Disclaimer: Much as I wish to lay claim to Legolas, or even Aragorn...alas I cannot. J.R.R. Tolkien, genuis that he is, owns the precious Elf and King, not to mention all of the other characters...with the excpetion of Brianna. She's mine, but perhaps if he behaves I'll share her with Legolas, lol. Like I'd deny him anything... Anyway, don't sue, because quite frankly, you'll only get some CD's and this computer, and really...it's a crappy one at that.
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Alrighty, I apparently can't keep myself away from Legolas, lol. And I promised someone I'd have the next chapter up by LAST night...ooops! I want to thank Shan, and Obscure Storm for the feedback, and as requested, I'm delivering more for you both. Unfortunately, for me, I am having to learn Elvish. While beautiful...it's incredibly complicated. It's like learning Spanish all over again...except...not Spanish...if that makes sense. ANYWAY. No songs this time around.
Enjoy!
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Legolas, helping the last of the fellowship out of the remnants of the avalanche, brushed the snow off of himself and scanned the area. Everyone else did the same, but no one else noticed the movement just beyond the group. Legolas looked closer and saw a hand. He grabbed a hold to find it still slightly warm, and proceeded to pull the body from the snow drift.
"Who is she?" Pippin asked, peeking from behind Gandalf.
"I don't know...but I intend to find out," the Elf said, suspiscious as to why a human girl would have traveled out here, alone. She was unconscious, but breathing, and still slightly warmer than the rest of the group. He took out a blanket, and wrapped it around her to ensure she didn't freeze to death.
Legolas picked her up and then noticed her pack, or to him what resembled a pack, and handed it to Gimli, "Make yourself useful," he muttered, as he started off with this mysterious girl over his shoulder.
Halfway down the mountain, Legolas began wondering where this girl could have come from. She was considerably more attractive than most humans he'd met. Her hair was most unusual - dark and straight with an almost unnatural shade of red at the ends. He likened them to a flame lighting up the night sky. He would have assumed her royalty if not for her strange manner of dress. As far as he knew, the only women that wore pants were the Rangers, and this girl certainly was no Ranger. She was too fresh faced, and her skin far too smooth. He couldn't grasp why such an attractive human would be wearing such strange garb. Not to mention what she would be doing up on the mountain, so close to...
The Fellowship.
A spy for Saruman and Sauron? But why would they send a woman?? Perhaps because she'd be least suspect. Something in his heart told him to hold his haste in his judgment of this maiden, however his logic overpowered, and he fell back to speak with Aragorn.
"Mani naa ta, Legolas?" What is it, Legolas?
" Lle dele," I am worried
" About the girl?"
" Uma," Yes
"You think she is a spy, then?"
"I...I don't know. But to be safe, before we get to Moria, perhaps we should bind her hands, For the sake of the fellowship's safety," he stated
"I've never heard of an unconscious woman bring harm upon anyone, Legolas,"
"But she will not be unconscious for long, I fear,"
Aragorn sighed and glanced at the young girl draped limply over the Elf's shoulder. He'd known Legolas for quite some time, and knew more often than not that when the Elf had a sense of something, it was usually the wisest course of action to follow it. However...
"If we come across trouble she will have no way to defend herself. We do not yet know if she is a spy, and if she dies before we know such, her blood will be on our hands,"
If Legolas were anything but an Elf, Aragorn would have heard an exasperated sigh escape his lips. As it was, he only glanced at Aragorn, and then ahead of the Fellowship.
"I shall protect her until we know. But I still do not trust this stranger,"
Cold. She was so cold. Her head was pounding. Brianna slowly opened her eyes, and was greeted with such a brightness that she squeezed her eyes shut again. It was then that she realized she was being carried. She opened her eyes again, and forced herself to deal with the insanely bright snow that shone in her face.
" Hey! Hey, who the hell are you? Put me down!" she yelled, suddenly afraid of who these people were and why she was being carted off. She looked around to see where she was and realized her car was nowhere in sight. Just where the hell was she? And who in God's name were these people? She looked towards the one closest to her, who glanced at her quickly. Brianna was confused, if only because it looked like he'd just stepped out of a Ren festival. His long brown hair slightly veiled his eyes, but she could still glimpse the concern in his eyes. He then spoke, not to her, but to the man carrying her.
