disclaimer:
~ i do not own any LotR characters, they belong to the mighty Tolkien
~ i do not own orlando bloom (awww shucks!) or any other cast members
~ i do own the plot so no copying!!!
~ i own "sabriel" to a point - name courtesy of Garth Nix's novel Sabriel
(it's good, you should check it out!) but my character has no similarity to
Mr. Nix's
note: sorry if it takes me awhile to update my chapters, i would really appreciate reviews (any suggestions, comments, constructive criticism)
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and on with the story...
Glancing at the sun outside the window, Sabriel picked up her cumbersome skirts and half-ran half-slid along the maze of corridors inside the palace. Passing various chambermaids and servants, she shouted a brief greeting to each person over her shoulder, addressing all of them by name. She flung open the heavy front wooden doors and rushed up to the top of the wall surrounding the palace. Her long dark hair flashed behind her as she dodged weapons and guards without breaking her speed. They spared her a glance and simply carried on with their tasks, not surprised by her furious speed. Sabriel came to an abrupt halt when she reached her father, Elrond, king of Rivendell, positioned above the open drawbridge. She followed his gaze to the woods that loomed before the castle.
Her elven ears picked up the sound of hoofbeats, the wild galloping getting closer by the second. Suddenly, she spotted a pack of warriors break from the trees to rush at the drawbridge, thundering over the moat and into the great palace. Sabriel barked a sharp order to the gatekeeper, who immediately raised the drawbridge as the last rider entered the pearly walls. Following her father, Sabriel descended to the courtyard to greet the guests. She was not surprised to see numerous familiar faces among the assembled nobles, for all were representatives summoned to a meeting with her father over the recently arrived hobbit company.
Sabriel came to a stop next to her father before the waiting men. Lord Elrond gazed at the dismounted nobles and announced in a ringing voice, "My lords, I am pleased to see you all have arrived safe and well. The meeting will be held this afternoon after you all have time to freshen up and share a noontime meal. My footmen will personally see each of you to your rooms, lunch is at one sharp." Hearing the dismissal in her father's voice, Sabriel signaled the grooms with a snap of her fingers. The well-trained boys immediately stepped forward to receive a horse and led them to the stables to be housed. With a flick of her wrist, Sabriel signaled to the waiting footmen, who bowed to their guests and led them towards the huge palace.
Lord Elrond clasped his hands behind his back and strolled towards the rose garden, Sabriel tagging along behind like a curious puppy. Lord Elrond smiled quietly to himself as he walked among the fragrant blooms and awaited his daughter's eager questions.
"Papa, you told them the meeting was this afternoon. What are you going to talk about? Can I come, too? Will the hobbits be there? I've never seen a hobbit before, I wonder what they look like? Please can I go to get a glimpse of them, Papa? It's no fair, Arwen gets all the fun like riding around with injured hobbits across her saddlebags-"
Elrond turned towards his daughter and cut in as she stopped for breath. "Calm down, Sabriel. Yes, you may come to the meeting because I need your advice on strategies and supplies. The hobbits will be there, so you can see them before they leave on their trip."
Sabriel's dark eyes shone as she threw her arms around her father and did a happy dance. Elrond was caught off guard by his daughter's unusual show of affection. "Thank you so much, Papa! You're the greatest!" With a squeal, she skipped off to her room to change into more comfortable clothes for her morning duties.
Elrond turned back to the roses, an amused smile playing on his lips as he remembered Sabriel's spontaneous hug and obvious joy. He loved to please his second daughter because she rarely showed excessive feelings - her excitement today was very much a rarity. Sabriel was quiet, mysterious, and hard to read. She was serious by nature and very focused. In contrast, Elrond's first daughter, Arwen, was submissive and reclusive, preferring to be alone and never arguing with anyone. It was easy to see how the two were sisters - their characteristics were very similar. However, Sabriel enjoyed training with the soldiers and riding in the woods while Arwen preferred studying magic and healing skills. Both daughters were clever and wise in their own ways, they listened and observed before making conclusions.
