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Chapter 5:
Disclaimer- No, we don't own LOTR or anyone in it (We just wish we did)
Don't bother suing us cause we got no money. Lisa owns Sitara Amaya, her
necklace and powers. And Kellie owns Arlywren Emrys and her Gifts. By the
way, Sitara means morning star in Sanskrit and Amaya means night rain.
Please Read and Review: flame if you want, but flames will be sent to
Mordor. Enjoy!
o.O ( Weasel Note- *In which Lisa gets through her writers block and finishes the chapter )
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* Staring at the space where Sitara in her panther form had disappeared, the Fellowship sat still with their mouths agape. Gandalf, the first to recover, looked around with an amused grin on his face. "Well, you don't see that everyday." he quipped, watching Merry and Pippin nod energetically in response. The group, shaking off their bewilderment, finished picking up the camp and preparing for a battle.
Suddenly, Pippin tumbled over backwards with a small cry. Looking towards the fallen Hobbit, Sam squeaked himself and almost fell flat on his face, having tripped over a log (Bean Note- ehhe once again). At that moment, the rest of the man turned around, Aragon catching Sam before he hurt himself. Mumbled words were spoken as all eyes were focused on the great cat before them: Sitara had returned.
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A bright blue light enveloped the shiny blue-black panther before them, and Sitara smiled a Cheshire cat grin before vanishing completely into the illumination. Legolas opened his eyes wide as a beautiful maiden appeared before him, with flowing waves of dark, golden blonde hair cascading down to her slender waist. Standing still for fear the Vision would dissipate, he watched in quiet awe as the glowing woman pushed back a lock of hair, revealing the delicately pointed ears that marked her as some sort of Elvish royalty.
Shaking his head to clear away the image, Legolas returns his eyes to where the elven maiden had been standing. In her place was Sitara, returned to her human form. Bewildered, Legolas joined the Fellowship as they surrounded her. Quieting them with a gentle shush, she answered their questions. "There's a... troop of Uruk-hai orcs... headed this way, about a half a mile away..., to the north. We...need to...get out of here...fast." she finished breathless, worn from her shape shifting.
The Fellowship nodded, talking quietly amongst themselves as they gathered their things and headed for their boats. The second they reached the boats, Boromir, Gimli and Gandalf climbed into one boat. Aragon and the Hobbits in another and Legolas, Sitara and all of the bags and bedrolls in the last. Simotanious the boats pushed off the shore and headed for the opposite bank. Sitara lasted only a moment before she passed out from exhaustion. (Lisel note- No this is not a pathetic way for Sitara Amaya to get attention, shape shifting and other forms of magic take energy.)
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Several hours later, the Fellowship and Sitara reached the outskirts of Lothlorien. As they approched the great forest, Sitara wrapped her elven cloak about her body, pulling the hood on to shade her face from veiw. No one said a word as the company entered the shadowed forest. Within moments they were surrounded by the Lorien elves, Halidir at their head. No one noticed that Sitara had said nothing and that she had withdrawn to the back of the company. Neither the Lorien elves or the Fellowship noticed the shadowed figure of a male elf watching Sitara from a distance. After discussing several things with the Fellowship, Halidir spotted Sitara. Walking over to her, he smirked, " So you have already returned to us. Was the wide world too much for you?" Sitara said nothing, her eyes midnight blue, showing her rage. Haldir turned, leading the Fellowship to a group of tree platforms where they could sleep for the night. Sitara and the hobbits were to sleep on one platform , the remaining members on the next.
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Leaving Sitara to rest, the Fellowship gathered on the opposite platform to discuss their plans for the remainder of the journey. The night was late by the time they had finished and Legloas stood, excusing himself to take a walk. Without noticing it, though, his feet took him to the base of the platform where Sitara lay resting above. But his elven hearing was not fooled by the muffled sounds from above. Climbling the ladder with the stealth and silence of a cat before pouncing on prey, the elf reached the platform and opened the latch, pulling himself up onto it. What he saw astounded him. A strange male elf, cloaked in the normal elvish grey, help Sitara's arms in one of his hands, his expression that of a thundercloud. Sitara, her eyes filled with clear blue-green, was struggling to get away from the man. The sleeve of her blouse was ripped, hanging uselessly by a thread, her arms and face were bruised and lightly cut. Neither saw Legolas as her silently climbed onto the platform. Sitara whimpered softly as her abuser raised a rough hand, bringing it down hard across her head. The blow struck true, knocking her body mercilessly even as Legolas stood.
"Mani nae lle umien?![6]" he asked, his voice hard. The other male looked up, his eyes crackling with white fire. Sitara, having regained her breath, managed to glance up. Her eyes, cyrstal blue mixed with slits of clear sea-green, widen when she spotted Legolas. "Legolas...please...." she whispered softly. Her abuser glared down "Silence, wench!" he cuffed her hard across the head. Had he not been holding her, she would have been flung across the platform by the sheer force behind the blow. His eyes turned to Legolas, who stood where he was, one hand on the hilt of his elven knife. "Stay where you are. This is my daughter and to her I can do whatever I please."