"TampaStop, Legolas. She's awake," As he said this, the one carrying her turned around to face the other. Brianna's head swam with the movement, and she tried her damndest not to pass out. Once her senses came back to her she looked ahead of her.
" HOLY SHIT! What the hell???" Bryn kicked the man carrying her in the stomach, in an effort to get away for the creature that had been behind him. She pushed away and promptly fell into the snow. As she tried to gain her footing, she looked up to the man she had just freed herself from.
" I would not move if I were you, milady," Said the man behind her, the one she had first seen, "Elven arrows can be quite deadly, and I can assure you Legolas will not miss his mark,"
Brianna wasn't about to just stand there and let him shoot her in the head. She looked up at the blond man, almost in resignation, and then took off. Legolas's eyes widened for a second, as he watched this girl run, knowing it could be her death. He then slid an arrow from it's quiver and took aim. Aragorn closed his eyes, and for a split second, prayed Legolas would miss. The child was obviously in great fear, and had no understanding of the quickness, nor precise aim characteristic of an Elf. He heard her scream, and looked towards where she'd run, expecting to see her lain out in the snow.
Legolas had taken aim, and pulled back on the bow, prepared to fire. However, a voice had echoed in his head. His own. He'd sworn to protect her until they'd proven she was indeed a spy. Elves did not break such promises, and though he was almost certain she was in league with Sauron and Saruman, he still could not fire. Instead he ran quickly and caught her by the arm. It hadn't been hard, as she had had to trek through the snow, whereas he could simply run on the surface of it. As she struggled against his grasp, he managed to get the rope around her wrists, and deftly secured it. As a precaution, he let out a bit of length and secured the other end to his waist.
"I can assure you no harm will come to you, so long as you are in my charge. But," and Legolas lowered his voice to reflect the sincerity and seriousness, "I would recommend you not try running off again. Caradhras is no place for anyone, much less a human female to get lost in. And I'll not let you go back to your masters to have us slaughtered," With that, he lifted her over his shoulder, and headed back towards the group. She fought against him for a good few hours, but his grasp on her was firm, and eventually she found herself to be too worn out to continue. As Bryn looked around at her captors, she began trying to look at the situation from an objective point of view. Legolas. Caradhras. She knew the names. How could she not? She'd only grown up dreaming about being carried off by the Elfin prince for ages, though not quite in the manner that this situation presented. And how many times had she dreamed of seeing the infamous pass in which she was now supposedly in? She shook her head. This was all nonsense. Was she really supposed to believe that she was being held captive by the Fellowship? And what was this comment that the supposed Legolas made about her masters? None of this made any sense. It couldn't be real. Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits...none of them really existed. She had to be hallucinating. She tried to think back to the last thing she remembered.
The accident.
That was it! She was hallucinating, or dreaming, or whatever it was you did when you were knocked out. She was imagining all of this. It made perfect sense. The book had been the last thing she'd seen, and now she was imagining all this. She almost let out a little giggle, but then thought twice about it. Hallucination or not, she didn't want to garner any more attention to herself than she already had. It may not have been real, but it FELT real, and that was all she needed as motivation. Until she woke up, she would just have to bide her time. She began studying her "companions" at great length, to see what her mind had come up with. Following right behind her Elfen captor, was who she could only assume was Aragorn. He looked as courageous as the book had portrayed him, and his eyes were soul searing. He looked at her in curiousity, and then made his way further back in the group to speak with an older man. Gandalf, she decided. They glanced at her a few times during their conversation, and Brianna had no doubt they were trying to figure out what to do with her. Not liking the idea of someone else deciding her fate, she focused her attention elsewhere. As she squinted, she saw the Dwarf, Gimli. He eyed her with caution, and yet intrigue. She felt as if she knew these characters, and smiled at him, remembering his future. He seemed a bit surprised, and didn't return the smile, but for him, it confirmed that she was no spy. As for the hobbits, she was't really sure who was who? She knew which one Pippin was, as he'd queried about her earlier. And from that, she could deduce which one was Merry. However, the other two, Sam and Frodo, she assumed...she wasn't sure which was which. She'd always likened Frodo to have dark hair, and if she were to go on that assumption, Frodo would be the one closer to where she was. But then again, who was to say that she'd assumed right? Brianna sighed as a strand of hair fell in front of her face. If this oaf of an elf wasn't careful, he'd end up dumping her right in the snow. Bryn wasn't so sure that that wasn't the idea. Legolas. This wasn't the Legolas she'd grown up reading about. In the book, he was kind, loyal, courageous...this guy was a flat out jerk.
