Disclaimer: Yeah I don't own a damn thing. wait I own Rory. and any other
wacked out character not mentioned in the books
A/N: Well after much work and much thinking I've finally made it this far. Over 20,000 words and going strong. Still a long long way to go on the fic. I guess in the last chapter I didn't get to her family so I will in this one. So how about the little murderer? Still think she pretty cool? Well she's still cool in my opinion but not as innocent as people may have first thought. Oh yeah I would like to thank my new spanken new Beta reader Animegirl-Mika (Is that how it goes Mika?) She's given me a whole lot of ideas for that fic and is trying desperately to help me become a better writer since I need it.
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: Maple Sugar
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Rory trotted back to the inn in high spirits. She had made one of the best deals in her life. Rory had no intention of gathering herbs or returning to Helm's Deep for her gold chain. It wasn't even real gold come to think of it, and it really had no value except as a little token to remember her past by. but she had memories and didn't need the chain or the pendent to keep them. While swinging the bag of herbs cheerfully a small she felt the first odd feeling of disquiet. Something wasn't right about the chain or this deal. Stopping in the street surrounded by people on all sides, she creased her brow in thought. The answer loomed in the dark corridors of her mind, just beyond her vision or thoughts, and the memory she was looking for wasn't about herself. The disquiet flirted with her the rest of the morning and well into the afternoon, but it still it didn't come to her. It was around three in the afternoon when Rory met up with the elves. and then it hit her. The ring! That damned ugly elvish ring was on the chain and she needed that to protect Green Leaf, though she knew not from what.
"Are you alright Trilla-Rory? You look now suddenly ill and not at ease." Green Leaf spoke from across the table. He had hardly taken notice of her arrival, and he had not spoken to her for the whole midday meal.
"No Green Leaf I'm fine; just thinking." She trailed off into silent thought. She needed to weigh out her options. Either go back pay for the herbs and get her chain back or go back this evening, watch for the lady to leave, follow her to her home, and then late at night sneak in steals the ring back. She decided on the latter. It had been to long since her last thievery, and since they were heading into the mountains soon she needed to ebb the strong urge to steal. So it was decided. After finishing her meal, Rory hurried back to her room, picked up her pack, dumped everything inside it on the bed, and started sorting though it, hoping against hope that the Elves hadn't gone through it and taken what she was looking for. There were three loaves of bread, a pair of leather gloves, random pieces of jewelry that she had been planning to sell in Gondor, some funny looking piece of wood, a few other things, but she found what she was looking for. In a small steel box was her lock picks. Four long steel rods of various thickness and strength gleamed on a bed of cloth. She grabbed her gloves, threw on her dark gray elves cloak, shoved the box into a deep pocket, and returned to the elf. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The sun was sinking already low in the western mountains when Rory finally escaped Green Leaf, who was discussing plans for their mountain journey, which would begin early the next morning, and slipped into the alley across from the houses of healing. Candles with unnamed holders moved from room to room, stopping briefly, then moving on. She watched the single lights move through the threadbare curtains of each of the upstairs rooms -- and most of the rooms on the main floor -- when it stopped in the main entrance way. Twenty minutes later the light went out and the lady she had dealt with earlier in the day stepped out of the doorway and briskly started walking. Like a cat, Rory crept slowly out of the alley and followed, keeping sufficient distance between her and the lady.
Rory followed until she heard the clinking of keys and a door being opened. She stepped back, letting the darkness swallow her, and watched. For the next twenty minutes, Rory prepped herself for the break in. The lady obviously lived alone, for the house had been dark before she had gone in, so she wouldn't have to worry about children or a husband. A pet was an option, but she couldn't tell from here. The lady was educated however, so she might have tables with books all over the place with other odd things laying about. All eccentric women did, after all. Rory then went on thinking about where the lady might keep the chain. On a table close to her; perhaps she was the type that thought a lot of herself and she wouldn't have the 'energy' to put it in a safe. As the lady's candle was set on a table close to a window in the upper level to the right of the house, Rory easily saw the silhouette of the woman hang her cloak up and change into a night dress. (A/N she's not lesbian or anything) Minutes later the candle was blown out and all was dark.
