Sage: You'll never guess what.
Duo: Nani?
Sage: Angel's getting a foreign exchange student from Japan this Saturday!
Angel: Her name is Akane Tanaka.
Duo: Yatta!
Yaten: Well at least she's not like Angel.
Sage: Actually.
Yaten: No. Please tell me she's not!
Duo: Fraid so buddy.
Angel: You'll just have to live with it boy-o
Oh and don't forget, Lyric is Hotaru. If you'd rather I call her Taru, just tell me cause I don't want to make it too complicated, ne? Saturn Angel: yes I am pairing her with you know whom. Just don't ruin it. Though most might figure it out in this chapter. ^_^ Everyone else: Thanks for the spelling corrections. I needed them. I'll redo the first chapter at some point, not yet though. I'm lazy and the fact I'm giving her another chapter so soon, well ya.. -_-' Ja ne. R&R minna-san!
~Angel
"It's been a whole day since you've begun, Taru." Hotaru said to herself. "Wait, that's wrong, Lyric." Sighing, Lyric finished cooling her face off in the quiet stream. She'd stopped at nightfall for a quick refresher but decided to start again, getting the feeling she was being watched. Because of such a feeling, she'd hidden her wings, she had no idea how she'd done it she just had. So now, she looked somewhat more.. Human.
Straitening, Lyric peered around her. A rustle from within a bush caused her to jump around and stare shaking at the spot. She had no idea what could be after her. But she found it only to be a squirrel. Taking one nervous step after another she started at a fast walk. Yet it wasn't fast enough.
A twig snapped behind her, now she knew someone or.. something was following her, but she couldn't tell what. She needed to get to the fire, to the Fellowship, now! Run. she thought and started to do just that. Soon her body was screaming for her to stop, her heart yelling for sleep. Everything was tired.
But the presence behind her was getting closer. She had to find the Fellowship before.
There, she was right at the fire, one step more and she'd be with the Fellowship. Or at least part of it anywase. One step. 'No.' A hand covered her mouth and another pulled her against a man's body. She struggled but the man pulled her further away.
Further from her mission, further from her plans. 'I can't just let myself be overpowered.' Pulling what strength she had, she struggled against him. No use. But a thought struck her. A small smile formed on her lips as she bit down on the hand causing the man to pull back and yelp. Taking this as her chance, Lyric slipped out of his other arm and ran towards the fire.
She burst into the clearing and found. "No."
Lyric's eye's widened. This couldn't be the Fellowship. They were. hideous. Orcs. That's how'd they'd been described. These monsters could be nothing else but them. She should have trusted her instincts. Not here. This wasn't them. And the man, he'd been trying to help her. She knew it.
The creatures turned all attention to her and took her as fresh meat. She screamed and turned to run, but some had come from behind. She was surrounded. Two came from behind and held her in their slimy arms. Another Orc, being as evil as possible, took his knife and slashed her three times across her front. A scream of pain tore form Lyric's throat and a river of tears poured down from her eyes. Pain. It hurt so much.
The last thing she saw was the hideous face of one Orc as she fell into unconsciousness.
Two minutes after, the man that had been trying to take her away came charging into the group. Two others were with him all ready for the fight at hand. They had swords drawn, well two swords and one bow, ready for battle. The Orcs didn't have a chance, taken off guard as they were.
Blood spilled all over the group, running black as night. Evil blood, one man shuttered. Soon all fell, and the three men and Lyric were left. "Legolas, is she alright?" One man stood tall and proud, surveying the scene. He slid his sword back into its case. "Why would the girl fight you off and run for here? It doesn't make sense."
Legolas sent a sad look at Aragorn. The blonde haired elf took the delicate girl and set her on a clear patch of earth, away from the Orcs carcasses.
"Aye, the stupid lass could have gotten killed. Or worse, turned into one of those nasty things." Gimli glared at the dead things on the ground, blood pouring out of them. "How is she?" He glanced at the tiny thing. "Strange looking for a human." He muttered
Legolas examined the wounds on her arms and legs, light scratches and minor black and blues. But there were tares in her shirt so. He sighed. "She seems okay now, but I'll have to check under these tears." He started to cut at the cloth. "It's a tough material."
"Let me at it!" Gimli said ready to tear the stuff off.
"No." Aragorn scowled. "Legolas will see to the girl and then we'll be off. It's not safe here. She can travel with us until." He stopped, breath catching in his throat at the sight of her wounds. Deep slashes marked her creamy skin. Three of them ran parallel across her stomach, and one across her breasts, still hidden a tiny bit by the thin material that covered her top. "By the gods." He said crossing himself.
