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: Devilwood
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On the morning the "One elf and a Girl Bow Retrieval Expedition" or so Rory had so lovingly dubbed it, tensions were high between the Elf and the Girl in mention. Green Leaf had gotten a little sharp with her when she announced that she didn't have the food ready to take along. Even when she explained that it wasn't only her job to take care of matters like food. So for two hours they packed bread (ew), cheese (is it suppose to look like that?), dried fish (Are you sure its dead) and potatoes (Yum how about a nice tasty soggy potato?) it was already late morning and they were both anxious to leave Mirkwood behind. With the last sack of Rollpa's bread slung over Pyp, Rory and Green Leaf finally mounted their horses with a nod to the company of Elves who bid them farewell. Rory raised her hand slightly and waved to Rollpa as she passed.
"Thank you for the bread and I bid Good Tidings until we meet again." Rory kissed her hand and touched his cheek. 'If we meet again. I might once I get this bow give it to old Greeny over there and ride to the east of Mordor. I've always wanted to see Ruin and the other lands out that way.'
"Green Leaf, hurry, we have a long day ahead of us and I want to reach the western edge of the forest tonight." She barked.
He said good-bye to his younger brother and his mother and trotted up next to Rory who waited silently.
"Let's go then." Rory took off, Courreurlune ran free and fast through the trees even with the extra weight of weapons, food and other things. Pyp as she predicted kept nice pace with the stallion. Green Leaf rode smoothly but with some hesitation. He obviously wasn't use to this kind of riding. Elves were accustomed at staying hidden and journeying silently through forest, gale and valley, not this sword blazing and knife throwing kind of riding. From the late dawn to the late dusk they rode hard and fast not even stopping when Green Leaf threw her a piece of cheese.
It was full dark for some hours before they reached the edge of the forest and saw the broad landscape of mountains before them.
"We shall head south deep into Rohan and meet a company of my kin and together we shall pass through the mountains." Green Leaf was leaning against a tree as Rory indulged herself in a water skin.
"Rohan? We're not going to Helm's Deep are we? " Rory spat water on her pants by accident. Every summer she and her family had traveled to Helm's Deep to see father and she knew that her family had continued the tradition even long after his death. She didn't like the idea of running into her brothers and sister there.
"Yes, that is our destination. Now sleep Trilla, we have long days ahead of us." Green Leaf seemed oddly final with his words.
"Is there any way that your buddies could meet us half-way?" She didn't want to see her mother.
"No."
"One third?" She definitely didn't want to see her mother.
"No."
"One Fourth perhaps? That's not asking a lot is it? I mean it's hardly out of the way."
"No."
"An eighth perchance?"
"No Trilla. We are going to Helm's Deep so quite with the arguing and sleep." His blue eyes flashed with irritation as he peered across the fire that he had made.
"How about a sixtee."
"I'm not asking you again to keep quiet Lady Trilla."
"By chance just outside the gate?" She crossed her fingers. He glared and laid down facing the trees away from her.
"Alright then mister-doesn't-take-cute-girl's-opinion." She flared her nose when she heard an audible snort from the elf.
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Rory was sometimes annoyed with her companion and she spent hours from time to time trying to prod him to get into a conversation but each thing she tried talking about, besides the quest quickly died and faded into the silence leaving Rory to her thoughts once more. Late in the evening of the seventh day, Helm's Deep came into Rory's sight though it had been in Green Leafs for some days now. It stood silent in the mountainside as she remembered when she had come here as a child even farther south. She thought of her past, her family, and mostly of her beloved brother who may be waiting on the other side of the stonewall as she and Green Leaf approached. The gates opened as they drew near and Rory for the first time in over five years glimpsed Helm's Deep in summer. It was busy with people in the market place and children ran through the stone alleys laughing and singing songs much as she had done years before. She darted her eyes around the main entrance way but saw no signature black hair heads as all her family had black hair. She dismounted Courreurlune with a quick jump. She let some of the shoulders take him to the stables for feeding after she grabbed an extra dagger from the bundle of weapons without notice. She knew that in these streets some the of scoundrels of the world lived and would do unmentionable things to females who wandered freely in there lanes.
"Trilla, go with the soldiers over there. They will take you to a room where you can rest, you're tired." Legolas touched her shoulder with a kind fatherly affection that annoyed her all the same. She was in her prime right now and she wanted to explore Helm's Deep as long as they were here.
