Title: The Road is Destiny
Author: Firefly Lantern
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence
Author Note: [kind of mean, but I'm making a point here] Okay, here it is. I openly admit I
have written a Mary Sue type story ::gasp!::. And you know what? I don't care
what any "Tolkien Purists" have to say about it. Whine all you would like, but please,
if you are going to tell me this story isn't HARDCORE Tolkien or whatever belittling
tidbits you'd like to throw my way, please email me instead of taking up space on the
review board. Thankies. ^.^. This story is for FUN. I am not trying to create a
masterpiece in the style of Tolkien, I prefer creativity and originality to redundancy.
Okies? An open mind is a wonderful thing! Have fun on the journey.
Hang in with me here!
Disclaimer: JRR owns the LOTR characters. Any other modern things mentioned here belong
to the makers, etc.
Oh, and P.S. Thank you, reviewers! It feels so great to know you want to
read more of my story! I'll try my best to keep it going strong.
"Eyes Like Yours" belongs to Shakira. There is some drunken, scandalous
behaviour from the heroine in this chapter, butit's nothing toooo bad... ^.-
_The Road is Destiny_
The High Road tavern crawled with life. A thick cloud of smoke clung to the air, growing
like a sickness as more pipes lit up. Nearly everyone here smoked, Julie hoped they
enjoyed lung cancer just as much as! She quinted her eyes and allowed Pippin to lead her
to the table. Several men leered, their eyes followed her in brazen obviousness.
Julie didn't see. Legolas did. He tensed as she and Pippin came to the table.
"Hi, fellas." She smiled and her lips quiked into a smile. "You all are looking well?"
"Julie looks like a girl!" Pippin exclaimed.
"That she does." Legolas stood and pushed the chair in for her. She thanked him.
"Aye, a true lass of Middle-Earth. Pants are not flattering on the fairer sex."
Gimli gruffed. "We ordered beer and meat. Help yourself! You need some meat on your
thin bones, girl."
"There is wine, cheese, and bread, Miss Julie!" Sam choked on a large hunk
of bread as he took too big of a huge bite from a mini-loaf.
"Oooh! I'd like some wine and cheese please." She caught a snort from Gimli. Hey!
She wasn't a wimp! "And a big meat joint!" Ha! Julie would show him! ... All of the
drinks served were alcoholic, which meant she would have to sip her wine s.l.o.w.l.y.
to avoid getting tipsy.
_____________________
Aragorn said something, but Julie didn't hear. It didn't keep her from bursting
into a bell-like giggle. How much wine did she have? Boy, she definately
couldn't hold her alcohol! Not that she was the only one... Pippin, Frodo, Sam,
and Merry sparkled with the gleam off too much beer. Only Legolas and Aragorn
were sober, it seemed. Nerds!!!!
"Did you know... A hangover happens because your brain doesn't get enough
water? If you drink beer AND water you won't get plastered off your
horse!" Julie was such a faucet of knowledge. At least she thought so.
Everyone laughed at Julie's prideful smile.
"More beer!" Gandalf ordered from the tavern wench. The Hobbits, Boromir,
and Gimli cheered. The wizard lit his pipe contentedly.
"Miss Julie! Sings us a song!" Sam cried, raising his beer stein. Some of the golden
liquid splashed onto his sleeve.
"But I don't have any music! Can't sing without music, Sam! Duuuuh."
"What about this thing? I got it today at the instrument shop." Frodo held
up what looked to be a tambourine. "No one else wanted it, so the lady gave
it to me." Oh no. . .
The Gods of Mischeif were dancing this night.
"Aye! Sing!" The rest shouted like minature drunked pirates. It was so cute, she could not
resist. She took the tambourine from Frodo.
"Gentleman!" Julie stood and struck a saucy pose. "Prepare for a *song*!"
The Hobbits clapped and whistled.
A rhythm filled her ears as a driving beat overtook her body. Slowly, she began to shake the
tambourine. 1....2.....3....4.... The beat of the jingling tambourine sped as her hips
began to sway and swing. She was lost in her own world. Everyone's eyes widened
as she shook the instrument, hit it against her hip and began to sing:
"Oh, you know I have seen
A sky without sun
A man with no nation
Saints captive in chains....
A song with no name
For lack of imagination
Ya he ya he ya la he!
And I have seen...
Darker than ebony...
Ya he ya he ya la he!
You know it seems that I
Without your eyes
Could never be . . . . "
She moved unlike anything they had ever seen, Julie was a wild thing consumed by the
song. It had a very Indian feel to it, and she danced as would a harem girl for
a Rajah. Legolas leapt from his seat to prevent a scene as all of the eyes in the room
flew to Julie. She honed in on him, dancing in front of him... For him alone.
