DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN LORD OF THE RINGS.
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~Elvish~
"Common"
#Japanese#
Translations
If I know the real word in a language, I'll write it in that language inside the symbols. If I don't, I'll just use English inside the symbols.
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Rhiannon- Ree-ann-on
Megami- Meg-om-ee
Setsuki-Set-sook-ee
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Not much 2 say. 1:30 am. Just feel like writin' the story...
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Rhiannon's P.O.V.
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That's it, next time I see her, Megami is SOOOOO dead!! SHE was allowed to wear pants to the $@#*$%* banquet. I on the other hand, got yelled at by every maid in sight. Fate is cruel-cruel indeed.
I tried to explain to them that I ALREADY had something to wear. They asked, no DEMANDED, that I show it to them.
Reaching into my bag, I pulled out my class B's from CAP. Since CAP is an auxiliary of the Air Force, we wear Air Force uniforms. In other words, shiny black shoes, black socks, dark blue pants (with dark blue belt and silver buckle), light blue shirt (white buttons, dark blue nameplate), and a dark blue triangle-like hat.
They freaked out when they saw it. I mean, they absolutely FLIPPED. "YOU CAN'T WEAR THAT!" "HOW CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF WEARING SUCH A THING TO A FORMAL BANQUET!?" "ARE YOU MAD!?"
I was tempted to ask them the same thing, seeing as I wasn't the one screaming at the top of my lungs (for once).
So, I had to make a deal. I would wear the skirt version of the uniform (which is same thing except no socks, tan pantyhose, & the skirt is dark blue) as long as I was allowed to wear the uniform at all. Eventually, when I explained to them that it was my duty to represent CAP well, and well meant wearing a uniform, they relented. Of course though, they still had to grumble about the length- knee. Their fashion was more like-six foot train that trails behind you for miles.
I pulled my hair up into a bun off my neck (as is the rules in CAP). Naturally, the maids complained about THAT too. They wanted to style my hair in a grand fashion. To tell you the truth, it didn't matter how you wore your hair, as long as it didn't touch your collar, and the color was natural. Of course, I'd never let THEM know that.
Slipping down the hall before anyone could say or do anything ELSE to me, I arrived at the banquet. Megami wasn't there yet. Probably still deciding on her color pants, the little...
Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was she. "You wore your blues?" She asked, referring to the uniform. "What, no hello?" I asked. She smiled. "Hello Cadet Rhiannon Morgan, you wore your blues to the banquet?" She asked again. I chuckled. "Yep."
She just sighed, shaking her head in defeat. As you can see, she's not a real big fan of CAP.
At that moment, Valkeron walked over. "Evening, ladies. Rhiannon, what on Middle-Earth are you wearing? I've never seen such a style before..." Megami burst out laughing, and I, grumbling, walked away. I could still hear Valkeron asking questions. "What did I say? Was it something I did?"
I sighed again, and made my way over to the snack table. I received strange glances from many other people too. I had just vowed to myself that I would flip off the next elf that gave me a funny look, when I noticed someone. Or rather, two someones...
Rushing over, my thoughts were confirmed. Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took (better known as Merry and Pippin) were sitting at the table getting drunk. I chuckled to myself, shaking my head. "Something amusing about two halflings getting drunk, milady?" Asked a deep voice behind me.
I whirled around, only to come face to face with Aragorn and Arwen. "Your majesties..." I curtsied.
(A/N: Few years after the war; no one dead or gone.) They nodded. "I don't believe that we've met. I am the Lady Undomiel and this is my husband, King Ellassar." (A/N: Sorry, I know that's spelled wrong, but whatever...)
I nodded. "Basic Cadet Rhiannon Morgan." They gave me funny looks too, but I couldn't flip them off (as much as I wanted to)...
"Are you one of the two maidens from another world?" Asked the king. I nodded. "Yes, sir." "I see." He said simply. "Well, if you'll excuse us, we must go and greet some more people before they think us rude." Said the queen. I curtsied. "Of course. Good evening, your majesties." They nodded and left, arm in arm.
"I see that you've met the famous Lady Evenstar and her husband." Said yet ANOTHER voice behind me. I turned around and saw Legolas and Megami. Legolas was grinning like a Cheshire cat and Megami looked nervous as hell. "Yes, nice people." I answered. He nodded and said "Please pardon us, we are headed out onto the dance floor..."
A wicked grin spread over my face and I got an evil twinkle in my eye. "Uh oh..." I heard Megami mumble. "Your highness, may I just talk to Megami for one quick moment before you two have your dance?" I asked sweetly. "Of course!" "NO!" They said in unison, then looked at each other strangely. I giggled and grabbed Megami's wrist, pulling her off to one side.
"So, my little friend's all grown up!" I pretended to sob like a mother. "I never thought I'd see the day!" I pulled a napkin off a nearby table, and pretended to dry my eyes. "O put a sock in it." She said, shoving past me and towards Legolas. I threw the napkin aside and smirked. I could hear Legolas asking her "What was the Lady Rhiannon weeping about?" "She was just pretending." Megami answered. Then, they disappeared into the crowd.
