LilOne
Alaskantiger
len
Nova S- *laughs* I love that you reviewed for each chapter. That's SO sweet. Anyway, all shall be revealed in time. You must be patient.
LadyLaura020- Nope don't like 'em. They give me the creeps.
LegoLuver
Lailas
Meril
Rowana166
Vincentfreak Davofreak
Daughter of Night
Lady Nyght
WeasleyTwinsLover1112
sara
Dragoon- You idiot! You know I used your name. Don't play stupid! (Everyone say hi to my brother)
IF I COULD I'D MAIL YOU ALL CANDY! THANKS!!!! *_-
I know that someone of you think this romance in goin' a little fast, and I admit it. Then again... you have to remember that even though they know they're falling in love doesn't necessarily mean they'll act on it.
Besides, if you came face to face with an elf wouldn't you fall in love at first sight. HMMMMM??? :)
Chapter Five- Together Again
Morning came far too early. At least for Faith it did.
The sun created a hazy glow beneath her eyelids. Enough to cause even the most abt morning person to moan and groan in annoyance.
Forcing her eyes open she blinked rapidly to keep herself from going blind. Once her eyes adjusted to the light she sat up and stretched out the few kinks in her muscles.
As she got out of bed she frowned when she noticed her clothes were missing. She wasn't concerned with the whereabouts of her wardrobe, but the fact that she wasn't aware someone entered her room while she was sleeping did. The knowledge that someone was able to catch her in a moment of weakness upset her, and deeply. That someone had caught her so off guard was an unforgivable occurrence.
'How could someone come in without me knowing. I didn't hear anything, and I didn't think I was that tired.'
Her musings were interrupted by a soft Knocking.
"Come on in."
The door opened silently and revealed one of the most beautiful woman, or rather elf, Faith had ever seen. She was tall and slender with pale skin and rosy cheeks. Her honey colored hair fell past her waist in a slight wave and her eyes, the same golden brown as her hair, shone with a friendly light.
"Good morning, my lady. My name is Nektewen. Your handmaiden."
She glided into the room carrying a dress and slippers.
"Uh... Nektewen was it you who came in earlier for my clothes?"
"Yes, my lady."
"I wonder why I didn't hear you..." she pondered aloud.
The she elf smiled as she set her load on the bed.
"It's not all that surprising. Elves, by nature, are silent beings and human ears often cannot detect our movements."
"Well... That could do it."
"Your dress, my lady."
"A dress? You're gonna stick me in a dress."
Nektewen looked at her in confusion.
"Tis appropriate."
"Ah hell," she groaned. "Fine. Hand it over."
The elf gave the dress to Faith who moved behind a wooden separating blind.
"Were do you hail from, Lady Faith?"
"No place you ever heard of."
"You are probably right. I have not been outside Mirkwood for many years," she sighed ruefully.
Faith shimmed out of the nightgown and pulled on the dress.
"Don't feel too bad. Besides me and my men the only ones who know the name of my country are your royals."
When she stepped out from behind the blind she was surprised to see that Nektewen's eyes held a light of dreamy adoration.
"You met the Prince, then?"
"Yes," the woman answered wearily.
"Is he not the most beautiful creature you have ever seen?"
"The thought may have crossed my mind once... or twice."
"His birthday celebration is to be held this night."
Nektewen's honey eyes shone in anticipation, a smile on her face.
Faith drew back in surprise.
"His birthday? Really?"
"Indeed," she nodded enthusiastically. "For now though we must finish your dressing. Breakfast will soon start."
Nektewen moved to pick up a comb laying on the dresser.
"Sit," she ordered kindly while motioning to a small cushioned seat.
Sitting down the American general allowed the elf to brush out her auburn tresses.
"Your hair is oddly short for a female, Lady Faith," Nektewen commented eyeing the locks that fell a couple inches past her shoulders.
"In my life long hair would only get in the way."
