Ok. I didn't include a disclaimer in my first one, so sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own and don't wanna.oh wait, that's a downright lie.ok how bout this. I don't own but would seriously wanna own the characters from lotr. Got that Tolkien? runs and hides in trashcan DON'T KILL ME TOLKIEN!!!!
To all my luverly reviewers:
Cry: oopsie. well, there is a glirl, and she comes in this chapter. Sorry, so sorry. I'll make sure something VERY HORRIBLE happens to her. I swear.
I have a lot of homework, so I might not get the next chapter in until I get some more reviews.hint hint
Chapter 2: (I know, corny, chapter two, blah blah blah)
They had been walking for what had seemed forever. They were freezing cold, and the night was not fairing them well. At every rustle of a bush, they prayed to whomever they would like, hoping that the warg wasn't tailing them
"What is that Aragorn? Do my eyes deceive me, or is there a light ahead?" said Borimir, panting, nearly crying from the pain in his knee. Damn. He had wrenched it.
Aragorn peered farther ahead. "Tis a light! Borimir! We are saved. Even if it is an orc camp, we need the warmth." and he trailed off into silence. They seemed to get no closer, no matter how fast or how slow they walked. But soon, passing through the trees, they came upon a small shack, with a glowing fire.
Borimir walked to the door, and knocked loudly. The door swung open, and lightning flashed. In the doorway, was a beautiful girl, with raven black hair, and eyes that were an emerald green. Her eyes widened as she took in the wounded warriors.
"Come in!" she cried, ushering them all in. One look at the unconscious elf, and she went right to work. She carefully yet quickly removed Legolas from Aragorn's hands, and laid him on a couch. Some things in the room were quite unfamiliar, but they kept their mouths shut.
She ran to her closet, and took from it, three woolen robes. "Take off your tunics and weapons, and lay them in a pile. Put these on, and get warm by the fire. Change your friend as well." And she walked off into another room.
Aragorn and Borimir removed their shirts and tunics, and did the same for Legolas. But Aragorn was sure to place his sword next to him. He did not want this female, kind as she may be, to lay her hands on it.
She came back with her hand full with three large bowls of soup. She laid them out, her pale, porcelain skin shimmering in the firelight. She was wearing a simple dress, brown, with tight sleeves so they wouldn't get in her way. The bodice was tight, and the skirt long and flowing.
"Eat." She said simply, waiting for them to comply. They did, and the soup warmed them from the inside out. She walked to Legolas, and spooned the soup into his mouth, waited two seconds, and when he did not swallow reflexively, she ran her thumb up and down his throat. He swallowed.
She continued that until he began to swallow by himself. "Remove him of his shoes, and continue feeding him." She walked away, taking their wet things with her.
Aragorn looked at Borimir. Borimir was still eating his soup, or what was left of it. Smiling, he began to feed Legolas. Suddenly Legolas coughed, sputtered, and opened his eyes.
"Aragorn? Is that you? Where are we?" Aragorn looked joyfully back at the elf, who lay there, looking cold, wet, and positively bewildered as to where he was.
"I wish I knew," said Aragorn truthfully. "We were walking, and we came upon this house."
"And I am glad you did. Any longer and this elf would have been saying hello to something not many other elves get to see." She had come back. Aragorn turned, ready to ask his question, but Borimir asked it for him.
"Who are you?" she looked at Borimir in surprise. Then she said, "My name is Eodriel. I live in this forest by myself. I do not," she said, walking to Borimir, and tilting his chin up to look at her, "I repeat, do not, take 'No' for an answer."
Aragorn was confused. Why no? Then he almost laughed. She took Borimir's hand and made him stand. Then she rid him of his robe. She quickly yet softly ran her hands down his side. When she reached a certain point, Borimir cried out in pain. She smiled.
"Broken rib. As I feared. Stand still." She then took an herb that was hanging by her door, and mashed it, mixing it with water. She spread the paste on Borimir's wound, then tightly wrapped him. As she bent down to get the last of him, Borimir winked at Aragorn and Legolas.
She stood quickly. She turned to Aragorn. "Here. All you have are slight bruises. You were lucky. When she was wrapping his head wound, Aragorn's head was in a slightly embarrassing spot. She blushed slightly too.
"Drink this." She handed him a drink that smelled good, and Aragorn couldn't wait to taste it. It was the most wonderful thing he had ever drank in his life. He finished it in one gulp. "Go lie by the fire. You must get warmer." She rid him of his robe as well.
Eodriel then looked at Legolas. Taking his robe off of him slowly, as to not cause this elf more pain, she frowned. "You have heavy bruising around your abdomen. Do you hurt anywhere else?"
Legolas began to blush. He didn't want to say it, but his upper thigh was hurting horribly. He decided to get his wrist wrapped first. "My wrist," he said hesitantly. She looked deep in his eyes, probing for something. He felt her gaze sharpen, and he closed his eyes.
