Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or Orlando Bloom (yummy boy, wish I did!),
but I do own Sabriel, so hands off.
Reminder: Sabriel the name is taken from Garth Nix's novel, but the character in itself is all mine. The Sabriel in this story has NO resemblance to the character in Mr. Nix's novel. Likewise, this is not a Sabriel/LotR crossover, the plot is purely set in LotR.
Author's Note: So sorry for not updating in a LONG time, I know everyone is anxious for the next chapter, and I sincerely apologize. Swim season has started and I often find myself too physically tired to think! Things will hopefully get better in a couple of weeks! Oh, and remember to check out, "Loving You from Afar." You'll love it, I promise!
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Lord Elrond stood next to the long white line drawn on the ground. It was a good 50 feet away from the wooden targets, erected in the ground in a semicircle around the line. Next to drawn line was a table, laden with daggers of all sizes, shapes, and lengths.
"Lords and ladies, we are about to start the dagger-throwing part of the tournament. Each contestant will have his turn at the line. They may choose any dagger and must throw one at each target. The larger daggers count as more points. The distances from the centers of the targets will also be measured as points. In the end, the contestant with the least number of points is the winner."
Having finished lunch, the lords and ladies gathered behind the line to watch the contest. The first contestant was a burly, stout elf. He strode to the table and carefully selected ten daggers. Focusing on the targets one by one, he threw each dagger. The points were counted and the final sum was announced to the crowd, who cheered enthusiastically for each contestant.
Soon, there were only three contestants left - Legolas, Sabriel, and Malgin. Legolas was called first and approached the table. He carefully selected his daggers after inspecting each one for blade alignment. He threw his daggers two at a time (one in each hand), taking five throws to complete his turn. His score was announced and he became the top score.
The single ladies cheered for their valiant hero, who turned to smile smugly at Sabriel. She returned it with a fake coy smile and batted her eyelashes furiously. This prompted an amused grin from Legolas.
Sabriel was called next. She strode to the line and appraised the targets, spending a full second analyzing the position of each one. Then, with an exaggerated sigh she ran a lazy eye over the daggers on the table. She turned around and placed her hands on her hips, giving Legolas a saucy wink. The crowd chuckled at her antics.
Suddenly, Sabriel swiveled quickly, swiping all of her daggers from the table and throwing them in one fluid movement. She acted so quickly that she had swung in a full circle as a blur, coming to a rest, hands on hips, facing the crowd once again. They all blinked quickly, as if to clear their heads.
The score was counted and announced as all the male contestants looked on with shocked expressions. Even Legolas was too surprised for words. It turned out that Sabriel had used only the smallest ten daggers and had hit each target square. Her score was a zero, making her the leader and obvious winner. She strolled back to her spot next to Legolas with an amused smile.
"What? Too shocked for words, my prince?" she purred in satisfaction. Reaching up with a hand, she pushed up his chin to close his open mouth. "I'll take that as a yes."
Malgin was the last contestant for the dagger-throwing. Shaking his head in amiable defeat, he joked, "It's all over." His friend nudged him with a grin, "It was over before it even began!"
Malgin strode to the table. Like all the other contestants, he took his time choosing his daggers and throwing them. The last target was a tricky one, set at an angle almost parallel to the thrower at the line. Malgin picked up the longest, wickedest-looking dagger in the assortment - it allowed for the best maneuverability.
His hand was back and poised to let go when an elvish toddler decided to be fussy and escape its mother. Wriggling out of the mother's grasp, he toddled towards the target. Frantic for her babe, the mother followed. . . right into the path of the dagger. Too late, Malgin noticed the intrusion, and the dagger was in the air. If it had been only the babe, the dagger would have safely cleared any danger, but the mother was another matter.
As if in slow motion, everyone saw the dagger fly straight for the mother's breast. It flew past the stunned contestants, all too immobilized with shock to take action. Just as it was about to pass over Sabriel's shoulder, her hand came up automatically and caught the blade. She held it for a moment, above her shoulder, before bringing it in front of her face to inspect. Once again, all the contestants were shocked speechless.
Meanwhile, the mother had gathered up the toddler and retreated to her previous spot beside her husband. He joyously hugged both mother and child before kissing his wife passionately. Sabriel watched with wistful longing, obviously wishing for a similar lifelong love. With a heavy sigh, she turned to a pale-faced Malgin. She extended the dagger to him, but on second thought tossed it over her shoulder at the target. It flew true and hit home.
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Hehe, more ACTION!!! Sorry, I just feel a serious need for some mind- numbing, adrenaline-rushing action right now. If you want mushy, angsty, waterworks-type stuff, check out "Loving You from Afar," it's chock full of the stuff. And don't worry, I promise it will get more emotional here, too. . . eventually!
Hey, did you remember to review?
No?