I leaned on the table and watched the couples go swirling past. I saw Merry and Pippin dancing with each other (A/N: NOT implying slash here. I HATE slash. But remember, they ARE drunk.) and King Ellessar and Lady Evenstar. Valkeron was dancing with some blond. Wait, what am I saying? They're ALL blondes!
That was something that I defiantly did not like. Back home, I was the ONLY blond. I was unique-- easy to pick out of a crowd. Here though, everyone was like clones. Pale, blond, and with piercing blue or green eyes. I looked exactly like them, save for my ears and wardrobe.
Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around and looked into brown eyes. Interesting. As I said, most elves here had blue or green. "Evening Milday, I am Armoron of Gondor." He said. Ah, so he WASN'T an elf. Got it. "Hello, I am Rhiannon Morgan." "Would you care to dance, milady?" He asked, bowing slightly. I smiled. "Love to. All though, I must warn you, I am not the best dancer on Middle-Earth." He laughed. "Nor am I. I suppose that we shall look bad together then, aye?"
I chuckled and took his outstretched hand. I liked this Armoron. Good sense of humor...
Despite what he'd said, he was a very good dancer. All I had to do was follow his lead, and I was all set. "Tell me something," he said out of the blue. "Where is it that you hail from? I've not seen the style of your clothes before." I sighed inwardly, beginning to regret having chosen this outfit. "My home is VERY far away. I highly doubt that you've heard of it before." "Try me." "New England?" His face became puzzled. "You're right. I've not heard of it before. Does everyone in New England wear uniforms to a formal banquet?" He asked. I grinned. "No. Only people in CAP or the military." "Military!?" He gasped. "You are in the military?" I laughed. "No, I'm not old enough. I plan to join though. For now, I am in CAP, which is like the military, only for people my age." "I see..." He said thoughtfully. "They allow women into your armies?" He asked.
I scowled. "Yes." I said sternly. "Sorry, milady, I meant no offense. I've just not heard of it before." "Well that's silly." I said. "My country is one of the top in military power." He nodded. "Impressive." He said. "Well earned." I answered.
The song ended abruptly. A small trumpet blew. Everyone grew silent. "Dinner, is served." Said a voice from across the hall. Armoron smiled at me, and led me over to the table. As he pulled a chair out for me, I took a moment to study him.
He had short, neat brown hair and deep brown eyes. He also had a small, nicely trimmed beard-as was the fashion with men of this age. He wore dark brown leggings with black boots, and a black tunic. His brown leather belt had a large silver buckle. A small pouch and silver dagger hung from it. He was very tailored and clean with a sincere, charming smile. I liked him.
I sat down, and he took the seat next to me. Megami and Legolas were a little ways down. I suppose that Armoron saw me glancing at them, because he struck up a conversation. "Your friend seems to be enjoying the prince's company." He said. "Yes. Ironic." I said, being rude and not taking my eyes off of Megami's laughing face. "Ironic? How so?" I sort of snapped back to reality at his question. "Oh, nothing really. Come now, look at all this food! I can't wait to get started!" He seemed leery of my changing the subject, but did not comment further.
"How long have you been in Mirkwood, good sir?" I asked. "A few weeks. My father is a friend of King Ellessar, and when he received the invitation for tonight, we were asked to come along as well." Armoron answered, filling his plate with chicken legs and peas. I nodded and began to fill my own dish as well. Bread and butter, chicken, turkey, ham, pork, mashed potatoes, carrots, salad, you name it-it was probably on the table.
I was mostly silent throughout dinner and dessert (which consisted of cakes, cookies, sugars, lembas, and many foreign dishes). "Why so quiet, lady Rhiannon?" Armoron asked. "Just enjoying the food!" I smiled. His face became puzzled suddenly. "Is something the matter?" I asked. "No, no, nothing at all..." "No really, don't be embarrassed. What is wrong?" I asked. He seemed nervous, but I bade him continue. "It's just that, I don't know if you know or not, but..." "Yes?" "You have metal in your mouth." I blinked in slight surprise.
I think I scared him (and everyone else, because they were ALL staring) though, because suddenly, I burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" He asked, miffed. I lay my head in my hands and continued to laugh. "Milady?" He asked, sounding worried. "Milady?" "I'm okay, I'm okay! It's just, these are braces. Almost everyone in my world has them." I said in between giggles. "Oh. What is their purpose?" He asked. "To straighten my teeth. I get them off in a few months." "They come off!?" "Of course! But only a specialist knows how. You can't just rip them off." "I see...." He said, stroking his chin.
Still chuckling slightly, I continued with my piece of cheesecake (my fave!! ^^).
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After dinner, the dancing continued. Armoron bade me a good night, and walked off into the crowd. I wasn't offended. I knew that in these ages, at these formal parties, unless you were married, you danced with anyone and everyone. You had to, or you were labeled as the rude jerk.
