Through A Nightingale's Eyes
Disclaimer~ I do not own any of Tolkien's creations. I only own my characters and some of the storyline.
~IMPORTANT~ Please DO NOT flame my story, because you have been warned. By the way, I HAVE read the LOTR books. If you have some constructive criticism or tips for me, please e-mail me at:
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Thank you for your consideration. Peace!
~Jack-Sparrow-Lover
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~*~RATED "R" FOR LANGUAGE AND POSSIBLY OTHER STUFF~*~
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A/N: DO NOT MAKE ASSUMPTIONS by the title of this chapter. Ye never know what it actually means.
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Chapter 9~ I Love You Kayla
Kayla tossed and turned in her bed. She just couldn't seem to get comfortable, no matter what she tried. "What's wrong with me?" she asked herself as she threw her head against the pillows. Her eyes were focused on the darkness of the room. She felt something in the pit of her stomach. It was like she was being haunted by something...or someone. "Maybe I just had too much to drink," she muttered to herself quietly as she stood up and threw on her robe.
She felt different...very different. It was like she had lost all feeling throughout her entire body and soul. Kayla slipped on her slippers and walked to the door of her room. She opened it and walked out quietly, knowing that Legolas might hear her footsteps if he awoke. Legolas...just his name made her shiver. "What am I thinking? It would never work out," she said as she walked out to the living room and sat down on the couch. Thank God her friends hadn't spent the night. "What would never work out?" a voice said from behind her.
Kayla jumped and stood up quickly to see someone standing in the darkness behind the couch. She couldn't make out who it was, but it was clearly a male. "Aragorn, is that you?" she asked.
"No," the figure answered.
"Legolas?" she questioned.
"No."
"Then who are you?"
"I'm someone you have yet to meet," the man replied softly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kayla snapped, "Just tell me who the fuck you are!"
"Keep your voice down, melonin (My friend). You don't want Legolas to wake up." Kayla recognized the last word of his first sentence..."friend" in Elven tongue. This man knew Elvish? "Who are you?" she asked.
"I cannot tell you, my lady. Just seek help from a wizard to get your answers," he replied kindly.
"There are no wizards here." Just as she said that, the lights came on and she saw Legolas standing by the stairs with a puzzled look on his face. Kayla's eyes frantically searched the room. The man...at least...she thought it was a man...was gone. "Who were you talking to?" the elf asked.
"A man...there was a man here..." Legolas gave her a questioning look. "I'm serious! There was a man...some strange man-"
"Shh." Kayla was silenced by Legolas' gentle fingers over her lips. He had walked up to her so quickly that she hadn't even noticed. Her dark eyes looked into his, filling with fear and confusion. "Sit," he whispered as he placed an arm around her and made her sit down on the couch. She reluctantly obeyed and looked at her hands. They were shaking. Legolas gently took her hands in his and brought them to his lips for a feather- like kiss. Kayla shuddered at his action. "Are you alright, Arwenamin (My lady)?" he asked.
"I'm not sure anymore. Three characters out of a movie are living in my house, I danced with an elf, a stranger visited me, I can't sleep, Aragorn knows my father, and-"
"Okay...okay...relax," the elf whispered reassuringly as he hugged her close. Kayla's entire body went limp in his arms. He had such a strong, but gentle embrace. Strong enough that he could crush her bones, but gentle enough to hold a small child comfortably.
Legolas rested his chin atop her head and rocked her slowly back and forth, giving her a chance to let out her feelings. Something was obviously hurting her. "What's troubling you, Kayla?" She looked up at him with innocent eyes. His perfect face held concern, strength, persistence, and something else that she could not pick out. "My lady?" he pressed.
"Sorry..." she said meekly, "I'm just stressed out about everything. My life has gotten pretty damn weird lately, ya know?"
"I can understand why you would feel this way, for I'm the same. I never expected to arrive in this world...especially in the middle of a battle."
"The Pelennor Fields...dangerous place..."
