A/N: I am glad I have gotten your attention in reading this masterpiece (no
I'm just kidding, it's no where near a masterpiece). I personally don't
like people who tell people to review their pieces so I refrain from doing
it. As you might have noticed, with my two most recent stories I have
currently received no reviews (probably cuz they suck). I would very much
appreciate hearing from you, although I am not going to ask that you do
email me.
You can find out more about my other stories in my new extensive bio! Lol
Disclaimer: I do not own Middle-Earth or the "nouns" in it. They belong to Tolkien. I do not own any of the Disney themes or characters that I occasionally mention in the story. Those belong to Walt Disney. Pretty much all I own are Kama, Ari, and Milo.
Pronunciations: these are optional, but here if you want to know how I say them.
Kama: (Kay-ma)
Ari: (Air-ee)
Milo: (My-low)
I will add to this list as the list of characters grows (or least try to).
Now I would like you to sit back and enjoy my story!
Chapter One
It was more than just an ordinary day. He sensed it in the air, although he knew not what was different. The Mirkwood forest was well lit from the sun just to the east. It was quiet except for the soft singing of the birds above, making it a peaceful and pleasant day. Not a cloud was seen in the sky.
The elf walked expressionless, staring around him. Inside he was smiling, but he did not feel like plastering this emotion on his face.
A soft sound reached his ears. He kept walking, but the smile within him diminished and he concentrated on the sound. It was almost as if a small child was crying. But there hadn't been children in Mirkwood for years. As far as he knew, he was the youngest in the city.
The crying was growing slightly nearer. He searched with his elven eyes behind and into trees to find the source. But whatever was creating the sound was no where to be found. He had just about given up when he noticed a small shadow in the path just ten feet or so ahead. Quietly, he walked over to the person. There, a small human girl sat huddled against a large oak. Her head was buried in the drawn up knees and her arms hugging them tightly.
Stopping and proceeding to kneel by the girl, he startled her. Her crying ceased and a tear stained face emerged. Her brown eyes held tears yet to fall and stared at him, frightened.
"Are you lost, little one?" he asked her softly.
She moved her hands to the ground and started to inch away from him. Placing a gentle hand on her arm, he continued.
"Please, do not be afraid. I will not harm you."
She did not listen, let alone show any signs of understanding.
"Do you understand Common-Language?"
She nodded slightly, but continued, trying to get up.
"Good. Then tell me, do you speak it?"
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," the girl, no more than six human years old muttered.
"Okay." he said aloud then thought silently, 'How gain a child's trust?' "Are you hungry?"
He moved his hands to his pack, not taking his eyes away from the child. She tensed up as his hand disappeared into the bag. He pulled out his uneaten breakfast of two slices of bread. Holding them out to her in offering, he watched her eyes travel from the food to him. He could tell she wasn't supposed to accept, but she had to be really hungry because in the end, she carefully snatched the bread and took a bite.
The bread was quickly consumed. She seemed to have eased up a bit, so Legolas tried to figure out who she was.
"What is your name, little one?"
"Kama."
"What are you doing in the woods alone?"
She paused; a few tears fell down her cheeks. "With my sister. Playing."
"Your sister is here?" he asked looking around. "Where is she?"
Turning his eyes back to Kama, he noticed her shrug and curl up crying again.
"Shh.Shh.it's okay." He tried to comfort her. "How about we go to my city and get you something to eat. Your sister might be there waiting for us."
Kama started rocking and her silent sobs increased. He rubbed her hair, trying to calm her. Kama tipped over and laid against his chest. The elf, shocked and uncomfortable, relaxed when he noticed the sniffles had ceased and the child asleep. Gently, he picked her up into his arms and headed towards Mirkwood palace.
~~~
"I found her out in the forest crying. I think she got lost and parted from her sister when they were playing a game," Legolas whispered to his father while they stared at the sleeping girl from the doorway of the room.
"How did you come across this hypothesis?"
"The only things I got out of her was her name: Kama, and 'with my sister playing'."
"Did you search for her sister?"
"No I--"
"Legolas! How could you be so foolish? You have just kidnapped a small human child--"
"It was for her own good!"
"-while her sister is most likely frantically searching for her!"
"I had walked for a good hour in the area before finding her. There was no sign of anyone. I heard nothing besides the crying from the child." Legolas lowered his voice to a whisper when the child stirred. "I don't think she is within five miles. Either the child wandered far or her sister went for help."
