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Title: Gift of Eternity
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. And Oh yeah the author uses "damn" a whole damn lot.
" " ~ Dialogue as usual ' ' ~ Rory's thoughts * * ~ Freaky unexplainable voices in the authors head.
Chapter Title: Swamp Foresteria
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About 10 minutes after Green Leaf had left a meek knock came at the door and interrupted her thoughts. A small elf peeked around the door and looked in.
"My lady Trilla I was asked to bring you some food to eat. Do you like fruit and bread?" he was a shy young lad with big soulful eyed
'Blah! Fruitarians these damn elves are and their bread blah, I'd rather chew on a hunk of wood!' Rory thought when she saw the tray.
"No Rollpa, I LOVE fruit and this bread, well it's ah very nutritional and filling." She didn't have heart to tell the lad that she'd rather eat the table next to her. "Mmmm that bread looks really good. Give my compliments to the chief." She said this knowing very well that Rollpa was in fact the baker. Rory, just to please him some more picked up a piece of the bread and took a bite. With strategically placed "Mmms" and "Ohh this stuff is good" she saw the young elf's pointy ears turn red as he bashfully smile and look at his shoes.
" Oh and fruit! Is this fresh?" not waiting for an answer, she popped a grape looking thing into her mouth and squished it. It was bitter in her opinion and she momentarily gagged when she heard Rollpa tell her he found them in the forest near the river. "I think in common they're called Fire Cherries, dunno why, but aren't they delightful?"
'Move over boys, Rory needs to squat in these bushes for an hour or two. FIRE CHERRIES ARE NATURAL LAXITIVES.' The phrase popped up her in head as she ate the second and smiled at the elf.
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After every single cherry was gone and not a crumb of Rollpa's bread was left he bid Rory Good Day and left to make more bread for the evenings special dinner. She fleetingly thought of the line of Royal elves jumping around fighting for a bush to squat in the in the night. She chuckled and got up to dress in her good old clothes.
She wore simple, black, men trousers that were slightly to big for her now after her three weeks of poisoning but she still hiked then up, fastened a brown belt around her waist, and tied it securely. Her shirt wasn't that different from an Elfish tunic but it wasn't made out of fine material, just plain cotton. The shirt had been white when she had stolen it a year or so ago in an eastern town in Gondor but after many miles of walking and many nights of sleeping in the dirt it was a dark yellow and was frayed in many areas. It wasn't much but she loved it all the same. She pulled on her old peasant shoes and scowled. She had never been able to find a pair of boots that fit her. She had been forced to wear these sissy wood bottomed slippers (for that's is all they were) over hundreds of miles and in confrontations with orcs. Rory reached for her leather vest automatically and slipped it on. She was back and ready to go despite waves of weakness from time to time. She touched the new quiver that leaned against the chair. 'On or off? Well Roralenda, you're not going to shoot Green Leaf down in the garden. If it was his brother that would have been a different story.' she sniggered to herself. While leaving her new bow behind, she made up for it by wearing her daggers.
Sitting down in the chair by the window again to watch for Green Leaf, she started to hum an old tune aloud. It was the song that her mother, bless her soul, had sung to Rory as a child and it was beautiful. The words told of a prophecy made by one of the kings of old and about his future heirs. Something about 'queen fair as brook water touched the stone of a dryad' or something along those lines, she couldn't remember it had been 5 years since she had left home and her life. She sometimes missed the security of home and the loved ones she left behind but she had a life to live and being locked behind doors day and night for fear of roaming bands of wild men Rory never could live that life. She had snuck out of the small cottage where her, her six siblings and her mother had lived. That first month she had told herself so many excuses, 'Its one less mouth to feed for mother', of why not to feel bad but she did none the less. Her humming quieted and she wafted into silence and her thoughts.
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"Oh come on Green Leaf! Aren't you thousands of years old and you want an archery contest? Real mature. Typical male! Same in every race I take it." She was acting digested but she was smiling at the elf. He held his bow and was practically dancing when he saw an old shooting target and suggested a little contest.
"I like shooting." Was all he said. His eyes here large and almost as soulful as Rollpa's.