Two hours later, when the moon hung high in the sky, shining so brightly it embarrassed all but the most dazzling stars, Rory quietly and quickly crept to the front of the wooden building, casting a quick glance around at the streets and at the windows around her. She saw or sensed no one. The lock was old, causing Rory to groan in disappointment. On newer locks she only had to lift one latch in a quick simple picking, which took seconds, but on these older ones there where twelve that were heavy, rusty and noisy.
"Alright Rory, lets get to work." She glanced at small mat the laid in front of the door, examining it for dog or cat hairs. 'Good, nothing.' One more fleeting look around her confirmed that the street was empty and that she would be allowed to work in peace. With each latch she lifted Rory's excitement rose in a steady climax, causing her to deliberately smile. She loved the danger and risk of her "profession", if you could call it that. Sure, she felt guilty sometimes when the day after she saw the old man or whomever she had stolen from wander down the street looking lost because something of value was taken,
The last latch lifted with a creak that made Rory's heart jump. She stayed still, listening intently for movement within the house. After a long while, Rory decided that the lady had not woken and proceeded to open the door quickly and slip inside, closing it behind her and locking it shut.
The rooms, "As I expected." she thought with a smirk, were littered with tables, chairs, and stacks of books; boxes of bottles with liquids that twinkled in the moonlight. Rory carefully and steadily made her way into the rooms on the first floor. There was no safe that she could see in the open, nor did the walls appear to have a secret door or latch that could possibly lead to a safe. She did see several broaches of value lying on a table next to a large reddish color chair. She pocketed them. Rory treaded softly up the steps, careful to test each spot before resting her weight on the step. They didn't creak much but were still noisier then Rory would have liked. The hall way was low and narrow, and it allowed no escape, should the lady happen to wake and hear her. The wood that surrounded her smelt old and there were many cracks between the large, rough boards. There were only two rooms on the upstairs floor, and Rory could guess which one the chain was in. She had not seen the woman with the candle come into the closest room but the one at the far end of the hall. The upstairs creaked terribly and made Rory cringe and curse under her breath with every step.
Testing the silver handle and opening the door a crack, Rory peered inside at the sleeping woman. She slept in a low-slung mattress snoring softly with each inhalation. The door opened a little farther allowing Rory to stick her head in the fully but she did not step in. On a table next to the ladies bed Rory saw a glinting pile of gold and silver where the chain had to be. Tiptoeing inside, Rory examined the sleeping figure for a moment. Her eyelids were still and she appeared to be in a deep sleep. Rory sifted through the pile of chains, rings, bracelets, broaches and anything gold that you could think existed. This woman is a hoard! 'There you are my precious chain. Damn you; you tangled this already, you blasted woman.' So for the next ten minutes, in the dark Rory, biting her lip so not to curse aloud, untangled the chains. She didn't want to let the lady know that she had been robbed too quickly, or at least until she was in the mountains.
Returning the chains into a pile similar to the one they had been in when she had arrived and tangling a few intentionally, Rory's job was done. She returned to the hall and closed the door behind her and as before struggled to remain silent in the upstairs hall, when unexpectedly Rory came face to face with a great hulking outline of shaggy dog who's fangs gleamed even in the dark. It let out a booming bark and a snarl that triggered noises from the lady's room. 'Where the hell am I suppose to go?' Rory burst into the room that was on the other side of the hall, not caring about closing the heavy door but desperate for a window. While she was ripping up the curtains in her way, Rory heard the lady rush down the hall to where the dog had barked at her, and she knew that she had to hurry or she would be caught. Ripping the curtains down, Rory climbed out the window and sped across the roof of the house next door after a daring leap.
