Hi, people. I'm a new author, so I need suggestions and feedback. Of
course, if you're Twisted Fool or Fire Pendant I get that already whether I
want to or not. I'm kidding. Lady Pheonix Star, if you mess up Marina any
more, I honestly will kill you!!!! Lol.
To everyone else, I really hope you enjoy this. Also, about Daedel.he was Thranduil's youngest brother (I made this up, it's not real) and he betrayed Mirkwood and was exiled, to make a long story short.
Disclaimer: I do not own Middle-Earth or any of Tolkien's work in any way. However, Mellonia, Celeloth, Daedel, Lingiliath, and Melyanna are mine, and I would like you to please ask if you would ever want to use them. As if you ever would, but just in case.
You know, I really hate that stuff!!! It makes me sound so mature, and guess what?? I'm SO not! On with the story! Hope you like it, and review, please.
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"Come on," Melyanna coaxed Mellonia. "Dartho, you can make it, mellon nin!"
The black panther following her shook her head in almost a human way, and whined softly.
"Damn," Melyanna hissed, running over to Mellonia. "I've used too much strength already." she crouched beside her friend and the hand that gently brushed a long slash down the panther's side glowed white. The slash's bleeding slowed, and then stopped. The cut knit itself closed, and then there was no wound. Melyanna stumbled and dropped to her knees; healing tired her if she were exhausted already. If only I wasn't tired, I could heal without losing energy, Melyanna thought regretfully as she slowly got to her feet. She swayed as her keen elven ears heard the pursuing orcs come closer. She stumbled over a rock as she tried to run and warn Mellonia at the same time (A/N: Clumsy, isn't she?), and it took precious seconds to drag herself up again. By this time, Mellonia's velvety black ears had heard the orcs, too, and she took off, a sleek black shadow shooting through the tall grasses of.wherever they were. Melyanna followed as quickly as possible.
She darted through the grass taller than her head, feeling more scared than she had ever felt in her 92 years. An arrow whistled by, it's fletching brushing her neck. How can anyone shoot in here?! Her mind screamed as she ran still faster. As another arrow crossed her path, she cursed her own stupidity. They chased us in here on purpose, there are orc archers hidden in the grass. They're shooting randomly, so I can't make much noise, else they'll hear me. Oh terrific.I hope Mellonia is all right.
Raven black hair streamed behind her as she ran, blue eyes filled with determination. Many called Melyanna too thin. Her long, slim fingers curled around an elven bow that looked too big for her to bend, while a quiver full of white fletched arrows was strapped to her back. A small, sharp knife inscribed with elven runes hung at her belt. Light shoes shod her feet, and her step was light and swift. Rosebud lips that liked to smile were now pressed into a thin line. Pointed ears were delicate, and fragile looking. All in all, she could have been Arwen Evenstar's younger sister. Her hair was darker, her eyes were a bright sparkling blue, and her face was more heart-shaped, but there was no denying that Melyanna and Arwen looked very much alike.
Small wonder, she thought, lips twisting in a wry smile. Not many knew that Celebrian had a sister, much less that the sister had a daughter. Thinking of her mother, a shadow passed over her face. Galadriel, Celeborn, Elrond, Legolas, Thranduil. none knew that Melyanna existed. No one knew what happened after Celeloth was abducted after riding outside of the Golden Wood.but Melyanna did.
She knew that Celeloth was captured by Daedel, who was riding in the same area after his exile. She knew that Celeloth was raped. She knew that a child had been conceived of that rape. And she knew that "child" was her.
Daedel, her mind screamed at the name. Your father, the traitorous part of her head cackled.
"No." The word slipped from her mouth before she could stop it. Yes, the voice insisted, whispering back to her. Accept it. She shook her head, she would never accept that, and set her mind on what had happened next; Daedel was a topic that was never welcome in her mind.
Celeloth had found out that Daedel planned to take over Mirkwood. She pleaded with him. In a blind rage, he'd meant to frighten her by cutting off her air for a few seconds. He had "frightened" her too long.she had died without ever seeing the bright shores of Valinor, the Golden Wood, her mother, father, sister, or daughter again.
Melyanna had run off, while Daedel was asleep, by bribing the guards. She'd found a cave.and an elf, who called himself Lingiliath. She'd been 72 then. Lingiliath had taken care of her, taught her how to shoot and fight. Melyanna trusted him, and kept nothing about her past from him. They'd found a half-drowned panther cub that they raised, and named "Mellonia" after two elvish words: mellon nin. My friend. Thinking of Mellonia, Melyanna smiled. "Dartho, I'm coming," she whispered.
All of a sudden, there was no more grass to run through. Melyanna blinked as the sun hit her eyes that had been shielded by the grass' shadows. As the sunspots cleared from her eyes, she gulped. Elven archers dotted the trees in the woods ahead, and half of them had tense bows trained on Mellonia.
"Don't!" Melyanna screamed. "Iston you feel hostile about wild animals, but she isn't wild exactly, but...not tame exactly either...." She shook her head in frustration. She was surprised when she heard a light laugh.
"She sounds as you do when you try to explain the impossible, Estel," an elf smiled as he stepped out of the woods. An annoyed voice answered him.
"I'm sure," it said sourly, "that she has a much better reason."
Melyanna didn't hear the rest. Her head swam as adrenaline rushed away, and fatigue took its place. Then all she knew was blackness.
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Legolas watched as the elf that had defended the panther suddenly drop to the ground. He also saw the panther leap towards her, and without thinking, he loosed his nocked arrow. But the impossible happened, and the cat dodged. Legolas blinked in surprise. His whole body tensed as the cat ran up to the elf.and gently licked her face.
