All right people. I have come up with a name and a title, though it more than likely sounds stupid.
I would like to thank these people for their reviews.
xoxo- Later there will be something between the two. This is a romance after all. The name Faith.... When I read your review I was almost finished with the chapter, and Faith is what I picked. I like the way you think!
Albinofrog88- His name was Blackburn. Legolas and Orlando don't really look the same, you're right. At first glance you would never guess he played him.
teddybear888- Told ya I was evil.
I LOVE YOU!!!!!
You other people should take a lesson from them.
P.S If I didn't mention it I own nothing dealing with Middle-Earth. It belongs to that professor (Tolkien).
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Chapter One- In Action
Thranduil descended down the steps, choosing to ignore what he knew was a promise. He admired this woman's love for her men, and knew it was her concern that caused her to speak and act so harshly. She was not evil. In fact her aura was bright, but anger filled.
"I know not what is going on, but this woman is obviously very dedicated to whomever is lost in my woods. All this will be settled later for now there is no time. If it is as you say, Lady, orcs have passed my borders, and I must warn you... Your men may already be dead."
The woman's gaze shifted from Legolas to the King. Not once did she falter. Her eyes holding no fear. Her tanned face, stony.
"Then I'll die as well, but no one gets left behind."
Thranduil bowed lightly, his opinion of her growing, and ordered the guards to open the doors.
Legolas raced to where his bow was placed and quickly returned to her side, she facing the door.
"What is the name of the Lady so passionate about her troop that she would threaten the Firstborn?"
"The name's Faith. Though why I'm tellin' you is beyond me." She looked at him through the corner of one hazel eye.
The large double doors were opened and she quickly sprung forward.
"I have no idea what the 'Firstborn' are, but now is not the time to ask." After a few seconds she turned to face him. "Well? You gonna tell me your name or should I just call you Pretty Boy?"
"Legolas Greenleaf, fair lady," he replied, smiling, not knowing why but liking the nickname.
Faith jogged steadily through the halls, lightened by torches. Following the 'pointy-eared freaks,' she was acutely aware of Legolas easily keeping up with her stride.
'What the fuck is the matter with me?! My men could be getting themselves killed and I'm thinkin' about some pretty boy! This is just great! Fucking great! Damn him and his good looks! What is it with these people?!'
Deciding she needed to turn her thoughts away from the male running beside her she looked around. Had she the time and opportunity she would have gasped and stared in fascination. As it was she could only quickly marvel at all the delicate details. However, she dismissed the thoughts of wanting to stay and admire.
'I'll get a tour after my men are safe.'
Legolas' eyes never left her form, watching as his home's beauty distracted her. This woman was certainly one of a kind. Her movements were fluid and graceful, almost like that of the elves.
'Were does she come from? Why is she here? Who are these men of hers?'
The Elven Prince was shocked out of his musings by several sounds which he could only describing as banging. Looking around he noticed the elves slow down warily, but the woman kept her pace.
"They're just guns!" she shouted over the noise. "Weapons were we come from!"
She had a feeling this were very different here than back home, and these beautiful people were cautious enough as it is.
"If one of my men point somethin' at you you've never seen before just tell 'em Faith wants 'em back in one damn piece!"
The night's cool air caressed Legolas' face when they finally reached the gates. His bow was in hand and his quiver was on his back. Ordering the guards to search in every direction he was sorely tempted to cover his ears which had begun to ring loudly.
"Pretty Boy!"
He turned to the running woman, oddly pleased.
"You're with me!"
Nodding his agreement, he rushed down the stairs to her side.
Meanwhile, Faith was busy berating herself.
'Way to go, Fay! You just *had* to go and invite him along, didn't you?! What a fucking time to have a crush!'
Stealing glances at him, through the corner of her eye, she marveled at his grace. His pale hair and skin seemed to glow underneath the light of the moon and stars, and his eyes were unusually bright. Not to mention the elegant way his ears were pointed. Once again she questioned herself what he was and cursed herself for her distracted mind.
An agony filled scream caused her to snap back to reality and yell out into the woods. She knew that voice.
"Kevin!"
Legolas was forced to quicken his pace in order to keep up. In the back of his mind he wondered how she was able to move so quickly. Far ahead he caught site of a number of orcs advancing towards a body and he lifted his bow and fit an arrow to the string.
Faith, seeing his action, strained her eyes into the darkness were his were fixed and barely made out 8 hulking, black shapes.
'How the hell could he see that?'
Still running he fired arrow after arrow so fast all Faith could see was a blur, but her attention was focused on the body they were quickly approaching.
She ran up to the last remaining orc. There was an arrow protruding from it's shoulder and was staggering on it's knees. Legolas watched amazed as she spun around, kicking it's head, and effectively snapping it's hideous neck.
Dropping to her knees she took the blonde head into her lap. Legolas, kneeling next to them, picked up the broken arrow from the forest floor.
"He must have pulled it out himself," the elf observed. "It's been poisoned."
Faith's head snapped up and in her eyes he noticed the faint trace of tears.
"Poisoned?"
"He must be taken back to the Palace at once. There still might be time."