Thandruil considered this for a moment. "Where could they be from?" he wondered aloud. "There isn't a human civilization within." He trailed off, shaking his head.
"Do you really think they have traveled all the way from Rohan?"
"It is most unlikely, but where else could they be from?"
~~~
"Legolas!"
He shot up and reached for his bedside where his sword lay. "What happened?" he asked frantically while visually searching the room, his sword ready to attack.
"Your reflexes have far reached their limit. Soon no one will be able to sneak up on you or wake you without being mortally wounded," the king said with a chuckle.
"Very funny," Legolas muttered. "What is so urgent you need to wake me from my slumber?"
"Oh!" his father turned serious, remembering why he came. "The child called Kama is awake. She is scared to death and I thought maybe you could calm her."
"Me? I have never been around children let alone handle them. You have raised them, you have experience, you do it!"
"It.it was quite long ago since you were her age. And-and humans are very different at this age then elves are," he stuttered, as if looking for an excuse.
"I doubt that," Legolas muttered under his breath as he stood and grabbed a clean tunic to change into. "I'll be right there."
~~~
"Hello," Legolas whispered as he knelt by her bed. He dismissed the guards and his father with a wave of his hand. He did not want them there is this got ugly.
He big brown eyes looked at him innocently. Her hands were white because she was clutching the blanket. He gently unpeeled one and grasped it, trying to get her to relax.
"This is my home. I have brought you here to help you." She blinked and he smiled. She was an adorable child. "My name is Legolas. You do not need to be frightened."
"Are you a boy?" she asked quietly.
Legolas chuckled and his smile widened. "Yes."
"Then why is your hair so long? And blonde?"
"That's how elves hair is."
She gasped. "You're an elf? Do you have pointy ears and work in Santa's workshop?"
'Santa. Never heard of that character.' "Um, I have pointy ears," he moved his hair to show her and a smile spread across her face. "But I do not work for Santa."
"Oh." The smile disappeared as quickly as it came.
"Are you hungry?"
She nodded vigorously.
"Okay." He started to get up, but her hand gripped his finger. Her eyes showed fright.
"Please don't leave," she whispered.
"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere," he said as he pealed her tiny fingers from his. He stood and walked to the door. Sticking his head out, he got the attention of the nearest guard. "Can you go fetch a breakfast for our guest?" The guard looked at him curiously. "Thanks." Legolas smiled before disappearing back into the room.
"It's alright, I'm here," he said to Kama pulling up a chair to the bedside. Silence stretched until Legolas thought of something to ask. "So how old are you?"
"Five," she said proudly holding up a hand.
"Wow.five.you're really young, aren't you?" He could not even comprehend being five years old again.
"Nu-uh!" She said in an angry voice. "I'm a big girl!"
Legolas chuckled, but nodded. "Of course, of course, my mistake."
"How old are you?"
"Hmm.three thousand, two hundred, and three I think."
She giggled. "Nuh-uh."
"Yes huh," he said mimicking her.
"No, actually he is three thousand, two hundred and ninety-one," said a voice behind him. Legolas turned to find his father carrying a tray of food towards the bed. He looked back to Kama who had sunk into the comforter, only her eyes peeking from under it.
"Kama, this is my father. He is king of this city."
She pulled the comforter down to her chin, speaking to Legolas. "King? Like the Lion King?"
Legolas, confused shook and nodded his head, unsure of how to answer. He looked to his father, but he shrugged having no idea.
"Do you not have a king where you come from?"
"Uh-uh," she replied shaking her head. "We have Mr. President Bush. Milo says he's a bad man, but Ari says we'd all be dead without him."
"Who is Milo and Ari?"
"My brother and sister." Her eyes strayed from Legolas to the food tray. Legolas' eyes followed hers and set the tray closer.
The door opened and a guard stepped in. "Your Highness?"
The king nodded and stood, following the guard out to the hall. Kama sat in silence, eyes glued to the guard until the door snapped shut behind them.
"He's scary."
"Who? My father?"
She shook her head. "He's got a big knife. Ari says it's bad to play with knives."
"Oh," was all Legolas could say. 'So she's afraid of the guard.' Kama looked back to the food and grabbed the bread.
"May I have some peanut butter?" she asked politely.
Legolas looked at her curiously.
"Please?" Her look was so angelic. He wished he knew what peanut butter was so he could give it to her.