"Excuse me, who gave you authority to send me to bed? They can show me my room but I think I want to do a bit of exploring before I retire for the night." She struggled not to say this through gritted teeth but her frustration showed through her eyes.
"We have packing and buying to do tomorrow. You should sleep. We leave at in two days and we are not slowing down." Again, he said this with an air of ending the conversation but Rory wasn't going to back down.
"Who has to do the hard part of this plan here? I have to do that stealing and I have to go into that temple or whatever and fight things worse than Orcs because you Sir Elf will fizzle up and die or whatever. And another thing, I'm a full grown woman, I don't need a babysitter." If Rory had to choose, one thing she hated it would be authority. This little quest so far just reminded her why she hated partners and attachments.
"Fine, stay up all you want but don't trouble us when we leave. I'll meet you in the morn. Your room is at 'Old Smitchets'. I trust that your can find it?" He looked stern still with his hand on her shoulder.
She shrugged him off and strode to her favorite pub for a pint. 'How long has it been since I've had a pint? Three months? Four?' The pub was as always steaming with life and all sorts of strange characters, whose drunkenness ranged from a buzz to slurred speech and there were even a few slumped bodies in the corners. 'Wow, it's still early for passed out alcoholics.' She sat in a table towards the middle of the things to observe the people around her. The bartender looked at her strange when she ordered two pints to start with almost as if he thought she couldn't handle it or pay for it. She slapped a couple gold pieces on the counter and she received her pints. She drank deeply and leaned back in her wooden chair, lifting a leg to rest of the chair next to her and observed the people around her. Most of the people were men drinking pint after pint as they got louder and louder. The only women she saw were the 'Women of the Night' or so that's what her mother had called them when one morning Rory had spotted two people in a dark alley standing rather close making odd movements and noises. She was in the process of approaching them when her mother had grabbed her and hurried off explaining why not to bother those kinds of people. She didn't understand at the time she thought with a small smirk as she watched one of these women leave the pub with a soldier who's smile was wide and stupid with spittle running down his cheek.
Tucking a strand of sun worn hair behind her ear, she listened carefully to a table of men to her left discussing something rather secretively and leaning into the table.
"I'm telling ya! I saw 'dem wit my own eyes. Dos elves are up ta sumtin. Elves don show up a' Helm's Deep fo nuttin or wit no plan of mischief. " The speaker was strongly built and dark haired. His eyes were intense cobalt with flecks of emerald towards the pupil. His face was unshaved and his hair was shorter then the others but was spiking in every direction. (A/N I know that kinda sounds like our dear old Aragon but its not. Close but no potato) His accent was that of Gondor even though not now. It was slurred and he was obviously hiding the rich accent that he possessed.
"That's right sir. And did ye see the Elf that rode in just an hour ago with a human lass at that! I bet that they're after something that dem elves want to hide from men like
they do everytin else. They think we're insolents and to stupid to handle things of importance." Said the Gondor Man's companion as ale slopped from his mouth down his shirt. He was large, very furry (as Rory thought of it) and stank of stale beer and a wild boar in heat. Rory cringed when he noticed her watching innocently or supposedly. He flashed a smile of broken teeth and licked his lips when he saw her nod back. She diverted her eyes from the table of men but never quit listening. They were planning on finding out the Elves' business by posing as merchants and some other hair brain ideas were thrown in there too. She finished her ale and headed for the door. As she reached the door, she heard a very familiar voice boom through that already noisy pub towards presumably the bartender who was breaking up a fight.
"Halice! Bring us another ale if you would." Rory whipped around and scanned the crowd. There in the back of the pub with a group of young men was Ben her eldest brother. He looked like the day she had left. Tall, dark haired, gray eyes and strong. He was any lady's dream straight from a fairy tale but she smiled as she thought 'Yeah but he never picked up his smelly clothes.' She recognized some of the men around him as well. They were mostly his friends who she had seen every day of her life; they all seemed to be soldiers now fulfilling their boyhood dreams.
