Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. It belongs to
JRR Tolkien.
Author's Note:
Sorry I couldn't post for such a long time! I had this ready on Thursday, but ff.net locked my uploading ability because I had an old chatroom fic on my list. They deleted it... and I'm glad. I never really loved that story as much as I cherish my other senseless, yet entertaining... thingies of literature. I couldn't upload until the 26th. So, here it is! Enjoy!
-Naheka
SET IT OFF!
Two suns had set and a moon had risen before the tweenager regained consciousness. She felt damp and cold underneath her worn leather tunic and leggings, her woolen cloak tinted with winter snowflakes. She could still see the pinnacles of red erupting beneath the snow capped mountain, clear with bloodstain as it had been before she fell. Judging by the way they all seemed to be running away from her like a stream of ants crawling beneath her, someone was carrying her down the way.
Well, her feet were a bit sore, so Naheka thought that perhaps she would take advantage of the opportunity and let the man take her down. She figured that he was Boromir, as he was the only one who seemed to be brave enough of the Fellowship to come anywhere near her. Good for him. But... she didn't recall Boromir having long blonde hair and a set of knives over a green jacket. She cursed in her native tongue.
"Argh! Lo elfay fluzach! Mi heluta a ozur!*"
A clash of Mordorian and elvish knives came with a flash as Naheka bounded off Legolas' shoulder and unsheathed a weapon. Upon discovering that she was challenged by her opponent, a quick twiddle, taught to her by her masters, flicked the knife out of his grasp, into the air, and between her skilled fingers. With a grin, she ran her slender index finger along the elvish runes engraved upon the blade. Her almond-shaped eyes widened at its touch. Ignoring the sting the elvish craft issued once again, she gave it a few fancy twirls for amusement. She loved how light it was, not to mention the fine forging.
As quick as the girl had obtained the weapon, it was hastily snatched out of her grasp again. Slipping her own nine-inch blade into the scabbard on her thigh, she had the intentions to spit at Legolas' feet like she did at their first meeting. But she figured that she would save her saliva for a better opportunity. When she could spit in his face. That would get him good.
Without a word, the elf prince kept walking down Caradhas' slopes, surpassing Frodo and hobbit company so that he journeyed beside Gandalf. Naheka noticed that Aragorn and Boromir were carrying Megan and C-chan. Yet Jackie was nowhere to be seen at the moment. Scratch that. Jackie was tagging at her left side at the very moment, snickering to herself.
"Are you mocking me?" the taller of them, Naheka, inquired acidly. "Because if you are, I will be happy to practice knife throwing on you."
"No need to get touchy!" replied Jackie, waving her hand in the air. "Besides... you would not be able to catch me!"
An incantation muttered from under her breath caused her to fade out of sight for a millisecond, and reappear at Naheka's right side. The bounty hunter's bottom lip curled, her fingers brushing against her knife again.
Jackie, like C-chan, and also like Megan, seemed to have united with Naheka in a mysterious way. There was a hidden trial behind their quad's abnormal friendship. Jackie was a sorceress-in-training, as she claimed to be in her homeland... whatever that was to her. In dark blue robes and matching tunic, a thick leather belt with a shining brass buckle bore a few handy trinkets. Magic trinkets. A crescent moon carved of pearl hung loosely at her neck. Naheka had often marveled at this lovely piece of jewelry, but hadn't bothered to ask where she had gotten it. She had a feeling that it might do something to her like... well, place an everlasting itch charm on her nose. Ridiculous fear it seemed, but who would want their nose to have a constant irking desire for scratching? Torture.
"Don't think your immature tricks can fool me," she whispered glaring straight into Jackie's face. Jackie blinked as she tilted her head, strands of raven black hair falling into her thin face. "For I," The emerald green eyes faded out of Jackie's sight, signaling warm breath behind her, and a knife tip prodding her scalp ever so gently. "Posses an identical talent."
"Bounty hunters, especially assassins are really creepy at times," Jackie commented without emotion.
"Excuse me," said Naheka, instantly snapping out of her murderous phase. "But I believe fighting for your family is a much better occupation than being a traveling gypsy of a magician!"
"Gypsy? Where did that remark come from?"
"...Never mind. My point is that at least I have origination! Where did you come from?"
"My homeland!" exclaimed Jackie, spreading her arms wide, "Toward the Great Beyond!"
"Where's that?"
"...I dunno'."
Jackie's utter ignorance of location brushed Naheka's intention to ask how she had come to Middle-earth. They probably fell in like she did... except she fell in Rivendell, the "marvelous elf city", according to C-chan's fanciful tales. Lucky blithering fools. They didn't have to come to a smog stained land and make a soul-selling deal with a flaming eye of Darkness. Nor did they have to tolerate Saruman the White's greeting customs. Nearly slaughtered by orc fiends was certainly a cheery way to welcome a new alliance! ...That must've been why he had no mercy for her when he had cast the spell unto Caradhas.
