Okay, the second chapter. This one is probably going to be one of my favorite chapters...at least until I get to some of the
later chapters. Two familiar characters (or at least they SHOULD be familiar, even if you've only seen the movie) from
LOTR are going to be showing themselves in this chapter...because I'm tired of my story being monolouge-ish, if it were
like that the entire time, I'd start getting flamed, and I don't think that I could take that. BTW, I remember someone
correcting the grammar usage in one of my friends' fics...it would be very much appreciated if nobody did that, even if it
drives you nuts, you should NOT do that...I will start telling off the people who do in MY reviews of this story. Anyway, I would like people who are nice enough to review my story to continue to let me know how old you think the person is that has written this. Disclaimer, again: Roses are red, Violets are blue, me no own LOTR stuff, so you no sue. I must remind all that I DO own Nimrodel (the living one), Azerith (not the one on fanfiction.net or Avalon), and anyone else that I make up...I don't own these names, however. Now, on with the action (finally...I love writing these parts, I plan them as carefully as I possibly can ^-^)!
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I ran as fast as I could toward where the scream came from, setting an arrow on my bow as I went. Whence I arrived
where the problem was, fear bolted through me; a Ring Wraith had a middle-aged king-looking guy cornered and was
about to run him through with it's sword. ~So that's who screamed...dude, I gotta help him, or he's gonna be a
king-cabob!!!~(A/N: I just made that part up for no apparent reason what-so-ever...if you find it corny or whatever, don't
tell me, okay?) I shot the arrow I had set on my way to my current spot; the arrow flew truely and hit the Wraith dead on. ~YES!!!...ooooohhhhhh crap, I'm screwed now~ The Wraith was either bored with the king-like dude, or I had made him really mad; he started to charge with his sword pointed at ME now. I then carefully planned exactly when I would use my very practiced move. The Wraith was charging so fast that there was not much of a chance of it being able to stop fast. Since I was in a forest, I non-chalantly walked in front of a tree and prepared for the strike. At the last minute, and when I say last minute, I mean LAST minute, I quickly side-stepped the attack and sent the Wraith into the tree behind me, head first. ~HA!!! I almost feel sorry for you...ALMOST!!!...ow, he cut my ankle, he shall get what's coming to him...if he didn't already!!!~ " Hey, buddy, I bet you couldn't even hit the broad side of a barn, let alone me!" Of course, as when anyone else goes on like that, they lose their chance to get the one up on the opposing force; the Wraith got up faster than expected and began to charge me down again, so all I had time to do was get a short head start on him. When I could no longer run from the Wraith, I leened against a tree that was in back of me and basically cowered in fear. He had his sword right up against me, about to reem my heart through, when a jade blur knocked the Wraith over. Unfortunately, I was still stabbed with the sword, only in the shoulder, so my death had not yet occured. The king guy ran over and began to help the person who had been the jade blur. After a few minutes the Wraith went away in fear. The two men, after collecting themselves, came over to me, now slumped over on the ground; I then lost consiousness.
When I awoke, dawn had come. I then attempted to get up using my right arm, "ow...", it was painful to use my main
arm in any way. When I had attempted to get up, the guy in jade woke up.
"Good morning, I'm glad to see that you are alright, that is, if you are...are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm alright...accept for my arm, I can't use it to get up."
"That would be because of the Wraith's sword , it's actually a miracle that you are still alive...which is why we must get you to Rivendell as soon as possible, so that your life isn't taken from you anyway."
" So, why exactly would I die if I didn't get to Rivendell in time?"
" A Wraith's blade has a kind of poison in it that will kill whoever it pierces, most people would die instantly...but it is my theory that you did not die because you are an Elf. We must get you to Elrond as soon as possible so then he can rid you of the deadly poison in your blood stream."
"...well, I must admit, this really sucks big-time...meaning there still being a chance of dying...so where exactly are we?"