'Oh very well, I'll have to use your bow. You go first." Rory leaned up against a near by building and watched the elf remove his bow from his back and a polished brown arrow. Green Leaf aims and releases five times in a row hitting the mark with in centimeters or right on each time. 'Damn he's good. Bloody embarrassing it'll be for me, I haven't shot an arrow in three weeks and I'm week.'
Legolas was done quickly and handed her his bow. It was as large as his brothers but well used. The arch was smooth and well formed. She took the arrow that Green Leaf was handing her and carefully aimed. She pulled the arrow back and released: On target. 'Not bad Rory girl.' One after another, she shot the arrows and landed always on the target. She amazed herself and shook her head.
"If I was under pressure I would never be able to do that. It's a fluke trust me." She said as she handed Green Leaf back his bow. His brow was lifted and he was looking at her intently.
"I think you win young one. Well done, Trilla." He returned his bow to his back and beckoned her to follow.
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After an afternoon of walking mostly in silence, Rory returned to her small room where she was told by Green Leaf to get dressed. He said that he would return in an hour's time to accompany her to dinner. She was amused to see that four loaves of Rollpa's bread was neatly wrapped and placed on her bed. 'Well it's food and be happy it's not a barrel of fire cherries.'
Fifteen minutes later Rory was washed up and slipping into the elf dress. To her relief it made her look like a Lady of Rohan rather then an elf princess. She sat on the floor in front of the mirror and looked at herself. Yes, she wasn't still all back health wise but she didn't look bad. Legolas had chosen a nice dress that highlighted her skin and made it look a bronzy tan instead of pale. Her hair was another thing. It never wanted to lay flat and the waves it had were unnatural and odd. She used the ivory comb that she found on top of the dresser to comb through it. It didn't matter, her hair was damaged by too much sun and rough conditions she had lived in for 5 years. It was then when a glint underneath the dresser caught her eye. She crawled over to the dresser and fished under it to get the glittery object. The moonlight made it glitter and it flashed in her eyes. It was very old she could tell and who knew how long it had been lost. Still it didn't seem that remarkable that it would be bad if she wore it tonight. She returned to the mirror and pulled her hair up into a somewhat elegant twist. She left a few strands down because if she reached for them the whole thing would fall apart. She secured her hair with the clip, lowered her hand and stepped back to look at herself.
"I'll pass I guess. Nothing wonderful but better then trousers." She was shocked yet again when she saw Green Leaf standing behind her. He wore robes of white and gold. His hair was let down and was put in place but a crown of gold. His skin was pale and looked like the ivory comb she had used.
"Are you coming?" (A/N bet you weren't expecting that! Ha!) His voice was stately and rigid. He was aloof as always.
"Do I look acceptable?" she did a little turn in front of him and a small curtsy.
"Yes. Now come we mustn't be late young one." He opened the door and let her pass.
A/N To all readers there will be no romance for a couple chappies! I firmly believe they should have a few adventures before they start kissing and all that good shit. There will still be cute scenes though.
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Rory's breath was taken when she saw all the elves gathered at the high table. Two seats were still open and she suddenly became timid. Legolas, probably sensing her nervousness took her hand and led her to the table. The king, queen and the older prince were the only ones she knew. She spotted Rollpa in the corner standing in attention but watching her with big eyes. She gave him a small smile and a wink as she passed. He turned deep red and looked away.
"Trilla! How good to see you up. I dare say in that dress you could pass as an elf." Brillôas smiled and gestured for her and Green Leaf to sit. ' Was that a complement? Bloody hell that ass is arrogant! My mother was just a pretty as any of these women and my mother was beautiful.' The only thing she did was nod and sit in the chair Legolas had pulled out for her.
She noticed that she was the only one in the hall that wore a color other then white and gold. It was as if she was the fire and the elves were the light given off. The food arrived and the talking began. Low and strange for it was mostly in Elfish. She didn't bother looking left out. She was glad she didn't understand what the elves were saying especially when they cast glances towards her. She sat and ate in silence and was happy at least when she noted that she was the only one that received a piece of Rollpa's bread. Even if it tasted horrible, at least one elf was friendly enough to treat her as an equal.
