AN) I know how mean people get cause I'm mean. But PLEASE don't flame me I
could use help though. I have more Orli clones than I know what to do with!
"Elves," Ennairea thought. "Stupid Haughty elves. The entire forest is infested with those tall holyer than thou hypocrites." Ennairea had just crept up to the eleven gathering while the clamor of the songs covered what little noise her feet made approaching.
She had been trying to relight her fire when the sound of singing drifted past her. She froze and listened. The sound moved no closer but it didn't get any fainter either. She followed the noise, slipping past an eminent row of trees that seemed to loom over the path hoping to reclaim it at any time.
Her pride being what it was would not allow her to enter the circle of light and ask for shelter. That and after being rejected by these same elves early in her life she doubted that they would give her any. Her mother had been one. Their care had extended to one of their own traumatized by her capture at the hands of Saurons minions but not to the daughter that had been born of the evil. Her mother had made it back to her home in time for Ennairea's birth. Her mother had lived long enough to see her daughter to the age of 27. Barely a year after her mother's death Thranduil had ordered her adoption by humans in Dale. At the time she had not understood the slight to her. All she understood was she was being pushed out of the safe forest of Greenwood into a land hung with doom and the cloying sense of land too used to the feel of tempered steel and iron and soaked with red blood.
Thraduil's loyalty to her mother had extended to making sure that she was in a good family. Her adopted mother and father had, had many children and treated her as one among many blessings. Her best friend had been the oldest of the girls, Kalara. In those happy years their names had become a byword for mischief. During this time they had ranged as far as the edge of Greenwood planning adventures to Calenardhon and revenge against the Greenwood elves.
Ennairea had stayed in Dale until the death of her sister. In the end they made it to Calenardhon once, they had stayed with friends of her family for a few weeks.
After the death of her sister Ennairea had ranged far and wide she had befriended the house of Elrond. In the end Elrond was the only reason she was making this journey at all. Gandalf and Elrond had ganged up on her on her last visit telling her she should try talking with her blood family. In the end she had given in to their cryptic advice and gone on the journey leading her through the forests of Greenwood. Now she stood just outside the circle of light. As she took the first steps toward embracing a part of her self she wished forgotten, she braced as if for a blow. 200 years was to short a time for elves to forget a face marked as hers was with a mixture of eleven fairness and Darkness. The silence in the circle was deafening. The stares of the elves made her wish for her bag of magicks that she had left back at her camp. The one sitting across form where she stood rose with his arms open in a gesture of welcome. "Something filmier about that one." she thought. But she didn't get any farther than that because he spoke. "Welcome Ennairea, we had expected you sooner."
(AN) who is the elf can ya guess? Tell me good bad want to hear the rest? What sort of changes would be best? Not that I'll do them but you can pretend I did. If you want Orli to live you'll review. (licks Orli) IT'S CHICKEN MAN...he's everywhere he's everywhere.
"Elves," Ennairea thought. "Stupid Haughty elves. The entire forest is infested with those tall holyer than thou hypocrites." Ennairea had just crept up to the eleven gathering while the clamor of the songs covered what little noise her feet made approaching.
She had been trying to relight her fire when the sound of singing drifted past her. She froze and listened. The sound moved no closer but it didn't get any fainter either. She followed the noise, slipping past an eminent row of trees that seemed to loom over the path hoping to reclaim it at any time.
Her pride being what it was would not allow her to enter the circle of light and ask for shelter. That and after being rejected by these same elves early in her life she doubted that they would give her any. Her mother had been one. Their care had extended to one of their own traumatized by her capture at the hands of Saurons minions but not to the daughter that had been born of the evil. Her mother had made it back to her home in time for Ennairea's birth. Her mother had lived long enough to see her daughter to the age of 27. Barely a year after her mother's death Thranduil had ordered her adoption by humans in Dale. At the time she had not understood the slight to her. All she understood was she was being pushed out of the safe forest of Greenwood into a land hung with doom and the cloying sense of land too used to the feel of tempered steel and iron and soaked with red blood.
Thraduil's loyalty to her mother had extended to making sure that she was in a good family. Her adopted mother and father had, had many children and treated her as one among many blessings. Her best friend had been the oldest of the girls, Kalara. In those happy years their names had become a byword for mischief. During this time they had ranged as far as the edge of Greenwood planning adventures to Calenardhon and revenge against the Greenwood elves.
Ennairea had stayed in Dale until the death of her sister. In the end they made it to Calenardhon once, they had stayed with friends of her family for a few weeks.
After the death of her sister Ennairea had ranged far and wide she had befriended the house of Elrond. In the end Elrond was the only reason she was making this journey at all. Gandalf and Elrond had ganged up on her on her last visit telling her she should try talking with her blood family. In the end she had given in to their cryptic advice and gone on the journey leading her through the forests of Greenwood. Now she stood just outside the circle of light. As she took the first steps toward embracing a part of her self she wished forgotten, she braced as if for a blow. 200 years was to short a time for elves to forget a face marked as hers was with a mixture of eleven fairness and Darkness. The silence in the circle was deafening. The stares of the elves made her wish for her bag of magicks that she had left back at her camp. The one sitting across form where she stood rose with his arms open in a gesture of welcome. "Something filmier about that one." she thought. But she didn't get any farther than that because he spoke. "Welcome Ennairea, we had expected you sooner."
(AN) who is the elf can ya guess? Tell me good bad want to hear the rest? What sort of changes would be best? Not that I'll do them but you can pretend I did. If you want Orli to live you'll review. (licks Orli) IT'S CHICKEN MAN...he's everywhere he's everywhere.