When he opened them, she was wrapping his wrist up. "You do know that you will have a slightly handicapped aim with your bow, am I correct?" Legolas looked at her, surprised. How did she know? She saw his look. "Your friends, when they rid you of your weapons, your quiver was full of arrows, and the straps were weathered, but your string was nice and new. The wood was slightly scratched, so the bow itself was not all that new."
"You are correct." Legolas didn't like to admit it, but this woman was almost enchanting to look at. 'She must be an elf,' he thought, although he hadn't seen her ears yet. And elves did not have black hair.
Eodriel sat on the side of the couch, and placed an hand on his knee. "There's something you're not telling me," she said. He blushed, although it was hard to see on his now very pale, whitened features. He closed his eyes, then opened them, mind resolved.
"My upper left thigh." He watched as her cheeks reddened slightly. She gave him a 'May I?' look. He nodded, ready for the worst. She slowly ran her hand up his thigh.
Borimir glanced at the elf. His eyes were shut, and he was blushing slightly. He leaned over to Aragorn. "Aragorn," he whispered, quietly enough so the elf wouldn't hear.
Aragorn turned from his staring into the fire. "Yes Borimir?"
Borimir nodded in Legolas' general direction. Aragorn glanced over. He almost laughed. Borimir leaned over to Aragorn, and whispered into his ear, "Bloody elf." They both began to chuckle.
All of a sudden their laughing was ended by an outcry, and several gasps. Legolas' eyes were wide with pain and shock. Eodriel was frowning. "I'm, I'm going to have to." She blushed again, deeper then the first. Legolas nodded.
"Anything to rid me of this pain." Aragorn and Borimir had no idea what they were talking about. Then Eodriel took out a small, very sharp dagger. They all held their breath. She calmly cut his leggings, from about a foot down from the top of his leggings. It was quite high.
She gently tugged and pulled the severed part off, leaving one leg fully covered, and one leg bare except for a foot of fabric from the top. Aragorn and Borimir exchanged envious glances. The elf's legs were hairless, and smooth. They were highly muscular, yet almost feminine in appearance. But the both knew a single kick to the stomach, powered by those legs, could send a man flying into a wall.
Eodriel softly spoke in elvish, reassuring Legolas as she rubbed oils on his leg. Then she wrapped him up, put a small, stiff but slightly flexible stick in the wrappings to keep it straight, and stood, gently placing a hand on his forehead. "Sleep my friend." And Legolas quickly stopped blinking, to rest with his eyes open.
Turning to face the men, she said, blushing, "I've done worse." And walked swiftly out of the room.
Disclaimer: I don't own and don't wanna.oh wait, that's a downright lie.ok how bout this. I don't own but would seriously wanna own the characters from lotr. Got that Tolkien? runs and hides in trashcan DON'T KILL ME TOLKIEN!!!!
To all my luverly reviewers:
Cry: oopsie. well, there is a glirl, and she comes in this chapter. Sorry, so sorry. I'll make sure something VERY HORRIBLE happens to her. I swear.
I have a lot of homework, so I might not get the next chapter in until I get some more reviews.hint hint
Chapter 2: (I know, corny, chapter two, blah blah blah)
They had been walking for what had seemed forever. They were freezing cold, and the night was not fairing them well. At every rustle of a bush, they prayed to whomever they would like, hoping that the warg wasn't tailing them
"What is that Aragorn? Do my eyes deceive me, or is there a light ahead?" said Borimir, panting, nearly crying from the pain in his knee. Damn. He had wrenched it.
Aragorn peered farther ahead. "Tis a light! Borimir! We are saved. Even if it is an orc camp, we need the warmth." and he trailed off into silence. They seemed to get no closer, no matter how fast or how slow they walked. But soon, passing through the trees, they came upon a small shack, with a glowing fire.
Borimir walked to the door, and knocked loudly. The door swung open, and lightning flashed. In the doorway, was a beautiful girl, with raven black hair, and eyes that were an emerald green. Her eyes widened as she took in the wounded warriors.
"Come in!" she cried, ushering them all in. One look at the unconscious elf, and she went right to work. She carefully yet quickly removed Legolas from Aragorn's hands, and laid him on a couch. Some things in the room were quite unfamiliar, but they kept their mouths shut.
She ran to her closet, and took from it, three woolen robes. "Take off your tunics and weapons, and lay them in a pile. Put these on, and get warm by the fire. Change your friend as well." And she walked off into another room.
Aragorn and Borimir removed their shirts and tunics, and did the same for Legolas. But Aragorn was sure to place his sword next to him. He did not want this female, kind as she may be, to lay her hands on it.
She came back with her hand full with three large bowls of soup. She laid them out, her pale, porcelain skin shimmering in the firelight. She was wearing a simple dress, brown, with tight sleeves so they wouldn't get in her way. The bodice was tight, and the skirt long and flowing.
"Eat." She said simply, waiting for them to comply. They did, and the soup warmed them from the inside out. She walked to Legolas, and spooned the soup into his mouth, waited two seconds, and when he did not swallow reflexively, she ran her thumb up and down his throat. He swallowed.