"My one desire
All I aspire...
Is in your eyes
Forever to live!
Traveled all over
Crossed lands and oceans
There's nothing
That I wouldn't give!"
She grabbed the front of his tunic and turned her back to him, shimmey-ing down the tall
length of his body. The Hobbits doubled over in laughter and howled at the stoic expression
on Legolas's face. As the Elf went to grab her elbow to stop the dance, she sauntered away.
"Came from Bahrein!
Got to Beirut!
Looking for someone
Comparing to you...
Tearing down
Windows and doors!
And I could not
Find eyes like yours!"
Julie was into the swing of things now! She managed to step from the chair onto the tabletop
without falling, where she continued to sing and gyrate. She was an enchantress; she was a
temptress.
"Oh, you know I have seen
A woman of means and rags
And *begging* for pleasure
Crossed a river of salt...
The specter I rode
The ship that sank
In the desert.
My one desire
All I aspire...
Is in your eyes
Forever to live!
Traveled all over
Crossed lands and oceans
There's nothing
That I wouldn't give!"
Men hollered and catcalled. They threw handfuls of coins at the table. A single coin landed perfectly
in the valley of her breasts. She reached to pull it out and the crowd roared.
Legolas shouted at them and pulled so hard on Julie's skirt, she fell into his arms. Merry and
Pippin dived onto the tabletop, grabbing all the coins they could manage to hold.
"Nice catch!" Julie laughed, clearly drunk out of her wits, though he still rather enjoyed
her body pressed against him.
"Come. You are drunk. I will not see you raped or mishandled by any man. Lady, I am
taking you to bed!"
The entire tavern errupted into shouts of male appreciation. Legolas regretted
his word choice instantly. The tips of his Elfin ears turned rosy pink as he turned to
Aragorn for help.
"You can handle this." Aragorn soberly toasted his stein to Legolas. He purposely wanted to test
Legolas's reaction. Aragorn took a hefty swig of beer. If Legolas was to be plagued by a member
of the fairer sex, he knew no better woman than Julie for the job.
_______________________
"Here!" Came her laugh as a gold coin wailed at Legolas from over the tall privacy screen.
He caught it without blinking. Julie slung her garments over the screen until she wore
only her shirt-like camisole and her knee-length bloomer pants. "Can I come out?"
"Yes." Legolas was a gentleman. He held a blanket for her to wrap herself in. She came out;
he averted his eyes and offered the blanket. Julie took it and threw it over
his head, giggling maniacally.
He pulled it off, wanting to smile at her antics, but knowing he must be firm.
"Are all Elves as tall as you?" Julie asked, smoothing his mussed blonde hair. He wished
she would stop touching him.... It was entirely innocent, but he savoured it far too much.
"Usually." He took her hands in his and noted how petite they were.
"Okay okay. I'm going to bed." Julie yawned, punching him in the shoulder and trudging to
the screen. Legolas helped her move it to section off one bed from the nine others in the
large room.
"Thanks! You'are a pal."
What was a pal? He blinked. She sashayed behind the screen and bumped her knee on the bed.
She muttered words Legolas guessed a lady would not utter unless intoxicated.
Julie missed the bed entirely and ended up on the floor. On her butt. She laughed at her
own stupidity as Legolas ducked behind the screen and helped her into bed. As he
tucked the covers up to her chin, her arms snaked around his neck and pulled him down
for a passionless, lingering kiss. Devil of a woman!!! He did not know how to react.
"Good night, sweet prince. And angels sing thee to thy rest." Yeah, leave it to Julie to
drunkenly quote Shakespeare... She stroked his hair and proceeded to pass out.
Legolas heaved a thankful sigh. Fickle women! He had no use for them. And yet he found he
cared for this girl more than he knew he should. Maddness! He was nearly 3,000 years
old and had never found a woman who made him feel this way... Damn it! He bet his eyes
shone like a moonstricken calf. Legolas swore he was not meant for love. Love was not
meant for him. He wondered if Julie would have behaved the same if it had been
Gimli or Aragorn, instead of him... The thought churled his stomach. He folded Julie's
clothes and placed the pile on the floor at the foot of her bed.
He was sitting up in his own bed [for Elves never sleep... though their legs become
tired] when Gandalf and the Hobbits staggered into the room. They immediately dropped to
their beds like stones. Much later, Aragorn, Gimli, and Boromir came in and collapsed.
Tomorrow would be a day a much rest, Legolas smirked, delighting in the fact he was the
only member of the party who would not suffer a hangover.