"This is Middle Earth, and we are somewhere in between Rivendell and Mirkwood. Oh yeah, my name is Legolas, what's your's?"
"Okay, to be honest with you, I don't remember what my name is."
"Well...to use your phrase, I suppose that really sucks too, right?"
"Actually it's not really that bad, but the only real problem is that nobody here knows who I am, so I can't ask anyone what my name is...so that means that nobody has anything to call me to let me know that they want to talk to me."
"...well, I guess I could give you a name...that is, if you don't mind..."
"The only reason I wouldn't appreciate it is if the name was demeaning...or if the meaning of the name is demeaning...other than that, have at it!, I have no objections."
"Hmmmmm...I've got it!!!! How about Nimrodel?"
"What does it mean?"
"I believe it means Lady of theWhite Grotto...she lived on the banks of the river named after her...and Amroth, the king of Lothlorien, was in love with her...that's not a bad thing is it?"
"Personally, I can't find anything insulting about that...why, is there something bad about it?"
"No, so I guess that's what we should call you...of course, if it's all right with you..."
"Of course it's okay...so I guess my name is Nimrodel now, right?"
"Yes, I would suppose so...so where are you from?"
"Actually, I used something called a linking book to get here; I come from a different dimension."
"Okay, I didn't really understand a word you just said, but is it safe to assume that you're not from around here?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that..."
We didn't go anywhere because Legolas and Aragorn(that's who the other guy was; he was starting to get tired of being called Elessar all the time) said I still needed to rest another day before we started to Rivendell. It was dusk when I started to have the feeling that someone was going to stumble upon our spot before nightfall. About an hour later we heard a disturbence in the bushes. Legolas set an arrow ready to let it go at whatever, or whoever it was. I began to cautiously making my way towards the bushes to see what the hell was there.
"Stand back, it might be dangerous."
"Please, you act like I'm some helpless maiden in distress or something...I mean you DID tell me that you were impressed with my distraction the other day..."
"She IS right Legolas, just leave her be."
"But she's already gotten hurt enough by the Ring Wra-"
"What's your point? I can still defend myself...one attack isn't gonna stop me, I mean, I wouldn't have attempted to help Aragorn get away if I was that concerned about safety!!!"
"Exactly, you weren't that concerned about your OWN safety; you're a girl and a-" During this argument Aragorn starting to roll his eyes at how stupid this all was when he stopped as if he was just struck with a thought about why Legolas was acting so over-protective.
"Very good Legolas, you know what gender I am, now answer me this: did you just figure that out all by yourself or did you already know that already..." [A/N: as you probably don't know, Nimrodel can be rather sarcastic, at times more insulting than she wants it to be...of course, this isn't one of those times...^-^]
"As I was saying before, you are a girl and you shouldn't be doing these sort of thi- GET AWAY FROM THERE!!!!!" While he had been talking I had been nonchalauntly limping my way towards the bushes.
"Jeez Legolas, I can take care of myself...I mean really now, if you haven't realized it already, I don't listen to anyone except myself unless I find that I should, and I find that I should see what the hell's back there...so just leave me be for at least just this once." While I was talking I made my way to a good distance away from the bush. "Okay, whoever you are, show yourself or you'll become a human shishcabob...or a shishcabob of whatever you are."
"Hey, it's me, I don't want to be a shishcabob...and I know that you wouldn't want me to be one either."
