Miriel vaulted onto her horse
"Let's go kick some orc ass!" she said grinning mischievously. Winding her fingers in her horse's (Larkiel) mane, she pressed her calves lightly against her horse's flanks and disappeared among the trees of Mirkwood. Grinning, Ewen and her horse Piron followed Miriel on a winding, twisting path through the forest.
Silence reigned over the forest, caught in the lonely quiet of morning with the barest rays fingers of sunshine creeping their way through the thick canopy of leaves overhead. A thick, leafy carpet blanketed the forest floor while trees of many names-but mainly rowan and oak- grew densely on all sides. A thin, fragile layer of mist covered dew drops glistening like diamonds on green plant tendrils rising up lazily from the ground. The sweet smell of morning laced through the air. Unable to bear the silence Ewen and Miriel began to chant - yes chant- in unison,
"Ninety nine bottles of rum on the wall, ninety nine bottles of rum. Take one down pass it around, ninety eight bottles of rum on the wall."Grinning like hobbit children with candy the two elves rode onward on a twisting path for what seemed like hours.
"One bottle of rum on the wall, one bottle of rum. Take it down, pass it around, no bottles of rum on the wall *gasp* no bottles of rum. Go to Elrohir, buy some more ninety nine bottles of rum on the wall...."
"Ewen, look there is the bank." The two elves were going to wait for the party of orcs that were heading towards the halls of Mirkwood to pass and then ambush them. Slowing their horses into a sedate and fluid walk they slid off of their horses and took a seat behind the bushes that were their cover from the road and the wind.
"My brother should be here shortly," murmured Ewen, whose twin brother was to meet them there later.
"Tell me about this brother that I have never seen," Miriel whispered with a smile.
"Don't get any ideas." Ewen said warningly
"Me? I am hurt Ewen, darling, terribly hurt. My heart weeps with your inconsiderate words to a poor Elven maiden who just needs a boyfriend." "Poor Elven Maiden my ass." Miriel smiled innocently and batted her eyelashes. Ewen snorted sarcastically.
Miriel sniffed "You had better get comfortable. Those orcs are not supposed to be here till tomorrow." Basking In the last few rays of a dying sun the elves settled down for a long night and an even longer morning. Miriel awoke from her happy place of dreams and turned over in her small nest of cloaks and a thin cotton blanket. But those were not enough to keep her warm. A trickling cold crept through her numbing fingers and legs.
With a deep-chested hacking cough she sat up at the sound of light footsteps in the forest. Swiftly and silently drawing her bow and nocking an arrow on its fine gossamer string she aimed at a moving spot in the stifling darkness.
"Put down your bow, my lady," a soft musical voice whispered in elvish.
"Who walks the forests of darkness alone in the night?" Miriel breathed softly, relieved it was not an intruder, but she was still on her guard. Ewen turned over and snored loudly.
"Shut up Legolas," she mumbled in her sleep. Miriel suppressed a smile. That was Ewen for you; pessimistic and evil :) even in her sleep.
A deep, soft chuckle escaped the lips of their intruder. 'Yes' thought Miriel. 'Definitely a male elf. Good or evil that is the question.'
"She gives me no rest, even in her sleep." The elf said, some what sadly. 'So it is Legolas'
"Would you, my lord be Legolas?"
"Yes little princess, that is I." 'Little princess!' Miriel's eyes narrowed dangerously. 'Goddamnit though that I could not see him in the light. If he is Ewen's brother he must be handsome indeed' Then shaking her head at her obsessed, crazy self she replied.
"Why would you think me a princess?" She asked suspiciously.
"Why one so fair could only be Miriel, of Nimrodel's blood herself." Legolas smiled to himself. "Sleep well, princess." Shaking her head in amazement Miriel let it drop back to her pillow. Her eyes slowly misted over and giving in to a hacking cough once more, Miriel drifted off to her happy place again. (No one ever gets that but u max. *sob*)
Legolas gazed down upon the elf he had watched over for many, many years. Of all his 2000 years he had spent many of them watching this captivating elf that had stolen his heart. Happy with being this close to her and smiling a little to himself with his memory of her earlier suspicions of him, the one who could never bring himself to hurt a single strand of hair on her beautiful head, he drifted of to his dreams.
A young and radiant sun shone down on the three sleeping travelers clustered together under the shade of an oak tree. Legolas was already awake and even though he was clearly fascinated with the surrounding landscape he could not take his eyes off Miriel. She stirred and her eyes became unclouded. Coughing loudly she sat up. Her eyes lit upon Legolas. For but a small part of a second confusion clouded her gorgeous eyes, but it was gone faster than food among a group of hobbits.
"Oh. Hello." Miriel muttered sleepily with a huge yawn and a stretch.
"Good morning, fair one."
Throwing him a puzzled look Miriel turned to Ewen and in a single movement pulled off her best friend's blankets. Legolas stifled a smile. His sister REALLY hated waking up.
"What, w-who.. MIRIEL!"
"Good morning, sunshine. Just how was your beauty sleep?"
"DIE YOU EVIL LITTLE PYSCO HAPPY PERSON" (she is temp. Channeling me max. I know u would never be so cruel *smiles to self*) "!!!! IT IS NOT VER- LEGOLAS!!!!" Ewen jumped up and hugged her twin.
"Well now that you are awake-" Miriel entered a hacking fit of coughs choking and gasping for air, practically doubling over. Legolas jumped up to help her.
"My lady, are you alright?" Worry clouded his face. "Yes, fine." Miriel waved him away. He backed off hesitantly still looking worried.
"Oooh, Miriel. He likes you!" Crowed Ewen happily.