Legolas frowned and was trying to decide how to approch the matter when an elven voice called from the next platform "Feanaro? Your shifts over!" Even as the voice faded, the elf known as Feanaro throw Sitara to the floor, heading back to his post.
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Sitara learched to her knees, one hand pressed to her temple. Looking up slowly, she found Legolas standing above her. Kneeling down next to her, he pried her hand gently away from her face to examine the growing bruise. She winced and pushed him away with a trembling hand. Crawling away from the elf, she grabbed her pouch and reached into it, pulling out the container of elven ointment.
Before she had a chance to open it, a gentle hand took the container from her and opened the lid. Dipping his fingers into the cream, Legolas gently smoothed it onto her wounds. "Who was he?" he asked, moving his fingers swiftly across her face and arms. She gave him a grim smile, her eyes shifting to take on their normal hazel-green color, leaving only slits of sea-green in its wake. "He is my father." she stated somberly. Seeing Legolas's amazed glance, she continued. "My family has never been normal. When my mother, his wife, " she said, nodding her head in the direction Feanaro had disappeared to. "Died a long time ago, leaving me with Father, who blamed me for the death of his beloved wife, almost like I had killed her. He ended up taking a job as a sentry, leaving me for longer periods of time with another elf mother, or alone. Thats the way I grew up...." she sighed, returning the ointment to her pouch as Legolas finished with it. When he said nothing she glanced up, into his worried blue eyes. "Cound you tell the others for me?" she asked, her voice soft.
For a moment Legolas could almost hear a musical tone to her voice that would show her claim to the elven race. Then he pushed the thought away, it was impossible, she was human after all, clearly adopted by the elves. She spoke again, pulling him from his thoughts "It is hard to tell others about it..." He frowned, his eyes showing his confusion. "Then why tell me?" he asked. She only smiled grimly "You saved me from him. I feel it is best you understand why he did it." Legolas nodded, "I will relay your story to the rest of the Fellowship before the Hobbits return for the night." He rested a light hand on her shoulder for a moment before standing and returning to the next platform as Sitara returned to her bedroll to rest.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* TBC! Sorry it took so long everyone! Lisel had the biggest writters block ever and both of us had a busy summer! R/R! (Lisel Note- Yeah, I'm still a review whore lol. Also I thought I'd explain something that will appear in the next chapter (which I am already writting ^.^), Sitara has two nicknames that she was given by her friend Arlywren. They are Dove and Sit. Sitara in turn gave Arly two nicknames, Aryl and Wren.Just thought I'd mention that now, in case I forget in the next chappie. TTYL!) ~*Lisel and Bean*~
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o.O ( Weasel Note- *In which Lisa gets through her writers block and finishes the chapter )
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* Staring at the space where Sitara in her panther form had disappeared, the Fellowship sat still with their mouths agape. Gandalf, the first to recover, looked around with an amused grin on his face. "Well, you don't see that everyday." he quipped, watching Merry and Pippin nod energetically in response. The group, shaking off their bewilderment, finished picking up the camp and preparing for a battle.
Suddenly, Pippin tumbled over backwards with a small cry. Looking towards the fallen Hobbit, Sam squeaked himself and almost fell flat on his face, having tripped over a log (Bean Note- ehhe once again). At that moment, the rest of the man turned around, Aragon catching Sam before he hurt himself. Mumbled words were spoken as all eyes were focused on the great cat before them: Sitara had returned.
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A bright blue light enveloped the shiny blue-black panther before them, and Sitara smiled a Cheshire cat grin before vanishing completely into the illumination. Legolas opened his eyes wide as a beautiful maiden appeared before him, with flowing waves of dark, golden blonde hair cascading down to her slender waist. Standing still for fear the Vision would dissipate, he watched in quiet awe as the glowing woman pushed back a lock of hair, revealing the delicately pointed ears that marked her as some sort of Elvish royalty.
Shaking his head to clear away the image, Legolas returns his eyes to where the elven maiden had been standing. In her place was Sitara, returned to her human form. Bewildered, Legolas joined the Fellowship as they surrounded her. Quieting them with a gentle shush, she answered their questions. "There's a... troop of Uruk-hai orcs... headed this way, about a half a mile away..., to the north. We...need to...get out of here...fast." she finished breathless, worn from her shape shifting.
The Fellowship nodded, talking quietly amongst themselves as they gathered their things and headed for their boats. The second they reached the boats, Boromir, Gimli and Gandalf climbed into one boat. Aragon and the Hobbits in another and Legolas, Sitara and all of the bags and bedrolls in the last. Simotanious the boats pushed off the shore and headed for the opposite bank. Sitara lasted only a moment before she passed out from exhaustion. (Lisel note- No this is not a pathetic way for Sitara Amaya to get attention, shape shifting and other forms of magic take energy.)
