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A/N: did you like the last chapter? This story is not going to be fluff. unless I get lazy which is quite possible if you look at my other stories but it seems after a couple of chapters of fluff I usually go back to action so just sit tight.
Author: Under the Moon's Influence or my Elfish name Brillómwen
Summary: A young thief woman is caught red-handed stealing from a band of Elves in Mirkwood. She is taken to stand in front of the Royal Family and is sentenced to go on a quest with the prince of Mirkwood to retrieve and ancient bow from an island way out to sea near the Undying lands. On the way, she is thrown into a greater and more dangerous quest where she must trust the Elf prince who accompanies her and he must trust her. This is their voyage and their quest. can it be done?
Rating: PG: 13 ½ cause Rory (full name is Roralenda) has a bad habit of swearing and talking about very gross things and there is fighting and maybe a tinge.ok a lot of romance but I won't do any smutty stuff.
" " ~ Dialogue as usual
' ' ~ Rory's thoughts
* * ~ Freaky unexplainable voices in the authors head.
Chapter Title: Flowering Dogwood
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When the pale orange sun rose over the eastern mountains, found their way to Rory's ruddy face, and finally warmed her it was already late in the morning. A bird swept down close to her face brushing it's wings over forehead startling Rory out of a peaceful sleep and causing her to jolt away and out of the window seat onto the marble washed floors. She groaned as she pushed herself up and rubbed her neck. That jolt had sent all of her arrows flying across the room and the bag of Dwarf cherries rolling everywhere. " Just what I need." She croaked. "Damn that bird and all its kin and if ever I have the chance I'll stew the damn thing in a pot." On cue the bird twittered up to the window, looked at Rory strangely and started singing a song strangely familiar to elf singing but it made no difference Rory thought as she eased slowly to her feet fingers clutching a small knife bedecked with jewels and a sharp blade.
"Come here pretty bird. Rory wants to have a closer look at you. Yes that's it hop closer to Rory. She likes birds that sing crack of dawn music and wakes Rory. Just a little closer." With that Rory swung her blade, quick as lightning straight down to the birds back but a mere inch from the birds back a hand quicker then her caught her. She spun around to glare at the person who stopped her and faltered right into his chest. Strong arms caught her shoulders and pushed her back. She looked up and meet the eyes of an elf that resembled Brillôas in many ways except he had dark blue eyes, a strong chin and a stern yet mellow look across his face.
"What did you do that for? That damn bird could have had me fall on my poison arrows and die a hideous death with my entrails laying about the room." She was never a morning person and her every inch of her was annoyed with the bird and this elf that remained silent, boring his eyes, that seemed to hide a secret into hers. 'Well speak good elf or leave me so I may kill that ill-fated bird with blade." She said glancing towards the bird that had settled himself on the elf's shoulder, started singing and was hopping around.
"Her name is Sarafan and has nest deep in the forest." The elf finally spoke, never taking his eyes off hers. She was starting to fell uncomfortable and diverted her away from his towards the bird that twittered again, flapping her wings and raising a few inches off the Elf's shoulder singing proudly.
"What does that have to do with it? Its mid season and the newly born birds can take care of themselves. This bird Sarafat whatever her name is will not wake me up and get away with it." She snatched for the bird again. This time the bird was the quick one, it fluttered up and settled on the quiver the elf wore on his back.
"Your name is Rory. I was told Trilla." The bird peered around his blonde hair and twittered once. A growl escaped Rory's throat.
"I have many names. Rory and Trilla are only two them. What is your name good elf? He-who-saves-birds? " She sneered as she bent down and started to gather her strewn arrows. He crouched down as well, gathering a few scattered arrows and handing them to Rory.
"In common tongue people sometimes call me Green Leaf but here at home and among friends I am known as Legolas in native tongue. My brother is Brillôas and you're the human you tried to kill him. Am I right?" She met his eyes again when she looked up.
"How many humans do you have here in Mirkwood and I wasn't trying to kill him. Only rob him. And ahh what are you doing in my room anyway?" She looked at the closed door. Had he been in here while she was sleeping?