"Stop! Intruder! Stop!" the woman shrieked out the window, but Rory didn't look back. She only lifted the hood of her cloak and kept running and leaping from roof to roof, scared out of her mind and shocked because this had been her first break in since she had started that she had made that narrow an escape. 'Where did that dog come from?' Rory wondered. There had been no sign of it anywhere else in the house but it magically popped up when she was so near to completing the job. Rory was so lost in her thoughts of what just happened that she misjudged a jump and fell straight down to the cold stone ground of the street below, missing the next rooftop by feet. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rory rubbed her shoulder and neck as she walked out of the large alley she had fallen into. It was empty besides a few drunks who slept curled up, not bothering to look around at the girl who fell into their home. She heard laughter and the sound of clanging glasses near by, signaling the presence of a pub. Rory emerged from the alley stiff but relatively unscathed. She shoved the broaches that she had stolen into the hands of a drunk who laid face up so that in the morning when the lady had every soldier in Helm's Deep looking for her lost broaches she wouldn't be traced back to them, at least at first.
The pub was a different one then the pub she had visited the night before, but it didn't matter. It was actually closer to the inn then the previous one and didn't smell so much of a hoard of wild boars in heat. There was the general crowd of drunkards, soldiers (she couldn't tell if Ben was among them but she didn't care), and the common crowd of men just enjoying an ale or two before heading home to their wives. Sauntering coolly up to the bartender, Rory paid a copper for strong ale and sat at a high stool, calming herself with deep breaths and sipping her ale as if it were fine wine. That had been the closest shave since she started five years ago, and she feared not the punishment she might receive from Rohan but rather the one she would receive from Green Leaf. He would never trust her if even the slightest news of a theft reached his pointy ears. In addition, Neesa, 'That old grouch', she thought maliciously, would never let her forget it either. She was already a filthy human in her eyes, and what would she be AFTER the news reached her ears? Rory didn't want to think about it just yet. "Pass me another ale will ya bartender? Make it strong." She ordered another drink, not wanting to face the problems that surrounded her now ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A/N ok this chapter was suppose to be a lot longer with a lot more exciting stuff happening but I just got on a role with my thief thing. So, read this, review it and come back for the next chapter. We will definitely meet some of Rory's family and will she wriggle her way out of trouble?
A/N: Well after much work and much thinking I've finally made it this far. Over 20,000 words and going strong. Still a long long way to go on the fic. I guess in the last chapter I didn't get to her family so I will in this one. So how about the little murderer? Still think she pretty cool? Well she's still cool in my opinion but not as innocent as people may have first thought. Oh yeah I would like to thank my new spanken new Beta reader Animegirl-Mika (Is that how it goes Mika?) She's given me a whole lot of ideas for that fic and is trying desperately to help me become a better writer since I need it.
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: Maple Sugar
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Rory trotted back to the inn in high spirits. She had made one of the best deals in her life. Rory had no intention of gathering herbs or returning to Helm's Deep for her gold chain. It wasn't even real gold come to think of it, and it really had no value except as a little token to remember her past by. but she had memories and didn't need the chain or the pendent to keep them. While swinging the bag of herbs cheerfully a small she felt the first odd feeling of disquiet. Something wasn't right about the chain or this deal. Stopping in the street surrounded by people on all sides, she creased her brow in thought. The answer loomed in the dark corridors of her mind, just beyond her vision or thoughts, and the memory she was looking for wasn't about herself. The disquiet flirted with her the rest of the morning and well into the afternoon, but it still it didn't come to her. It was around three in the afternoon when Rory met up with the elves. and then it hit her. The ring! That damned ugly elvish ring was on the chain and she needed that to protect Green Leaf, though she knew not from what.
"Are you alright Trilla-Rory? You look now suddenly ill and not at ease." Green Leaf spoke from across the table. He had hardly taken notice of her arrival, and he had not spoken to her for the whole midday meal.
