The Starlord and the Warlady
Disclaimer: Shadowsong no own LOTR or Aida. You no sue Shadowsong. Shadowsong own Leahnlah, Lissie Cairdal, and Stella. You ask and Shadowsong no sue you. You have question?
Author's Notes: To explain the disclaimer: This is a Haldir/Original fic. The original character is Leahnlah. She is Aragorn's twin sister. She falls in love with Haldir, of all people. Lissie and Stella will show up later.
Chapter 1: Leahnlah
I shivered slightly, wishing I dared to make a fire. To sum my life up in two words: it sucked. I mean, it *really, really* sucked. I had spent the last twenty-odd years playing cat-and-mouse with various goblins, orcs, and other creatures like that.
I stared up at the stars and tried to remember their names. When the names wouldn't come to me, I began to panic. 'Have I lost so much of my childhood?' I asked myself. I shuddered at the thought. I called up the faces of the six people who meant more to me than all the world aside:
Elrohir, my eldest foster-brother. He always seemed to look down on me. But then again, he seemed to look down on everyone, and I *was* short. Besides, he taught me how to properly use a bow. That knowledge had saved my life more than once. Not that it was worth saving.
Elladan, Elrohir's twin brother. He had a ready smile and was always willing to explain to me whatever I needed to know. A true sweetheart, and the best male friend a girl could ask for.
Lord Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir's father, and my foster-father. I don't know exactly why, but.he was considered an extremely charismatic leader, and I knew why. He just let off an aura of confidence. And regality. Regalness? Whatever.
My mother, Gilraen. Well, she's my *mother.* What do you expect?
Anaiyah, Lord Elrond's younger daughter and my best friend in the entire world. She falls under the category of "best female friend a girl could ask for."
And Estel, my twin brother. My beloved twin who had died that terrifying day twenty-odd years ago that began my endless cat-and-mouse game.
But the question remained: who was that cat, and who was the mouse?
I brooded on that for a few moments.
Hearing a noise, I jumped up. I cocked my head, recognized the gait of goblins. By the sound of it, almost a hundred.
"*Shit!*" I hissed. I made sure my hair-which *always* refused to behave-was secure and wouldn't get in my way. By the time I was satisfied, the goblins had caught up with me. I sighed, and drew my sword. Then I thought for a moment, sheathed the sword-with luck, I wouldn't have to use it-and got out my bow. "Gentlemen, a pleasure. Isn't this getting a bit old? That was the wrong thing to say, wasn't it? Oh, well. Shall we?"
I began running.
* * *
I didn't *mean* to go into Lothlorien. I really didn't. I just saw the woods, and I wasn't really paying attention. I was kind of running for my life at the time. "Damn, damn, damn," I kept muttering. I shot over my shoulder every few seconds, trying to force them to keep their distance. It didn't work very well. I briefly considered cursing the living daylights out of them, but I figured shooting was enough. Besides, they'd probably just return the favor. Add insult to injury by cursing the living daylights out of *me.*
Valar, what a cynical bitch I'd become.
After a moment, I noticed something was wrong. There was no return fire. I glanced back. There were no goblins. I sensed movement before me. I crashed into an *extremely* startled-looking elf, was flung back against a tree, and lost consciousness.
My last thought before darkness closed in was wondering whether the startled-looking elf would curse the living daylights out of me if I tried to do so to him.
Valar, I really *was* a cynical bitch!
(A/N: To clear something up: no, Estel is not dead. We all know that. Leahnlah-mistakenly-believes he is. Silly Leahnlah.)
Disclaimer: Shadowsong no own LOTR or Aida. You no sue Shadowsong. Shadowsong own Leahnlah, Lissie Cairdal, and Stella. You ask and Shadowsong no sue you. You have question?
Author's Notes: To explain the disclaimer: This is a Haldir/Original fic. The original character is Leahnlah. She is Aragorn's twin sister. She falls in love with Haldir, of all people. Lissie and Stella will show up later.
Chapter 1: Leahnlah
I shivered slightly, wishing I dared to make a fire. To sum my life up in two words: it sucked. I mean, it *really, really* sucked. I had spent the last twenty-odd years playing cat-and-mouse with various goblins, orcs, and other creatures like that.
I stared up at the stars and tried to remember their names. When the names wouldn't come to me, I began to panic. 'Have I lost so much of my childhood?' I asked myself. I shuddered at the thought. I called up the faces of the six people who meant more to me than all the world aside:
Elrohir, my eldest foster-brother. He always seemed to look down on me. But then again, he seemed to look down on everyone, and I *was* short. Besides, he taught me how to properly use a bow. That knowledge had saved my life more than once. Not that it was worth saving.
Elladan, Elrohir's twin brother. He had a ready smile and was always willing to explain to me whatever I needed to know. A true sweetheart, and the best male friend a girl could ask for.
Lord Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir's father, and my foster-father. I don't know exactly why, but.he was considered an extremely charismatic leader, and I knew why. He just let off an aura of confidence. And regality. Regalness? Whatever.
My mother, Gilraen. Well, she's my *mother.* What do you expect?
Anaiyah, Lord Elrond's younger daughter and my best friend in the entire world. She falls under the category of "best female friend a girl could ask for."
And Estel, my twin brother. My beloved twin who had died that terrifying day twenty-odd years ago that began my endless cat-and-mouse game.
But the question remained: who was that cat, and who was the mouse?
I brooded on that for a few moments.
Hearing a noise, I jumped up. I cocked my head, recognized the gait of goblins. By the sound of it, almost a hundred.
"*Shit!*" I hissed. I made sure my hair-which *always* refused to behave-was secure and wouldn't get in my way. By the time I was satisfied, the goblins had caught up with me. I sighed, and drew my sword. Then I thought for a moment, sheathed the sword-with luck, I wouldn't have to use it-and got out my bow. "Gentlemen, a pleasure. Isn't this getting a bit old? That was the wrong thing to say, wasn't it? Oh, well. Shall we?"
I began running.
* * *
I didn't *mean* to go into Lothlorien. I really didn't. I just saw the woods, and I wasn't really paying attention. I was kind of running for my life at the time. "Damn, damn, damn," I kept muttering. I shot over my shoulder every few seconds, trying to force them to keep their distance. It didn't work very well. I briefly considered cursing the living daylights out of them, but I figured shooting was enough. Besides, they'd probably just return the favor. Add insult to injury by cursing the living daylights out of *me.*
Valar, what a cynical bitch I'd become.
After a moment, I noticed something was wrong. There was no return fire. I glanced back. There were no goblins. I sensed movement before me. I crashed into an *extremely* startled-looking elf, was flung back against a tree, and lost consciousness.
My last thought before darkness closed in was wondering whether the startled-looking elf would curse the living daylights out of me if I tried to do so to him.
Valar, I really *was* a cynical bitch!
(A/N: To clear something up: no, Estel is not dead. We all know that. Leahnlah-mistakenly-believes he is. Silly Leahnlah.)