Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. It belongs to
JRR Tolkien. The word in the following note belongs to Leslie C.; Lily.
Author's Note:
Meep.
-Naheka
SET IT OFF!
For at least half an hour, Legolas and Naurglahad had unconsciouslytaken turns to push each other violently in the water, and each time, the fights got more intense. When the remaining Fellowship had stopped shaking their heads, gaping, or chuckling softly, they realized that the two of them were rolling around in the water, Legolas with his hands gripping her neck, and Naurglahad on the verge of sawing his hair off with her knife.
"Come on!" she shouted in his ear harshly. "Just let it go, you prissy frissy Elf!"
"My hair is my Elven dignity!" he replied in the same tone. "It has absolutely nothing to do with how 'pretty' it looks!"
"Your hair is your Elven pride?"
"Yes." One could tell that he was only saying this to get Naurglahad off him.
"...Well it just so happens that I simply love breaking pride!"
"I believe we've had enough of that here!" hollered Aragorn, also jumping to the knee-high water in attempt to tear them into separation. He yanked Naurglahad off first, handing her over to Boromir, who tossed her off onto the banks. Megan caught her, and both she and Jackie had to jump on her to restrain her from launching on Boromir, Aragorn, and Legolas all at the same time.
"Relax!" Jackie screamed, grabbing Naurglahad by the wrist. "God! You don't have to kill anyone---"
"Jac," hissed Megan, finally getting a hold of the struggling-one's collar, "She's an assassin!"
"So it's my duty!" argued Naurglahad. She had almost gotten out of their grasp, until she found a pair of dirty little hobbit feet right in front of her face. She looked up. Pippin was standing above her, a curious, yet assertive look on his face. Out of his pocket came... a small piece of toast. He shoved it in Naurglahad's mouth, gave her a cute pat on the head, and walked away. Naurglahad stopped struggling. Her eyes crossed as she looked down at her mouth to see what Pippin had given her.
"Oh my Sirwa!" she exclaimed suddenly, ultimately bucking off her friends, and grasping the insignificant piece of bread. She held it her right hand, her left hand acting as if afraid to touch it. "It's... it's..."
"It's toast," grumbled C-chan.
"Yes! Exactly! It's toast! Wonderful, glorious, perfect toast! My precious!" She turned on Pippin, and before he could escape, Naurglahad had jumped on him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, you wise, caring Halfling!" She dropped him in the lake. Legolas shook his head as he helped him to his feet. The poor hobbit looked overly disturbed.
"Toast!" She twirled on one foot and sat cross-legged on a rock, humming in jubilee as she clutched the toast and hugged it to her chest. "I wuv you!"
The Fellowship paled slightly, eyebrows raised, or left eye twitching in disruption. Jackie sighed as a look of embarrassment cross her face.
"Er... We didn't tell you, did we?" she said in a small voice. "Naruglahad Ryunarasu... loves toast. Everyone in her family loves toast. Especially buttered toast. It's really... the... only... thing ... that... really... uh... calms... her..." Jackie's voice completely drowned in the confused looks from the Fellowship.
"Well, it's true!" blurted C-chan.
Megan took her cloak from her shoulders and draped it over her face. Immediately, Jackie and C-chan did the same. Most of the Fellowship just stood there, forgetting that they were chilling slightly in the water. The three hobbits that remained dry were paralyzed. As for Naurglahad... well, she was praising her toast.
Sniff. Sniff. "Holy Zhulna! This thing used to be buttered!"
~*~
Naurglahad grumbled complaints and curses to herself as she threw her cloak on and rubbed her eyes. That Elvish lament for Gandalf was stuck in her head, and she simply could not get it out of her head. It haunted her so. Her eyes were baggy from tire, and her joints felt like they needed to be oiled up or something. Nothing a little water couldn't cure in the middle of the night, would it?
Following her sense of smell, she trudged through Lothlorién in search of some water. She couldn't really see where she was going. Although she was usually most alert at night, she was totally exhausted from the traveling that followed after the lake battle escapade. Her tired face turned to a grouchy frown as she recalled a bird flying out of nowhere and snatching the toast out of her hands. Oh how she hated that bird. She shot it down with Legolas' bow (which she had snagged from him without permission). But when she found its dead figure upon the earth's mantle, she discovered that the little sparrow had already devoured the whole thing.
Her fingers shivered slightly as she dipped her cupped hands into a fountain of water. She took no notice of the elegant silver pitcher that sat silently beside the fountain. Instead, she turned when she heard a chirp behind her. It was a nightingale. A bird... A bird! "I will avenge my toast."