"I was asked by my father the king to rouse you awake and see you to breakfast and secure you with food and a horse." He deposited the last gleaming arrow of hers into its quiver and stood up, surprisingly tall and graceful. He handed her the quiver, their hands brushed and Rory's subconscious noted the velvety, warm skin of his hand.
"Yes ahh thank you, Green Leaf. Sorry about trying to kill your little buddy." She said as the bird flew off Legolas' shoulder and soared out the window.
"Come I will get you something good to eat and pack you some elves bread. Then we can go the stable and you may choose any horse you want. Even the Royal horses. Any human or being that owns such fine arrows deserves a fine horse." The small smile that had played on his lips since he first made himself know widened. His hand guided the small of her back out of the room leading her towards breakfast.
A/N How do you like that?? Pre-Romance a little don't you think? Ahh well on we go.
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"That one!" Rory pointed towards a medium built stallion. He was the same color as her eyes and looked strong and smart. She felt like a kid in a candy shop gapping at all the delicate sweets and goodies behind the glass but today she had a penny. She had a penny and she was going to spend it wisely. The elves to her surprise owned hundreds of horses of al shapes and sizes. They had Great War horses that were strong and proud but she needed speed and these great ogres were slow and ungraceful. They had smaller horses that could run like the wind over wind, water but she still need some strength for scuffles she might run into, and these horses were usually high-strung and not as faithful. It was then she saw this horse. He was munching on oats and not paying attention to the elf and the young women observing the horses. He looked strong enough to carry heavier loads and quick enough to glide across the plains of Rohan unnoticed.
"What his name?" Rory turned towards Legolas who was mumbling to himself in Elvish.
"Le choix Etrange pour un humain. Cela est un dieu de chevaux et moi n'a pas pensé qu'un humain pourrait l'endroit il. Mais elle semble remarquable. L'elle permettre d'a Legolas. L'elle permettre d'a. What? Did you ask me something good lady?" she had caught him off guard. (A/N don't mock my Elvish.. It's French and I'm not that good at it)
"What is this one's name Price Elf?" She asked again
"Courreurlune. Very good choice my lady. Moon Runner in common." He said approaching her.
"He is the one then. I'll take this one and I promise to take care of Courreurlune. Would you like to come with me dear horse? On an adventure to Rohan and Gondor?" The horse neighed and flared his nose as if he knew he was about to leave forever from him pen.
"I thought so dear horse. No creature should be penned up and I never will put you behind gates unless I'm there too and then we shall shatter are way out." She spoke softly to the horse. "I thought elves were not keen at penning creatures up." She spoke to Legolas who was placing a blanket over the horses back.
"I am not in charge of the stable but yes, if I had my way dear horses such as Courreurlune would not sleep behind walls and be encased in a barn." He said glancing towards Rory. "There he's ready. I'm sorry we can't spare a saddle but you look like a girl who can handle a horse with out a saddle."
"I'm no girl but yes, I have ridden many times with out saddle. I think I shall go now. Thanks for the elf bread and clothes. I shan't forget it Green Leaf." She mounted the horse with her quiver on her back and her pack stuffed with elf bread and four skins of water on her side. A sword hung at her side and her hair was pulled pack in a loose braid.
"Pouvoir la Dame des Etoiles vous dirige. May the Lady of the Stars guide you my lady Rory, Trilla." He nodded his head in a bow, turned on his heal and strided out of the stable casting one last glance at the woman/girl on the god of horses who was already out the main doors and streaking towards the forest.
A/N I know you like Shadowfax is the god of the horses but stick with me! Shadowfax needed a daddy didn't he? Give me a break and keep reading Mmmkay?
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Rory laid by the riverbank slowly gnawing at elf bread counting the stars in the heavens. She had been in the forest for a week and she should have left but something seemed to be keeping her from riding on to Gondor. A bow for one thing and just sheer stupidity for another. She had spotted elves on a hunting party today, Brillôas, among them and she might have her chance later tonight. Courreurlune had as he had done every night since they had left Mirkwood, run and would return in the morning. She rolled over on her side listening to carefully. She heard many things but she was listening for a group of beings walking quickly and making no noise to the untrained ear. Very faintly heard that sound. Either they were very far away or they were being very quiet. She guessed a little of both. She got to her feet and disappeared into the forest following the faint sound that she had heard.