Unlike normal soldiers with the average buzz cut she was allowed to keep her hair, granted it was not an impossible length. Buzz cuts just wouldn't look right when undercover or attending a foreign ball or state dinner. Besides that she wasn't ready to explain her origins all over again. It wasn't as if she didn't like, or even trust, the beautiful female.
'I've done more trustin' in one day than I have in the majority of my life. I don't even know these people! Must be an elf thing.'
When Nektewen was done with her hair, Faith turned on the seat.
"Would you please bring my men here? It shouldn't be too hard to find them. They're the only men around. Among other things."
"Of course, Lady. I will return shortly."
Nektewen left, leaving Faith alone once more. Standing from her seat she ventured to a full length mirror that was standing in a corner next to a night stand that held a wash basin.
As she gazed at her reflection she barely recognized herself.
The forest green gown brought out the green in her eyes. The bust was tight and the skirt flowing, not constricting, and offered room for maneuverability. It was sleeveless, revealing her slender arms and toned muscle. Intricate silver designs made its way throughout the dress. Her hair, which was usually left hanging or tied in ponytail, was pulled back to many braids, a few left down to frame her face.
"I look.... different."
Knocking sounded, jolting her out of her observations. Opening the door she forced in the laughter that threatened to pour forth at seeing her men fresh and clean, despite their many cuts and bruises, and dressed in elven tunics, leggings, and boots. She watched amused as the attention of her men was fixed solely on Nektewen, their mouths agape.
"Will that be all, Lady Faith?"
Her eyes darted from man to man, a flush touching her cheeks.
"Yes, that is all, Nektewen. Thank you," Faith replied with a smile, well aware of the she elf's lack of comfort.
With a quick curtsy the honey colored elf started down the hall.
The soldiers crowded in the doorway, some pushed back out into the hall, to watch the beautiful maiden disappear down another corridor.
"Damn," Ivan muttered, breaking the silence.
"So Tony," Alex started. "What do you think now?"
"I'm starting to like this dream."
Kevin laughed, slapping the Italian man good naturally on the back.
Faith cleared her throat to gain their attention and when they finally faced her their eyes widened in surprise.
Sighing in annoyance at their wandering eyes, she uttered a sound close to a growl.
"If your eyes get any bigger I will be forced to remove them from your heads."
All at once they looked away. She may not make good on that particular threat, but there were plenty others she would have no qualms following through with.
"Don't mind us, Fay. It's just that we, uh... uh..." Justin looked towards each of his comrades beseechingly.
"Out with it soldier," Faith grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
"We're not used to seein' you so... so..."
"So what?"
She knew she was making him nervous, but she couldn't help it. It was just so amusing watching them squirm.
The men looked on in worry, silently praying that Justin would just say what he was thinking before their leader exploded and did them all some harm.
"Gorgeous! You know... With the dress and the hair... You look gorgeous," he managed to stutter out.
"So you're saying I didn't look good before?"
She felt the smirk fighting it's way to the surface, but she held it back.
Meanwhile, Justin started to panic.
"NO! I'm not sayin' that! You've always been hot! It's just now..."
"Justin!" Joe snapped, irritation past his handling point. "Shut up, man!"
Brad nodded his pale blonde head.
"No matter what you say she's gonna get ya," he rationalized. "You're better off just keepin' quiet."
Faith finally let herself grin at the rattled appearance of the blue-green eyed man.
"Relax, Justin," she laughed. "I'm just screwin' with your head."
Next she walked over to Kevin and laid a gentle hand on his cheek, her eyes relaying her relief.
"You're up."
"Yep. The guys explained everything, and I gotta say... It's like we're in some fantasy novel."
"Tell me about it."
Dropping her hand she moved to sit on the bed. Her men went around finding their own comfortable spots; whether it be on the bed, floor, dresser top, chair, or just standing.
"They told me that you told a couple strangers all about us," Kevin said, confusion in his voice.
"Not all, but yes. A lot."
"Why?"
In the years that he had known her Faith had never been one to yield easily. Hell, she didn't yield period. Yet she trusted complete strangers with their secrets?
"What kind of question was that? It's not like I had a choice in the matter."
Kevin looked at her skeptically.