"How do you know about the Pelennor Fields?" he asked. Kayla went silent and stared up into the darkening blue eyes. "I already told you that your story is a book...and a movie." He nodded. "Well, that means I know what's going to happen up until Aragorn becomes the King of Gondor...and Frodo sailing to the Undying Lands. I never read into the details of the book that much, so I don't really know what happens to you besides your survival."
"I see." That was all Legolas could say. The idea of someone knowing the future reminded him a lot of Gandalf. "So, you are a wizard of some kind?" he asked.
"No...but I know what will happen in your future." Then it hit her..."seek help from a wizard to get your answers" the stranger had said. Psychics were almost like witches and wizards. She didn't believe in them, but maybe that's what the man meant. "I need to seek help from a psychic," she said quietly, "But first we need to get something from my father's house."
"Didn't I hear you say that you weren't allowed in there?"
"I guess you're right, Leggy...let's go wake up Aragorn and Gimli. They can help."
"What?"
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"Come on, gimme a boost!" Kayla whispered loudly.
"It's kinda hard being the one at the bottom, lass," Gimli said, straining to hold his ground.
"Lift with the knees, Gimli...and Aragorn, push Legolas up." Kayla had a brilliant idea. She had her companions lift her high into the air...Gimli at the bottom, Aragorn above him, Legolas sat on Aragorn's shoulders, and Kayla was being held by Legolas. They were scaling the window of her father's house...her old bedroom window. "Come on," she whispered as she reached for the windowsill, "Just a little higher...Got it!" She had finally grabbed onto the window frame itself. /I'm so happy I used to sneak out of my house as a kid. Just better now to have people help instead of using that damn tree / she thought as she looked next to her at the large Oak tree.
Kayla looked down at Gimli. "Pass up the crowbar," she whispered.
"The what?" he asked.
"Gimme a break midget," she muttered to herself before saying, "The black metal thing." The dwarf felt somewhat stupid for not realizing that, but passed it up to Aragorn, who handed it to Legolas, who passed it to Kayla. "Hannon le (Thank you)," she whispered as she stuck it at the base of the window. "Ready guys?" They nodded. "Brace yourselves," she whispered as she began to push down on the crowbar.
The window popped open without any fuss. "I've still got it," Kayla mumbled to herself as she dropped the crowbar to toward the ground. Unfortunately, it smacked Gimli in the head and knocked him backwards. Kayla grabbed onto the window frame and held on for dear life as her friends toppled toward the tree. Legolas grabbed onto the branch as Gimli lost his footing and fell with Aragorn.
Kayla struggled, but finally pulled herself up through the window and looked back at her friends. She saw Legolas release his hold from the branch and land gracefully on his feet. "You guys okay?" she asked in a loud whisper. They all nodded their heads. "I'll be right out," she said as she disappeared from their sight and into the house.
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As Kayla stepped through the window, she took in the darkness around her and shivered. This house was always more eerie at night. "No wonder I left," she whispered, "Good thing to." She walked over to the trunk and lifted the white sheet off it. "I love you, Mom...and I need answers," she said softly as she made the attempt to lift the trunk. She couldn't do it though, for it was too heavy.
"Okay," she muttered as she began to drag it toward the window. Her eyes scanned the room as she moved quietly. Something didn't feel right to her. It was like she was being watched with ever step she took. She suddenly felt something smack her in the back of the head. She fell to the ground and clutched the back of her head. "Ye should know better than to break into my house, Kayla!" her father's voice said, cutting through the darkness.
"I was just-"
"You were just stealing that chest from this room. I ordered you to stay away from here...so now you must pay!" Kayla heard him unsheathe a sword and her heart began to race. She glanced at the wall and saw his shadow lift his sword into the air above her. She instantly kicked him in the leg and forced him to lose his balance and topple backwards. Kayla did a front flip from the ground and made it over to a wall where she grabbed her old sword from its hold. "Always glad I took those classes," she muttered as she pointed it at her father.
"What is it that you want?" he asked.
"Just let me take the chest," she stated firmly as she raised the sword to his throat. He lay still on the wooden floor and gripped the handle of his sword firmly. "You will never take that thing out of this house as long as I'm alive," he said calmly.
