Disclaimer: Yeah Yeah I don't own a thing except this snazzy little rubber
band. oh damn it snapped. Rory's mine and I'd like to believe that Legolas
is mine as well but I guess not. :'(and oh, I'm learning how to use the
Ring so watch out. Now where are the instructions?
A/N well I got a whooping 1 review so far. I would love some more. Please???
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: Cypress (yes I do have a thing with trees)
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When Rory's gray eyes first fluttered opened her first thought was 'I've died and gone to the Undying lands. Its all white and I feel better then I ever had in my life. Look those people over their look like elves. Yes, I've gone to heaven. I guess they've mixed me up cause I'm not good enough to enter the gates.' Rory moved her legs slightly and then felt the pain shoot up through her body and veins and make her grimace. ' Ok this isn't heaven, but where am I?' Could it be possible that I'm still at home in Gondor and I've never left to become a thief? Then all my adventures were only dreams. But no, look there, on my wrist a scar where I was I was slashed with a Orc blade.'
"Oh my dear human, you've awakened from a long slumber. How feel you?" A tall fair elf lady peered over the bed where Rory lay and concern sketched in her eyes.
Rory couldn't find the words at first. She fleetingly had forgotten the language and the elf's words jumbled in her head making no sense. Rory wrinkled her brow in confusion and looked intently at the elf. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"Don't worry dear child. You lost a great deal blood three weeks ago and suffered poisoning from an orc blade. You have had a tough bout to say the least." The elf placed her silky hand on Rory's forehead. "Legolas should be back soon. I dare say he rarely left your side in these three weeks. He is very concerned of your quality of care and did many things himself."
Rory watched the elf lady retreat and exit out of the bright room. For the first time Rory understood where she was, in Mirkwood. Looking around the room, she saw that she was in the same room by the north garden and the Dwarf berries in the window and changed into a deep purple berry now edible by birds and humans. To her left on a chair her clothes were neatly folded with her sword and blades lain on top and leaning against the chair were a bow. Not the same as the one she had stolen but better. Slightly smaller and with intrical leaf patterns twining the body. Her arrows were in a new quiver, Elfish leather and delicate but sturdy.
She moved her hand to the bow. It seemed to shiver at her touch, gleaming in the late afternoon sun.
"Beautiful." Words came back to her and she managed a smile.
"Yes isn't it? I had it made particularly for you. Your smaller then my brother and his bow isn't the finest that the Wood Elves have to offer." Rory snapped her head to see the speaker but she suddenly became dizzy and lightheaded.
"No sudden movements Trilla. Breathe, you've suffered terrible poisoning." The voice was soothing and soft but still powerful. After a minute or so Rory was able to focus enough to see straight, indeed it was Green Leaf dressed in a fine light blue silk with its sleeves pulled up. He was wetting a cloth in a basin of sparkling water, looking at her. His hair was, as ever, pulled in the back with a braid. She looked at him strangely, her voice had left again.
Legolas then tenderly dampened her brow, it was cool and it felt heavenly. She must have shown it too because he chuckled softly as he looked down at her.
"Like that my lady? It was the only thing that kept you from rolling around all night in agony. " He whispered as he ran the clothes down to her hot neck.
She moved her eyes towards the bow and back to his eyes. She wanted to know what was going to happen to her. She caught his eye, flickered to the bow and back to his and then out the window. It was the best she could do.
"Are you afraid of my fathers fury towards are second time thief?" he supposed 'Damn he's good.' She thought. She opened her eyes wide, she couldn't nod if she wanted to remain conscious.
"Well, I won't deny that he is irritated but he will forgive you. I managed to convince his that you stole merely to protect yourself from the orcs that were stalking you in the forest. There, how you feel?"
"Fine." She managed words this time but her head pounded as if she had been yelling for a long time.
"Sleep young one. I will wake you morn. Sleep." And with that said he started singing in beautiful voice unlike she had ever heard. She relaxed so much that only slits of her eyes betrayed her to be awake. After a time Green Leafs singing faded into her dreams and she was lost in the white once more.
