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Chapter 2:
When Fianna first woke up all she felt was pain. Something or someone was poking at her left wing, and pouring some stinging liquid on her injury.
'OW' she thought gathering enough energy to snatch her wing from it's tormentor. for a while nothing happened, whatever it was seeming to have lost interest in her poor broken wing. She fluttered her battered wing, testing the extent of her impairment. As she did so her wing came in contact with the same 'thing' that had been hurting her not too long ago. Curious as to what it was she slowly wrapped the tip of her wing around it's edge.
'Hmmm . . . it's warm and smooth' she ran the tip of her wing up further ignoring the pain that shot down her wing. 'No it's not completely smooth, it has some grooves in it. It feels like skin.' The object under inspection moved suddenly and tried to grasp her wing gently. Fianna might have been only half-conscious but she was having none of that, she remembered the pain before. She started to flutter her wing furiously, irrationally, causing herself more pain than the thing that felt like skin ever did.
'Dumb thing is probably trying to eat me, well I won't be eaten so easily' she fumed putting up even more of a fight. She found herself hovering on the brink of unconsciousness, the pain from what she was doing was so great. She heard and felt a gust of wind. If Fianna would have been thinking rationally she would have realized that it sounded like someone was sighing in exasperation. Her wing was gently caught and all Fianna -worn out from trying to confound and get rid of the stupid thing- could do was slap her right wing against it to try and make it let go of her left wing. No such luck the stupid . . . idiot . . . son of a Papuloose just pinned her right wing down, and although it didn't hurt she was unable to move it.
'This is it. I'm food, never thought I'd admit this but . . . I should have listened to my mother.' Fianna black out.
Legolas was pouring some liquid medicine on the wound on the fairy's left wing when she moved. Literally snatching her wing from his fingers. He stared at her for a while.
'Is she awake?' he examined her more closely 'No, just involuntary reflex' he decided.
He was about to continue his treatment, when she started to flutter her wings. He looked at her to see if her eyes had opened, hoping not because he still hadn't finished his ministrations. Then he felt the lightest touch on his finger, it was like when, Nanias, a young elf child had given him what she had called a 'butterfly kiss' now he knew the reason she had for giving the kiss that particular name. As he sat there pondering that, he felt the wing travel slowly up and down his finger. Legolas bit down a chuckle. It . . . Tickled, and it felt nice. Shaking his head Legolas remembered that he was trying to heal her wounds before she woke and tried to capture her wing. To his surprise and dismay she started fluttering her wing in a frantic manner. He could tell that she was greatly hurting herself, but try as he might he couldn't catch the wing. Her wing (even injured) was very flexible and fast. Legolas sighed in exasperation, stared at the wing and when it made a predictable move quickly (but gently) grabbed a hold of it. When her other wing came to the defense of it's partner by slapping his finger Legolas did laughed out loud.
'Even half unconscious she is spirited.' He reached for a small bandage and as he turned his head away all movement from the fairy ceased.
* * * * * *
Upon the second time Fianna woke, she noticed only pleasant things. Her wing didn't hurt, (she knew this because she always stretched her wings out first, not her arms.) She noticed that wherever she was smelled like the forest, with soft lighting coming from the windows, which were covered by a wispy cream colored material. The room itself was designed in the soothing color scheme of the forest, all vibrant green and warm browns, with a few cream splashes to mellow it out. She also noticed that she was lying on something incredibly comfortable with some kind of material covering her. Her hand came out to touch the fabric. It was soft, softer than the petals of the flower she chose to sleep in (instead of the trees that most fairies preferred) and almost non-existent and yet it was the warmest Fianna had ever been. 'Very cozy' she thought.
The thing she noticed most however, was the music. Fairies loved music and Fianna was fascinated by the absolutely beautiful flute music that drifted into the room. One look around told her it wasn't coming from the room, and while it was the music that lured her out of the tiny makeshift bed it was her curiosity that made her explore this new environment. The first thing she did was study the small lump covered by a net-like material that was sitting by her box/bed. She stared at it for a while debating if she should lift the material. In the end she yanked it off and looked at a small feast fit for a fairy. It had a big juicy fig, a small chunk of cheese, (which was more like a crumb), a piece of bread, and something else Fianna couldn't recognize. Fianna's stomach grumbled.