"You always have a choice."
"Fuck, I don't know!"
She threw her hands in the air in exasperation. She ignored the looks of her men as she hopped up from the bed.
"I guess I felt like I owed them. After all, they did save your life. Besides the only ones I told were the King and Prince."
"Speakin' of saving his life, what happened?" Tony questioned.
"I'm not really sure. I remember pulling the arrow out of my shoulder then blacking out. Next I saw the General, then I was out again."
"What then?" Shane probed.
"A bright light... Somebody talking in a weird language... Beautiful, but weird. Then... nothing. Until I woke up."
"Well... I'll tell ya this. You look like shit."
Faith was caught between a frown and a smile.
Kevin's usually vibrant green eyes lacked luster and his skin was paler than normal. A testament to the blood flowing slowly in his veins. Still, he looked happy.
"Granted you look better than you did last night, but you still look like shit."
"Oh, gee. Thanks a lot, Fay."
"I'm just tellin' the truth," she shrugged while smiling.
A loud growl, heard by all, sounded.
"Christ, Lance," Alex snickered. "Think you're hungry?"
"I know I am. We didn't eat last night."
"Nobody felt like eating anything last night," Connor said, looking up from his place on the floor probed up against a wall.
"Yes," Lance agreed. "But now it's today."
There was a knocking on the door and the men stood while Faith went to open it, slipping her small feet into the matching green shoes along the way. Waiting patiently was Legolas, dressed in his traditional green and brown.
An odd sense of pleasure stole through him at seeing her dressed in the style of his people, but his quickly shook it off.
"Nektewen informed me that you all had gathered here and I come to escort you to breakfast," he said, bowing.
Lance pushed by him, out the door in a second.
"All right! Food!"
"Don't mind him," Shane said in an apologetic tone. "He's just a little hungry."
Faith snorted.
"A little my ass. Food's been mentioned and now he's bouncin' off the walls."
"C'mon guys! I'm starvin'! Let's move!"
Smiling, Legolas turned to Faith and offered his arm. She stood staring at him blankly for a split second before realizing what he was doing. Slipping her arm through his she fell into step beside him.
"Last one out closes the door," she called out to those behind them.
"You heal remarkably fast for a human," Legolas commented, reaching over and gently trailing his fingers over a fading bruise on her cheek.
Suppressing a shiver she shrugged.
"All part of the training. Though I'm sure that bath last night helped some."
Changing the subject, he turned his head backwards, motioning towards Kevin.
"He's doing better."
She smiled.
"He is. Thank you again for your help."
"No need to thank us, mellon. He was injured and needed healing."
The way he said it... So casual. Like it would have been done for anyone.
"Mellon?" Her brows drew together in confusion. "What does that mean?"
"Friend. For you are my friend, are you not?" he questioned in all sincerity.
A sly grin crossed her face and she looked away from him.
"Well, I don't know. I *did* just meet you less than 24 hours ago."
The elf quickly caught onto her teasing and decided to play along.
He took on a look of anguish and brought his free hand to his heart.
"Your words pierce my heart like the swiftest of arrows."
"Well, you certainly have a way with words, Pretty Boy," Faith chuckled.
"We are here," Legolas announce, much to Lance's relief, and lead them into a room that was currently occupied only by the King.
When Thranduil looked upon his son and the Lady Faith even he had to admit they would have made a beautiful couple. Yet he looked upon them with something akin to fear.
Legolas' infatuation with the human was clear and in truth he knew why his son was taken with her so. She was an enigma. A breath of fresh air from those that constantly surrounded him. Not to mention the fact that she was from another world and had much to teach and show him.
He knew about Arwen and Aragorn and while he was happy for the two he prayed with all his might the same would not happen to his son. He was not ready to let him go. Not now. Not ever. He also knew that if his son was passionate about something there was no way anyone was capable of changing his mind. Including himself.
And so it was with a heavy heart that he continued to observe the golden prince and female general.
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Nova S- *laughs* I love that you reviewed for each chapter. That's SO sweet. Anyway, all shall be revealed in time. You must be patient.