"Is she going to live?" Gimli asked, his eyes wide. Sure a man like this, well it wasn't that bad, but a woman.. That was a different story.
"I think so." Legolas sighed. Taking an herb from a pouch he carried, he started to rub it into the wounds. "I need water and clean cloth. Something to make into strips to bandage the wounds." Aragorn nodded and hurried to get what he could from their supplies. Gimli turned away, being as much of a gentle man as possible, as Legolas cut away the fabric that guarded her chest.
The girl moved slightly, she could feel the pain even in sleep. Legolas pushed her hair from her forehead and started to murmur in Elfish; soft words of comfort and healing. His voice echoed into the deep darkness in which Hotaru rested, trying to escape the pain. She didn't want to be Lyric anymore; she wanted to be back at home, with no more pain. Yet a bright light, soft and warm started to engulf her. Words.. Of a different language were vibrating around her. Somehow, she knew this language too. A light voice, full of tenderness took her into the light. She felt safe.
Aragon returned with strips of white fabric torn from a clean shirt he'd had and a jar full of water. Legolas took them gratefully as Aragon turned to face the same way as Gimli, he too not wanting to.. see too much. Pushing a strand of dark hair back, he sighed. Tonight would be long.
Legolas poured the water over the girl's wounds. She winced but didn't cry out. Slowly, he took more herbs out and rubbed them over the lower two cuts. And then he turned his attention to the upper. 'This is no big deal.' He told himself. Yet, when he'd first seen her he'd felt a. connection. 'She needs help. I'm giving it to her.' He tried to convince himself. He couldn't quite do it though.
Finally done, after an hour of repeatedly rubbing herbs and water over the wounds, he wrapped the cloth strips around her, calling Aragorn over to lift her a tiny bit off the ground. 'Finished.' He prayed she'd make it. "She can travel now?" Gimli asked hopefully.
"I wouldn't think so." Aragorn said. "She'll need to ride, but we have no horse, or be carried and." Legolas stopped him.
"I'll carry her. We need to leave here." Slowly, Legolas lifted Lyric's fragile body into his arms. The girl was light! He could have carried her in his hand, Legolas decided. But her wounds made him cautious.
"Let's be off them!" Gimli bellowed causing the birds that had taken to the trees near by to swoop of squawking.
"Hush." Aragorn ordered. "You might bring more attention then what's needed to us."
Oh and don't forget, Lyric is Hotaru. If you'd rather I call her Taru, just tell me cause I don't want to make it too complicated, ne? Saturn Angel: yes I am pairing her with you know whom. Just don't ruin it. Though most might figure it out in this chapter. ^_^ Everyone else: Thanks for the spelling corrections. I needed them. I'll redo the first chapter at some point, not yet though. I'm lazy and the fact I'm giving her another chapter so soon, well ya.. -_-' Ja ne. R&R minna-san!
~Angel
"It's been a whole day since you've begun, Taru." Hotaru said to herself. "Wait, that's wrong, Lyric." Sighing, Lyric finished cooling her face off in the quiet stream. She'd stopped at nightfall for a quick refresher but decided to start again, getting the feeling she was being watched. Because of such a feeling, she'd hidden her wings, she had no idea how she'd done it she just had. So now, she looked somewhat more.. Human.
Straitening, Lyric peered around her. A rustle from within a bush caused her to jump around and stare shaking at the spot. She had no idea what could be after her. But she found it only to be a squirrel. Taking one nervous step after another she started at a fast walk. Yet it wasn't fast enough.
A twig snapped behind her, now she knew someone or.. something was following her, but she couldn't tell what. She needed to get to the fire, to the Fellowship, now! Run. she thought and started to do just that. Soon her body was screaming for her to stop, her heart yelling for sleep. Everything was tired.
But the presence behind her was getting closer. She had to find the Fellowship before.
There, she was right at the fire, one step more and she'd be with the Fellowship. Or at least part of it anywase. One step. 'No.' A hand covered her mouth and another pulled her against a man's body. She struggled but the man pulled her further away.
Further from her mission, further from her plans. 'I can't just let myself be overpowered.' Pulling what strength she had, she struggled against him. No use. But a thought struck her. A small smile formed on her lips as she bit down on the hand causing the man to pull back and yelp. Taking this as her chance, Lyric slipped out of his other arm and ran towards the fire.
She burst into the clearing and found. "No."