A snowball at her head crashed Naheka's thoughts, and initiated a duel between herself and her friend. She'd brood later.
~*~
"The Shire, eh?" asked Naheka as she changed her position lying on top of a smooth boulder. She and Merry had been conversing lightly for the last hour or so. Gandalf and Jackie were leaning against the tall surface of Moria's West Wall. The decoration glowed softly with light of the moon, illuminating the leaves upon the sprouting trees, and the dwarvish anvil below working hammer. Gandalf was on the ground, looking intently up at the engravings, as the young sorceress was cursing and shouting at the inanimate stone.
"Yes," replied Merry, "A lovely country in the Western ere..." He launched off into a detailed reminiscent description of his home fields and roads, explaining every tree to the last leaf. Naheka listened attentively to his words. The Shire sounded like a pretty place indeed. She thought if she couldn't make it back, and if she had failed Sauron's Quest, then perhaps she could build a hut near the Old Woods. She sighed. She was already making plans for her permanent stay in this foreign land. It seemed ridiculous. Her, suddenly thrown into another world, giving up hope about returning home. But she wasn't going to give up. Not yet. Not now.
At that moment, Megan came strolling by, pacing in utter boredom with every step. She gave a stressed whine as she bucked C-chan off the stone she was sleeping on, and sat on the spot she had kept warm in her slumber. C-chan remained asleep on the ground, snoring slightly as if she had never been bothered. Both females raised an amused eyebrow at her.
"This is junk," Megan grunted. "How long do we have to wait before the door opens? We should've crossed the Gap o' Rohan."
"Do you even know where the Gap of Rohan is?" Naheka inquired, her brow still raised.
"Nah," she replied. "Just being fancy."
Megan was a simple, yet intelligent being from another world which Naheka did not know of. (Goodness, it did annoy her to have aliens for friends...). She specialized in archery, yet she had recently discovered that she rivaled with Legolas' skills. It evidently seemed that the elf was a master of such a fighting technique, and had not seen another archer in her homeland that had such accuracy as his. Megan appreciated that, but did not admire it. Naheka had snorted and laughed when she reported this to her.
"She sleeps like a rock," the female archer continued, looking down at her snoozing friend upon the earth.
"She is a rock!" exclaimed Naheka, laughing in jest with Megan. C-chan did not stir.
"Mellon!"
Both girls, and the Fellowship turned. Jackie was angrily bumping her forehead on a nearby tree as Gandalf and Frodo backed up to witness the West Gates thunder open slowly with the dragging of stone doors.
*Translation: You stupid elf! I'll kill you for that!
Author's Note:
Sorry I couldn't post for such a long time! I had this ready on Thursday, but ff.net locked my uploading ability because I had an old chatroom fic on my list. They deleted it... and I'm glad. I never really loved that story as much as I cherish my other senseless, yet entertaining... thingies of literature. I couldn't upload until the 26th. So, here it is! Enjoy!
-Naheka
SET IT OFF!
Two suns had set and a moon had risen before the tweenager regained consciousness. She felt damp and cold underneath her worn leather tunic and leggings, her woolen cloak tinted with winter snowflakes. She could still see the pinnacles of red erupting beneath the snow capped mountain, clear with bloodstain as it had been before she fell. Judging by the way they all seemed to be running away from her like a stream of ants crawling beneath her, someone was carrying her down the way.
Well, her feet were a bit sore, so Naheka thought that perhaps she would take advantage of the opportunity and let the man take her down. She figured that he was Boromir, as he was the only one who seemed to be brave enough of the Fellowship to come anywhere near her. Good for him. But... she didn't recall Boromir having long blonde hair and a set of knives over a green jacket. She cursed in her native tongue.
"Argh! Lo elfay fluzach! Mi heluta a ozur!*"
A clash of Mordorian and elvish knives came with a flash as Naheka bounded off Legolas' shoulder and unsheathed a weapon. Upon discovering that she was challenged by her opponent, a quick twiddle, taught to her by her masters, flicked the knife out of his grasp, into the air, and between her skilled fingers. With a grin, she ran her slender index finger along the elvish runes engraved upon the blade. Her almond-shaped eyes widened at its touch. Ignoring the sting the elvish craft issued once again, she gave it a few fancy twirls for amusement. She loved how light it was, not to mention the fine forging.
As quick as the girl had obtained the weapon, it was hastily snatched out of her grasp again. Slipping her own nine-inch blade into the scabbard on her thigh, she had the intentions to spit at Legolas' feet like she did at their first meeting. But she figured that she would save her saliva for a better opportunity. When she could spit in his face. That would get him good.
Without a word, the elf prince kept walking down Caradhas' slopes, surpassing Frodo and hobbit company so that he journeyed beside Gandalf. Naheka noticed that Aragorn and Boromir were carrying Megan and C-chan. Yet Jackie was nowhere to be seen at the moment. Scratch that. Jackie was tagging at her left side at the very moment, snickering to herself.
"Are you mocking me?" the taller of them, Naheka, inquired acidly. "Because if you are, I will be happy to practice knife throwing on you."
