Note: Sorry about the first story being kind of short. I had other stuff
that I needed to do.
Disclaimer: I only own one character the rest all belongs to J.R.R Tolkien. * Means look at the bottom of the page for translation
Chapter Two (Updated as of December 10, 2003)
The sun rose and unfolded like a flower in bloom illuminating the world. Legolas still watched the sleeping woman's face until she finally stirred. Her eyes opened abruptly. Legolas noticed they were a clear emerald color with a silver circle around her pupil. How peculiar, he thought, but his contemplating was soon interrupted when she spoke in a thick Irish accent, "Where am I and who are you?" Legolas blinked a few times astonished by the direct statement, but he saw that she was breathing labouredly from the wound and so he answered quickly, "My name is Legolas the Prince of Mirkwood Forest. My companions by the fire are Aragorn the Ranger and Gimli the Dwarf. We are on our way to the city of Rohan." "A dwarf!" she shouted so loudly that birds in the field below flew away. Gimli walked over making himself as tall as he possible could and nodded to her, "Yes elf maiden a dwarf and since you know my name you should tell us yours." She hesitated momentarily then in a husky voice said, "Nya ná essë Vanyerea *." Legolas nodded and asked Vanyerea, "Will you travel with me and my company to Rohan at least until you've healed properly?" Vanyerea looked at him with such a determination that he was suddenly frightened, "Lá,*" was her only reply.
Legolas looked into the distance and saw the black steed running forth up the hill when Vanyerea whistled. The horse was a beauty is fur as dark as its mistress' hair. Legolas looked at her fully in the daylight her lips were a ruby red, and her skin was almost milk white it was so pale, she definitely had the height, grace, and ears of an elf. Although when he looked closely he noticed her ears were pierced up to the very point. Still a very peculiar maiden, but oh is she breathtaking, he speculated.
They started off they're journey with Vanyerea wearing her torn shirt with the bandage wrapped tightly beneath. She was the only one with a steed to ride upon. She remained dark and passive even when questioned her only response was "váquet"*, not knowing that Aragorn, a human could speak fluent elvish.
When the small party noticed Aragorn had stopped they all listened carefully and saw a group of horsemen riding their way. "Rider's of Rohan!" called Aragorn and they all turned around to see the caller. They were soon surrounded and spears were pointed at them in a threatening way, until Eomer dismounted and told the others to lower their weapons. "Vanyerea? Is that you?" The others looked with confusion to one another. "Eomer, you were but a lad the last time I saw you." A huge smile replace Eomer's questioning look and he ran to hug his long lost friend. "What happened to you, I came one day and your family was mourning for your death." "I shall tell you later," she responded, "But from what I've gathered these three here have lost two friends, two hobbits to be more exact. An army of Uruk- Hai captured them. Have you seen them?" Eomer looked upon the faces of the men and shook his head no. "We slaughtered an Army back there you can go look, but I doubt they're alive." Vanyerea nodded in thanks, as they were handed two horses and the men rode away.
Note: I know it's not the best writing ever, but it will due. Note 2: And yes I know there is no Ireland in Middle Earth, but go along with it.
Translations: * Nya ná essë Vanyerea - My name is Vanyerea
Lá - Yes
Váquet - No
Please Review. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I only own one character the rest all belongs to J.R.R Tolkien. * Means look at the bottom of the page for translation
Chapter Two (Updated as of December 10, 2003)
The sun rose and unfolded like a flower in bloom illuminating the world. Legolas still watched the sleeping woman's face until she finally stirred. Her eyes opened abruptly. Legolas noticed they were a clear emerald color with a silver circle around her pupil. How peculiar, he thought, but his contemplating was soon interrupted when she spoke in a thick Irish accent, "Where am I and who are you?" Legolas blinked a few times astonished by the direct statement, but he saw that she was breathing labouredly from the wound and so he answered quickly, "My name is Legolas the Prince of Mirkwood Forest. My companions by the fire are Aragorn the Ranger and Gimli the Dwarf. We are on our way to the city of Rohan." "A dwarf!" she shouted so loudly that birds in the field below flew away. Gimli walked over making himself as tall as he possible could and nodded to her, "Yes elf maiden a dwarf and since you know my name you should tell us yours." She hesitated momentarily then in a husky voice said, "Nya ná essë Vanyerea *." Legolas nodded and asked Vanyerea, "Will you travel with me and my company to Rohan at least until you've healed properly?" Vanyerea looked at him with such a determination that he was suddenly frightened, "Lá,*" was her only reply.
Legolas looked into the distance and saw the black steed running forth up the hill when Vanyerea whistled. The horse was a beauty is fur as dark as its mistress' hair. Legolas looked at her fully in the daylight her lips were a ruby red, and her skin was almost milk white it was so pale, she definitely had the height, grace, and ears of an elf. Although when he looked closely he noticed her ears were pierced up to the very point. Still a very peculiar maiden, but oh is she breathtaking, he speculated.
They started off they're journey with Vanyerea wearing her torn shirt with the bandage wrapped tightly beneath. She was the only one with a steed to ride upon. She remained dark and passive even when questioned her only response was "váquet"*, not knowing that Aragorn, a human could speak fluent elvish.
When the small party noticed Aragorn had stopped they all listened carefully and saw a group of horsemen riding their way. "Rider's of Rohan!" called Aragorn and they all turned around to see the caller. They were soon surrounded and spears were pointed at them in a threatening way, until Eomer dismounted and told the others to lower their weapons. "Vanyerea? Is that you?" The others looked with confusion to one another. "Eomer, you were but a lad the last time I saw you." A huge smile replace Eomer's questioning look and he ran to hug his long lost friend. "What happened to you, I came one day and your family was mourning for your death." "I shall tell you later," she responded, "But from what I've gathered these three here have lost two friends, two hobbits to be more exact. An army of Uruk- Hai captured them. Have you seen them?" Eomer looked upon the faces of the men and shook his head no. "We slaughtered an Army back there you can go look, but I doubt they're alive." Vanyerea nodded in thanks, as they were handed two horses and the men rode away.
Note: I know it's not the best writing ever, but it will due. Note 2: And yes I know there is no Ireland in Middle Earth, but go along with it.
Translations: * Nya ná essë Vanyerea - My name is Vanyerea
Lá - Yes
Váquet - No
Please Review. Thanks!
