Disclaimer: I still don't own Lord of the Rings.
A/N: Also, a note about Sunni: She is multi-lingual, like me. She speaks American Sign, Chinese, Thai, and Spanish, plus Sindarin from her favorite books, the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. And in case y'all are wondering, she is speaking in Westron already. It's an automatic thing when she goes through the portal.
On with the show!!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "What are you doing laying on the ground? What is your business in the kingdom of Mirkwood?" As Sunni slowly opened one eye, she was greeted with the sight of an arrow, pointed directly into her face. Sunni closed her eyes again. This has to be some cruel joke by Alex and Evan.
When she didn't respond, the person who had first spoken began to nudge her with his foot.
"I'm thinking!" Sunni spat out. She lifted the foot farther from the person and swung her leg around, hitting him in the back of the legs and knocking him to the ground with a small thump. Sunni smiled a bit at the chuckling she heard, and sat up. Pushing herself to her feet, she brushed herself off and surveyed the scene around her. A small man with a dark red beard, a cloak of chain mail and a helmet stared at her, an amused look on his face. A man with a long gray beard and hair surveyed her critically. The man she had knocked to the ground stood up and glared at Sunni. He had long blond hair, pulled back into a braid. He was dressed in a tunic and tight breeches that made Sunni suck in her breath a bit.
If this is a joke, I will play along. Those two will not get the best of me. Thinking quickly, she formulated her story. The others seemed to be waiting for her to speak.
"I will tell you who I am if you tell me who you are and why you are dressed like that." The blond man opened his mouth, as if to deliver an angry retort, then closed it and looked at the older man. The older man nodded slightly, and the blond one began to speak.
"I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, Prince of the Mirkwood Kingdom. The short one is Gimli, son of Glóin. He is Gandalf the Grey, and you are dressed the same as me," he said. Sunni looked down and realized that he was right. She was dressed in a light blue tunic and darker breeches, black boots covering her feet. A hooded cloak covered muck of her body and head. "Who are you, master elf, and what is your business in these woods?"
Sunni was miffed at being called master, and pushed back the hood that covered her head. Her black hair fell free of its bindings, and Legolas's jaw dropped a bit before he quickly composed himself.
"I am Calimë. I am a messenger from Rivendell. I fell from my horse, and now I can not find my horse or my way home," Sunni began, the story coming out more easily than she thought it would.
"Would that be your horse over there?" Gimli asked, pointing over her shoulder. Sunni "Calimë" glanced back, and was startled by what she saw. A gorgeous gray horse, bridle hanging to the ground, was grazing peacefully in the clearing surrounded by forest.
"Mirimë?" The horse looked up at the familiar nickname, and snorted. She jogged over to the horse and lifted the reins. "You big goof, how did you get here?"
Sunni was beginning to think that this was not just a joke. Was it possible that she really had found a way into a fictional story? She stroked Mirimë's nose thoughtfully. "You say that you cannot remember how to return to Rivendell?" Legolas asked. Sunni nodded and he continued. "Well, how do we know that you are telling the truth, and that you are not a spy?"
"Why would you have reason not to believe me?"
Score one for me! Sunni thought, as she watched their stumped faces. Then Legolas's face brightened, ever so slightly. Darn, I thought that would work.
"If you are a mere messenger, why do you carry weapons?"
What weapons? Sunni looked down again and saw for the first time a sword strapped to her waist. Glancing at Mirimë, she say that attached to the saddle was a quiver and bow. Why do I have these weapons?
"Because..." she started, once again thinking quickly "...with all of the orc attacks of late, I did not feel it was wise to travel unarmed." Sunni quickly thought of what their next question would be. "And if you are wondering why a girl is a messenger for Lord Elrond, it is because I have no family or home, and he offered me this job."
"Well, if you are truly not a spy, then we can show you the way to Rivendell," Gandalf said.
"Do you really think that that is wise, Gandalf?" Seriously, that Legolas character was beginning to get on Sunni's nerves. Gandalf gave Legolas a piercing look, then looked back to Sunni.
"Yes, I am sure. We had better keep moving if we wish to reach Rivendell before Frodo and the others." Sunni turned to Mirimë and prepared to mount. Suddenly she was overcome with dizziness, and everything turned black. What is going on?
