To the Reviewers:
Eclipse: I wouldn't call myself a genius. I was just personally fed up with Mary Sues. No, Lorenia was mine because ff.net would probably delete me if I used someone else's character in my story and bashed them. Believe me; I'm not proud of owning her.
Oinge: Excuse me, what was that website again. I tried going there but my computer couldn't find the page. Could you perhaps post the address again and then I could retry it.
Bonnie: Glad you enjoyed it. No worries, I definitely will not have myself fall in love with ANY of the characters. No love relationships!
Shadow Tears: Well, well, well, isn't someone a little on the touchy side. I told you in a nice review that I was sorry if my first review made you feel bad. My gosh, you really must have some issues to have my comments offend you so much. Actually, I do wish they had a category called 'stupid dumb useless crap.' That would then occupy most of my time.
The Milkman: Thanks to all the NICE reviewers and maybe I'll get more. Hint hint nudge nudge. Oh by the way. I do burst into fits of random Elvish so the whole talking in Elvish during the last chapter makes perfect sense.
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Sunshine flooded the small clearing just outside Mirkwood. A small girl was lying in a heap in a patch of dry wild flowers. Her blonde hair reflected the glow of the warm sun. She was dressed in a strange array of clothing, with dark navy leggings and a tight tunic of a bright pink color.Her eyes were closed and she was unmoving except for the steady rise and fall of her chest. The girl was, overall, extremely beautiful.
Moments later, four white horses sped through the thickets of the forest. Atop one of them was the noble prince of Mirkwood, his eyes bright. He had of course seen the mysterious lump and ordered his entourage to halt. Gracefully, he leapt from his steed and approached the girl. Her eyes fluttered open at once, revealing them to be a pure violet color. She was startled but was quickly relieved for reasons unbeknownst to the young prince.
"Hello," she said coolly. Her voice was dripping with honey and sugar so sweet it would make a rock cringe.
Legolas stopped in his tracks and stared down at the girl. Something was wrong about her.
"What's your name?" the girl asked, trying to sound innocent and lost, "I'm Mary and I'm lost."
Legolas remained silent and unmoving. Who was this 'Mary'? What was her motive? The girl stared up at Legolas, dumbly waiting for an answer.
"My lord, I fear we should not attempt to communicate with . . . her . . ." stated one in Legolas's party.
The prince turned back around.
"You are correct, dear friend. I had not the intentions of doing so," he responded, quite a bit relieved.
Suddenly, approaching footsteps made all four Elves turn and ready their bows. Tall weeds trembled as if someone were trying to break through them. Finally, something did. It was another girl, yet she was much unlike the one on the ground. Her messy brown hair was littered with an assortment of twigs, leaves, and mud while grime covered her face, hands, and clothing. Her adornment consisted of a dark cloak with a black tunic and brown leggings with heavy boots. A belt was strapped across her waist; a sword latched to one side and a throwing knife on the other.
The girl panted for a moment before spying the other young woman on the ground, at which her eyes went wide. Her hand went to her belt and took out the throwing knife. The four Elves did nothing and only watched in utmost confusion whilst the girl launched the knife at the young woman on the ground that shrieked and ducked to the side. With a cry of anguish, the girl grabbed her sword and ran at the other in an attempt to run it through her. The young woman got to her feet and evaded the attack being much more animated, having not been running for five days straight. She dodged the assaults easily until the girl sheathed her sword and drew a bow and arrow from her back. The young woman halted and froze in terror as the girl released the dart into the young woman's stomach. The young woman gripped at the arrow and keeled over.
With a sigh of relief, the girl placed the bow on her back and stooped over to pick up her dagger from the ground. Turning back to the party of confused Elves, she placed a hand on her chest and then ran back through the weeds from whence she had come.
Legolas backed up slowly and saddled himself onto his horse.
"I know not what has just taken place before us, yet I know that it has been the work of an evil force stronger than us. We ride to Imladris with more haste than we set out with. The threat of the enemy grows stronger as we speak," he announced before raising a hand to signal direction. His men followed their prince dutifully but with much perplexity.
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Charles the Review Button: Hello. My name is Charles. I like surfing, drinking, and re-painting wood furniture. I might be the one for you! Drop me a line with the button below!
The Almighty Disclaimer of Doom: I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor any of its characters, nor any part of the plot. If you have heard otherwise, you have been misinformed.
