Author's note: I am Tolkien, creator of Middle-Earth so no credit to the
author is necessary for me to do.Just forget that I am dead and that is
really Nicole Lauren being too lazy to write a disclaimer. But before I go,
I would like to say all you "fan-girls" have no idea how much you have
scared Legolas. He is now attending an elf-asylum and is being treated for
every known phobia. You did this to him; I hope you are happy. Now back to
the story.
The Garden of Gold
By Nicole Lauren
The elf girl somersaulted down the cliff-side entangled in her bow; all her arrows had been lost moments ago in her fall. She collided into a boulder, halting abruptly in a violent crash. Puffs of dirt rose in the air and clouded over her sight briefly. Coughing and hacking as she drew in the dust filled air for a breath, she stood very slowly and winced at the pain running throughout her body. A soft growl escaped her lips and she couldn't belief the irony in this event. She was an elf; graceful, wise and stealthy with the bow, and mystical creature whose beauty surpassed many mortal women. She laughed helplessly. The young elf knew these traits hardly described her in the slightest.
"I am nothing but an elf covered in dirt." She said aloud and tried to brush some of it off her vest. "Ren the great clumsy one!" The elf yelled out and set her voice echoing through the canyons. A few brief moments past as her voice faded before a soft chuckle caught her attention from behind.
A tall young elf sat perched on a rock. His voice was filled with amusement level with the grin dancing on his face, "My Lady Sorenth, if I could only take you from such an important council as you are in now, I might request that you join me on a walk back to the castle. We have guests tonight and there shall be a great feast. You're mother sent me to search for you and make sure you had not fallen in a hole. However, I presume she wasn't much farther from the truth!" His mirthful laughter was a pleasant sound, despite her humiliation.
Heat rose in her face but she managed a dignified reply, "Ay, quite true you are to presume Janvieryn, and I thank you much so for assisting me as I plummeted down the cliff." The light sarcasm only made him smile. "But alas, I would quite rather prefer to get clean and take care of these bruises over standing here in a trivial conversation."
Janvieryn hopped off the boulder in a swift flowing movement and landed before Sorenth. He asked, "If you are injured, my Sorenth, would you be more content to have me carry you back home?"
She raised a hand in a gesture of decline saying, "I will do just fine on my own two feet. However, I will ask that we walk slowly, for the sake of my rattled and thrashed bones."
Bathed and treated, her lengthy raven hair was woven with bands of silver and shimmering crystals. And as requested by her mother, she had her serving-woman adorn her in the festival gown made of a bright azure and violet silk. A last touch was added with the placing of her ruby encrusted band across her forehead. Sorenth stared into her looking-mirror and found herself dazzled by the colors she wore. For certain, it was not the outfit that made her sigh with dissatisfaction, but the lack of her elven beauty. It was true, there had been offers made by elven princes of lesser lands that had proposed offers of marriage to her, she knew as did her people, she did not have the same features of magnificence as other young elves her age. There was no captivating magic in her looks that others of her race seemed to have. However, it was only a small issue for her and she did not spend too much of her energy fretting over. She was who she was.
There was a light knock on her bedroom chamber door. Granting permission for the visitor to come in, the large oak door opened and her brother, Aeidean, appeared. "There you are Ren! Have you been out in the woods all this day? I assumed as much, but I did worry of my sister just the same. Next time you go out, please take a bodyguard or if perhaps it would be less uncomfortable, I would gladly join you." Sorenth stared into her twin's blue eyes and saw their concern. It was much like him to worry over her safety, he always feared that she would be attacked by one of the forest's dark creatures on her independent adventures.
"Brother please, I thank you for the offer but you must understand that I don't like having to always travel in a company each time I wish to go out on a walk." As she spoke to him her attention drifted else where as she began to search silently for an item.
Aeidean's eyes followed her with a mild curiosity, but still he continued his lecture, "I do understand though, my dear. However, I feel your welfare is more important to both I and the entire kingdom then your wish for freedom." He stopped as Sorenth gazed fiercely at him.
Suddenly her hand grabbed hold of the desired item and she pulled it out from under her bed. A silver dirk now shone in her hand. She taunted playfully, "What was that about my freedom not being truly important?"
He glanced at the dirk and then to her. "Do you plan on taking that to the feast?"
In answer to his question, she silently sheathed the dirk in its webbed chain cover that was strapped around her hips. It would do her little in a real fight, but it gave her security and added to her image.
Aeidean sighed, "Well come now sister, time for the feast to begin. I can only hope all goes well."
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Author's Note: Well there is the first chapter; I hoped you enjoyed it. Honestly, this is nothing more then idea I have had in the back of my mind since I first read the Fellowship of the Ring a year ago. And I would like to state now there will be no Legolas in this story, sorry if that took all the greatness out of reading a Lord of The Ring inspired writing. :P He just doesn't suit my fancy *gag gag* and thank goodness, Sorenth's. *shutters at the thought of Sorenth and Legolas as a couple* That is just..not possible. Ah yes, I should also add the whereabouts of the Wodwuoh Forest and its bordors. Ahem, well you see there is a vast area known as the brown lands between Mirkwood and Mordor. And the Wodwuoh Forest is probably above the north-east corner of Mordor and just below the Sea of Rhun and enough distance away from Mirkwood and all other places to not have connections with them. Wodwuoh Forest is a little realm all on its own and is protected by its own magic. There is more history to share on its comings but I wish not to share it with anyone as of now. Selfish? Of course. Now, to say Mordor's evils have not slowly crept around the land is . . . folly? Well thank you now, I bid you adue. R&R. ---Nikki
The Garden of Gold
By Nicole Lauren
The elf girl somersaulted down the cliff-side entangled in her bow; all her arrows had been lost moments ago in her fall. She collided into a boulder, halting abruptly in a violent crash. Puffs of dirt rose in the air and clouded over her sight briefly. Coughing and hacking as she drew in the dust filled air for a breath, she stood very slowly and winced at the pain running throughout her body. A soft growl escaped her lips and she couldn't belief the irony in this event. She was an elf; graceful, wise and stealthy with the bow, and mystical creature whose beauty surpassed many mortal women. She laughed helplessly. The young elf knew these traits hardly described her in the slightest.
