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"Speaking" 'Thinking'
This pink haired human girl was different. She intrigued him like no other being ever had. Perhaps it was the hair, or the eyes. He walked a few steps ahead of her trying not to look at her. The first hour of their adventure, he had made the mistake of staring and she took it offensively. The second hour, she tripped and fell. Thinking she would begin to cry as most human women did, he braced himself, but found that she shed no tears. She did however look sadly at the rip she had created on her dress. The third hour they took a short stop by a stream because he could tell that she was beginning to tire.
Now, on the fourth hour Rini held her growling stomach, trying to suppress the hunger.
"Rini, are you getting hungry?"
"Is my stomach that loud?"
Grinning, he answered, "We could take another break so you can eat."
"Thank you. What do you have to eat?"
Looking down at himself, and back up, "Err, well I don't have anything with me. But I'm sure we could catch something."
"Like kill something? Now?"
Her reply puzzled him. "How else are we supposed to eat? Rather, what else are we supposed to eat?"
"Aren't there any fruit, or vegetables perhaps that we could pick?"
"I'm afraid that there is no edible vegetation that grows in Mirkwood; or at least in the parts that we are in right now."
"Then I'd rather not eat at all." She plainly stated. "I am assuming that they have fruits or vegetables at this Rivendell to which we are headed?"
"Well, of course. But we are still at least a day away from Rivendell, and surely you will not make it that far. You must eat."
"I will live. I am not that hungry." Rini held her stomach and thought back to a time when she was this hungry. She grinned at the memory of the day long ago, when she was in the past with her parents, when they were younger. Serena, her "cousin" had tried to cook her meal and she had refused to eat. It was nearly a full twenty four hours later before Lita came over and cooked her a "proper" meal. She sighed at her happy childhood and wondered if she'll ever be able to go back to her family. Pushing away her memory, Rini looked up at her guide and said, "Come on, let's go. I want to get to this, Rivendell place as soon as we can."
The two continued to walk as Rini tried to ignore her stomach's cries for food. After four hours, neither has ventured to begin a conversation. There was the occasional 'chit-chat' however nothing long enough to constitute as a real conversation. Now, however at the fifth hour, Rini became quite curious as to whom exactly she was following.
"Legolas."
"Yes?" He answered while taking a quick glance back at her.
"Why are you going to Rivendell?"
"To meet and talk with a few people in place of my father."
"Oh. Why doesn't your father go instead?"
"He's a very busy man."
"What does he do?"
Legolas laughed at her many questions. "Why are you so curious all of the sudden?"
"Well, I figure, we've been walking for a very long time and I hardly know you."
"Oh, in that case, I should probably ask you some questions to."
"But you still haven't answered my question."
"How about if we take another quick break so we can talk?"
"Alright," Rini said as she chose a low tree stump to sit upon. Legolas, following her lead, looked around for a place to sit and be comfortable. Finding no other stump or log to sit upon, he effortlessly jumped up to a low tree branch. "Well? What does your father do?" Rini asked as she saw that Legolas had found a seat.
"Hmm, he's a very important man in my, umm, village. He, he's a. an advisor to the king," Legolas did not want to tell her just quite yet who he really was. He didn't want her to begin acting differently to him just because of his royalty. Little did he know, Rini was thinking to exact same thing. She was not ready to reveal to him her real identity either. It had been quite a long time for both of them to meet another living being that did not grovel at their feet or pretend to be nice just to get a favor or two.
"Wow, that must be fascinating. What's the palace like? What are the king and queen like?" Rini wanted to know how kingdoms of this dimension were run and how the monarchs lived.
"Well, the king rules the kingdom firmly but also justly. The queen however moved on after giving birth to the prince." At that Rini noticed a flicker of sadness flash in Legolas's eyes. Trying to change to subject Legolas quickly asked, "Tell me about the moon and why you must get there."
"Well, it is my home. Actually only one of my homes, the other is on Earth."
