Disclaimer/Authors Note: Any reviews are appreciated or helpful hints on how to improve the story. Not really sure where this might go, but I can tell you it will be a Legolas/Lillian(i.e. Anaraisiliel) fic. All characters, besides the ones that are mine (i.e. Lillian, Dorwin, etc.), belong to Tolkien. Any names, or such, included. Alright, here goes...
Summary: A young healer with no past is run out of Gondor by a group of soldiers, leaving her younger brother behind. On her way through the wilderness she runs into the Fellowship. Her adventure begins with a run in with an elf.
Pairings: Legolas/Lillian, Aragorn/Arwen, and Dorwin/Tinathowen
* Means that it is translated from either Elvish, or Rohirrim language.
Preface: The Beginning of it all
The noon day bell rang out over the city as the sun continued to shine down on the cobbled streets. The city was alive with activity as people bustled about trying to complete their day's duties. Suddenly, through the happy murmurings and joyful laughter that filled the streets, a horn sounded across the plain. The talking died down, and the people turned their eyes toward the large wooden gates that stood as the entrance to the city.
The horn sounded again, and this time two guards could be seen making there way toward the gate at a steady pace. Once the reached the doors the tallest guard signaled to a man on the tower to open the gate. Almost immediately the doors began to open and the shadow that they cast was pushed aside. A little ways down the plain a small cavalry of horses was steadily making there way closer.
A few moments later they were stopped and questioned by the guards from the tower and pointed in the direction up the hill. A few men stayed behind with some of the horses while the others made their way up the road. A distinct feeling of unease swept through the town, as a man could be seen being carried between a few of his fellow soldiers up the road. What no one took notice of, was a small boy running up the hill ahead of them as fast as his legs could carry him.
Meanwhile, near the top of the hill, a young girl around the age of nineteen was putting the last ingredients into a vial to complete her sleeping drought. She smiled proudly as she held the small bottle up to the light and moved it slowly from side to side. She stood up from her chair and was just about to place the vial into an open cupboard when a young boy burst through the door yelling, "Lalaith! Lalaith! Soldiers are coming!"
The pride that Lalaith had been feeling quickly shattered as her vial slipped out of her hands and broke open on the floor. She cursed slightly before turning to glare at her new guest.
"Vinyaithil*, how many times have I told you not to frighten me so." Vinyaithil lowered his eyes and began to grind his big toe into the ground. "I'm sorry Layla, it's just that, I thought you would want to know that there are soldiers in the city." Lalaith sighed heavily as she felt her anger edge away at the sight of Vinyaithil's guilt.
"It's all right Ithil, you need not feel guilty. It was my own mistake for being so easily frightened. So tell me, why is it so important for me to know that there are soldiers in the city? Are they lighting houses on fire?"
Ithil's head titled slightly in confusion. "No, no fires." "Then why is it that you come calling?" Ithil's face lit up as if he had gotten a new toy. "Because they are coming here Layla!" Lalaith's face paled slightly and she made her way quickly towards the door. A group of 6 or more soldiers was slowly making there way up the hill towards the hut.
"Oh dear" Lalaith muttered. She placed her hands firmly on Vinyaithil's shoulders and blocked the doorway into the hut. When the soldiers finally arrived this was the sight that their eyes were met with.
A stocky guard stepped forward and bowed slightly before asking, "is this the house of Lady Lillian Celos*?"
For a moment Lalaith simply looked at him defiantly. Then she took a breath and replied, "maybe it is, who shall I say is asking for her?" The guard took a step backwards and pointed toward the group of soldiers seemingly bending over something. Lalaith stood her ground and waited for the guard to say something else.
"Tell her, a man in dire need of help is asking." At that, the group broke apart slightly and a man could be seen being held up by two of his friends in the midst of the other soldiers. A small gasp escaped her lips as she held a hand to her chest.
A small pool of blood could be seen at the foot of the injured man. Lalaith quickly moved aside and rushed toward the back room. The sound of movement could be heard and hushed talking.
The soldiers made their way into the first room and set their man down on a make shift bed in the corner. A slight moaning could be heard as the man was finally settled.
A few moments later, Lalaith entered with a few wet towels and bowl of water. She pushed aside a few of the soldiers and made her way to the cot. As she set the bowl down, a shorter soldier grabbed onto her arm and asked roughly, "Are you the Lady Lillian or not?"
Lalaith pulled her arm away and scowled up at the man. She noticed a few abrasions on him as well before focusing her eyes back on the man in front of her. As she reached for a piece of cloth, the soldier grabbed her arm again and practically shouted, "Did you not hear me you stupid wench! Where is Lady Lillian?!"
This time Lalaith did not have to pull her arm away. The soldier quickly let her go, covering it with a piece of his sleeve so as to stop the bleeding that was now coming from a wound on the top of it. Almost immediately, a resonating voice sounded from behind them and the soldiers in the room quickly turned round to see who was speaking.
A tall, thin, young women was seen standing with a knife in her right hand, a slight tinge of red visible on the tip. She took a step forward and said quite plainly, "That is not Lady Lillian, I am. And if you don't want to lose your hand I suggest you keep it to yourself."
Translations:
*Lalaith = 'Laughter'
*Vinyaithil = 'New moon'
*Celos = 'Flowing Snow'
Alright, tell me what you think, please! Try and be nice!