LadyLaura020- Nope don't like 'em. They give me the creeps.
LegoLuver
Lailas
Meril
Rowana166
Vincentfreak Davofreak
Daughter of Night
Lady Nyght
WeasleyTwinsLover1112
sara
Dragoon- You idiot! You know I used your name. Don't play stupid! (Everyone say hi to my brother)
IF I COULD I'D MAIL YOU ALL CANDY! THANKS!!!! *_-
I know that someone of you think this romance in goin' a little fast, and I admit it. Then again... you have to remember that even though they know they're falling in love doesn't necessarily mean they'll act on it.
Besides, if you came face to face with an elf wouldn't you fall in love at first sight. HMMMMM??? :)
Chapter Five- Together Again
Morning came far too early. At least for Faith it did.
The sun created a hazy glow beneath her eyelids. Enough to cause even the most abt morning person to moan and groan in annoyance.
Forcing her eyes open she blinked rapidly to keep herself from going blind. Once her eyes adjusted to the light she sat up and stretched out the few kinks in her muscles.
As she got out of bed she frowned when she noticed her clothes were missing. She wasn't concerned with the whereabouts of her wardrobe, but the fact that she wasn't aware someone entered her room while she was sleeping did. The knowledge that someone was able to catch her in a moment of weakness upset her, and deeply. That someone had caught her so off guard was an unforgivable occurrence.
'How could someone come in without me knowing. I didn't hear anything, and I didn't think I was that tired.'
Her musings were interrupted by a soft Knocking.
"Come on in."
The door opened silently and revealed one of the most beautiful woman, or rather elf, Faith had ever seen. She was tall and slender with pale skin and rosy cheeks. Her honey colored hair fell past her waist in a slight wave and her eyes, the same golden brown as her hair, shone with a friendly light.
"Good morning, my lady. My name is Nektewen. Your handmaiden."
She glided into the room carrying a dress and slippers.
"Uh... Nektewen was it you who came in earlier for my clothes?"
"Yes, my lady."
"I wonder why I didn't hear you..." she pondered aloud.
The she elf smiled as she set her load on the bed.
"It's not all that surprising. Elves, by nature, are silent beings and human ears often cannot detect our movements."
"Well... That could do it."
"Your dress, my lady."
"A dress? You're gonna stick me in a dress."
Nektewen looked at her in confusion.
"Tis appropriate."
"Ah hell," she groaned. "Fine. Hand it over."
The elf gave the dress to Faith who moved behind a wooden separating blind.
"Were do you hail from, Lady Faith?"
"No place you ever heard of."
"You are probably right. I have not been outside Mirkwood for many years," she sighed ruefully.
Faith shimmed out of the nightgown and pulled on the dress.
"Don't feel too bad. Besides me and my men the only ones who know the name of my country are your royals."
When she stepped out from behind the blind she was surprised to see that Nektewen's eyes held a light of dreamy adoration.
"You met the Prince, then?"
"Yes," the woman answered wearily.
"Is he not the most beautiful creature you have ever seen?"
"The thought may have crossed my mind once... or twice."
"His birthday celebration is to be held this night."
Nektewen's honey eyes shone in anticipation, a smile on her face.
Faith drew back in surprise.
"His birthday? Really?"
"Indeed," she nodded enthusiastically. "For now though we must finish your dressing. Breakfast will soon start."
Nektewen moved to pick up a comb laying on the dresser.
"Sit," she ordered kindly while motioning to a small cushioned seat.
Sitting down the American general allowed the elf to brush out her auburn tresses.
"Your hair is oddly short for a female, Lady Faith," Nektewen commented eyeing the locks that fell a couple inches past her shoulders.
"In my life long hair would only get in the way."
Unlike normal soldiers with the average buzz cut she was allowed to keep her hair, granted it was not an impossible length. Buzz cuts just wouldn't look right when undercover or attending a foreign ball or state dinner. Besides that she wasn't ready to explain her origins all over again. It wasn't as if she didn't like, or even trust, the beautiful female.
