A/N: Ok my first LOTR fic..be nice please?
Disclaimer: um, I own The Woods of Dunland (silent 'D') and all its contents (
Chapter One
Silently, Énya crouched behind the brush, arrow pulled back to the full stretch; she stared long and hard on her prey: eyeing it, sensing its movements, ready, like her father taught her before he passed, Patients, patients and silence.
Énya squinted; the deer flinched, had it seen her? don't panic, focus, as stubborn as she was, she needed to prove to Rion that she could do it.
Énya pulled back.not keeping her elven eyes of her prey, and released.
Her heart jumped. She did it! She would prove to Rion that she would one day be a worthy soldier. She smiled triumphantly and made her way over to the deceased deer. She examined it, it was dead, that was for sure. She smiled again.
Énya had worn male elven clothing since she was young. She was stubborn and always pushing herself to the limits. She wore knee high boots made of cow hide. A small skirt with a belt that held the sword 'Moiynia' a handmade elven sword, it was long and tiny, that curved. Her father had given it to her before his death.
Above her skirt she wore a plain green shirt, but over top was a mix of armor and straps that held her bow and arrows. Her hair was tied crudely behind her neck with some twine and went down her back, just to her hips. Her bangs were to her well pointed Elven ears and usually covered her face. Her eyes were enormous green, and with the trait of all Dunland elves, the color changed with her emotions. Énya never thought of herself as pretty or graceful. She was kind of a klutz, she usual found herself competing with who ever whenever, she was very competitive.
She never knew her mother and Énmous her father, the lord of the woods of Dunland, passed when she was just a child. The closest blood relative was Isilmer, and he became Lord of Dunland, himself, his wife Yenta and their son Rion (who was only a few years older than Énya) raised Énya, though it was quite difficult as independent and stubborn as she was.
After numerous attempts, Énya realized that she couldn't lift the large deer; she grumbled and childishly kicked the ground. She cursed in elvish and slumped to the soft mossy ground
"Need an extra hand?" a laughing voice behind her asked suddenly
"Go away Rion, I do not need your help" she groaned
Rion dismounted his horse and smiled and sat down beside her "Who says I came to help you?" he smirked
He was always making fun of her. Not making, playing, and Énya usually went along with it. She didn't let his picking at her get in the way. Over all they were rather good friends, though they were almost completely different people.
Énya loved the woods, and being alone, Rion loved to be around people and the comfort of indoors, she was stubborn, she had to work and earn almost everything she every had, Rion being son of the lord of Dunland, was spoiled.
Rion tended to overreact a lot, unlike Énya, he was very loud and outgoing, and a bit obnoxious. Énya liked to smile and laugh, thought she wasn't much of a talker.
Rion was very big, not mostly muscles though. Though he had many, he was just very big built. Énya on the other hand had some muscles; she wasn't completely weak or useless. She was small though, taller than most female Elfs, but thin.
He smiled down at Énya; she rolled her eyes and stood up. Refusing Rion's stretched out hand. He grunted as he lifted the deer over his shoulder
Rion had perfect teeth. He was very handsome. He had long white hair. Énya's teeth were somewhat pointy; she looked somewhat of a vampire, though not completely. Though when she complained about it, Rion just said she had perfectly cute teeth, and than he'd always add "If you ever smiled!"
Énya walked behind Rion, deep in thought. Rion turned and looked sideways at her, raising an eyebrow "What's on your mind Énya?" he asked with a flirtatious smile
She shook her head "nothing" she smiled weekly
She tried to shake it off, but the haunting feeling wouldn't leave, the feeling that something terrible was going to happen right in the pit of her stomach
Énya's gaze fell to the ground for only a second when she heard the sound of an arrow flying through the air, she looked up to see Rion. He was leaning to one side. Blinking and gasping furiously
"Rion" she said quietly, then clued in "Oh my god" she said quickly and rushed over just as he collapsed onto the ground. She kneeled down and rolled him over, placing his head on her lap. She saw more arrows and ducked, covering Rion's face with her arms.
She turned, shouting, coming from every direction, the sound of a thousand feet running across the leaves.
She squinted at the figures in the distance. Uruk-Hai! She gasped in horror as thousands of them ran a quarter mile ahead of her. Running towards the city! She knew it! But.why would Sauron send the Uruk-Hair here! She didn't understand
Don't think! She scolded herself, Act! What am I going to do! She didn't have time; she saw 5 or 6 of them heading towards her. She whistled for Rion's horse Sadine. They were coming, she quickly grabbed her bow and aimed, she released, didn't have time to see if it had hit one, she took a deep breath and used all her strength to lift Rion up over his horse. She kissed his head "Please.please let the gods spare him" she was or course referring to Raine and Veneto the first Lady and Lord of her people, they were great gods of the wood of Dunland. She gave a quick prayer and swallowed hard
She heard a horse shout and turned, they were to close. She drew Moiynia and stood in a fighting stance, she couldn't go back to the village. She slapped Rion's horse's rear in the direction of the fields "Quickly Sadine, hurry now" she whispered, and the horse sped off.
