Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings in any way shape or form, but I
do own Gollum, who resides in a ferret cage underneath my bed. His
conversations are so interesting that I just can't bear to part with him
despite the nasty messes he makes in the corner of the cage.
An Ent Child
Chapter One- Let's Meet Some Halflings
Nearly sixteen centuries ago an Ent and another creature met. Despite their different races, the two somehow fell in love with one another, and when they joined, they created something all of Middle Earth had never seen, something all of Middle Earth never in their wildest imaginings could dream. Me.
Just me. I am no special being. I am just me. I am part Ent and part something else, but I have no idea what. My Entish parent has told me many things, but nothing of the other half of my heritage. Perhaps the memories are too difficult to speak of because I never receive any answers to my queries, so I have not asked about my father for several years. The Ents have been searching for the Entwives since long before my, so perhaps my father grew weary of waiting and allowed himself to fall in love with something that wasn't an Ent. Such a relationship was never fated to last very long, so either my mother died, or she left me with my Ent parent, knowing that I could never fit in with his people. When I was younger, I didn't know or think of this second explanation. Appearances matter not to the Ents, and since I was brought up amongst them, they were all I knew. Now I understand that appearance is important in many cultures, so I shall tell you mine.
I have thick, tangled hair that lies in clotted masses of brown and gray, hanging past my shoulders and down to the crest of my back where, at the very tips of the strands, the hair gradually becomes healthy shades of green. My skin is light and smooth with brown dots and streaks across my torso, face, and limbs, and my fingers and toes, as I have been told they are called, are dark with even darker, hard nails. Just as my father, my eyes are simple black pupils surrounded by a hue of yellow like the shine of the sun. Father has always told me that my eyes are what make the trees grow. When I was little, I believed what Father said, and I never closed my eyes because I wanted all of nature to grow and prosper from the pure light I imagined that gave forth from my body, but I am old enough now to realize that Father was just saying such a thing to be nice.
Before I had ever seen a race other than the Ents, I didn't know if one could say I was pretty or not. Pretty is not a word in the Entish language, so thoughts such as if I was nice to look upon never entered my mind. At least, not until I met a race known as Hobbits. They were perhaps the first race other than the Ents I ever set my eyes upon, and the first race other than the Ents that ever set their eyes upon me.
Shocked by what their large, round eyes saw they were speechless when I first approached them. I was confused by the odd expressions on their faces, so I asked them what it was that startled them so. They told me to not be offended by their reactions and that I was pretty. Since I was not familiar with the word, I asked them what it was and they defined that pretty meant nice to look at. I didn't know what to say to that, so I silently stood before them as they looked at one another with bewildered faces. After several long moments, they told me their names, which were very odd and almost strange for my tongue to pronounce: Mare-ee-uh-dock and Pair-eh-grin. I tried to repeat their names, and they copied me as I did.
"Look here, Prair-uh-gen. You seem to have lost a mushroom," one had said as he swiftly scooped the said item up and took a generous bite of it.
"Well, Mar-ni-a-drick, you seem to have lost your water pouch," the others had said, snatching the object and having a long drink of its contents.
I was quiet again as I pondered whether they were trying to make a fool of me or not. They noticed my silence, and their laughter subsided. To move the conversation along, they asked me for my name.
"My name?" I had questioned. No one had ever asked my name before. Everyone here knew it, but Ents do not mind with names very often, anyway, and I was rarely called by it, so it took me a moment to remember what it was. After a few moments, I told them, "My name is Lucienmaege."
The two Hobbits gave me a pair of blanks expressions.
"Say that again, would you?" the one known as Peregrin asked.
"Lucienmaege," I repeated.
"Loo-see-in-my-shay?" Meriadoc tried.
I nodded.
"Can we call you Lucy instead?" Pippin asked sheepishly. "I'm not as good at pronouncing as Merry here is."
I stared at them for a moment, considering this notion of calling me something that wasn't my name. Ents liked long names, but I found this idea intriguing. "I suppose," I decided. "Shall I continue to call you Meriadoc and Peregrin?" I said their names slowly and pointedly.
"You can call me Merry, and you can call him Pippin," Meriadoc said. "Are those easier for your Entish tongue to get around?"
"Mare-ee," I copied, looking to Meriadoc. "Pip-in." I looked to Peregrin.
They nodded and smiled. For the first time since I'd met them, I smiled.
"Loo-see," I murmured to myself later as I looked at my reflection in a small spring. "Hello, I am Loo-see."
Author's Note:
Woo! I saw TTT yesterday, and this character Lucy started to form in my mind. She's not me, but I'm sure we have some similarities. After all, one can't write about a character if one can't relate to him or her. The romance in this is not between Lucy and Merry or Pippin. It will probably be between Legolas and Lucy because he will have very interesting information for her later on, so she will be very interested in him. :D Hope you guys will like the pairing. I don't think I can write a story without humor, so you can look forward to funny tidbits and word plays if I can fit them in. As far as reviews go, I suppose I will require a minimum of three nice ones to post the next chapter, but if you guys all feel like reviewing that's great. ^.^ Reviews are like candy. The more I get the faster I am. Kapwing! Kapwing! Kapwing!
