Okay, this is my first LOTR fic, so be nice please. I really don't know how mushy it's going to be, or if it even is, but please bear with me and review (please! Not sounding too desperate am I?).
Oh yeah, and none of the LOTR characters belong to me, if they did I'd be a man, and I'd be, well, dead, and my name would be J.R.R. Tolkien.
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The light splintered through the green leafy boughs of the trees and spilled upon the small girl that was ambling steadily through the forest.
She had escaped from the bustling castle and courts, and most importantly from the ever watchful eyes of her Nurse who was now searching frantically for her.
She giggled to herself as she picked up her skirts and stepped over a small trickle of a stream, managing to get her slippers wet as she almost slipped and fell on a slimy green rock that was home to some kind of fungus. She glanced behind herself just to make sure that the Nurse was not there and wiped her dirty hands on her clean silky pink dress that had been made especially for that day. She hated it, she didn't like the colour pink, and particularly not the light shade of flowery pink she was wearing, nor the flowers that were bound into her long brown hair.
When the Nurse's voice came crashing through the calm of the trees, echoing desperately the girl began to run in the opposite direction. So determined to get away from the beast of a woman she was that she tripped over a protruding tree root and went flying to land in an ungraceful heap on the forest floor, hair in her face and her dress ripped in many places.
"Ow!" she rubbed her ankle and pouted as if she were about to cry. Her bottom lip trembled slightly, threatening to whimper or wail. But then she noticed someone watching her curiously and caught herself. It was a man, or perhaps not.
"Who are you?" she asked in a haughty, slightly suspicious tone.
He looked at her but didn't reply.
"Well are you going to answer me or not?" she said still rubbing at her ankle, and getting dirt all over her previously white stockings.
He offered her a hand up and she took it, struggling to her feet and once on them trying to look down on him, which was damn near impossible seeing as he was a great many feet taller than her.
He didn't look human, the girl thought he looked rather beautiful and like something she had seen in the books her Nurse would often read to her. An Elf, or a Faerie.
He had long blond hair that was braided away from his face and wore natural colours, shades of browns and greens, and carried with him a bow and a quiver of arrows.
"I am Legolas, Princess." He said, smiling again.
"How do you know who I am?" she asked, vainly trying to brush some of the forest floor off her dress.
"You should be getting back to your Nurse. She's looking for you, I can hear her."
"But..." the girl began, but Legolas interrupted her.
"Go. She's getting closer." He said.
How did he know that the girl wondered. She turned to see if her Nurse was anywhere in sight, she wasn't, but when she turned back to Legolas he was gone.
"There you are!" Came and angry voice from behind her. The girl flinched and turned round. Legolas had been right, her Nurse was closer, she was right there.
"I've been looking all over for you, Princess Edith!"
Again, the girl flinched, she hated her name and hated even more that no matter how much she groused, whined and insisted, no-one would call her Edie, or anything else.
"Well, perhaps I didn't want to be found." Edie said scowling.
"Seven summer old Princesses should not be wandering about the forest at any time. No-one knows what beasts could be lurking behind trees, waiting to kidnap you or hurt you." The Nurse scolded.
Again Edith scowled at her, it seemed to be the only expression she could manage with that woman around.
"And look what you've done to your beautiful dress..." The Nurse said taking Edie's hand and pulling her back in the direction of the castle.
Edie sighed, she knew this was what she would have to put up with all the way back.
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Sorry this is only a short chapter, but I've only just decided to write this - a spur of the moment get it all down quick kind of thing - more will come, I promise.
*Gawd, I keep wanting to call him Legoland...grrr!*
Oh yeah, and none of the LOTR characters belong to me, if they did I'd be a man, and I'd be, well, dead, and my name would be J.R.R. Tolkien.
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The light splintered through the green leafy boughs of the trees and spilled upon the small girl that was ambling steadily through the forest.
She had escaped from the bustling castle and courts, and most importantly from the ever watchful eyes of her Nurse who was now searching frantically for her.
She giggled to herself as she picked up her skirts and stepped over a small trickle of a stream, managing to get her slippers wet as she almost slipped and fell on a slimy green rock that was home to some kind of fungus. She glanced behind herself just to make sure that the Nurse was not there and wiped her dirty hands on her clean silky pink dress that had been made especially for that day. She hated it, she didn't like the colour pink, and particularly not the light shade of flowery pink she was wearing, nor the flowers that were bound into her long brown hair.
When the Nurse's voice came crashing through the calm of the trees, echoing desperately the girl began to run in the opposite direction. So determined to get away from the beast of a woman she was that she tripped over a protruding tree root and went flying to land in an ungraceful heap on the forest floor, hair in her face and her dress ripped in many places.
"Ow!" she rubbed her ankle and pouted as if she were about to cry. Her bottom lip trembled slightly, threatening to whimper or wail. But then she noticed someone watching her curiously and caught herself. It was a man, or perhaps not.
"Who are you?" she asked in a haughty, slightly suspicious tone.
He looked at her but didn't reply.
"Well are you going to answer me or not?" she said still rubbing at her ankle, and getting dirt all over her previously white stockings.
He offered her a hand up and she took it, struggling to her feet and once on them trying to look down on him, which was damn near impossible seeing as he was a great many feet taller than her.
He didn't look human, the girl thought he looked rather beautiful and like something she had seen in the books her Nurse would often read to her. An Elf, or a Faerie.
He had long blond hair that was braided away from his face and wore natural colours, shades of browns and greens, and carried with him a bow and a quiver of arrows.
"I am Legolas, Princess." He said, smiling again.
"How do you know who I am?" she asked, vainly trying to brush some of the forest floor off her dress.
"You should be getting back to your Nurse. She's looking for you, I can hear her."
"But..." the girl began, but Legolas interrupted her.
"Go. She's getting closer." He said.
How did he know that the girl wondered. She turned to see if her Nurse was anywhere in sight, she wasn't, but when she turned back to Legolas he was gone.
"There you are!" Came and angry voice from behind her. The girl flinched and turned round. Legolas had been right, her Nurse was closer, she was right there.
"I've been looking all over for you, Princess Edith!"
Again, the girl flinched, she hated her name and hated even more that no matter how much she groused, whined and insisted, no-one would call her Edie, or anything else.
"Well, perhaps I didn't want to be found." Edie said scowling.
"Seven summer old Princesses should not be wandering about the forest at any time. No-one knows what beasts could be lurking behind trees, waiting to kidnap you or hurt you." The Nurse scolded.
Again Edith scowled at her, it seemed to be the only expression she could manage with that woman around.
"And look what you've done to your beautiful dress..." The Nurse said taking Edie's hand and pulling her back in the direction of the castle.
Edie sighed, she knew this was what she would have to put up with all the way back.
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Sorry this is only a short chapter, but I've only just decided to write this - a spur of the moment get it all down quick kind of thing - more will come, I promise.
*Gawd, I keep wanting to call him Legoland...grrr!*