"How is it that you possess two homes? Are you of great importance where you come from?"
"Hmm, you see I'm a warrior where I come from." Rini decided to conceal her true identity and tell Legolas only of her second life as Chibi Moon, or at least when she once was one of the legendary soldiers of love and peace.
"A warrior?! But how?" Legolas had a hard time imagining the young woman before him as a warrior with blood upon her hands.
"I have not been one for a while now, for my home is in a state of peace right now. But if trouble were to come, my friends and I will always be there."
"Are your friends also women?"
"Yes, they are. Do you find that hard to believe?"
"I apologize Rini, I don't mean to offend you, but here in Middle Earth, women rarely fight. It is mainly the men who bloody themselves in war."
"Hmm, my world used to be like that before we came."
"Who are we?"
"My friends and I. We fight differently then what most are used to." Rini stopped herself before she could say any more. 'I have already said too much to him. I should not have mentioned the others.'
"How do you fight?" Legolas asked while thinking, 'Perhaps she will be able to help.'
"Just differently."
Legolas could tell that Rini obviously didn't want to talk any more of it. "I myself fight a little. When our, umm, village is under attack I go and fight along with the soldiers."
"I do not like wars. Despite being a warrior I despise the screams and terrors of war." Laughing to herself she mumbled "Perhaps it is mama I take after."
"Is your mother also a warrior?"
Rini looked up Legolas in curiosity. "How did you hear me? What I said was barely above a whisper."
Legolas sighed as he thought, 'Well, I would sooner or later have to explain to her that I am an elf. She is obviously a human who had never seen an elf before or else she would know how I heard.'
"Rini, have you ever heard of elves?"
"Like as in Santa's little helpers?"
"Who's Santa?"
Rini had forgotten that in this dimension they might not even have a Santa Claus. "Nevermind. But yes, I have heard of elves. Little old men that live in the forest."
"Well, that is half true. Elves do live in the forest, or at least some of them do. However they are not 'little' at all. They are tall beings who are able to run as swift as the wind and walk lightly as a feather. They live for very long periods and never die unless killed in battle. Elves have amazing abilities such as sight and hearing. A characteristic that all elves share are their ears."
"Their ears?" Rini asked, but the truth began to dawn on her.
"Yes, their ears. Elf ears are pointed, not rounded like that of a man." Legolas paused and said, "Rini, I am an elf."
"But, elves aren't real! They can't be! They're just made up to be a child's fairytale. Are all the people in your village elves?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, but you said that elves do not die unless killed in battle. How then did the queen of your village die?"
"I never said that she did. She moved on to Valinor."
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Elves, since they do not die naturally, go to a place called Valinor, or otherwise known as the 'Undying Lands.' There is the place all elves will sail to when they feel that their time in Middle Earth is drawing to a close."
"Oh." Was all Rini could conjure to say.
"I find it hard to believe that you come from a place without elves, but I do believe that you are not from Middle Earth for if you were you would most definitely know of an elf. A question that has been bothering me from the instant I saw you was, how are your hair and eyes the color that they are? What kind of being are you?"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude or to ask in such a manner. But it is true, how is your hair the color only which flowers can achieve, and your eyes the color of summer wine?"
"I am a human, and a lunarian."
"A lunarian?"
"A being from the moon. I am the last of my kind, aside from my mother. My father is a human." Rini stopped talking, and took a deep breath.
Legolas could tell that she was keeping something from him. He didn't want to push her into telling him for he could wait. After their conversation, both got up and continued walking. They pondered the identity of each other, neither having heard of the other's species.
AN: I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. I have a total of ten chapters complete and half of eleven done. However I will only post one or two, depending on my mood, per week. The reason is because I want to pace myself so I don't lose interest in this story as I did in my first one. Please bear with me and I will do my best to write a great story. Also I will keep these AN's to a minimum because they often detour from the story. I may add footnotes occasionally. Please enjoy the story.