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Rory woke the next morning with the sun and felt better then the previous day. Still not hundred percent but better, she could sit up in her bed. With a slight groan she scooted back gingerly careful of her damaged leg. There was a mirror on the opposite wall, large and oval with Elf letters and words bordering the edge. She was pale and her gray eyes shone almost too brightly in the mirror. Her black hair hung loose about her shoulders in sickly looking snarls where waves use to be. Rory found that she was wearing a robe of silk. At least it felt like silk but she thought more of water and waves then worms when she touched the mint green fabric. 'Who undressed and dressed me? Green Leaf?' passed through her mind.
Rory swung her uninjured leg over the side of the bed and slowly with her hands guided her damaged leg next to the first. She got up on one leg and then slowly and tentatively tested the other. She was in tears and sweating by the time she got to the chair by the window. It had a high back and looked stately and appropriate in a throne room but still looked comfortable and undeniably, it was. Rory gladly sat down when she got there and rubbed her hurt leg. Looking out the window, she saw the magnificent garden with many blooming flora. There was a marbled path that lead through the gardens hidden areas and she was just imaging how fragrant the plants would be if she were closer when she spotted Legolas walking swiftly towards the house she was in. Corrurlune was trotting behind him streaking gray through the foliage. Leaning back from the window, she considered Green Leaf for a moment. He was rather pleasant and kind towards her. He had given her, her beloved horse and food, saved her life most likely and now her own bow.
Within minutes of spotting Green Leaf, she heard the click of the door and him stepping in. Turing around she saw that with him he had brought a bouquet of deep blue flowers that reminded her of the lilies that grew wild in the fields in Rohan, and a smile.
"I saw you gazing out the window and I thought you might like these flowers in your room to brighten it up. The Ancients call them Brusfelsias They have immense healing powers for the ones with broken souls and injured spirits and are only fragrant at night." Green Leaf placed them carefully vase on the table next to her chair.
"Thank you Gre" she was cut off.
"Legolas please my lady." His eyes were gentle
"Ok Legolas, Thank you for everything. The bow, the care and for saving me from woods. I ahh am eternally in your debt." Rory admitted reluctantly.
Legolas said nothing in reply but stepped over to the ivory colored dresser and opened it. Inside it held about twenty elf gowns all in different styles and colors but all were unmistakable Elfish. On shelves next to the dresses were slippers of gold and green. He glanced back at Rory who was staring at him and then back to the dresser. He pulled out a gown that was relatively simple compared to the others but still stunning. It was a pale orange and looked to be made of the same material of the nightgown she wore now, water like and lucid. It had a low neck and peasant sleeves that were tied at the elbow. Gold trimming snaked down the sleeves.
"My father requests that you join him for dinner tonight and shall wear thing. It is imperative that you act properly around the king for it will allocate your destiny." Legolas hung the dress by the window and placed a pair of fine slippers on the windowsill. They looked big enough for her big toe to fit comfortable but that was it.
"Ah, Legolas? I have bigger feet then that slipper and frankly enjoy circulation in my ankles. Do you have any shoes a bit bigger?" Yep there it was her old cynicism that was her trademark. She was back and feisty as all hell.
" Don't worry young one they will expand to fit your feet. Good day, I will send Rollpa in with breakfast and then would you join me for an afternoon stroll?" He didn't take her bait for an argument.
"I thought you were aware that my leg was almost taken off three weeks ago. Fine you can walk I'll crawl or drag my body or perha" Legolas cut her off for the second time but placing a hand on her leg. There was a slight glow from his hand and then she felt no pain.
"We couldn't do that while you were quiescent. You can walk now. Good Day, I will be back in two hours and put on your normal clothes. Your dinner wear must be spotless." He took her hand briefly, kissed it and was gone.
'Strange duck and charmer all the same. Where's my food?' she thought as she watched Legolas exit the room.
She sniffed the flowers he had given her and smiled. He was right they didn't have a scent that she could smell right now but they made her feel better all the same.