Legolas and Megami, on the other hand, weren't following the rules. They'd danced with just each other that whole night. At the moment though, Megami was looking a little tipsy...
Oh no! She'd drunk the wine at dinner! Fortunately for me, Armoron had told me that it was wine, and I was able to exchange it for water. I suppose Megami wasn't so lucky. Quickly I rushed over, catching bits of their conversation. "Milady, are you alright?" Legolas asked. "I'm okay yer princeyness *hiccup. I shinkin' dat I need ta lie down doe..." I arrived just as her head slumped onto the table. "Oh damn. She's gonna have a horrible headache in the morning, and I'm gonna have to hear about it." I grumbled. Legolas seemed slightly shocked that I'd said 'damn', but I ignored him.
I shook Megami's shoulder. "Oh..." She moaned and I chuckled. Then again, I could use this to my advantage. Naw, I'm not THAT mean. Tee hee...
"Megami, Megami wake up. It's me, Rhiannon." "Rhi? Sh'dat you?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I just said it was me." "Uh...I feel like I *hiccup been runned over wit a truck." "That's because you are drunk. Now come on." I lifted her off the table, and draped her arm across my shoulders. "Come on, Megami, stop dragging your feet." "Only if you *hiccup make da room stop spinnin'." I sighed. "I can't do that Megami, COME ON!" My patience was wearing thin.
"Do you need any help?" Asked Legolas, watching with a concerned expression. "No! No," I said, bringing myself under control again. "I'm okay."
I was gonna prove to all the people here that girls were strong-strong enough to half carry their nearly 200 pound friend back to her room. Okay, may be not TWO hundred pounds---more like 199 (Tee hee ^^).
"Are you sure?" He asked. I sighed. Getting mad at the prince would not help this situation. "Yes. But thank you for your concern, your highness. Now I believe you've neglected your other fans-er-guests, long enough." I nodded my head to a crowd of woman on the other side of the room. They were all smiling, giggling and waving flirtingly at the prince. He got a disgusted look on his face, and I felt kinda bad for him. ALMOST. I had other things on my mind at the moment... "Good evening." I bowed/curtsied as well as I could what with this useless lump for a friend.
By now, I had hoisted her onto my back for a piggyback ride. It was the easiest thing. Maybe not the most attractive...but easy.
Then, I nodded once more, and walked out the nearby doors.
The hallway was dimly lit, and everything was cast in shadows. I sighed. Wrong hallway. I was lost already. I hoisted Megami up farther, and continued on my way. By now, I was really confused. Hadn't I JUST seen that door? Didn't that chair look familiar? Was I going in circles. In answer to all the above questions-yes.
There was a garden to my right, so I walked out there, and sat down on the bench. "Are we *hiccup dere yet?" Megami slurred. I ignored her, puzzling my next move.
Suddenly, I heard a growling sound. Jumping up, I noticed a set of eyes staring at me from behind the bushes. They were almond shaped red eyes. The creature snorted, and stepped out. I gasped. It was HIDEOUS. It looked like a wolf standing on its hind legs, only it had no fur. Instead it had this disgusting black skin that smelled putrid and reminded me strongly of tar.
It growled again, its long muzzle bared back to show a set of long pointy fangs, stained red with blood. Horror flooded my brain, and clogged my throat. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I just stood there, eyes wide with terror. "Doggy *hic!" Megami clapped, snapping me out of my trance.
Quickly, I reached into my shoe and produced the small, new knife I'd just gotten a few weeks ago. "BACK! BACK YOU TWO-LEGGED FREAK!" (A/N: Not eight- legged, heh heh) I yelled. It ignored me (or misunderstood me) and took two steps forward. I swallowed back my fear. "GET BACK, NOW!!!!!" I screeched. I could've sworn then, that it gave me a wicked grin. It lunged for me, and I slashed at it wildly. I had no idea that I'd hit him, until I heard his howl of pain.
Blood was all over my uniform and me. But it was nothing compared to the amount of blood spilling from its eye. He howled again, and I shivered, the sound chilling me to the bone. Voices-far off in the distance. The beast looked at me, his one good eye glowing with fury. Before he scampered back into the shadow, he took a moment to claw me across the face and say in a deep edgy voice "It's not over, she-elf!" Then, he flew back into the forest.
I stared at the spot where he'd left, just staring. Then, it all caught up to me, and I sank to the ground, sobbing. Now I like to think that I'm a brave person, but just getting growled at by a strange dog scares me, let alone being nearly killed by a tar-beast. And normally, I don't like to cry, but this wasn't normal. I was in Middle-Earth, surrounded by people who were supposed to be made up, and some EXTREMELY freaky thing had just clawed my face. Blood was oozing everywhere, mixing with my salty tears.
