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so long for updates. I've been haveing some personal problems and a lot of
computer trouble. Normaly I am really busy, but I will try to update every
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Panic
She starred into a pair of eyes that were very different from her own. There was something familiar about them that she could not quite place. They were the color of a misty morning sky, so light blue that they were almost grey. They seemed to speak to her, calling to her, drawing her in, She wanted to answer them, to join them, but she held back.
From the time she was a young girl she had given up on trust. Trust was nothing but a curse to her. Everyone she had placed any trust in, since that horrible day, had been trying to hurt her, or gotten hurt by the poeple or things that were after her. She did not see any threat in these eyes, but she had been fooled before.
She stole her gaze fromthe mysterious eyes and contemplated the face that they belonged to. It was the face of a male. His hair was pale blonde and hung down into her face, caressing her skin with its silken touch. The face was long with strong features. As her gaze worked its way over his face she noticed a strong jaw and hypnotic lips. They seemed to be pulling her towards him. She wanted to kiss him, to taste him, and to drink of his essence, but again she held back. For as shehad looked up to lock eyes with him once again she noticed somthing very peculiar.
He had pointed ears. This person was not human. " What is he? And where am I?!"Her thoghts started to race through her head as the haze over her thoughts dissipated. " I should be dead!" she thought " They shot me." The rememberance of her injuries brought with them thier pain. She screamed at the unexpected sensation and her body arched in response to it. She felt a strong, firm pair of hands on her shoulders, holding her down, and remembered thier master, thier restraint of her movement sent her into a panic.
"What if he's after me too!?" she thought" I have to get away from him!"She began to struggle against his hold. The stress of these violent movements on her already unstable wounds caused them to weep new blood. The pain was blinding, but she was now running on instinct and adreneline.She screamed in pain and frustration as it became clear that he was not about to let her go anywhere. Then she heard them.
"Those words, they're so beautiful." she thought as he once again tried to calm her.
"Tampa. Lle anta est." (" Stop.You need rest. "I appologize if my elvish is horrible. I'm new at it.)They seemed to have the desired effect of the speaker for she began to calm herself and his grip on her shoulders loosened.
"It's almost as if...- but wait.what if it is a trick,or a spell!"she thought and panic took hold of her once more. She struggled against him yet again, but this time she had caught him off his gaurd.
She took advantage of his suprise and threw her seft fist towards his head, connecting with his right temple. However, when she did this she had failed to remember that the wound she had sustained from the arrow was also in her left side. The effect of this exhertion on her wound was a wave of pain so powerful that she nearly passed out. The pain had rendered her tempoarily paralized and her oppressor took advantage ofthis and pinned her arms to the bed, carefully advoiding her seft side. Deprived of the use of her arms she reverted to her legs, trying to kick him off of her, not noticing the pain in her badly cut and bruised feet.
Haldir's anger and frustration were growing as he was forced to sit on her legs, stadling her, to advoid any further injury to either of them. This tension was reflected in his voice. " Tampa! Lle naa autiena arwa lle!"(Stop you will hurt yourself.) She could not understand any of the mesmerizing and foriegn words coming out of his mouth. However, she could tell that he was becoming quite annoyed with her screaming and thrashing about. She began to argue back in her native, Celtic toungue for him to release her and tell her where she was and who he was.
Their voices continued to raise and they could now be heard in the hall outside. Servants and passers by stopped to listen. they could her a male voice, speaking in Elvish, trying to reason with a hysterical woman. However, it was doing him no good and he was getting quite angry. The woman sounded furious and was speaking in a strange language. Several listeners were considering bringing thier aid to the elf inside, but thought better of it when they saw Galadriel advancing down the hall towards the room.
Galadriel saw that a crowd had gathered at the door as a result of the commotion from within. she reassured them that all would soon be well and to carry on wih thier own affairs. They all obliged her and walked away, still very confused. She took a moment to collect herself and prepare for what she may whitness. She could hear the cries of the woman and understand her. Galadriel knew that the woman was angry and confused. She also knew that the task ahead of her would not e easy as she took hold of the brass door handle and turned it.
The sight that met Galadriel as she silently walked into the room was startling, but not altogether unsetling. She could see that the two were in the middle of a rather heated argument and in a rather suggestive position. She took notice that although Haldir was furious and forceful, he had taken great care not to upset any of the young womans injuries. Galadriel also realized that the young woman was not afraid of Haldir, but she was very upset with him. They seemed to be chalenging each other and meeting the challenges with the same attitude and ferocity. " Good, " Galadriel thought, "they are a perfect match.Now all that is left to do is let them realize it. "
" Aheem!" Galadriel cleared her throat loudly. Both Haldir and the young woman stopped thier shouting and looked to Galadriel, supprised to have been interupted." Haldir you may relinquish your hold on our young guest. She will remain calm. " Galadriel commanded. As she spoke to Haldir she also spoke to the young woman's mind, telling her to stop resisting. She was among friends and safe.
Haldir slowly got off the maiden, as he was still wary of her. As he stood by the bed and rubbed his now slightly swollen and bruising temple he waws silently thankful to Galadriel for coming back when she did. In the process of carring for this mysterious woman his heart was a tempest of several different emotions. He was intrigued by this new arrival. She seemed to spark somthing in him that he never knew existed, and he was being drawn to her for some unkown reason. This starge attraction was causing self- doubt and anger, butat the same timehe felt morealive than he had in ages. It was all very confusing and got worse when he had to restrain her. He felt the feeling of desire that he had managed to repress ,durring this entire ordeal , rise yet again with a vengance. He was losing the battle even as their argument had become hotter. Her was lossing the struggle to keep from giving in and kissing her even s Galadriel had made her presence known. Only then was he able to harness his desire and regain his composure.He began to realize that keeping these feelings for this woman tohimself would not be easy.
