HI, sorry the last chapter was weird. I was rushing. And this is NOT a Mary
Sue, even though,I KNOW the beginning kinda sounded that way. Thanks for
all the advice. AndI'm a huge Tolkien fan, and admit that elves wouldn't
use the word heck, but was reminded of my little sister who would introduce
herself as "who the heck are you?"
Thanks, for all the grammar tips, * coughs * you know who you all are.
And yes, Atticus is from To Kill a Mockingbird. I just fell in love with
that name.
And, usually my writing is long, but that thing was rushed for a
purpose.anyhoo,...
And this may or may NOT be a legomance. * taps head, I deas form *
Ch 2.
It was beginning as a quiet morning in Rivendell. Atticus was having a vivid discussion with Lord Elrond at breakfast. Niromiel sat in silence, pretending to be interested. Lord Elrond was someone Niromiel liked and admired very much. He was intelligent, a war hero, and very kind to her. "Father, may I please be excuse?" Niromiel asked. "If you wish," was the nonchalant reply. "Good day, father, mother, Lord Elrond," Niromiel said politely and left, her dog close behind. Azor, the dog, was a beautiful dog resembling a collie. ( I like dogs, so don't even tell me elves don't have dogs, OKAY?) "Niromiel," Lord Elrond interjected quickly. "There is company from Mirkwood and Lothlorien coming. Do not be late to greet them, they are royal guests." "Certainly, my lord," Niromiel said happily, and went off with Azor. She did not expect to see her old friend again. In fact, she had almost forgotten as the years had gone by. Niromiel and Azor went down to the woods, where Niromiel enjoyed spending most of her time. "Odd child really," Her father commented. "Always spends time with her imagination and her dog is her best friend." Lord Elrond only smiled, noticing Atticus made no connection as to why Niromiel was wanted to greet the company. "She is very bright and kind to others,"Elrond defended the girl, of whom he was rather fond, he had to admit. "Yes, I suppose," Atticus continued. "If only she could see some of her old friends again, or at least make new ones. Hmm, that is one stubborn-oh nevermind." To be perfectly honest, though Atticus deeply loved his daughter, he found her odd, because he was never there for her. He was a very busy man, often aloof when it came to being a father. After all, he was a politician. But that's not really much of an excuse is it?
Niromiel, meanwhile, sat by a tree, with her dog, singing softly to herself. She spent every morning and day and evening with this dog. Azor was her one true companion. Suddenly, the dog's ears perked up. "What is it, Azor?" Niromiel asked. The dog stood up, and so did she. "Ahh, I know what you mean, the company must be here. I must go greet them. How do I look, Azor? Not too shabby?" Azor panted at her. Perhaps another reason Atticus found his daughter odd was that she talked to her dog. A dog! But Niromiel didn't seem to mind. She loved Azor, and felt she could trust him with any secret. "Come, Azor,"Niromiel beckoned. She and the dog walked to the main gates of Rivendell. There were some stable hands there, but she was the only other person to greet the company. Lord Elrond would be waiting for the delegates in his office, Niromiel presumed. Horses, white horses, rode up, bearing elven riders. They dismounted and Niromiel seemed to find one, actually two, elves to be familiar. One elf walked up to her. His blue eyes seemed to pierce hers. "Niromiel?"He asked, "is that really you?" "By the Valar, LEGOLAS!!!" she cried. They shared a hug, and began talking at once. "I can't believe that's you," "you haven't changed", " I reckon I could still beat you up if I wanted to" and "yeah right" were heard. "Come, Legolas, I'll stable your horse," Niromiel offered. Legolas followed. "Wow, it's been CENTURIES since we've last seen eachother, Niromiel," he said. "By the way, remember Haldir? He's here." "Oh yes. That one summer when we all-wow that was funny." Haldir ran up with his horse. "This place hasn't changed since I've been here last," he remarked. "I'm here every year," Niromiel said. She told Legolas and Haldir to go and meet Lord Elrond and she wouldn't keep them from getting some rest, but Legolas refused, wanting to catch up with his old friend. "Remember that time," he began, but laughter took him, and he could not speak. "Don't even start to brag about every time you pulled the wool over MY eyes, Lego,"Niromiel said, with fake spite, knowing how Legolas hated the nickname. "I've gotten my revenge. Don't have me remind you."