She continued that until he began to swallow by himself. "Remove him of his shoes, and continue feeding him." She walked away, taking their wet things with her.
Aragorn looked at Borimir. Borimir was still eating his soup, or what was left of it. Smiling, he began to feed Legolas. Suddenly Legolas coughed, sputtered, and opened his eyes.
"Aragorn? Is that you? Where are we?" Aragorn looked joyfully back at the elf, who lay there, looking cold, wet, and positively bewildered as to where he was.
"I wish I knew," said Aragorn truthfully. "We were walking, and we came upon this house."
"And I am glad you did. Any longer and this elf would have been saying hello to something not many other elves get to see." She had come back. Aragorn turned, ready to ask his question, but Borimir asked it for him.
"Who are you?" she looked at Borimir in surprise. Then she said, "My name is Eodriel. I live in this forest by myself. I do not," she said, walking to Borimir, and tilting his chin up to look at her, "I repeat, do not, take 'No' for an answer."
Aragorn was confused. Why no? Then he almost laughed. She took Borimir's hand and made him stand. Then she rid him of his robe. She quickly yet softly ran her hands down his side. When she reached a certain point, Borimir cried out in pain. She smiled.
"Broken rib. As I feared. Stand still." She then took an herb that was hanging by her door, and mashed it, mixing it with water. She spread the paste on Borimir's wound, then tightly wrapped him. As she bent down to get the last of him, Borimir winked at Aragorn and Legolas.
She stood quickly. She turned to Aragorn. "Here. All you have are slight bruises. You were lucky. When she was wrapping his head wound, Aragorn's head was in a slightly embarrassing spot. She blushed slightly too.
"Drink this." She handed him a drink that smelled good, and Aragorn couldn't wait to taste it. It was the most wonderful thing he had ever drank in his life. He finished it in one gulp. "Go lie by the fire. You must get warmer." She rid him of his robe as well.
Eodriel then looked at Legolas. Taking his robe off of him slowly, as to not cause this elf more pain, she frowned. "You have heavy bruising around your abdomen. Do you hurt anywhere else?"
Legolas began to blush. He didn't want to say it, but his upper thigh was hurting horribly. He decided to get his wrist wrapped first. "My wrist," he said hesitantly. She looked deep in his eyes, probing for something. He felt her gaze sharpen, and he closed his eyes.
When he opened them, she was wrapping his wrist up. "You do know that you will have a slightly handicapped aim with your bow, am I correct?" Legolas looked at her, surprised. How did she know? She saw his look. "Your friends, when they rid you of your weapons, your quiver was full of arrows, and the straps were weathered, but your string was nice and new. The wood was slightly scratched, so the bow itself was not all that new."
"You are correct." Legolas didn't like to admit it, but this woman was almost enchanting to look at. 'She must be an elf,' he thought, although he hadn't seen her ears yet. And elves did not have black hair.
Eodriel sat on the side of the couch, and placed an hand on his knee. "There's something you're not telling me," she said. He blushed, although it was hard to see on his now very pale, whitened features. He closed his eyes, then opened them, mind resolved.
"My upper left thigh." He watched as her cheeks reddened slightly. She gave him a 'May I?' look. He nodded, ready for the worst. She slowly ran her hand up his thigh.
Borimir glanced at the elf. His eyes were shut, and he was blushing slightly. He leaned over to Aragorn. "Aragorn," he whispered, quietly enough so the elf wouldn't hear.
Aragorn turned from his staring into the fire. "Yes Borimir?"
Borimir nodded in Legolas' general direction. Aragorn glanced over. He almost laughed. Borimir leaned over to Aragorn, and whispered into his ear, "Bloody elf." They both began to chuckle.
All of a sudden their laughing was ended by an outcry, and several gasps. Legolas' eyes were wide with pain and shock. Eodriel was frowning. "I'm, I'm going to have to." She blushed again, deeper then the first. Legolas nodded.
"Anything to rid me of this pain." Aragorn and Borimir had no idea what they were talking about. Then Eodriel took out a small, very sharp dagger. They all held their breath. She calmly cut his leggings, from about a foot down from the top of his leggings. It was quite high.
She gently tugged and pulled the severed part off, leaving one leg fully covered, and one leg bare except for a foot of fabric from the top. Aragorn and Borimir exchanged envious glances. The elf's legs were hairless, and smooth. They were highly muscular, yet almost feminine in appearance. But the both knew a single kick to the stomach, powered by those legs, could send a man flying into a wall.
Eodriel softly spoke in elvish, reassuring Legolas as she rubbed oils on his leg. Then she wrapped him up, put a small, stiff but slightly flexible stick in the wrappings to keep it straight, and stood, gently placing a hand on his forehead. "Sleep my friend." And Legolas quickly stopped blinking, to rest with his eyes open.
Turning to face the men, she said, blushing, "I've done worse." And walked swiftly out of the room.