AN: Now I know this is a record week for me because I'm updating again! I'd
just like to throw this out there, if you're going to say my story is
becoming Mary-Sueish can you please explain to me how. I can't do anything
about it if I don't know what you're referring to. Anyway, I just needed to
get that out there, please don't take it the wrong way. I really do
appreciate all your reviews. You guys make typing up this story (which I
really wasn't intending to post) worth it.
Lomiothiel: I'm glad I could help you kill of sometime before school. Checking my reviews does the same for me, especially on days when I have later starting classes. I hope your feeling better, mood wise.
ldy imladris: Thanks! I'll try!
Chrystyna: I'm glad you liked it! There some rather major stuff coming up soon.
Animouse: I reiterate, if you are going to say something like that, can you please tell me how so. I can fix it, but I have to know what I'm doing to make it seem that way first.
Elainor: Thanks! I'm not all that fond of Thranduil because of how he was characterized in The Hobbit. I'm glad you like how I'm using the characters and I'm glad you like my other character.
PixiePea000: Fire and Ice---two opposing elements but they're sisters. Wiggy got his name, of course, from the nickname of a certain NY Mets third baseman. By the way, GOLLUM!
Itheilden: Quite alright. I seem to be having a good week for updates. You'll find out what she sees pretty soon.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
Emma wasn't quite sure how long they'd been riding. She had been to preoccupied watching the changing landscapes and how the fading sun played on the colors of the scenery. By the time Legolas had called for a halt, the moon had risen to a very high point in the star dappled sky.
The four elves dismounted their horses, Legolas helping a very sleepy Emma off of his. Using a bit of rope from his back, Wiggy went to tie the horses off to a near by tree.
"We will camp here tonight, "Legolas announced, "I will take the first watch."
"Will she get a turn on guard duty?" Fire asked, pointing to Emma.
"She has no fighting experience, Fire. She is exempt from guard duty," Legolas countered.
"We are being expected to guard her without her having a turn. That is unfair," Fire commented.
"If the prince says she does not have to guard, then she does not have to have a turn. It is his decision to make, little sister. He is a prince after all," Ice told her sister.
Fire seemed to want to say something else but thought better of it and busied herself with her bedroll.
Emma, meanwhile, wasn't quite sure if she should be happy that she was being allowed to sleep or angry since Legolas didn't trust her. She was too tired to care, either way, though. What Emma really wanted was to be home, asleep in her own bed.
The elves moved around her, setting up a small camp.
"Little one, you sleep here," called Ice, patting an open bed roll.
Emma, slowly, made her way over.
"Thank you," she mumbled, before falling sound asleep.
Emma felt someone shaking her, someone trying to wake her. In her sleep addled brain, that indicated that it was most likely morning.
"I'm up, I'm up," she mumbled, propping herself up on one of her elbows.
She rubbed her eyes with her available hand, trying to get the sleep out of them, and noticed that it was Fire who had woken her up. The elf appeared to be in a better mood today.
"Good morning," she, pleasantly, said.
Emma just managed a small smile, as she was still a little tired and in dire need of a good stretching. Sleeping on the hard ground bothered her and her dance trained muscles.
"Come along," Fire ordered, "first we eat, then we can continue on."
Fire started to walk away, leaving Emma sitting on her bed roll. The younger elf scrambled to her feet and followed after Fire.
She trotted after Fire who led her to where the other elves sat.
"Look what finally decided to wake up and grave us with her presence," Fire quipped.
Emma sat down in the space between Legolas and Wiggy.
"Good morning, all," she said, with a bit of cheerfulness in her voice.
All the years of early ballet classes with Spiro, who expected you to be bright eyed and bushy tailed, had made Emma into a morning person.
Ice passed Emma some type of cakey looking item and a red apple.
"Thank you," she said with a smile.
She was wide awake now but still felt she needed to stretch. The muscles in her back and legs were bothering her, sore from riding and sleeping on the ground.
"If I may say, Legolas, your young friend sleeps in the oddest manner," commented Fire.
"How so?" the prince asked.
"She sleeps with her eyes closed, most unusual for an elf," Ice replied.
"Where I'm from," Emma explained, "that's how people sleep. It's part of their nature, I guess."