Author: Firefly Lantern
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence
Author Note: [kind of mean, but I'm making a point here] Okay, here it is. I openly admit I
have written a Mary Sue type story ::gasp!::. And you know what? I don't care
what any "Tolkien Purists" have to say about it. Whine all you would like, but please,
if you are going to tell me this story isn't HARDCORE Tolkien or whatever belittling
tidbits you'd like to throw my way, please email me instead of taking up space on the
review board. Thankies. ^.^. This story is for FUN. I am not trying to create a
masterpiece in the style of Tolkien, I prefer creativity and originality to redundancy.
Okies? An open mind is a wonderful thing! Have fun on the journey.
Hang in with me here!
Disclaimer: JRR owns the LOTR characters. Any other modern things mentioned here belong
to the makers, etc.
Oh, and P.S. Thank you, reviewers! It feels so great to know you want to
read more of my story! I'll try my best to keep it going strong.
"Eyes Like Yours" belongs to Shakira. There is some drunken, scandalous
behaviour from the heroine in this chapter, butit's nothing toooo bad... ^.-
_The Road is Destiny_
The High Road tavern crawled with life. A thick cloud of smoke clung to the air, growing
like a sickness as more pipes lit up. Nearly everyone here smoked, Julie hoped they
enjoyed lung cancer just as much as! She quinted her eyes and allowed Pippin to lead her
to the table. Several men leered, their eyes followed her in brazen obviousness.
Julie didn't see. Legolas did. He tensed as she and Pippin came to the table.
"Hi, fellas." She smiled and her lips quiked into a smile. "You all are looking well?"
"Julie looks like a girl!" Pippin exclaimed.
"That she does." Legolas stood and pushed the chair in for her. She thanked him.
"Aye, a true lass of Middle-Earth. Pants are not flattering on the fairer sex."
Gimli gruffed. "We ordered beer and meat. Help yourself! You need some meat on your
thin bones, girl."
"There is wine, cheese, and bread, Miss Julie!" Sam choked on a large hunk
of bread as he took too big of a huge bite from a mini-loaf.
"Oooh! I'd like some wine and cheese please." She caught a snort from Gimli. Hey!
She wasn't a wimp! "And a big meat joint!" Ha! Julie would show him! ... All of the
drinks served were alcoholic, which meant she would have to sip her wine s.l.o.w.l.y.
to avoid getting tipsy.
_____________________
Aragorn said something, but Julie didn't hear. It didn't keep her from bursting
into a bell-like giggle. How much wine did she have? Boy, she definately
couldn't hold her alcohol! Not that she was the only one... Pippin, Frodo, Sam,
and Merry sparkled with the gleam off too much beer. Only Legolas and Aragorn
were sober, it seemed. Nerds!!!!
"Did you know... A hangover happens because your brain doesn't get enough
water? If you drink beer AND water you won't get plastered off your
horse!" Julie was such a faucet of knowledge. At least she thought so.
Everyone laughed at Julie's prideful smile.
"More beer!" Gandalf ordered from the tavern wench. The Hobbits, Boromir,
and Gimli cheered. The wizard lit his pipe contentedly.
"Miss Julie! Sings us a song!" Sam cried, raising his beer stein. Some of the golden
liquid splashed onto his sleeve.
"But I don't have any music! Can't sing without music, Sam! Duuuuh."
"What about this thing? I got it today at the instrument shop." Frodo held
up what looked to be a tambourine. "No one else wanted it, so the lady gave
it to me." Oh no. . .
The Gods of Mischeif were dancing this night.
"Aye! Sing!" The rest shouted like minature drunked pirates. It was so cute, she could not
resist. She took the tambourine from Frodo.
"Gentleman!" Julie stood and struck a saucy pose. "Prepare for a *song*!"
The Hobbits clapped and whistled.
A rhythm filled her ears as a driving beat overtook her body. Slowly, she began to shake the
tambourine. 1....2.....3....4.... The beat of the jingling tambourine sped as her hips
began to sway and swing. She was lost in her own world. Everyone's eyes widened
as she shook the instrument, hit it against her hip and began to sing:
"Oh, you know I have seen
A sky without sun
A man with no nation
Saints captive in chains....
A song with no name
For lack of imagination
Ya he ya he ya la he!
And I have seen...
Darker than ebony...
Ya he ya he ya la he!
You know it seems that I
Without your eyes
Could never be . . . . "
She moved unlike anything they had ever seen, Julie was a wild thing consumed by the
song. It had a very Indian feel to it, and she danced as would a harem girl for
a Rajah. Legolas leapt from his seat to prevent a scene as all of the eyes in the room
flew to Julie. She honed in on him, dancing in front of him... For him alone.