'I've done more trustin' in one day than I have in the majority of my life. I don't even know these people! Must be an elf thing.'
When Nektewen was done with her hair, Faith turned on the seat.
"Would you please bring my men here? It shouldn't be too hard to find them. They're the only men around. Among other things."
"Of course, Lady. I will return shortly."
Nektewen left, leaving Faith alone once more. Standing from her seat she ventured to a full length mirror that was standing in a corner next to a night stand that held a wash basin.
As she gazed at her reflection she barely recognized herself.
The forest green gown brought out the green in her eyes. The bust was tight and the skirt flowing, not constricting, and offered room for maneuverability. It was sleeveless, revealing her slender arms and toned muscle. Intricate silver designs made its way throughout the dress. Her hair, which was usually left hanging or tied in ponytail, was pulled back to many braids, a few left down to frame her face.
"I look.... different."
Knocking sounded, jolting her out of her observations. Opening the door she forced in the laughter that threatened to pour forth at seeing her men fresh and clean, despite their many cuts and bruises, and dressed in elven tunics, leggings, and boots. She watched amused as the attention of her men was fixed solely on Nektewen, their mouths agape.
"Will that be all, Lady Faith?"
Her eyes darted from man to man, a flush touching her cheeks.
"Yes, that is all, Nektewen. Thank you," Faith replied with a smile, well aware of the she elf's lack of comfort.
With a quick curtsy the honey colored elf started down the hall.
The soldiers crowded in the doorway, some pushed back out into the hall, to watch the beautiful maiden disappear down another corridor.
"Damn," Ivan muttered, breaking the silence.
"So Tony," Alex started. "What do you think now?"
"I'm starting to like this dream."
Kevin laughed, slapping the Italian man good naturally on the back.
Faith cleared her throat to gain their attention and when they finally faced her their eyes widened in surprise.
Sighing in annoyance at their wandering eyes, she uttered a sound close to a growl.
"If your eyes get any bigger I will be forced to remove them from your heads."
All at once they looked away. She may not make good on that particular threat, but there were plenty others she would have no qualms following through with.
"Don't mind us, Fay. It's just that we, uh... uh..." Justin looked towards each of his comrades beseechingly.
"Out with it soldier," Faith grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
"We're not used to seein' you so... so..."
"So what?"
She knew she was making him nervous, but she couldn't help it. It was just so amusing watching them squirm.
The men looked on in worry, silently praying that Justin would just say what he was thinking before their leader exploded and did them all some harm.
"Gorgeous! You know... With the dress and the hair... You look gorgeous," he managed to stutter out.
"So you're saying I didn't look good before?"
She felt the smirk fighting it's way to the surface, but she held it back.
Meanwhile, Justin started to panic.
"NO! I'm not sayin' that! You've always been hot! It's just now..."
"Justin!" Joe snapped, irritation past his handling point. "Shut up, man!"
Brad nodded his pale blonde head.
"No matter what you say she's gonna get ya," he rationalized. "You're better off just keepin' quiet."
Faith finally let herself grin at the rattled appearance of the blue-green eyed man.
"Relax, Justin," she laughed. "I'm just screwin' with your head."
Next she walked over to Kevin and laid a gentle hand on his cheek, her eyes relaying her relief.
"You're up."
"Yep. The guys explained everything, and I gotta say... It's like we're in some fantasy novel."
"Tell me about it."
Dropping her hand she moved to sit on the bed. Her men went around finding their own comfortable spots; whether it be on the bed, floor, dresser top, chair, or just standing.
"They told me that you told a couple strangers all about us," Kevin said, confusion in his voice.
"Not all, but yes. A lot."
"Why?"
In the years that he had known her Faith had never been one to yield easily. Hell, she didn't yield period. Yet she trusted complete strangers with their secrets?
"What kind of question was that? It's not like I had a choice in the matter."
Kevin looked at her skeptically.
"You always have a choice."
"Fuck, I don't know!"
She threw her hands in the air in exasperation. She ignored the looks of her men as she hopped up from the bed.