"Hey, aren't you Elves supposed to be graceful or something?? I might as well be sitting in the back of a truck, for pete's sake," she grumbled in his ear, which she noticed, was indeed pointed.
"I'm not certain what a truck is, but I suggest you silence your tongue. You make enough noise to bring down another avalanche," he retorted. How dare this girl speak to him in this manner. He was doing her a favor by keeping her alive, much less carrying her all the way back down the mountain, "Perhaps if you were a bit lighter, you would be a bit more comfortable," he added.
"Legolas," Aragorn chided. He'd not seen his friend act like this, particularly towards a female. Legolas was usually chivalrous to a fault. However, Aragorn suspected he felt a threat in the girl, and that in turn he was acting less than tolerant. The man turned his attention back to Gandalf. He'd fallen back to speak with the wise wizard, after the girl had laid a piercing gaze on him. It had shaken him, as she'd seemingly gazed into his soul.
"Gandalf, this girl...do you know anything of her?"
"No, I'm afraid not,"
"She has a seer's gaze. When she looked into my eyes, it was as if she knew me. Perhaps she is an eye for Sauron?" he questioned. Perhaps this girl was indeed as dangerous as Legolas seemed to think.
"Highly unlikely. I sense no evil from the child. Merely fear. And a growing impatience with a certain Elf," he grinned. Gandalf knew this child was no spy. But he was also wise enough to know that Legolas needed to learn that for himself. A lesson in humility, perhaps. He surmised that the mines of Moria would be a quite enlightening, but dangerous journey.
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Alrighty, I apparently can't keep myself away from Legolas, lol. And I promised someone I'd have the next chapter up by LAST night...ooops! I want to thank Shan, and Obscure Storm for the feedback, and as requested, I'm delivering more for you both. Unfortunately, for me, I am having to learn Elvish. While beautiful...it's incredibly complicated. It's like learning Spanish all over again...except...not Spanish...if that makes sense. ANYWAY. No songs this time around.
Enjoy!
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Legolas, helping the last of the fellowship out of the remnants of the avalanche, brushed the snow off of himself and scanned the area. Everyone else did the same, but no one else noticed the movement just beyond the group. Legolas looked closer and saw a hand. He grabbed a hold to find it still slightly warm, and proceeded to pull the body from the snow drift.
"Who is she?" Pippin asked, peeking from behind Gandalf.
"I don't know...but I intend to find out," the Elf said, suspiscious as to why a human girl would have traveled out here, alone. She was unconscious, but breathing, and still slightly warmer than the rest of the group. He took out a blanket, and wrapped it around her to ensure she didn't freeze to death.
Legolas picked her up and then noticed her pack, or to him what resembled a pack, and handed it to Gimli, "Make yourself useful," he muttered, as he started off with this mysterious girl over his shoulder.
Halfway down the mountain, Legolas began wondering where this girl could have come from. She was considerably more attractive than most humans he'd met. Her hair was most unusual - dark and straight with an almost unnatural shade of red at the ends. He likened them to a flame lighting up the night sky. He would have assumed her royalty if not for her strange manner of dress. As far as he knew, the only women that wore pants were the Rangers, and this girl certainly was no Ranger. She was too fresh faced, and her skin far too smooth. He couldn't grasp why such an attractive human would be wearing such strange garb. Not to mention what she would be doing up on the mountain, so close to...
