Chapter 3: Introductions
Thank you's: This is the first time I've done thank-you's so bear with me! It's for everyone who ever reviewed this story. :D
Rain-Mikamura - Well it would be nice if you read it! Hahahaha, just kidding. Vana Burke - Thanks!!! Hehehe. I don't think it will be a Mary Sue, considering what I have planned for her. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Yeah the author's note is sort of interesting. Lady Arabella Seder - I think I sent you all my elvish sites. if I didn't, tell me! And what did you mean by Oh well??? Oooooookay. AND LEGOLAS IS HOT!!!!! Hehehehe Lady of the Stars - AAAAAAAAAUGHHH Noooo French!!! And don't send anything like that to my sis okay? Lilyflower8602 - Yes I know I am completely crazy!!! MWAHAHAHAHA.. And you don't know EVERYTHING that's happening next. *glances around evilly and runs away laughing madly* hehehe j/k MoroTheWolfGod - Thank you!
Blackfire Dragon - *Gasp* here is more!
Vixen - Eheheh, sorry. she's already fixed to being a girl in my mind and plot :( sry! And don't think I can make an 18 year old (you, right?) fall out of the sky and right into my story! Krisendotcom - here is a very belated chapter! Hehehe FreakyFriesII - *giggles nervously* yeah this is a Legolas fic hehehehehe Rouge - yes she is a girl! Can't change it sorry. normal human being - I believe everyone hates the orcs because they eat raw meat and people and like to kill and are COMPLETELY ugly. other than that they are just like you and me!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Lord of the Rings. Amarie is my invention!
Some source of light flicked beyond her eyelids, and Amarie Miriel began to wake up. She seemed to be heavily drugged, but as she searched her body for any unfamiliar substances, she found none. More importantly, she was ravenously hungry, and on a rather uncomfortable cot.
She started to move, but at the first rustle, dead silence ensued. The eyes of all the men playing cards and poker roved around to her corner, and every hand reached for their sword or dagger.
Hmmm, she mused. It seems that my presence seems to have been forced upon these men. She acted as if she was just moving in her sleep, and settled down to a long wait. Her drowsiness overtook once more, and as much as she tried to fight it, fatigue enveloped her.
* * *
At the same moment Theoden, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli are discussing the new arrival in a small chamber of the main room. Aragorn was pacing again around the room, constantly circling the table that the rest were sitting at (A/N SEEEEEEE Legolas SAT DOWN!!!!! So ha!).
"We do not know who she is, where she came from or what her intentions are!" Theoden hammered his fist on the table. "I say we keep her isolated, away from those who she could do harm! And we must never tell her of our women and children in the caves. Never!!"
"I, for once, agree with Theoden," Haldir said in his always aloof voice. "She will be kept isolated, apart from the rest, so any of the usquenerea (A/N: E- smelly ones)," he spat the word maliciously, "out there don't divulge anything to her."
Gimli turned to Haldir. "Well I suppose you think you are the cleanest person here, don't you Haldir? Calling those men smelly ones, bah!" He folded his arms in defiance and waited for Haldir's inevitable scathing retort.
None were able to come, fore Aragorn said firmly, "Why must we lock her up? She has done nothing. What more, she saved our lives." Suddenly he gasped in realization. "If she had the power to kill around two thousand orcs, she could easily kill us with a flick of her wrist. That poses more danger than any information she could receive!"
All of them started arguing amongst themselves, Haldir with Gimli (about the levels and ratings of cleanliness), and Aragorn with Theoden. But Legolas was still sitting of to the side, his eyes lost in remembering. Suddenly his voice rose above all the yells. "I trust her."
They looked at him, and raised their eyebrows. "Surely you cannot be serious, Legolas son of Thranduil?" Gimli chuckled. "Why, you must have had too much lembas!"
"When I caught her as she fell, I heard her whispering the end of a prayer," Legolas let those words sink in. "A prayer, Theoden! She didn't like killing those orcs, and was praying for their safe journey into whatever realm they are destined for, which is without doubt Hell."
Silence enveloped the room. Then Theoden spoke, hesitating at every syllable. "We will talk to her. but," Theoden's voice broke and then rose, "she must not be let out of anyone's sight! I will not have it."
* * *
Still pretending to be asleep, Amarie listened intensely for any information the men let slip out from their greasy lips, which were heavily loosened by beer. Nothing! She thought furiously. They must be very careful with what they say, or they are told nothing. She sighed inwardly, but then her ears perked up to hear one particularly rowdy man roar in laughter, and then suggest: "I wonder what that redhead is dreaming of - maybe she's frolicking her orcs!" All of the men pounded on the table in a melee of hilarity.
