in despair, he turned away back into the forest, but something caught his eye. It was a red pouch, hanging on the wall of Vedi's stable. He had always wondered what exactly was in that pouch. Naurglahad had never told anyone what it really was; only hinting that it was like a battery, or an energizer. Perhaps, Legolas thought, it would work for Fenaro. Snatching the pouch, he carefully drew the leather strings open carefully. It might have been something toxic, capable of clouding his mind or poisoning him by the scent. He untied the leather.
No. It wasn't anything harmful by sight or scent. They were minute, scarlet stalk-like beans. It had a hard green stem and was a bit bumpy on the red part. 'Well,' Legolas sighed inwardly. 'Only one thing to do.'
He shoved the little object in Feanro's mouth.
Legolas had just enough time to mount as Fenaro shrieked and took off rapidly, a stream of dust rising being him. Legolas didn't know it, but as Fenaro decamped, a thin piece of parchment drifted to the ground. On it, in Naurglahad's handwriting, was a warning lable:
CAUTION- HIGHLY DANGEROUS, EXTRA SPICE CONCENTRATED CHILI PEPPERS. DO NOT FEED WHOLE. SERVE ONE EIGHTH OF A PEPPER FOR EVERY FIVE-HUNDRED MILES.
Changes to be made in the rest of the story...
*Technical facts (The city of Lothlorien and River Nimrodel is approximately 50 miles apart. You cannot run that in five minutes)
*Character (Naheka Ryunarasu... does not exist. Her character completely died, and I rejoice. Naruglahad Ryunarasu reigns in terror, and she is nowhere near as compassionate as NahekaOC.)
*Speech (Too slangish)
* Description (my style has been enhanced, and there are POV's that I desire to smush)