"I guess I felt like I owed them. After all, they did save your life. Besides the only ones I told were the King and Prince."
"Speakin' of saving his life, what happened?" Tony questioned.
"I'm not really sure. I remember pulling the arrow out of my shoulder then blacking out. Next I saw the General, then I was out again."
"What then?" Shane probed.
"A bright light... Somebody talking in a weird language... Beautiful, but weird. Then... nothing. Until I woke up."
"Well... I'll tell ya this. You look like shit."
Faith was caught between a frown and a smile.
Kevin's usually vibrant green eyes lacked luster and his skin was paler than normal. A testament to the blood flowing slowly in his veins. Still, he looked happy.
"Granted you look better than you did last night, but you still look like shit."
"Oh, gee. Thanks a lot, Fay."
"I'm just tellin' the truth," she shrugged while smiling.
A loud growl, heard by all, sounded.
"Christ, Lance," Alex snickered. "Think you're hungry?"
"I know I am. We didn't eat last night."
"Nobody felt like eating anything last night," Connor said, looking up from his place on the floor probed up against a wall.
"Yes," Lance agreed. "But now it's today."
There was a knocking on the door and the men stood while Faith went to open it, slipping her small feet into the matching green shoes along the way. Waiting patiently was Legolas, dressed in his traditional green and brown.
An odd sense of pleasure stole through him at seeing her dressed in the style of his people, but his quickly shook it off.
"Nektewen informed me that you all had gathered here and I come to escort you to breakfast," he said, bowing.
Lance pushed by him, out the door in a second.
"All right! Food!"
"Don't mind him," Shane said in an apologetic tone. "He's just a little hungry."
Faith snorted.
"A little my ass. Food's been mentioned and now he's bouncin' off the walls."
"C'mon guys! I'm starvin'! Let's move!"
Smiling, Legolas turned to Faith and offered his arm. She stood staring at him blankly for a split second before realizing what he was doing. Slipping her arm through his she fell into step beside him.
"Last one out closes the door," she called out to those behind them.
"You heal remarkably fast for a human," Legolas commented, reaching over and gently trailing his fingers over a fading bruise on her cheek.
Suppressing a shiver she shrugged.
"All part of the training. Though I'm sure that bath last night helped some."
Changing the subject, he turned his head backwards, motioning towards Kevin.
"He's doing better."
She smiled.
"He is. Thank you again for your help."
"No need to thank us, mellon. He was injured and needed healing."
The way he said it... So casual. Like it would have been done for anyone.
"Mellon?" Her brows drew together in confusion. "What does that mean?"
"Friend. For you are my friend, are you not?" he questioned in all sincerity.
A sly grin crossed her face and she looked away from him.
"Well, I don't know. I *did* just meet you less than 24 hours ago."
The elf quickly caught onto her teasing and decided to play along.
He took on a look of anguish and brought his free hand to his heart.
"Your words pierce my heart like the swiftest of arrows."
"Well, you certainly have a way with words, Pretty Boy," Faith chuckled.
"We are here," Legolas announce, much to Lance's relief, and lead them into a room that was currently occupied only by the King.
When Thranduil looked upon his son and the Lady Faith even he had to admit they would have made a beautiful couple. Yet he looked upon them with something akin to fear.
Legolas' infatuation with the human was clear and in truth he knew why his son was taken with her so. She was an enigma. A breath of fresh air from those that constantly surrounded him. Not to mention the fact that she was from another world and had much to teach and show him.
He knew about Arwen and Aragorn and while he was happy for the two he prayed with all his might the same would not happen to his son. He was not ready to let him go. Not now. Not ever. He also knew that if his son was passionate about something there was no way anyone was capable of changing his mind. Including himself.
And so it was with a heavy heart that he continued to observe the golden prince and female general.
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Guess what? REVIEW
If you have any questions just ask. I will try my best to answer them, whether it be woven into the story or explained outright.
Once again I say that if you what me to notify you of new chapters TELL ME and LEAVE YOUR E-MAIL.