Rory stepped out into the night leaving her brother and the pub behind making her way slowly to the inn for a little something to eat and then some rest. She had half a mind to go back to the pub to talk to her brother but on second thought, she doubted if they'd have anything to talk about. He had become a soldier and was living his own life as the law enforcer and she was the exact thing the Rohan soldiers dealt with on day- to-day bases; thieves and other low life. Her heart warmed though at the thought of Ben becoming a soldier. She had always been fiercely proud of that boy. Well, boy no more, he'd be 23 or approaching it. He was about three years older then her and she was 20 now for two months. 'I wonder if he ever married Susanna like he imagined everyday for the 10 years we both knew her.'
The inn came into view as Rory rounded a corner. It was the old rickety type on the outside but she knew inside was a fancy bar, open garden with a balcony on every room either facing towards the street or into the garden. Not her first choice but was nonetheless nice.
"Are you Trilly? Friend of Legolas? You look like the women he described, medium height, slender, black hair, gray eyes and a knock out in fighting clothes." A thin man behind the desk examined her with his dark slightly crossed eyes. He was half bald and sickly pale.
"A knock out?" she was amused by this but doubted that Green Leaf had said that.
"Well it was implied by the time he got to the slender and skilled with a bow." She smiled and touched waist when he came around with the key to her room. Quick as lightening she pulled the dagger and her belt and put it to his throat.
"Did he also tell you about my daggers? I'm well versed with these beauties as well a bow." Rory gritted her teeth and put a little more pressure on the dagger. He whimpered and leaned as far back on the bar as he could.
"Show me my room and bother me no more." Her eyes flashed.
"Ok ok just put the daggers away! I meant no harm milady." Rory lowered the dagger and followed the man to an upstairs' room with balcony over the gardens. Resting on the bed, she shook her head. So many things were running through her head right now. The men who were suspious, her brother, Green Leaf and Green Leaf, he puzzled her worse then the other and she was determined to figure him out before they returned to Mirkwood.
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A/N yeah I know that wasn't that good. Action to start soon!!1 Oh yeah we meet Rory's family and past next chappie
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: Devilwood
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On the morning the "One elf and a Girl Bow Retrieval Expedition" or so Rory had so lovingly dubbed it, tensions were high between the Elf and the Girl in mention. Green Leaf had gotten a little sharp with her when she announced that she didn't have the food ready to take along. Even when she explained that it wasn't only her job to take care of matters like food. So for two hours they packed bread (ew), cheese (is it suppose to look like that?), dried fish (Are you sure its dead) and potatoes (Yum how about a nice tasty soggy potato?) it was already late morning and they were both anxious to leave Mirkwood behind. With the last sack of Rollpa's bread slung over Pyp, Rory and Green Leaf finally mounted their horses with a nod to the company of Elves who bid them farewell. Rory raised her hand slightly and waved to Rollpa as she passed.
"Thank you for the bread and I bid Good Tidings until we meet again." Rory kissed her hand and touched his cheek. 'If we meet again. I might once I get this bow give it to old Greeny over there and ride to the east of Mordor. I've always wanted to see Ruin and the other lands out that way.'
"Green Leaf, hurry, we have a long day ahead of us and I want to reach the western edge of the forest tonight." She barked.
He said good-bye to his younger brother and his mother and trotted up next to Rory who waited silently.
"Let's go then." Rory took off, Courreurlune ran free and fast through the trees even with the extra weight of weapons, food and other things. Pyp as she predicted kept nice pace with the stallion. Green Leaf rode smoothly but with some hesitation. He obviously wasn't use to this kind of riding. Elves were accustomed at staying hidden and journeying silently through forest, gale and valley, not this sword blazing and knife throwing kind of riding. From the late dawn to the late dusk they rode hard and fast not even stopping when Green Leaf threw her a piece of cheese.
It was full dark for some hours before they reached the edge of the forest and saw the broad landscape of mountains before them.
"We shall head south deep into Rohan and meet a company of my kin and together we shall pass through the mountains." Green Leaf was leaning against a tree as Rory indulged herself in a water skin.
"Rohan? We're not going to Helm's Deep are we? " Rory spat water on her pants by accident. Every summer she and her family had traveled to Helm's Deep to see father and she knew that her family had continued the tradition even long after his death. She didn't like the idea of running into her brothers and sister there.
"Yes, that is our destination. Now sleep Trilla, we have long days ahead of us." Green Leaf seemed oddly final with his words.
"Is there any way that your buddies could meet us half-way?" She didn't want to see her mother.
"No."