Eclipse: I wouldn't call myself a genius. I was just personally fed up with Mary Sues. No, Lorenia was mine because ff.net would probably delete me if I used someone else's character in my story and bashed them. Believe me; I'm not proud of owning her.
Oinge: Excuse me, what was that website again. I tried going there but my computer couldn't find the page. Could you perhaps post the address again and then I could retry it.
Bonnie: Glad you enjoyed it. No worries, I definitely will not have myself fall in love with ANY of the characters. No love relationships!
Shadow Tears: Well, well, well, isn't someone a little on the touchy side. I told you in a nice review that I was sorry if my first review made you feel bad. My gosh, you really must have some issues to have my comments offend you so much. Actually, I do wish they had a category called 'stupid dumb useless crap.' That would then occupy most of my time.
The Milkman: Thanks to all the NICE reviewers and maybe I'll get more. Hint hint nudge nudge. Oh by the way. I do burst into fits of random Elvish so the whole talking in Elvish during the last chapter makes perfect sense.
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Sunshine flooded the small clearing just outside Mirkwood. A small girl was lying in a heap in a patch of dry wild flowers. Her blonde hair reflected the glow of the warm sun. She was dressed in a strange array of clothing, with dark navy leggings and a tight tunic of a bright pink color.Her eyes were closed and she was unmoving except for the steady rise and fall of her chest. The girl was, overall, extremely beautiful.
Moments later, four white horses sped through the thickets of the forest. Atop one of them was the noble prince of Mirkwood, his eyes bright. He had of course seen the mysterious lump and ordered his entourage to halt. Gracefully, he leapt from his steed and approached the girl. Her eyes fluttered open at once, revealing them to be a pure violet color. She was startled but was quickly relieved for reasons unbeknownst to the young prince.
"Hello," she said coolly. Her voice was dripping with honey and sugar so sweet it would make a rock cringe.
Legolas stopped in his tracks and stared down at the girl. Something was wrong about her.
"What's your name?" the girl asked, trying to sound innocent and lost, "I'm Mary and I'm lost."
Legolas remained silent and unmoving. Who was this 'Mary'? What was her motive? The girl stared up at Legolas, dumbly waiting for an answer.
"My lord, I fear we should not attempt to communicate with . . . her . . ." stated one in Legolas's party.
The prince turned back around.
"You are correct, dear friend. I had not the intentions of doing so," he responded, quite a bit relieved.
Suddenly, approaching footsteps made all four Elves turn and ready their bows. Tall weeds trembled as if someone were trying to break through them. Finally, something did. It was another girl, yet she was much unlike the one on the ground. Her messy brown hair was littered with an assortment of twigs, leaves, and mud while grime covered her face, hands, and clothing. Her adornment consisted of a dark cloak with a black tunic and brown leggings with heavy boots. A belt was strapped across her waist; a sword latched to one side and a throwing knife on the other.
The girl panted for a moment before spying the other young woman on the ground, at which her eyes went wide. Her hand went to her belt and took out the throwing knife. The four Elves did nothing and only watched in utmost confusion whilst the girl launched the knife at the young woman on the ground that shrieked and ducked to the side. With a cry of anguish, the girl grabbed her sword and ran at the other in an attempt to run it through her. The young woman got to her feet and evaded the attack being much more animated, having not been running for five days straight. She dodged the assaults easily until the girl sheathed her sword and drew a bow and arrow from her back. The young woman halted and froze in terror as the girl released the dart into the young woman's stomach. The young woman gripped at the arrow and keeled over.
With a sigh of relief, the girl placed the bow on her back and stooped over to pick up her dagger from the ground. Turning back to the party of confused Elves, she placed a hand on her chest and then ran back through the weeds from whence she had come.
Legolas backed up slowly and saddled himself onto his horse.
"I know not what has just taken place before us, yet I know that it has been the work of an evil force stronger than us. We ride to Imladris with more haste than we set out with. The threat of the enemy grows stronger as we speak," he announced before raising a hand to signal direction. His men followed their prince dutifully but with much perplexity.
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Charles the Review Button: Hello. My name is Charles. I like surfing, drinking, and re-painting wood furniture. I might be the one for you! Drop me a line with the button below!
The Almighty Disclaimer of Doom: I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor any of its characters, nor any part of the plot. If you have heard otherwise, you have been misinformed.