The soldier chose this moment to wake. His green eyes were clouded with pain as he searched the forest, but Legolas could see the hopeful adoration shining when his gaze landed on the woman.
"General Faith?" His voice was barely a whisper and it was hoarse.
She smiled lightly down at him. "You're a bastard. You know that, Kev? Just had to go and get yourself shot."
Kevin smiled in turn. "Sorry," he managed to choke out. "Ran out of ammo. No choice but to run."
"You just tough it out. You're gonna be fine."
She looked up to see an elf standing silently beside them with pity in his eyes and briefly wondered why she hadn't heard him coming, but dismissed it as a 'pointy eared freak' thing. At once Legolas gently scooped Kevin into his arms and handed him to the guard.
"Take him to the healer."
The elf needed no further prompting and he took off in the direction of the of the gates, the soldier in his arms barely jostled with the elf's light, firm and sure steps.
Gun firing started up again and Faith quickly dashed away, not knowing where she was going. Legolas had no choice but to follow and as they ran he killed what orcs he could. Noticing that they passed the same group of trees more than once he halted, lightly grabbing her elbow.
"We're going in circles."
"I know!"
She looked around frantically.
"I can't pin point on where they are. There's too many noises."
Seeing the desperation in her eyes and hearing it in her voice he focused his ears on the sound of the 'banging'. Forcing himself to ignore the pounding of his sensitive ears he sprinted towards the direction.
"Follow me!" he called.
Trusting him to lead her to her men she complied. Running, they leaped over the dead bodies of orcs.
'I hope to God Kevin was the only one separated from the troop.'
Legolas skidded to a halt when they entered a clearing and gasped aloud at what he saw.
Dead orcs were strewn all over, the thick smell of their blood filled the air and he wrinkled his nose at the stench. The soldiers had halted in their firing when they noticed the new comers and the few remaining creatures were easily disposed of by Faith with the dagger she pulled from her boot.
She smeared the black blood from her hands on her clothes and turned to take in the ragged and worn down group. She breathed a sigh of relief when she counted nine.
"You're a bunch of assholes," she muttered, shaking her head, trying to catch her breath. "Makin' me worry for nothin'."
The night events replayed themselves in her mind and she felt her legs start to collapse under her. The last thing she remembered before darkness took her were the strong arms wrapped around her for support and the worried shouts of her men.
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I am DONE with chapter one!
REVIEW and tell me what you think. Remember.....I like babble!
I accidentally erased the story, and the reviews. Don't ask me how. I fell stupid enough as it is. Anyway, if you reviewed before can you review again. PLEASE?????????
I would like to thank these people for their reviews.
xoxo- Later there will be something between the two. This is a romance after all. The name Faith.... When I read your review I was almost finished with the chapter, and Faith is what I picked. I like the way you think!
Albinofrog88- His name was Blackburn. Legolas and Orlando don't really look the same, you're right. At first glance you would never guess he played him.
teddybear888- Told ya I was evil.
I LOVE YOU!!!!!
You other people should take a lesson from them.
P.S If I didn't mention it I own nothing dealing with Middle-Earth. It belongs to that professor (Tolkien).
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Chapter One- In Action
Thranduil descended down the steps, choosing to ignore what he knew was a promise. He admired this woman's love for her men, and knew it was her concern that caused her to speak and act so harshly. She was not evil. In fact her aura was bright, but anger filled.
"I know not what is going on, but this woman is obviously very dedicated to whomever is lost in my woods. All this will be settled later for now there is no time. If it is as you say, Lady, orcs have passed my borders, and I must warn you... Your men may already be dead."
The woman's gaze shifted from Legolas to the King. Not once did she falter. Her eyes holding no fear. Her tanned face, stony.
"Then I'll die as well, but no one gets left behind."
Thranduil bowed lightly, his opinion of her growing, and ordered the guards to open the doors.
Legolas raced to where his bow was placed and quickly returned to her side, she facing the door.
"What is the name of the Lady so passionate about her troop that she would threaten the Firstborn?"
"The name's Faith. Though why I'm tellin' you is beyond me." She looked at him through the corner of one hazel eye.
The large double doors were opened and she quickly sprung forward.
"I have no idea what the 'Firstborn' are, but now is not the time to ask." After a few seconds she turned to face him. "Well? You gonna tell me your name or should I just call you Pretty Boy?"
"Legolas Greenleaf, fair lady," he replied, smiling, not knowing why but liking the nickname.
Faith jogged steadily through the halls, lightened by torches. Following the 'pointy-eared freaks,' she was acutely aware of Legolas easily keeping up with her stride.
'What the fuck is the matter with me?! My men could be getting themselves killed and I'm thinkin' about some pretty boy! This is just great! Fucking great! Damn him and his good looks! What is it with these people?!'
Deciding she needed to turn her thoughts away from the male running beside her she looked around. Had she the time and opportunity she would have gasped and stared in fascination. As it was she could only quickly marvel at all the delicate details. However, she dismissed the thoughts of wanting to stay and admire.
'I'll get a tour after my men are safe.'
