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A/N: Hey this is something that I have been wondering for a long time, are there any Orc females? Are they like Trolls, who's men are hideous to look upon but their woman are said to be the most beautiful (second only to elves of course ^_^; go Legolas!) So this is a story about one, raised with the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain, she is to join the fellow ship. And (my friend told me to put this part in to ward off pervs.) this is NOT, I repeat NOT a romance for Gimli, you got it! EW! EW! EW! I need to figure out who she should go for Legolas or Boromir, I need opinions!
Chapter one, The beginning (a precise if not too imaginative name)
**A long time ago in the tunnels of the Lonely Mountain, after the Hobbit, but before LOTR.**
"Father, what was that noise?" A young Gimli asked as his father and him walked through the tunnels to begin his teachings in stone carving.
"I don't know, it sounded like a wail." Gloin said looking curiously at the tunnel bend they where coming up on.
"Maybe someones' caught in the tunnels!" Gimli was full of the childhood lust for adventure.
Gloin chuckled at his son's overactive imagination, it was probably just the wind, if it continued, he'd investigate to humor his son. Unfortunately as they walked further into the tunnels the louder the wail became, and it sounded as though someone indeed was caught in the tunnels. He began to quicken his pace to a light trot; Gimli followed in suit with his father, taking two steppes for each of his fathers. Then they reached the bend in the tunnel and as soon as they came around they saw what was the source of the wailing, a bundle of rags sat in the middle of the path, squirming a little in its tight cocoon, what ever it was tried to free itself.
"What the blazes, it's a child!" Gloin ran forward and scooped the bundle of rags. Gimli ran forward and looked up eagerly at the bundle his father now held.
"What is it?" Gimli asked trying his best to see.
"It's a child, a baby girl, but I don't know what she is. Her skin has a slight grey tint to it, like stone. Her ears are pointed but not so much as the elves. Her eyes are almond shaped like elves but they are violet, and her hair is black, and no elf alive has ever has ever had violet eyes." He looked down at the child he now held; she had stopped crying and was looking up at him with a yawn she promptly fell asleep.
"Where did she come from?" Gimli was full of questions just like his father.
"I don't know." He took a deep breath and began shouting. "Hello, is anyone out there? Hello! Anyone?" The only answer he got was his voice reverberating off of the walls. "We will wait here for awhile and see if anyone comes back to claim her."
And so they waited for hours, then they ate lunch and waited some more, until Gimli finally lost his patience and said exasperatedly, "I don't think any ones coming."
"Aye, you maybe right, well take her back to our home."
**A few hours later.**
Gloin and Gimli neared their home, it was built into the face of the huge cavern and was a stone version of a three story house, they saw Gimli's mother and Gloin's wife, Bomba, stick her head out of the window.
"I say, what are you two doing home so earlier?" She hustled out of the door she was clutching her wooden spoon like a dagger, "If it is because you two ate your lunches too early again and are still hungry, well then your going to get a piece of my mind to chew on!" She put her hands on her hips and stared in a no-nonsense fashion at her approaching husband, and son.
"Yes dear we have eaten our lunches a bit too soon," He paused hefting the baby a bit, then he quickly finished as he saw Bomba raise the spoon as if to throw it, "but we found a chi.....a something and decided to come home early."
Bomba walked forward to meet them, "And what did you find? If it is another bat I'll have your head, you can't keep them as pets, they are wild animals." She looked meaningfully at Gimli.
"No mother its' not a bat." Gimli whined it had only happened twice couldn't she let it be.
"Well then what is it?"
"This." Gloin said and uncovered the bundle, to revile the girl, still sleeping.
"Oh my word! Where did you find her!" Bomba looked down at the child, with amazement.
"We found her lying in the middle of one of the tunnels. We waited for five hours and called ourselves hoarse, but no one came, so we decided it would be best to bring her back here." Gloin said.
"Well lets have a look." She held out her arms and Gloin handed her the child. Bomba rocked her gently back and forth, and looked down at her, the child woke up and yawned. "Well theres a sweet one for you. What should we do with her?"
