Hey, sorry it took so long to update. I've been sick, so sleep and water
were number one on the list. Since this was number two, here I am sitting
in front of my computer writing you the next two chapters. Hope you enjoy
reading them!
Disclaimer: do not own LotR or Orlando Bloom (that yummy boy! wish I did.) but I do own Sabriel so no touchee pretty please
Author's Note: if you want to see a super sexy picture of leggy, go to http://theorlandobloomfiles.com/pictures/ttt/tttlegolasposter5.jpg . I don't know about you, but the poster sure gives MEEH inspiration. hehe.
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The sun rose swiftly, throwing its light over the glistening palace of Rivendell. The sky was clear blue and there was no sign of clouds; overall it was a perfect day for a tournament. Sabriel had spent the entire day yesterday getting the palace in order: discussing with the cooks what would be served for meals, assigning the footmen to the male participants to help them get ready, and assigning the maids to help the ladies in the audience.
This morning, Sabriel rose refreshed and took a warm shower to loosen up her muscles. Afterwards, her personal maid Pellise brought breakfast to the room. Sabriel slowly ate a piece of lamnas break and took a swallow of orange juice while looking out her window. The sun shone warmly on her face and she closed her eyes to draw in a deep breath. The birds sang sweetly in the branches of the tree outside the window.
Sabriel opened her eyes slowly and turned around. Pellise smiled from her position standing in the corner. Sabriel gave Pellise a warm smile in response before turning to her bed where her clothes were laid out. Sabriel slipped into her body tunic before stepping into her leather boots. They were soft and broken in, moving like a second skin on her feet. Sabriel then strapped on light shin guards and forearm protectors. Standing there fully dressed, Sabriel turned to the wall and carefully studied her bow. She ran her hands lovingly over the smooth wood - its surface was interlaced with delicate patterns hand carved and polished to a shine. Sabriel remembered when her father had made her first bow and arrows and spent hours teaching her how to use them.
Pellise's gentle voice broke Sabriel's reverie, "My lady, it is still not too late to decline this tournament gracefully."
Sabriel turned to her quiver and pulled the leather straps over and across her chest. She buckled them securely before turning to Pellise with a grin.
"I'm ready to show those men what a woman can do." Pellise grinned back and walked to the wall to hand Sabriel the bow. Sabriel walked to her desk and opened the topmost drawer. Under a glass cover laid ten lethal looking hand-daggers, sharpened and pristinely clean. Lifting the glass, she slipped the daggers into specially made sheaths designed to protect the skin. Her elbows, forearms, thighs, and ankles all had daggers strapped on. Turning, Sabriel accepted her bow from Pellise and slung it over her shoulder.
Walking to the door, she stopped to place a hand on Pellise's shoulder. "Thank you," Sabriel whispered sincerely.
"What ever for, my lady?" asked Pellise, her brow wrinkling in confusion.
After a slight pause, Sabriel answered, "For believing in me." Lifting her chin high, Sabriel dropped her hand and strode confidently down the hall towards the courtyard.
Pellise turned to watch Sabriel walk down the corridor. In a whisper, she told herself, "The men won't know what hit them."
Disclaimer: do not own LotR or Orlando Bloom (that yummy boy! wish I did.) but I do own Sabriel so no touchee pretty please
Author's Note: if you want to see a super sexy picture of leggy, go to http://theorlandobloomfiles.com/pictures/ttt/tttlegolasposter5.jpg . I don't know about you, but the poster sure gives MEEH inspiration. hehe.
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The sun rose swiftly, throwing its light over the glistening palace of Rivendell. The sky was clear blue and there was no sign of clouds; overall it was a perfect day for a tournament. Sabriel had spent the entire day yesterday getting the palace in order: discussing with the cooks what would be served for meals, assigning the footmen to the male participants to help them get ready, and assigning the maids to help the ladies in the audience.
This morning, Sabriel rose refreshed and took a warm shower to loosen up her muscles. Afterwards, her personal maid Pellise brought breakfast to the room. Sabriel slowly ate a piece of lamnas break and took a swallow of orange juice while looking out her window. The sun shone warmly on her face and she closed her eyes to draw in a deep breath. The birds sang sweetly in the branches of the tree outside the window.
Sabriel opened her eyes slowly and turned around. Pellise smiled from her position standing in the corner. Sabriel gave Pellise a warm smile in response before turning to her bed where her clothes were laid out. Sabriel slipped into her body tunic before stepping into her leather boots. They were soft and broken in, moving like a second skin on her feet. Sabriel then strapped on light shin guards and forearm protectors. Standing there fully dressed, Sabriel turned to the wall and carefully studied her bow. She ran her hands lovingly over the smooth wood - its surface was interlaced with delicate patterns hand carved and polished to a shine. Sabriel remembered when her father had made her first bow and arrows and spent hours teaching her how to use them.
Pellise's gentle voice broke Sabriel's reverie, "My lady, it is still not too late to decline this tournament gracefully."
Sabriel turned to her quiver and pulled the leather straps over and across her chest. She buckled them securely before turning to Pellise with a grin.
"I'm ready to show those men what a woman can do." Pellise grinned back and walked to the wall to hand Sabriel the bow. Sabriel walked to her desk and opened the topmost drawer. Under a glass cover laid ten lethal looking hand-daggers, sharpened and pristinely clean. Lifting the glass, she slipped the daggers into specially made sheaths designed to protect the skin. Her elbows, forearms, thighs, and ankles all had daggers strapped on. Turning, Sabriel accepted her bow from Pellise and slung it over her shoulder.
Walking to the door, she stopped to place a hand on Pellise's shoulder. "Thank you," Sabriel whispered sincerely.
"What ever for, my lady?" asked Pellise, her brow wrinkling in confusion.
After a slight pause, Sabriel answered, "For believing in me." Lifting her chin high, Sabriel dropped her hand and strode confidently down the hall towards the courtyard.
Pellise turned to watch Sabriel walk down the corridor. In a whisper, she told herself, "The men won't know what hit them."