Disclaimer: I hold no claims to the original LOTR cast (Holly and Rachel
are mine)
A/N: No flames
Time: Gifts of Cloth and Wood
When Rachel awoke the next morning, clothes, much like the ones Legolas wore, were folded neatly at the bottom of her bed. She stripped and put on the pants, green velvet; the undershirt, a light red-coral with elvish designs on the collar and sleeves; the outer-tunic, green velvet with a belt around the waist; the boots, brown velvet; the arm guards, brown leather with red designs along the edges; and a dagger cross-over shoulder strap, brown leather. A cloak was also hanging on a branch from a tree bending over the balcony. There was a small mirror on a nightstand beside her bed and Rachel looked at herself, amazed. The outfit showed off her muscular, but good-looking legs and her chest, which was emphasized by the belt around her waist. The outer-tunic, flared at the bottom by the belt, showed off her hips and the low-neck revealed her collar bone and slender neck. The color of the tunic brightened her already smoke-grey eyes, reddened her lips, and made her strawberry-blonde hair shine . Or was it just part of being an elf? Maybe. Or it could have been that Rachel never noticed things like that.
Brushing her hair, still very wavy, Rachel got butterflies in her stomach. What would the guys think and what would Holly say? She imagined Holly would fall over, paralyzed and a few of the men would cough in surprise, their eyes the size of golf balls. She smiled.
"Holy shit!" Rachel yelled. On a regular basis, she had her hair tucked behind her ears and when she went to do so, she found that her ears were pointed. She laughed. Never wanted to be an elf, eh? She liked the look.
"Perhaps you should join the Fellowship now?" said a voice behind her. Rachel spun around and was face to face with Haldir. Growling low in her throat, Rachel turned away and began packing up Holly's bag. Haldir sighed and walked forward.
"Do you mind?" Rachel asked irritably. Haldir smirked and cocked his head slightly to the side.
"Not at all."
"You're impossible."
"And you're in the Lady's graces and blood. I could do no harm to you," the elf pointed out. Rachel snapped her head and looked at him, fire in her eyes.
"What d'you want?" she asked in a lethal tone of voice. Haldir held out his hands and within them was a bow and quiver. Rachel dropped the bag she was about the fling onto her back and stared at the beautiful wood and metal laying before her.
"They're yours. I gave Holly a thin sword and I am giving you a bow and quiver. Legolas has the arrows," Haldir said matter-of-factly. Rachel took the weapon graciously from the elf's hands and marveled at how light it was.
"I can't take this! I haven't fired a shot in nearly half a year! I'll just ruin it!" Rachel exclaimed. Haldir laughed haughtily.
"Excuses do not elude the Lady of the Wood! She has sent to me to give these to you! Although her powers dwindle, she has power enough to peer into your memories!"
Rachel, unable to think of a come-back, sighed and took the magnificent objects, realizing she couldn't carry her pack anymore because the quiver and bow upon her back. When she was about to point that out, Haldir cut her off.
"Pippin has volunteered to carry your pack. I suggest you leave now. The Fellowship and your ecstatic little friend have already dressed and are awaiting you by the boats m'Lady has provided for them," Haldir sighed, smiling almost warmly. Rachel refused to smile back and walked out of the room, feeling a little dizzy and disoriented.
A/N: No flames
Time: Gifts of Cloth and Wood
When Rachel awoke the next morning, clothes, much like the ones Legolas wore, were folded neatly at the bottom of her bed. She stripped and put on the pants, green velvet; the undershirt, a light red-coral with elvish designs on the collar and sleeves; the outer-tunic, green velvet with a belt around the waist; the boots, brown velvet; the arm guards, brown leather with red designs along the edges; and a dagger cross-over shoulder strap, brown leather. A cloak was also hanging on a branch from a tree bending over the balcony. There was a small mirror on a nightstand beside her bed and Rachel looked at herself, amazed. The outfit showed off her muscular, but good-looking legs and her chest, which was emphasized by the belt around her waist. The outer-tunic, flared at the bottom by the belt, showed off her hips and the low-neck revealed her collar bone and slender neck. The color of the tunic brightened her already smoke-grey eyes, reddened her lips, and made her strawberry-blonde hair shine . Or was it just part of being an elf? Maybe. Or it could have been that Rachel never noticed things like that.
Brushing her hair, still very wavy, Rachel got butterflies in her stomach. What would the guys think and what would Holly say? She imagined Holly would fall over, paralyzed and a few of the men would cough in surprise, their eyes the size of golf balls. She smiled.
"Holy shit!" Rachel yelled. On a regular basis, she had her hair tucked behind her ears and when she went to do so, she found that her ears were pointed. She laughed. Never wanted to be an elf, eh? She liked the look.
"Perhaps you should join the Fellowship now?" said a voice behind her. Rachel spun around and was face to face with Haldir. Growling low in her throat, Rachel turned away and began packing up Holly's bag. Haldir sighed and walked forward.
"Do you mind?" Rachel asked irritably. Haldir smirked and cocked his head slightly to the side.
"Not at all."
"You're impossible."
"And you're in the Lady's graces and blood. I could do no harm to you," the elf pointed out. Rachel snapped her head and looked at him, fire in her eyes.
"What d'you want?" she asked in a lethal tone of voice. Haldir held out his hands and within them was a bow and quiver. Rachel dropped the bag she was about the fling onto her back and stared at the beautiful wood and metal laying before her.
"They're yours. I gave Holly a thin sword and I am giving you a bow and quiver. Legolas has the arrows," Haldir said matter-of-factly. Rachel took the weapon graciously from the elf's hands and marveled at how light it was.
"I can't take this! I haven't fired a shot in nearly half a year! I'll just ruin it!" Rachel exclaimed. Haldir laughed haughtily.
"Excuses do not elude the Lady of the Wood! She has sent to me to give these to you! Although her powers dwindle, she has power enough to peer into your memories!"
Rachel, unable to think of a come-back, sighed and took the magnificent objects, realizing she couldn't carry her pack anymore because the quiver and bow upon her back. When she was about to point that out, Haldir cut her off.
"Pippin has volunteered to carry your pack. I suggest you leave now. The Fellowship and your ecstatic little friend have already dressed and are awaiting you by the boats m'Lady has provided for them," Haldir sighed, smiling almost warmly. Rachel refused to smile back and walked out of the room, feeling a little dizzy and disoriented.