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After many courses of the richest food that middle earth could provide music started. It was lively and merry and made her feel warm inside like she had just drank a warm tankard of ale. The elves two by two left there tables and started to dance ballet like. They seemed to have practice this dance a thousand times and they moved easily and skillfully about the floor. She was amused when a young elf woman approached Legolas and asked him to dance obviously because he nodded, stood up and joined the dancing. She watched them with a grin. The girl, obviously trying to impress the price, danced energetically never missing a beat. Green leaf as always remained distant and danced the stepped with no facial expressions. After the song, was over he kissed the girl's hand and departed from her. 'Charmer, definitely a charmer. He doesn't even have to try.'
He returned to the table and took her hand.
"Come dance. It'll be good exercise for your week leg." He commanded instead of asking.
"Me? Dance? I don't think so. Even with strong legs I waddle around and look like a wounded rabbit." The only dancing she had ever done was when wandering musicians happened to come by the village. She had been only a child and her dancing was more frolicking behind the cart then these graceful elf dancers.
He didn't take no for an answer. Taking her hand, her drew her out of her chair onto the edge of the dance floor. She stood there looking more like a village girl then a tough thief. She could run from Gondor to the Misty Mountain in a week but she couldn't dance.
"Watch my eyes and move with then." He looked intense. 'Oh those are great instructions.' She looked at him and surprisingly seconds later realized she was moving with them. Not as graceful as him but it was better then she thought it would be. The music stopped and she went back to her empty seat. Legolas sat next her. 'Oh boy he's silent for a change.' She laughed at this thought.
"Something funny Rory?" He looked concentrated on her now.
"Just me thinks." Me thinks. Her mother use to say that. It pained her for a moment but it quickly passed.
"I see." Raising an eyebrow, he turned back to watching the dancing.
Out of the corner of her eye, she studied the elf next to her. He was tall and slender as all elves go. His hair was as fair as spring wheat and his eyes as blue as the mist around the Misty Mountain. 'And as mysterious. I can't see any emotion in them for the most part. Even when we had the archery contest he didn't let much emotion out.' (A/N No this is not a beginning of a immature crush! She's just trying to figure him out) He was ever bit as royal as his crown dictated him to be but he looked so natural in the forest among the animals and plants.
As the last song ended, most of the elf's quietly exited without a word. The only ones left were the King and the Queen.
"My dear thank your for coming tonight. You surely looked radiant as Brillôas pointed out." The queen smiled in understanding towards Rory. "Now we must discuss more serious matters. I realize that you stole so you could defend yourself but you went against your word and we trusted you. For that we must chastise you. Dear, tell her what she must do to avoid trouble."
The king stepped forward and cleared his throat. "Trilla, young one, you have told us of your larceny and we are in need of one such as that to retrieve an object for the Island of Daramascalu. An ancient bow belonged to the first elves in the Undying Lands. Very powerful and dangerous this bow is for it fires not only arrows but also death in physical form. Our son, Legolas will guide you on this journey but you must do the actual stealing for if ever an elf steps onto the platform on which this bow sits they will die a horrible death. Legolas will tell you the details once you leave. We will give you two more days to heal but then you must go. All of Middle Earth may be in danger if that bow falls into the wrong hands."
" I take it, it's not easy then to get the bow if it's been there for thousands of years." She didn't like the sound of this. She had heard of this bow before actually in old wives tales she was told as a child. Things worse then orcs roamed that island and none have ever returned. Either these elves had lots of confidence in her or they really wanted her to die. They had nodded at her inquiry.
"Alright. I'll do it." This was a chance of a lifetime. She gave a nod to the queen and started towards the door. Legolas followed bidding his parent good night in his native tongue.
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Long after Green Leaf had left her at her bedroom door Rory lay awake thinking of the dangers that loomed ahead. She was in for a crusade and she would never turn back once she started. With a deep breath, she turned on her side and closed her eyes willing the whiteness to come again.
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Ok ok I know not that wonderful. Action starts soon! REVIEW PLEASE EVEN IF IT STINKS!!!
