Here it is! Chapter 2 has arrived! I am terribly sorry for the long wait, I hope you all won't pelt me with E-tomatoes!
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Kienariel sweated as she parried Boromir's thrust with her sword.
"Certainly not my weapon of choice!" she thought.
Boromir forced her back to a boulder; she leaned back, trying to throw him off. She felt her dark hair sticking to the side of her face. Boromir chuckled,
"Enough?" he asked
"No!" Kienariel gasped "Merry! Pippin! Reinforcements!"
With a shout the two young hobbits tackled Boromir to the ground. Flat on his back, pinned down by two hobbits and Kienariel with a sword, laughing so hard she might need to lean on it, he surrendered. He dropped his sword, smiling widely.
"You have worthy allies, lady Kienariel!" he laughed
Gandalf and Aragorn looked up from their planning to watch the amusing scene. Kienariel looked back at them, grinning.
She shivered suddenly. She turned slowly; afraid at what might be watching, unnoticed by the others. It was that elf! He was watching her with a disapproving glare. No, it was disgust. What was wrong with him? What did he suspect? She tried to look away now, but she couldn't help it, their eyes met.
Black. Green lightning lit up her mind. Agony.
Kienaiel groaned and put her hand to her forehead.
She almost sank to the ground, so consuming was the pain. It ripped through her mind and spread through her body to her heart. She bent over, struggling to breathe.
"Kienariel!" Pippen's anxious voice brought her back to the surface and she opened her eyes. The pain was gone, as quickly as it had come.
Boromir, Merry, Pippin, Gandalf, Aragorn, the elf - they were all looking at her. Those other two hobbits: what were their names? Frodo and Sam turned to look too. The dwarf looked up from where he was sitting below them. Why did they all have to look at her like that?
She smiled down at the concerned hobbit, or she forced a smile.
"I am good. Side pains, not used to such hard work." she explained, clutching her side.
"Please! Look away! Do not worry! I am fine! Look away!" Kienariel pleaded silently.
Yet everyone still continued to stare at her, she looked at them all - except the elf, but one by one most turned away. Aragorn walked over to her, smiling a little.
"Perhaps it is your punishment for calling in outside help in weapons practice. Come, sit down and get your breath back."
Kienariel looked dazedly down at her boots. "Yes, Amarald." she replied, mocking meekness, and she sat down heavily next to Gandalf.
Aragorn sat down beside her with a quizzical look on his face.
"Amarald? Lady, my name is Aragorn."
Kienariel seemed to come out of deep thoughts.
"Oh! I am sorry! I know you are Aragorn. I not thinking good, just then."
"Amarald is?" he asked
"Amarald?" she repeated "Amarald is my - what do you say? Son of same mother?" she prompted
"Brother?"
"Yes! Amarald is my brother. Looks very like you, but his eyes are brown." she stared into the ranger's eyes. He shifted a little under their green-grey stare, but still looked back. "But you, you have sad eyes." she said quietly.
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Legolas had the watch around midnight. The stars were covered in a heavy, sable blanket, the moon sometimes showing his pale face through tears in the clouds. The elf walked in complete silence about the ring in which the fellowship slept. The hobbits, in a neat little bunch, were snoring rather loudly. Boromir lay below the hobbits. Aragorn slept alone, closer to Mithrandir. Mithrandir: well, you could never tell with an Istari. The dwarf snored with a noise like an avalanche; Legolas grinned to himself. With a din like that it was a surprise the Nazgûl weren't on them all in a minute. Kienariel was sleeping in a ball equidistant from Aragorn and Mithrandir. Her eyes were shut, their short lashes fastened to lock in her dreams. Legolas wondered at this; elves slept with their eyes open! Why did Kienariel sleep with hers shut? The moon came out behind a cloud and its pale light shone upon her face, and in her sleep she smiled. Legolas bent down, so slowly that if any other creature was watching they would have thought that a statue of some elven hero had come to life to walk amongst the living. Her face was transformed to ivory, her hair a snow dappled dark, and her lips the palest pink in the moon's shimmering beams. Legolas' fingers were so close to her face that he could almost feel the warmth of her skin. Then moon was hidden by a great cloud bank, the light faded and the night darkened again. Three of Legolas' fingers touched her forehead.
Black. Green lightning. Stinging pain.
A snakelike voice snarled in some unintelligible language his mind.
He jumped back and sprang almost a yard away.
Kienariel twitched.
What secrets did she still withhold? What was it about her that warned Legolas to be careful? Why did she not seem to be whom she said she was?
Legolas woke Gimli, allowing himself to give the dwarf a little shake rougher than he might have given to another companion, but that didn't wake the dwarf. Legolas tweaked the dwarf's beard until it eventually brought him round. After patting the grumpy dwarf on the head Legolas went to where his blankets lay. He fell into the waking dreams of his people, staring open-eyed into the heavens and watching the stars dance across the sky. Only one thing troubled his mind: Kienariel.
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There. As promised we have Legolas thinking about the girl. He's not going to take her on a date, so don't ask me to alter the plot to make it happen. This story ought to go beyond "The Return of the King" so I can't possibly write in every minor scene. If you want the whole book with Kienariel in it I suggest you scratch out some of the things the hobbits and elves say mentally and make her say it! ^_^ Thank you for reading, please review!