"I am sorry." The hope in her face fell. "I do not have any."
"It's okay." She forced a small smile looking at the other food. "You're still my friend."
~~~
You can find out more about my other stories in my new extensive bio! Lol
Disclaimer: I do not own Middle-Earth or the "nouns" in it. They belong to Tolkien. I do not own any of the Disney themes or characters that I occasionally mention in the story. Those belong to Walt Disney. Pretty much all I own are Kama, Ari, and Milo.
Pronunciations: these are optional, but here if you want to know how I say them.
Kama: (Kay-ma)
Ari: (Air-ee)
Milo: (My-low)
I will add to this list as the list of characters grows (or least try to).
Now I would like you to sit back and enjoy my story!
Chapter One
It was more than just an ordinary day. He sensed it in the air, although he knew not what was different. The Mirkwood forest was well lit from the sun just to the east. It was quiet except for the soft singing of the birds above, making it a peaceful and pleasant day. Not a cloud was seen in the sky.
The elf walked expressionless, staring around him. Inside he was smiling, but he did not feel like plastering this emotion on his face.
A soft sound reached his ears. He kept walking, but the smile within him diminished and he concentrated on the sound. It was almost as if a small child was crying. But there hadn't been children in Mirkwood for years. As far as he knew, he was the youngest in the city.
The crying was growing slightly nearer. He searched with his elven eyes behind and into trees to find the source. But whatever was creating the sound was no where to be found. He had just about given up when he noticed a small shadow in the path just ten feet or so ahead. Quietly, he walked over to the person. There, a small human girl sat huddled against a large oak. Her head was buried in the drawn up knees and her arms hugging them tightly.
Stopping and proceeding to kneel by the girl, he startled her. Her crying ceased and a tear stained face emerged. Her brown eyes held tears yet to fall and stared at him, frightened.
"Are you lost, little one?" he asked her softly.
She moved her hands to the ground and started to inch away from him. Placing a gentle hand on her arm, he continued.
"Please, do not be afraid. I will not harm you."
She did not listen, let alone show any signs of understanding.
"Do you understand Common-Language?"
She nodded slightly, but continued, trying to get up.
"Good. Then tell me, do you speak it?"
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," the girl, no more than six human years old muttered.
"Okay." he said aloud then thought silently, 'How gain a child's trust?' "Are you hungry?"
He moved his hands to his pack, not taking his eyes away from the child. She tensed up as his hand disappeared into the bag. He pulled out his uneaten breakfast of two slices of bread. Holding them out to her in offering, he watched her eyes travel from the food to him. He could tell she wasn't supposed to accept, but she had to be really hungry because in the end, she carefully snatched the bread and took a bite.
The bread was quickly consumed. She seemed to have eased up a bit, so Legolas tried to figure out who she was.
"What is your name, little one?"
"Kama."
"What are you doing in the woods alone?"
She paused; a few tears fell down her cheeks. "With my sister. Playing."
"Your sister is here?" he asked looking around. "Where is she?"
Turning his eyes back to Kama, he noticed her shrug and curl up crying again.
"Shh.Shh.it's okay." He tried to comfort her. "How about we go to my city and get you something to eat. Your sister might be there waiting for us."
Kama started rocking and her silent sobs increased. He rubbed her hair, trying to calm her. Kama tipped over and laid against his chest. The elf, shocked and uncomfortable, relaxed when he noticed the sniffles had ceased and the child asleep. Gently, he picked her up into his arms and headed towards Mirkwood palace.
~~~
"I found her out in the forest crying. I think she got lost and parted from her sister when they were playing a game," Legolas whispered to his father while they stared at the sleeping girl from the doorway of the room.
"How did you come across this hypothesis?"
"The only things I got out of her was her name: Kama, and 'with my sister playing'."
"Did you search for her sister?"
"No I--"
"Legolas! How could you be so foolish? You have just kidnapped a small human child--"
"It was for her own good!"
"-while her sister is most likely frantically searching for her!"
"I had walked for a good hour in the area before finding her. There was no sign of anyone. I heard nothing besides the crying from the child." Legolas lowered his voice to a whisper when the child stirred. "I don't think she is within five miles. Either the child wandered far or her sister went for help."
Thandruil considered this for a moment. "Where could they be from?" he wondered aloud. "There isn't a human civilization within." He trailed off, shaking his head.