A/N Four reviews so far? Come on people just review! Well here we go!
Title: Gift of Eternity
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. And Oh yeah the author uses "damn" a whole damn lot.
" " ~ Dialogue as usual ' ' ~ Rory's thoughts * * ~ Freaky unexplainable voices in the authors head.
Chapter Title: Swamp Foresteria
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About 10 minutes after Green Leaf had left a meek knock came at the door and interrupted her thoughts. A small elf peeked around the door and looked in.
"My lady Trilla I was asked to bring you some food to eat. Do you like fruit and bread?" he was a shy young lad with big soulful eyed
'Blah! Fruitarians these damn elves are and their bread blah, I'd rather chew on a hunk of wood!' Rory thought when she saw the tray.
"No Rollpa, I LOVE fruit and this bread, well it's ah very nutritional and filling." She didn't have heart to tell the lad that she'd rather eat the table next to her. "Mmmm that bread looks really good. Give my compliments to the chief." She said this knowing very well that Rollpa was in fact the baker. Rory, just to please him some more picked up a piece of the bread and took a bite. With strategically placed "Mmms" and "Ohh this stuff is good" she saw the young elf's pointy ears turn red as he bashfully smile and look at his shoes.
" Oh and fruit! Is this fresh?" not waiting for an answer, she popped a grape looking thing into her mouth and squished it. It was bitter in her opinion and she momentarily gagged when she heard Rollpa tell her he found them in the forest near the river. "I think in common they're called Fire Cherries, dunno why, but aren't they delightful?"
'Move over boys, Rory needs to squat in these bushes for an hour or two. FIRE CHERRIES ARE NATURAL LAXITIVES.' The phrase popped up her in head as she ate the second and smiled at the elf.
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After every single cherry was gone and not a crumb of Rollpa's bread was left he bid Rory Good Day and left to make more bread for the evenings special dinner. She fleetingly thought of the line of Royal elves jumping around fighting for a bush to squat in the in the night. She chuckled and got up to dress in her good old clothes.
She wore simple, black, men trousers that were slightly to big for her now after her three weeks of poisoning but she still hiked then up, fastened a brown belt around her waist, and tied it securely. Her shirt wasn't that different from an Elfish tunic but it wasn't made out of fine material, just plain cotton. The shirt had been white when she had stolen it a year or so ago in an eastern town in Gondor but after many miles of walking and many nights of sleeping in the dirt it was a dark yellow and was frayed in many areas. It wasn't much but she loved it all the same. She pulled on her old peasant shoes and scowled. She had never been able to find a pair of boots that fit her. She had been forced to wear these sissy wood bottomed slippers (for that's is all they were) over hundreds of miles and in confrontations with orcs. Rory reached for her leather vest automatically and slipped it on. She was back and ready to go despite waves of weakness from time to time. She touched the new quiver that leaned against the chair. 'On or off? Well Roralenda, you're not going to shoot Green Leaf down in the garden. If it was his brother that would have been a different story.' she sniggered to herself. While leaving her new bow behind, she made up for it by wearing her daggers.
Sitting down in the chair by the window again to watch for Green Leaf, she started to hum an old tune aloud. It was the song that her mother, bless her soul, had sung to Rory as a child and it was beautiful. The words told of a prophecy made by one of the kings of old and about his future heirs. Something about 'queen fair as brook water touched the stone of a dryad' or something along those lines, she couldn't remember it had been 5 years since she had left home and her life. She sometimes missed the security of home and the loved ones she left behind but she had a life to live and being locked behind doors day and night for fear of roaming bands of wild men Rory never could live that life. She had snuck out of the small cottage where her, her six siblings and her mother had lived. That first month she had told herself so many excuses, 'Its one less mouth to feed for mother', of why not to feel bad but she did none the less. Her humming quieted and she wafted into silence and her thoughts.
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"Oh come on Green Leaf! Aren't you thousands of years old and you want an archery contest? Real mature. Typical male! Same in every race I take it." She was acting digested but she was smiling at the elf. He held his bow and was practically dancing when he saw an old shooting target and suggested a little contest.
"I like shooting." Was all he said. His eyes here large and almost as soulful as Rollpa's.