The voices were coming closer, but I just ignored them. I had no idea where Megami was, or what she was doing, and at the moment, I didn't care. All I wanted was to go home, crawl into bed, and never have to see this place (or that thing) again.
Then, I blacked out.
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Megami's P.O.V.
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When I woke up the next morning, a headache pounded at my skull. Moaning and clutching the sheets for support, I sat up. "Good morning, Lady Megami." Said a familiar voice. I glanced over, to see Legolas sitting in a chair beside my bed. "What are you doing here?" I croaked, my voice oddly sore. His face twisted into concern.
"Don't you remember?" He asked incredulously. "Remember what?" I asked. He sighed. "Last night, you got drunk, and the Lady Rhiannon carried you to your room. Apparently though, she got lost," "Dumb blond." I snorted. He scowled and I grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. Please continue."
He nodded his forgiveness at the remark and began again. "Well she got lost and ended up in the garden on the outskirts of the palace." I sighed, shaking my head. Count on Rhiannon to head from the banquet hall to the bedrooms and end up in the garden on the palace border.
"She had enough time to lay you down on a bench, before she was attacked." I sat up I alarm, trying to ignore the sudden spinning of the room. "ATTACKED!? By who!?" "We know not. She hasn't woken up yet. A few of the men and I heard her yelling, and ran to see what was the matter. When we got there though, both of you were unconscious. You seemed fine, other than your drunkenness," My ears turned red and I grinned sheepishly again. Oops.
"But Rhiannon was laying in a rather large pool of blood, with a bloody dagger in her hand. Some of it was black, and some of it was her own, red." "Black blood?" I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "We suspect the workings of orcs here." Legolas finished.
Orcs. Weren't those those freaky creatures in the movie who were always growling and muddy? "What is puzzling, is that if it was indeed orcs, then why weren't either of you carried off?" He scowled at the rug in deep thought. "Perhaps it was because they heard my men and I coming?" He half asked, half stated.
I shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't remember a thing beyond dinner..." "Drat." He said, snapping his fingers. "Now we'll just have to wait for Rhiannon to wake up."
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It seemed like a simple sentence then 'wait for Rhiannon to wake up', but two weeks later, she was still unconscious. I'd gone to see her any times. Her face was scarred (not permanently though, Legolas said). It looked like a HUGE cat had taken its claws and just swiped her right across the face. There was a small nick on her arm from the dagger, but other than that, she looked as healthy as a horse.
Her maid, Elsa, brushed her hair and changed her nightgown every day. But Rhiannon was always the same. She just lay there, no particular expression on her face. I was worried. She looked a lot like she had in that dream I had so long ago. The one with the weird wolf thing in it. But when I asked Legolas if wolf things like that existed in Middle-Earth, he told me he'd never seen or heard of such a thing, and he was 2,931 years old. (((((O.o))))))
So, I dismissed the idea.
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Three weeks after I woke up in my room, I was sitting at the table with Legolas, Aragorn, and Arwen, eating breakfast. I got on well with the king and queen of Gondor. They were very nice. Arwen offered to teach me how to stitch (I had once complained of how boring Middle-Earth was, and they were trying to come up with things for me to do.) but I declined. Aragorn told me that he was to old, but he'd be happy to have younger friends of his teach me swordplay. I declined that too. I was too lazy to get off my ass and go work with REAL swords.
Legolas had just offered to teach me archery and I was on the brink of considering it, when Elsa came RUNNING into the room. "The lady Rhiannon! She is awake!" Elsa yelled. Instantly, I jumped up, and went jogging towards the room. The other three followed me, but tried not to run.
In moments, I was in her room. She was sitting in a little chair by the window, a book in her hands. "RHIANNON!" I yelled. She jumped up, and smiled broadly. "Hiya Megami! Are ya still drunk?" She asked.
Yep, that's Rhiannon for ya. She'll be attacked by some creature, practically have her face ripped off, then be in a coma for three weeks, and the moment she wakes up, she'll be smiling and making jokes.
I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm not drunk." Elsa came rushing into the room, panting. "Milady! You should be in bed!" She exclaimed. Rhiannon waved her hand aside. "Thanks for your concern, Elsa, but I've had enough of that bed to last me for a LONG time." I chuckled, then noticed the other three out of the corner of my eye.
"Your highness, your majesties." Rhiannon curtsied. Arwen's mouth dropped. "Don't be silly, dear girl, you need not curtsy! You should be in bed!" I chuckled at the all too familiar conversation, and Rhiannon grinned. "Begging your pardon, ma'am, but I think going back to bed just might make things worse!" She laughed. Arwen sighed, shaking her head, but Aragorn nodded.
"You should get outside and do something. Fresh air is always the best medicine." Rhiannon looked at me, grinning wickedly. "Feel like riding a horse?" She asked. She had that awful gleam in her eye, but how could I say no after her recent state?
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Heh heh heh. Megami hates riding. Heh heh heh. Let's see how FWEAK 2 handles ch.8 ...
