From middle earth to Tortall – part 2
This is the continuation to "From middle earth to Tortall – part 1" At this point Legolas and Aragorn were accidentally thrown into Tortall by a flaky spell on Numair's part. Now, until Numair can remember how he made the Portal, they're stuck in Tortall. In this chapter Alanna get exceedingly mad an Aragorn leading in a dual, and Daine is becoming more and more fond of Legolas... As the Middle earth to Tortall series continues.
Legolas paced the room, looking at his surroundings. There were two beds, a dressing room, a privy and a desk, all neatly set out. Aragorn did the same, though every once in awhile he would mutter something about flaky mages. They had been given a room in the royal wing for the time being. "Now what do we do?" Legolas complained to Aragorn. "Can't we just hurt the mage a little-"?
"No! You know you're really impatient for an elf. We will wait, and hopefully in the mean time, learn something about this place." Legolas gave him a piercing look.
"Keep in mind that we have left the fate of middle earth in the hands three little gluttonous thing, only one has a brain, a crazy man, and a short little bearded thingy that likes to talk about gold. Knowing that it's very hard to relax!" Legolas gave up pacing and sat on his bed
"They'll do fine, and we'll hopefully get back soon enough."
"Not with that mage working on it"
"Go to bed Legolas!"
"Fine." Legolas stormed into the dressing room. Aragorn half laughed as he said, "what are you doing, your bed's out here!" Legolas came out again with his bow and quiver that he had stored in it.
"I know I was getting my bow."
"Why?"
"I'm going to shoot you and then get the mage."
~
Aragorn woke up early to see sun pouring through his window. Groaning, he got up to see Legolas sprawled on the floor next to his bed. Laughing softly, he weighed his options. Mainly he wanted to explore the castle and then the Page's and squire's training yards that Lady Alanna had told him about the might before. His only risk was leaving Legolas to try and kill Numair the mage. Finally Aragorn figured that Legolas had given up on the mage and would be able to fend for himself when he awoke. Walking outside the door, he found a note written by Lady Alanna:
1 Go to the kitchens when you desire anything to eat
You are free to wander the castle grounds, and the city but make sure that
Myself or the King knows where you are so that
You might be summoned if Numair re-opens the portal.
~Lady Alanna
Aragorn found his way to the kitchens where a bustling cook handed him a turnover and quickly wandered away. He then walked out onto the rolling green grounds of the training yards. A group working with swords in a fenced in potion of the field quickly caught his attention as he climbed a hill. Lady Alanna was teaching. Aragorn jumped a fence and sat, still munching his turnover as she corrected a grip on a young squire's sword. When she had set them in pairs to drill, Alanna walked over to see him.
"Ever taken swordsmanship lessons?" se asked causally.
"Born and bred a prince, I've carried a sword around since I could walk." he replied coolly. Alanna was taken by surprise and turned red from addressing royalty in that fashion.
"Oh" she said trying to regain composure. "Did you train knights to be at your palace?"
"Certainly" he replied, "Only we did things a little differently." He gestured at the classes taking place around them. "Our system was a little bit more… effective." he finished wickedly. Alanna turned red again.
"Are you saying that our methods of teaching are not effective?" she demanded hotly.
"No not at all, its just that we have well rounded knights. They have all kinds teachers, Elves, Dwarves, all I see around here are humans!" Alanna's infamous temper flared
"Ok fine. How about you show off your wonderful elfin skills now, against me!" Yes it worked! Thought Aragorn.
"Ok" he replied unsheathing his sword and dropping off the fence. Alanna called out to her pupils
"Clear the field! This is an exhibition of real skill!"
~
Legolas had woken up only a few minutes after Aragorn. Instead of heading to the kitchen however, he took some traveler's bread wrapped in a napkin that he had stowed at the bottom of his quiver. Walking out into the hallway, he was too preoccupied with his own thoughts until he bumped right into Daine! He began to mutter an apology when she looked up at him, quite surprised. Her pretty gray eyes had a sudden affect on him as she stared into his own, sea blue ones.
"Umm Hi," she said shyly. "You're the elf the got stranded her, right? Is there anything of interest I might show you to?"