'Oh very well, I'll have to use your bow. You go first." Rory leaned up against a near by building and watched the elf remove his bow from his back and a polished brown arrow. Green Leaf aims and releases five times in a row hitting the mark with in centimeters or right on each time. 'Damn he's good. Bloody embarrassing it'll be for me, I haven't shot an arrow in three weeks and I'm week.'
Legolas was done quickly and handed her his bow. It was as large as his brothers but well used. The arch was smooth and well formed. She took the arrow that Green Leaf was handing her and carefully aimed. She pulled the arrow back and released: On target. 'Not bad Rory girl.' One after another, she shot the arrows and landed always on the target. She amazed herself and shook her head.
"If I was under pressure I would never be able to do that. It's a fluke trust me." She said as she handed Green Leaf back his bow. His brow was lifted and he was looking at her intently.
"I think you win young one. Well done, Trilla." He returned his bow to his back and beckoned her to follow.
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After an afternoon of walking mostly in silence, Rory returned to her small room where she was told by Green Leaf to get dressed. He said that he would return in an hour's time to accompany her to dinner. She was amused to see that four loaves of Rollpa's bread was neatly wrapped and placed on her bed. 'Well it's food and be happy it's not a barrel of fire cherries.'
Fifteen minutes later Rory was washed up and slipping into the elf dress. To her relief it made her look like a Lady of Rohan rather then an elf princess. She sat on the floor in front of the mirror and looked at herself. Yes, she wasn't still all back health wise but she didn't look bad. Legolas had chosen a nice dress that highlighted her skin and made it look a bronzy tan instead of pale. Her hair was another thing. It never wanted to lay flat and the waves it had were unnatural and odd. She used the ivory comb that she found on top of the dresser to comb through it. It didn't matter, her hair was damaged by too much sun and rough conditions she had lived in for 5 years. It was then when a glint underneath the dresser caught her eye. She crawled over to the dresser and fished under it to get the glittery object. The moonlight made it glitter and it flashed in her eyes. It was very old she could tell and who knew how long it had been lost. Still it didn't seem that remarkable that it would be bad if she wore it tonight. She returned to the mirror and pulled her hair up into a somewhat elegant twist. She left a few strands down because if she reached for them the whole thing would fall apart. She secured her hair with the clip, lowered her hand and stepped back to look at herself.
"I'll pass I guess. Nothing wonderful but better then trousers." She was shocked yet again when she saw Green Leaf standing behind her. He wore robes of white and gold. His hair was let down and was put in place but a crown of gold. His skin was pale and looked like the ivory comb she had used.
"Are you coming?" (A/N bet you weren't expecting that! Ha!) His voice was stately and rigid. He was aloof as always.
"Do I look acceptable?" she did a little turn in front of him and a small curtsy.
"Yes. Now come we mustn't be late young one." He opened the door and let her pass.
A/N To all readers there will be no romance for a couple chappies! I firmly believe they should have a few adventures before they start kissing and all that good shit. There will still be cute scenes though.
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Rory's breath was taken when she saw all the elves gathered at the high table. Two seats were still open and she suddenly became timid. Legolas, probably sensing her nervousness took her hand and led her to the table. The king, queen and the older prince were the only ones she knew. She spotted Rollpa in the corner standing in attention but watching her with big eyes. She gave him a small smile and a wink as she passed. He turned deep red and looked away.
"Trilla! How good to see you up. I dare say in that dress you could pass as an elf." Brillôas smiled and gestured for her and Green Leaf to sit. ' Was that a complement? Bloody hell that ass is arrogant! My mother was just a pretty as any of these women and my mother was beautiful.' The only thing she did was nod and sit in the chair Legolas had pulled out for her.
She noticed that she was the only one in the hall that wore a color other then white and gold. It was as if she was the fire and the elves were the light given off. The food arrived and the talking began. Low and strange for it was mostly in Elfish. She didn't bother looking left out. She was glad she didn't understand what the elves were saying especially when they cast glances towards her. She sat and ate in silence and was happy at least when she noted that she was the only one that received a piece of Rollpa's bread. Even if it tasted horrible, at least one elf was friendly enough to treat her as an equal.