'Should I eat it?' She shook her head and replaced the net over the meal. She turned her attention to the rest of the room. There were so many things that interested her in this room. It was nearly an hour before she was satisfied with what she had seen, 'everything is so big here' she thought moving over to the thing that interested her the most. It was big and she had ignored it long enough, it looked like a huge off-white square cloud with a number of rectangle and circle mini clouds resting at the head.
Speaking of resting . . . Fianna grimaced, her wing was paining her, she might as well land on this peculiar non-floating cloud for a while. She landed softly marveling at the pliant bouncyness of the cloud. She jumped up and down for a bit, then she deliberately fell and rolled laughing the entire time. When she sat up she was yawning, 'I have to get out of here,' she thought 'but first I'll rest my wings, those mini clouds seem like a good place.' Fianna didn't feel like walking all that way so she took to the air wavering a little because of her left wing, nevertheless getting to her destination in half the time. she laid down marveling that these were even more heavenly than what they rested on (if that were possible.) She closed her eyes.
* * * * * *
Legolas returned to his room from a disturbing counsel with his father. News had come to Mirkwood that Gandalf the Gray had been seeking information about the ring, something that no one wished to remember even existed. His father had sent the informant back to find out more information. 'This could be serious' Legolas thought.
Walking into his room, all troubled thoughts left his mind and he quietly made his way over to the small temporary bed he had made for his fairy. 'My fairy,' he chuckled 'when did that happen?' His laughter died a quick death when he noticed that the little box was empty he quickly looked under his feet to make sure he hadn't crushed her and then glanced around the room. His eyes stopped and rested on the bed where he saw a small body and a pair of wings curled up on his pillow. He smiled softly, sighed tiredly, and began to undress. It had been a long day and he was tired. He had his shirt off and was about to take his pants off as well when he stopped. 'I either need to leave something on or move her in case she wakes up, waking up to see a giant was one thing, it would just further unnerve her if the giant were naked.' He didn't want to move her so he just took off his boots opened a window (he liked to feel the cool breeze while he was sleeping) and climbed into bed, he glanced at the fairy right when she opened her eyes . . .
Fianna hadn't been asleep although she had been lying there on the pillow for a long time. Long enough for the light to leave the room. She had laid there to rest her wings and she had closed her eyes so she would not be distracted from focusing all her powers on healing her wing. She didn't hear anyone come in, so light was this elves footsteps and so deep was her concentration. When she felt the bed dip and she opened her eyes. Upon seeing the beautiful face of a giant, she was so shocked that her wings stood on end and . . .
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" She screamed.
Legolas, whose ears were super sensitive, heard this exclamation loud and clear. 'For a fairy she has a colossal set of lungs.' He thought as he started to grin, he looked at her wings standing on end, and began laughing uncontrollably.
Fianna had calmed down, greatly, upon realizing that this was her pet, Legolas.
'I adopted him, but he was never to know I was around.' She thought numbly her mind still not recovered from the shock. 'I blew it!' She was berating her self more when she noticed that his body was shaking slightly, she started for him in concern when he suddenly burst into laughter.
'He's laughing . . . at . . . ME!' Fianna was now angry 'he scares me nearly to death and then he has the nerve to LAUGH, ARGH!' She fumed, drawing herself up to her full three inches she flew up to the side of his face and kicked the tip of his ear. Ignoring the throb in her foot, she glared into his face with her hands on her hips.
Legolas was stunned, his eyes were big and round in his face as he felt the sharp kick dealt to his ear. It probably hurt her more than it hurt him. She glared in his face and he was all of sudden energized and in the mood to play. Fianna realized that she had done something stupid, she had kicked a giant, she should have been happy that he was laughing, even if it had been at her. At least that meant he was in a good mood, Filopo, but kicking him had been a stupid move. She dashed to the side when he reached out, intending to make for the window.
Legolas anticipated the fairy's move and grabbed her ankle, it was funny to watch her push forward in an attempt to fly away, but he noticed that while he was in the mood to play, she was seriously scared. That sobered him up and he pulled on her ankle sending her flying backwards and caught her gently in his hand.
"Have you eaten yet?" he asked hoping to put her at ease with this abrupt change of focus. Fianna stared at her favorite elf in confusion.
'He wants to know if I've eaten?' Fianna shook her head dumbly, still unsure of his mood.