The Fellowship.
A spy for Saruman and Sauron? But why would they send a woman?? Perhaps because she'd be least suspect. Something in his heart told him to hold his haste in his judgment of this maiden, however his logic overpowered, and he fell back to speak with Aragorn.
"Mani naa ta, Legolas?" What is it, Legolas?
" Lle dele," I am worried
" About the girl?"
" Uma," Yes
"You think she is a spy, then?"
"I...I don't know. But to be safe, before we get to Moria, perhaps we should bind her hands, For the sake of the fellowship's safety," he stated
"I've never heard of an unconscious woman bring harm upon anyone, Legolas,"
"But she will not be unconscious for long, I fear,"
Aragorn sighed and glanced at the young girl draped limply over the Elf's shoulder. He'd known Legolas for quite some time, and knew more often than not that when the Elf had a sense of something, it was usually the wisest course of action to follow it. However...
"If we come across trouble she will have no way to defend herself. We do not yet know if she is a spy, and if she dies before we know such, her blood will be on our hands,"
If Legolas were anything but an Elf, Aragorn would have heard an exasperated sigh escape his lips. As it was, he only glanced at Aragorn, and then ahead of the Fellowship.
"I shall protect her until we know. But I still do not trust this stranger,"
Cold. She was so cold. Her head was pounding. Brianna slowly opened her eyes, and was greeted with such a brightness that she squeezed her eyes shut again. It was then that she realized she was being carried. She opened her eyes again, and forced herself to deal with the insanely bright snow that shone in her face.
" Hey! Hey, who the hell are you? Put me down!" she yelled, suddenly afraid of who these people were and why she was being carted off. She looked around to see where she was and realized her car was nowhere in sight. Just where the hell was she? And who in God's name were these people? She looked towards the one closest to her, who glanced at her quickly. Brianna was confused, if only because it looked like he'd just stepped out of a Ren festival. His long brown hair slightly veiled his eyes, but she could still glimpse the concern in his eyes. He then spoke, not to her, but to the man carrying her.
"TampaStop, Legolas. She's awake," As he said this, the one carrying her turned around to face the other. Brianna's head swam with the movement, and she tried her damndest not to pass out. Once her senses came back to her she looked ahead of her.
" HOLY SHIT! What the hell???" Bryn kicked the man carrying her in the stomach, in an effort to get away for the creature that had been behind him. She pushed away and promptly fell into the snow. As she tried to gain her footing, she looked up to the man she had just freed herself from.
" I would not move if I were you, milady," Said the man behind her, the one she had first seen, "Elven arrows can be quite deadly, and I can assure you Legolas will not miss his mark,"
Brianna wasn't about to just stand there and let him shoot her in the head. She looked up at the blond man, almost in resignation, and then took off. Legolas's eyes widened for a second, as he watched this girl run, knowing it could be her death. He then slid an arrow from it's quiver and took aim. Aragorn closed his eyes, and for a split second, prayed Legolas would miss. The child was obviously in great fear, and had no understanding of the quickness, nor precise aim characteristic of an Elf. He heard her scream, and looked towards where she'd run, expecting to see her lain out in the snow.
Legolas had taken aim, and pulled back on the bow, prepared to fire. However, a voice had echoed in his head. His own. He'd sworn to protect her until they'd proven she was indeed a spy. Elves did not break such promises, and though he was almost certain she was in league with Sauron and Saruman, he still could not fire. Instead he ran quickly and caught her by the arm. It hadn't been hard, as she had had to trek through the snow, whereas he could simply run on the surface of it. As she struggled against his grasp, he managed to get the rope around her wrists, and deftly secured it. As a precaution, he let out a bit of length and secured the other end to his waist.
