AN: Welcome to the wrapping up of my semester! I have about two weeks and
change until school ends for me. Of course, for the said two weeks and
change I have more homework and tests than I can shake a stick at. One of
my personal favorites this semester is the fact I get to write a paper on
the science of science fiction. How's this for an unfair story...my Girl
Scout Troop (I'm a Scout Leader) is having a talent show this Friday night.
I was going to dance to "Into the West" but the show's coordinator (my
little sister no less) said the song was depressing and I was forced to
change it! Anywho, enough with my ranting and onto bigger and better
things! Thanks for all your reviews. As always, they're greatly appreciated
and enjoyed!
hobbbitgirl11: I hope you feel better! Thanks for your review, no matter how short or long!
Greenleaf's Gal: Here's my latest update and I'm glad you liked the chapter.
A Monkey's Harp: I know all about having no time...comes with part of being a college student. I hope you got done whatever you had to get done and that it wasn't too stressful for you. What Gandalf does or says will be revealed shortly!
LalaithoftheBruinen: You are correct! The old man is Gandalf! Her reaction and his words coming up soon!
PixiePea000: Take up all computer issues with your operator; he should know what to do. Blame all cliffhangers on The X-Files and The Matrix Trilogy. The bald principal is a reference to an X-Man but I'll not name names. As for the rebels, they're all jacked in and ready to go. By the by, GOLLUM!
sunni07: First off, congrats on your baby chicken! I like Gandalf too. He reminds me of a mix between Dumbledore from Harry Potter (because he can be kind and wise) and Obi-Wan from Star Wars (because he's a good fighter).
LadyJadePerendhil: I'm a big fan of the Beast. He's one of my favorite X- Men! There will be more about the sword in time. Its name has a tie in to the meaning of her own name. She does have her chosen art down cold and it's not just a happy chance.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
The old man, in his home known mostly commonly as Gandalf the White, looked at the young woman sitting on the bench with him. She looked for the entire world like a normal, everyday, child of man. That is, if one over looked the pointed ears and unusual way the girl seemed to carry herself.
Couple that with her ability to fight and it was plain to see that she was not the child of man one wanted her to be.
"A young lady should not be out this late all by herself," Gandalf stated, though he knew she was entirely capable of taking care of herself.
He had the pleasure of seeing her fight, spying on her through the windows of the dojo. It had been Legolas and his sister Emma who had pointed out the half-elven maiden's unusual skill with a sword.
*FLASHBACK*
It was late in Middle Earth, the moon just reaching its apex.
Two figures entered the halls of the citadel looking wide awake, despite the late hour.
"What news?" Aragorn questioned, as soon as the two figures were properly fed and had a moment to take some rest.
"You daughter, Aragorn, engages in some strange form of unarmed combat," Legolas informed his friend.
"It is called Tae Kwan Do, sir. In that earth, it is a branch of something called martial arts and it is not always done unarmed. As a matter of fact, we say her with a sword," Emma, the smaller of the two figures, added.
Her knowledge of the "other earth," as they called it had proved to be a resource. She knew of things the older men from Middle Earth did not. That knowledge seemed to include the hobbies Niphredil decided to talk part in.
Legolas sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was a strange sight to see a half-elven maiden wield a sword as well as an in Middle Earth could. Her weapon of choice did not look like any blade he had ever seen but she handled it just like the traditional blades the elves in Middle Earth used.
"She fights like we do," Legolas stated, after a time, "she moves more like an elf than a child of man."
Gandalf, sitting at the far end of the table, was smoking his pipe. A faint smile crossed his face, watching the expression on the king's face. Aragorn looked more eager than ever to meet this child, perhaps to test his skills against her strange training.
*END FLASBACK*
"It's not all that late, sir," Niphredil stated, breaking the white wizard out of his reverie, "I can take care of myself in any case."
"I noticed," Gandalf countered, "I have been watching you."
Niphredil gave the old man a knowing looking, making him aware of the fact she knew about his actions. She may not have grown up amongst the elves but many of the elven traits we there, including keen ears and eyes. Those keen ears and eyes had spotted the nearly silent wizard.