"Then you must eat." He carried her quickly over to her box/bed installing her inside, drawing the covers up, and placing the food on her lap. He pulled the net off the food and waited for her to dig in.
Fianna was too hungry to protest. Relieved and somewhat touched that this food was prepared for her, she grabbed the fig and bit heartily into it. Savoring the sweet taste and wiping the juice off of her chin with the back of her hand. It didn't take long before she finished everything (everything, that is, except the strange item she was unsure of.)
She leaned back and patted her stomach contentedly, her eyes half closed, then with a sudden burst of energy she flew up and planted a juicy kiss on the ear she had offended earlier.
"Thank you, master elf, for everything, but I must go." She said giving him a polite bow.
"And, where do you go, where is your home?" Legolas asked.
This made Fianna very nervous, she couldn't give him that information.
"I must go," she said again ignoring his question.
"Do you live in the forest?" He asked.
"Yes and no." She answered truthfully, fairies lived everywhere and nowhere.
"I will take you back to your home in the forest."
"You can't."
"Then I will take you back to the edge of the forest, it's not safe for you to go alone." He shot a pointed look at her wing.
Fianna saw no reason why him taking her to the edge of the woods was a bad idea. So she agreed.
The journey to the edge of the forest was traveled in complete silence. Each wondering if they would ever run across the other again. When they reached their destination Legolas turned to Fianna.
"What is your name?"
"Fianna."
"Fianna, meet me in the same spot that we met today. I would like to monitor the healing process of your wing."
Fianna could have told him that it would probably be healed by tomorrow, but she wanted to see him again.
"Ok." She said softly as she took off in the direction of her home. She had been traveling for a while, when she got to the middle of the forest. She looked around to make sure she would be unnoticed, looked in between a pair of trees and . . . sure enough there was the barrier, a purple and blue stream of magic that only fairies had the power to see and activate. It would take her out of this dimension and into the fairy realm. She concentrated her magic and flew directly at it, she felt the almost liquid barrier give way and when she opened her eyes she was home.
Dictionary:
Papuloose - An ugly creature that lives only in the realm of the fairies, where ironically all things are beautiful.
Filopo - a fairy curse word, the equivalent of 'damn'.
Long Chap, please R&R thanks ^_^!
Chapter 2:
When Fianna first woke up all she felt was pain. Something or someone was poking at her left wing, and pouring some stinging liquid on her injury.
'OW' she thought gathering enough energy to snatch her wing from it's tormentor. for a while nothing happened, whatever it was seeming to have lost interest in her poor broken wing. She fluttered her battered wing, testing the extent of her impairment. As she did so her wing came in contact with the same 'thing' that had been hurting her not too long ago. Curious as to what it was she slowly wrapped the tip of her wing around it's edge.
'Hmmm . . . it's warm and smooth' she ran the tip of her wing up further ignoring the pain that shot down her wing. 'No it's not completely smooth, it has some grooves in it. It feels like skin.' The object under inspection moved suddenly and tried to grasp her wing gently. Fianna might have been only half-conscious but she was having none of that, she remembered the pain before. She started to flutter her wing furiously, irrationally, causing herself more pain than the thing that felt like skin ever did.
'Dumb thing is probably trying to eat me, well I won't be eaten so easily' she fumed putting up even more of a fight. She found herself hovering on the brink of unconsciousness, the pain from what she was doing was so great. She heard and felt a gust of wind. If Fianna would have been thinking rationally she would have realized that it sounded like someone was sighing in exasperation. Her wing was gently caught and all Fianna -worn out from trying to confound and get rid of the stupid thing- could do was slap her right wing against it to try and make it let go of her left wing. No such luck the stupid . . . idiot . . . son of a Papuloose just pinned her right wing down, and although it didn't hurt she was unable to move it.
'This is it. I'm food, never thought I'd admit this but . . . I should have listened to my mother.' Fianna black out.
Legolas was pouring some liquid medicine on the wound on the fairy's left wing when she moved. Literally snatching her wing from his fingers. He stared at her for a while.
'Is she awake?' he examined her more closely 'No, just involuntary reflex' he decided.