Legolas' eyes never left her form, watching as his home's beauty distracted her. This woman was certainly one of a kind. Her movements were fluid and graceful, almost like that of the elves.
'Were does she come from? Why is she here? Who are these men of hers?'
The Elven Prince was shocked out of his musings by several sounds which he could only describing as banging. Looking around he noticed the elves slow down warily, but the woman kept her pace.
"They're just guns!" she shouted over the noise. "Weapons were we come from!"
She had a feeling this were very different here than back home, and these beautiful people were cautious enough as it is.
"If one of my men point somethin' at you you've never seen before just tell 'em Faith wants 'em back in one damn piece!"
The night's cool air caressed Legolas' face when they finally reached the gates. His bow was in hand and his quiver was on his back. Ordering the guards to search in every direction he was sorely tempted to cover his ears which had begun to ring loudly.
"Pretty Boy!"
He turned to the running woman, oddly pleased.
"You're with me!"
Nodding his agreement, he rushed down the stairs to her side.
Meanwhile, Faith was busy berating herself.
'Way to go, Fay! You just *had* to go and invite him along, didn't you?! What a fucking time to have a crush!'
Stealing glances at him, through the corner of her eye, she marveled at his grace. His pale hair and skin seemed to glow underneath the light of the moon and stars, and his eyes were unusually bright. Not to mention the elegant way his ears were pointed. Once again she questioned herself what he was and cursed herself for her distracted mind.
An agony filled scream caused her to snap back to reality and yell out into the woods. She knew that voice.
"Kevin!"
Legolas was forced to quicken his pace in order to keep up. In the back of his mind he wondered how she was able to move so quickly. Far ahead he caught site of a number of orcs advancing towards a body and he lifted his bow and fit an arrow to the string.
Faith, seeing his action, strained her eyes into the darkness were his were fixed and barely made out 8 hulking, black shapes.
'How the hell could he see that?'
Still running he fired arrow after arrow so fast all Faith could see was a blur, but her attention was focused on the body they were quickly approaching.
She ran up to the last remaining orc. There was an arrow protruding from it's shoulder and was staggering on it's knees. Legolas watched amazed as she spun around, kicking it's head, and effectively snapping it's hideous neck.
Dropping to her knees she took the blonde head into her lap. Legolas, kneeling next to them, picked up the broken arrow from the forest floor.
"He must have pulled it out himself," the elf observed. "It's been poisoned."
Faith's head snapped up and in her eyes he noticed the faint trace of tears.
"Poisoned?"
"He must be taken back to the Palace at once. There still might be time."
The soldier chose this moment to wake. His green eyes were clouded with pain as he searched the forest, but Legolas could see the hopeful adoration shining when his gaze landed on the woman.
"General Faith?" His voice was barely a whisper and it was hoarse.
She smiled lightly down at him. "You're a bastard. You know that, Kev? Just had to go and get yourself shot."
Kevin smiled in turn. "Sorry," he managed to choke out. "Ran out of ammo. No choice but to run."
"You just tough it out. You're gonna be fine."
She looked up to see an elf standing silently beside them with pity in his eyes and briefly wondered why she hadn't heard him coming, but dismissed it as a 'pointy eared freak' thing. At once Legolas gently scooped Kevin into his arms and handed him to the guard.
"Take him to the healer."
The elf needed no further prompting and he took off in the direction of the of the gates, the soldier in his arms barely jostled with the elf's light, firm and sure steps.
Gun firing started up again and Faith quickly dashed away, not knowing where she was going. Legolas had no choice but to follow and as they ran he killed what orcs he could. Noticing that they passed the same group of trees more than once he halted, lightly grabbing her elbow.
"We're going in circles."
"I know!"
She looked around frantically.
"I can't pin point on where they are. There's too many noises."
Seeing the desperation in her eyes and hearing it in her voice he focused his ears on the sound of the 'banging'. Forcing himself to ignore the pounding of his sensitive ears he sprinted towards the direction.
"Follow me!" he called.
Trusting him to lead her to her men she complied. Running, they leaped over the dead bodies of orcs.
'I hope to God Kevin was the only one separated from the troop.'
Legolas skidded to a halt when they entered a clearing and gasped aloud at what he saw.
Dead orcs were strewn all over, the thick smell of their blood filled the air and he wrinkled his nose at the stench. The soldiers had halted in their firing when they noticed the new comers and the few remaining creatures were easily disposed of by Faith with the dagger she pulled from her boot.
She smeared the black blood from her hands on her clothes and turned to take in the ragged and worn down group. She breathed a sigh of relief when she counted nine.
"You're a bunch of assholes," she muttered, shaking her head, trying to catch her breath. "Makin' me worry for nothin'."
The night events replayed themselves in her mind and she felt her legs start to collapse under her. The last thing she remembered before darkness took her were the strong arms wrapped around her for support and the worried shouts of her men.
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I am DONE with chapter one!
REVIEW and tell me what you think. Remember.....I like babble!
I accidentally erased the story, and the reviews. Don't ask me how. I fell stupid enough as it is. Anyway, if you reviewed before can you review again. PLEASE?????????