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There, high in the trees ahead of her she saw a glint of elf broach. She climbed a nearby tree and started to slither quickly form branch to branch. The nearer she got to the elves the higher her euphoria rose and she could hardly contain herself. She was doing what she loved and was born to do. Thievery, ever since she had stolen the small dagger from Old man Cletus in her village, she had mastered the art better then any of the family she had left behind could have imagined.
She carefully lowered herself to a branch on the same tree that Brillôas slept silently on. Arrogant as he might be, he was still an elf and she needed to be as quick as a phantom and as silent as snowfall. His bow lay on his lap with only one hand loosely hanging on to the string. Unexpectedly a breeze ruffled through the trees and nearby a twig snapped. Rory's gray eyes penetrated the darkness the best she could. She saw only trees. Lifting her head, she smelt the last puff of breeze. One breath of air held the stories of a thousand summers winters and loves lost or gained or battles fought but she was sniffing for Orcs. 'If those damn ugly beast's have found me after two weeks in the wood's it'd be a blue eyes miracle.' She smelt nothing but trees and rabbits, she crept forward on the branch were the sleeping elf, her fingers grasped the bow. She inaudibly pulled the bow from the sleeping elf and just like that, she had it. She lowered herself from the trees and like a ghost slipped away into the wood like a kid going home from a toyshop and she had her toy now. All was good.
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He had followed and watched the girl since she had left the riverbank and headed north towards the band of elves who stupidly slept in the trees without a watch. She was quick and catlike, moving through the foliage without a sound. He thought he had lost her once too even, but when he looked in the trees, he saw the woman child slinking towards the sleeping elf noiselessly. She had lowered herself on the branch of the sleeping Brillôas, when he first realized who the girl was. Trilla? Or Rory? Or whatever her name was? He couldn't believe what he saw! He had given that girl food, clothes, and the god of horses and here she was a week later having a second go at stealing an Elvin bow. He laughed inwardly at her determination. He had told his father that he felt that this human wanted a bow beyond all things and she would get one if she could.
He remembered watching her as she slept that night in the windowsill from the garden below her window and later that night how he had slipped into her room this time the crook but not to steal but to understand. As he thought about this he, unexpectly stepped on a branch. He stopped not moving a muscle expect his eyes. She was peering as hard as she could into the darkness and then sniffing the air, trying to smell the perpetrator. After a long while she lowed her head and set back to work approaching his sleeping brother once more hungry eyes never leaving the face of the elf. (A/N you better know who this is now) Rory had lowered herself to the ground and speed towards the thicker trees at a mute run. He followed her for had seen Orcs in these woods of late and he knew with some strange certainty that she would need help before the beams of light would grace the forest floor. Dawn was still hours away and danger loomed behind every tree.
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A/N: How is it? Any suggestions should go in the suggestion box mmkay?
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Rory was bursting with bliss. She had finally gotten a bow and she could finally leave these vile woods and bogs and set on her way to Gondor. 'I had better leave right away. The elves might be up soon and smell human then they could trail me and discover me sleeping with Brillôas' bow and then Prince brat would have me thrown in Elfish jail for taking his bow. This is the second time that his hunting party has not even brought in a conies.' She thought. It was only when she whistled for Courreurlune when she noticed that many trees in this area had been pushed out of the way it seemed. They broken wood splints were white and fresh. As uncomforting as this was, she remained calm and didn't falter in her step. She had a bow now and a quiver full of poisoned arrows. Even a band of Orc scouts she could handle.