Ok! I hope you people like that chapter, and if you didn't I'm really sorry. But review anyways, ok? I need to know what you think of this fic, and if I should continue it. Thanks! ~*Water's Angel*~
To everyone else, I really hope you enjoy this. Also, about Daedel.he was Thranduil's youngest brother (I made this up, it's not real) and he betrayed Mirkwood and was exiled, to make a long story short.
Disclaimer: I do not own Middle-Earth or any of Tolkien's work in any way. However, Mellonia, Celeloth, Daedel, Lingiliath, and Melyanna are mine, and I would like you to please ask if you would ever want to use them. As if you ever would, but just in case.
You know, I really hate that stuff!!! It makes me sound so mature, and guess what?? I'm SO not! On with the story! Hope you like it, and review, please.
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"Come on," Melyanna coaxed Mellonia. "Dartho, you can make it, mellon nin!"
The black panther following her shook her head in almost a human way, and whined softly.
"Damn," Melyanna hissed, running over to Mellonia. "I've used too much strength already." she crouched beside her friend and the hand that gently brushed a long slash down the panther's side glowed white. The slash's bleeding slowed, and then stopped. The cut knit itself closed, and then there was no wound. Melyanna stumbled and dropped to her knees; healing tired her if she were exhausted already. If only I wasn't tired, I could heal without losing energy, Melyanna thought regretfully as she slowly got to her feet. She swayed as her keen elven ears heard the pursuing orcs come closer. She stumbled over a rock as she tried to run and warn Mellonia at the same time (A/N: Clumsy, isn't she?), and it took precious seconds to drag herself up again. By this time, Mellonia's velvety black ears had heard the orcs, too, and she took off, a sleek black shadow shooting through the tall grasses of.wherever they were. Melyanna followed as quickly as possible.
She darted through the grass taller than her head, feeling more scared than she had ever felt in her 92 years. An arrow whistled by, it's fletching brushing her neck. How can anyone shoot in here?! Her mind screamed as she ran still faster. As another arrow crossed her path, she cursed her own stupidity. They chased us in here on purpose, there are orc archers hidden in the grass. They're shooting randomly, so I can't make much noise, else they'll hear me. Oh terrific.I hope Mellonia is all right.
Raven black hair streamed behind her as she ran, blue eyes filled with determination. Many called Melyanna too thin. Her long, slim fingers curled around an elven bow that looked too big for her to bend, while a quiver full of white fletched arrows was strapped to her back. A small, sharp knife inscribed with elven runes hung at her belt. Light shoes shod her feet, and her step was light and swift. Rosebud lips that liked to smile were now pressed into a thin line. Pointed ears were delicate, and fragile looking. All in all, she could have been Arwen Evenstar's younger sister. Her hair was darker, her eyes were a bright sparkling blue, and her face was more heart-shaped, but there was no denying that Melyanna and Arwen looked very much alike.
Small wonder, she thought, lips twisting in a wry smile. Not many knew that Celebrian had a sister, much less that the sister had a daughter. Thinking of her mother, a shadow passed over her face. Galadriel, Celeborn, Elrond, Legolas, Thranduil. none knew that Melyanna existed. No one knew what happened after Celeloth was abducted after riding outside of the Golden Wood.but Melyanna did.
She knew that Celeloth was captured by Daedel, who was riding in the same area after his exile. She knew that Celeloth was raped. She knew that a child had been conceived of that rape. And she knew that "child" was her.
Daedel, her mind screamed at the name. Your father, the traitorous part of her head cackled.
"No." The word slipped from her mouth before she could stop it. Yes, the voice insisted, whispering back to her. Accept it. She shook her head, she would never accept that, and set her mind on what had happened next; Daedel was a topic that was never welcome in her mind.
Celeloth had found out that Daedel planned to take over Mirkwood. She pleaded with him. In a blind rage, he'd meant to frighten her by cutting off her air for a few seconds. He had "frightened" her too long.she had died without ever seeing the bright shores of Valinor, the Golden Wood, her mother, father, sister, or daughter again.
Melyanna had run off, while Daedel was asleep, by bribing the guards. She'd found a cave.and an elf, who called himself Lingiliath. She'd been 72 then. Lingiliath had taken care of her, taught her how to shoot and fight. Melyanna trusted him, and kept nothing about her past from him. They'd found a half-drowned panther cub that they raised, and named "Mellonia" after two elvish words: mellon nin. My friend. Thinking of Mellonia, Melyanna smiled. "Dartho, I'm coming," she whispered.
All of a sudden, there was no more grass to run through. Melyanna blinked as the sun hit her eyes that had been shielded by the grass' shadows. As the sunspots cleared from her eyes, she gulped. Elven archers dotted the trees in the woods ahead, and half of them had tense bows trained on Mellonia.
"Don't!" Melyanna screamed. "Iston you feel hostile about wild animals, but she isn't wild exactly, but...not tame exactly either...." She shook her head in frustration. She was surprised when she heard a light laugh.
"She sounds as you do when you try to explain the impossible, Estel," an elf smiled as he stepped out of the woods. An annoyed voice answered him.
"I'm sure," it said sourly, "that she has a much better reason."
Melyanna didn't hear the rest. Her head swam as adrenaline rushed away, and fatigue took its place. Then all she knew was blackness.
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Legolas watched as the elf that had defended the panther suddenly drop to the ground. He also saw the panther leap towards her, and without thinking, he loosed his nocked arrow. But the impossible happened, and the cat dodged. Legolas blinked in surprise. His whole body tensed as the cat ran up to the elf.and gently licked her face.
Ok! I hope you people like that chapter, and if you didn't I'm really sorry. But review anyways, ok? I need to know what you think of this fic, and if I should continue it. Thanks! ~*Water's Angel*~