"No need to get touchy!" replied Jackie, waving her hand in the air. "Besides... you would not be able to catch me!"
An incantation muttered from under her breath caused her to fade out of sight for a millisecond, and reappear at Naheka's right side. The bounty hunter's bottom lip curled, her fingers brushing against her knife again.
Jackie, like C-chan, and also like Megan, seemed to have united with Naheka in a mysterious way. There was a hidden trial behind their quad's abnormal friendship. Jackie was a sorceress-in-training, as she claimed to be in her homeland... whatever that was to her. In dark blue robes and matching tunic, a thick leather belt with a shining brass buckle bore a few handy trinkets. Magic trinkets. A crescent moon carved of pearl hung loosely at her neck. Naheka had often marveled at this lovely piece of jewelry, but hadn't bothered to ask where she had gotten it. She had a feeling that it might do something to her like... well, place an everlasting itch charm on her nose. Ridiculous fear it seemed, but who would want their nose to have a constant irking desire for scratching? Torture.
"Don't think your immature tricks can fool me," she whispered glaring straight into Jackie's face. Jackie blinked as she tilted her head, strands of raven black hair falling into her thin face. "For I," The emerald green eyes faded out of Jackie's sight, signaling warm breath behind her, and a knife tip prodding her scalp ever so gently. "Posses an identical talent."
"Bounty hunters, especially assassins are really creepy at times," Jackie commented without emotion.
"Excuse me," said Naheka, instantly snapping out of her murderous phase. "But I believe fighting for your family is a much better occupation than being a traveling gypsy of a magician!"
"Gypsy? Where did that remark come from?"
"...Never mind. My point is that at least I have origination! Where did you come from?"
"My homeland!" exclaimed Jackie, spreading her arms wide, "Toward the Great Beyond!"
"Where's that?"
"...I dunno'."
Jackie's utter ignorance of location brushed Naheka's intention to ask how she had come to Middle-earth. They probably fell in like she did... except she fell in Rivendell, the "marvelous elf city", according to C-chan's fanciful tales. Lucky blithering fools. They didn't have to come to a smog stained land and make a soul-selling deal with a flaming eye of Darkness. Nor did they have to tolerate Saruman the White's greeting customs. Nearly slaughtered by orc fiends was certainly a cheery way to welcome a new alliance! ...That must've been why he had no mercy for her when he had cast the spell unto Caradhas.
A snowball at her head crashed Naheka's thoughts, and initiated a duel between herself and her friend. She'd brood later.
~*~
"The Shire, eh?" asked Naheka as she changed her position lying on top of a smooth boulder. She and Merry had been conversing lightly for the last hour or so. Gandalf and Jackie were leaning against the tall surface of Moria's West Wall. The decoration glowed softly with light of the moon, illuminating the leaves upon the sprouting trees, and the dwarvish anvil below working hammer. Gandalf was on the ground, looking intently up at the engravings, as the young sorceress was cursing and shouting at the inanimate stone.
"Yes," replied Merry, "A lovely country in the Western ere..." He launched off into a detailed reminiscent description of his home fields and roads, explaining every tree to the last leaf. Naheka listened attentively to his words. The Shire sounded like a pretty place indeed. She thought if she couldn't make it back, and if she had failed Sauron's Quest, then perhaps she could build a hut near the Old Woods. She sighed. She was already making plans for her permanent stay in this foreign land. It seemed ridiculous. Her, suddenly thrown into another world, giving up hope about returning home. But she wasn't going to give up. Not yet. Not now.
At that moment, Megan came strolling by, pacing in utter boredom with every step. She gave a stressed whine as she bucked C-chan off the stone she was sleeping on, and sat on the spot she had kept warm in her slumber. C-chan remained asleep on the ground, snoring slightly as if she had never been bothered. Both females raised an amused eyebrow at her.
"This is junk," Megan grunted. "How long do we have to wait before the door opens? We should've crossed the Gap o' Rohan."
"Do you even know where the Gap of Rohan is?" Naheka inquired, her brow still raised.
"Nah," she replied. "Just being fancy."
Megan was a simple, yet intelligent being from another world which Naheka did not know of. (Goodness, it did annoy her to have aliens for friends...). She specialized in archery, yet she had recently discovered that she rivaled with Legolas' skills. It evidently seemed that the elf was a master of such a fighting technique, and had not seen another archer in her homeland that had such accuracy as his. Megan appreciated that, but did not admire it. Naheka had snorted and laughed when she reported this to her.
"She sleeps like a rock," the female archer continued, looking down at her snoozing friend upon the earth.
"She is a rock!" exclaimed Naheka, laughing in jest with Megan. C-chan did not stir.
"Mellon!"
Both girls, and the Fellowship turned. Jackie was angrily bumping her forehead on a nearby tree as Gandalf and Frodo backed up to witness the West Gates thunder open slowly with the dragging of stone doors.
*Translation: You stupid elf! I'll kill you for that!