With out warning bushes to her left rustled. Her eyes darted not wanting to make whom ever was in the bushes aware that she knew of their presence. Orcs were not the smartest thing born on middle earth and they very well believed sometimes if there prey could not see them, they could not see it. (A/N Yes I did say that right) She spotted the slimy red skin of an orc. 'Oh all that is sweet and good was it really worth Orc's time to send scouts out after her? Didn't they have better things to do then to follow a common thief? She had nothing they wanted unless they wanted some skins of water and a little bread that she would be glad to share. Nasty stuff it is.' The bushes to her left rustled as well. More orcs. Damn them.' Without making it known her eyes darted to the left and then to the right. 'Oh bless there slimy hearts there trying to use sign language. However, that slow one isn't getting it. Well at least I know there capable of trying to use tactics.' She counted four orcs to her left and three to her right. She could handle them as long as they stayed true to fighting strategies. Two at a time and when there down the next two would attack. 'Stupid blundering fools. If all seven of them would attack at once she would be dead instantly but nope there was no teaching an old dog new tricks.'
Rory moved backwards, tensing her muscles for a scuffle. Fingers rigid on the bow, ready to pull and aim. She smelt a good fight. Just what she wanted. Within seconds the first two attacked her from the sides, wielding their heavy swords, swinging death blows to her head. Rory quickly shot one down with her arrow. He fell screaming. Ahh yes the dwarf berry poison was fresh and potent. He fell twitching. His skin fizzing and dissolving. The second she blocked with a sword, pivoting and bringing herself around to meet him. Stepping back and re-gripping her sword, her eyes flashed with malious. Raising her sword to take off the head of the Orc, she was stunned momentarily by the stagger and fall of the Orc, arrow in his back. 'Where did that come from?'
Her question was answered when out of the trees jumped an elf blonde hair flashing in the moonlight and bow taunted. The remaining orcs charged out of the bushes bellowing their terrible threats and wielding flashing blades thirsting for blood. Two were shot down with the mystery elf's bow and the third with hers. She noticed how much pain her arrows were causing and grimaced with a brief flash of guilt but it quickly passed. They had attacked first. The remaining two were taken not so easily. Her bow was knock from her hand and she we left to draw her sword. The two orcs were too close and moving to fast for even an elf to dare shoot at. He jumped into the sword battle too, stabbing the larger orc through the upper chest. The orc did not fall until Rory took its head off. The second and last orc yelled and attacked the elf and woman child. His blade swinging everywhere and Rory struggled to find and opening to gore her blood stained sword into the orc. The elf partner-in-orc-slayer hacked into the orcs back but still it never slowed down. Stepping aside from a blow that could have knocked her down she rolled low on the ground to her fallen bow. Quick as lighting her and the elf shot the orc through the orc's heart on both side. He staggered and fell, dead and silent. For the first time she looked at her elf helper. It was Green Leaf! He looked calm, but strange in the moonlight, he was fiddling with his bow.
"Thank you Green Leaf. I didn't think that I'd every see you again. At least not here deep in the forests." Her eyes suddenly went down cast. Her horse at that moment trotted into the small clearing making her again feel that sting of guilt fore he had given this fine horse to her, clothes, food and his trust. Now she had really screwed it up, standing here with a stolen bow. "I ahh understand Green Leaf if you have to take me back to Mirkwood and make me stand before you father."
"Yes I will have to. Are you alright my lady? You have an cut to your thigh." She looked down and indeed, she did have a cut on her leg now that she saw it she felt it. "So I have. Damn and blast! How am I to ride with a hurt leg?" Rory started to blot the blood that dribbled out with some leaves near by.
"Can you walk young one?" He moved towards her. Looking concerned for the first time.
"Well despite that the blade cut to my bone and I'll lose half of my blood in about 10 more minutes and I'm in incredible pain and about to pass out I'm peachy really. Just show the way and I'll follow like a faithful pup" Rory sneered as she leaned on the tree really feeling queasy. She was sweating but chilled and Green Leaf was going blurry.
"My lady.. " Green leaf drifted off into silence as Rory left the conscious world behind and drifted to a land and dream unknown to her. She saw many things, a journey, a ship, green plains and mountains high, but most of all she saw Green Leaf along side her silent and sure as a shadow but always there. Then the white came. Pure and immaculate white and then she knew nothing.
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Ok give me a break. Its not that bad. I know that some of the fighting sucked but trust me I tried.R & R please!