"One third?" She definitely didn't want to see her mother.
"No."
"One Fourth perhaps? That's not asking a lot is it? I mean it's hardly out of the way."
"No."
"An eighth perchance?"
"No Trilla. We are going to Helm's Deep so quite with the arguing and sleep." His blue eyes flashed with irritation as he peered across the fire that he had made.
"How about a sixtee."
"I'm not asking you again to keep quiet Lady Trilla."
"By chance just outside the gate?" She crossed her fingers. He glared and laid down facing the trees away from her.
"Alright then mister-doesn't-take-cute-girl's-opinion." She flared her nose when she heard an audible snort from the elf.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ For seven days Rory and Green Leaf rode over the plains of Rohan from the first breathe of dawn to the last whisper of scarlet in the western sky over the mountains. Rory felt peculiarly free from the forest even though in the forest she felt at home. She didn't understand it and didn't care. She sometimes rode far ahead of the elf over the plains and into the horizon and sometimes she slowed down waiting for Green Leaf for in her irritation kept a slower pace then she would like. It was during these times that they discussed with much detail the lands they would travel through and some of the dangers they might meet in the cities they must stop in before finally passing over the sea to the island. They seemed to have reached a level of acceptance that they wouldn't criticize the other not that they had done so much anyway.
Rory was sometimes annoyed with her companion and she spent hours from time to time trying to prod him to get into a conversation but each thing she tried talking about, besides the quest quickly died and faded into the silence leaving Rory to her thoughts once more. Late in the evening of the seventh day, Helm's Deep came into Rory's sight though it had been in Green Leafs for some days now. It stood silent in the mountainside as she remembered when she had come here as a child even farther south. She thought of her past, her family, and mostly of her beloved brother who may be waiting on the other side of the stonewall as she and Green Leaf approached. The gates opened as they drew near and Rory for the first time in over five years glimpsed Helm's Deep in summer. It was busy with people in the market place and children ran through the stone alleys laughing and singing songs much as she had done years before. She darted her eyes around the main entrance way but saw no signature black hair heads as all her family had black hair. She dismounted Courreurlune with a quick jump. She let some of the shoulders take him to the stables for feeding after she grabbed an extra dagger from the bundle of weapons without notice. She knew that in these streets some the of scoundrels of the world lived and would do unmentionable things to females who wandered freely in there lanes.
"Trilla, go with the soldiers over there. They will take you to a room where you can rest, you're tired." Legolas touched her shoulder with a kind fatherly affection that annoyed her all the same. She was in her prime right now and she wanted to explore Helm's Deep as long as they were here.
"Excuse me, who gave you authority to send me to bed? They can show me my room but I think I want to do a bit of exploring before I retire for the night." She struggled not to say this through gritted teeth but her frustration showed through her eyes.
"We have packing and buying to do tomorrow. You should sleep. We leave at in two days and we are not slowing down." Again, he said this with an air of ending the conversation but Rory wasn't going to back down.
"Who has to do the hard part of this plan here? I have to do that stealing and I have to go into that temple or whatever and fight things worse than Orcs because you Sir Elf will fizzle up and die or whatever. And another thing, I'm a full grown woman, I don't need a babysitter." If Rory had to choose, one thing she hated it would be authority. This little quest so far just reminded her why she hated partners and attachments.
"Fine, stay up all you want but don't trouble us when we leave. I'll meet you in the morn. Your room is at 'Old Smitchets'. I trust that your can find it?" He looked stern still with his hand on her shoulder.
She shrugged him off and strode to her favorite pub for a pint. 'How long has it been since I've had a pint? Three months? Four?' The pub was as always steaming with life and all sorts of strange characters, whose drunkenness ranged from a buzz to slurred speech and there were even a few slumped bodies in the corners. 'Wow, it's still early for passed out alcoholics.' She sat in a table towards the middle of the things to observe the people around her. The bartender looked at her strange when she ordered two pints to start with almost as if he thought she couldn't handle it or pay for it. She slapped a couple gold pieces on the counter and she received her pints. She drank deeply and leaned back in her wooden chair, lifting a leg to rest of the chair next to her and observed the people around her. Most of the people were men drinking pint after pint as they got louder and louder. The only women she saw were the 'Women of the Night' or so that's what her mother had called them when one morning Rory had spotted two people in a dark alley standing rather close making odd movements and noises. She was in the process of approaching them when her mother had grabbed her and hurried off explaining why not to bother those kinds of people. She didn't understand at the time she thought with a small smirk as she watched one of these women leave the pub with a soldier who's smile was wide and stupid with spittle running down his cheek.