The nightingale fluttered away up into the branches of the mallorn trees as she launched at the basin it was perched on. Naurglahad cursed under her breath as she glared into the trees after it, dodging just in time to avoid a little "present" that came plummeting to the earth very soon after. Cursing again, she turned her attention to the basin. Maybe she could set it up so that something heavy flung at it when it returned. Like a rock. A sharp rock. A sharp rock flung at a nightingale. Absolutely lovely.
She brushed the rim of the basin with her fingers, trying to sense something that would strike an idea of how to get that rock in the air. But her eyes caught her reflection displayed in a calm, serene pool of water sitting in the basin. She snorted as she noted that she looked like she had a hangover. Oh well.
Suddenly, the water rippled. Her reflection changed. It showed... the Irakhi Desert. The simple adobe village she lived in, small children running back and forth throughout the buildings. Her view scanned over the village and looked out into the mountains north of the desert. In the distance, a particularly tall mountain was sitting, surrounded by clouds and smoke. Then, a rolling wave of fire came, completely covering the image of her home. When it had cleared, she saw a dead, rotting landscape. Everything was singed black and burned. Fumes of smoke were furling through the skies like flags waving in the wind. The village was nowhere to be seen. Only death. Then, the flames came back. But this time, she saw a Wraith in it... burning... dying.... It was Joe.
Naurglahad backed up from the basin, shaking her head in denial. This was impossible! Did this basin show the future? The present? It couldn't be the past.
But whatever it was, it got her running away from the basin, up a flight of earthy stairs, and through the trees. She had to tell someone. Anyone. Tears began to fall down her cheeks as she bumped into someone standing motionlessly beside a random mallorn tree. Of all people that she could run into, it had to be---
"Oh, it is you," muttered Legolas, putting an arm up to block her just in case she decided to kick him in the face. "What do you want, child?"
Naurglahad couldn't get her words out properly. "Thhe-the basin!" she stuttered, shivering in fear. "Thhere was fire! and smoke! and-nd my home! My village got burned down nd--and J---"
"Your village burned down?" inquired Legolas urgently. "Your home got wrecked?"
"Yes!" she cried, sobbing hysterically. "It's gone! It's all gone!"
"Then that means you won't have a place to return to!"
"Yes!"
"And you'll never get out of my life! You'll be an eternal curse to me!"
"Exactly already!"
"Where have you seen this?"
Without a word, Naurglahad turned back toward the path which she came from. She followed the scent of water again, and found the secluded area with the basin and fountain. Forgetting to use the stairs, she leapt over a few terraces and came with a stumbling land a few feet away from the basin. In seconds, Legolas had met her. Her eyes darted at the basin, indicating to Legolas that that was where she had seen the horrible vision.
The elf examined his surroundings carefully before peering cautiously into the basin.
"There is only water," he said. Naurglahad shook her head and looked into the basin parallel to him.
The image in the water changed. Naurglahad paled. She was prepared to back up to avoid seeing it again, but instead, she saw another vision. Now, it was a dark forest. But two people, back turned towards her, dressed in flowing garments of white, shone out of the shadow. One of them had dark hair, and the other with golden hair. As they turned, Naurglahad snorted to see that the one with blonde hair was Legolas. She looked up at him from across the basin, but the elf did not budge. The second figure that stood beside him was a woman, a mortal woman. For some reason, she looked awfully familiar.
Her bright green eyes met with Legolas' sapphire as she smiled sweetly, brushing his cheek with a curled finger. Then, they kissed passionately. As the image faded from the basin and turned back into water, Legolas and Naurglahad exchanged looks of confusion for a few moments.
It took both of them quite some time for them to realize what they had both just seen.
~*~
Their bloody-murder screams rang out simutaneously through Lothlorien and woke everyone up.
~*~
"Wow!" exclaimed C-chan, waving a hand in front of Naurglahad's paling face. It had been in the same bitter, hating, brooding, plotting contortion for the last hour or so. "I can't believe it!" She did the same to Legolas, who had a very similar glare on his face. "Over one night, they hate each other even more!" She turned to Megan and Jackie with a very hyper and joyful look in her eyes. "It's terribly fascinating! Don't you think so?"
"If you ask me," commented Jackie, taking a casual seat on the shores that led into River Anduín. "I don't think it's hate." She whispered in Naurglahad's ear. "Tell me it's true; I think it's love!"
Bam! Splash!
"Augh! My spine! Argh!"
And to Megan and C-chan's surprise, Naurglahad wasn't even grinning when it seemed that Jackie was drowning in two feet deep water.
I feel like my writing style is off today... ergh. Tired.