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Several hours later, the Fellowship and Sitara reached the outskirts of Lothlorien. As they approched the great forest, Sitara wrapped her elven cloak about her body, pulling the hood on to shade her face from veiw. No one said a word as the company entered the shadowed forest. Within moments they were surrounded by the Lorien elves, Halidir at their head. No one noticed that Sitara had said nothing and that she had withdrawn to the back of the company. Neither the Lorien elves or the Fellowship noticed the shadowed figure of a male elf watching Sitara from a distance. After discussing several things with the Fellowship, Halidir spotted Sitara. Walking over to her, he smirked, " So you have already returned to us. Was the wide world too much for you?" Sitara said nothing, her eyes midnight blue, showing her rage. Haldir turned, leading the Fellowship to a group of tree platforms where they could sleep for the night. Sitara and the hobbits were to sleep on one platform , the remaining members on the next.
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Leaving Sitara to rest, the Fellowship gathered on the opposite platform to discuss their plans for the remainder of the journey. The night was late by the time they had finished and Legloas stood, excusing himself to take a walk. Without noticing it, though, his feet took him to the base of the platform where Sitara lay resting above. But his elven hearing was not fooled by the muffled sounds from above. Climbling the ladder with the stealth and silence of a cat before pouncing on prey, the elf reached the platform and opened the latch, pulling himself up onto it. What he saw astounded him. A strange male elf, cloaked in the normal elvish grey, help Sitara's arms in one of his hands, his expression that of a thundercloud. Sitara, her eyes filled with clear blue-green, was struggling to get away from the man. The sleeve of her blouse was ripped, hanging uselessly by a thread, her arms and face were bruised and lightly cut. Neither saw Legolas as her silently climbed onto the platform. Sitara whimpered softly as her abuser raised a rough hand, bringing it down hard across her head. The blow struck true, knocking her body mercilessly even as Legolas stood.
"Mani nae lle umien?![6]" he asked, his voice hard. The other male looked up, his eyes crackling with white fire. Sitara, having regained her breath, managed to glance up. Her eyes, cyrstal blue mixed with slits of clear sea-green, widen when she spotted Legolas. "Legolas...please...." she whispered softly. Her abuser glared down "Silence, wench!" he cuffed her hard across the head. Had he not been holding her, she would have been flung across the platform by the sheer force behind the blow. His eyes turned to Legolas, who stood where he was, one hand on the hilt of his elven knife. "Stay where you are. This is my daughter and to her I can do whatever I please."
Legolas frowned and was trying to decide how to approch the matter when an elven voice called from the next platform "Feanaro? Your shifts over!" Even as the voice faded, the elf known as Feanaro throw Sitara to the floor, heading back to his post.
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Sitara learched to her knees, one hand pressed to her temple. Looking up slowly, she found Legolas standing above her. Kneeling down next to her, he pried her hand gently away from her face to examine the growing bruise. She winced and pushed him away with a trembling hand. Crawling away from the elf, she grabbed her pouch and reached into it, pulling out the container of elven ointment.
Before she had a chance to open it, a gentle hand took the container from her and opened the lid. Dipping his fingers into the cream, Legolas gently smoothed it onto her wounds. "Who was he?" he asked, moving his fingers swiftly across her face and arms. She gave him a grim smile, her eyes shifting to take on their normal hazel-green color, leaving only slits of sea-green in its wake. "He is my father." she stated somberly. Seeing Legolas's amazed glance, she continued. "My family has never been normal. When my mother, his wife, " she said, nodding her head in the direction Feanaro had disappeared to. "Died a long time ago, leaving me with Father, who blamed me for the death of his beloved wife, almost like I had killed her. He ended up taking a job as a sentry, leaving me for longer periods of time with another elf mother, or alone. Thats the way I grew up...." she sighed, returning the ointment to her pouch as Legolas finished with it. When he said nothing she glanced up, into his worried blue eyes. "Cound you tell the others for me?" she asked, her voice soft.
For a moment Legolas could almost hear a musical tone to her voice that would show her claim to the elven race. Then he pushed the thought away, it was impossible, she was human after all, clearly adopted by the elves. She spoke again, pulling him from his thoughts "It is hard to tell others about it..." He frowned, his eyes showing his confusion. "Then why tell me?" he asked. She only smiled grimly "You saved me from him. I feel it is best you understand why he did it." Legolas nodded, "I will relay your story to the rest of the Fellowship before the Hobbits return for the night." He rested a light hand on her shoulder for a moment before standing and returning to the next platform as Sitara returned to her bedroll to rest.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* TBC! Sorry it took so long everyone! Lisel had the biggest writters block ever and both of us had a busy summer! R/R! (Lisel Note- Yeah, I'm still a review whore lol. Also I thought I'd explain something that will appear in the next chapter (which I am already writting ^.^), Sitara has two nicknames that she was given by her friend Arlywren. They are Dove and Sit. Sitara in turn gave Arly two nicknames, Aryl and Wren.Just thought I'd mention that now, in case I forget in the next chappie. TTYL!) ~*Lisel and Bean*~
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