They were coming, too close, she swung. Hit one under the neck, it fell back. She swirled around, kicking one in the chest and thrusting it through its chest, it swung: caught her arm. She winced, Two more left. She squinted, study your prey. Think, don't give in, study.
She swung up, catching it right under the chin. She gasped as an arrow hit her right in her lower left side.she grabbed it.winced, she gasped as another one hit just above her armpit. She cried out in pain. Can't give up, She told herself. She swung one last time. Hitting the last one right in the stomach, it fell, but not before swinging its huge fist and nailing her right in her temple. She felt now pain. She collapsed onto the ground.
An Uruk-Hai looked down on her "This is the women who killed 4 of my men!" He howled
"She is still alive, Sir" one smaller Uruk-Hai said
He growled
"Shall we dispose of her?" the small on asked
The Larger one smiled evilly "No.let her bleed" he spat and they turned around "Come, we will claim the City Of Donlorien tonight, and all the Woods of Dunland shall be ours!"
"But why such a small City?" the small one asked
"We do not ask questions of Lord Sauron, we simple for fill them, come! Let's fight! KILL!" he bellowed and they ran through the woods
Something wet, cold, lumpy, licking her face. Sadine, she looked up to Rion's horse, Sadine, licking her face. She smiled weekly. Than remembered what had happened
My people are under attack! She gasped; she couldn't go back to Dunlorien. She had to get help, give her people a fighting chance. "We must ride to Lothlorien" she gasped, it was the closest city. She saw fire and heard people shouting orders.
She cried out in pain as she forced herself to stand. Rion's face was white, his lips were blue, but he was alive. She thought, she couldn't tell.
It was a two day ride to Lothlorien. She bit her lip as she mounted Sadine, her eye site was blurry. Had to get to Lothlorien, had to get help, for Rion, and her people
She leaned close to Sadine's ear "To.Loth...lorien.Sadine" she said softly "Hurry"
A/N: Okay, tell me what you think, more to come
Disclaimer: um, I own The Woods of Dunland (silent 'D') and all its contents (
Chapter One
Silently, Énya crouched behind the brush, arrow pulled back to the full stretch; she stared long and hard on her prey: eyeing it, sensing its movements, ready, like her father taught her before he passed, Patients, patients and silence.
Énya squinted; the deer flinched, had it seen her? don't panic, focus, as stubborn as she was, she needed to prove to Rion that she could do it.
Énya pulled back.not keeping her elven eyes of her prey, and released.
Her heart jumped. She did it! She would prove to Rion that she would one day be a worthy soldier. She smiled triumphantly and made her way over to the deceased deer. She examined it, it was dead, that was for sure. She smiled again.
Énya had worn male elven clothing since she was young. She was stubborn and always pushing herself to the limits. She wore knee high boots made of cow hide. A small skirt with a belt that held the sword 'Moiynia' a handmade elven sword, it was long and tiny, that curved. Her father had given it to her before his death.
Above her skirt she wore a plain green shirt, but over top was a mix of armor and straps that held her bow and arrows. Her hair was tied crudely behind her neck with some twine and went down her back, just to her hips. Her bangs were to her well pointed Elven ears and usually covered her face. Her eyes were enormous green, and with the trait of all Dunland elves, the color changed with her emotions. Énya never thought of herself as pretty or graceful. She was kind of a klutz, she usual found herself competing with who ever whenever, she was very competitive.
She never knew her mother and Énmous her father, the lord of the woods of Dunland, passed when she was just a child. The closest blood relative was Isilmer, and he became Lord of Dunland, himself, his wife Yenta and their son Rion (who was only a few years older than Énya) raised Énya, though it was quite difficult as independent and stubborn as she was.
After numerous attempts, Énya realized that she couldn't lift the large deer; she grumbled and childishly kicked the ground. She cursed in elvish and slumped to the soft mossy ground
"Need an extra hand?" a laughing voice behind her asked suddenly
"Go away Rion, I do not need your help" she groaned
Rion dismounted his horse and smiled and sat down beside her "Who says I came to help you?" he smirked
He was always making fun of her. Not making, playing, and Énya usually went along with it. She didn't let his picking at her get in the way. Over all they were rather good friends, though they were almost completely different people.