Gloin fingered his beard and wondered. "We should keep her for a few days, and send a search party through the tunnels."
"But the tunnels are huge theres no way a search party could hope to find anything!" She said matter-of-factly.
"We've got to try, I'll go and consult the Dain (He's the King under the Mountain don't you know.) about this, he owes me a favor." And with that he turned on his heel and walked toward the King's chamber.
**A few days later.**
"Still nothing!" Gloin said angrily as he paced back and forth in front of the fireplace, "This girl could not have come from nowhere." He sat down exasperatedly.
Gimli was sitting on the floor rolling a small ball back and forth with the girl. "Maybe she came out of the stone." He said, trying to give some explanation to the situation.
"I'm beginning to think that." He muttered back.
Suddenly the girl crawled froward and said very clearly, "No."
"Huh? What did you say girl?"
"No."
"So she can talk." Gloin looked down at the girl and picked her up onto his knee.
"I've been meaning to ask you a question. What should we name her? We can't go around calling her girl and her forever." Bomba said coming through the kitchen archway.
"I haven't really given it much thought." Gloin said surprised at himself. "Dain said when I told him about this that if we should find no one to claim the child, that we should raise her. Have you thought of a name?"
"Yes I have, I think Melyanna would be a good name." (A/N: Melyanna means dear gift, in one of Tolkien's elven languages I can't remember which though.)
"An elven name? Why can't it be a dwarven name?"
"Because she's not dwarven."
"Well she's not elven either." Gloin was fighting a losing battle.
"She looks enough to be elven, and that what we are going to call her!" Bomba said and that was that.
"All right, all right." Gloin said sighing, "Melyanna it is then. Gimli come here son."
Gimli got up and walked over to his father, "Yes sir?"
"We cannot find this child's parents. So we are going to raise her."
"All right?"
"That means you have a younger sister to look out for now. And that's exactly what you are going to do."
"Yes sir." Gimli said proud that he was given this responsibility. "Little sister Melyanna."
**A many years later, when the dwarves received word that they where to attend Elrod's council for the Ring.**
"I'll go and load the my horse and your ponies." Melyanna said coming out through the doorway.
"You do that lass." One of the dwarves called out to her.
Melyanna had been raised by Bomba and Gloin and protected by her older brother Gimli, when she had been old enough to understand she was told about how she was found, and how none of the dwarves could quite figure out what she was. This was understandable because she had jet-black hair it was dull and unoiled. It gave off no sheen in the light, no gleam to the eye. It drank up the light and diminished it: it was pure shadow. Her eyes where almond shaped and violet, with more color to them then the flower. Her ears where pointed slightly at the tips, not nearly as much as the elves. In all truth she could have been an elf at first glance she was just as beautiful, but on a second glance you could tell she wasn't because of her skin, it was not tan or pail but tinged with grey, just like stone. And she was known around the Lonely Mountain for her crooked pointed smile, because her canine teeth were slightly longer than a normal person's was and pointed. Her fingernails were like claws. She seemed to be the perfect lady, but she wasn't she refused point blank to where a dress. And she'd blacken anyones eye how said it was strange. She could out fight and out run almost anyone. She was well muscled from years of working in the mines and training with her daggers, of which she had two that she kept strapped at all times to her waist. She could use a sword nearly as well but found it too slow to bother with, so she kept a short sword instead but she could always make up for its size with her speed. She was going with them to this council in the hopes that she could discover something of what she was, and maybe for a little adventure.
She began to groom her horse, the only horse in all of the Lonely Mountain, she had bought him from Lake Town a few years earlier. His name was Dagor, which means battle. She went from her horse to the ponies that belonged to the dwarves she was traveling with Gimli and Gloin were among them.
"There are going to be men there and elves! Can you believe it Dagor? I mean the men of Lake Town are nice enough but I've only been down there a few times. This is going from two to twenty. I can't wait!" Melyanna was excited, she couldn't wait to leave.