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A/N I know not as exciting but I need filler. Next chapter we get to see Rory at a Royal Elf dinner (not pretty. based off my experiences with fancy dinners.. not pretty at all) and we learn of her fate. I hope Rory isn't a Mary Sue.she definitely has down falls and she's not an elf princess but she's all alright
A/N well I got a whooping 1 review so far. I would love some more. Please???
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: Cypress (yes I do have a thing with trees)
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When Rory's gray eyes first fluttered opened her first thought was 'I've died and gone to the Undying lands. Its all white and I feel better then I ever had in my life. Look those people over their look like elves. Yes, I've gone to heaven. I guess they've mixed me up cause I'm not good enough to enter the gates.' Rory moved her legs slightly and then felt the pain shoot up through her body and veins and make her grimace. ' Ok this isn't heaven, but where am I?' Could it be possible that I'm still at home in Gondor and I've never left to become a thief? Then all my adventures were only dreams. But no, look there, on my wrist a scar where I was I was slashed with a Orc blade.'
"Oh my dear human, you've awakened from a long slumber. How feel you?" A tall fair elf lady peered over the bed where Rory lay and concern sketched in her eyes.
Rory couldn't find the words at first. She fleetingly had forgotten the language and the elf's words jumbled in her head making no sense. Rory wrinkled her brow in confusion and looked intently at the elf. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"Don't worry dear child. You lost a great deal blood three weeks ago and suffered poisoning from an orc blade. You have had a tough bout to say the least." The elf placed her silky hand on Rory's forehead. "Legolas should be back soon. I dare say he rarely left your side in these three weeks. He is very concerned of your quality of care and did many things himself."
Rory watched the elf lady retreat and exit out of the bright room. For the first time Rory understood where she was, in Mirkwood. Looking around the room, she saw that she was in the same room by the north garden and the Dwarf berries in the window and changed into a deep purple berry now edible by birds and humans. To her left on a chair her clothes were neatly folded with her sword and blades lain on top and leaning against the chair were a bow. Not the same as the one she had stolen but better. Slightly smaller and with intrical leaf patterns twining the body. Her arrows were in a new quiver, Elfish leather and delicate but sturdy.
She moved her hand to the bow. It seemed to shiver at her touch, gleaming in the late afternoon sun.
"Beautiful." Words came back to her and she managed a smile.
"Yes isn't it? I had it made particularly for you. Your smaller then my brother and his bow isn't the finest that the Wood Elves have to offer." Rory snapped her head to see the speaker but she suddenly became dizzy and lightheaded.
"No sudden movements Trilla. Breathe, you've suffered terrible poisoning." The voice was soothing and soft but still powerful. After a minute or so Rory was able to focus enough to see straight, indeed it was Green Leaf dressed in a fine light blue silk with its sleeves pulled up. He was wetting a cloth in a basin of sparkling water, looking at her. His hair was, as ever, pulled in the back with a braid. She looked at him strangely, her voice had left again.
Legolas then tenderly dampened her brow, it was cool and it felt heavenly. She must have shown it too because he chuckled softly as he looked down at her.
"Like that my lady? It was the only thing that kept you from rolling around all night in agony. " He whispered as he ran the clothes down to her hot neck.
She moved her eyes towards the bow and back to his eyes. She wanted to know what was going to happen to her. She caught his eye, flickered to the bow and back to his and then out the window. It was the best she could do.
"Are you afraid of my fathers fury towards are second time thief?" he supposed 'Damn he's good.' She thought. She opened her eyes wide, she couldn't nod if she wanted to remain conscious.
"Well, I won't deny that he is irritated but he will forgive you. I managed to convince his that you stole merely to protect yourself from the orcs that were stalking you in the forest. There, how you feel?"
"Fine." She managed words this time but her head pounded as if she had been yelling for a long time.
"Sleep young one. I will wake you morn. Sleep." And with that said he started singing in beautiful voice unlike she had ever heard. She relaxed so much that only slits of her eyes betrayed her to be awake. After a time Green Leafs singing faded into her dreams and she was lost in the white once more.