"No Green Leaf I'm fine; just thinking." She trailed off into silent thought. She needed to weigh out her options. Either go back pay for the herbs and get her chain back or go back this evening, watch for the lady to leave, follow her to her home, and then late at night sneak in steals the ring back. She decided on the latter. It had been to long since her last thievery, and since they were heading into the mountains soon she needed to ebb the strong urge to steal. So it was decided. After finishing her meal, Rory hurried back to her room, picked up her pack, dumped everything inside it on the bed, and started sorting though it, hoping against hope that the Elves hadn't gone through it and taken what she was looking for. There were three loaves of bread, a pair of leather gloves, random pieces of jewelry that she had been planning to sell in Gondor, some funny looking piece of wood, a few other things, but she found what she was looking for. In a small steel box was her lock picks. Four long steel rods of various thickness and strength gleamed on a bed of cloth. She grabbed her gloves, threw on her dark gray elves cloak, shoved the box into a deep pocket, and returned to the elf. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The sun was sinking already low in the western mountains when Rory finally escaped Green Leaf, who was discussing plans for their mountain journey, which would begin early the next morning, and slipped into the alley across from the houses of healing. Candles with unnamed holders moved from room to room, stopping briefly, then moving on. She watched the single lights move through the threadbare curtains of each of the upstairs rooms -- and most of the rooms on the main floor -- when it stopped in the main entrance way. Twenty minutes later the light went out and the lady she had dealt with earlier in the day stepped out of the doorway and briskly started walking. Like a cat, Rory crept slowly out of the alley and followed, keeping sufficient distance between her and the lady.
Rory followed until she heard the clinking of keys and a door being opened. She stepped back, letting the darkness swallow her, and watched. For the next twenty minutes, Rory prepped herself for the break in. The lady obviously lived alone, for the house had been dark before she had gone in, so she wouldn't have to worry about children or a husband. A pet was an option, but she couldn't tell from here. The lady was educated however, so she might have tables with books all over the place with other odd things laying about. All eccentric women did, after all. Rory then went on thinking about where the lady might keep the chain. On a table close to her; perhaps she was the type that thought a lot of herself and she wouldn't have the 'energy' to put it in a safe. As the lady's candle was set on a table close to a window in the upper level to the right of the house, Rory easily saw the silhouette of the woman hang her cloak up and change into a night dress. (A/N she's not lesbian or anything) Minutes later the candle was blown out and all was dark.
Two hours later, when the moon hung high in the sky, shining so brightly it embarrassed all but the most dazzling stars, Rory quietly and quickly crept to the front of the wooden building, casting a quick glance around at the streets and at the windows around her. She saw or sensed no one. The lock was old, causing Rory to groan in disappointment. On newer locks she only had to lift one latch in a quick simple picking, which took seconds, but on these older ones there where twelve that were heavy, rusty and noisy.
"Alright Rory, lets get to work." She glanced at small mat the laid in front of the door, examining it for dog or cat hairs. 'Good, nothing.' One more fleeting look around her confirmed that the street was empty and that she would be allowed to work in peace. With each latch she lifted Rory's excitement rose in a steady climax, causing her to deliberately smile. She loved the danger and risk of her "profession", if you could call it that. Sure, she felt guilty sometimes when the day after she saw the old man or whomever she had stolen from wander down the street looking lost because something of value was taken,
The last latch lifted with a creak that made Rory's heart jump. She stayed still, listening intently for movement within the house. After a long while, Rory decided that the lady had not woken and proceeded to open the door quickly and slip inside, closing it behind her and locking it shut.
The rooms, "As I expected." she thought with a smirk, were littered with tables, chairs, and stacks of books; boxes of bottles with liquids that twinkled in the moonlight. Rory carefully and steadily made her way into the rooms on the first floor. There was no safe that she could see in the open, nor did the walls appear to have a secret door or latch that could possibly lead to a safe. She did see several broaches of value lying on a table next to a large reddish color chair. She pocketed them. Rory treaded softly up the steps, careful to test each spot before resting her weight on the step. They didn't creak much but were still noisier then Rory would have liked. The hall way was low and narrow, and it allowed no escape, should the lady happen to wake and hear her. The wood that surrounded her smelt old and there were many cracks between the large, rough boards. There were only two rooms on the upstairs floor, and Rory could guess which one the chain was in. She had not seen the woman with the candle come into the closest room but the one at the far end of the hall. The upstairs creaked terribly and made Rory cringe and curse under her breath with every step.
