~~* Sadly. I am not the great Tolkien. * tear * I do own Eámanë though,
and this gorgeous stranger. Yes indeed.. he is mine! * grabs him and hold
on tight. * Wait till you see his description YUUUUUM!*~~
Another twig cracked, closer this time. There was no denying,
whatever it was, and it would start tweeting a song anytime soon.
Noiselessly, she withdrew her father's sword from the almost invisible
sheath beneath her cloak. Whatever was coming, she was ready for it.
Like a shadow, she slinked to the side of the room, sword in hand, and
waited. Another twig snapped outside the door, just before a hand
opened it. The stranger crept in, the sunlight dancing off his golden
hair, giving him an angelic glow.
'One more step.' she thought to herself. Once he took that step, she
was behind him, holding the sword to his slim white neck.
"Men traveling alone really should not walk into someone's house
uninvited." She snarled in his ear. When he tried to flip her over
his shoulder, she spun around, a swirl of velvet, and knocked his feet
from under him. He landed on his back with a harsh thud. Pointing
the tip of the sword to the hollow of his neck, she dared him to move
with an icy glare.
He glared back for a moment, before barking out a hearty laugh,
and flashing her a soft, easy smile. "The old boy was right after all!" He grinned. "Feisty was an understatement though." His voice was a soft caress on her ears.
"I was wrong, there was an animal outside my door. Maybe I should
skin it." She applied slight pressure to his neck with the sword tip.
"Hey now! I'm not an animal, not out of bed anyway. I come in
peace!" He held up his hands in surrender.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"Armolas Greenleaf at your service madam." He grinned again. That
grin was very contagious, much like her father's, and that bothered
her. She couldn't decide which to do, gut this elf, or smile back.
"Now tell me why I should care." She dared him.
"Okay. I take it your still angry about earlier." Armolas said
sheepishly.
"Whatever gave you THAT idea?" she snapped, applying more pressure to
the sword.
"I'm sorry!" he squeaked, eyeing the sword warily. "Can't we talk
about this? How about we go back to Bree and have a couple of pints
and some food?"
"How can I be sure you'll talk and not try to kill me again?"
"I never tried to kill you!" he protested.
"Your threat was still clear enough. Give me one good reason not to
slice that pretty little neck of yours, and then we'll talk." She made
slicing motions just a breath above his neck.
"Your father sent me with a message for you!" Armolas yelled in a
panic. Eámanë pulled the sword back suddenly, shocked.
"My father has been dead for 1350 year, you said so yourself. How
could he have sent a message to me?" She asked, pointing the sword at
him again.
"You are one hard lady to find. I've been looking for you since the
war that took your father ended. That is a long time to look for one
girl, and this is the reception I get!"
"You insulted me from the first repulsive words out of your mouth.
What did you expect me to do, welcome you with open arms and a kiss?"
"I wouldn't have objected." He shrugged.
"If I were you, I sure as hell wouldn't be cracking jokes elf boy."
She snapped, forcing the sword against his skin again.
"Alright! All right! I apologize! I just wanted to test you back
there. Your father told me you were a tough little thing, he never
mentioned you could knock a warrior flat on his back!"
"I was only 650 years old when he died. I couldn't knock a dog down
to its knees. I've grown." She said, offering him a hand up. He
accepted it, and she hauled him to his feet roughly before sheathing
the sword and plopping in a nearby chair.
"Thanks." Armolas sighed with relief.
"Whatever! Now. Daddy sent me a message?" She looked at him, pleading
that this wasn't some cruel joke.
"Several actually m'lady. I can only give you some of them now, but
they will all come out in due time. First, he said that he loved you
with all of his heart and soul. He also said that he was sorry that
he wouldn't be able to take you on that picnic."
"Did he say anything else?" She asked, blinking back tears.
"That is all for now. Do you trust me?" He asked staring at her.
"What?" She looked at him in surprise.
"Do you trust me?" he repeated.
"Should I?" she asked him defiantly.
"It would be beneficial, seeing as in a matter of weeks, not only will
our lives depend on that trust, but possibly the lives of hundreds, if
not thousands, of others."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"All in due time princess. Do you trust me?" he pushed.
"I . I. I suppose I do." She admitted ignoring the princess comment.
"Good, then we can be on our way!" He jumped to his feet and looked
at her expectantly.
"You think I will just jump up and follow you to the ends of Middle
Earth, don't you?"
"No. We aren't going to the ends of Middle Earth. We are only going
back into Bree to get supplies." He grinned at her.
"And then."
"And then we will be headed to the ends of Middle Earth." He kept
grinning at her.
