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sorry everyone had to wait; let's just say I stuck my head under the soft
serve machine at my work and got quite a brain freeze. Muwahaha, just
kidding. To clear some things up, this story is going to take place long
time AFTER the quest to destroy the one ring. I will also say that I am
definitely not going to make Mia an elf. Next chapter I'll try and answer
any other question or problems you guys have.
Declaimer: Well what can I say, JRR Tolkin owns everything, except Chris, Mia and introducing *trumpets sound off* Mar, Rowyn and Tadriendra
*sings* Let me entertain you, and you'll have a real good time yes sir. You'll have a real good time___! Well enjoy and review please.-------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------Chapter 3
On the border of Mirkwood two eleven men strolled along a worn path. Although their steps made not a sound their carefree voices carried through the dense forest.
"Now Mar isn't it quite a bit cooler out here?" Said the elder
"Well sort of. The heat was unbearable in my talan" Replied the younger.
"I don't understand how your sister seems to be able to work in your talan why can't you?" Teased the other.
"You're one to talk Rowyn. Weren't you suppose to help planning the welcoming ceremony?"
"Yes." Moaned Rowyn. "I barely got in one word. All the she- elves feel they know Legolas better than I. He's only been my friend for almost all of his life!"
Mar grinned at this. Ever since it was announced that the Prince of Mirkwoood would be returning home from his travels many of the ladies of Eryn Lasgallen had gone into frenzy. These she-elves hoped that by sewing gowns and such they would be able to catch Legolas' wandering heart. Mar was pretty glad that at least his sister, Tadriendra, hadn't been swept up in the chaos.
He knew that Rowyn wasn't really mad about his lack of voice in the committee. He is worried about the weather again. Mar thought to himself. The past spring had been exceptionally dry, one of the driest in about 800 years, according to Rowyn. He is in charge of the Forest Squadron; a group of elves who watch over the wood and helping out where it is needed. Mar is one of the newest recruits but he had always been good friends with Rowyn, long enough to know when his friend is troubled.
"Do not worry my friend, the forest may be old but its roots grow deep and its leaves green. It will not flounder in the heat." Mar assured his comrade.
Rowyn tried to smile but found he couldn't, neither could Mar. Deep down they both were concerned about the health of their home. They stopped their walk and just leaned against a large tree trunk, lost in their own thoughts.
"Rowyn! Mar!" A voice called out.
The two looked up instantly. They knew that voice; it belonged to Mar's sister, Tadriendra.
"Hey are you listening! Ro.. Oh." She spots them and beckons them over. "Well come over here and have some water, you don't want to faint with all the stifling heat we been having."
Mar and Rowyn exchanged looks. Tadriendra is like the surrogate mother of all enlisted in the Forest Squadron. She kept them all well fed and cared for when on scouting trips. Although at times she was more of a hindrance than help, but for the most part the latter.
"Oh Nana what would we do without you?" The two said simultaneously.
"I really don't know. It's a good thing I came this way, hey hey save some for me!" She yelped.
"Sorry Tadriendra. We were just so.What? Tadriendra what is it?" Mar asked nervously. His sister's eyes had grown very wide and she pointed to behind them. Prepared for the worst the two turned around only to be blinded by a bright, white light. They shield their eyes from the intense radiance. And then as suddenly as it had come, the light disappeared. What was left was a crumpled heap. Mar cautiously moved towards the mass and cried out when he had reached it.
"By the Valar! I believe that it's a girl, she's hurt pretty badly." He said looking up.
Rowyn came forward and called to Tadriendra "Go and fetch Pymbor, be swift about it." He then knelt beside Mar. The faces the two shared were one of horror. The girl's face seemed to be completely purple, bruises blossoming all over. The clothes she was clad in neither had seen before but they were dirtied and ruined. Scraps were etched all over her exposed skin and blood was beginning to seep through her pant legs. The expression on her face seemed to be one relief, oddly enough. Rowyn felt for her pulse and found it to be slow and irregular. He took off his cloak and placed it over her just to be safe.
"Should we move her?" Mar asked anxiously
"No we may further injure her. Unfortunately I am not a healer." Rowyn answered.
"But I am." A deep voice sounded. Relief flooded the elves eyes as they saw Pymbor, the city's greatest (and grumpiest) healer, hobble down the path assisted by Tadriendra. They reached them in no time. He looked the girl over quickly, gentle prodding her here and there. Then he got up and motioned to the three.
"We must make her a stretcher for her to lie on. Be quick for I cannot work in these conditions." Pymbor grunted.
They worked together and had the mortal on the stretcher and ran carefully back to the city. Normally Pymbor took patients in his talan but this wasn't a normal problem. So they made their way to the larger center in the palace. Elves had to jump out of the way of the speeding foursome. They finally got their placed the girl down and Pymbor shooed all the others out and settled down. This is going to be tough. He said to himself but smiled for he loved a challenge.
***
Mia started opening her eyes slowly. She could hear murmurs all around her but could not identify from where they came from. Everything was fuzzy and little bright, but soon she could make out others in the room with her.