He was about to continue his treatment, when she started to flutter her wings. He looked at her to see if her eyes had opened, hoping not because he still hadn't finished his ministrations. Then he felt the lightest touch on his finger, it was like when, Nanias, a young elf child had given him what she had called a 'butterfly kiss' now he knew the reason she had for giving the kiss that particular name. As he sat there pondering that, he felt the wing travel slowly up and down his finger. Legolas bit down a chuckle. It . . . Tickled, and it felt nice. Shaking his head Legolas remembered that he was trying to heal her wounds before she woke and tried to capture her wing. To his surprise and dismay she started fluttering her wing in a frantic manner. He could tell that she was greatly hurting herself, but try as he might he couldn't catch the wing. Her wing (even injured) was very flexible and fast. Legolas sighed in exasperation, stared at the wing and when it made a predictable move quickly (but gently) grabbed a hold of it. When her other wing came to the defense of it's partner by slapping his finger Legolas did laughed out loud.
'Even half unconscious she is spirited.' He reached for a small bandage and as he turned his head away all movement from the fairy ceased.
* * * * * *
Upon the second time Fianna woke, she noticed only pleasant things. Her wing didn't hurt, (she knew this because she always stretched her wings out first, not her arms.) She noticed that wherever she was smelled like the forest, with soft lighting coming from the windows, which were covered by a wispy cream colored material. The room itself was designed in the soothing color scheme of the forest, all vibrant green and warm browns, with a few cream splashes to mellow it out. She also noticed that she was lying on something incredibly comfortable with some kind of material covering her. Her hand came out to touch the fabric. It was soft, softer than the petals of the flower she chose to sleep in (instead of the trees that most fairies preferred) and almost non-existent and yet it was the warmest Fianna had ever been. 'Very cozy' she thought.
The thing she noticed most however, was the music. Fairies loved music and Fianna was fascinated by the absolutely beautiful flute music that drifted into the room. One look around told her it wasn't coming from the room, and while it was the music that lured her out of the tiny makeshift bed it was her curiosity that made her explore this new environment. The first thing she did was study the small lump covered by a net-like material that was sitting by her box/bed. She stared at it for a while debating if she should lift the material. In the end she yanked it off and looked at a small feast fit for a fairy. It had a big juicy fig, a small chunk of cheese, (which was more like a crumb), a piece of bread, and something else Fianna couldn't recognize. Fianna's stomach grumbled.
'Should I eat it?' She shook her head and replaced the net over the meal. She turned her attention to the rest of the room. There were so many things that interested her in this room. It was nearly an hour before she was satisfied with what she had seen, 'everything is so big here' she thought moving over to the thing that interested her the most. It was big and she had ignored it long enough, it looked like a huge off-white square cloud with a number of rectangle and circle mini clouds resting at the head.
Speaking of resting . . . Fianna grimaced, her wing was paining her, she might as well land on this peculiar non-floating cloud for a while. She landed softly marveling at the pliant bouncyness of the cloud. She jumped up and down for a bit, then she deliberately fell and rolled laughing the entire time. When she sat up she was yawning, 'I have to get out of here,' she thought 'but first I'll rest my wings, those mini clouds seem like a good place.' Fianna didn't feel like walking all that way so she took to the air wavering a little because of her left wing, nevertheless getting to her destination in half the time. she laid down marveling that these were even more heavenly than what they rested on (if that were possible.) She closed her eyes.
* * * * * *
Legolas returned to his room from a disturbing counsel with his father. News had come to Mirkwood that Gandalf the Gray had been seeking information about the ring, something that no one wished to remember even existed. His father had sent the informant back to find out more information. 'This could be serious' Legolas thought.
Walking into his room, all troubled thoughts left his mind and he quietly made his way over to the small temporary bed he had made for his fairy. 'My fairy,' he chuckled 'when did that happen?' His laughter died a quick death when he noticed that the little box was empty he quickly looked under his feet to make sure he hadn't crushed her and then glanced around the room. His eyes stopped and rested on the bed where he saw a small body and a pair of wings curled up on his pillow. He smiled softly, sighed tiredly, and began to undress. It had been a long day and he was tired. He had his shirt off and was about to take his pants off as well when he stopped. 'I either need to leave something on or move her in case she wakes up, waking up to see a giant was one thing, it would just further unnerve her if the giant were naked.' He didn't want to move her so he just took off his boots opened a window (he liked to feel the cool breeze while he was sleeping) and climbed into bed, he glanced at the fairy right when she opened her eyes . . .