"Shut UP EWEN!" Miriel said darkly. Legolas blushed a very deep red to the tips of his ears. 'Interesting,' Miriel thought with a small smile. 'Very interesting'
"Let's go kick some orc ass!" she said grinning mischievously. Winding her fingers in her horse's (Larkiel) mane, she pressed her calves lightly against her horse's flanks and disappeared among the trees of Mirkwood. Grinning, Ewen and her horse Piron followed Miriel on a winding, twisting path through the forest.
Silence reigned over the forest, caught in the lonely quiet of morning with the barest rays fingers of sunshine creeping their way through the thick canopy of leaves overhead. A thick, leafy carpet blanketed the forest floor while trees of many names-but mainly rowan and oak- grew densely on all sides. A thin, fragile layer of mist covered dew drops glistening like diamonds on green plant tendrils rising up lazily from the ground. The sweet smell of morning laced through the air. Unable to bear the silence Ewen and Miriel began to chant - yes chant- in unison,
"Ninety nine bottles of rum on the wall, ninety nine bottles of rum. Take one down pass it around, ninety eight bottles of rum on the wall."Grinning like hobbit children with candy the two elves rode onward on a twisting path for what seemed like hours.
"One bottle of rum on the wall, one bottle of rum. Take it down, pass it around, no bottles of rum on the wall *gasp* no bottles of rum. Go to Elrohir, buy some more ninety nine bottles of rum on the wall...."
"Ewen, look there is the bank." The two elves were going to wait for the party of orcs that were heading towards the halls of Mirkwood to pass and then ambush them. Slowing their horses into a sedate and fluid walk they slid off of their horses and took a seat behind the bushes that were their cover from the road and the wind.
"My brother should be here shortly," murmured Ewen, whose twin brother was to meet them there later.
"Tell me about this brother that I have never seen," Miriel whispered with a smile.
"Don't get any ideas." Ewen said warningly
"Me? I am hurt Ewen, darling, terribly hurt. My heart weeps with your inconsiderate words to a poor Elven maiden who just needs a boyfriend." "Poor Elven Maiden my ass." Miriel smiled innocently and batted her eyelashes. Ewen snorted sarcastically.
Miriel sniffed "You had better get comfortable. Those orcs are not supposed to be here till tomorrow." Basking In the last few rays of a dying sun the elves settled down for a long night and an even longer morning. Miriel awoke from her happy place of dreams and turned over in her small nest of cloaks and a thin cotton blanket. But those were not enough to keep her warm. A trickling cold crept through her numbing fingers and legs.
With a deep-chested hacking cough she sat up at the sound of light footsteps in the forest. Swiftly and silently drawing her bow and nocking an arrow on its fine gossamer string she aimed at a moving spot in the stifling darkness.
"Put down your bow, my lady," a soft musical voice whispered in elvish.
"Who walks the forests of darkness alone in the night?" Miriel breathed softly, relieved it was not an intruder, but she was still on her guard. Ewen turned over and snored loudly.
"Shut up Legolas," she mumbled in her sleep. Miriel suppressed a smile. That was Ewen for you; pessimistic and evil :) even in her sleep.
A deep, soft chuckle escaped the lips of their intruder. 'Yes' thought Miriel. 'Definitely a male elf. Good or evil that is the question.'
"She gives me no rest, even in her sleep." The elf said, some what sadly. 'So it is Legolas'
"Would you, my lord be Legolas?"
"Yes little princess, that is I." 'Little princess!' Miriel's eyes narrowed dangerously. 'Goddamnit though that I could not see him in the light. If he is Ewen's brother he must be handsome indeed' Then shaking her head at her obsessed, crazy self she replied.
"Why would you think me a princess?" She asked suspiciously.
"Why one so fair could only be Miriel, of Nimrodel's blood herself." Legolas smiled to himself. "Sleep well, princess." Shaking her head in amazement Miriel let it drop back to her pillow. Her eyes slowly misted over and giving in to a hacking cough once more, Miriel drifted off to her happy place again. (No one ever gets that but u max. *sob*)
Legolas gazed down upon the elf he had watched over for many, many years. Of all his 2000 years he had spent many of them watching this captivating elf that had stolen his heart. Happy with being this close to her and smiling a little to himself with his memory of her earlier suspicions of him, the one who could never bring himself to hurt a single strand of hair on her beautiful head, he drifted of to his dreams.
A young and radiant sun shone down on the three sleeping travelers clustered together under the shade of an oak tree. Legolas was already awake and even though he was clearly fascinated with the surrounding landscape he could not take his eyes off Miriel. She stirred and her eyes became unclouded. Coughing loudly she sat up. Her eyes lit upon Legolas. For but a small part of a second confusion clouded her gorgeous eyes, but it was gone faster than food among a group of hobbits.
"Oh. Hello." Miriel muttered sleepily with a huge yawn and a stretch.
"Good morning, fair one."
Throwing him a puzzled look Miriel turned to Ewen and in a single movement pulled off her best friend's blankets. Legolas stifled a smile. His sister REALLY hated waking up.
"What, w-who.. MIRIEL!"
"Good morning, sunshine. Just how was your beauty sleep?"
"DIE YOU EVIL LITTLE PYSCO HAPPY PERSON" (she is temp. Channeling me max. I know u would never be so cruel *smiles to self*) "!!!! IT IS NOT VER- LEGOLAS!!!!" Ewen jumped up and hugged her twin.
"Well now that you are awake-" Miriel entered a hacking fit of coughs choking and gasping for air, practically doubling over. Legolas jumped up to help her.
"My lady, are you alright?" Worry clouded his face. "Yes, fine." Miriel waved him away. He backed off hesitantly still looking worried.
"Oooh, Miriel. He likes you!" Crowed Ewen happily.
"Shut UP EWEN!" Miriel said darkly. Legolas blushed a very deep red to the tips of his ears. 'Interesting,' Miriel thought with a small smile. 'Very interesting'