Disclaimer: Getting sick of this...I don't own Lotr.
The Diary of an Orc - Continued.
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I should have known I wouldn't get a warm welcome.
I was still hesitant about entering when Haldir and another three elves made my decision for me.
I had just removed most of my orc armour and discarded it when I found Legolas' cloak. I was so shocked at finding it that I didn't noticed the elves approaching until one of them shot me with an arrow.
I gasped and fell forward as the arrow pierced my shoulder, in exactly the same place as where Legolas had first shot me.
I cursed myself for being careless so close to Lothlorien and staggered to my feet, holding my arms in front of me, my eyes closed.
To my horror, my outstretched hands touched something...someone.
I jerked them back, my eyes flying open to see Haldir standing in front of me, a dagger drawn and held near my throat.
"Haldir?" I asked, I couldn't quite believe I could see someone I recognised.
Haldir's eyes narrowed and the dagger edged closer to my neck. I relaxed, knowing that Haldir would never touch me as I was filthy and looked like I'd taken a tumble off a waterfall.
"Did you kill an Elf to steal that cloak?" He hissed, gesturing at Legolas' cloak.
"Haldir, its me! Ariel!" I said, using the nickname is had been given by Arwen, shaking my head furiously at the same time. My shoulder began to ache from the pain of the arrow.
Haldir glared and grabbed my neck, pushing the point of his dagger into my skin.
I choked in surprise.
"Ariel's dead." He spat, his grip tightening with my every move. I saw a flicker of pain in his eyes and nearly smiled. I tried not to though, because otherwise I would be a walking arrow cushion.
A felt the point of an arrow being pushed against my temple.
I took a breath and tried to relax, though I was having difficulty.
"Are you a spy?" Haldir asked, his grip loosening a little so I could reply.
"No, no. I was travelling with the Fellowship. I am not spy." I said as calmly as I could, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I wished I looked myself again so I could just enter my old home and marvel at its magnificence.
Haldir then released me from his grip, but the distrust was still in his eyes.
"They did mention an Orc that was travelling with them."
My hopes shot into the stars.
"They did?" I asked, straightening a little, a hopeful smile on my face.
"Yes." Haldir snapped, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the Golden Wood.
"Wait!" I cried as Haldir was covered by two cold looking Elves. I didn't recognise them and wondered where they were from. "Where are you taking me?"
Haldir didn't break his stride as he answered, he just kept looking ahead.
"Into the Golden Wood, where else? You cannot leave now. Even if you are not the Orc Aragorn was referring to, you cannot leave and inform your army of where we are."
I nearly choked in surprise. "Aragorn mentioned me?"
Haldir sneered at me and nodded.
I knew that Haldir had always been hostile towards strangers, though I didn't know that he could be so different. The Haldir I knew was hardly serious, except in the presence of the Lady, and he always had this funny expression on his face.
I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't realise Haldir had been talking.
"-he said he was feeling guilty about being so mean to this Orc, he should have been more welcoming, he says."
I nodded slowly, not really listening. It had been a long day, and I had been shot. There is only so much one can endure.
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I have been waiting for many hours now, just sitting here, alone, in an isolated part of the Forest. I recognised it immediately and had an extremely hard time containing my excitement. Even though I'm still in the outer reaches of the forest, I feel so happy to be home, I don't care.
I'm to meet with the Fellowship again soon. They are to leave the Forest to continue on their journey soon, I think they'll only stay one more night.
My shoulder aches with every movement and I curse the Elf who shot me, though who can blame them? To them, I'm one of the ugliest creatures they've ever seen, I suppose they have a right to shoot at me.
Either I'll be recognised by the Fellowship and taken along with them on their journey or be drowned in the River. So says Haldir.
Personally, I think he's jealous because I am getting more attention than him.
*~*~*
Today was one of my happiest. The Lady saw into my heart and announced to all that I was indeed Rinariel of Lothlorien. She talked with me a long time, explaining that for some reason, I was chosen to walk with the Fellowship on their journey.
