Disclaimer: I don't own any of them , 'cept for Vakyrie.
A/N: Hope you like this chapter, even though it's a little short, I promise the others will be longer, I just needed to set things up a bit.
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Valkyrie felt a strange sensation, as if she were falling down a deep chasym. She suddenly heard the sound of many voices talking swiftly among themselves in many different languages. She tried to pick out words she could recognize.
"Is she an elf?" "Is she dead?" "Where did she come from?" "How did she get here?" "Wait! I think she's wakeing!"
Valkyrie opened her eyes slowly. Her vision was fuzzy around the edges and she couldn't speak yet, but a face was beginning to come into focus. Looking down on her was a mans face, hard and chisled, yet regal, and handsome. His eyes were a wispy grey and his hair was long and a soft brown color. She felt like she should recognize him.
Suddenly, she caught sight of his ears. They were pointed. Almost elfin... wait. Elfin? Realization dawned and she found her tongue, but instead of answering in English, she decided to confirm her suspiscions.
"Manke naa lye?"
"You, young maiden, are in the city of Rivendell. I am Lord Elrond." Shock fell plainly over Vakyrie's face.
"Lord Elrond?! Rivedell?! My Lord forgive me. but, how did I arive here?! I- gah!" She winced as she tried to stand up and fell back down onto the leave strewn ground of the clearing she had awoken in. She felt a strong hand move to support her.
"Rashwe! You are injured, do not try to stand." She found herself starring into the clear eyes of Aragorn. "We do not know how you arrived here, but you a greatly injured. Let us first attend to your wounds, then you may tell us your story."
She began to feel a second wave of uncosiousness overtake her, and she began to assume it was all a dream, yet, somehow, as she felt another pair of arms gently lift her off the ground, she somehow felt at peace.
She looked up to see who was carrying her, and was surprised to see Boromir, carefully bringing her past the rest of the fellowship. They were all present: Gandalf, Frodo, Merry & Pippin, Sam, Legolas, and Gimli. Her vision began to spin, and she burried her face in Boromir's shoulder, and once again gave into the blackness.
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A/N: Hope you liked it! If you think it's slow, don't worry, in the next chappter, she'll have to explain herself to the Fellowship... a task not easily accomplished !
A/N: Hope you like this chapter, even though it's a little short, I promise the others will be longer, I just needed to set things up a bit.
(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())
Valkyrie felt a strange sensation, as if she were falling down a deep chasym. She suddenly heard the sound of many voices talking swiftly among themselves in many different languages. She tried to pick out words she could recognize.
"Is she an elf?" "Is she dead?" "Where did she come from?" "How did she get here?" "Wait! I think she's wakeing!"
Valkyrie opened her eyes slowly. Her vision was fuzzy around the edges and she couldn't speak yet, but a face was beginning to come into focus. Looking down on her was a mans face, hard and chisled, yet regal, and handsome. His eyes were a wispy grey and his hair was long and a soft brown color. She felt like she should recognize him.
Suddenly, she caught sight of his ears. They were pointed. Almost elfin... wait. Elfin? Realization dawned and she found her tongue, but instead of answering in English, she decided to confirm her suspiscions.
"Manke naa lye?"
"You, young maiden, are in the city of Rivendell. I am Lord Elrond." Shock fell plainly over Vakyrie's face.
"Lord Elrond?! Rivedell?! My Lord forgive me. but, how did I arive here?! I- gah!" She winced as she tried to stand up and fell back down onto the leave strewn ground of the clearing she had awoken in. She felt a strong hand move to support her.
"Rashwe! You are injured, do not try to stand." She found herself starring into the clear eyes of Aragorn. "We do not know how you arrived here, but you a greatly injured. Let us first attend to your wounds, then you may tell us your story."
She began to feel a second wave of uncosiousness overtake her, and she began to assume it was all a dream, yet, somehow, as she felt another pair of arms gently lift her off the ground, she somehow felt at peace.
She looked up to see who was carrying her, and was surprised to see Boromir, carefully bringing her past the rest of the fellowship. They were all present: Gandalf, Frodo, Merry & Pippin, Sam, Legolas, and Gimli. Her vision began to spin, and she burried her face in Boromir's shoulder, and once again gave into the blackness.
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A/N: Hope you liked it! If you think it's slow, don't worry, in the next chappter, she'll have to explain herself to the Fellowship... a task not easily accomplished !