"I can assure you no harm will come to you, so long as you are in my charge. But," and Legolas lowered his voice to reflect the sincerity and seriousness, "I would recommend you not try running off again. Caradhras is no place for anyone, much less a human female to get lost in. And I'll not let you go back to your masters to have us slaughtered," With that, he lifted her over his shoulder, and headed back towards the group. She fought against him for a good few hours, but his grasp on her was firm, and eventually she found herself to be too worn out to continue. As Bryn looked around at her captors, she began trying to look at the situation from an objective point of view. Legolas. Caradhras. She knew the names. How could she not? She'd only grown up dreaming about being carried off by the Elfin prince for ages, though not quite in the manner that this situation presented. And how many times had she dreamed of seeing the infamous pass in which she was now supposedly in? She shook her head. This was all nonsense. Was she really supposed to believe that she was being held captive by the Fellowship? And what was this comment that the supposed Legolas made about her masters? None of this made any sense. It couldn't be real. Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits...none of them really existed. She had to be hallucinating. She tried to think back to the last thing she remembered.
The accident.
That was it! She was hallucinating, or dreaming, or whatever it was you did when you were knocked out. She was imagining all of this. It made perfect sense. The book had been the last thing she'd seen, and now she was imagining all this. She almost let out a little giggle, but then thought twice about it. Hallucination or not, she didn't want to garner any more attention to herself than she already had. It may not have been real, but it FELT real, and that was all she needed as motivation. Until she woke up, she would just have to bide her time. She began studying her "companions" at great length, to see what her mind had come up with. Following right behind her Elfen captor, was who she could only assume was Aragorn. He looked as courageous as the book had portrayed him, and his eyes were soul searing. He looked at her in curiousity, and then made his way further back in the group to speak with an older man. Gandalf, she decided. They glanced at her a few times during their conversation, and Brianna had no doubt they were trying to figure out what to do with her. Not liking the idea of someone else deciding her fate, she focused her attention elsewhere. As she squinted, she saw the Dwarf, Gimli. He eyed her with caution, and yet intrigue. She felt as if she knew these characters, and smiled at him, remembering his future. He seemed a bit surprised, and didn't return the smile, but for him, it confirmed that she was no spy. As for the hobbits, she was't really sure who was who? She knew which one Pippin was, as he'd queried about her earlier. And from that, she could deduce which one was Merry. However, the other two, Sam and Frodo, she assumed...she wasn't sure which was which. She'd always likened Frodo to have dark hair, and if she were to go on that assumption, Frodo would be the one closer to where she was. But then again, who was to say that she'd assumed right? Brianna sighed as a strand of hair fell in front of her face. If this oaf of an elf wasn't careful, he'd end up dumping her right in the snow. Bryn wasn't so sure that that wasn't the idea. Legolas. This wasn't the Legolas she'd grown up reading about. In the book, he was kind, loyal, courageous...this guy was a flat out jerk.
"Hey, aren't you Elves supposed to be graceful or something?? I might as well be sitting in the back of a truck, for pete's sake," she grumbled in his ear, which she noticed, was indeed pointed.
"I'm not certain what a truck is, but I suggest you silence your tongue. You make enough noise to bring down another avalanche," he retorted. How dare this girl speak to him in this manner. He was doing her a favor by keeping her alive, much less carrying her all the way back down the mountain, "Perhaps if you were a bit lighter, you would be a bit more comfortable," he added.
"Legolas," Aragorn chided. He'd not seen his friend act like this, particularly towards a female. Legolas was usually chivalrous to a fault. However, Aragorn suspected he felt a threat in the girl, and that in turn he was acting less than tolerant. The man turned his attention back to Gandalf. He'd fallen back to speak with the wise wizard, after the girl had laid a piercing gaze on him. It had shaken him, as she'd seemingly gazed into his soul.
"Gandalf, this girl...do you know anything of her?"
"No, I'm afraid not,"
"She has a seer's gaze. When she looked into my eyes, it was as if she knew me. Perhaps she is an eye for Sauron?" he questioned. Perhaps this girl was indeed as dangerous as Legolas seemed to think.
"Highly unlikely. I sense no evil from the child. Merely fear. And a growing impatience with a certain Elf," he grinned. Gandalf knew this child was no spy. But he was also wise enough to know that Legolas needed to learn that for himself. A lesson in humility, perhaps. He surmised that the mines of Moria would be a quite enlightening, but dangerous journey.