AN- lalalalala… Had a cute story idea… Wrote it down… The norm. It's 'bout a young Dunlandian girl that, pretty much, is forced to flee her Clan after being falsely accused of a crime. She disguises herself as a boy to throw off her trackers and bumps into Rivendell (or Rohan, or someplace like that…) about half a year before the Council to determine the fate of the ring. She joins the fellowship (still disguised as a boy) and sets out with them. After crossing through the Mines of Moria, she meets her long-time child hood friend and beseeches the Fellowship to take her friend with them. Galadriel and Frodo discover her, but neither of them reveals her secret. So this is the story of Ioret, the non-lesbo who dresses up as a boy and joins the Fellowship. Keep tight, sit back, and watch the paper clip as we begin count down. 3-2-1-
DISCLAIMER!!!!-Yes that's right. The Disclaimer!!! JRR Tolkein owns every little piece of middle earth, EXCEPT Ioret and Mena. Nope, he doesn't own them… ;P
Nywayz… And now, it is my privilege, as well as my pleasure, to welcome you to the first ever RedTopaz LOTR Fic. I would like to thank you all for coming to night. I can assure you it means very much to everyone who made this fic possible. So, without further adieu, Ladies and Gentlemen… Ior's Girl!!!
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"Get out of here, you rouge!" Iorets step faltered as she heard the sound of the angry voice call out from within the nearby building. She had been out on a walk when she had originally first heard the shouting. Ioret took a startled step backwards as a red clay mug came crashing through the middle window of the wooden building, shattering the murky glass that had covered the window. She heard another outraged cry as there was a second crash of shattering glass. The young woman had to cover her head with her arms to protect her self from the flying glass shards as a black, much larger object came hurdling through the second window to the right. The figure rose, She could not clearly see the face because of the blackness, but she could make out the bow and brown muslin sack that had been swung over the black shoulder. The form took a fleeting glance at her, allowing her to see the flash in the abnormally blue eyes, and then it turned, sprinting off in the opposite direction. Ioret stood there, gazing quietly after the man in a static state, unsure of what to do next. She only dimly heard the irate voices of the patrol as they rounded the street corner. Even though she had her back to them, she knew they were standing just behind her. She could feel the heat from their torches and the glare of their eyes though she stood a good ten feet a way from them. Ioret was lost. All she could do was stare offhandedly into the black night. She barely seemed to notice when the patrol surrounded her and the commanding officers came foreword to question her. She was brought back from her silent thoughts by a rough hand, brutally shaking he shoulder.
"Well, Girl? Where'd ye stash it? Such greedy little hands like yours move quickly. Now, tell us what you did with 'em!" Ioret only briefly dared a look up. What she saw was a leering soldier, growling and snarling at her, showing a mass of missing teeth and badly chapped lips. Ioret continued to stare up at him, not showing any emotion on her young, deeply tanned face.
"Do with what?" she asked in a small, barely audible voice. The man snarled again, threateningly tightening his grip on her shoulder.
"You know what! Where are the two elfish candlesticks you stole? Both of them would have brought a fortune in trade." His gloved hand was gripping her arm so hard that Ioret could not help but give a yelp as his fingers dug into her muscle. Ioret remained silent. The man demanded a response of her for the second time and then, after receiving none, drew back his arm as menacingly as if to strike her. Ioret winched as his leather-covered palm came rapping across her cheek. Ignoring the fuzzy, tingling sensation in her face, Ioret lowered her gaze and proceeded concentrating, with great intensity, on the black ground. She could hardly see her brown, deer-hide ankle boots through the night's darkness and she was only fuzzily aware of the soldiers call for a torch. She looked up to watch the flame as the light was brought towards her.
"Let's get a good look at you…" The man carrying the torch said, bringing the light up close to her face. Ioret could see the dust hidden in the creases of the man's face and the reflection of the firelight off his grayish-white hair that was so unlike her own rich, chocolate brown locks. Just after the light had hit her face, a young recruit, probably only seventeen or eighteen, pushed his way to the front of the circle.
"I know her! She's the Coopers [1] Apprentice. I've seen her at his shop." The young man proclaimed in an excited voice.
"Ioret. You know, Hagal's daughter." The young soldier pointed to her. The older man leaned back on his heels, as if considering what the youth had said, and then, handing off the torch to the soldier with the leather gloves, began to walk around Ioret, inspecting her like she was some mere ox that had been set up to sale at the market. Ioret could see his hot breath rise up into the chilly night air as he turned her head to inspect her throbbing cheek.
"Well, well, well. Hagal's daughter, the thief. She hasn't said a word about those candleholders yet, has she? Well, I suspect will have to take her in front of him tomorrow. We'll need to lock her up in the mean time. C'mon let's move." With that, the man turned and parted the circle as he made his way to the Barers. Ioret knew very well who "he" was. The leader. Her punishment would not be light. She knew she was already convicted, and there was no evidence that could prove otherwise. Ioret let out a labored, unconscious sigh as she was forced up by the patrol and made to fallow to the prison or, as some would have it, the Barers.
Ioret fallowed in silence and submission for most of the short walk across the Clan grounds, only breaking once when the party was interrupted by Mena, a dear friend of Ioret's who had been out in search of the missing girl. Ioret had hurriedly shouted out her explanation to Mena asking her to inform her family, but was allowed little time as the guards pressed on. The Dunlandian Bear Clan was not very tolerant of much of anything. The worst she had to fear was death. The walk had not been long and Ioret was not especially distraught with having to sleep on the floor, she just hoped that Mena had reached her family with the news. Her only worry was that Mena would pull something silly and try to get her out.
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Footnotes^^
Cooper- One who makes barrels, hogsheads, casks, etc.--^-^--
Thanks for reading. CH 2 soon to come. I corrected all the fuzzy little grammar mistakes. Sorry to everyone who read before the corrections. Nywayz. Hope you had fun^^
Ja
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