"You know stalking is illegal, right?" she questioned, standing up and stretching.
As she stretched, she gauged the old man's age. He was old, far older than anyone she knew. There was a good chance she could get away from him if he decided to try anything funny. Even if she could no go home, she could climb the fences around the Xavier School and seek asylum there.
Hope's parents had promised her as much.
The old man gave her a nod, well aware of the rules of this earth. Emma had said to be careful of what she called the "police." They were the earthen equivalent of citadel guards.
Niphredil turned her back to the old man, intending on wandering around until she found that she had no choice but to go home.
Seeing his opportunity slipping away, Gandalf, simply, stated, "You fight like your father but your kill comes purely from your mother's people."
Niphredil turned slightly stunned expression on her face.
"Excuse me," she breathed, strongly taken aback by the comment.
She walked a few paces back toward the old man, dark eyes wide. Gandalf knew he had piqued her interest, giving her some slight bit of information that she had been longing for.
"You heard me correctly, young one. You fight with the same intensity of your father but the way you use your skill comes down to you though your mother. Only one of her kind fights with that twisting, twirling motion you have used to such great effect," Gandalf stated, as relaxed as one could possibly be.
"What are you talking about?" Niphredil questioned, not really believing her ears, "Do you know my parents?"
Her fear of this old man, of what he could do to her, had turned to a strange sort of hope. She had tried, more times then she cared to remember, to find out about her birth parents but to no avail. It seemed they did not exist anywhere and that she had just materialized out of thin air. She knew that idea was not correct. No one could appear and disappear out of thin air. People came from people...no matter what people said.
"You parents are the ones who sent me to watch you. They would like me to bring you to them," the old man stated.
No matter how much hop she had, how much faith she wanted to have in the words of this old man, she could not totally believe him. Her suspicions, brought about by the world she lived in.
"How do I know you are not lying to me?" she asked, stepping back again.
"There are things you recall, young one, things from the time you spent with your mother. You may even remember your mother, as a child would. You remember a forest with golden trees and folks with fair faces," the old man stated, his voice gaining an almost dream-like quality to it.
Niphredil's expression changed from suspicion to outright shock. Somehow this old man had perfectly described the location of her dreams and the creatures that walked through her dreams.
She hadn't told a soul, not even Hope, about the dreams she had. She kept them to herself, guarding them as she would a secret.
"Will you come?" the old man, suddenly asked.
hobbbitgirl11: I hope you feel better! Thanks for your review, no matter how short or long!
Greenleaf's Gal: Here's my latest update and I'm glad you liked the chapter.
A Monkey's Harp: I know all about having no time...comes with part of being a college student. I hope you got done whatever you had to get done and that it wasn't too stressful for you. What Gandalf does or says will be revealed shortly!
LalaithoftheBruinen: You are correct! The old man is Gandalf! Her reaction and his words coming up soon!
PixiePea000: Take up all computer issues with your operator; he should know what to do. Blame all cliffhangers on The X-Files and The Matrix Trilogy. The bald principal is a reference to an X-Man but I'll not name names. As for the rebels, they're all jacked in and ready to go. By the by, GOLLUM!
sunni07: First off, congrats on your baby chicken! I like Gandalf too. He reminds me of a mix between Dumbledore from Harry Potter (because he can be kind and wise) and Obi-Wan from Star Wars (because he's a good fighter).
LadyJadePerendhil: I'm a big fan of the Beast. He's one of my favorite X- Men! There will be more about the sword in time. Its name has a tie in to the meaning of her own name. She does have her chosen art down cold and it's not just a happy chance.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
The old man, in his home known mostly commonly as Gandalf the White, looked at the young woman sitting on the bench with him. She looked for the entire world like a normal, everyday, child of man. That is, if one over looked the pointed ears and unusual way the girl seemed to carry herself.
Couple that with her ability to fight and it was plain to see that she was not the child of man one wanted her to be.
"A young lady should not be out this late all by herself," Gandalf stated, though he knew she was entirely capable of taking care of herself.
He had the pleasure of seeing her fight, spying on her through the windows of the dojo. It had been Legolas and his sister Emma who had pointed out the half-elven maiden's unusual skill with a sword.