Amarie gritted her teeth, and was about to show those men what she was really dreaming of - wringing their necks - but she checked herself. Think of the Affinity, think of the Affinity. Besides, she assured herself, these men know nothing of my history.
Then something occurred that shocked her beyond comprehension. A smaller man, who Amarie had quickly learned was the runt and reject of the group, leaned forward. "I have heard from my grandfather - Galieno, you remember him, don't you? - that a couple of elves came over from the Sea when he was a young boy. But they were unlike any elves here." Now he had all of the men's' attention. "They were bloodthirsty, and even their elven relatives here hated them. They needed raw meat to survive, and they kept whispering in their sleep strange words of an Elvish dialect, and not even the Elves of Rivendell could decipher it! Their hands moved all over in curses and symbols, mean to raise the dead!"
At this, they all sucked in their breath, and glanced subconsciously over to Amarie. "And. to kill the living." The man added, and smiled grimly. "We must be careful, my friends. She might be their leader - for god's sake, she killed a fourth of the 10,000 that first came."
"Yeah!" The man who started the conversation about her leaned into the tight circle that was formed by their backs. "I bet she fooled the fainting spell too!"
"I don't believe you Larin," one man piped up. "Your grandfather was hit on his head by his wife too many times, as I recall!" Everyone chuckled at this.
"Believe what you want Frór," Larin snapped. "But her sword was covered in fresh blood, I noticed. It was still dripping." Uneasy silence followed his words. "I say we tie her up, do something before the blood on her sword will be ours."
A surge of anger filled Amarie. "I had just killed an attacking snake, you utinu en lokirim!!!!" (A/N: Son of snakes or dishonest person) Before she could stop herself, she had swept across the room and had her nose up to his. "There was no such elves like that. As regarding me being one of those animals, I am not. It was a struggle to send those Orcs into Death, and I have never wanted to. eat raw. meat." Amarie hesitated, and raked her hand through her hair. I can't -
At that moment, the counseling men in the small chamber rushed out, alerted by the sudden and prolonged silence.
"What is -" Theoden stopped, and saw they terrified men, recoiling from Amarie's uplifted hand. "Lady, you have by far breached your welcome here. You will stay in this chamber until we visit you."
Amarie stared open mouthed, astonished at this complete lack of respect and attentiveness. Didn't he hear what they were saying I was??? He was obviously angry about her supposed assault on his men, but Amarie also observed that he was afraid of her, of what she might do.
That, she sighed, could hinder everything. Amarie sulked into her new quarters.
* * *
Legolas was mentally cursing Theoden's 'observances' of the woman's supposed past and habits. "Ed' i'ear ar' elenea! (A/N: E - By the sea and stars!) How could - " but then Legolas's ears pricked up and he heard furious words being given out in the main room. They were a woman's pitch of voice, and that could mean only one thing.
Legolas pushed back his chair and cursed in elvish. His friends - and acquaintances, when referring to Haldir - had quickly realized what he was cursing about. They all rushed outside, Legolas last.
What they saw drew gasps from all, especially Legolas. I was sure that she was not murderous or unsafe. Legolas searched his mind for anything he had penetrated in the few hours he had seen her that had indicated that she was quick to anger or perilous. He found nothing.
She was standing over the obviously drunk men with her hand upraised, fury - Was it fear? Legolas mused - beyond comprehension was in her eyes and her stance. The drunken men; the cards that were neatly laid down upon the table, not scattered - everything indicated that she was angered by something. But what could that be? Legolas wondered as he watched her go into the room.
"Why is she going in there?" Legolas came out of his trance, and looked inquisitively at everyone.
"You must have been very involved in your thoughts, Legolas. Since she was endangering - "
"She was put in solitude until Theoden thinks she should be talked to! Elf, you are - " seeing Theoden's annoyed expression, Gimli stopped and stared at his boots.
"She is being kept in that room until she learns that she is guest here, and must follow our rules and customs." Theoden narrowed his eyes. "Any way I can, I will make her realize that if she respects us, we will respect her." With a kingly twist, Theoden walked out of the door to the courtyard.
Gimli patted Legolas on what part of him he could reach. "Calm down, Elf! There is no need to - " Then Legolas swept outside too, his face unreadable.
Gimli, still standing alone in the room with is arm upraised, let it down and sighed. "Oh this is just great." he whispered sarcastically so no one would hear.