A/N: did you like the last chapter? This story is not going to be fluff. unless I get lazy which is quite possible if you look at my other stories but it seems after a couple of chapters of fluff I usually go back to action so just sit tight.
Author: Under the Moon's Influence or my Elfish name Brillómwen
Summary: A young thief woman is caught red-handed stealing from a band of Elves in Mirkwood. She is taken to stand in front of the Royal Family and is sentenced to go on a quest with the prince of Mirkwood to retrieve and ancient bow from an island way out to sea near the Undying lands. On the way, she is thrown into a greater and more dangerous quest where she must trust the Elf prince who accompanies her and he must trust her. This is their voyage and their quest. can it be done?
Rating: PG: 13 ½ cause Rory (full name is Roralenda) has a bad habit of swearing and talking about very gross things and there is fighting and maybe a tinge.ok a lot of romance but I won't do any smutty stuff.
" " ~ Dialogue as usual
' ' ~ Rory's thoughts
* * ~ Freaky unexplainable voices in the authors head.
Chapter Title: Flowering Dogwood
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When the pale orange sun rose over the eastern mountains, found their way to Rory's ruddy face, and finally warmed her it was already late in the morning. A bird swept down close to her face brushing it's wings over forehead startling Rory out of a peaceful sleep and causing her to jolt away and out of the window seat onto the marble washed floors. She groaned as she pushed herself up and rubbed her neck. That jolt had sent all of her arrows flying across the room and the bag of Dwarf cherries rolling everywhere. " Just what I need." She croaked. "Damn that bird and all its kin and if ever I have the chance I'll stew the damn thing in a pot." On cue the bird twittered up to the window, looked at Rory strangely and started singing a song strangely familiar to elf singing but it made no difference Rory thought as she eased slowly to her feet fingers clutching a small knife bedecked with jewels and a sharp blade.
"Come here pretty bird. Rory wants to have a closer look at you. Yes that's it hop closer to Rory. She likes birds that sing crack of dawn music and wakes Rory. Just a little closer." With that Rory swung her blade, quick as lightning straight down to the birds back but a mere inch from the birds back a hand quicker then her caught her. She spun around to glare at the person who stopped her and faltered right into his chest. Strong arms caught her shoulders and pushed her back. She looked up and meet the eyes of an elf that resembled Brillôas in many ways except he had dark blue eyes, a strong chin and a stern yet mellow look across his face.
"What did you do that for? That damn bird could have had me fall on my poison arrows and die a hideous death with my entrails laying about the room." She was never a morning person and her every inch of her was annoyed with the bird and this elf that remained silent, boring his eyes, that seemed to hide a secret into hers. 'Well speak good elf or leave me so I may kill that ill-fated bird with blade." She said glancing towards the bird that had settled himself on the elf's shoulder, started singing and was hopping around.
"Her name is Sarafan and has nest deep in the forest." The elf finally spoke, never taking his eyes off hers. She was starting to fell uncomfortable and diverted her away from his towards the bird that twittered again, flapping her wings and raising a few inches off the Elf's shoulder singing proudly.
"What does that have to do with it? Its mid season and the newly born birds can take care of themselves. This bird Sarafat whatever her name is will not wake me up and get away with it." She snatched for the bird again. This time the bird was the quick one, it fluttered up and settled on the quiver the elf wore on his back.
"Your name is Rory. I was told Trilla." The bird peered around his blonde hair and twittered once. A growl escaped Rory's throat.
"I have many names. Rory and Trilla are only two them. What is your name good elf? He-who-saves-birds? " She sneered as she bent down and started to gather her strewn arrows. He crouched down as well, gathering a few scattered arrows and handing them to Rory.
"In common tongue people sometimes call me Green Leaf but here at home and among friends I am known as Legolas in native tongue. My brother is Brillôas and you're the human you tried to kill him. Am I right?" She met his eyes again when she looked up.
"How many humans do you have here in Mirkwood and I wasn't trying to kill him. Only rob him. And ahh what are you doing in my room anyway?" She looked at the closed door. Had he been in here while she was sleeping?