~~~* There she is, another chapter done. What did yall think? I can
see no one is reviewing as of yet, but this is also old stuff. New
stuff soon, I promise. Hey Megs. I will have a pounce scene very
soon.*~~~
Another twig cracked, closer this time. There was no denying,
whatever it was, and it would start tweeting a song anytime soon.
Noiselessly, she withdrew her father's sword from the almost invisible
sheath beneath her cloak. Whatever was coming, she was ready for it.
Like a shadow, she slinked to the side of the room, sword in hand, and
waited. Another twig snapped outside the door, just before a hand
opened it. The stranger crept in, the sunlight dancing off his golden
hair, giving him an angelic glow.
'One more step.' she thought to herself. Once he took that step, she
was behind him, holding the sword to his slim white neck.
"Men traveling alone really should not walk into someone's house
uninvited." She snarled in his ear. When he tried to flip her over
his shoulder, she spun around, a swirl of velvet, and knocked his feet
from under him. He landed on his back with a harsh thud. Pointing
the tip of the sword to the hollow of his neck, she dared him to move
with an icy glare.
He glared back for a moment, before barking out a hearty laugh,
and flashing her a soft, easy smile. "The old boy was right after all!" He grinned. "Feisty was an understatement though." His voice was a soft caress on her ears.
"I was wrong, there was an animal outside my door. Maybe I should
skin it." She applied slight pressure to his neck with the sword tip.
"Hey now! I'm not an animal, not out of bed anyway. I come in
peace!" He held up his hands in surrender.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"Armolas Greenleaf at your service madam." He grinned again. That
grin was very contagious, much like her father's, and that bothered
her. She couldn't decide which to do, gut this elf, or smile back.
"Now tell me why I should care." She dared him.
"Okay. I take it your still angry about earlier." Armolas said
sheepishly.
"Whatever gave you THAT idea?" she snapped, applying more pressure to
the sword.
"I'm sorry!" he squeaked, eyeing the sword warily. "Can't we talk
about this? How about we go back to Bree and have a couple of pints
and some food?"
"How can I be sure you'll talk and not try to kill me again?"
"I never tried to kill you!" he protested.
"Your threat was still clear enough. Give me one good reason not to
slice that pretty little neck of yours, and then we'll talk." She made
slicing motions just a breath above his neck.
"Your father sent me with a message for you!" Armolas yelled in a
panic. Eámanë pulled the sword back suddenly, shocked.
"My father has been dead for 1350 year, you said so yourself. How
could he have sent a message to me?" She asked, pointing the sword at
him again.
"You are one hard lady to find. I've been looking for you since the
war that took your father ended. That is a long time to look for one
girl, and this is the reception I get!"
"You insulted me from the first repulsive words out of your mouth.
What did you expect me to do, welcome you with open arms and a kiss?"
"I wouldn't have objected." He shrugged.
"If I were you, I sure as hell wouldn't be cracking jokes elf boy."
She snapped, forcing the sword against his skin again.
"Alright! All right! I apologize! I just wanted to test you back
there. Your father told me you were a tough little thing, he never
mentioned you could knock a warrior flat on his back!"
"I was only 650 years old when he died. I couldn't knock a dog down
to its knees. I've grown." She said, offering him a hand up. He
accepted it, and she hauled him to his feet roughly before sheathing
the sword and plopping in a nearby chair.
"Thanks." Armolas sighed with relief.
"Whatever! Now. Daddy sent me a message?" She looked at him, pleading
that this wasn't some cruel joke.
"Several actually m'lady. I can only give you some of them now, but
they will all come out in due time. First, he said that he loved you
with all of his heart and soul. He also said that he was sorry that
he wouldn't be able to take you on that picnic."
"Did he say anything else?" She asked, blinking back tears.
"That is all for now. Do you trust me?" He asked staring at her.
"What?" She looked at him in surprise.
"Do you trust me?" he repeated.
"Should I?" she asked him defiantly.
"It would be beneficial, seeing as in a matter of weeks, not only will
our lives depend on that trust, but possibly the lives of hundreds, if
not thousands, of others."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"All in due time princess. Do you trust me?" he pushed.
"I . I. I suppose I do." She admitted ignoring the princess comment.
"Good, then we can be on our way!" He jumped to his feet and looked
at her expectantly.
"You think I will just jump up and follow you to the ends of Middle
Earth, don't you?"
"No. We aren't going to the ends of Middle Earth. We are only going
back into Bree to get supplies." He grinned at her.
"And then."
"And then we will be headed to the ends of Middle Earth." He kept
grinning at her.
~~~* There she is, another chapter done. What did yall think? I can
see no one is reviewing as of yet, but this is also old stuff. New
stuff soon, I promise. Hey Megs. I will have a pounce scene very
soon.*~~~