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~Elvish~
"Common"
#Japanese#
Translations
If I know the real word in a language, I'll write it in that language inside the symbols. If I don't, I'll just use English inside the symbols.
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Rhiannon- Ree-ann-on
Megami- Meg-om-ee
Setsuki-Set-sook-ee
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Not much 2 say. 1:30 am. Just feel like writin' the story...
Elfie88: BELGIUM!! Wow. U were busy
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Rhiannon's P.O.V.
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That's it, next time I see her, Megami is SOOOOO dead!! SHE was allowed to wear pants to the $@#*$%* banquet. I on the other hand, got yelled at by every maid in sight. Fate is cruel-cruel indeed.
I tried to explain to them that I ALREADY had something to wear. They asked, no DEMANDED, that I show it to them.
Reaching into my bag, I pulled out my class B's from CAP. Since CAP is an auxiliary of the Air Force, we wear Air Force uniforms. In other words, shiny black shoes, black socks, dark blue pants (with dark blue belt and silver buckle), light blue shirt (white buttons, dark blue nameplate), and a dark blue triangle-like hat.
They freaked out when they saw it. I mean, they absolutely FLIPPED. "YOU CAN'T WEAR THAT!" "HOW CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF WEARING SUCH A THING TO A FORMAL BANQUET!?" "ARE YOU MAD!?"
I was tempted to ask them the same thing, seeing as I wasn't the one screaming at the top of my lungs (for once).
So, I had to make a deal. I would wear the skirt version of the uniform (which is same thing except no socks, tan pantyhose, & the skirt is dark blue) as long as I was allowed to wear the uniform at all. Eventually, when I explained to them that it was my duty to represent CAP well, and well meant wearing a uniform, they relented. Of course though, they still had to grumble about the length- knee. Their fashion was more like-six foot train that trails behind you for miles.
I pulled my hair up into a bun off my neck (as is the rules in CAP). Naturally, the maids complained about THAT too. They wanted to style my hair in a grand fashion. To tell you the truth, it didn't matter how you wore your hair, as long as it didn't touch your collar, and the color was natural. Of course, I'd never let THEM know that.
Slipping down the hall before anyone could say or do anything ELSE to me, I arrived at the banquet. Megami wasn't there yet. Probably still deciding on her color pants, the little...
Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was she. "You wore your blues?" She asked, referring to the uniform. "What, no hello?" I asked. She smiled. "Hello Cadet Rhiannon Morgan, you wore your blues to the banquet?" She asked again. I chuckled. "Yep."
She just sighed, shaking her head in defeat. As you can see, she's not a real big fan of CAP.
At that moment, Valkeron walked over. "Evening, ladies. Rhiannon, what on Middle-Earth are you wearing? I've never seen such a style before..." Megami burst out laughing, and I, grumbling, walked away. I could still hear Valkeron asking questions. "What did I say? Was it something I did?"
I sighed again, and made my way over to the snack table. I received strange glances from many other people too. I had just vowed to myself that I would flip off the next elf that gave me a funny look, when I noticed someone. Or rather, two someones...
Rushing over, my thoughts were confirmed. Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took (better known as Merry and Pippin) were sitting at the table getting drunk. I chuckled to myself, shaking my head. "Something amusing about two halflings getting drunk, milady?" Asked a deep voice behind me.
I whirled around, only to come face to face with Aragorn and Arwen. "Your majesties..." I curtsied.
(A/N: Few years after the war; no one dead or gone.) They nodded. "I don't believe that we've met. I am the Lady Undomiel and this is my husband, King Ellassar." (A/N: Sorry, I know that's spelled wrong, but whatever...)
I nodded. "Basic Cadet Rhiannon Morgan." They gave me funny looks too, but I couldn't flip them off (as much as I wanted to)...
"Are you one of the two maidens from another world?" Asked the king. I nodded. "Yes, sir." "I see." He said simply. "Well, if you'll excuse us, we must go and greet some more people before they think us rude." Said the queen. I curtsied. "Of course. Good evening, your majesties." They nodded and left, arm in arm.
"I see that you've met the famous Lady Evenstar and her husband." Said yet ANOTHER voice behind me. I turned around and saw Legolas and Megami. Legolas was grinning like a Cheshire cat and Megami looked nervous as hell. "Yes, nice people." I answered. He nodded and said "Please pardon us, we are headed out onto the dance floor..."
A wicked grin spread over my face and I got an evil twinkle in my eye. "Uh oh..." I heard Megami mumble. "Your highness, may I just talk to Megami for one quick moment before you two have your dance?" I asked sweetly. "Of course!" "NO!" They said in unison, then looked at each other strangely. I giggled and grabbed Megami's wrist, pulling her off to one side.
"So, my little friend's all grown up!" I pretended to sob like a mother. "I never thought I'd see the day!" I pulled a napkin off a nearby table, and pretended to dry my eyes. "O put a sock in it." She said, shoving past me and towards Legolas. I threw the napkin aside and smirked. I could hear Legolas asking her "What was the Lady Rhiannon weeping about?" "She was just pretending." Megami answered. Then, they disappeared into the crowd.