"I am nothing but an elf covered in dirt." She said aloud and tried to brush some of it off her vest. "Ren the great clumsy one!" The elf yelled out and set her voice echoing through the canyons. A few brief moments past as her voice faded before a soft chuckle caught her attention from behind.
A tall young elf sat perched on a rock. His voice was filled with amusement level with the grin dancing on his face, "My Lady Sorenth, if I could only take you from such an important council as you are in now, I might request that you join me on a walk back to the castle. We have guests tonight and there shall be a great feast. You're mother sent me to search for you and make sure you had not fallen in a hole. However, I presume she wasn't much farther from the truth!" His mirthful laughter was a pleasant sound, despite her humiliation.
Heat rose in her face but she managed a dignified reply, "Ay, quite true you are to presume Janvieryn, and I thank you much so for assisting me as I plummeted down the cliff." The light sarcasm only made him smile. "But alas, I would quite rather prefer to get clean and take care of these bruises over standing here in a trivial conversation."
Janvieryn hopped off the boulder in a swift flowing movement and landed before Sorenth. He asked, "If you are injured, my Sorenth, would you be more content to have me carry you back home?"
She raised a hand in a gesture of decline saying, "I will do just fine on my own two feet. However, I will ask that we walk slowly, for the sake of my rattled and thrashed bones."
Bathed and treated, her lengthy raven hair was woven with bands of silver and shimmering crystals. And as requested by her mother, she had her serving-woman adorn her in the festival gown made of a bright azure and violet silk. A last touch was added with the placing of her ruby encrusted band across her forehead. Sorenth stared into her looking-mirror and found herself dazzled by the colors she wore. For certain, it was not the outfit that made her sigh with dissatisfaction, but the lack of her elven beauty. It was true, there had been offers made by elven princes of lesser lands that had proposed offers of marriage to her, she knew as did her people, she did not have the same features of magnificence as other young elves her age. There was no captivating magic in her looks that others of her race seemed to have. However, it was only a small issue for her and she did not spend too much of her energy fretting over. She was who she was.
There was a light knock on her bedroom chamber door. Granting permission for the visitor to come in, the large oak door opened and her brother, Aeidean, appeared. "There you are Ren! Have you been out in the woods all this day? I assumed as much, but I did worry of my sister just the same. Next time you go out, please take a bodyguard or if perhaps it would be less uncomfortable, I would gladly join you." Sorenth stared into her twin's blue eyes and saw their concern. It was much like him to worry over her safety, he always feared that she would be attacked by one of the forest's dark creatures on her independent adventures.
"Brother please, I thank you for the offer but you must understand that I don't like having to always travel in a company each time I wish to go out on a walk." As she spoke to him her attention drifted else where as she began to search silently for an item.
Aeidean's eyes followed her with a mild curiosity, but still he continued his lecture, "I do understand though, my dear. However, I feel your welfare is more important to both I and the entire kingdom then your wish for freedom." He stopped as Sorenth gazed fiercely at him.
Suddenly her hand grabbed hold of the desired item and she pulled it out from under her bed. A silver dirk now shone in her hand. She taunted playfully, "What was that about my freedom not being truly important?"
He glanced at the dirk and then to her. "Do you plan on taking that to the feast?"
In answer to his question, she silently sheathed the dirk in its webbed chain cover that was strapped around her hips. It would do her little in a real fight, but it gave her security and added to her image.
Aeidean sighed, "Well come now sister, time for the feast to begin. I can only hope all goes well."
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Author's Note: Well there is the first chapter; I hoped you enjoyed it. Honestly, this is nothing more then idea I have had in the back of my mind since I first read the Fellowship of the Ring a year ago. And I would like to state now there will be no Legolas in this story, sorry if that took all the greatness out of reading a Lord of The Ring inspired writing. :P He just doesn't suit my fancy *gag gag* and thank goodness, Sorenth's. *shutters at the thought of Sorenth and Legolas as a couple* That is just..not possible. Ah yes, I should also add the whereabouts of the Wodwuoh Forest and its bordors. Ahem, well you see there is a vast area known as the brown lands between Mirkwood and Mordor. And the Wodwuoh Forest is probably above the north-east corner of Mordor and just below the Sea of Rhun and enough distance away from Mirkwood and all other places to not have connections with them. Wodwuoh Forest is a little realm all on its own and is protected by its own magic. There is more history to share on its comings but I wish not to share it with anyone as of now. Selfish? Of course. Now, to say Mordor's evils have not slowly crept around the land is . . . folly? Well thank you now, I bid you adue. R&R. ---Nikki