Her horse nickered and nipped at her elbow as she was grooming one of the ponies as if in reminder of Gimli's stern waring after he had told her the news.
"Yes, yes boy, I remember exactly what he said, 'Now you listen to me girl, there are going to be men there and they are not to be trusted.' Then I said 'what about the elves?' 'Them too!' and then he got all worked up and started to sharpen his axe. I'm a little afraid for the first guy who says hi to me."
After she was finished grooming them she strapped on their saddles and began to load the bags, then she heard a rustle of small stones falling and turned to look at the small ledge from where they came. An Orc sat at the top of the small ledge not five feet above her. She pulled out her daggers, and crouched into a defensive stance. The Orc though did not look at all as though he was going to attack her; he jumped from the ledge and looked at her in wonder.
"What are you doing here?" He asked glancing about, "Have they got you prisoner of something? Made you a slave have they?"
"I don't know what you mean Orc." She said gripping her dagger a bit more and wishing with all her might that she had learned to throw them better.
The Orc looked puzzled, "Why do you say the name Orc with such disgust you sound almost like one of them." He said 'them' in general regard to all man, elf, and dwarf kind.
She just looked at him as if he had just babbled on like a drunk.
"Don't you know what you are?"
"No."
The Orc began to cackle "Your, an Orcess my dear, there are only one of you for every thousand Orc. What are you doing here, we have to get you back to the others." He began to reach for her arm, to pull her forward.
"I'm no Orcess!" Her grip loosened a little and she backed up.
"Oh yes you are my dear, why do think you hair and skin are that color."
She couldn't think of anything, Gloin had joked many times that she had just popped out of the stone. "Skin condition?" She said sheepishly.
"Skin condition she says! That is funny an Orcess without her heritage! Won't the boys laugh when they see you, think you're an elf do ya', well what about them pointed teeth?" He was almost doubled over with laughter.
"You've gone mad if you think you'll get two feet with me, I'll slit your throat from ear to ear, before you can continue that laughing." She brought up her dagger slowly, still shocked at the new information she had been force fed, what had brought this Orc here? They where never this close to the Lonely Mountain, did it have something to do with the Ring? She couldn't be an....Orcess, she couldn't be. It didn't make sense, or did it, her skin did resemble the Orcs and so did her hair. It made sense, and that
scared her. She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of the front gate opening, she looked up and the Orc was gone.
"Ho! Lass you finished with them horses?" Gloin called as he rounded the corner. (A/N: I have no idea if Gloin was with the dwarves that attended the council, so I'm just making them up as I go.)
She turned around to face them and moved some of the stray strands of hair out of her face. She couldn't tell them, not yet."Of course, what do you think I've been doing out here?"
"All right, all right, no need to get angry, you know you always were one to daydream."
"I know." She said exasperatedly.
Gimli walked over to his pony and strapped one of his axes to its side. "What is the matter with you Mel? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Melyanna shrugged, "I saw you coming out, and realized that you won't be drinking any dwarf spirits for awhile, you always get angry when you haven't had at lest two of them a day. And you know how weak that elvish stuff is, you'll have cleaned out their hole wine cellar before you've quenched a nickel of that famous thirst of yours."
Gimli looked up as if he had been struck by lightning, "Great hammer and nails your right! I'll bring a flask." He started to walk up the steps. "Do you want one to, you know as well as I do that you can out drink any normal person."
Melyanna put her hands on her hips and imitated Bomba, "What kind of girl would I be if I turned down some good ol' Lonely Mountain dwarf spirits?"
Gloin raised his fist in admiration, "Puts hair on your chin."
"I think I pass on that effect." Mel said fingering her smooth chin.
Gimli laughed and began to count on his figures he ticked off three and stopped, "All right that'll be three then?"
"Here here!" Gloin and Melyanna yelled.
A/N: Well what do you think? I think I'm doing well. Bye the bye, dwarf spirits is an extremely strong alcohol. Next up traveling and the council, stay tuned. REVIEW, please.