It was rare for elven maidens or lads to have dark hair, even rarer for them to have curls or dark eyes. Most elves had straight blond hair and blue eyes. Another way that Arwen and Sabriel were alike was that both girls had dark curls and dark eyes, making them stand out among a crowd. It also gave them a mysterious kind of presence. Elrond thought sadly, their mother had also been dark in complexion, and seeing his daughters brought back memories of her.
His thoughts grew pensive as he thought about his eldest. Arwen was most definitely in love, but he was not sure with whom. Elrond knew that his daughter had not selected a simple elven prince - that would be too easy. With a rueful smile, Elrond remembered how Arwen always seemed to choose an uncertain path over a simple and clear one. Between his two very different daughters, Elrond would find himself turning old before his time!
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Legolas strode behind his guide along the halls of the palace. He was thinking about Elrond's welcome and the commanding beauty by his side. Legolas was a family friend and had spent much time with Elrond's family as a child. He had been playmates with Arwen, for they were much the same age. However, Sabriel was a couple of decades younger and usually ignored by the older children. She had tagged along, thumb in mouth and a puppy or kitten always at her heels, but she had watched the children play from a distance. Legolas had never paid much attention to the shy little tot other than to give an absent tug on one of her dark curls when he passed her by. Now the babe was gone and a stunning beauty had taken its place.
Legolas thought about those lush curls, hair shining in the sunlight, vibrant with color. Those dark, sparkling eyes. Full lips, even fuller curves. Yep, it was no mistake. Sabriel was definitely a woman. Her gown had been a modest morning dress, but it still had showed full, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and rounded hips. Long legs had reached the ground, and shapely ankles were revealed when she ran with her skirt clutched in her hands, which was often. The tanned skin, the swaying hips... Legolas groaned silently as he hardened with desire.
The footman halted abruptly before a door, Legolas almost slamming into him from behind. With an inward sigh of relief, Legolas nodded his thanks and then entered the room. Time for a long hot shower... actually, better make that a long cold shower...
note: sorry if it takes me awhile to update my chapters, i would really appreciate reviews (any suggestions, comments, constructive criticism)
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and on with the story...
Glancing at the sun outside the window, Sabriel picked up her cumbersome skirts and half-ran half-slid along the maze of corridors inside the palace. Passing various chambermaids and servants, she shouted a brief greeting to each person over her shoulder, addressing all of them by name. She flung open the heavy front wooden doors and rushed up to the top of the wall surrounding the palace. Her long dark hair flashed behind her as she dodged weapons and guards without breaking her speed. They spared her a glance and simply carried on with their tasks, not surprised by her furious speed. Sabriel came to an abrupt halt when she reached her father, Elrond, king of Rivendell, positioned above the open drawbridge. She followed his gaze to the woods that loomed before the castle.
Her elven ears picked up the sound of hoofbeats, the wild galloping getting closer by the second. Suddenly, she spotted a pack of warriors break from the trees to rush at the drawbridge, thundering over the moat and into the great palace. Sabriel barked a sharp order to the gatekeeper, who immediately raised the drawbridge as the last rider entered the pearly walls. Following her father, Sabriel descended to the courtyard to greet the guests. She was not surprised to see numerous familiar faces among the assembled nobles, for all were representatives summoned to a meeting with her father over the recently arrived hobbit company.
Sabriel came to a stop next to her father before the waiting men. Lord Elrond gazed at the dismounted nobles and announced in a ringing voice, "My lords, I am pleased to see you all have arrived safe and well. The meeting will be held this afternoon after you all have time to freshen up and share a noontime meal. My footmen will personally see each of you to your rooms, lunch is at one sharp." Hearing the dismissal in her father's voice, Sabriel signaled the grooms with a snap of her fingers. The well-trained boys immediately stepped forward to receive a horse and led them to the stables to be housed. With a flick of her wrist, Sabriel signaled to the waiting footmen, who bowed to their guests and led them towards the huge palace.