"No thank you" he replied "I was going to examine the archery range..."
"Oh! I was on my way there too, I need to go see my horse and the stable is just beyond it." Legolas smiled at her before offering his arm. The two of them walked towards their destination chatting.
"…I'm a wild mage, the king keeps me around to deal with…"
"A wild mage?" Legolas interrupted. "I've heard of them, they have some of the power an elf does with animals, I guess that makes us all wild mages."
"Really?" Daine was fascinated. They kept on chatting, hardly noticing that they had reached the archery court until…
"Merie of Gothshill, can't you hit a target that's right in front of you?" You're acting like a blind man with a walking stick!"
"Who's that?" Legolas asked Daine. Her faced hardened
"It's that horrible training master, Lord Wyldon, he's forever hounding the poor boys."
Legolas's face was grim. "I think he should be taught a nice lesson, don't you think?" Daine smiled impishly up at him.
"What did you have in mind?"
Daine walked up to Lord Wyldon boldly. When he acknowledged her, she spoke in a clear voice. "My lord Prince Legolas of Mirkwood wishes to challenge you to an archery match. Do you wish to show your students how real archery is carried out?" Lord Wyldon frowned. He didn't wish to have a match at the moment but the temptation of a challenge was nagging at him.
"Very well, I will take him on."
"Thank you my lord, I am pleased." Legolas had used his elfin skills to walk silently behind him. Wyldon jumped but quickly regained his composure.
"What is the target to be sir Legolas?" Legolas looked around searching for something suitable but failed.
"You will shoot one of my arrows up, and I shall hit it before it falls to the ground, then you will do the same to one of my arrows." Wyldon jumped again. Surely no one was that good. However by honor he was forced to conform. Looking up he silently shot one of his arrows towards the sun with a long bow. Legolas grabbed his own bow and without even aiming. Wyldon's arrow came down, split in half. Legolas shot another arrow straight up. Wyldon tried to aim but his shot cleanly missed that target, leaving him to wallow in the rage of losing. The boys standing around him were dumbfounded and the boy that Wyldon had yelled at before was smiling gleefully.
Daine and Legolas bowed courteously and arms linked, walked away. They had only gone so far when loud clanking noises filled the air.
"Uh oh." said Legolas, "That sounds like Aragorn's sword. Alanna and Aragorn had been at it for two hours, neither of them getting an advantage or disadvantage over the other. Legolas and Daine joined the group of boys goggling at the sight of them. It would have gone on longer if King Jon had not interceded. Walking over the lawn he called out; "ALANNA!! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I FORBIDDEN YOU TO CHALLEGE MEN, ESPECIALLY GUESTS ON PERSONAL GROUNDS??????"
Alanna froze and dropped her sword. Aragorn stopped as well. Jon stormed up to the fence still fuming with anger. "I was just coming to tell you that Numair has unlocked the portal again. Aragorn and Legolas must hurry before it closes again. Aragorn and Alanna as well as Legolas and Daine looked sorrowfully at each other but nonetheless trudged up to the tower.
"I'll miss you, maybe sometime you could come back?" asked Daine to Legolas.
"Only if your crazy mage messes things up again." He replied. The Portal grew larger and larger.
"Come back again if you want me to cream you." Alanna said to Aragorn.
"If I could back again, you're pudding!" he retorted. Numair just stood there, but he shook hands with both elf and man. Daine couldn't help but be sad from losing a newfound friend. A Single tear fell from here cheek into the swelling ball of light that would take them away. Suddenly the entire room was full of green light and all five people vanished.
When their vision cleared, they were back in the dark forest that Legolas and Aragorn had started in. Numair slapped his head against his head. Alanna, Aragorn, and Legolas all cursed in separate languages. Daine just stood dumbfounded. Numair broke the silence. "I'll just make another one, to get back..." His black magic swirled around him but was quickly quenched. "Uh oh." he said quietly. The others stared at him.
"What's wrong?" Alanna asked. Numair frowned.
"There's some kind of force around this place that won't allow me to use magic. We're stuck here until it is removed."
TO BE CONTINUED… please review, any ideas are welcome. Thankee and hope you are looking forward to next piece.