Tucking a strand of sun worn hair behind her ear, she listened carefully to a table of men to her left discussing something rather secretively and leaning into the table.
"I'm telling ya! I saw 'dem wit my own eyes. Dos elves are up ta sumtin. Elves don show up a' Helm's Deep fo nuttin or wit no plan of mischief. " The speaker was strongly built and dark haired. His eyes were intense cobalt with flecks of emerald towards the pupil. His face was unshaved and his hair was shorter then the others but was spiking in every direction. (A/N I know that kinda sounds like our dear old Aragon but its not. Close but no potato) His accent was that of Gondor even though not now. It was slurred and he was obviously hiding the rich accent that he possessed.
"That's right sir. And did ye see the Elf that rode in just an hour ago with a human lass at that! I bet that they're after something that dem elves want to hide from men like
they do everytin else. They think we're insolents and to stupid to handle things of importance." Said the Gondor Man's companion as ale slopped from his mouth down his shirt. He was large, very furry (as Rory thought of it) and stank of stale beer and a wild boar in heat. Rory cringed when he noticed her watching innocently or supposedly. He flashed a smile of broken teeth and licked his lips when he saw her nod back. She diverted her eyes from the table of men but never quit listening. They were planning on finding out the Elves' business by posing as merchants and some other hair brain ideas were thrown in there too. She finished her ale and headed for the door. As she reached the door, she heard a very familiar voice boom through that already noisy pub towards presumably the bartender who was breaking up a fight.
"Halice! Bring us another ale if you would." Rory whipped around and scanned the crowd. There in the back of the pub with a group of young men was Ben her eldest brother. He looked like the day she had left. Tall, dark haired, gray eyes and strong. He was any lady's dream straight from a fairy tale but she smiled as she thought 'Yeah but he never picked up his smelly clothes.' She recognized some of the men around him as well. They were mostly his friends who she had seen every day of her life; they all seemed to be soldiers now fulfilling their boyhood dreams.
Rory stepped out into the night leaving her brother and the pub behind making her way slowly to the inn for a little something to eat and then some rest. She had half a mind to go back to the pub to talk to her brother but on second thought, she doubted if they'd have anything to talk about. He had become a soldier and was living his own life as the law enforcer and she was the exact thing the Rohan soldiers dealt with on day- to-day bases; thieves and other low life. Her heart warmed though at the thought of Ben becoming a soldier. She had always been fiercely proud of that boy. Well, boy no more, he'd be 23 or approaching it. He was about three years older then her and she was 20 now for two months. 'I wonder if he ever married Susanna like he imagined everyday for the 10 years we both knew her.'
The inn came into view as Rory rounded a corner. It was the old rickety type on the outside but she knew inside was a fancy bar, open garden with a balcony on every room either facing towards the street or into the garden. Not her first choice but was nonetheless nice.
"Are you Trilly? Friend of Legolas? You look like the women he described, medium height, slender, black hair, gray eyes and a knock out in fighting clothes." A thin man behind the desk examined her with his dark slightly crossed eyes. He was half bald and sickly pale.
"A knock out?" she was amused by this but doubted that Green Leaf had said that.
"Well it was implied by the time he got to the slender and skilled with a bow." She smiled and touched waist when he came around with the key to her room. Quick as lightening she pulled the dagger and her belt and put it to his throat.
"Did he also tell you about my daggers? I'm well versed with these beauties as well a bow." Rory gritted her teeth and put a little more pressure on the dagger. He whimpered and leaned as far back on the bar as he could.
"Show me my room and bother me no more." Her eyes flashed.
"Ok ok just put the daggers away! I meant no harm milady." Rory lowered the dagger and followed the man to an upstairs' room with balcony over the gardens. Resting on the bed, she shook her head. So many things were running through her head right now. The men who were suspious, her brother, Green Leaf and Green Leaf, he puzzled her worse then the other and she was determined to figure him out before they returned to Mirkwood.
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A/N yeah I know that wasn't that good. Action to start soon!!1 Oh yeah we meet Rory's family and past next chappie