Thank you's: This is the first time I've done thank-you's so bear with me! It's for everyone who ever reviewed this story. :D
Rain-Mikamura - Well it would be nice if you read it! Hahahaha, just kidding. Vana Burke - Thanks!!! Hehehe. I don't think it will be a Mary Sue, considering what I have planned for her. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Yeah the author's note is sort of interesting. Lady Arabella Seder - I think I sent you all my elvish sites. if I didn't, tell me! And what did you mean by Oh well??? Oooooookay. AND LEGOLAS IS HOT!!!!! Hehehehe Lady of the Stars - AAAAAAAAAUGHHH Noooo French!!! And don't send anything like that to my sis okay? Lilyflower8602 - Yes I know I am completely crazy!!! MWAHAHAHAHA.. And you don't know EVERYTHING that's happening next. *glances around evilly and runs away laughing madly* hehehe j/k MoroTheWolfGod - Thank you!
Blackfire Dragon - *Gasp* here is more!
Vixen - Eheheh, sorry. she's already fixed to being a girl in my mind and plot :( sry! And don't think I can make an 18 year old (you, right?) fall out of the sky and right into my story! Krisendotcom - here is a very belated chapter! Hehehe FreakyFriesII - *giggles nervously* yeah this is a Legolas fic hehehehehe Rouge - yes she is a girl! Can't change it sorry. normal human being - I believe everyone hates the orcs because they eat raw meat and people and like to kill and are COMPLETELY ugly. other than that they are just like you and me!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Lord of the Rings. Amarie is my invention!
Some source of light flicked beyond her eyelids, and Amarie Miriel began to wake up. She seemed to be heavily drugged, but as she searched her body for any unfamiliar substances, she found none. More importantly, she was ravenously hungry, and on a rather uncomfortable cot.
She started to move, but at the first rustle, dead silence ensued. The eyes of all the men playing cards and poker roved around to her corner, and every hand reached for their sword or dagger.
Hmmm, she mused. It seems that my presence seems to have been forced upon these men. She acted as if she was just moving in her sleep, and settled down to a long wait. Her drowsiness overtook once more, and as much as she tried to fight it, fatigue enveloped her.
* * *
At the same moment Theoden, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli are discussing the new arrival in a small chamber of the main room. Aragorn was pacing again around the room, constantly circling the table that the rest were sitting at (A/N SEEEEEEE Legolas SAT DOWN!!!!! So ha!).
"We do not know who she is, where she came from or what her intentions are!" Theoden hammered his fist on the table. "I say we keep her isolated, away from those who she could do harm! And we must never tell her of our women and children in the caves. Never!!"
"I, for once, agree with Theoden," Haldir said in his always aloof voice. "She will be kept isolated, apart from the rest, so any of the usquenerea (A/N: E- smelly ones)," he spat the word maliciously, "out there don't divulge anything to her."
Gimli turned to Haldir. "Well I suppose you think you are the cleanest person here, don't you Haldir? Calling those men smelly ones, bah!" He folded his arms in defiance and waited for Haldir's inevitable scathing retort.
None were able to come, fore Aragorn said firmly, "Why must we lock her up? She has done nothing. What more, she saved our lives." Suddenly he gasped in realization. "If she had the power to kill around two thousand orcs, she could easily kill us with a flick of her wrist. That poses more danger than any information she could receive!"
All of them started arguing amongst themselves, Haldir with Gimli (about the levels and ratings of cleanliness), and Aragorn with Theoden. But Legolas was still sitting of to the side, his eyes lost in remembering. Suddenly his voice rose above all the yells. "I trust her."
They looked at him, and raised their eyebrows. "Surely you cannot be serious, Legolas son of Thranduil?" Gimli chuckled. "Why, you must have had too much lembas!"
"When I caught her as she fell, I heard her whispering the end of a prayer," Legolas let those words sink in. "A prayer, Theoden! She didn't like killing those orcs, and was praying for their safe journey into whatever realm they are destined for, which is without doubt Hell."
Silence enveloped the room. Then Theoden spoke, hesitating at every syllable. "We will talk to her. but," Theoden's voice broke and then rose, "she must not be let out of anyone's sight! I will not have it."
* * *
Still pretending to be asleep, Amarie listened intensely for any information the men let slip out from their greasy lips, which were heavily loosened by beer. Nothing! She thought furiously. They must be very careful with what they say, or they are told nothing. She sighed inwardly, but then her ears perked up to hear one particularly rowdy man roar in laughter, and then suggest: "I wonder what that redhead is dreaming of - maybe she's frolicking her orcs!" All of the men pounded on the table in a melee of hilarity.