Happy "the day after Turkey Day" Day!
-Naheka
Author's Note:
Meep.
-Naheka
SET IT OFF!
For at least half an hour, Legolas and Naurglahad had unconsciouslytaken turns to push each other violently in the water, and each time, the fights got more intense. When the remaining Fellowship had stopped shaking their heads, gaping, or chuckling softly, they realized that the two of them were rolling around in the water, Legolas with his hands gripping her neck, and Naurglahad on the verge of sawing his hair off with her knife.
"Come on!" she shouted in his ear harshly. "Just let it go, you prissy frissy Elf!"
"My hair is my Elven dignity!" he replied in the same tone. "It has absolutely nothing to do with how 'pretty' it looks!"
"Your hair is your Elven pride?"
"Yes." One could tell that he was only saying this to get Naurglahad off him.
"...Well it just so happens that I simply love breaking pride!"
"I believe we've had enough of that here!" hollered Aragorn, also jumping to the knee-high water in attempt to tear them into separation. He yanked Naurglahad off first, handing her over to Boromir, who tossed her off onto the banks. Megan caught her, and both she and Jackie had to jump on her to restrain her from launching on Boromir, Aragorn, and Legolas all at the same time.
"Relax!" Jackie screamed, grabbing Naurglahad by the wrist. "God! You don't have to kill anyone---"
"Jac," hissed Megan, finally getting a hold of the struggling-one's collar, "She's an assassin!"
"So it's my duty!" argued Naurglahad. She had almost gotten out of their grasp, until she found a pair of dirty little hobbit feet right in front of her face. She looked up. Pippin was standing above her, a curious, yet assertive look on his face. Out of his pocket came... a small piece of toast. He shoved it in Naurglahad's mouth, gave her a cute pat on the head, and walked away. Naurglahad stopped struggling. Her eyes crossed as she looked down at her mouth to see what Pippin had given her.
"Oh my Sirwa!" she exclaimed suddenly, ultimately bucking off her friends, and grasping the insignificant piece of bread. She held it her right hand, her left hand acting as if afraid to touch it. "It's... it's..."
"It's toast," grumbled C-chan.
"Yes! Exactly! It's toast! Wonderful, glorious, perfect toast! My precious!" She turned on Pippin, and before he could escape, Naurglahad had jumped on him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, you wise, caring Halfling!" She dropped him in the lake. Legolas shook his head as he helped him to his feet. The poor hobbit looked overly disturbed.
"Toast!" She twirled on one foot and sat cross-legged on a rock, humming in jubilee as she clutched the toast and hugged it to her chest. "I wuv you!"
The Fellowship paled slightly, eyebrows raised, or left eye twitching in disruption. Jackie sighed as a look of embarrassment cross her face.
"Er... We didn't tell you, did we?" she said in a small voice. "Naruglahad Ryunarasu... loves toast. Everyone in her family loves toast. Especially buttered toast. It's really... the... only... thing ... that... really... uh... calms... her..." Jackie's voice completely drowned in the confused looks from the Fellowship.
"Well, it's true!" blurted C-chan.
Megan took her cloak from her shoulders and draped it over her face. Immediately, Jackie and C-chan did the same. Most of the Fellowship just stood there, forgetting that they were chilling slightly in the water. The three hobbits that remained dry were paralyzed. As for Naurglahad... well, she was praising her toast.
Sniff. Sniff. "Holy Zhulna! This thing used to be buttered!"
~*~
Naurglahad grumbled complaints and curses to herself as she threw her cloak on and rubbed her eyes. That Elvish lament for Gandalf was stuck in her head, and she simply could not get it out of her head. It haunted her so. Her eyes were baggy from tire, and her joints felt like they needed to be oiled up or something. Nothing a little water couldn't cure in the middle of the night, would it?
Following her sense of smell, she trudged through Lothlorién in search of some water. She couldn't really see where she was going. Although she was usually most alert at night, she was totally exhausted from the traveling that followed after the lake battle escapade. Her tired face turned to a grouchy frown as she recalled a bird flying out of nowhere and snatching the toast out of her hands. Oh how she hated that bird. She shot it down with Legolas' bow (which she had snagged from him without permission). But when she found its dead figure upon the earth's mantle, she discovered that the little sparrow had already devoured the whole thing.
Her fingers shivered slightly as she dipped her cupped hands into a fountain of water. She took no notice of the elegant silver pitcher that sat silently beside the fountain. Instead, she turned when she heard a chirp behind her. It was a nightingale. A bird... A bird! "I will avenge my toast."