Panic
She starred into a pair of eyes that were very different from her own. There was something familiar about them that she could not quite place. They were the color of a misty morning sky, so light blue that they were almost grey. They seemed to speak to her, calling to her, drawing her in, She wanted to answer them, to join them, but she held back.
From the time she was a young girl she had given up on trust. Trust was nothing but a curse to her. Everyone she had placed any trust in, since that horrible day, had been trying to hurt her, or gotten hurt by the poeple or things that were after her. She did not see any threat in these eyes, but she had been fooled before.
She stole her gaze fromthe mysterious eyes and contemplated the face that they belonged to. It was the face of a male. His hair was pale blonde and hung down into her face, caressing her skin with its silken touch. The face was long with strong features. As her gaze worked its way over his face she noticed a strong jaw and hypnotic lips. They seemed to be pulling her towards him. She wanted to kiss him, to taste him, and to drink of his essence, but again she held back. For as shehad looked up to lock eyes with him once again she noticed somthing very peculiar.
He had pointed ears. This person was not human. " What is he? And where am I?!"Her thoghts started to race through her head as the haze over her thoughts dissipated. " I should be dead!" she thought " They shot me." The rememberance of her injuries brought with them thier pain. She screamed at the unexpected sensation and her body arched in response to it. She felt a strong, firm pair of hands on her shoulders, holding her down, and remembered thier master, thier restraint of her movement sent her into a panic.
"What if he's after me too!?" she thought" I have to get away from him!"She began to struggle against his hold. The stress of these violent movements on her already unstable wounds caused them to weep new blood. The pain was blinding, but she was now running on instinct and adreneline.She screamed in pain and frustration as it became clear that he was not about to let her go anywhere. Then she heard them.
"Those words, they're so beautiful." she thought as he once again tried to calm her.
"Tampa. Lle anta est." (" Stop.You need rest. "I appologize if my elvish is horrible. I'm new at it.)They seemed to have the desired effect of the speaker for she began to calm herself and his grip on her shoulders loosened.
"It's almost as if...- but wait.what if it is a trick,or a spell!"she thought and panic took hold of her once more. She struggled against him yet again, but this time she had caught him off his gaurd.
She took advantage of his suprise and threw her seft fist towards his head, connecting with his right temple. However, when she did this she had failed to remember that the wound she had sustained from the arrow was also in her left side. The effect of this exhertion on her wound was a wave of pain so powerful that she nearly passed out. The pain had rendered her tempoarily paralized and her oppressor took advantage ofthis and pinned her arms to the bed, carefully advoiding her seft side. Deprived of the use of her arms she reverted to her legs, trying to kick him off of her, not noticing the pain in her badly cut and bruised feet.
Haldir's anger and frustration were growing as he was forced to sit on her legs, stadling her, to advoid any further injury to either of them. This tension was reflected in his voice. " Tampa! Lle naa autiena arwa lle!"(Stop you will hurt yourself.) She could not understand any of the mesmerizing and foriegn words coming out of his mouth. However, she could tell that he was becoming quite annoyed with her screaming and thrashing about. She began to argue back in her native, Celtic toungue for him to release her and tell her where she was and who he was.
Their voices continued to raise and they could now be heard in the hall outside. Servants and passers by stopped to listen. they could her a male voice, speaking in Elvish, trying to reason with a hysterical woman. However, it was doing him no good and he was getting quite angry. The woman sounded furious and was speaking in a strange language. Several listeners were considering bringing thier aid to the elf inside, but thought better of it when they saw Galadriel advancing down the hall towards the room.
Galadriel saw that a crowd had gathered at the door as a result of the commotion from within. she reassured them that all would soon be well and to carry on wih thier own affairs. They all obliged her and walked away, still very confused. She took a moment to collect herself and prepare for what she may whitness. She could hear the cries of the woman and understand her. Galadriel knew that the woman was angry and confused. She also knew that the task ahead of her would not e easy as she took hold of the brass door handle and turned it.
The sight that met Galadriel as she silently walked into the room was startling, but not altogether unsetling. She could see that the two were in the middle of a rather heated argument and in a rather suggestive position. She took notice that although Haldir was furious and forceful, he had taken great care not to upset any of the young womans injuries. Galadriel also realized that the young woman was not afraid of Haldir, but she was very upset with him. They seemed to be chalenging each other and meeting the challenges with the same attitude and ferocity. " Good, " Galadriel thought, "they are a perfect match.Now all that is left to do is let them realize it. "
" Aheem!" Galadriel cleared her throat loudly. Both Haldir and the young woman stopped thier shouting and looked to Galadriel, supprised to have been interupted." Haldir you may relinquish your hold on our young guest. She will remain calm. " Galadriel commanded. As she spoke to Haldir she also spoke to the young woman's mind, telling her to stop resisting. She was among friends and safe.
Haldir slowly got off the maiden, as he was still wary of her. As he stood by the bed and rubbed his now slightly swollen and bruising temple he waws silently thankful to Galadriel for coming back when she did. In the process of carring for this mysterious woman his heart was a tempest of several different emotions. He was intrigued by this new arrival. She seemed to spark somthing in him that he never knew existed, and he was being drawn to her for some unkown reason. This starge attraction was causing self- doubt and anger, butat the same timehe felt morealive than he had in ages. It was all very confusing and got worse when he had to restrain her. He felt the feeling of desire that he had managed to repress ,durring this entire ordeal , rise yet again with a vengance. He was losing the battle even as their argument had become hotter. Her was lossing the struggle to keep from giving in and kissing her even s Galadriel had made her presence known. Only then was he able to harness his desire and regain his composure.He began to realize that keeping these feelings for this woman tohimself would not be easy.