I leaned on the table and watched the couples go swirling past. I saw Merry and Pippin dancing with each other (A/N: NOT implying slash here. I HATE slash. But remember, they ARE drunk.) and King Ellessar and Lady Evenstar. Valkeron was dancing with some blond. Wait, what am I saying? They're ALL blondes!
That was something that I defiantly did not like. Back home, I was the ONLY blond. I was unique-- easy to pick out of a crowd. Here though, everyone was like clones. Pale, blond, and with piercing blue or green eyes. I looked exactly like them, save for my ears and wardrobe.
Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around and looked into brown eyes. Interesting. As I said, most elves here had blue or green. "Evening Milday, I am Armoron of Gondor." He said. Ah, so he WASN'T an elf. Got it. "Hello, I am Rhiannon Morgan." "Would you care to dance, milady?" He asked, bowing slightly. I smiled. "Love to. All though, I must warn you, I am not the best dancer on Middle-Earth." He laughed. "Nor am I. I suppose that we shall look bad together then, aye?"
I chuckled and took his outstretched hand. I liked this Armoron. Good sense of humor...
Despite what he'd said, he was a very good dancer. All I had to do was follow his lead, and I was all set. "Tell me something," he said out of the blue. "Where is it that you hail from? I've not seen the style of your clothes before." I sighed inwardly, beginning to regret having chosen this outfit. "My home is VERY far away. I highly doubt that you've heard of it before." "Try me." "New England?" His face became puzzled. "You're right. I've not heard of it before. Does everyone in New England wear uniforms to a formal banquet?" He asked. I grinned. "No. Only people in CAP or the military." "Military!?" He gasped. "You are in the military?" I laughed. "No, I'm not old enough. I plan to join though. For now, I am in CAP, which is like the military, only for people my age." "I see..." He said thoughtfully. "They allow women into your armies?" He asked.
I scowled. "Yes." I said sternly. "Sorry, milady, I meant no offense. I've just not heard of it before." "Well that's silly." I said. "My country is one of the top in military power." He nodded. "Impressive." He said. "Well earned." I answered.
The song ended abruptly. A small trumpet blew. Everyone grew silent. "Dinner, is served." Said a voice from across the hall. Armoron smiled at me, and led me over to the table. As he pulled a chair out for me, I took a moment to study him.
He had short, neat brown hair and deep brown eyes. He also had a small, nicely trimmed beard-as was the fashion with men of this age. He wore dark brown leggings with black boots, and a black tunic. His brown leather belt had a large silver buckle. A small pouch and silver dagger hung from it. He was very tailored and clean with a sincere, charming smile. I liked him.
I sat down, and he took the seat next to me. Megami and Legolas were a little ways down. I suppose that Armoron saw me glancing at them, because he struck up a conversation. "Your friend seems to be enjoying the prince's company." He said. "Yes. Ironic." I said, being rude and not taking my eyes off of Megami's laughing face. "Ironic? How so?" I sort of snapped back to reality at his question. "Oh, nothing really. Come now, look at all this food! I can't wait to get started!" He seemed leery of my changing the subject, but did not comment further.
"How long have you been in Mirkwood, good sir?" I asked. "A few weeks. My father is a friend of King Ellessar, and when he received the invitation for tonight, we were asked to come along as well." Armoron answered, filling his plate with chicken legs and peas. I nodded and began to fill my own dish as well. Bread and butter, chicken, turkey, ham, pork, mashed potatoes, carrots, salad, you name it-it was probably on the table.
I was mostly silent throughout dinner and dessert (which consisted of cakes, cookies, sugars, lembas, and many foreign dishes). "Why so quiet, lady Rhiannon?" Armoron asked. "Just enjoying the food!" I smiled. His face became puzzled suddenly. "Is something the matter?" I asked. "No, no, nothing at all..." "No really, don't be embarrassed. What is wrong?" I asked. He seemed nervous, but I bade him continue. "It's just that, I don't know if you know or not, but..." "Yes?" "You have metal in your mouth." I blinked in slight surprise.
I think I scared him (and everyone else, because they were ALL staring) though, because suddenly, I burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" He asked, miffed. I lay my head in my hands and continued to laugh. "Milady?" He asked, sounding worried. "Milady?" "I'm okay, I'm okay! It's just, these are braces. Almost everyone in my world has them." I said in between giggles. "Oh. What is their purpose?" He asked. "To straighten my teeth. I get them off in a few months." "They come off!?" "Of course! But only a specialist knows how. You can't just rip them off." "I see...." He said, stroking his chin.
Still chuckling slightly, I continued with my piece of cheesecake (my fave!! ^^).