Amarie gritted her teeth, and was about to show those men what she was really dreaming of - wringing their necks - but she checked herself. Think of the Affinity, think of the Affinity. Besides, she assured herself, these men know nothing of my history.
Then something occurred that shocked her beyond comprehension. A smaller man, who Amarie had quickly learned was the runt and reject of the group, leaned forward. "I have heard from my grandfather - Galieno, you remember him, don't you? - that a couple of elves came over from the Sea when he was a young boy. But they were unlike any elves here." Now he had all of the men's' attention. "They were bloodthirsty, and even their elven relatives here hated them. They needed raw meat to survive, and they kept whispering in their sleep strange words of an Elvish dialect, and not even the Elves of Rivendell could decipher it! Their hands moved all over in curses and symbols, mean to raise the dead!"
At this, they all sucked in their breath, and glanced subconsciously over to Amarie. "And. to kill the living." The man added, and smiled grimly. "We must be careful, my friends. She might be their leader - for god's sake, she killed a fourth of the 10,000 that first came."
"Yeah!" The man who started the conversation about her leaned into the tight circle that was formed by their backs. "I bet she fooled the fainting spell too!"
"I don't believe you Larin," one man piped up. "Your grandfather was hit on his head by his wife too many times, as I recall!" Everyone chuckled at this.
"Believe what you want Frór," Larin snapped. "But her sword was covered in fresh blood, I noticed. It was still dripping." Uneasy silence followed his words. "I say we tie her up, do something before the blood on her sword will be ours."
A surge of anger filled Amarie. "I had just killed an attacking snake, you utinu en lokirim!!!!" (A/N: Son of snakes or dishonest person) Before she could stop herself, she had swept across the room and had her nose up to his. "There was no such elves like that. As regarding me being one of those animals, I am not. It was a struggle to send those Orcs into Death, and I have never wanted to. eat raw. meat." Amarie hesitated, and raked her hand through her hair. I can't -
At that moment, the counseling men in the small chamber rushed out, alerted by the sudden and prolonged silence.
"What is -" Theoden stopped, and saw they terrified men, recoiling from Amarie's uplifted hand. "Lady, you have by far breached your welcome here. You will stay in this chamber until we visit you."
Amarie stared open mouthed, astonished at this complete lack of respect and attentiveness. Didn't he hear what they were saying I was??? He was obviously angry about her supposed assault on his men, but Amarie also observed that he was afraid of her, of what she might do.
That, she sighed, could hinder everything. Amarie sulked into her new quarters.
* * *
Legolas was mentally cursing Theoden's 'observances' of the woman's supposed past and habits. "Ed' i'ear ar' elenea! (A/N: E - By the sea and stars!) How could - " but then Legolas's ears pricked up and he heard furious words being given out in the main room. They were a woman's pitch of voice, and that could mean only one thing.
Legolas pushed back his chair and cursed in elvish. His friends - and acquaintances, when referring to Haldir - had quickly realized what he was cursing about. They all rushed outside, Legolas last.
What they saw drew gasps from all, especially Legolas. I was sure that she was not murderous or unsafe. Legolas searched his mind for anything he had penetrated in the few hours he had seen her that had indicated that she was quick to anger or perilous. He found nothing.
She was standing over the obviously drunk men with her hand upraised, fury - Was it fear? Legolas mused - beyond comprehension was in her eyes and her stance. The drunken men; the cards that were neatly laid down upon the table, not scattered - everything indicated that she was angered by something. But what could that be? Legolas wondered as he watched her go into the room.
"Why is she going in there?" Legolas came out of his trance, and looked inquisitively at everyone.
"You must have been very involved in your thoughts, Legolas. Since she was endangering - "
"She was put in solitude until Theoden thinks she should be talked to! Elf, you are - " seeing Theoden's annoyed expression, Gimli stopped and stared at his boots.
"She is being kept in that room until she learns that she is guest here, and must follow our rules and customs." Theoden narrowed his eyes. "Any way I can, I will make her realize that if she respects us, we will respect her." With a kingly twist, Theoden walked out of the door to the courtyard.
Gimli patted Legolas on what part of him he could reach. "Calm down, Elf! There is no need to - " Then Legolas swept outside too, his face unreadable.
Gimli, still standing alone in the room with is arm upraised, let it down and sighed. "Oh this is just great." he whispered sarcastically so no one would hear.