"Speaking" 'Thinking'
This pink haired human girl was different. She intrigued him like no other being ever had. Perhaps it was the hair, or the eyes. He walked a few steps ahead of her trying not to look at her. The first hour of their adventure, he had made the mistake of staring and she took it offensively. The second hour, she tripped and fell. Thinking she would begin to cry as most human women did, he braced himself, but found that she shed no tears. She did however look sadly at the rip she had created on her dress. The third hour they took a short stop by a stream because he could tell that she was beginning to tire.
Now, on the fourth hour Rini held her growling stomach, trying to suppress the hunger.
"Rini, are you getting hungry?"
"Is my stomach that loud?"
Grinning, he answered, "We could take another break so you can eat."
"Thank you. What do you have to eat?"
Looking down at himself, and back up, "Err, well I don't have anything with me. But I'm sure we could catch something."
"Like kill something? Now?"
Her reply puzzled him. "How else are we supposed to eat? Rather, what else are we supposed to eat?"
"Aren't there any fruit, or vegetables perhaps that we could pick?"
"I'm afraid that there is no edible vegetation that grows in Mirkwood; or at least in the parts that we are in right now."
"Then I'd rather not eat at all." She plainly stated. "I am assuming that they have fruits or vegetables at this Rivendell to which we are headed?"
"Well, of course. But we are still at least a day away from Rivendell, and surely you will not make it that far. You must eat."
"I will live. I am not that hungry." Rini held her stomach and thought back to a time when she was this hungry. She grinned at the memory of the day long ago, when she was in the past with her parents, when they were younger. Serena, her "cousin" had tried to cook her meal and she had refused to eat. It was nearly a full twenty four hours later before Lita came over and cooked her a "proper" meal. She sighed at her happy childhood and wondered if she'll ever be able to go back to her family. Pushing away her memory, Rini looked up at her guide and said, "Come on, let's go. I want to get to this, Rivendell place as soon as we can."
The two continued to walk as Rini tried to ignore her stomach's cries for food. After four hours, neither has ventured to begin a conversation. There was the occasional 'chit-chat' however nothing long enough to constitute as a real conversation. Now, however at the fifth hour, Rini became quite curious as to whom exactly she was following.
"Legolas."
"Yes?" He answered while taking a quick glance back at her.
"Why are you going to Rivendell?"
"To meet and talk with a few people in place of my father."
"Oh. Why doesn't your father go instead?"
"He's a very busy man."
"What does he do?"
Legolas laughed at her many questions. "Why are you so curious all of the sudden?"
"Well, I figure, we've been walking for a very long time and I hardly know you."
"Oh, in that case, I should probably ask you some questions to."
"But you still haven't answered my question."
"How about if we take another quick break so we can talk?"
"Alright," Rini said as she chose a low tree stump to sit upon. Legolas, following her lead, looked around for a place to sit and be comfortable. Finding no other stump or log to sit upon, he effortlessly jumped up to a low tree branch. "Well? What does your father do?" Rini asked as she saw that Legolas had found a seat.
"Hmm, he's a very important man in my, umm, village. He, he's a. an advisor to the king," Legolas did not want to tell her just quite yet who he really was. He didn't want her to begin acting differently to him just because of his royalty. Little did he know, Rini was thinking to exact same thing. She was not ready to reveal to him her real identity either. It had been quite a long time for both of them to meet another living being that did not grovel at their feet or pretend to be nice just to get a favor or two.
"Wow, that must be fascinating. What's the palace like? What are the king and queen like?" Rini wanted to know how kingdoms of this dimension were run and how the monarchs lived.
"Well, the king rules the kingdom firmly but also justly. The queen however moved on after giving birth to the prince." At that Rini noticed a flicker of sadness flash in Legolas's eyes. Trying to change to subject Legolas quickly asked, "Tell me about the moon and why you must get there."
"Well, it is my home. Actually only one of my homes, the other is on Earth."