Énya loved the woods, and being alone, Rion loved to be around people and the comfort of indoors, she was stubborn, she had to work and earn almost everything she every had, Rion being son of the lord of Dunland, was spoiled.
Rion tended to overreact a lot, unlike Énya, he was very loud and outgoing, and a bit obnoxious. Énya liked to smile and laugh, thought she wasn't much of a talker.
Rion was very big, not mostly muscles though. Though he had many, he was just very big built. Énya on the other hand had some muscles; she wasn't completely weak or useless. She was small though, taller than most female Elfs, but thin.
He smiled down at Énya; she rolled her eyes and stood up. Refusing Rion's stretched out hand. He grunted as he lifted the deer over his shoulder
Rion had perfect teeth. He was very handsome. He had long white hair. Énya's teeth were somewhat pointy; she looked somewhat of a vampire, though not completely. Though when she complained about it, Rion just said she had perfectly cute teeth, and than he'd always add "If you ever smiled!"
Énya walked behind Rion, deep in thought. Rion turned and looked sideways at her, raising an eyebrow "What's on your mind Énya?" he asked with a flirtatious smile
She shook her head "nothing" she smiled weekly
She tried to shake it off, but the haunting feeling wouldn't leave, the feeling that something terrible was going to happen right in the pit of her stomach
Énya's gaze fell to the ground for only a second when she heard the sound of an arrow flying through the air, she looked up to see Rion. He was leaning to one side. Blinking and gasping furiously
"Rion" she said quietly, then clued in "Oh my god" she said quickly and rushed over just as he collapsed onto the ground. She kneeled down and rolled him over, placing his head on her lap. She saw more arrows and ducked, covering Rion's face with her arms.
She turned, shouting, coming from every direction, the sound of a thousand feet running across the leaves.
She squinted at the figures in the distance. Uruk-Hai! She gasped in horror as thousands of them ran a quarter mile ahead of her. Running towards the city! She knew it! But.why would Sauron send the Uruk-Hair here! She didn't understand
Don't think! She scolded herself, Act! What am I going to do! She didn't have time; she saw 5 or 6 of them heading towards her. She whistled for Rion's horse Sadine. They were coming, she quickly grabbed her bow and aimed, she released, didn't have time to see if it had hit one, she took a deep breath and used all her strength to lift Rion up over his horse. She kissed his head "Please.please let the gods spare him" she was or course referring to Raine and Veneto the first Lady and Lord of her people, they were great gods of the wood of Dunland. She gave a quick prayer and swallowed hard
She heard a horse shout and turned, they were to close. She drew Moiynia and stood in a fighting stance, she couldn't go back to the village. She slapped Rion's horse's rear in the direction of the fields "Quickly Sadine, hurry now" she whispered, and the horse sped off.
They were coming, too close, she swung. Hit one under the neck, it fell back. She swirled around, kicking one in the chest and thrusting it through its chest, it swung: caught her arm. She winced, Two more left. She squinted, study your prey. Think, don't give in, study.
She swung up, catching it right under the chin. She gasped as an arrow hit her right in her lower left side.she grabbed it.winced, she gasped as another one hit just above her armpit. She cried out in pain. Can't give up, She told herself. She swung one last time. Hitting the last one right in the stomach, it fell, but not before swinging its huge fist and nailing her right in her temple. She felt now pain. She collapsed onto the ground.
An Uruk-Hai looked down on her "This is the women who killed 4 of my men!" He howled
"She is still alive, Sir" one smaller Uruk-Hai said
He growled
"Shall we dispose of her?" the small on asked
The Larger one smiled evilly "No.let her bleed" he spat and they turned around "Come, we will claim the City Of Donlorien tonight, and all the Woods of Dunland shall be ours!"
"But why such a small City?" the small one asked
"We do not ask questions of Lord Sauron, we simple for fill them, come! Let's fight! KILL!" he bellowed and they ran through the woods
Something wet, cold, lumpy, licking her face. Sadine, she looked up to Rion's horse, Sadine, licking her face. She smiled weekly. Than remembered what had happened
My people are under attack! She gasped; she couldn't go back to Dunlorien. She had to get help, give her people a fighting chance. "We must ride to Lothlorien" she gasped, it was the closest city. She saw fire and heard people shouting orders.
She cried out in pain as she forced herself to stand. Rion's face was white, his lips were blue, but he was alive. She thought, she couldn't tell.
It was a two day ride to Lothlorien. She bit her lip as she mounted Sadine, her eye site was blurry. Had to get to Lothlorien, had to get help, for Rion, and her people
She leaned close to Sadine's ear "To.Loth...lorien.Sadine" she said softly "Hurry"
A/N: Okay, tell me what you think, more to come