Disclaimer: Nope.
A/N: Hey this is something that I have been wondering for a long time, are there any Orc females? Are they like Trolls, who's men are hideous to look upon but their woman are said to be the most beautiful (second only to elves of course ^_^; go Legolas!) So this is a story about one, raised with the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain, she is to join the fellow ship. And (my friend told me to put this part in to ward off pervs.) this is NOT, I repeat NOT a romance for Gimli, you got it! EW! EW! EW! I need to figure out who she should go for Legolas or Boromir, I need opinions!
Chapter one, The beginning (a precise if not too imaginative name)
**A long time ago in the tunnels of the Lonely Mountain, after the Hobbit, but before LOTR.**
"Father, what was that noise?" A young Gimli asked as his father and him walked through the tunnels to begin his teachings in stone carving.
"I don't know, it sounded like a wail." Gloin said looking curiously at the tunnel bend they where coming up on.
"Maybe someones' caught in the tunnels!" Gimli was full of the childhood lust for adventure.
Gloin chuckled at his son's overactive imagination, it was probably just the wind, if it continued, he'd investigate to humor his son. Unfortunately as they walked further into the tunnels the louder the wail became, and it sounded as though someone indeed was caught in the tunnels. He began to quicken his pace to a light trot; Gimli followed in suit with his father, taking two steppes for each of his fathers. Then they reached the bend in the tunnel and as soon as they came around they saw what was the source of the wailing, a bundle of rags sat in the middle of the path, squirming a little in its tight cocoon, what ever it was tried to free itself.
"What the blazes, it's a child!" Gloin ran forward and scooped the bundle of rags. Gimli ran forward and looked up eagerly at the bundle his father now held.
"What is it?" Gimli asked trying his best to see.
"It's a child, a baby girl, but I don't know what she is. Her skin has a slight grey tint to it, like stone. Her ears are pointed but not so much as the elves. Her eyes are almond shaped like elves but they are violet, and her hair is black, and no elf alive has ever has ever had violet eyes." He looked down at the child he now held; she had stopped crying and was looking up at him with a yawn she promptly fell asleep.
"Where did she come from?" Gimli was full of questions just like his father.
"I don't know." He took a deep breath and began shouting. "Hello, is anyone out there? Hello! Anyone?" The only answer he got was his voice reverberating off of the walls. "We will wait here for awhile and see if anyone comes back to claim her."
And so they waited for hours, then they ate lunch and waited some more, until Gimli finally lost his patience and said exasperatedly, "I don't think any ones coming."
"Aye, you maybe right, well take her back to our home."
**A few hours later.**
Gloin and Gimli neared their home, it was built into the face of the huge cavern and was a stone version of a three story house, they saw Gimli's mother and Gloin's wife, Bomba, stick her head out of the window.
"I say, what are you two doing home so earlier?" She hustled out of the door she was clutching her wooden spoon like a dagger, "If it is because you two ate your lunches too early again and are still hungry, well then your going to get a piece of my mind to chew on!" She put her hands on her hips and stared in a no-nonsense fashion at her approaching husband, and son.
"Yes dear we have eaten our lunches a bit too soon," He paused hefting the baby a bit, then he quickly finished as he saw Bomba raise the spoon as if to throw it, "but we found a chi.....a something and decided to come home early."
Bomba walked forward to meet them, "And what did you find? If it is another bat I'll have your head, you can't keep them as pets, they are wild animals." She looked meaningfully at Gimli.
"No mother its' not a bat." Gimli whined it had only happened twice couldn't she let it be.
"Well then what is it?"
"This." Gloin said and uncovered the bundle, to revile the girl, still sleeping.
"Oh my word! Where did you find her!" Bomba looked down at the child, with amazement.
"We found her lying in the middle of one of the tunnels. We waited for five hours and called ourselves hoarse, but no one came, so we decided it would be best to bring her back here." Gloin said.
"Well lets have a look." She held out her arms and Gloin handed her the child. Bomba rocked her gently back and forth, and looked down at her, the child woke up and yawned. "Well theres a sweet one for you. What should we do with her?"