"How is it that you possess two homes? Are you of great importance where you come from?"
"Hmm, you see I'm a warrior where I come from." Rini decided to conceal her true identity and tell Legolas only of her second life as Chibi Moon, or at least when she once was one of the legendary soldiers of love and peace.
"A warrior?! But how?" Legolas had a hard time imagining the young woman before him as a warrior with blood upon her hands.
"I have not been one for a while now, for my home is in a state of peace right now. But if trouble were to come, my friends and I will always be there."
"Are your friends also women?"
"Yes, they are. Do you find that hard to believe?"
"I apologize Rini, I don't mean to offend you, but here in Middle Earth, women rarely fight. It is mainly the men who bloody themselves in war."
"Hmm, my world used to be like that before we came."
"Who are we?"
"My friends and I. We fight differently then what most are used to." Rini stopped herself before she could say any more. 'I have already said too much to him. I should not have mentioned the others.'
"How do you fight?" Legolas asked while thinking, 'Perhaps she will be able to help.'
"Just differently."
Legolas could tell that Rini obviously didn't want to talk any more of it. "I myself fight a little. When our, umm, village is under attack I go and fight along with the soldiers."
"I do not like wars. Despite being a warrior I despise the screams and terrors of war." Laughing to herself she mumbled "Perhaps it is mama I take after."
"Is your mother also a warrior?"
Rini looked up Legolas in curiosity. "How did you hear me? What I said was barely above a whisper."
Legolas sighed as he thought, 'Well, I would sooner or later have to explain to her that I am an elf. She is obviously a human who had never seen an elf before or else she would know how I heard.'
"Rini, have you ever heard of elves?"
"Like as in Santa's little helpers?"
"Who's Santa?"
Rini had forgotten that in this dimension they might not even have a Santa Claus. "Nevermind. But yes, I have heard of elves. Little old men that live in the forest."
"Well, that is half true. Elves do live in the forest, or at least some of them do. However they are not 'little' at all. They are tall beings who are able to run as swift as the wind and walk lightly as a feather. They live for very long periods and never die unless killed in battle. Elves have amazing abilities such as sight and hearing. A characteristic that all elves share are their ears."
"Their ears?" Rini asked, but the truth began to dawn on her.
"Yes, their ears. Elf ears are pointed, not rounded like that of a man." Legolas paused and said, "Rini, I am an elf."
"But, elves aren't real! They can't be! They're just made up to be a child's fairytale. Are all the people in your village elves?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, but you said that elves do not die unless killed in battle. How then did the queen of your village die?"
"I never said that she did. She moved on to Valinor."
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Elves, since they do not die naturally, go to a place called Valinor, or otherwise known as the 'Undying Lands.' There is the place all elves will sail to when they feel that their time in Middle Earth is drawing to a close."
"Oh." Was all Rini could conjure to say.
"I find it hard to believe that you come from a place without elves, but I do believe that you are not from Middle Earth for if you were you would most definitely know of an elf. A question that has been bothering me from the instant I saw you was, how are your hair and eyes the color that they are? What kind of being are you?"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude or to ask in such a manner. But it is true, how is your hair the color only which flowers can achieve, and your eyes the color of summer wine?"
"I am a human, and a lunarian."
"A lunarian?"
"A being from the moon. I am the last of my kind, aside from my mother. My father is a human." Rini stopped talking, and took a deep breath.
Legolas could tell that she was keeping something from him. He didn't want to push her into telling him for he could wait. After their conversation, both got up and continued walking. They pondered the identity of each other, neither having heard of the other's species.
AN: I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. I have a total of ten chapters complete and half of eleven done. However I will only post one or two, depending on my mood, per week. The reason is because I want to pace myself so I don't lose interest in this story as I did in my first one. Please bear with me and I will do my best to write a great story. Also I will keep these AN's to a minimum because they often detour from the story. I may add footnotes occasionally. Please enjoy the story.