"Hush everyone she's waking. Young one... No need to fear." Pymbor said softly.
The girl's eyes were quite wide and shocked. Then she spoke.
"I'm not dead?" She asked.
"No dear one. You gave us a real fright though." Pymbor said chuckling
"Oh.. Hold up.. Where am I? Who or what are you?" The mortal questioned
Mar came forward. "My lady you are in the woodland realm, Mirkwood. We are the elves that found you. You have been unconscious for three days."
"Elves!?! Mirkwood?!?!" Well Mia looks like you're not in Kansas anymore. No! This has got to be a dream; in a few minutes I'll wake up and be back with Chris. She visibly shuddered at the though of Chris. This is really crazy; Mirkwood is in Middle Earth from J.R.R Tolkin's. . . Oh holy crap! I am in Middle Earth and I am under the care of the elves! After getting over the shock a bit, Mia stared down at herself. She felt so broken, but could already see that she was healing rather quickly. Lost in her thought a voice brought her back.
"What is your name?" The female elf inquired.
"Mia." She answered quietly. Mia could see pity in the eyes of all those in the room. That's the last thing she wanted, to be treated like a porcelain doll. She decided not to act on her anger for she didn't have the energy nor did she want to freak out her rescuers. As Mia let her eyes explored the room, the four elves gathered in a huddle away from the human girl.
"What's the matter with the girl?" Asked a confused Rowyn. "She acts as if she doesn't know who we are."
"Yes when I saw her come in that bright light I though that was odd but was she born in a cave?"
"Wait what bright light? Rowyn, Mar and Tadriendra when were you planning to tell me about this bright light?" Demanded Pymbor.
"Well we just got caught up in." Pymbor only looked at Tadriendra and she went on. "Sorry, we were out in the wood and I had come to give my brother and Rowyn a drink when this bright light engulfed us, and then as quickly as it had come, the light disappeared and left this girl in its place."
"We will have to send for King Thraduil to question her, but not just yet she needs her rest." Pymbor whispered as he looked over at the mortal girl.
They grouped around Mia once again and said their goodbyes. Before she drifted off to sleep she mentally kicked herself for not thanking the elves or asking their names. Mia figured she could do that when she wakes up later. Her last image was of the healer tucking her in. -- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Yahoo! I hope you liked my chapter! Here are my recommendations of the day:
1. Go to see Pirates of the Caribbean. Hello Orlando Bloom is in it and Johnny Depp is hilarious!
2. If you haven't already read the fifth Harry Potter. I got mad at it but maybe you'll have more luck than I.
3. Review my story! You know you want to. Or you can ask me question and give me some idea. I basically open to anything.
Thank you and have a nice day! R&R
Declaimer: Well what can I say, JRR Tolkin owns everything, except Chris, Mia and introducing *trumpets sound off* Mar, Rowyn and Tadriendra
*sings* Let me entertain you, and you'll have a real good time yes sir. You'll have a real good time___! Well enjoy and review please.-------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------Chapter 3
On the border of Mirkwood two eleven men strolled along a worn path. Although their steps made not a sound their carefree voices carried through the dense forest.
"Now Mar isn't it quite a bit cooler out here?" Said the elder
"Well sort of. The heat was unbearable in my talan" Replied the younger.
"I don't understand how your sister seems to be able to work in your talan why can't you?" Teased the other.
"You're one to talk Rowyn. Weren't you suppose to help planning the welcoming ceremony?"
"Yes." Moaned Rowyn. "I barely got in one word. All the she- elves feel they know Legolas better than I. He's only been my friend for almost all of his life!"
Mar grinned at this. Ever since it was announced that the Prince of Mirkwoood would be returning home from his travels many of the ladies of Eryn Lasgallen had gone into frenzy. These she-elves hoped that by sewing gowns and such they would be able to catch Legolas' wandering heart. Mar was pretty glad that at least his sister, Tadriendra, hadn't been swept up in the chaos.
He knew that Rowyn wasn't really mad about his lack of voice in the committee. He is worried about the weather again. Mar thought to himself. The past spring had been exceptionally dry, one of the driest in about 800 years, according to Rowyn. He is in charge of the Forest Squadron; a group of elves who watch over the wood and helping out where it is needed. Mar is one of the newest recruits but he had always been good friends with Rowyn, long enough to know when his friend is troubled.
"Do not worry my friend, the forest may be old but its roots grow deep and its leaves green. It will not flounder in the heat." Mar assured his comrade.
Rowyn tried to smile but found he couldn't, neither could Mar. Deep down they both were concerned about the health of their home. They stopped their walk and just leaned against a large tree trunk, lost in their own thoughts.
"Rowyn! Mar!" A voice called out.
The two looked up instantly. They knew that voice; it belonged to Mar's sister, Tadriendra.
"Hey are you listening! Ro.. Oh." She spots them and beckons them over. "Well come over here and have some water, you don't want to faint with all the stifling heat we been having."