"I was asked by my father the king to rouse you awake and see you to breakfast and secure you with food and a horse." He deposited the last gleaming arrow of hers into its quiver and stood up, surprisingly tall and graceful. He handed her the quiver, their hands brushed and Rory's subconscious noted the velvety, warm skin of his hand.
"Yes ahh thank you, Green Leaf. Sorry about trying to kill your little buddy." She said as the bird flew off Legolas' shoulder and soared out the window.
"Come I will get you something good to eat and pack you some elves bread. Then we can go the stable and you may choose any horse you want. Even the Royal horses. Any human or being that owns such fine arrows deserves a fine horse." The small smile that had played on his lips since he first made himself know widened. His hand guided the small of her back out of the room leading her towards breakfast.
A/N How do you like that?? Pre-Romance a little don't you think? Ahh well on we go.
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"That one!" Rory pointed towards a medium built stallion. He was the same color as her eyes and looked strong and smart. She felt like a kid in a candy shop gapping at all the delicate sweets and goodies behind the glass but today she had a penny. She had a penny and she was going to spend it wisely. The elves to her surprise owned hundreds of horses of al shapes and sizes. They had Great War horses that were strong and proud but she needed speed and these great ogres were slow and ungraceful. They had smaller horses that could run like the wind over wind, water but she still need some strength for scuffles she might run into, and these horses were usually high-strung and not as faithful. It was then she saw this horse. He was munching on oats and not paying attention to the elf and the young women observing the horses. He looked strong enough to carry heavier loads and quick enough to glide across the plains of Rohan unnoticed.
"What his name?" Rory turned towards Legolas who was mumbling to himself in Elvish.
"Le choix Etrange pour un humain. Cela est un dieu de chevaux et moi n'a pas pensé qu'un humain pourrait l'endroit il. Mais elle semble remarquable. L'elle permettre d'a Legolas. L'elle permettre d'a. What? Did you ask me something good lady?" she had caught him off guard. (A/N don't mock my Elvish.. It's French and I'm not that good at it)
"What is this one's name Price Elf?" She asked again
"Courreurlune. Very good choice my lady. Moon Runner in common." He said approaching her.
"He is the one then. I'll take this one and I promise to take care of Courreurlune. Would you like to come with me dear horse? On an adventure to Rohan and Gondor?" The horse neighed and flared his nose as if he knew he was about to leave forever from him pen.
"I thought so dear horse. No creature should be penned up and I never will put you behind gates unless I'm there too and then we shall shatter are way out." She spoke softly to the horse. "I thought elves were not keen at penning creatures up." She spoke to Legolas who was placing a blanket over the horses back.
"I am not in charge of the stable but yes, if I had my way dear horses such as Courreurlune would not sleep behind walls and be encased in a barn." He said glancing towards Rory. "There he's ready. I'm sorry we can't spare a saddle but you look like a girl who can handle a horse with out a saddle."
"I'm no girl but yes, I have ridden many times with out saddle. I think I shall go now. Thanks for the elf bread and clothes. I shan't forget it Green Leaf." She mounted the horse with her quiver on her back and her pack stuffed with elf bread and four skins of water on her side. A sword hung at her side and her hair was pulled pack in a loose braid.
"Pouvoir la Dame des Etoiles vous dirige. May the Lady of the Stars guide you my lady Rory, Trilla." He nodded his head in a bow, turned on his heal and strided out of the stable casting one last glance at the woman/girl on the god of horses who was already out the main doors and streaking towards the forest.
A/N I know you like Shadowfax is the god of the horses but stick with me! Shadowfax needed a daddy didn't he? Give me a break and keep reading Mmmkay?
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Rory laid by the riverbank slowly gnawing at elf bread counting the stars in the heavens. She had been in the forest for a week and she should have left but something seemed to be keeping her from riding on to Gondor. A bow for one thing and just sheer stupidity for another. She had spotted elves on a hunting party today, Brillôas, among them and she might have her chance later tonight. Courreurlune had as he had done every night since they had left Mirkwood, run and would return in the morning. She rolled over on her side listening to carefully. She heard many things but she was listening for a group of beings walking quickly and making no noise to the untrained ear. Very faintly heard that sound. Either they were very far away or they were being very quiet. She guessed a little of both. She got to her feet and disappeared into the forest following the faint sound that she had heard.