An Ent Child
Chapter One- Let's Meet Some Halflings
Nearly sixteen centuries ago an Ent and another creature met. Despite their different races, the two somehow fell in love with one another, and when they joined, they created something all of Middle Earth had never seen, something all of Middle Earth never in their wildest imaginings could dream. Me.
Just me. I am no special being. I am just me. I am part Ent and part something else, but I have no idea what. My Entish parent has told me many things, but nothing of the other half of my heritage. Perhaps the memories are too difficult to speak of because I never receive any answers to my queries, so I have not asked about my father for several years. The Ents have been searching for the Entwives since long before my, so perhaps my father grew weary of waiting and allowed himself to fall in love with something that wasn't an Ent. Such a relationship was never fated to last very long, so either my mother died, or she left me with my Ent parent, knowing that I could never fit in with his people. When I was younger, I didn't know or think of this second explanation. Appearances matter not to the Ents, and since I was brought up amongst them, they were all I knew. Now I understand that appearance is important in many cultures, so I shall tell you mine.
I have thick, tangled hair that lies in clotted masses of brown and gray, hanging past my shoulders and down to the crest of my back where, at the very tips of the strands, the hair gradually becomes healthy shades of green. My skin is light and smooth with brown dots and streaks across my torso, face, and limbs, and my fingers and toes, as I have been told they are called, are dark with even darker, hard nails. Just as my father, my eyes are simple black pupils surrounded by a hue of yellow like the shine of the sun. Father has always told me that my eyes are what make the trees grow. When I was little, I believed what Father said, and I never closed my eyes because I wanted all of nature to grow and prosper from the pure light I imagined that gave forth from my body, but I am old enough now to realize that Father was just saying such a thing to be nice.
Before I had ever seen a race other than the Ents, I didn't know if one could say I was pretty or not. Pretty is not a word in the Entish language, so thoughts such as if I was nice to look upon never entered my mind. At least, not until I met a race known as Hobbits. They were perhaps the first race other than the Ents I ever set my eyes upon, and the first race other than the Ents that ever set their eyes upon me.
Shocked by what their large, round eyes saw they were speechless when I first approached them. I was confused by the odd expressions on their faces, so I asked them what it was that startled them so. They told me to not be offended by their reactions and that I was pretty. Since I was not familiar with the word, I asked them what it was and they defined that pretty meant nice to look at. I didn't know what to say to that, so I silently stood before them as they looked at one another with bewildered faces. After several long moments, they told me their names, which were very odd and almost strange for my tongue to pronounce: Mare-ee-uh-dock and Pair-eh-grin. I tried to repeat their names, and they copied me as I did.
"Look here, Prair-uh-gen. You seem to have lost a mushroom," one had said as he swiftly scooped the said item up and took a generous bite of it.
"Well, Mar-ni-a-drick, you seem to have lost your water pouch," the others had said, snatching the object and having a long drink of its contents.
I was quiet again as I pondered whether they were trying to make a fool of me or not. They noticed my silence, and their laughter subsided. To move the conversation along, they asked me for my name.
"My name?" I had questioned. No one had ever asked my name before. Everyone here knew it, but Ents do not mind with names very often, anyway, and I was rarely called by it, so it took me a moment to remember what it was. After a few moments, I told them, "My name is Lucienmaege."
The two Hobbits gave me a pair of blanks expressions.
"Say that again, would you?" the one known as Peregrin asked.
"Lucienmaege," I repeated.
"Loo-see-in-my-shay?" Meriadoc tried.
I nodded.
"Can we call you Lucy instead?" Pippin asked sheepishly. "I'm not as good at pronouncing as Merry here is."
I stared at them for a moment, considering this notion of calling me something that wasn't my name. Ents liked long names, but I found this idea intriguing. "I suppose," I decided. "Shall I continue to call you Meriadoc and Peregrin?" I said their names slowly and pointedly.
"You can call me Merry, and you can call him Pippin," Meriadoc said. "Are those easier for your Entish tongue to get around?"
"Mare-ee," I copied, looking to Meriadoc. "Pip-in." I looked to Peregrin.
They nodded and smiled. For the first time since I'd met them, I smiled.
"Loo-see," I murmured to myself later as I looked at my reflection in a small spring. "Hello, I am Loo-see."
Author's Note:
Woo! I saw TTT yesterday, and this character Lucy started to form in my mind. She's not me, but I'm sure we have some similarities. After all, one can't write about a character if one can't relate to him or her. The romance in this is not between Lucy and Merry or Pippin. It will probably be between Legolas and Lucy because he will have very interesting information for her later on, so she will be very interested in him. :D Hope you guys will like the pairing. I don't think I can write a story without humor, so you can look forward to funny tidbits and word plays if I can fit them in. As far as reviews go, I suppose I will require a minimum of three nice ones to post the next chapter, but if you guys all feel like reviewing that's great. ^.^ Reviews are like candy. The more I get the faster I am. Kapwing! Kapwing! Kapwing!