Lyric's eye's widened. This couldn't be the Fellowship. They were. hideous. Orcs. That's how'd they'd been described. These monsters could be nothing else but them. She should have trusted her instincts. Not here. This wasn't them. And the man, he'd been trying to help her. She knew it.
The creatures turned all attention to her and took her as fresh meat. She screamed and turned to run, but some had come from behind. She was surrounded. Two came from behind and held her in their slimy arms. Another Orc, being as evil as possible, took his knife and slashed her three times across her front. A scream of pain tore form Lyric's throat and a river of tears poured down from her eyes. Pain. It hurt so much.
The last thing she saw was the hideous face of one Orc as she fell into unconsciousness.
Two minutes after, the man that had been trying to take her away came charging into the group. Two others were with him all ready for the fight at hand. They had swords drawn, well two swords and one bow, ready for battle. The Orcs didn't have a chance, taken off guard as they were.
Blood spilled all over the group, running black as night. Evil blood, one man shuttered. Soon all fell, and the three men and Lyric were left. "Legolas, is she alright?" One man stood tall and proud, surveying the scene. He slid his sword back into its case. "Why would the girl fight you off and run for here? It doesn't make sense."
Legolas sent a sad look at Aragorn. The blonde haired elf took the delicate girl and set her on a clear patch of earth, away from the Orcs carcasses.
"Aye, the stupid lass could have gotten killed. Or worse, turned into one of those nasty things." Gimli glared at the dead things on the ground, blood pouring out of them. "How is she?" He glanced at the tiny thing. "Strange looking for a human." He muttered
Legolas examined the wounds on her arms and legs, light scratches and minor black and blues. But there were tares in her shirt so. He sighed. "She seems okay now, but I'll have to check under these tears." He started to cut at the cloth. "It's a tough material."
"Let me at it!" Gimli said ready to tear the stuff off.
"No." Aragorn scowled. "Legolas will see to the girl and then we'll be off. It's not safe here. She can travel with us until." He stopped, breath catching in his throat at the sight of her wounds. Deep slashes marked her creamy skin. Three of them ran parallel across her stomach, and one across her breasts, still hidden a tiny bit by the thin material that covered her top. "By the gods." He said crossing himself.
"Is she going to live?" Gimli asked, his eyes wide. Sure a man like this, well it wasn't that bad, but a woman.. That was a different story.
"I think so." Legolas sighed. Taking an herb from a pouch he carried, he started to rub it into the wounds. "I need water and clean cloth. Something to make into strips to bandage the wounds." Aragorn nodded and hurried to get what he could from their supplies. Gimli turned away, being as much of a gentle man as possible, as Legolas cut away the fabric that guarded her chest.
The girl moved slightly, she could feel the pain even in sleep. Legolas pushed her hair from her forehead and started to murmur in Elfish; soft words of comfort and healing. His voice echoed into the deep darkness in which Hotaru rested, trying to escape the pain. She didn't want to be Lyric anymore; she wanted to be back at home, with no more pain. Yet a bright light, soft and warm started to engulf her. Words.. Of a different language were vibrating around her. Somehow, she knew this language too. A light voice, full of tenderness took her into the light. She felt safe.
Aragon returned with strips of white fabric torn from a clean shirt he'd had and a jar full of water. Legolas took them gratefully as Aragon turned to face the same way as Gimli, he too not wanting to.. see too much. Pushing a strand of dark hair back, he sighed. Tonight would be long.
Legolas poured the water over the girl's wounds. She winced but didn't cry out. Slowly, he took more herbs out and rubbed them over the lower two cuts. And then he turned his attention to the upper. 'This is no big deal.' He told himself. Yet, when he'd first seen her he'd felt a. connection. 'She needs help. I'm giving it to her.' He tried to convince himself. He couldn't quite do it though.
Finally done, after an hour of repeatedly rubbing herbs and water over the wounds, he wrapped the cloth strips around her, calling Aragorn over to lift her a tiny bit off the ground. 'Finished.' He prayed she'd make it. "She can travel now?" Gimli asked hopefully.
"I wouldn't think so." Aragorn said. "She'll need to ride, but we have no horse, or be carried and." Legolas stopped him.
"I'll carry her. We need to leave here." Slowly, Legolas lifted Lyric's fragile body into his arms. The girl was light! He could have carried her in his hand, Legolas decided. But her wounds made him cautious.
"Let's be off them!" Gimli bellowed causing the birds that had taken to the trees near by to swoop of squawking.
"Hush." Aragorn ordered. "You might bring more attention then what's needed to us."