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There, high in the trees ahead of her she saw a glint of elf broach. She climbed a nearby tree and started to slither quickly form branch to branch. The nearer she got to the elves the higher her euphoria rose and she could hardly contain herself. She was doing what she loved and was born to do. Thievery, ever since she had stolen the small dagger from Old man Cletus in her village, she had mastered the art better then any of the family she had left behind could have imagined.
She carefully lowered herself to a branch on the same tree that Brillôas slept silently on. Arrogant as he might be, he was still an elf and she needed to be as quick as a phantom and as silent as snowfall. His bow lay on his lap with only one hand loosely hanging on to the string. Unexpectedly a breeze ruffled through the trees and nearby a twig snapped. Rory's gray eyes penetrated the darkness the best she could. She saw only trees. Lifting her head, she smelt the last puff of breeze. One breath of air held the stories of a thousand summers winters and loves lost or gained or battles fought but she was sniffing for Orcs. 'If those damn ugly beast's have found me after two weeks in the wood's it'd be a blue eyes miracle.' She smelt nothing but trees and rabbits, she crept forward on the branch were the sleeping elf, her fingers grasped the bow. She inaudibly pulled the bow from the sleeping elf and just like that, she had it. She lowered herself from the trees and like a ghost slipped away into the wood like a kid going home from a toyshop and she had her toy now. All was good.
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He had followed and watched the girl since she had left the riverbank and headed north towards the band of elves who stupidly slept in the trees without a watch. She was quick and catlike, moving through the foliage without a sound. He thought he had lost her once too even, but when he looked in the trees, he saw the woman child slinking towards the sleeping elf noiselessly. She had lowered herself on the branch of the sleeping Brillôas, when he first realized who the girl was. Trilla? Or Rory? Or whatever her name was? He couldn't believe what he saw! He had given that girl food, clothes, and the god of horses and here she was a week later having a second go at stealing an Elvin bow. He laughed inwardly at her determination. He had told his father that he felt that this human wanted a bow beyond all things and she would get one if she could.
He remembered watching her as she slept that night in the windowsill from the garden below her window and later that night how he had slipped into her room this time the crook but not to steal but to understand. As he thought about this he, unexpectly stepped on a branch. He stopped not moving a muscle expect his eyes. She was peering as hard as she could into the darkness and then sniffing the air, trying to smell the perpetrator. After a long while she lowed her head and set back to work approaching his sleeping brother once more hungry eyes never leaving the face of the elf. (A/N you better know who this is now) Rory had lowered herself to the ground and speed towards the thicker trees at a mute run. He followed her for had seen Orcs in these woods of late and he knew with some strange certainty that she would need help before the beams of light would grace the forest floor. Dawn was still hours away and danger loomed behind every tree.
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A/N: How is it? Any suggestions should go in the suggestion box mmkay?
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Rory was bursting with bliss. She had finally gotten a bow and she could finally leave these vile woods and bogs and set on her way to Gondor. 'I had better leave right away. The elves might be up soon and smell human then they could trail me and discover me sleeping with Brillôas' bow and then Prince brat would have me thrown in Elfish jail for taking his bow. This is the second time that his hunting party has not even brought in a conies.' She thought. It was only when she whistled for Courreurlune when she noticed that many trees in this area had been pushed out of the way it seemed. They broken wood splints were white and fresh. As uncomforting as this was, she remained calm and didn't falter in her step. She had a bow now and a quiver full of poisoned arrows. Even a band of Orc scouts she could handle.