"I am glad you are not dead, Rinariel." She said in her quiet, singing voice. She looked a lot gloomier than I remember. She also looked a little pale.
"Though, I knew in my heart we would meet again." She smiled and hugged me briefly.
I was shocked at this gesture and didn't know how to react, I just sat there, probably with a stupid expression on my face. My shoulder hurt for a brief moment, but then the pain subsided.
"You are wounded?" She asked quietly, fingering my shoulder.
I nodded and looked away from her all-seeing eyes.
Galadriel smiled again and stood, gesturing for me to do the same.
"Come," She called as she walked away, waving for me to follow. "Now I shall present the Fellowship with gifts of many kinds. You are to receive gifts too."
I met with the Fellowship not long after that. The looks on their faces were priceless. I was so happy; I started crying, and then complained that a flower I was allergic to was in bloom.
The Lady and Lord exchanged knowing glances.
Aragorn came over to me and bowed his head, guilt written all over his face.
"I am sorry, Rinariel, for I was wrong to make you feel so unwelcome. I deeply regret my anger towards you."
Gimli chuckled and roared out, "You owe us a tale, Lady!"
I giggled, but that died away when I saw Legolas.
"I have nothing to say to you," He murmured, knowing I would hear it.
I nodded understandingly, but I was still hurt.
The small people came rushing forwards, pushing roughly and excitedly past the brooding Elf and crowded around me.
"We thought you were dead!" Pippin cried, looking confused.
"No, the Watcher spared me." I said, bitterness biting into my voice. I looked away from the Fellowship and felt the anger of being left behind stir in me again.
"Come!" Galadriel called out, breaking the uncomfortable silence that was stretching. She gave me a smile and I felt relieved at her intervening.
She knew. I was thinking at the time.
How silly I am! Of course she knows! She know everything, she is the wisest Elf I know.
I received a wonderful gift from the Lady and Lord. I received a pack full of elvish clothing and food. I also was given a bow of the Galadhrim, and a quiver of arrows.
This, Legolas also received. I noted that my bow was of a better design than Legolas' and wondered if that was the reason for the glares he shot me all of this day.
I never actually noticed until today that Gimli had been allowed into Lothlorien. Of course, I've seen him, but I never got to me that he was a dwarf in an elven city! He seems to have found Lothlorien all right though, and I am glad.
Gimli asked for one strand of the Lady's hair and got three. I know he treasures them greatly as he has checked for them three times now, making sure they are still where he left them.
The Ring-Bearer received the Phial of Galadriel, the light Earendil trapped inside it.
We were all given beautifully woven elvish cloaks along with a brooch to fasten the ends.
The Lady and Lord drew me aside one last time and the Lady explained her gifts.
"The clothes are for you to wear, Ariel, not to look at and wish you could wear! I feel in my heart that one day you will be able to wear these proudly."
I left them both, confused.
What on earth did she mean?
*~*~*
We have been travelling for three days now and I am thoroughly sick of this damned river.
I am worried about something following us on the shore; I can smell fear and anger. This does not look good.
Legolas actually brought himself to talk to me today. Well, he couldn't really stay silent for the whole day, I was in the same boat and we were both quite a way ahead of the rest. I'm sure he waited until we were out earshot.
"I am sorry for my behaviour, Rinariel." He said so quietly that at first, I thought he was talking to himself.
"Ariel." I said, dipping my paddle in a little deeper. "Rinariel is too much of a mouthful."
"Ariel.." He said, tasting the sound.
"Yes?" I said, trying to keep from crying. I wasn't feeling too great and was definitely about to scream that I never wanted to see another river ever again.
"Can..can you forgive me?"
I smiled at the river and turned to look at him.
"I'll think about it."
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Hey pplz, sorry for the wait. I'm not able to use the Internet as frequently as I'd like to, so I have to wait until the weekends to use it! I hope this chapter is all right; I don't have much time to check it over. And NO, Legolas is NOT going to make any moves. He and Rinariel and NOT going to end up together. Nuh-uh, no way!