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Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!! Once again, I have attempted to leave this as a cliff-hanger!!!!!!!....though I'd be even ore satisfied with my cliff-hanger if I knew that the person who just talked at the end was reading this...then not only would my friends that I WILL attempt to fit in here eventually would be pissed off at me...but this friend of mine might possibly be pissed off at me as well for leaving my story like this!!!!!! I must say this though: I am EXTREMELY proud of my writing. Why this is: because I was able to fit my characters' existence into the very history of Middle Earth itself...I will have another work on the history of my characters' coming of existence into Middle Earth...when this is going to be written and put up...Simoriah: Girl of Summer has not the slightest clue of when...^-^
later chapters. Two familiar characters (or at least they SHOULD be familiar, even if you've only seen the movie) from
LOTR are going to be showing themselves in this chapter...because I'm tired of my story being monolouge-ish, if it were
like that the entire time, I'd start getting flamed, and I don't think that I could take that. BTW, I remember someone
correcting the grammar usage in one of my friends' fics...it would be very much appreciated if nobody did that, even if it
drives you nuts, you should NOT do that...I will start telling off the people who do in MY reviews of this story. Anyway, I would like people who are nice enough to review my story to continue to let me know how old you think the person is that has written this. Disclaimer, again: Roses are red, Violets are blue, me no own LOTR stuff, so you no sue. I must remind all that I DO own Nimrodel (the living one), Azerith (not the one on fanfiction.net or Avalon), and anyone else that I make up...I don't own these names, however. Now, on with the action (finally...I love writing these parts, I plan them as carefully as I possibly can ^-^)!
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I ran as fast as I could toward where the scream came from, setting an arrow on my bow as I went. Whence I arrived
where the problem was, fear bolted through me; a Ring Wraith had a middle-aged king-looking guy cornered and was
about to run him through with it's sword. ~So that's who screamed...dude, I gotta help him, or he's gonna be a
king-cabob!!!~(A/N: I just made that part up for no apparent reason what-so-ever...if you find it corny or whatever, don't
tell me, okay?) I shot the arrow I had set on my way to my current spot; the arrow flew truely and hit the Wraith dead on. ~YES!!!...ooooohhhhhh crap, I'm screwed now~ The Wraith was either bored with the king-like dude, or I had made him really mad; he started to charge with his sword pointed at ME now. I then carefully planned exactly when I would use my very practiced move. The Wraith was charging so fast that there was not much of a chance of it being able to stop fast. Since I was in a forest, I non-chalantly walked in front of a tree and prepared for the strike. At the last minute, and when I say last minute, I mean LAST minute, I quickly side-stepped the attack and sent the Wraith into the tree behind me, head first. ~HA!!! I almost feel sorry for you...ALMOST!!!...ow, he cut my ankle, he shall get what's coming to him...if he didn't already!!!~ " Hey, buddy, I bet you couldn't even hit the broad side of a barn, let alone me!" Of course, as when anyone else goes on like that, they lose their chance to get the one up on the opposing force; the Wraith got up faster than expected and began to charge me down again, so all I had time to do was get a short head start on him. When I could no longer run from the Wraith, I leened against a tree that was in back of me and basically cowered in fear. He had his sword right up against me, about to reem my heart through, when a jade blur knocked the Wraith over. Unfortunately, I was still stabbed with the sword, only in the shoulder, so my death had not yet occured. The king guy ran over and began to help the person who had been the jade blur. After a few minutes the Wraith went away in fear. The two men, after collecting themselves, came over to me, now slumped over on the ground; I then lost consiousness.
When I awoke, dawn had come. I then attempted to get up using my right arm, "ow...", it was painful to use my main
arm in any way. When I had attempted to get up, the guy in jade woke up.
"Good morning, I'm glad to see that you are alright, that is, if you are...are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm alright...accept for my arm, I can't use it to get up."
"That would be because of the Wraith's sword , it's actually a miracle that you are still alive...which is why we must get you to Rivendell as soon as possible, so that your life isn't taken from you anyway."
" So, why exactly would I die if I didn't get to Rivendell in time?"
" A Wraith's blade has a kind of poison in it that will kill whoever it pierces, most people would die instantly...but it is my theory that you did not die because you are an Elf. We must get you to Elrond as soon as possible so then he can rid you of the deadly poison in your blood stream."
"...well, I must admit, this really sucks big-time...meaning there still being a chance of dying...so where exactly are we?"
"This is Middle Earth, and we are somewhere in between Rivendell and Mirkwood. Oh yeah, my name is Legolas, what's your's?"