This is the continuation to "From middle earth to Tortall – part 1" At this point Legolas and Aragorn were accidentally thrown into Tortall by a flaky spell on Numair's part. Now, until Numair can remember how he made the Portal, they're stuck in Tortall. In this chapter Alanna get exceedingly mad an Aragorn leading in a dual, and Daine is becoming more and more fond of Legolas... As the Middle earth to Tortall series continues.
Legolas paced the room, looking at his surroundings. There were two beds, a dressing room, a privy and a desk, all neatly set out. Aragorn did the same, though every once in awhile he would mutter something about flaky mages. They had been given a room in the royal wing for the time being. "Now what do we do?" Legolas complained to Aragorn. "Can't we just hurt the mage a little-"?
"No! You know you're really impatient for an elf. We will wait, and hopefully in the mean time, learn something about this place." Legolas gave him a piercing look.
"Keep in mind that we have left the fate of middle earth in the hands three little gluttonous thing, only one has a brain, a crazy man, and a short little bearded thingy that likes to talk about gold. Knowing that it's very hard to relax!" Legolas gave up pacing and sat on his bed
"They'll do fine, and we'll hopefully get back soon enough."
"Not with that mage working on it"
"Go to bed Legolas!"
"Fine." Legolas stormed into the dressing room. Aragorn half laughed as he said, "what are you doing, your bed's out here!" Legolas came out again with his bow and quiver that he had stored in it.
"I know I was getting my bow."
"Why?"
"I'm going to shoot you and then get the mage."
~
Aragorn woke up early to see sun pouring through his window. Groaning, he got up to see Legolas sprawled on the floor next to his bed. Laughing softly, he weighed his options. Mainly he wanted to explore the castle and then the Page's and squire's training yards that Lady Alanna had told him about the might before. His only risk was leaving Legolas to try and kill Numair the mage. Finally Aragorn figured that Legolas had given up on the mage and would be able to fend for himself when he awoke. Walking outside the door, he found a note written by Lady Alanna:
1 Go to the kitchens when you desire anything to eat
You are free to wander the castle grounds, and the city but make sure that
Myself or the King knows where you are so that
You might be summoned if Numair re-opens the portal.
~Lady Alanna
Aragorn found his way to the kitchens where a bustling cook handed him a turnover and quickly wandered away. He then walked out onto the rolling green grounds of the training yards. A group working with swords in a fenced in potion of the field quickly caught his attention as he climbed a hill. Lady Alanna was teaching. Aragorn jumped a fence and sat, still munching his turnover as she corrected a grip on a young squire's sword. When she had set them in pairs to drill, Alanna walked over to see him.
"Ever taken swordsmanship lessons?" se asked causally.
"Born and bred a prince, I've carried a sword around since I could walk." he replied coolly. Alanna was taken by surprise and turned red from addressing royalty in that fashion.
"Oh" she said trying to regain composure. "Did you train knights to be at your palace?"
"Certainly" he replied, "Only we did things a little differently." He gestured at the classes taking place around them. "Our system was a little bit more… effective." he finished wickedly. Alanna turned red again.
"Are you saying that our methods of teaching are not effective?" she demanded hotly.
"No not at all, its just that we have well rounded knights. They have all kinds teachers, Elves, Dwarves, all I see around here are humans!" Alanna's infamous temper flared
"Ok fine. How about you show off your wonderful elfin skills now, against me!" Yes it worked! Thought Aragorn.
"Ok" he replied unsheathing his sword and dropping off the fence. Alanna called out to her pupils
"Clear the field! This is an exhibition of real skill!"
~
Legolas had woken up only a few minutes after Aragorn. Instead of heading to the kitchen however, he took some traveler's bread wrapped in a napkin that he had stowed at the bottom of his quiver. Walking out into the hallway, he was too preoccupied with his own thoughts until he bumped right into Daine! He began to mutter an apology when she looked up at him, quite surprised. Her pretty gray eyes had a sudden affect on him as she stared into his own, sea blue ones.
"Umm Hi," she said shyly. "You're the elf the got stranded her, right? Is there anything of interest I might show you to?"