With out warning bushes to her left rustled. Her eyes darted not wanting to make whom ever was in the bushes aware that she knew of their presence. Orcs were not the smartest thing born on middle earth and they very well believed sometimes if there prey could not see them, they could not see it. (A/N Yes I did say that right) She spotted the slimy red skin of an orc. 'Oh all that is sweet and good was it really worth Orc's time to send scouts out after her? Didn't they have better things to do then to follow a common thief? She had nothing they wanted unless they wanted some skins of water and a little bread that she would be glad to share. Nasty stuff it is.' The bushes to her left rustled as well. More orcs. Damn them.' Without making it known her eyes darted to the left and then to the right. 'Oh bless there slimy hearts there trying to use sign language. However, that slow one isn't getting it. Well at least I know there capable of trying to use tactics.' She counted four orcs to her left and three to her right. She could handle them as long as they stayed true to fighting strategies. Two at a time and when there down the next two would attack. 'Stupid blundering fools. If all seven of them would attack at once she would be dead instantly but nope there was no teaching an old dog new tricks.'
Rory moved backwards, tensing her muscles for a scuffle. Fingers rigid on the bow, ready to pull and aim. She smelt a good fight. Just what she wanted. Within seconds the first two attacked her from the sides, wielding their heavy swords, swinging death blows to her head. Rory quickly shot one down with her arrow. He fell screaming. Ahh yes the dwarf berry poison was fresh and potent. He fell twitching. His skin fizzing and dissolving. The second she blocked with a sword, pivoting and bringing herself around to meet him. Stepping back and re-gripping her sword, her eyes flashed with malious. Raising her sword to take off the head of the Orc, she was stunned momentarily by the stagger and fall of the Orc, arrow in his back. 'Where did that come from?'
Her question was answered when out of the trees jumped an elf blonde hair flashing in the moonlight and bow taunted. The remaining orcs charged out of the bushes bellowing their terrible threats and wielding flashing blades thirsting for blood. Two were shot down with the mystery elf's bow and the third with hers. She noticed how much pain her arrows were causing and grimaced with a brief flash of guilt but it quickly passed. They had attacked first. The remaining two were taken not so easily. Her bow was knock from her hand and she we left to draw her sword. The two orcs were too close and moving to fast for even an elf to dare shoot at. He jumped into the sword battle too, stabbing the larger orc through the upper chest. The orc did not fall until Rory took its head off. The second and last orc yelled and attacked the elf and woman child. His blade swinging everywhere and Rory struggled to find and opening to gore her blood stained sword into the orc. The elf partner-in-orc-slayer hacked into the orcs back but still it never slowed down. Stepping aside from a blow that could have knocked her down she rolled low on the ground to her fallen bow. Quick as lighting her and the elf shot the orc through the orc's heart on both side. He staggered and fell, dead and silent. For the first time she looked at her elf helper. It was Green Leaf! He looked calm, but strange in the moonlight, he was fiddling with his bow.
"Thank you Green Leaf. I didn't think that I'd every see you again. At least not here deep in the forests." Her eyes suddenly went down cast. Her horse at that moment trotted into the small clearing making her again feel that sting of guilt fore he had given this fine horse to her, clothes, food and his trust. Now she had really screwed it up, standing here with a stolen bow. "I ahh understand Green Leaf if you have to take me back to Mirkwood and make me stand before you father."
"Yes I will have to. Are you alright my lady? You have an cut to your thigh." She looked down and indeed, she did have a cut on her leg now that she saw it she felt it. "So I have. Damn and blast! How am I to ride with a hurt leg?" Rory started to blot the blood that dribbled out with some leaves near by.
"Can you walk young one?" He moved towards her. Looking concerned for the first time.
"Well despite that the blade cut to my bone and I'll lose half of my blood in about 10 more minutes and I'm in incredible pain and about to pass out I'm peachy really. Just show the way and I'll follow like a faithful pup" Rory sneered as she leaned on the tree really feeling queasy. She was sweating but chilled and Green Leaf was going blurry.
"My lady.. " Green leaf drifted off into silence as Rory left the conscious world behind and drifted to a land and dream unknown to her. She saw many things, a journey, a ship, green plains and mountains high, but most of all she saw Green Leaf along side her silent and sure as a shadow but always there. Then the white came. Pure and immaculate white and then she knew nothing.
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Ok give me a break. Its not that bad. I know that some of the fighting sucked but trust me I tried.R & R please!