Disclaimer: see the first chapter if you really, really, really want to
know.
Reminder: These '' (apostrophes) means the person speaking is talking in Sindarian or Quenya. " " (quotation marks) means common speech. :: :: (dottie things) means black speech.
Again, ~*~*~ means it is a dream sequence, and ~*~ means scene change.
A/N: First, this is the last one. Last, yes, there is a heck of a lot of Elvish. Other than that, I *welcome* constructive criticism.
Chapter 1
"Lachiel!" a firm but gentle voice floated to me on the wind.
I sighed, and pushed back the stray strands of black hair behind by ears.
"Stay," I told it, then began running.
"Lachielllll!" I shouted as I flew toward the whiteness amid the trees. "I am Lachiel, Daughter of the Leaping Flame!"
A tall figure stood in between thick tree trunks, ready to berate me.
"Lachiel," she began.
"Not now, mother!" I called back over my shoulder.
"Watch..." my mother shrieked in alarm.
WHAM! I ran into a tall, white pillar, and my mother ran up to me, gasping.
"Lachiel! Are you all right?!"
"Just kidding," I said, grinning cheekily. I pointed down near the bottom, where a greenish-brown stain the shape of my foot stood out.
'You've been hanging about those... those... those...' she flushed.
'Firrim*?' I supplied.
'Yes!' she shouted in my face.
"Ah," I said, grinning impishly. "You're right, I have!" I ducked a swipe of her spindly hand. "Though I don't see anything wrong with other humans!"
She sighed. "Sometimes," she began in exasperation, "sometimes, I just wish..." Suddenly she seemed too tired to go on. I ran up to catch her if she fell, but she flapped a pale hand at me and gave me a look that said, Go to your room. I obeyed the unspoken command.
~*~
I flopped down on my bed and stared at the high ceiling. It was the color of the evening sky, and I felt myself twirling into slumber.
~*~*~
I was running through the woods, running for a reason I did not know. But fear pulsed through me, urging me to run from an unspoken, unheard, unseen fear. Pounding footsteps behind me urged me to flee faster. If I had been walking, perhaps I would have noticed the oddly regular scuffing of the ground in front of me, but as it was, I did not until it was too late.
An entrapping set of long fingers fell heavily over my head and neck, but I thrashed against the bonds holding me captive. A short time passed, but the heavy restraints soon had me only struggling weakly. The net was pulled taut, and I fell weightily on the ground. My cheek was grinding in the dirt, my palms bloodied by the scraps of trying to hold myself from sliding. A blow landed at the base of my skull, followed by two more across the back of my head, and blackness swung into my vision.
~*~*~
I awoke sitting up, gasping, beads of sweat pouring into and stinging my pale-grey eyes.
I did not remember the entire dream, just snatches, only the weight of the ropes slung across my shoulders, holding me down to the land.
I pushed back my white sheets and ran silently out of my open, sunlit room, out into the open wild.
'Lachiel!' my mother called from the branches of one of the giant, white trees outside our home. 'Time to do your practice course!'
'Hiril**!' I cried back, 'Do I really have to just now? I'm tired!'
"From playing with your human friends," she retorted in Sindarian.
I grinned again; she had a funny habit of using my friends against me.
"Yes," I hollered back, just as loudly as I walked down the stairs and outside.
She sighed, audible from even where I was standing, and ran toward me. My face suddenly felt extraordinarily white as she advanced like a lion. I stood my ground and called out, 'O.K, I'll do it!' I ran past her as fast as I could to the trees.
I shot up the white trunk; hand over hand faster and faster as I heard my mother climbing up behind me. Finally, I reached the first rope. I grabbed it and let go of the tree, barely thinking of the ground hundreds of feet below me. I grinned in pure joy as I let go of the trunk, but it turned into a puzzled expression mixed with fear. I was falling.
* Mortals
** Lady, as in miss, or Mrs., not lady like old woman
A/N: Should Legolas catch her as she falls? Or some other mysterious person? Suggestions are welcome!
A/N: Yes, it *was* short, but the chapters will get longer, I promise. Now I believe that there is a little button that you can use to... *weird creepy voice* review for meeeeeee!!!!