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Rory woke the next morning with the sun and felt better then the previous day. Still not hundred percent but better, she could sit up in her bed. With a slight groan she scooted back gingerly careful of her damaged leg. There was a mirror on the opposite wall, large and oval with Elf letters and words bordering the edge. She was pale and her gray eyes shone almost too brightly in the mirror. Her black hair hung loose about her shoulders in sickly looking snarls where waves use to be. Rory found that she was wearing a robe of silk. At least it felt like silk but she thought more of water and waves then worms when she touched the mint green fabric. 'Who undressed and dressed me? Green Leaf?' passed through her mind.
Rory swung her uninjured leg over the side of the bed and slowly with her hands guided her damaged leg next to the first. She got up on one leg and then slowly and tentatively tested the other. She was in tears and sweating by the time she got to the chair by the window. It had a high back and looked stately and appropriate in a throne room but still looked comfortable and undeniably, it was. Rory gladly sat down when she got there and rubbed her hurt leg. Looking out the window, she saw the magnificent garden with many blooming flora. There was a marbled path that lead through the gardens hidden areas and she was just imaging how fragrant the plants would be if she were closer when she spotted Legolas walking swiftly towards the house she was in. Corrurlune was trotting behind him streaking gray through the foliage. Leaning back from the window, she considered Green Leaf for a moment. He was rather pleasant and kind towards her. He had given her, her beloved horse and food, saved her life most likely and now her own bow.
Within minutes of spotting Green Leaf, she heard the click of the door and him stepping in. Turing around she saw that with him he had brought a bouquet of deep blue flowers that reminded her of the lilies that grew wild in the fields in Rohan, and a smile.
"I saw you gazing out the window and I thought you might like these flowers in your room to brighten it up. The Ancients call them Brusfelsias They have immense healing powers for the ones with broken souls and injured spirits and are only fragrant at night." Green Leaf placed them carefully vase on the table next to her chair.
"Thank you Gre" she was cut off.
"Legolas please my lady." His eyes were gentle
"Ok Legolas, Thank you for everything. The bow, the care and for saving me from woods. I ahh am eternally in your debt." Rory admitted reluctantly.
Legolas said nothing in reply but stepped over to the ivory colored dresser and opened it. Inside it held about twenty elf gowns all in different styles and colors but all were unmistakable Elfish. On shelves next to the dresses were slippers of gold and green. He glanced back at Rory who was staring at him and then back to the dresser. He pulled out a gown that was relatively simple compared to the others but still stunning. It was a pale orange and looked to be made of the same material of the nightgown she wore now, water like and lucid. It had a low neck and peasant sleeves that were tied at the elbow. Gold trimming snaked down the sleeves.
"My father requests that you join him for dinner tonight and shall wear thing. It is imperative that you act properly around the king for it will allocate your destiny." Legolas hung the dress by the window and placed a pair of fine slippers on the windowsill. They looked big enough for her big toe to fit comfortable but that was it.
"Ah, Legolas? I have bigger feet then that slipper and frankly enjoy circulation in my ankles. Do you have any shoes a bit bigger?" Yep there it was her old cynicism that was her trademark. She was back and feisty as all hell.
" Don't worry young one they will expand to fit your feet. Good day, I will send Rollpa in with breakfast and then would you join me for an afternoon stroll?" He didn't take her bait for an argument.
"I thought you were aware that my leg was almost taken off three weeks ago. Fine you can walk I'll crawl or drag my body or perha" Legolas cut her off for the second time but placing a hand on her leg. There was a slight glow from his hand and then she felt no pain.
"We couldn't do that while you were quiescent. You can walk now. Good Day, I will be back in two hours and put on your normal clothes. Your dinner wear must be spotless." He took her hand briefly, kissed it and was gone.
'Strange duck and charmer all the same. Where's my food?' she thought as she watched Legolas exit the room.
She sniffed the flowers he had given her and smiled. He was right they didn't have a scent that she could smell right now but they made her feel better all the same.
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A/N I know not as exciting but I need filler. Next chapter we get to see Rory at a Royal Elf dinner (not pretty. based off my experiences with fancy dinners.. not pretty at all) and we learn of her fate. I hope Rory isn't a Mary Sue.she definitely has down falls and she's not an elf princess but she's all alright