Gloin fingered his beard and wondered. "We should keep her for a few days, and send a search party through the tunnels."
"But the tunnels are huge theres no way a search party could hope to find anything!" She said matter-of-factly.
"We've got to try, I'll go and consult the Dain (He's the King under the Mountain don't you know.) about this, he owes me a favor." And with that he turned on his heel and walked toward the King's chamber.
**A few days later.**
"Still nothing!" Gloin said angrily as he paced back and forth in front of the fireplace, "This girl could not have come from nowhere." He sat down exasperatedly.
Gimli was sitting on the floor rolling a small ball back and forth with the girl. "Maybe she came out of the stone." He said, trying to give some explanation to the situation.
"I'm beginning to think that." He muttered back.
Suddenly the girl crawled froward and said very clearly, "No."
"Huh? What did you say girl?"
"No."
"So she can talk." Gloin looked down at the girl and picked her up onto his knee.
"I've been meaning to ask you a question. What should we name her? We can't go around calling her girl and her forever." Bomba said coming through the kitchen archway.
"I haven't really given it much thought." Gloin said surprised at himself. "Dain said when I told him about this that if we should find no one to claim the child, that we should raise her. Have you thought of a name?"
"Yes I have, I think Melyanna would be a good name." (A/N: Melyanna means dear gift, in one of Tolkien's elven languages I can't remember which though.)
"An elven name? Why can't it be a dwarven name?"
"Because she's not dwarven."
"Well she's not elven either." Gloin was fighting a losing battle.
"She looks enough to be elven, and that what we are going to call her!" Bomba said and that was that.
"All right, all right." Gloin said sighing, "Melyanna it is then. Gimli come here son."
Gimli got up and walked over to his father, "Yes sir?"
"We cannot find this child's parents. So we are going to raise her."
"All right?"
"That means you have a younger sister to look out for now. And that's exactly what you are going to do."
"Yes sir." Gimli said proud that he was given this responsibility. "Little sister Melyanna."
**A many years later, when the dwarves received word that they where to attend Elrod's council for the Ring.**
"I'll go and load the my horse and your ponies." Melyanna said coming out through the doorway.
"You do that lass." One of the dwarves called out to her.
Melyanna had been raised by Bomba and Gloin and protected by her older brother Gimli, when she had been old enough to understand she was told about how she was found, and how none of the dwarves could quite figure out what she was. This was understandable because she had jet-black hair it was dull and unoiled. It gave off no sheen in the light, no gleam to the eye. It drank up the light and diminished it: it was pure shadow. Her eyes where almond shaped and violet, with more color to them then the flower. Her ears where pointed slightly at the tips, not nearly as much as the elves. In all truth she could have been an elf at first glance she was just as beautiful, but on a second glance you could tell she wasn't because of her skin, it was not tan or pail but tinged with grey, just like stone. And she was known around the Lonely Mountain for her crooked pointed smile, because her canine teeth were slightly longer than a normal person's was and pointed. Her fingernails were like claws. She seemed to be the perfect lady, but she wasn't she refused point blank to where a dress. And she'd blacken anyones eye how said it was strange. She could out fight and out run almost anyone. She was well muscled from years of working in the mines and training with her daggers, of which she had two that she kept strapped at all times to her waist. She could use a sword nearly as well but found it too slow to bother with, so she kept a short sword instead but she could always make up for its size with her speed. She was going with them to this council in the hopes that she could discover something of what she was, and maybe for a little adventure.
She began to groom her horse, the only horse in all of the Lonely Mountain, she had bought him from Lake Town a few years earlier. His name was Dagor, which means battle. She went from her horse to the ponies that belonged to the dwarves she was traveling with Gimli and Gloin were among them.
"There are going to be men there and elves! Can you believe it Dagor? I mean the men of Lake Town are nice enough but I've only been down there a few times. This is going from two to twenty. I can't wait!" Melyanna was excited, she couldn't wait to leave.