*FLASHBACK*
It was late in Middle Earth, the moon just reaching its apex.
Two figures entered the halls of the citadel looking wide awake, despite the late hour.
"What news?" Aragorn questioned, as soon as the two figures were properly fed and had a moment to take some rest.
"You daughter, Aragorn, engages in some strange form of unarmed combat," Legolas informed his friend.
"It is called Tae Kwan Do, sir. In that earth, it is a branch of something called martial arts and it is not always done unarmed. As a matter of fact, we say her with a sword," Emma, the smaller of the two figures, added.
Her knowledge of the "other earth," as they called it had proved to be a resource. She knew of things the older men from Middle Earth did not. That knowledge seemed to include the hobbies Niphredil decided to talk part in.
Legolas sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was a strange sight to see a half-elven maiden wield a sword as well as an in Middle Earth could. Her weapon of choice did not look like any blade he had ever seen but she handled it just like the traditional blades the elves in Middle Earth used.
"She fights like we do," Legolas stated, after a time, "she moves more like an elf than a child of man."
Gandalf, sitting at the far end of the table, was smoking his pipe. A faint smile crossed his face, watching the expression on the king's face. Aragorn looked more eager than ever to meet this child, perhaps to test his skills against her strange training.
*END FLASBACK*
"It's not all that late, sir," Niphredil stated, breaking the white wizard out of his reverie, "I can take care of myself in any case."
"I noticed," Gandalf countered, "I have been watching you."
Niphredil gave the old man a knowing looking, making him aware of the fact she knew about his actions. She may not have grown up amongst the elves but many of the elven traits we there, including keen ears and eyes. Those keen ears and eyes had spotted the nearly silent wizard.
"You know stalking is illegal, right?" she questioned, standing up and stretching.
As she stretched, she gauged the old man's age. He was old, far older than anyone she knew. There was a good chance she could get away from him if he decided to try anything funny. Even if she could no go home, she could climb the fences around the Xavier School and seek asylum there.
Hope's parents had promised her as much.
The old man gave her a nod, well aware of the rules of this earth. Emma had said to be careful of what she called the "police." They were the earthen equivalent of citadel guards.
Niphredil turned her back to the old man, intending on wandering around until she found that she had no choice but to go home.
Seeing his opportunity slipping away, Gandalf, simply, stated, "You fight like your father but your kill comes purely from your mother's people."
Niphredil turned slightly stunned expression on her face.
"Excuse me," she breathed, strongly taken aback by the comment.
She walked a few paces back toward the old man, dark eyes wide. Gandalf knew he had piqued her interest, giving her some slight bit of information that she had been longing for.
"You heard me correctly, young one. You fight with the same intensity of your father but the way you use your skill comes down to you though your mother. Only one of her kind fights with that twisting, twirling motion you have used to such great effect," Gandalf stated, as relaxed as one could possibly be.
"What are you talking about?" Niphredil questioned, not really believing her ears, "Do you know my parents?"
Her fear of this old man, of what he could do to her, had turned to a strange sort of hope. She had tried, more times then she cared to remember, to find out about her birth parents but to no avail. It seemed they did not exist anywhere and that she had just materialized out of thin air. She knew that idea was not correct. No one could appear and disappear out of thin air. People came from people...no matter what people said.
"You parents are the ones who sent me to watch you. They would like me to bring you to them," the old man stated.
No matter how much hop she had, how much faith she wanted to have in the words of this old man, she could not totally believe him. Her suspicions, brought about by the world she lived in.
"How do I know you are not lying to me?" she asked, stepping back again.
"There are things you recall, young one, things from the time you spent with your mother. You may even remember your mother, as a child would. You remember a forest with golden trees and folks with fair faces," the old man stated, his voice gaining an almost dream-like quality to it.
Niphredil's expression changed from suspicion to outright shock. Somehow this old man had perfectly described the location of her dreams and the creatures that walked through her dreams.
She hadn't told a soul, not even Hope, about the dreams she had. She kept them to herself, guarding them as she would a secret.
"Will you come?" the old man, suddenly asked.