Enjoy!
The Diary of an Orc - Continued.
*~*~*
I should have known I wouldn't get a warm welcome.
I was still hesitant about entering when Haldir and another three elves made my decision for me.
I had just removed most of my orc armour and discarded it when I found Legolas' cloak. I was so shocked at finding it that I didn't noticed the elves approaching until one of them shot me with an arrow.
I gasped and fell forward as the arrow pierced my shoulder, in exactly the same place as where Legolas had first shot me.
I cursed myself for being careless so close to Lothlorien and staggered to my feet, holding my arms in front of me, my eyes closed.
To my horror, my outstretched hands touched something...someone.
I jerked them back, my eyes flying open to see Haldir standing in front of me, a dagger drawn and held near my throat.
"Haldir?" I asked, I couldn't quite believe I could see someone I recognised.
Haldir's eyes narrowed and the dagger edged closer to my neck. I relaxed, knowing that Haldir would never touch me as I was filthy and looked like I'd taken a tumble off a waterfall.
"Did you kill an Elf to steal that cloak?" He hissed, gesturing at Legolas' cloak.
"Haldir, its me! Ariel!" I said, using the nickname is had been given by Arwen, shaking my head furiously at the same time. My shoulder began to ache from the pain of the arrow.
Haldir glared and grabbed my neck, pushing the point of his dagger into my skin.
I choked in surprise.
"Ariel's dead." He spat, his grip tightening with my every move. I saw a flicker of pain in his eyes and nearly smiled. I tried not to though, because otherwise I would be a walking arrow cushion.
A felt the point of an arrow being pushed against my temple.
I took a breath and tried to relax, though I was having difficulty.
"Are you a spy?" Haldir asked, his grip loosening a little so I could reply.
"No, no. I was travelling with the Fellowship. I am not spy." I said as calmly as I could, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I wished I looked myself again so I could just enter my old home and marvel at its magnificence.
Haldir then released me from his grip, but the distrust was still in his eyes.
"They did mention an Orc that was travelling with them."
My hopes shot into the stars.
"They did?" I asked, straightening a little, a hopeful smile on my face.
"Yes." Haldir snapped, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the Golden Wood.
"Wait!" I cried as Haldir was covered by two cold looking Elves. I didn't recognise them and wondered where they were from. "Where are you taking me?"
Haldir didn't break his stride as he answered, he just kept looking ahead.
"Into the Golden Wood, where else? You cannot leave now. Even if you are not the Orc Aragorn was referring to, you cannot leave and inform your army of where we are."
I nearly choked in surprise. "Aragorn mentioned me?"
Haldir sneered at me and nodded.
I knew that Haldir had always been hostile towards strangers, though I didn't know that he could be so different. The Haldir I knew was hardly serious, except in the presence of the Lady, and he always had this funny expression on his face.
I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't realise Haldir had been talking.
"-he said he was feeling guilty about being so mean to this Orc, he should have been more welcoming, he says."
I nodded slowly, not really listening. It had been a long day, and I had been shot. There is only so much one can endure.
*~*~*
I have been waiting for many hours now, just sitting here, alone, in an isolated part of the Forest. I recognised it immediately and had an extremely hard time containing my excitement. Even though I'm still in the outer reaches of the forest, I feel so happy to be home, I don't care.
I'm to meet with the Fellowship again soon. They are to leave the Forest to continue on their journey soon, I think they'll only stay one more night.
My shoulder aches with every movement and I curse the Elf who shot me, though who can blame them? To them, I'm one of the ugliest creatures they've ever seen, I suppose they have a right to shoot at me.
Either I'll be recognised by the Fellowship and taken along with them on their journey or be drowned in the River. So says Haldir.
Personally, I think he's jealous because I am getting more attention than him.
*~*~*
Today was one of my happiest. The Lady saw into my heart and announced to all that I was indeed Rinariel of Lothlorien. She talked with me a long time, explaining that for some reason, I was chosen to walk with the Fellowship on their journey.