To my reviewers: Thank you for your nice reviews! I plan to continue forever! (Just kidding)
A/N: Also, a note about Sunni: She is multi-lingual, like me. She speaks American Sign, Chinese, Thai, and Spanish, plus Sindarin from her favorite books, the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. And in case y'all are wondering, she is speaking in Westron already. It's an automatic thing when she goes through the portal.
On with the show!!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "What are you doing laying on the ground? What is your business in the kingdom of Mirkwood?" As Sunni slowly opened one eye, she was greeted with the sight of an arrow, pointed directly into her face. Sunni closed her eyes again. This has to be some cruel joke by Alex and Evan.
When she didn't respond, the person who had first spoken began to nudge her with his foot.
"I'm thinking!" Sunni spat out. She lifted the foot farther from the person and swung her leg around, hitting him in the back of the legs and knocking him to the ground with a small thump. Sunni smiled a bit at the chuckling she heard, and sat up. Pushing herself to her feet, she brushed herself off and surveyed the scene around her. A small man with a dark red beard, a cloak of chain mail and a helmet stared at her, an amused look on his face. A man with a long gray beard and hair surveyed her critically. The man she had knocked to the ground stood up and glared at Sunni. He had long blond hair, pulled back into a braid. He was dressed in a tunic and tight breeches that made Sunni suck in her breath a bit.
If this is a joke, I will play along. Those two will not get the best of me. Thinking quickly, she formulated her story. The others seemed to be waiting for her to speak.
"I will tell you who I am if you tell me who you are and why you are dressed like that." The blond man opened his mouth, as if to deliver an angry retort, then closed it and looked at the older man. The older man nodded slightly, and the blond one began to speak.
"I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, Prince of the Mirkwood Kingdom. The short one is Gimli, son of Glóin. He is Gandalf the Grey, and you are dressed the same as me," he said. Sunni looked down and realized that he was right. She was dressed in a light blue tunic and darker breeches, black boots covering her feet. A hooded cloak covered muck of her body and head. "Who are you, master elf, and what is your business in these woods?"
Sunni was miffed at being called master, and pushed back the hood that covered her head. Her black hair fell free of its bindings, and Legolas's jaw dropped a bit before he quickly composed himself.
"I am Calimë. I am a messenger from Rivendell. I fell from my horse, and now I can not find my horse or my way home," Sunni began, the story coming out more easily than she thought it would.
"Would that be your horse over there?" Gimli asked, pointing over her shoulder. Sunni "Calimë" glanced back, and was startled by what she saw. A gorgeous gray horse, bridle hanging to the ground, was grazing peacefully in the clearing surrounded by forest.
"Mirimë?" The horse looked up at the familiar nickname, and snorted. She jogged over to the horse and lifted the reins. "You big goof, how did you get here?"
Sunni was beginning to think that this was not just a joke. Was it possible that she really had found a way into a fictional story? She stroked Mirimë's nose thoughtfully. "You say that you cannot remember how to return to Rivendell?" Legolas asked. Sunni nodded and he continued. "Well, how do we know that you are telling the truth, and that you are not a spy?"
"Why would you have reason not to believe me?"
Score one for me! Sunni thought, as she watched their stumped faces. Then Legolas's face brightened, ever so slightly. Darn, I thought that would work.
"If you are a mere messenger, why do you carry weapons?"
What weapons? Sunni looked down again and saw for the first time a sword strapped to her waist. Glancing at Mirimë, she say that attached to the saddle was a quiver and bow. Why do I have these weapons?
"Because..." she started, once again thinking quickly "...with all of the orc attacks of late, I did not feel it was wise to travel unarmed." Sunni quickly thought of what their next question would be. "And if you are wondering why a girl is a messenger for Lord Elrond, it is because I have no family or home, and he offered me this job."
"Well, if you are truly not a spy, then we can show you the way to Rivendell," Gandalf said.
"Do you really think that that is wise, Gandalf?" Seriously, that Legolas character was beginning to get on Sunni's nerves. Gandalf gave Legolas a piercing look, then looked back to Sunni.
"Yes, I am sure. We had better keep moving if we wish to reach Rivendell before Frodo and the others." Sunni turned to Mirimë and prepared to mount. Suddenly she was overcome with dizziness, and everything turned black. What is going on?
To my reviewers: Thank you for your nice reviews! I plan to continue forever! (Just kidding)