Her horse nickered and nipped at her elbow as she was grooming one of the ponies as if in reminder of Gimli's stern waring after he had told her the news.
"Yes, yes boy, I remember exactly what he said, 'Now you listen to me girl, there are going to be men there and they are not to be trusted.' Then I said 'what about the elves?' 'Them too!' and then he got all worked up and started to sharpen his axe. I'm a little afraid for the first guy who says hi to me."
After she was finished grooming them she strapped on their saddles and began to load the bags, then she heard a rustle of small stones falling and turned to look at the small ledge from where they came. An Orc sat at the top of the small ledge not five feet above her. She pulled out her daggers, and crouched into a defensive stance. The Orc though did not look at all as though he was going to attack her; he jumped from the ledge and looked at her in wonder.
"What are you doing here?" He asked glancing about, "Have they got you prisoner of something? Made you a slave have they?"
"I don't know what you mean Orc." She said gripping her dagger a bit more and wishing with all her might that she had learned to throw them better.
The Orc looked puzzled, "Why do you say the name Orc with such disgust you sound almost like one of them." He said 'them' in general regard to all man, elf, and dwarf kind.
She just looked at him as if he had just babbled on like a drunk.
"Don't you know what you are?"
"No."
The Orc began to cackle "Your, an Orcess my dear, there are only one of you for every thousand Orc. What are you doing here, we have to get you back to the others." He began to reach for her arm, to pull her forward.
"I'm no Orcess!" Her grip loosened a little and she backed up.
"Oh yes you are my dear, why do think you hair and skin are that color."
She couldn't think of anything, Gloin had joked many times that she had just popped out of the stone. "Skin condition?" She said sheepishly.
"Skin condition she says! That is funny an Orcess without her heritage! Won't the boys laugh when they see you, think you're an elf do ya', well what about them pointed teeth?" He was almost doubled over with laughter.
"You've gone mad if you think you'll get two feet with me, I'll slit your throat from ear to ear, before you can continue that laughing." She brought up her dagger slowly, still shocked at the new information she had been force fed, what had brought this Orc here? They where never this close to the Lonely Mountain, did it have something to do with the Ring? She couldn't be an....Orcess, she couldn't be. It didn't make sense, or did it, her skin did resemble the Orcs and so did her hair. It made sense, and that
scared her. She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of the front gate opening, she looked up and the Orc was gone.
"Ho! Lass you finished with them horses?" Gloin called as he rounded the corner. (A/N: I have no idea if Gloin was with the dwarves that attended the council, so I'm just making them up as I go.)
She turned around to face them and moved some of the stray strands of hair out of her face. She couldn't tell them, not yet."Of course, what do you think I've been doing out here?"
"All right, all right, no need to get angry, you know you always were one to daydream."
"I know." She said exasperatedly.
Gimli walked over to his pony and strapped one of his axes to its side. "What is the matter with you Mel? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Melyanna shrugged, "I saw you coming out, and realized that you won't be drinking any dwarf spirits for awhile, you always get angry when you haven't had at lest two of them a day. And you know how weak that elvish stuff is, you'll have cleaned out their hole wine cellar before you've quenched a nickel of that famous thirst of yours."
Gimli looked up as if he had been struck by lightning, "Great hammer and nails your right! I'll bring a flask." He started to walk up the steps. "Do you want one to, you know as well as I do that you can out drink any normal person."
Melyanna put her hands on her hips and imitated Bomba, "What kind of girl would I be if I turned down some good ol' Lonely Mountain dwarf spirits?"
Gloin raised his fist in admiration, "Puts hair on your chin."
"I think I pass on that effect." Mel said fingering her smooth chin.
Gimli laughed and began to count on his figures he ticked off three and stopped, "All right that'll be three then?"
"Here here!" Gloin and Melyanna yelled.
A/N: Well what do you think? I think I'm doing well. Bye the bye, dwarf spirits is an extremely strong alcohol. Next up traveling and the council, stay tuned. REVIEW, please.