Story Title: LOTR: Legend of the White Owl
Premise: Takes place after LOTR Book2: The Two Towers and before the third book.
Spoilers: LOTR, both the book and movie versions.
Disclaimer: It's intended to be light romance and adventure. There may be some scenes of an adult nature. This story is in progress and may be edited at anytime.
Credit: Tolkein owns the original story, all characters, places and languages etc. The plot is mine. Steal or post this without my permission and you are breaking the law. This story has been read and reviewed during creation and therefore undoubtedly my own. Any similarities between my own created characters are not intended and completely coincidental.
Feedback: Please feel free to provide feedback and constructive criticism. However do not expect me to change an entire story because of a comment or two.
Chapter 2: The King
I bypassed the front door and entered through the kitchen at the side of the building through the garden. The kitchen hands looked up from their chopping startled as the door flung open. When they saw who it was they resumed their duties. Mrs Clay, the rotund cook wandered in from the pantry to see what the interruption was. "Miss Sheya what would you like for your breakfast this morning, I have some nice plump pork sausages just come in from the smoke house." She looked at me lowering her eyebrows in an attempt to get a better look at me "My goodness child you are dripping wet and as red as a beet. Are you ill? Should I call for the healer?" Mrs Clay had been the cook at the castle since I was a small child. It was Mrs Clay that I had run to for comfort with every small scrape and hurt as a child. It was Mrs Clay that ran the day to day life of the castle, there was not a single secret that she had not had whispered in her ear from someone looking for advice.
I shook my head at her "No breakfast today, we have visitors" I watched her smile fade "and besides my dear Mrs Clay I am hardly a child any longer and I am wet from the rain and flushed from running to avoid getting even more soaked." I hugged Mrs Clay and started up the servant stairs "You should change before seeing your father." She called after me. She added. "And a lady you might be but I have kept a sticky bun for you." I stopped. Mrs Clay had always healed those scrapes and hurts with a cuddle and a deliciously syrupy sticky bun stuffed with sultanas and nuts. She knew she had me and I ran back down the stairs taking the sticky sweet bun and hugging Mrs Clay again. I grinned at her and raced back up the stairs. I knew that if I had of looked back I would have seen Mrs Clay standing at the bottom of the stairs, hands on hips shaking her head. I also knew that she would be smiling and thinking to herself 'You can make a princess out of a child, but you can never take the child out of a princess.' A favourite saying of hers that I had heard many times over the years.
Stuffing the last bit of bun into my mouth I pushed through the door into the King's antechamber. He was seated with his back towards me reading what I assumed was the note from Gandolf. "Just place the tray on the table thank you." he murmured, engrossed in the note. "Father it's me." I exclaimed. He spun around to look at me, staring. "Sheya you are a lady now, you should be entering my chambers via the front door, not sneaking around the servant corridors." Like a good daughter I bowed my head. "Sorry father." I could almost feel him smile. I looked up at him. "Sorry Sheya. I am a little grumpy today, and how am I ever going to find you a husband with you running around like that?" It was my turn to be amused and I smiled at him. "DO not fret father, I don't need a husband." He grinned despite the many arguments we had had about this topic. "It seems that Gandolf the Wizard has come to visit, there will be a celebratory feast tonight. Do you think you and Mrs Clay can arrange it all at such short notice?" he enquired. "Of course father." I replied sitting down at his feet on the footstool.
The king sighed. "I know you wish to be present to hear what Gandolf has to say, but in his note he mentions that he has with him an elf, a dwarf and Aragorn, true heir of Gondor." I rolled my eyes at my father knowing where this was headed "And young lady" he said to me sternly "you will not be seen until the feast where you can be introduced formally. I have arranged for the seamstress to make you a new gown. You are expected in her room before midmorning." He looked at my upraised eyes. Taking my chin in his hand and tilting my head to look into his eyes. "Please my dear, it is time now for you to be seen as lady of the castle and heir to Callandin. You are even more beautiful than your mother was. It is time for the world to see the lady that is hiding behind the child." I gulped at the mention of my mother who had died of the fever when I was 3. I sighed in resignation. "Of course father, I will stay out of sight until the feast and I will behave myself." He smiled and released my chin patting me on the head. "I swear Sheya you should have been a boy." I looked at him questioningly. He laughed. "At least then I would not have to scold you for showing up to my chambers in riding breeches and dirt smudged on your face. You don't need to inspect the stables and walk the walls every morning". I smiled and stood up, dropping a low curtsey as I turned to leave. My father grasped my arm and pulled me to him for a hug. He released me and pushed me towards the door a tear in his eye. As I closed the door behind me, startling the guard, I heard him muttering "Headstrong just like her mother."