The nightingale fluttered away up into the branches of the mallorn trees as she launched at the basin it was perched on. Naurglahad cursed under her breath as she glared into the trees after it, dodging just in time to avoid a little "present" that came plummeting to the earth very soon after. Cursing again, she turned her attention to the basin. Maybe she could set it up so that something heavy flung at it when it returned. Like a rock. A sharp rock. A sharp rock flung at a nightingale. Absolutely lovely.
She brushed the rim of the basin with her fingers, trying to sense something that would strike an idea of how to get that rock in the air. But her eyes caught her reflection displayed in a calm, serene pool of water sitting in the basin. She snorted as she noted that she looked like she had a hangover. Oh well.
Suddenly, the water rippled. Her reflection changed. It showed... the Irakhi Desert. The simple adobe village she lived in, small children running back and forth throughout the buildings. Her view scanned over the village and looked out into the mountains north of the desert. In the distance, a particularly tall mountain was sitting, surrounded by clouds and smoke. Then, a rolling wave of fire came, completely covering the image of her home. When it had cleared, she saw a dead, rotting landscape. Everything was singed black and burned. Fumes of smoke were furling through the skies like flags waving in the wind. The village was nowhere to be seen. Only death. Then, the flames came back. But this time, she saw a Wraith in it... burning... dying.... It was Joe.
Naurglahad backed up from the basin, shaking her head in denial. This was impossible! Did this basin show the future? The present? It couldn't be the past.
But whatever it was, it got her running away from the basin, up a flight of earthy stairs, and through the trees. She had to tell someone. Anyone. Tears began to fall down her cheeks as she bumped into someone standing motionlessly beside a random mallorn tree. Of all people that she could run into, it had to be---
"Oh, it is you," muttered Legolas, putting an arm up to block her just in case she decided to kick him in the face. "What do you want, child?"
Naurglahad couldn't get her words out properly. "Thhe-the basin!" she stuttered, shivering in fear. "Thhere was fire! and smoke! and-nd my home! My village got burned down nd--and J---"
"Your village burned down?" inquired Legolas urgently. "Your home got wrecked?"
"Yes!" she cried, sobbing hysterically. "It's gone! It's all gone!"
"Then that means you won't have a place to return to!"
"Yes!"
"And you'll never get out of my life! You'll be an eternal curse to me!"
"Exactly already!"
"Where have you seen this?"
Without a word, Naurglahad turned back toward the path which she came from. She followed the scent of water again, and found the secluded area with the basin and fountain. Forgetting to use the stairs, she leapt over a few terraces and came with a stumbling land a few feet away from the basin. In seconds, Legolas had met her. Her eyes darted at the basin, indicating to Legolas that that was where she had seen the horrible vision.
The elf examined his surroundings carefully before peering cautiously into the basin.
"There is only water," he said. Naurglahad shook her head and looked into the basin parallel to him.
The image in the water changed. Naurglahad paled. She was prepared to back up to avoid seeing it again, but instead, she saw another vision. Now, it was a dark forest. But two people, back turned towards her, dressed in flowing garments of white, shone out of the shadow. One of them had dark hair, and the other with golden hair. As they turned, Naurglahad snorted to see that the one with blonde hair was Legolas. She looked up at him from across the basin, but the elf did not budge. The second figure that stood beside him was a woman, a mortal woman. For some reason, she looked awfully familiar.
Her bright green eyes met with Legolas' sapphire as she smiled sweetly, brushing his cheek with a curled finger. Then, they kissed passionately. As the image faded from the basin and turned back into water, Legolas and Naurglahad exchanged looks of confusion for a few moments.
It took both of them quite some time for them to realize what they had both just seen.
~*~
Their bloody-murder screams rang out simutaneously through Lothlorien and woke everyone up.
~*~
"Wow!" exclaimed C-chan, waving a hand in front of Naurglahad's paling face. It had been in the same bitter, hating, brooding, plotting contortion for the last hour or so. "I can't believe it!" She did the same to Legolas, who had a very similar glare on his face. "Over one night, they hate each other even more!" She turned to Megan and Jackie with a very hyper and joyful look in her eyes. "It's terribly fascinating! Don't you think so?"
"If you ask me," commented Jackie, taking a casual seat on the shores that led into River Anduín. "I don't think it's hate." She whispered in Naurglahad's ear. "Tell me it's true; I think it's love!"
Bam! Splash!
"Augh! My spine! Argh!"
And to Megan and C-chan's surprise, Naurglahad wasn't even grinning when it seemed that Jackie was drowning in two feet deep water.
I feel like my writing style is off today... ergh. Tired.
Happy "the day after Turkey Day" Day!
-Naheka