The two sisters looked a little baffled so Emma decided it would be in her best interest to drop the subject.
"Excuse them, little elf, they are from Lothlorien and know very little about the nature of the race of men. The only members of that race they are bound to meet are the occasional ranger," Wiggy said to Emma with a sly smile.
"Is that why you two came with us? Are you going home?" Emma proposed.
"Very observant, child. We are headed back home for a short span of time," Ice answered.
"We were sent by our father and Captain on a message to Mirkwood. This seemed like the best time to travel back home," Fire added.
"What about you? Why did you come along?" Emma asked, turning to Wiggy.
"I ride with Fire and Ice in the same band of rangers. I am headed back to Captain and to a new assignment," Wiggy replied, in his strangely deep voice.
"So you went to Mirkwood to see your mother?" Emma concluded.
"Of course. I may be a ranger but she is still my mother. I go to see her every so often," Wiggly confirmed.
The four elves chatted a bit more, eating and getting ready for another hard day of riding.
"It is getting late. We should be going" Legolas announced, getting up.
The other elves, save Emma, got up as well.
"Come along, child," Fire groaned.
"Hold on," Emma said, scooting back so her back was flush up against a thick tree trunk.
She straddled her legs nearly one hundred and eighty degrees and stretched forward so that her stomach touched the ground. The elves watched in amazement as she repeated the front stretch a few more times and leaned to her right and left, hands brushing her booted feet.
She got up and raised her hands over her head. She bent backwards until her hands rested flat on the ground. Her back formed an arch between her hands and feet. Emma, with a slight rocking motion, came up with her hands still in the air.
"Alright, now I'm ready to go," Emma said, satisfied with the nearly inaudible cracking sounds her back had made.
"What was that for?" Legolas asked, as he mounted his horse and helped Emma onto the creature.
"I needed to stretch out my back and that's the best way I know how," she explained with a smile.
Legolas just shook his head and said, "Hang on tight today, Little Elf, I mean to cover a great deal of ground.
"I'll hold on," she confirmed.
Calling out a phrase in his native tongue, the four riders were on the move again.
(AN: What I said about Spiro wanting his dancers to be bright eyed and bushy tailed early in the morning is very true. Having a ballet class at 8:00 AM in Saturdays, is a very good way to learn about that. Please review- --good, bad, indifferent---I don't care!)
Lomiothiel: I'm glad I could help you kill of sometime before school. Checking my reviews does the same for me, especially on days when I have later starting classes. I hope your feeling better, mood wise.
ldy imladris: Thanks! I'll try!
Chrystyna: I'm glad you liked it! There some rather major stuff coming up soon.
Animouse: I reiterate, if you are going to say something like that, can you please tell me how so. I can fix it, but I have to know what I'm doing to make it seem that way first.
Elainor: Thanks! I'm not all that fond of Thranduil because of how he was characterized in The Hobbit. I'm glad you like how I'm using the characters and I'm glad you like my other character.
PixiePea000: Fire and Ice---two opposing elements but they're sisters. Wiggy got his name, of course, from the nickname of a certain NY Mets third baseman. By the way, GOLLUM!
Itheilden: Quite alright. I seem to be having a good week for updates. You'll find out what she sees pretty soon.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
Emma wasn't quite sure how long they'd been riding. She had been to preoccupied watching the changing landscapes and how the fading sun played on the colors of the scenery. By the time Legolas had called for a halt, the moon had risen to a very high point in the star dappled sky.
The four elves dismounted their horses, Legolas helping a very sleepy Emma off of his. Using a bit of rope from his back, Wiggy went to tie the horses off to a near by tree.
"We will camp here tonight, "Legolas announced, "I will take the first watch."
"Will she get a turn on guard duty?" Fire asked, pointing to Emma.
"She has no fighting experience, Fire. She is exempt from guard duty," Legolas countered.
"We are being expected to guard her without her having a turn. That is unfair," Fire commented.
"If the prince says she does not have to guard, then she does not have to have a turn. It is his decision to make, little sister. He is a prince after all," Ice told her sister.
Fire seemed to want to say something else but thought better of it and busied herself with her bedroll.