"Okay, to be honest with you, I don't remember what my name is."
"Well...to use your phrase, I suppose that really sucks too, right?"
"Actually it's not really that bad, but the only real problem is that nobody here knows who I am, so I can't ask anyone what my name is...so that means that nobody has anything to call me to let me know that they want to talk to me."
"...well, I guess I could give you a name...that is, if you don't mind..."
"The only reason I wouldn't appreciate it is if the name was demeaning...or if the meaning of the name is demeaning...other than that, have at it!, I have no objections."
"Hmmmmm...I've got it!!!! How about Nimrodel?"
"What does it mean?"
"I believe it means Lady of theWhite Grotto...she lived on the banks of the river named after her...and Amroth, the king of Lothlorien, was in love with her...that's not a bad thing is it?"
"Personally, I can't find anything insulting about that...why, is there something bad about it?"
"No, so I guess that's what we should call you...of course, if it's all right with you..."
"Of course it's okay...so I guess my name is Nimrodel now, right?"
"Yes, I would suppose so...so where are you from?"
"Actually, I used something called a linking book to get here; I come from a different dimension."
"Okay, I didn't really understand a word you just said, but is it safe to assume that you're not from around here?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that..."
We didn't go anywhere because Legolas and Aragorn(that's who the other guy was; he was starting to get tired of being called Elessar all the time) said I still needed to rest another day before we started to Rivendell. It was dusk when I started to have the feeling that someone was going to stumble upon our spot before nightfall. About an hour later we heard a disturbence in the bushes. Legolas set an arrow ready to let it go at whatever, or whoever it was. I began to cautiously making my way towards the bushes to see what the hell was there.
"Stand back, it might be dangerous."
"Please, you act like I'm some helpless maiden in distress or something...I mean you DID tell me that you were impressed with my distraction the other day..."
"She IS right Legolas, just leave her be."
"But she's already gotten hurt enough by the Ring Wra-"
"What's your point? I can still defend myself...one attack isn't gonna stop me, I mean, I wouldn't have attempted to help Aragorn get away if I was that concerned about safety!!!"
"Exactly, you weren't that concerned about your OWN safety; you're a girl and a-" During this argument Aragorn starting to roll his eyes at how stupid this all was when he stopped as if he was just struck with a thought about why Legolas was acting so over-protective.
"Very good Legolas, you know what gender I am, now answer me this: did you just figure that out all by yourself or did you already know that already..." [A/N: as you probably don't know, Nimrodel can be rather sarcastic, at times more insulting than she wants it to be...of course, this isn't one of those times...^-^]
"As I was saying before, you are a girl and you shouldn't be doing these sort of thi- GET AWAY FROM THERE!!!!!" While he had been talking I had been nonchalauntly limping my way towards the bushes.
"Jeez Legolas, I can take care of myself...I mean really now, if you haven't realized it already, I don't listen to anyone except myself unless I find that I should, and I find that I should see what the hell's back there...so just leave me be for at least just this once." While I was talking I made my way to a good distance away from the bush. "Okay, whoever you are, show yourself or you'll become a human shishcabob...or a shishcabob of whatever you are."
"Hey, it's me, I don't want to be a shishcabob...and I know that you wouldn't want me to be one either."
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Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!! Once again, I have attempted to leave this as a cliff-hanger!!!!!!!....though I'd be even ore satisfied with my cliff-hanger if I knew that the person who just talked at the end was reading this...then not only would my friends that I WILL attempt to fit in here eventually would be pissed off at me...but this friend of mine might possibly be pissed off at me as well for leaving my story like this!!!!!! I must say this though: I am EXTREMELY proud of my writing. Why this is: because I was able to fit my characters' existence into the very history of Middle Earth itself...I will have another work on the history of my characters' coming of existence into Middle Earth...when this is going to be written and put up...Simoriah: Girl of Summer has not the slightest clue of when...^-^