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After dinner, the dancing continued. Armoron bade me a good night, and walked off into the crowd. I wasn't offended. I knew that in these ages, at these formal parties, unless you were married, you danced with anyone and everyone. You had to, or you were labeled as the rude jerk.
Legolas and Megami, on the other hand, weren't following the rules. They'd danced with just each other that whole night. At the moment though, Megami was looking a little tipsy...
Oh no! She'd drunk the wine at dinner! Fortunately for me, Armoron had told me that it was wine, and I was able to exchange it for water. I suppose Megami wasn't so lucky. Quickly I rushed over, catching bits of their conversation. "Milady, are you alright?" Legolas asked. "I'm okay yer princeyness *hiccup. I shinkin' dat I need ta lie down doe..." I arrived just as her head slumped onto the table. "Oh damn. She's gonna have a horrible headache in the morning, and I'm gonna have to hear about it." I grumbled. Legolas seemed slightly shocked that I'd said 'damn', but I ignored him.
I shook Megami's shoulder. "Oh..." She moaned and I chuckled. Then again, I could use this to my advantage. Naw, I'm not THAT mean. Tee hee...
"Megami, Megami wake up. It's me, Rhiannon." "Rhi? Sh'dat you?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I just said it was me." "Uh...I feel like I *hiccup been runned over wit a truck." "That's because you are drunk. Now come on." I lifted her off the table, and draped her arm across my shoulders. "Come on, Megami, stop dragging your feet." "Only if you *hiccup make da room stop spinnin'." I sighed. "I can't do that Megami, COME ON!" My patience was wearing thin.
"Do you need any help?" Asked Legolas, watching with a concerned expression. "No! No," I said, bringing myself under control again. "I'm okay."
I was gonna prove to all the people here that girls were strong-strong enough to half carry their nearly 200 pound friend back to her room. Okay, may be not TWO hundred pounds---more like 199 (Tee hee ^^).
"Are you sure?" He asked. I sighed. Getting mad at the prince would not help this situation. "Yes. But thank you for your concern, your highness. Now I believe you've neglected your other fans-er-guests, long enough." I nodded my head to a crowd of woman on the other side of the room. They were all smiling, giggling and waving flirtingly at the prince. He got a disgusted look on his face, and I felt kinda bad for him. ALMOST. I had other things on my mind at the moment... "Good evening." I bowed/curtsied as well as I could what with this useless lump for a friend.
By now, I had hoisted her onto my back for a piggyback ride. It was the easiest thing. Maybe not the most attractive...but easy.
Then, I nodded once more, and walked out the nearby doors.
The hallway was dimly lit, and everything was cast in shadows. I sighed. Wrong hallway. I was lost already. I hoisted Megami up farther, and continued on my way. By now, I was really confused. Hadn't I JUST seen that door? Didn't that chair look familiar? Was I going in circles. In answer to all the above questions-yes.
There was a garden to my right, so I walked out there, and sat down on the bench. "Are we *hiccup dere yet?" Megami slurred. I ignored her, puzzling my next move.
Suddenly, I heard a growling sound. Jumping up, I noticed a set of eyes staring at me from behind the bushes. They were almond shaped red eyes. The creature snorted, and stepped out. I gasped. It was HIDEOUS. It looked like a wolf standing on its hind legs, only it had no fur. Instead it had this disgusting black skin that smelled putrid and reminded me strongly of tar.
It growled again, its long muzzle bared back to show a set of long pointy fangs, stained red with blood. Horror flooded my brain, and clogged my throat. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I just stood there, eyes wide with terror. "Doggy *hic!" Megami clapped, snapping me out of my trance.
Quickly, I reached into my shoe and produced the small, new knife I'd just gotten a few weeks ago. "BACK! BACK YOU TWO-LEGGED FREAK!" (A/N: Not eight- legged, heh heh) I yelled. It ignored me (or misunderstood me) and took two steps forward. I swallowed back my fear. "GET BACK, NOW!!!!!" I screeched. I could've sworn then, that it gave me a wicked grin. It lunged for me, and I slashed at it wildly. I had no idea that I'd hit him, until I heard his howl of pain.
Blood was all over my uniform and me. But it was nothing compared to the amount of blood spilling from its eye. He howled again, and I shivered, the sound chilling me to the bone. Voices-far off in the distance. The beast looked at me, his one good eye glowing with fury. Before he scampered back into the shadow, he took a moment to claw me across the face and say in a deep edgy voice "It's not over, she-elf!" Then, he flew back into the forest.
I stared at the spot where he'd left, just staring. Then, it all caught up to me, and I sank to the ground, sobbing. Now I like to think that I'm a brave person, but just getting growled at by a strange dog scares me, let alone being nearly killed by a tar-beast. And normally, I don't like to cry, but this wasn't normal. I was in Middle-Earth, surrounded by people who were supposed to be made up, and some EXTREMELY freaky thing had just clawed my face. Blood was oozing everywhere, mixing with my salty tears.