Reminder: These '' (apostrophes) means the person speaking is talking in Sindarian or Quenya. " " (quotation marks) means common speech. :: :: (dottie things) means black speech.
Again, ~*~*~ means it is a dream sequence, and ~*~ means scene change.
A/N: First, this is the last one. Last, yes, there is a heck of a lot of Elvish. Other than that, I *welcome* constructive criticism.
Chapter 1
"Lachiel!" a firm but gentle voice floated to me on the wind.
I sighed, and pushed back the stray strands of black hair behind by ears.
"Stay," I told it, then began running.
"Lachielllll!" I shouted as I flew toward the whiteness amid the trees. "I am Lachiel, Daughter of the Leaping Flame!"
A tall figure stood in between thick tree trunks, ready to berate me.
"Lachiel," she began.
"Not now, mother!" I called back over my shoulder.
"Watch..." my mother shrieked in alarm.
WHAM! I ran into a tall, white pillar, and my mother ran up to me, gasping.
"Lachiel! Are you all right?!"
"Just kidding," I said, grinning cheekily. I pointed down near the bottom, where a greenish-brown stain the shape of my foot stood out.
'You've been hanging about those... those... those...' she flushed.
'Firrim*?' I supplied.
'Yes!' she shouted in my face.
"Ah," I said, grinning impishly. "You're right, I have!" I ducked a swipe of her spindly hand. "Though I don't see anything wrong with other humans!"
She sighed. "Sometimes," she began in exasperation, "sometimes, I just wish..." Suddenly she seemed too tired to go on. I ran up to catch her if she fell, but she flapped a pale hand at me and gave me a look that said, Go to your room. I obeyed the unspoken command.
~*~
I flopped down on my bed and stared at the high ceiling. It was the color of the evening sky, and I felt myself twirling into slumber.
~*~*~
I was running through the woods, running for a reason I did not know. But fear pulsed through me, urging me to run from an unspoken, unheard, unseen fear. Pounding footsteps behind me urged me to flee faster. If I had been walking, perhaps I would have noticed the oddly regular scuffing of the ground in front of me, but as it was, I did not until it was too late.
An entrapping set of long fingers fell heavily over my head and neck, but I thrashed against the bonds holding me captive. A short time passed, but the heavy restraints soon had me only struggling weakly. The net was pulled taut, and I fell weightily on the ground. My cheek was grinding in the dirt, my palms bloodied by the scraps of trying to hold myself from sliding. A blow landed at the base of my skull, followed by two more across the back of my head, and blackness swung into my vision.
~*~*~
I awoke sitting up, gasping, beads of sweat pouring into and stinging my pale-grey eyes.
I did not remember the entire dream, just snatches, only the weight of the ropes slung across my shoulders, holding me down to the land.
I pushed back my white sheets and ran silently out of my open, sunlit room, out into the open wild.
'Lachiel!' my mother called from the branches of one of the giant, white trees outside our home. 'Time to do your practice course!'
'Hiril**!' I cried back, 'Do I really have to just now? I'm tired!'
"From playing with your human friends," she retorted in Sindarian.
I grinned again; she had a funny habit of using my friends against me.
"Yes," I hollered back, just as loudly as I walked down the stairs and outside.
She sighed, audible from even where I was standing, and ran toward me. My face suddenly felt extraordinarily white as she advanced like a lion. I stood my ground and called out, 'O.K, I'll do it!' I ran past her as fast as I could to the trees.
I shot up the white trunk; hand over hand faster and faster as I heard my mother climbing up behind me. Finally, I reached the first rope. I grabbed it and let go of the tree, barely thinking of the ground hundreds of feet below me. I grinned in pure joy as I let go of the trunk, but it turned into a puzzled expression mixed with fear. I was falling.
* Mortals
** Lady, as in miss, or Mrs., not lady like old woman
A/N: Should Legolas catch her as she falls? Or some other mysterious person? Suggestions are welcome!
A/N: Yes, it *was* short, but the chapters will get longer, I promise. Now I believe that there is a little button that you can use to... *weird creepy voice* review for meeeeeee!!!!