Ch 2.
It was beginning as a quiet morning in Rivendell. Atticus was having a vivid discussion with Lord Elrond at breakfast. Niromiel sat in silence, pretending to be interested. Lord Elrond was someone Niromiel liked and admired very much. He was intelligent, a war hero, and very kind to her. "Father, may I please be excuse?" Niromiel asked. "If you wish," was the nonchalant reply. "Good day, father, mother, Lord Elrond," Niromiel said politely and left, her dog close behind. Azor, the dog, was a beautiful dog resembling a collie. ( I like dogs, so don't even tell me elves don't have dogs, OKAY?) "Niromiel," Lord Elrond interjected quickly. "There is company from Mirkwood and Lothlorien coming. Do not be late to greet them, they are royal guests." "Certainly, my lord," Niromiel said happily, and went off with Azor. She did not expect to see her old friend again. In fact, she had almost forgotten as the years had gone by. Niromiel and Azor went down to the woods, where Niromiel enjoyed spending most of her time. "Odd child really," Her father commented. "Always spends time with her imagination and her dog is her best friend." Lord Elrond only smiled, noticing Atticus made no connection as to why Niromiel was wanted to greet the company. "She is very bright and kind to others,"Elrond defended the girl, of whom he was rather fond, he had to admit. "Yes, I suppose," Atticus continued. "If only she could see some of her old friends again, or at least make new ones. Hmm, that is one stubborn-oh nevermind." To be perfectly honest, though Atticus deeply loved his daughter, he found her odd, because he was never there for her. He was a very busy man, often aloof when it came to being a father. After all, he was a politician. But that's not really much of an excuse is it?
Niromiel, meanwhile, sat by a tree, with her dog, singing softly to herself. She spent every morning and day and evening with this dog. Azor was her one true companion. Suddenly, the dog's ears perked up. "What is it, Azor?" Niromiel asked. The dog stood up, and so did she. "Ahh, I know what you mean, the company must be here. I must go greet them. How do I look, Azor? Not too shabby?" Azor panted at her. Perhaps another reason Atticus found his daughter odd was that she talked to her dog. A dog! But Niromiel didn't seem to mind. She loved Azor, and felt she could trust him with any secret. "Come, Azor,"Niromiel beckoned. She and the dog walked to the main gates of Rivendell. There were some stable hands there, but she was the only other person to greet the company. Lord Elrond would be waiting for the delegates in his office, Niromiel presumed. Horses, white horses, rode up, bearing elven riders. They dismounted and Niromiel seemed to find one, actually two, elves to be familiar. One elf walked up to her. His blue eyes seemed to pierce hers. "Niromiel?"He asked, "is that really you?" "By the Valar, LEGOLAS!!!" she cried. They shared a hug, and began talking at once. "I can't believe that's you," "you haven't changed", " I reckon I could still beat you up if I wanted to" and "yeah right" were heard. "Come, Legolas, I'll stable your horse," Niromiel offered. Legolas followed. "Wow, it's been CENTURIES since we've last seen eachother, Niromiel," he said. "By the way, remember Haldir? He's here." "Oh yes. That one summer when we all-wow that was funny." Haldir ran up with his horse. "This place hasn't changed since I've been here last," he remarked. "I'm here every year," Niromiel said. She told Legolas and Haldir to go and meet Lord Elrond and she wouldn't keep them from getting some rest, but Legolas refused, wanting to catch up with his old friend. "Remember that time," he began, but laughter took him, and he could not speak. "Don't even start to brag about every time you pulled the wool over MY eyes, Lego,"Niromiel said, with fake spite, knowing how Legolas hated the nickname. "I've gotten my revenge. Don't have me remind you."