The voices were coming closer, but I just ignored them. I had no idea where Megami was, or what she was doing, and at the moment, I didn't care. All I wanted was to go home, crawl into bed, and never have to see this place (or that thing) again.
Then, I blacked out.
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Megami's P.O.V.
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When I woke up the next morning, a headache pounded at my skull. Moaning and clutching the sheets for support, I sat up. "Good morning, Lady Megami." Said a familiar voice. I glanced over, to see Legolas sitting in a chair beside my bed. "What are you doing here?" I croaked, my voice oddly sore. His face twisted into concern.
"Don't you remember?" He asked incredulously. "Remember what?" I asked. He sighed. "Last night, you got drunk, and the Lady Rhiannon carried you to your room. Apparently though, she got lost," "Dumb blond." I snorted. He scowled and I grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. Please continue."
He nodded his forgiveness at the remark and began again. "Well she got lost and ended up in the garden on the outskirts of the palace." I sighed, shaking my head. Count on Rhiannon to head from the banquet hall to the bedrooms and end up in the garden on the palace border.
"She had enough time to lay you down on a bench, before she was attacked." I sat up I alarm, trying to ignore the sudden spinning of the room. "ATTACKED!? By who!?" "We know not. She hasn't woken up yet. A few of the men and I heard her yelling, and ran to see what was the matter. When we got there though, both of you were unconscious. You seemed fine, other than your drunkenness," My ears turned red and I grinned sheepishly again. Oops.
"But Rhiannon was laying in a rather large pool of blood, with a bloody dagger in her hand. Some of it was black, and some of it was her own, red." "Black blood?" I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "We suspect the workings of orcs here." Legolas finished.
Orcs. Weren't those those freaky creatures in the movie who were always growling and muddy? "What is puzzling, is that if it was indeed orcs, then why weren't either of you carried off?" He scowled at the rug in deep thought. "Perhaps it was because they heard my men and I coming?" He half asked, half stated.
I shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't remember a thing beyond dinner..." "Drat." He said, snapping his fingers. "Now we'll just have to wait for Rhiannon to wake up."
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It seemed like a simple sentence then 'wait for Rhiannon to wake up', but two weeks later, she was still unconscious. I'd gone to see her any times. Her face was scarred (not permanently though, Legolas said). It looked like a HUGE cat had taken its claws and just swiped her right across the face. There was a small nick on her arm from the dagger, but other than that, she looked as healthy as a horse.
Her maid, Elsa, brushed her hair and changed her nightgown every day. But Rhiannon was always the same. She just lay there, no particular expression on her face. I was worried. She looked a lot like she had in that dream I had so long ago. The one with the weird wolf thing in it. But when I asked Legolas if wolf things like that existed in Middle-Earth, he told me he'd never seen or heard of such a thing, and he was 2,931 years old. (((((O.o))))))
So, I dismissed the idea.
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Three weeks after I woke up in my room, I was sitting at the table with Legolas, Aragorn, and Arwen, eating breakfast. I got on well with the king and queen of Gondor. They were very nice. Arwen offered to teach me how to stitch (I had once complained of how boring Middle-Earth was, and they were trying to come up with things for me to do.) but I declined. Aragorn told me that he was to old, but he'd be happy to have younger friends of his teach me swordplay. I declined that too. I was too lazy to get off my ass and go work with REAL swords.
Legolas had just offered to teach me archery and I was on the brink of considering it, when Elsa came RUNNING into the room. "The lady Rhiannon! She is awake!" Elsa yelled. Instantly, I jumped up, and went jogging towards the room. The other three followed me, but tried not to run.
In moments, I was in her room. She was sitting in a little chair by the window, a book in her hands. "RHIANNON!" I yelled. She jumped up, and smiled broadly. "Hiya Megami! Are ya still drunk?" She asked.
Yep, that's Rhiannon for ya. She'll be attacked by some creature, practically have her face ripped off, then be in a coma for three weeks, and the moment she wakes up, she'll be smiling and making jokes.
I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm not drunk." Elsa came rushing into the room, panting. "Milady! You should be in bed!" She exclaimed. Rhiannon waved her hand aside. "Thanks for your concern, Elsa, but I've had enough of that bed to last me for a LONG time." I chuckled, then noticed the other three out of the corner of my eye.
"Your highness, your majesties." Rhiannon curtsied. Arwen's mouth dropped. "Don't be silly, dear girl, you need not curtsy! You should be in bed!" I chuckled at the all too familiar conversation, and Rhiannon grinned. "Begging your pardon, ma'am, but I think going back to bed just might make things worse!" She laughed. Arwen sighed, shaking her head, but Aragorn nodded.
"You should get outside and do something. Fresh air is always the best medicine." Rhiannon looked at me, grinning wickedly. "Feel like riding a horse?" She asked. She had that awful gleam in her eye, but how could I say no after her recent state?
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Heh heh heh. Megami hates riding. Heh heh heh. Let's see how FWEAK 2 handles ch.8 ...
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