Premise: Takes place after LOTR Book2: The Two Towers and before the third book.
Spoilers: LOTR, both the book and movie versions.
Disclaimer: It's intended to be light romance and adventure. There may be some scenes of an adult nature. This story is in progress and may be edited at anytime.
Credit: Tolkein owns the original story, all characters, places and languages etc. The plot is mine. Steal or post this without my permission and you are breaking the law. This story has been read and reviewed during creation and therefore undoubtedly my own. Any similarities between my own created characters are not intended and completely coincidental.
Feedback: Please feel free to provide feedback and constructive criticism. However do not expect me to change an entire story because of a comment or two.
Chapter 2: The King
I bypassed the front door and entered through the kitchen at the side of the building through the garden. The kitchen hands looked up from their chopping startled as the door flung open. When they saw who it was they resumed their duties. Mrs Clay, the rotund cook wandered in from the pantry to see what the interruption was. "Miss Sheya what would you like for your breakfast this morning, I have some nice plump pork sausages just come in from the smoke house." She looked at me lowering her eyebrows in an attempt to get a better look at me "My goodness child you are dripping wet and as red as a beet. Are you ill? Should I call for the healer?" Mrs Clay had been the cook at the castle since I was a small child. It was Mrs Clay that I had run to for comfort with every small scrape and hurt as a child. It was Mrs Clay that ran the day to day life of the castle, there was not a single secret that she had not had whispered in her ear from someone looking for advice.
I shook my head at her "No breakfast today, we have visitors" I watched her smile fade "and besides my dear Mrs Clay I am hardly a child any longer and I am wet from the rain and flushed from running to avoid getting even more soaked." I hugged Mrs Clay and started up the servant stairs "You should change before seeing your father." She called after me. She added. "And a lady you might be but I have kept a sticky bun for you." I stopped. Mrs Clay had always healed those scrapes and hurts with a cuddle and a deliciously syrupy sticky bun stuffed with sultanas and nuts. She knew she had me and I ran back down the stairs taking the sticky sweet bun and hugging Mrs Clay again. I grinned at her and raced back up the stairs. I knew that if I had of looked back I would have seen Mrs Clay standing at the bottom of the stairs, hands on hips shaking her head. I also knew that she would be smiling and thinking to herself 'You can make a princess out of a child, but you can never take the child out of a princess.' A favourite saying of hers that I had heard many times over the years.
Stuffing the last bit of bun into my mouth I pushed through the door into the King's antechamber. He was seated with his back towards me reading what I assumed was the note from Gandolf. "Just place the tray on the table thank you." he murmured, engrossed in the note. "Father it's me." I exclaimed. He spun around to look at me, staring. "Sheya you are a lady now, you should be entering my chambers via the front door, not sneaking around the servant corridors." Like a good daughter I bowed my head. "Sorry father." I could almost feel him smile. I looked up at him. "Sorry Sheya. I am a little grumpy today, and how am I ever going to find you a husband with you running around like that?" It was my turn to be amused and I smiled at him. "DO not fret father, I don't need a husband." He grinned despite the many arguments we had had about this topic. "It seems that Gandolf the Wizard has come to visit, there will be a celebratory feast tonight. Do you think you and Mrs Clay can arrange it all at such short notice?" he enquired. "Of course father." I replied sitting down at his feet on the footstool.
The king sighed. "I know you wish to be present to hear what Gandolf has to say, but in his note he mentions that he has with him an elf, a dwarf and Aragorn, true heir of Gondor." I rolled my eyes at my father knowing where this was headed "And young lady" he said to me sternly "you will not be seen until the feast where you can be introduced formally. I have arranged for the seamstress to make you a new gown. You are expected in her room before midmorning." He looked at my upraised eyes. Taking my chin in his hand and tilting my head to look into his eyes. "Please my dear, it is time now for you to be seen as lady of the castle and heir to Callandin. You are even more beautiful than your mother was. It is time for the world to see the lady that is hiding behind the child." I gulped at the mention of my mother who had died of the fever when I was 3. I sighed in resignation. "Of course father, I will stay out of sight until the feast and I will behave myself." He smiled and released my chin patting me on the head. "I swear Sheya you should have been a boy." I looked at him questioningly. He laughed. "At least then I would not have to scold you for showing up to my chambers in riding breeches and dirt smudged on your face. You don't need to inspect the stables and walk the walls every morning". I smiled and stood up, dropping a low curtsey as I turned to leave. My father grasped my arm and pulled me to him for a hug. He released me and pushed me towards the door a tear in his eye. As I closed the door behind me, startling the guard, I heard him muttering "Headstrong just like her mother."