"No thank you" he replied "I was going to examine the archery range..."
"Oh! I was on my way there too, I need to go see my horse and the stable is just beyond it." Legolas smiled at her before offering his arm. The two of them walked towards their destination chatting.
"…I'm a wild mage, the king keeps me around to deal with…"
"A wild mage?" Legolas interrupted. "I've heard of them, they have some of the power an elf does with animals, I guess that makes us all wild mages."
"Really?" Daine was fascinated. They kept on chatting, hardly noticing that they had reached the archery court until…
"Merie of Gothshill, can't you hit a target that's right in front of you?" You're acting like a blind man with a walking stick!"
"Who's that?" Legolas asked Daine. Her faced hardened
"It's that horrible training master, Lord Wyldon, he's forever hounding the poor boys."
Legolas's face was grim. "I think he should be taught a nice lesson, don't you think?" Daine smiled impishly up at him.
"What did you have in mind?"
Daine walked up to Lord Wyldon boldly. When he acknowledged her, she spoke in a clear voice. "My lord Prince Legolas of Mirkwood wishes to challenge you to an archery match. Do you wish to show your students how real archery is carried out?" Lord Wyldon frowned. He didn't wish to have a match at the moment but the temptation of a challenge was nagging at him.
"Very well, I will take him on."
"Thank you my lord, I am pleased." Legolas had used his elfin skills to walk silently behind him. Wyldon jumped but quickly regained his composure.
"What is the target to be sir Legolas?" Legolas looked around searching for something suitable but failed.
"You will shoot one of my arrows up, and I shall hit it before it falls to the ground, then you will do the same to one of my arrows." Wyldon jumped again. Surely no one was that good. However by honor he was forced to conform. Looking up he silently shot one of his arrows towards the sun with a long bow. Legolas grabbed his own bow and without even aiming. Wyldon's arrow came down, split in half. Legolas shot another arrow straight up. Wyldon tried to aim but his shot cleanly missed that target, leaving him to wallow in the rage of losing. The boys standing around him were dumbfounded and the boy that Wyldon had yelled at before was smiling gleefully.
Daine and Legolas bowed courteously and arms linked, walked away. They had only gone so far when loud clanking noises filled the air.
"Uh oh." said Legolas, "That sounds like Aragorn's sword. Alanna and Aragorn had been at it for two hours, neither of them getting an advantage or disadvantage over the other. Legolas and Daine joined the group of boys goggling at the sight of them. It would have gone on longer if King Jon had not interceded. Walking over the lawn he called out; "ALANNA!! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I FORBIDDEN YOU TO CHALLEGE MEN, ESPECIALLY GUESTS ON PERSONAL GROUNDS??????"
Alanna froze and dropped her sword. Aragorn stopped as well. Jon stormed up to the fence still fuming with anger. "I was just coming to tell you that Numair has unlocked the portal again. Aragorn and Legolas must hurry before it closes again. Aragorn and Alanna as well as Legolas and Daine looked sorrowfully at each other but nonetheless trudged up to the tower.
"I'll miss you, maybe sometime you could come back?" asked Daine to Legolas.
"Only if your crazy mage messes things up again." He replied. The Portal grew larger and larger.
"Come back again if you want me to cream you." Alanna said to Aragorn.
"If I could back again, you're pudding!" he retorted. Numair just stood there, but he shook hands with both elf and man. Daine couldn't help but be sad from losing a newfound friend. A Single tear fell from here cheek into the swelling ball of light that would take them away. Suddenly the entire room was full of green light and all five people vanished.
When their vision cleared, they were back in the dark forest that Legolas and Aragorn had started in. Numair slapped his head against his head. Alanna, Aragorn, and Legolas all cursed in separate languages. Daine just stood dumbfounded. Numair broke the silence. "I'll just make another one, to get back..." His black magic swirled around him but was quickly quenched. "Uh oh." he said quietly. The others stared at him.
"What's wrong?" Alanna asked. Numair frowned.
"There's some kind of force around this place that won't allow me to use magic. We're stuck here until it is removed."
TO BE CONTINUED… please review, any ideas are welcome. Thankee and hope you are looking forward to next piece.