A/N: As I said before, this is my first LotR fan fic. I used to be a poet
so you'll probably see a lot of poetry type junk in here. Flames very
welcome. I laugh in the face of flamers! * Stands, feet spread and fists on
hips, head toward the sky* HA HA HA! K.
A/N #2: FYI, faeries in my mind are about 5 ½ feet tall full-grown, very delicate, shimmering pale skin and pretty. And their ears longer than an elf's, but shorter than an imp's. There wings really big, and usually contrast with their hair and eyes. Like on those Skittles commercials. I have NO idea if this story has been done before.
Disclaimer: Obviously none of this is mine. Well, the faeries are, and anything to do with them. So please don't sue me *gets on knees and clasps hands together* Please! I only have about. *digs through pockets* eighteen cents, a safety pin, and a sick of gum!
It was a fresh morning. The hooves of my horse beated the ground lightly, the leaves rustled in the delicate wind, the sound of animals waking. The rays of the sun started peeking out from behind the mountains and onto my face.
I rode throughout the forest, for no reason. The feel of a breeze on my face and riding my horse comforts me.
I am no one special. to me at least. I am a faerie. No one but the faeries knows that this race still exists. Of course not! Everything is always about the elves, and faeries can do more than elves, are more beautiful than elves, and we can fly!
I sighed deeply and closed my eyes, "Whoa!" My horse halted. I was far into the forest. Another presence startled me. Ah, yes, an elf. They do seem to like prancing about the forest acting as though they own it.
There was a whoosh above me. I looked up and saw a blonde elf staring down at me. Darn! We aren't to be seen by the eyes of non-faeries!
"What are you?" The elf asked bluntly. His voice was smooth and silky. I just looked up at him like I could not understand his tongue, although it was English.
"Let me repeat myself; what are you?" he asked again. This time, I clicked my teeth for my horse to start to walk away. I had no interest in talking or listening to an elf.
"Don't you dare walk away when I have asked you a question!" He yelled at my turned back. The elf jumped out of the tree; "Do you not know who I am?"
I sighed again and got off my horse. As I turned to meet his gaze, I removed the cloak I was wearing that hid my wings and glittery, glossy skin and a green and brown dress. His reaction was as I expected from an elf. His eyes grew wide and his mouth left agape. After a moment or so, he regained control of his mouth and said, "You're, you're-"
"I know perfectly well what I am. Now please go away. I have no desire to speak to an elf," my eyes turned cold. This elf seemed to be the most persistent, arrogant elf, for he did not leave as I asked. He just stood there looking ridiculous.
"How can this be? The race of Faeries diminished long ago." This elf was also very naïve.
"As you can see, we have not."
"What is your name?" He let on such a look on his face that made me want to gag: kindness. No one had been kind to be before... besides one. But my attitude did not change. I just became more harsh with my words.
"Did you not hear me before? I do not wish to waste my breath on a mere elf!" My eyes were slits, but I managed to shoot daggers through them. I slipped back on my cloak and started to walk back toward my horse.
"Milady, excuse me, but I do not think you know who I am," he pushed the conversation further, something I did not want.
"I don't think I do, nor do I care."
"I think you will if you would let me tell you." I could feel his eyes trying to undress my cloak. I walked toward him, staring into his dark gray/blue eyes.
"I do suppose you are going to tell me no matter what I do. So introduce yourself."
He stood straight, chin high, and foolishly arrogant, "I am Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood."
What a mouth full, I thought. "I still do not care. You are an elf, therefore you are just a pile of over-powering rubbish in my way." Legolas burrowed his brows in confusion. "I do not expect an elf to understand. I will be on my way. Good day." I turned once again, and walked back to my horse.
"You ride a horse when you have wings. why?" I looked at Legolas and granted him the honor of a small smile. I clicked my teeth, kicking my horse's sides to make him go. And off we went, leaving Legolas in the forest confused.
A/N #2: FYI, faeries in my mind are about 5 ½ feet tall full-grown, very delicate, shimmering pale skin and pretty. And their ears longer than an elf's, but shorter than an imp's. There wings really big, and usually contrast with their hair and eyes. Like on those Skittles commercials. I have NO idea if this story has been done before.
Disclaimer: Obviously none of this is mine. Well, the faeries are, and anything to do with them. So please don't sue me *gets on knees and clasps hands together* Please! I only have about. *digs through pockets* eighteen cents, a safety pin, and a sick of gum!
It was a fresh morning. The hooves of my horse beated the ground lightly, the leaves rustled in the delicate wind, the sound of animals waking. The rays of the sun started peeking out from behind the mountains and onto my face.
I rode throughout the forest, for no reason. The feel of a breeze on my face and riding my horse comforts me.
I am no one special. to me at least. I am a faerie. No one but the faeries knows that this race still exists. Of course not! Everything is always about the elves, and faeries can do more than elves, are more beautiful than elves, and we can fly!
I sighed deeply and closed my eyes, "Whoa!" My horse halted. I was far into the forest. Another presence startled me. Ah, yes, an elf. They do seem to like prancing about the forest acting as though they own it.
There was a whoosh above me. I looked up and saw a blonde elf staring down at me. Darn! We aren't to be seen by the eyes of non-faeries!
"What are you?" The elf asked bluntly. His voice was smooth and silky. I just looked up at him like I could not understand his tongue, although it was English.
"Let me repeat myself; what are you?" he asked again. This time, I clicked my teeth for my horse to start to walk away. I had no interest in talking or listening to an elf.
"Don't you dare walk away when I have asked you a question!" He yelled at my turned back. The elf jumped out of the tree; "Do you not know who I am?"
I sighed again and got off my horse. As I turned to meet his gaze, I removed the cloak I was wearing that hid my wings and glittery, glossy skin and a green and brown dress. His reaction was as I expected from an elf. His eyes grew wide and his mouth left agape. After a moment or so, he regained control of his mouth and said, "You're, you're-"
"I know perfectly well what I am. Now please go away. I have no desire to speak to an elf," my eyes turned cold. This elf seemed to be the most persistent, arrogant elf, for he did not leave as I asked. He just stood there looking ridiculous.
"How can this be? The race of Faeries diminished long ago." This elf was also very naïve.
"As you can see, we have not."
"What is your name?" He let on such a look on his face that made me want to gag: kindness. No one had been kind to be before... besides one. But my attitude did not change. I just became more harsh with my words.
"Did you not hear me before? I do not wish to waste my breath on a mere elf!" My eyes were slits, but I managed to shoot daggers through them. I slipped back on my cloak and started to walk back toward my horse.
"Milady, excuse me, but I do not think you know who I am," he pushed the conversation further, something I did not want.
"I don't think I do, nor do I care."
"I think you will if you would let me tell you." I could feel his eyes trying to undress my cloak. I walked toward him, staring into his dark gray/blue eyes.
"I do suppose you are going to tell me no matter what I do. So introduce yourself."
He stood straight, chin high, and foolishly arrogant, "I am Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood."
What a mouth full, I thought. "I still do not care. You are an elf, therefore you are just a pile of over-powering rubbish in my way." Legolas burrowed his brows in confusion. "I do not expect an elf to understand. I will be on my way. Good day." I turned once again, and walked back to my horse.
"You ride a horse when you have wings. why?" I looked at Legolas and granted him the honor of a small smile. I clicked my teeth, kicking my horse's sides to make him go. And off we went, leaving Legolas in the forest confused.