"Do you really think they have traveled all the way from Rohan?"
"It is most unlikely, but where else could they be from?"
~~~
"Legolas!"
He shot up and reached for his bedside where his sword lay. "What happened?" he asked frantically while visually searching the room, his sword ready to attack.
"Your reflexes have far reached their limit. Soon no one will be able to sneak up on you or wake you without being mortally wounded," the king said with a chuckle.
"Very funny," Legolas muttered. "What is so urgent you need to wake me from my slumber?"
"Oh!" his father turned serious, remembering why he came. "The child called Kama is awake. She is scared to death and I thought maybe you could calm her."
"Me? I have never been around children let alone handle them. You have raised them, you have experience, you do it!"
"It.it was quite long ago since you were her age. And-and humans are very different at this age then elves are," he stuttered, as if looking for an excuse.
"I doubt that," Legolas muttered under his breath as he stood and grabbed a clean tunic to change into. "I'll be right there."
~~~
"Hello," Legolas whispered as he knelt by her bed. He dismissed the guards and his father with a wave of his hand. He did not want them there is this got ugly.
He big brown eyes looked at him innocently. Her hands were white because she was clutching the blanket. He gently unpeeled one and grasped it, trying to get her to relax.
"This is my home. I have brought you here to help you." She blinked and he smiled. She was an adorable child. "My name is Legolas. You do not need to be frightened."
"Are you a boy?" she asked quietly.
Legolas chuckled and his smile widened. "Yes."
"Then why is your hair so long? And blonde?"
"That's how elves hair is."
She gasped. "You're an elf? Do you have pointy ears and work in Santa's workshop?"
'Santa. Never heard of that character.' "Um, I have pointy ears," he moved his hair to show her and a smile spread across her face. "But I do not work for Santa."
"Oh." The smile disappeared as quickly as it came.
"Are you hungry?"
She nodded vigorously.
"Okay." He started to get up, but her hand gripped his finger. Her eyes showed fright.
"Please don't leave," she whispered.
"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere," he said as he pealed her tiny fingers from his. He stood and walked to the door. Sticking his head out, he got the attention of the nearest guard. "Can you go fetch a breakfast for our guest?" The guard looked at him curiously. "Thanks." Legolas smiled before disappearing back into the room.
"It's alright, I'm here," he said to Kama pulling up a chair to the bedside. Silence stretched until Legolas thought of something to ask. "So how old are you?"
"Five," she said proudly holding up a hand.
"Wow.five.you're really young, aren't you?" He could not even comprehend being five years old again.
"Nu-uh!" She said in an angry voice. "I'm a big girl!"
Legolas chuckled, but nodded. "Of course, of course, my mistake."
"How old are you?"
"Hmm.three thousand, two hundred, and three I think."
She giggled. "Nuh-uh."
"Yes huh," he said mimicking her.
"No, actually he is three thousand, two hundred and ninety-one," said a voice behind him. Legolas turned to find his father carrying a tray of food towards the bed. He looked back to Kama who had sunk into the comforter, only her eyes peeking from under it.
"Kama, this is my father. He is king of this city."
She pulled the comforter down to her chin, speaking to Legolas. "King? Like the Lion King?"
Legolas, confused shook and nodded his head, unsure of how to answer. He looked to his father, but he shrugged having no idea.
"Do you not have a king where you come from?"
"Uh-uh," she replied shaking her head. "We have Mr. President Bush. Milo says he's a bad man, but Ari says we'd all be dead without him."
"Who is Milo and Ari?"
"My brother and sister." Her eyes strayed from Legolas to the food tray. Legolas' eyes followed hers and set the tray closer.
The door opened and a guard stepped in. "Your Highness?"
The king nodded and stood, following the guard out to the hall. Kama sat in silence, eyes glued to the guard until the door snapped shut behind them.
"He's scary."
"Who? My father?"
She shook her head. "He's got a big knife. Ari says it's bad to play with knives."
"Oh," was all Legolas could say. 'So she's afraid of the guard.' Kama looked back to the food and grabbed the bread.
"May I have some peanut butter?" she asked politely.
Legolas looked at her curiously.
"Please?" Her look was so angelic. He wished he knew what peanut butter was so he could give it to her.
"I am sorry." The hope in her face fell. "I do not have any."
"It's okay." She forced a small smile looking at the other food. "You're still my friend."
~~~