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Kienariel sweated as she parried Boromir's thrust with her sword.
"Certainly not my weapon of choice!" she thought.
Boromir forced her back to a boulder; she leaned back, trying to throw him off. She felt her dark hair sticking to the side of her face. Boromir chuckled,
"Enough?" he asked
"No!" Kienariel gasped "Merry! Pippin! Reinforcements!"
With a shout the two young hobbits tackled Boromir to the ground. Flat on his back, pinned down by two hobbits and Kienariel with a sword, laughing so hard she might need to lean on it, he surrendered. He dropped his sword, smiling widely.
"You have worthy allies, lady Kienariel!" he laughed
Gandalf and Aragorn looked up from their planning to watch the amusing scene. Kienariel looked back at them, grinning.
She shivered suddenly. She turned slowly; afraid at what might be watching, unnoticed by the others. It was that elf! He was watching her with a disapproving glare. No, it was disgust. What was wrong with him? What did he suspect? She tried to look away now, but she couldn't help it, their eyes met.
Black. Green lightning lit up her mind. Agony.
Kienaiel groaned and put her hand to her forehead.
She almost sank to the ground, so consuming was the pain. It ripped through her mind and spread through her body to her heart. She bent over, struggling to breathe.
"Kienariel!" Pippen's anxious voice brought her back to the surface and she opened her eyes. The pain was gone, as quickly as it had come.
Boromir, Merry, Pippin, Gandalf, Aragorn, the elf - they were all looking at her. Those other two hobbits: what were their names? Frodo and Sam turned to look too. The dwarf looked up from where he was sitting below them. Why did they all have to look at her like that?
She smiled down at the concerned hobbit, or she forced a smile.
"I am good. Side pains, not used to such hard work." she explained, clutching her side.
"Please! Look away! Do not worry! I am fine! Look away!" Kienariel pleaded silently.
Yet everyone still continued to stare at her, she looked at them all - except the elf, but one by one most turned away. Aragorn walked over to her, smiling a little.
"Perhaps it is your punishment for calling in outside help in weapons practice. Come, sit down and get your breath back."
Kienariel looked dazedly down at her boots. "Yes, Amarald." she replied, mocking meekness, and she sat down heavily next to Gandalf.
Aragorn sat down beside her with a quizzical look on his face.
"Amarald? Lady, my name is Aragorn."
Kienariel seemed to come out of deep thoughts.
"Oh! I am sorry! I know you are Aragorn. I not thinking good, just then."
"Amarald is?" he asked
"Amarald?" she repeated "Amarald is my - what do you say? Son of same mother?" she prompted
"Brother?"
"Yes! Amarald is my brother. Looks very like you, but his eyes are brown." she stared into the ranger's eyes. He shifted a little under their green-grey stare, but still looked back. "But you, you have sad eyes." she said quietly.
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Legolas had the watch around midnight. The stars were covered in a heavy, sable blanket, the moon sometimes showing his pale face through tears in the clouds. The elf walked in complete silence about the ring in which the fellowship slept. The hobbits, in a neat little bunch, were snoring rather loudly. Boromir lay below the hobbits. Aragorn slept alone, closer to Mithrandir. Mithrandir: well, you could never tell with an Istari. The dwarf snored with a noise like an avalanche; Legolas grinned to himself. With a din like that it was a surprise the Nazgûl weren't on them all in a minute. Kienariel was sleeping in a ball equidistant from Aragorn and Mithrandir. Her eyes were shut, their short lashes fastened to lock in her dreams. Legolas wondered at this; elves slept with their eyes open! Why did Kienariel sleep with hers shut? The moon came out behind a cloud and its pale light shone upon her face, and in her sleep she smiled. Legolas bent down, so slowly that if any other creature was watching they would have thought that a statue of some elven hero had come to life to walk amongst the living. Her face was transformed to ivory, her hair a snow dappled dark, and her lips the palest pink in the moon's shimmering beams. Legolas' fingers were so close to her face that he could almost feel the warmth of her skin. Then moon was hidden by a great cloud bank, the light faded and the night darkened again. Three of Legolas' fingers touched her forehead.
Black. Green lightning. Stinging pain.
A snakelike voice snarled in some unintelligible language his mind.
He jumped back and sprang almost a yard away.
Kienariel twitched.
What secrets did she still withhold? What was it about her that warned Legolas to be careful? Why did she not seem to be whom she said she was?
Legolas woke Gimli, allowing himself to give the dwarf a little shake rougher than he might have given to another companion, but that didn't wake the dwarf. Legolas tweaked the dwarf's beard until it eventually brought him round. After patting the grumpy dwarf on the head Legolas went to where his blankets lay. He fell into the waking dreams of his people, staring open-eyed into the heavens and watching the stars dance across the sky. Only one thing troubled his mind: Kienariel.
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There. As promised we have Legolas thinking about the girl. He's not going to take her on a date, so don't ask me to alter the plot to make it happen. This story ought to go beyond "The Return of the King" so I can't possibly write in every minor scene. If you want the whole book with Kienariel in it I suggest you scratch out some of the things the hobbits and elves say mentally and make her say it! ^_^ Thank you for reading, please review!