"I am glad you are not dead, Rinariel." She said in her quiet, singing voice. She looked a lot gloomier than I remember. She also looked a little pale.
"Though, I knew in my heart we would meet again." She smiled and hugged me briefly.
I was shocked at this gesture and didn't know how to react, I just sat there, probably with a stupid expression on my face. My shoulder hurt for a brief moment, but then the pain subsided.
"You are wounded?" She asked quietly, fingering my shoulder.
I nodded and looked away from her all-seeing eyes.
Galadriel smiled again and stood, gesturing for me to do the same.
"Come," She called as she walked away, waving for me to follow. "Now I shall present the Fellowship with gifts of many kinds. You are to receive gifts too."
I met with the Fellowship not long after that. The looks on their faces were priceless. I was so happy; I started crying, and then complained that a flower I was allergic to was in bloom.
The Lady and Lord exchanged knowing glances.
Aragorn came over to me and bowed his head, guilt written all over his face.
"I am sorry, Rinariel, for I was wrong to make you feel so unwelcome. I deeply regret my anger towards you."
Gimli chuckled and roared out, "You owe us a tale, Lady!"
I giggled, but that died away when I saw Legolas.
"I have nothing to say to you," He murmured, knowing I would hear it.
I nodded understandingly, but I was still hurt.
The small people came rushing forwards, pushing roughly and excitedly past the brooding Elf and crowded around me.
"We thought you were dead!" Pippin cried, looking confused.
"No, the Watcher spared me." I said, bitterness biting into my voice. I looked away from the Fellowship and felt the anger of being left behind stir in me again.
"Come!" Galadriel called out, breaking the uncomfortable silence that was stretching. She gave me a smile and I felt relieved at her intervening.
She knew. I was thinking at the time.
How silly I am! Of course she knows! She know everything, she is the wisest Elf I know.
I received a wonderful gift from the Lady and Lord. I received a pack full of elvish clothing and food. I also was given a bow of the Galadhrim, and a quiver of arrows.
This, Legolas also received. I noted that my bow was of a better design than Legolas' and wondered if that was the reason for the glares he shot me all of this day.
I never actually noticed until today that Gimli had been allowed into Lothlorien. Of course, I've seen him, but I never got to me that he was a dwarf in an elven city! He seems to have found Lothlorien all right though, and I am glad.
Gimli asked for one strand of the Lady's hair and got three. I know he treasures them greatly as he has checked for them three times now, making sure they are still where he left them.
The Ring-Bearer received the Phial of Galadriel, the light Earendil trapped inside it.
We were all given beautifully woven elvish cloaks along with a brooch to fasten the ends.
The Lady and Lord drew me aside one last time and the Lady explained her gifts.
"The clothes are for you to wear, Ariel, not to look at and wish you could wear! I feel in my heart that one day you will be able to wear these proudly."
I left them both, confused.
What on earth did she mean?
*~*~*
We have been travelling for three days now and I am thoroughly sick of this damned river.
I am worried about something following us on the shore; I can smell fear and anger. This does not look good.
Legolas actually brought himself to talk to me today. Well, he couldn't really stay silent for the whole day, I was in the same boat and we were both quite a way ahead of the rest. I'm sure he waited until we were out earshot.
"I am sorry for my behaviour, Rinariel." He said so quietly that at first, I thought he was talking to himself.
"Ariel." I said, dipping my paddle in a little deeper. "Rinariel is too much of a mouthful."
"Ariel.." He said, tasting the sound.
"Yes?" I said, trying to keep from crying. I wasn't feeling too great and was definitely about to scream that I never wanted to see another river ever again.
"Can..can you forgive me?"
I smiled at the river and turned to look at him.
"I'll think about it."
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Hey pplz, sorry for the wait. I'm not able to use the Internet as frequently as I'd like to, so I have to wait until the weekends to use it! I hope this chapter is all right; I don't have much time to check it over. And NO, Legolas is NOT going to make any moves. He and Rinariel and NOT going to end up together. Nuh-uh, no way!
Enjoy!