Fianna hadn't been asleep although she had been lying there on the pillow for a long time. Long enough for the light to leave the room. She had laid there to rest her wings and she had closed her eyes so she would not be distracted from focusing all her powers on healing her wing. She didn't hear anyone come in, so light was this elves footsteps and so deep was her concentration. When she felt the bed dip and she opened her eyes. Upon seeing the beautiful face of a giant, she was so shocked that her wings stood on end and . . .
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" She screamed.
Legolas, whose ears were super sensitive, heard this exclamation loud and clear. 'For a fairy she has a colossal set of lungs.' He thought as he started to grin, he looked at her wings standing on end, and began laughing uncontrollably.
Fianna had calmed down, greatly, upon realizing that this was her pet, Legolas.
'I adopted him, but he was never to know I was around.' She thought numbly her mind still not recovered from the shock. 'I blew it!' She was berating her self more when she noticed that his body was shaking slightly, she started for him in concern when he suddenly burst into laughter.
'He's laughing . . . at . . . ME!' Fianna was now angry 'he scares me nearly to death and then he has the nerve to LAUGH, ARGH!' She fumed, drawing herself up to her full three inches she flew up to the side of his face and kicked the tip of his ear. Ignoring the throb in her foot, she glared into his face with her hands on her hips.
Legolas was stunned, his eyes were big and round in his face as he felt the sharp kick dealt to his ear. It probably hurt her more than it hurt him. She glared in his face and he was all of sudden energized and in the mood to play. Fianna realized that she had done something stupid, she had kicked a giant, she should have been happy that he was laughing, even if it had been at her. At least that meant he was in a good mood, Filopo, but kicking him had been a stupid move. She dashed to the side when he reached out, intending to make for the window.
Legolas anticipated the fairy's move and grabbed her ankle, it was funny to watch her push forward in an attempt to fly away, but he noticed that while he was in the mood to play, she was seriously scared. That sobered him up and he pulled on her ankle sending her flying backwards and caught her gently in his hand.
"Have you eaten yet?" he asked hoping to put her at ease with this abrupt change of focus. Fianna stared at her favorite elf in confusion.
'He wants to know if I've eaten?' Fianna shook her head dumbly, still unsure of his mood.
"Then you must eat." He carried her quickly over to her box/bed installing her inside, drawing the covers up, and placing the food on her lap. He pulled the net off the food and waited for her to dig in.
Fianna was too hungry to protest. Relieved and somewhat touched that this food was prepared for her, she grabbed the fig and bit heartily into it. Savoring the sweet taste and wiping the juice off of her chin with the back of her hand. It didn't take long before she finished everything (everything, that is, except the strange item she was unsure of.)
She leaned back and patted her stomach contentedly, her eyes half closed, then with a sudden burst of energy she flew up and planted a juicy kiss on the ear she had offended earlier.
"Thank you, master elf, for everything, but I must go." She said giving him a polite bow.
"And, where do you go, where is your home?" Legolas asked.
This made Fianna very nervous, she couldn't give him that information.
"I must go," she said again ignoring his question.
"Do you live in the forest?" He asked.
"Yes and no." She answered truthfully, fairies lived everywhere and nowhere.
"I will take you back to your home in the forest."
"You can't."
"Then I will take you back to the edge of the forest, it's not safe for you to go alone." He shot a pointed look at her wing.
Fianna saw no reason why him taking her to the edge of the woods was a bad idea. So she agreed.
The journey to the edge of the forest was traveled in complete silence. Each wondering if they would ever run across the other again. When they reached their destination Legolas turned to Fianna.
"What is your name?"
"Fianna."
"Fianna, meet me in the same spot that we met today. I would like to monitor the healing process of your wing."
Fianna could have told him that it would probably be healed by tomorrow, but she wanted to see him again.
"Ok." She said softly as she took off in the direction of her home. She had been traveling for a while, when she got to the middle of the forest. She looked around to make sure she would be unnoticed, looked in between a pair of trees and . . . sure enough there was the barrier, a purple and blue stream of magic that only fairies had the power to see and activate. It would take her out of this dimension and into the fairy realm. She concentrated her magic and flew directly at it, she felt the almost liquid barrier give way and when she opened her eyes she was home.
Dictionary:
Papuloose - An ugly creature that lives only in the realm of the fairies, where ironically all things are beautiful.
Filopo - a fairy curse word, the equivalent of 'damn'.
Long Chap, please R&R thanks ^_^!