Chapter Number: Prologue
Chapter Title: The Beginning
Original Chapter Title: The email one
A.N.: LAURI: Hey! Elle isn't here to write authors notes right now, so the next few chapters will be without some from her. (Don't kill me Elle, please, I just wanna get this thing up soon!) This is our very first fanfic we've written together. Basically we're two best friends and we decided it would be cool to write a long fanfic together. We wrote this part over spring break last year, and we've been writing and are still working on the second book (which will be up after this one is done being posted). Here's the deal. If you don't review, I'm not going to post any more. So please please please review! I'm begging you!!!! No, our characters are not Mary-sues, they are the exact opposite. Our characters have way too many problems to be 'perfect'. :P Hope u enjoy!
Pulling the boats onto the sand, the Fellowship that now was one member short decided to make camp. The mood was glum and spirits were still at a low, even after the experience with Galadriel. So Boromir took this as an opportunity to bring out some much-needed alcohol.
"Anyone for a beer? Or perhaps some wine?" He questioned.
"Where did you get all of this?" Aragon questioned afraid of the answer.
"Well you know." Boromir started.
"Doesn't matter? Does it?" Pippin said holding out his cup followed by Merry, Sam, Gimli and even Frodo. After he saw the warm feeling on everyone's face after the first gulp he gave in.
"A little won't hurt." he confided.
"I'd like to propose a toast." Gimli started. "To the best damn Wizard to ever cross my path."
"And the Fellowship." Merry added.
"And Boromir for supplying the drink!" Pippin chimed. And they all toasted and cheered, except for the Elf. Legolas was still uneasy on drinking in this situation.
"Come on Elf. Have yourself a drink," The dwarf said slapping his knee.
"I feel uncomfortable. Something is troubling me." The Elf said to Aragorn.
"That's understandable. Go seek your trouble." Seeing he had fallen to the same drunken spell, he collected his bow and went out into the wood. Silently he strode his ears on constant alert. Suddenly, he heard a rustle and he found a dark hooded figure watching the camp through tall blades of grass. Gently he crouched down and aimed his bow kneeling on one knee. Squinting his eyes, he stared at his prey drawing the arrow father, and farther back. That was until he felt the cold sharp edge of steel resting on his neck.
"Stop sir elf." Another mysterious figure said sounding rather female. "You need not kill a friend." It said drawing the blade lightly up his neck. The figure in front of him spun around. "A handsome catch you have there. You may release him for he knows not of who we are." It's voice also sounding feminine. She looked Legolas directly in the eyes and every blood vessel in his body moved faster with the beating of his heart. She put his hand out of a position to shoot and took his arrow, placing it in her own quiver. After that she stood up and walked through the tall grass heading for the Fellowship.
"Did you find what was troubling you?" Gimli snorted not knowing the hooded female figure wasn't Legolas. "Or was it a field mouse of some sort?" This caused the rest of the Fellowship to break out in laughter.
"You shouldn't have let your friend patrol by himself." The figure said immediately quieting the laughter. "For this field mouse was quite armed." At that jaws dropped. Everyone was at a loss for words. She took off the hood of her dark blue cloak letting her auburn red hair free. Though this particular hair colour was unusual for an elf, she indeed was one. From her pointed ears to the fact that she was quite tall, made no other difference to the fact.
"Ha." Gimli snorted again, putting down his drink. "No woman elf will ever take out a Dwarf!" And he drunkenly charged at her with his axe drawn screaming though beer scented breath. The elf didn't make a move and stood in amusement as the small creature came towards her. As soon as he was about to strike, the other much smaller, hooded figure and blocked the Dwarf's blow.
"I don't believe you've met my friend then." The elf curtly stated.
"For I am no elf." She said letting down her sword. She also removed her dark blue hood and revealing that she was in fact a Hobbit. Her hair was cut short and curled at her chin dark blonde in colour, slightly tangled. They were dressed similarly. Both wearing dark blue cloaks, with the same peculiar broach bearing a star. Just then Legolas stumbled over and he received looks from the rest of the Fellowship. He shrugged his shoulders and sat down shaking his head in disbelief.
"Do you come as a friend, or foe fair maidens?" Questioned Aragorn gripping his own sword.
"Should've asked that first." Gimli mumbled.
"You are lucky we come as friends," The she-Hobbit eyed the Dwarf. "For you would have been one member shorter than you already are." She added sadly.
"Indeed." The red headed elf commented after glancing at the dinner that was being cooked in the fire.