Bad girl/boy!
Hit that button right now!
Reminder: Sabriel the name is taken from Garth Nix's novel, but the character in itself is all mine. The Sabriel in this story has NO resemblance to the character in Mr. Nix's novel. Likewise, this is not a Sabriel/LotR crossover, the plot is purely set in LotR.
Author's Note: So sorry for not updating in a LONG time, I know everyone is anxious for the next chapter, and I sincerely apologize. Swim season has started and I often find myself too physically tired to think! Things will hopefully get better in a couple of weeks! Oh, and remember to check out, "Loving You from Afar." You'll love it, I promise!
/ \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \
Lord Elrond stood next to the long white line drawn on the ground. It was a good 50 feet away from the wooden targets, erected in the ground in a semicircle around the line. Next to drawn line was a table, laden with daggers of all sizes, shapes, and lengths.
"Lords and ladies, we are about to start the dagger-throwing part of the tournament. Each contestant will have his turn at the line. They may choose any dagger and must throw one at each target. The larger daggers count as more points. The distances from the centers of the targets will also be measured as points. In the end, the contestant with the least number of points is the winner."
Having finished lunch, the lords and ladies gathered behind the line to watch the contest. The first contestant was a burly, stout elf. He strode to the table and carefully selected ten daggers. Focusing on the targets one by one, he threw each dagger. The points were counted and the final sum was announced to the crowd, who cheered enthusiastically for each contestant.
Soon, there were only three contestants left - Legolas, Sabriel, and Malgin. Legolas was called first and approached the table. He carefully selected his daggers after inspecting each one for blade alignment. He threw his daggers two at a time (one in each hand), taking five throws to complete his turn. His score was announced and he became the top score.
The single ladies cheered for their valiant hero, who turned to smile smugly at Sabriel. She returned it with a fake coy smile and batted her eyelashes furiously. This prompted an amused grin from Legolas.
Sabriel was called next. She strode to the line and appraised the targets, spending a full second analyzing the position of each one. Then, with an exaggerated sigh she ran a lazy eye over the daggers on the table. She turned around and placed her hands on her hips, giving Legolas a saucy wink. The crowd chuckled at her antics.
Suddenly, Sabriel swiveled quickly, swiping all of her daggers from the table and throwing them in one fluid movement. She acted so quickly that she had swung in a full circle as a blur, coming to a rest, hands on hips, facing the crowd once again. They all blinked quickly, as if to clear their heads.
The score was counted and announced as all the male contestants looked on with shocked expressions. Even Legolas was too surprised for words. It turned out that Sabriel had used only the smallest ten daggers and had hit each target square. Her score was a zero, making her the leader and obvious winner. She strolled back to her spot next to Legolas with an amused smile.
"What? Too shocked for words, my prince?" she purred in satisfaction. Reaching up with a hand, she pushed up his chin to close his open mouth. "I'll take that as a yes."
Malgin was the last contestant for the dagger-throwing. Shaking his head in amiable defeat, he joked, "It's all over." His friend nudged him with a grin, "It was over before it even began!"
Malgin strode to the table. Like all the other contestants, he took his time choosing his daggers and throwing them. The last target was a tricky one, set at an angle almost parallel to the thrower at the line. Malgin picked up the longest, wickedest-looking dagger in the assortment - it allowed for the best maneuverability.
His hand was back and poised to let go when an elvish toddler decided to be fussy and escape its mother. Wriggling out of the mother's grasp, he toddled towards the target. Frantic for her babe, the mother followed. . . right into the path of the dagger. Too late, Malgin noticed the intrusion, and the dagger was in the air. If it had been only the babe, the dagger would have safely cleared any danger, but the mother was another matter.
As if in slow motion, everyone saw the dagger fly straight for the mother's breast. It flew past the stunned contestants, all too immobilized with shock to take action. Just as it was about to pass over Sabriel's shoulder, her hand came up automatically and caught the blade. She held it for a moment, above her shoulder, before bringing it in front of her face to inspect. Once again, all the contestants were shocked speechless.
Meanwhile, the mother had gathered up the toddler and retreated to her previous spot beside her husband. He joyously hugged both mother and child before kissing his wife passionately. Sabriel watched with wistful longing, obviously wishing for a similar lifelong love. With a heavy sigh, she turned to a pale-faced Malgin. She extended the dagger to him, but on second thought tossed it over her shoulder at the target. It flew true and hit home.
/ \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \
Hehe, more ACTION!!! Sorry, I just feel a serious need for some mind- numbing, adrenaline-rushing action right now. If you want mushy, angsty, waterworks-type stuff, check out "Loving You from Afar," it's chock full of the stuff. And don't worry, I promise it will get more emotional here, too. . . eventually!
Hey, did you remember to review?
No?
Bad girl/boy!
Hit that button right now!