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After many courses of the richest food that middle earth could provide music started. It was lively and merry and made her feel warm inside like she had just drank a warm tankard of ale. The elves two by two left there tables and started to dance ballet like. They seemed to have practice this dance a thousand times and they moved easily and skillfully about the floor. She was amused when a young elf woman approached Legolas and asked him to dance obviously because he nodded, stood up and joined the dancing. She watched them with a grin. The girl, obviously trying to impress the price, danced energetically never missing a beat. Green leaf as always remained distant and danced the stepped with no facial expressions. After the song, was over he kissed the girl's hand and departed from her. 'Charmer, definitely a charmer. He doesn't even have to try.'
He returned to the table and took her hand.
"Come dance. It'll be good exercise for your week leg." He commanded instead of asking.
"Me? Dance? I don't think so. Even with strong legs I waddle around and look like a wounded rabbit." The only dancing she had ever done was when wandering musicians happened to come by the village. She had been only a child and her dancing was more frolicking behind the cart then these graceful elf dancers.
He didn't take no for an answer. Taking her hand, her drew her out of her chair onto the edge of the dance floor. She stood there looking more like a village girl then a tough thief. She could run from Gondor to the Misty Mountain in a week but she couldn't dance.
"Watch my eyes and move with then." He looked intense. 'Oh those are great instructions.' She looked at him and surprisingly seconds later realized she was moving with them. Not as graceful as him but it was better then she thought it would be. The music stopped and she went back to her empty seat. Legolas sat next her. 'Oh boy he's silent for a change.' She laughed at this thought.
"Something funny Rory?" He looked concentrated on her now.
"Just me thinks." Me thinks. Her mother use to say that. It pained her for a moment but it quickly passed.
"I see." Raising an eyebrow, he turned back to watching the dancing.
Out of the corner of her eye, she studied the elf next to her. He was tall and slender as all elves go. His hair was as fair as spring wheat and his eyes as blue as the mist around the Misty Mountain. 'And as mysterious. I can't see any emotion in them for the most part. Even when we had the archery contest he didn't let much emotion out.' (A/N No this is not a beginning of a immature crush! She's just trying to figure him out) He was ever bit as royal as his crown dictated him to be but he looked so natural in the forest among the animals and plants.
As the last song ended, most of the elf's quietly exited without a word. The only ones left were the King and the Queen.
"My dear thank your for coming tonight. You surely looked radiant as Brillôas pointed out." The queen smiled in understanding towards Rory. "Now we must discuss more serious matters. I realize that you stole so you could defend yourself but you went against your word and we trusted you. For that we must chastise you. Dear, tell her what she must do to avoid trouble."
The king stepped forward and cleared his throat. "Trilla, young one, you have told us of your larceny and we are in need of one such as that to retrieve an object for the Island of Daramascalu. An ancient bow belonged to the first elves in the Undying Lands. Very powerful and dangerous this bow is for it fires not only arrows but also death in physical form. Our son, Legolas will guide you on this journey but you must do the actual stealing for if ever an elf steps onto the platform on which this bow sits they will die a horrible death. Legolas will tell you the details once you leave. We will give you two more days to heal but then you must go. All of Middle Earth may be in danger if that bow falls into the wrong hands."
" I take it, it's not easy then to get the bow if it's been there for thousands of years." She didn't like the sound of this. She had heard of this bow before actually in old wives tales she was told as a child. Things worse then orcs roamed that island and none have ever returned. Either these elves had lots of confidence in her or they really wanted her to die. They had nodded at her inquiry.
"Alright. I'll do it." This was a chance of a lifetime. She gave a nod to the queen and started towards the door. Legolas followed bidding his parent good night in his native tongue.
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Long after Green Leaf had left her at her bedroom door Rory lay awake thinking of the dangers that loomed ahead. She was in for a crusade and she would never turn back once she started. With a deep breath, she turned on her side and closed her eyes willing the whiteness to come again.
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Ok ok I know not that wonderful. Action starts soon! REVIEW PLEASE EVEN IF IT STINKS!!!