Chapter Title: The Beginning
Original Chapter Title: The email one
A.N.: LAURI: Hey! Elle isn't here to write authors notes right now, so the next few chapters will be without some from her. (Don't kill me Elle, please, I just wanna get this thing up soon!) This is our very first fanfic we've written together. Basically we're two best friends and we decided it would be cool to write a long fanfic together. We wrote this part over spring break last year, and we've been writing and are still working on the second book (which will be up after this one is done being posted). Here's the deal. If you don't review, I'm not going to post any more. So please please please review! I'm begging you!!!! No, our characters are not Mary-sues, they are the exact opposite. Our characters have way too many problems to be 'perfect'. :P Hope u enjoy!
Pulling the boats onto the sand, the Fellowship that now was one member short decided to make camp. The mood was glum and spirits were still at a low, even after the experience with Galadriel. So Boromir took this as an opportunity to bring out some much-needed alcohol.
"Anyone for a beer? Or perhaps some wine?" He questioned.
"Where did you get all of this?" Aragon questioned afraid of the answer.
"Well you know." Boromir started.
"Doesn't matter? Does it?" Pippin said holding out his cup followed by Merry, Sam, Gimli and even Frodo. After he saw the warm feeling on everyone's face after the first gulp he gave in.
"A little won't hurt." he confided.
"I'd like to propose a toast." Gimli started. "To the best damn Wizard to ever cross my path."
"And the Fellowship." Merry added.
"And Boromir for supplying the drink!" Pippin chimed. And they all toasted and cheered, except for the Elf. Legolas was still uneasy on drinking in this situation.
"Come on Elf. Have yourself a drink," The dwarf said slapping his knee.
"I feel uncomfortable. Something is troubling me." The Elf said to Aragorn.
"That's understandable. Go seek your trouble." Seeing he had fallen to the same drunken spell, he collected his bow and went out into the wood. Silently he strode his ears on constant alert. Suddenly, he heard a rustle and he found a dark hooded figure watching the camp through tall blades of grass. Gently he crouched down and aimed his bow kneeling on one knee. Squinting his eyes, he stared at his prey drawing the arrow father, and farther back. That was until he felt the cold sharp edge of steel resting on his neck.
"Stop sir elf." Another mysterious figure said sounding rather female. "You need not kill a friend." It said drawing the blade lightly up his neck. The figure in front of him spun around. "A handsome catch you have there. You may release him for he knows not of who we are." It's voice also sounding feminine. She looked Legolas directly in the eyes and every blood vessel in his body moved faster with the beating of his heart. She put his hand out of a position to shoot and took his arrow, placing it in her own quiver. After that she stood up and walked through the tall grass heading for the Fellowship.
"Did you find what was troubling you?" Gimli snorted not knowing the hooded female figure wasn't Legolas. "Or was it a field mouse of some sort?" This caused the rest of the Fellowship to break out in laughter.
"You shouldn't have let your friend patrol by himself." The figure said immediately quieting the laughter. "For this field mouse was quite armed." At that jaws dropped. Everyone was at a loss for words. She took off the hood of her dark blue cloak letting her auburn red hair free. Though this particular hair colour was unusual for an elf, she indeed was one. From her pointed ears to the fact that she was quite tall, made no other difference to the fact.
"Ha." Gimli snorted again, putting down his drink. "No woman elf will ever take out a Dwarf!" And he drunkenly charged at her with his axe drawn screaming though beer scented breath. The elf didn't make a move and stood in amusement as the small creature came towards her. As soon as he was about to strike, the other much smaller, hooded figure and blocked the Dwarf's blow.
"I don't believe you've met my friend then." The elf curtly stated.
"For I am no elf." She said letting down her sword. She also removed her dark blue hood and revealing that she was in fact a Hobbit. Her hair was cut short and curled at her chin dark blonde in colour, slightly tangled. They were dressed similarly. Both wearing dark blue cloaks, with the same peculiar broach bearing a star. Just then Legolas stumbled over and he received looks from the rest of the Fellowship. He shrugged his shoulders and sat down shaking his head in disbelief.
"Do you come as a friend, or foe fair maidens?" Questioned Aragorn gripping his own sword.
"Should've asked that first." Gimli mumbled.
"You are lucky we come as friends," The she-Hobbit eyed the Dwarf. "For you would have been one member shorter than you already are." She added sadly.
"Indeed." The red headed elf commented after glancing at the dinner that was being cooked in the fire.