Emma, meanwhile, wasn't quite sure if she should be happy that she was being allowed to sleep or angry since Legolas didn't trust her. She was too tired to care, either way, though. What Emma really wanted was to be home, asleep in her own bed.
The elves moved around her, setting up a small camp.
"Little one, you sleep here," called Ice, patting an open bed roll.
Emma, slowly, made her way over.
"Thank you," she mumbled, before falling sound asleep.
Emma felt someone shaking her, someone trying to wake her. In her sleep addled brain, that indicated that it was most likely morning.
"I'm up, I'm up," she mumbled, propping herself up on one of her elbows.
She rubbed her eyes with her available hand, trying to get the sleep out of them, and noticed that it was Fire who had woken her up. The elf appeared to be in a better mood today.
"Good morning," she, pleasantly, said.
Emma just managed a small smile, as she was still a little tired and in dire need of a good stretching. Sleeping on the hard ground bothered her and her dance trained muscles.
"Come along," Fire ordered, "first we eat, then we can continue on."
Fire started to walk away, leaving Emma sitting on her bed roll. The younger elf scrambled to her feet and followed after Fire.
She trotted after Fire who led her to where the other elves sat.
"Look what finally decided to wake up and grave us with her presence," Fire quipped.
Emma sat down in the space between Legolas and Wiggy.
"Good morning, all," she said, with a bit of cheerfulness in her voice.
All the years of early ballet classes with Spiro, who expected you to be bright eyed and bushy tailed, had made Emma into a morning person.
Ice passed Emma some type of cakey looking item and a red apple.
"Thank you," she said with a smile.
She was wide awake now but still felt she needed to stretch. The muscles in her back and legs were bothering her, sore from riding and sleeping on the ground.
"If I may say, Legolas, your young friend sleeps in the oddest manner," commented Fire.
"How so?" the prince asked.
"She sleeps with her eyes closed, most unusual for an elf," Ice replied.
"Where I'm from," Emma explained, "that's how people sleep. It's part of their nature, I guess."
The two sisters looked a little baffled so Emma decided it would be in her best interest to drop the subject.
"Excuse them, little elf, they are from Lothlorien and know very little about the nature of the race of men. The only members of that race they are bound to meet are the occasional ranger," Wiggy said to Emma with a sly smile.
"Is that why you two came with us? Are you going home?" Emma proposed.
"Very observant, child. We are headed back home for a short span of time," Ice answered.
"We were sent by our father and Captain on a message to Mirkwood. This seemed like the best time to travel back home," Fire added.
"What about you? Why did you come along?" Emma asked, turning to Wiggy.
"I ride with Fire and Ice in the same band of rangers. I am headed back to Captain and to a new assignment," Wiggy replied, in his strangely deep voice.
"So you went to Mirkwood to see your mother?" Emma concluded.
"Of course. I may be a ranger but she is still my mother. I go to see her every so often," Wiggly confirmed.
The four elves chatted a bit more, eating and getting ready for another hard day of riding.
"It is getting late. We should be going" Legolas announced, getting up.
The other elves, save Emma, got up as well.
"Come along, child," Fire groaned.
"Hold on," Emma said, scooting back so her back was flush up against a thick tree trunk.
She straddled her legs nearly one hundred and eighty degrees and stretched forward so that her stomach touched the ground. The elves watched in amazement as she repeated the front stretch a few more times and leaned to her right and left, hands brushing her booted feet.
She got up and raised her hands over her head. She bent backwards until her hands rested flat on the ground. Her back formed an arch between her hands and feet. Emma, with a slight rocking motion, came up with her hands still in the air.
"Alright, now I'm ready to go," Emma said, satisfied with the nearly inaudible cracking sounds her back had made.
"What was that for?" Legolas asked, as he mounted his horse and helped Emma onto the creature.
"I needed to stretch out my back and that's the best way I know how," she explained with a smile.
Legolas just shook his head and said, "Hang on tight today, Little Elf, I mean to cover a great deal of ground.
"I'll hold on," she confirmed.
Calling out a phrase in his native tongue, the four riders were on the move again.
(AN: What I said about Spiro wanting his dancers to be bright eyed and bushy tailed early in the morning is very true. Having a ballet class at 8:00 AM in Saturdays, is a very good way to learn about that. Please review- --good, bad, indifferent---I don't care!)