Lord Elrond clasped his hands behind his back and strolled towards the rose garden, Sabriel tagging along behind like a curious puppy. Lord Elrond smiled quietly to himself as he walked among the fragrant blooms and awaited his daughter's eager questions.
"Papa, you told them the meeting was this afternoon. What are you going to talk about? Can I come, too? Will the hobbits be there? I've never seen a hobbit before, I wonder what they look like? Please can I go to get a glimpse of them, Papa? It's no fair, Arwen gets all the fun like riding around with injured hobbits across her saddlebags-"
Elrond turned towards his daughter and cut in as she stopped for breath. "Calm down, Sabriel. Yes, you may come to the meeting because I need your advice on strategies and supplies. The hobbits will be there, so you can see them before they leave on their trip."
Sabriel's dark eyes shone as she threw her arms around her father and did a happy dance. Elrond was caught off guard by his daughter's unusual show of affection. "Thank you so much, Papa! You're the greatest!" With a squeal, she skipped off to her room to change into more comfortable clothes for her morning duties.
Elrond turned back to the roses, an amused smile playing on his lips as he remembered Sabriel's spontaneous hug and obvious joy. He loved to please his second daughter because she rarely showed excessive feelings - her excitement today was very much a rarity. Sabriel was quiet, mysterious, and hard to read. She was serious by nature and very focused. In contrast, Elrond's first daughter, Arwen, was submissive and reclusive, preferring to be alone and never arguing with anyone. It was easy to see how the two were sisters - their characteristics were very similar. However, Sabriel enjoyed training with the soldiers and riding in the woods while Arwen preferred studying magic and healing skills. Both daughters were clever and wise in their own ways, they listened and observed before making conclusions.
It was rare for elven maidens or lads to have dark hair, even rarer for them to have curls or dark eyes. Most elves had straight blond hair and blue eyes. Another way that Arwen and Sabriel were alike was that both girls had dark curls and dark eyes, making them stand out among a crowd. It also gave them a mysterious kind of presence. Elrond thought sadly, their mother had also been dark in complexion, and seeing his daughters brought back memories of her.
His thoughts grew pensive as he thought about his eldest. Arwen was most definitely in love, but he was not sure with whom. Elrond knew that his daughter had not selected a simple elven prince - that would be too easy. With a rueful smile, Elrond remembered how Arwen always seemed to choose an uncertain path over a simple and clear one. Between his two very different daughters, Elrond would find himself turning old before his time!
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Legolas strode behind his guide along the halls of the palace. He was thinking about Elrond's welcome and the commanding beauty by his side. Legolas was a family friend and had spent much time with Elrond's family as a child. He had been playmates with Arwen, for they were much the same age. However, Sabriel was a couple of decades younger and usually ignored by the older children. She had tagged along, thumb in mouth and a puppy or kitten always at her heels, but she had watched the children play from a distance. Legolas had never paid much attention to the shy little tot other than to give an absent tug on one of her dark curls when he passed her by. Now the babe was gone and a stunning beauty had taken its place.
Legolas thought about those lush curls, hair shining in the sunlight, vibrant with color. Those dark, sparkling eyes. Full lips, even fuller curves. Yep, it was no mistake. Sabriel was definitely a woman. Her gown had been a modest morning dress, but it still had showed full, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and rounded hips. Long legs had reached the ground, and shapely ankles were revealed when she ran with her skirt clutched in her hands, which was often. The tanned skin, the swaying hips... Legolas groaned silently as he hardened with desire.
The footman halted abruptly before a door, Legolas almost slamming into him from behind. With an inward sigh of relief, Legolas nodded his thanks and then entered the room. Time for a long hot shower... actually, better make that a long cold shower...