Testing the silver handle and opening the door a crack, Rory peered inside at the sleeping woman. She slept in a low-slung mattress snoring softly with each inhalation. The door opened a little farther allowing Rory to stick her head in the fully but she did not step in. On a table next to the ladies bed Rory saw a glinting pile of gold and silver where the chain had to be. Tiptoeing inside, Rory examined the sleeping figure for a moment. Her eyelids were still and she appeared to be in a deep sleep. Rory sifted through the pile of chains, rings, bracelets, broaches and anything gold that you could think existed. This woman is a hoard! 'There you are my precious chain. Damn you; you tangled this already, you blasted woman.' So for the next ten minutes, in the dark Rory, biting her lip so not to curse aloud, untangled the chains. She didn't want to let the lady know that she had been robbed too quickly, or at least until she was in the mountains.
Returning the chains into a pile similar to the one they had been in when she had arrived and tangling a few intentionally, Rory's job was done. She returned to the hall and closed the door behind her and as before struggled to remain silent in the upstairs hall, when unexpectedly Rory came face to face with a great hulking outline of shaggy dog who's fangs gleamed even in the dark. It let out a booming bark and a snarl that triggered noises from the lady's room. 'Where the hell am I suppose to go?' Rory burst into the room that was on the other side of the hall, not caring about closing the heavy door but desperate for a window. While she was ripping up the curtains in her way, Rory heard the lady rush down the hall to where the dog had barked at her, and she knew that she had to hurry or she would be caught. Ripping the curtains down, Rory climbed out the window and sped across the roof of the house next door after a daring leap.
"Stop! Intruder! Stop!" the woman shrieked out the window, but Rory didn't look back. She only lifted the hood of her cloak and kept running and leaping from roof to roof, scared out of her mind and shocked because this had been her first break in since she had started that she had made that narrow an escape. 'Where did that dog come from?' Rory wondered. There had been no sign of it anywhere else in the house but it magically popped up when she was so near to completing the job. Rory was so lost in her thoughts of what just happened that she misjudged a jump and fell straight down to the cold stone ground of the street below, missing the next rooftop by feet. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rory rubbed her shoulder and neck as she walked out of the large alley she had fallen into. It was empty besides a few drunks who slept curled up, not bothering to look around at the girl who fell into their home. She heard laughter and the sound of clanging glasses near by, signaling the presence of a pub. Rory emerged from the alley stiff but relatively unscathed. She shoved the broaches that she had stolen into the hands of a drunk who laid face up so that in the morning when the lady had every soldier in Helm's Deep looking for her lost broaches she wouldn't be traced back to them, at least at first.
The pub was a different one then the pub she had visited the night before, but it didn't matter. It was actually closer to the inn then the previous one and didn't smell so much of a hoard of wild boars in heat. There was the general crowd of drunkards, soldiers (she couldn't tell if Ben was among them but she didn't care), and the common crowd of men just enjoying an ale or two before heading home to their wives. Sauntering coolly up to the bartender, Rory paid a copper for strong ale and sat at a high stool, calming herself with deep breaths and sipping her ale as if it were fine wine. That had been the closest shave since she started five years ago, and she feared not the punishment she might receive from Rohan but rather the one she would receive from Green Leaf. He would never trust her if even the slightest news of a theft reached his pointy ears. In addition, Neesa, 'That old grouch', she thought maliciously, would never let her forget it either. She was already a filthy human in her eyes, and what would she be AFTER the news reached her ears? Rory didn't want to think about it just yet. "Pass me another ale will ya bartender? Make it strong." She ordered another drink, not wanting to face the problems that surrounded her now ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A/N ok this chapter was suppose to be a lot longer with a lot more exciting stuff happening but I just got on a role with my thief thing. So, read this, review it and come back for the next chapter. We will definitely meet some of Rory's family and will she wriggle her way out of trouble?