"My one desire
All I aspire...
Is in your eyes
Forever to live!
Traveled all over
Crossed lands and oceans
There's nothing
That I wouldn't give!"
She grabbed the front of his tunic and turned her back to him, shimmey-ing down the tall
length of his body. The Hobbits doubled over in laughter and howled at the stoic expression
on Legolas's face. As the Elf went to grab her elbow to stop the dance, she sauntered away.
"Came from Bahrein!
Got to Beirut!
Looking for someone
Comparing to you...
Tearing down
Windows and doors!
And I could not
Find eyes like yours!"
Julie was into the swing of things now! She managed to step from the chair onto the tabletop
without falling, where she continued to sing and gyrate. She was an enchantress; she was a
temptress.
"Oh, you know I have seen
A woman of means and rags
And *begging* for pleasure
Crossed a river of salt...
The specter I rode
The ship that sank
In the desert.
My one desire
All I aspire...
Is in your eyes
Forever to live!
Traveled all over
Crossed lands and oceans
There's nothing
That I wouldn't give!"
Men hollered and catcalled. They threw handfuls of coins at the table. A single coin landed perfectly
in the valley of her breasts. She reached to pull it out and the crowd roared.
Legolas shouted at them and pulled so hard on Julie's skirt, she fell into his arms. Merry and
Pippin dived onto the tabletop, grabbing all the coins they could manage to hold.
"Nice catch!" Julie laughed, clearly drunk out of her wits, though he still rather enjoyed
her body pressed against him.
"Come. You are drunk. I will not see you raped or mishandled by any man. Lady, I am
taking you to bed!"
The entire tavern errupted into shouts of male appreciation. Legolas regretted
his word choice instantly. The tips of his Elfin ears turned rosy pink as he turned to
Aragorn for help.
"You can handle this." Aragorn soberly toasted his stein to Legolas. He purposely wanted to test
Legolas's reaction. Aragorn took a hefty swig of beer. If Legolas was to be plagued by a member
of the fairer sex, he knew no better woman than Julie for the job.
_______________________
"Here!" Came her laugh as a gold coin wailed at Legolas from over the tall privacy screen.
He caught it without blinking. Julie slung her garments over the screen until she wore
only her shirt-like camisole and her knee-length bloomer pants. "Can I come out?"
"Yes." Legolas was a gentleman. He held a blanket for her to wrap herself in. She came out;
he averted his eyes and offered the blanket. Julie took it and threw it over
his head, giggling maniacally.
He pulled it off, wanting to smile at her antics, but knowing he must be firm.
"Are all Elves as tall as you?" Julie asked, smoothing his mussed blonde hair. He wished
she would stop touching him.... It was entirely innocent, but he savoured it far too much.
"Usually." He took her hands in his and noted how petite they were.
"Okay okay. I'm going to bed." Julie yawned, punching him in the shoulder and trudging to
the screen. Legolas helped her move it to section off one bed from the nine others in the
large room.
"Thanks! You'are a pal."
What was a pal? He blinked. She sashayed behind the screen and bumped her knee on the bed.
She muttered words Legolas guessed a lady would not utter unless intoxicated.
Julie missed the bed entirely and ended up on the floor. On her butt. She laughed at her
own stupidity as Legolas ducked behind the screen and helped her into bed. As he
tucked the covers up to her chin, her arms snaked around his neck and pulled him down
for a passionless, lingering kiss. Devil of a woman!!! He did not know how to react.
"Good night, sweet prince. And angels sing thee to thy rest." Yeah, leave it to Julie to
drunkenly quote Shakespeare... She stroked his hair and proceeded to pass out.
Legolas heaved a thankful sigh. Fickle women! He had no use for them. And yet he found he
cared for this girl more than he knew he should. Maddness! He was nearly 3,000 years
old and had never found a woman who made him feel this way... Damn it! He bet his eyes
shone like a moonstricken calf. Legolas swore he was not meant for love. Love was not
meant for him. He wondered if Julie would have behaved the same if it had been
Gimli or Aragorn, instead of him... The thought churled his stomach. He folded Julie's
clothes and placed the pile on the floor at the foot of her bed.
He was sitting up in his own bed [for Elves never sleep... though their legs become
tired] when Gandalf and the Hobbits staggered into the room. They immediately dropped to
their beds like stones. Much later, Aragorn, Gimli, and Boromir came in and collapsed.
Tomorrow would be a day a much rest, Legolas smirked, delighting in the fact he was the
only member of the party who would not suffer a hangover.