Mar and Rowyn exchanged looks. Tadriendra is like the surrogate mother of all enlisted in the Forest Squadron. She kept them all well fed and cared for when on scouting trips. Although at times she was more of a hindrance than help, but for the most part the latter.
"Oh Nana what would we do without you?" The two said simultaneously.
"I really don't know. It's a good thing I came this way, hey hey save some for me!" She yelped.
"Sorry Tadriendra. We were just so.What? Tadriendra what is it?" Mar asked nervously. His sister's eyes had grown very wide and she pointed to behind them. Prepared for the worst the two turned around only to be blinded by a bright, white light. They shield their eyes from the intense radiance. And then as suddenly as it had come, the light disappeared. What was left was a crumpled heap. Mar cautiously moved towards the mass and cried out when he had reached it.
"By the Valar! I believe that it's a girl, she's hurt pretty badly." He said looking up.
Rowyn came forward and called to Tadriendra "Go and fetch Pymbor, be swift about it." He then knelt beside Mar. The faces the two shared were one of horror. The girl's face seemed to be completely purple, bruises blossoming all over. The clothes she was clad in neither had seen before but they were dirtied and ruined. Scraps were etched all over her exposed skin and blood was beginning to seep through her pant legs. The expression on her face seemed to be one relief, oddly enough. Rowyn felt for her pulse and found it to be slow and irregular. He took off his cloak and placed it over her just to be safe.
"Should we move her?" Mar asked anxiously
"No we may further injure her. Unfortunately I am not a healer." Rowyn answered.
"But I am." A deep voice sounded. Relief flooded the elves eyes as they saw Pymbor, the city's greatest (and grumpiest) healer, hobble down the path assisted by Tadriendra. They reached them in no time. He looked the girl over quickly, gentle prodding her here and there. Then he got up and motioned to the three.
"We must make her a stretcher for her to lie on. Be quick for I cannot work in these conditions." Pymbor grunted.
They worked together and had the mortal on the stretcher and ran carefully back to the city. Normally Pymbor took patients in his talan but this wasn't a normal problem. So they made their way to the larger center in the palace. Elves had to jump out of the way of the speeding foursome. They finally got their placed the girl down and Pymbor shooed all the others out and settled down. This is going to be tough. He said to himself but smiled for he loved a challenge.
***
Mia started opening her eyes slowly. She could hear murmurs all around her but could not identify from where they came from. Everything was fuzzy and little bright, but soon she could make out others in the room with her.
"Hush everyone she's waking. Young one... No need to fear." Pymbor said softly.
The girl's eyes were quite wide and shocked. Then she spoke.
"I'm not dead?" She asked.
"No dear one. You gave us a real fright though." Pymbor said chuckling
"Oh.. Hold up.. Where am I? Who or what are you?" The mortal questioned
Mar came forward. "My lady you are in the woodland realm, Mirkwood. We are the elves that found you. You have been unconscious for three days."
"Elves!?! Mirkwood?!?!" Well Mia looks like you're not in Kansas anymore. No! This has got to be a dream; in a few minutes I'll wake up and be back with Chris. She visibly shuddered at the though of Chris. This is really crazy; Mirkwood is in Middle Earth from J.R.R Tolkin's. . . Oh holy crap! I am in Middle Earth and I am under the care of the elves! After getting over the shock a bit, Mia stared down at herself. She felt so broken, but could already see that she was healing rather quickly. Lost in her thought a voice brought her back.
"What is your name?" The female elf inquired.
"Mia." She answered quietly. Mia could see pity in the eyes of all those in the room. That's the last thing she wanted, to be treated like a porcelain doll. She decided not to act on her anger for she didn't have the energy nor did she want to freak out her rescuers. As Mia let her eyes explored the room, the four elves gathered in a huddle away from the human girl.
"What's the matter with the girl?" Asked a confused Rowyn. "She acts as if she doesn't know who we are."
"Yes when I saw her come in that bright light I though that was odd but was she born in a cave?"
"Wait what bright light? Rowyn, Mar and Tadriendra when were you planning to tell me about this bright light?" Demanded Pymbor.
"Well we just got caught up in." Pymbor only looked at Tadriendra and she went on. "Sorry, we were out in the wood and I had come to give my brother and Rowyn a drink when this bright light engulfed us, and then as quickly as it had come, the light disappeared and left this girl in its place."
"We will have to send for King Thraduil to question her, but not just yet she needs her rest." Pymbor whispered as he looked over at the mortal girl.
They grouped around Mia once again and said their goodbyes. Before she drifted off to sleep she mentally kicked herself for not thanking the elves or asking their names. Mia figured she could do that when she wakes up later. Her last image was of the healer tucking her in. -- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Yahoo! I hope you liked my chapter! Here are my recommendations of the day:
1. Go to see Pirates of the Caribbean. Hello Orlando Bloom is in it and Johnny Depp is hilarious!
2. If you haven't already read the fifth Harry Potter. I got mad at it but maybe you'll have more luck than I.
3. Review my story! You know you want to. Or you can ask me question and give me some idea. I basically open to anything.
Thank you and have a nice day! R&R