"Then I guess you won't be alive!" Kayla shouted as she raised her sword and went to strike her father. He, however, had rolled away from her strike and stood up. "You will never take the chest...and I'm ordering you to leave my house!"
"I'm not leaving without that chest!"
"Then I guess ye won't be leaving alive!" he shouted as he went to strike Kayla. She blocked his swing and countered it with a hard blow at his chest. What she didn't know was that he kept daggers behind his back. David quickly whipped out a dagger and threw it at Kayla. She did a back flip to escape, but felt a sharp pain above her heart. She glanced down and saw the dagger pierced through her flesh. Crimson blood began to seep through her clothing as she looked back at her father. As she lifted her sword again, an arrow flew past her head and directly into her father's heart. "What the-?" she asked as she turned around and saw Legolas standing in the room with another arrow notched.
"We have to leave," he said, "Before someone comes and finds this."
"Get the chest," Kayla ordered, "I'll be right there." Legolas nodded and grabbed the chest, slipping out the window almost soundlessly. Kayla then looked back at her father. He was lying on the floor, his sword about an arm's length away, and his hands over his heart. "Dad," she whispered as she ran to him and knelt beside his almost lifeless body.
"Kayla..." he whispered, "My daughter, Kayla..."
"What? You're just being nice because you know you're on your deathbed," she said, her eyes filled with anger.
"Kayla...just...just listen," he said in a raspy voice, "I...I'm so sorry. I should have treated you with more...love and care..." He hesitantly reached his hand to her cheek and ran his calloused hands over her smooth face. Kayla's eyes widened. He had never touched her like that...at least...since she was a child. "I loved your mother so much, Kayla. I see her every time I look at you. That's why I made you leave. I couldn't look at you without seeing my wife."
"Oh, Dad," she whispered as she embraced him, "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to really kill you. I should have made Legolas stay on the ground with Aragorn."
"Ah...Aragorn...that's a fine man."
"Why don't you tell me about my mother?"
"I'm dying. I can feel the blood from my heart seeping into the other parts of my body. There's no way I can tell it all."
"Then just tell me who she was then...and how you know Aragorn."
"I met...met him in M-Middle Earth," Dave said as his voice got softer, "Where...where I met your mother."
"What?" Kayla asked, "She was from Middle Earth?" Her father nodded. "And she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen...you look just like her." Tears began to roll down Kayla's cheeks. This man was so good on the inside...he just didn't know how to show care anymore. "Ye see that necklace you're wearing was hers...from her father. He was El...El...I Love You, Kayla."
"Dad...no...who was he?" Kayla was desperate to know. Her father was the only one who could tell her the truth right now. That's all she wanted. "His name...it...it was...El..." His voice trailed off as his head turned to his side and his hand fell to the wooden floor. Kayla felt her eyes stinging with tears. Her father was dead. "No, Dad...NO!" she cried as she leaned over his body and kissed his forehead. He loved her finally...and he was gone.
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A/N: Sorry it took me a while to update. Hope ye enjoyed the chapter. I'm still crying after writing this. It was very difficult for me to write...and it's gonna get depressing before it gets more cheerful again.
Disclaimer~ I do not own any of Tolkien's creations. I only own my characters and some of the storyline.
~IMPORTANT~ Please DO NOT flame my story, because you have been warned. By the way, I HAVE read the LOTR books. If you have some constructive criticism or tips for me, please e-mail me at:
celticpirate87@charter.net
Thank you for your consideration. Peace!
~Jack-Sparrow-Lover
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~*~RATED "R" FOR LANGUAGE AND POSSIBLY OTHER STUFF~*~
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/.../= thoughts of a character
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A/N: DO NOT MAKE ASSUMPTIONS by the title of this chapter. Ye never know what it actually means.
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Chapter 9~ I Love You Kayla
Kayla tossed and turned in her bed. She just couldn't seem to get comfortable, no matter what she tried. "What's wrong with me?" she asked herself as she threw her head against the pillows. Her eyes were focused on the darkness of the room. She felt something in the pit of her stomach. It was like she was being haunted by something...or someone. "Maybe I just had too much to drink," she muttered to herself quietly as she stood up and threw on her robe.
She felt different...very different. It was like she had lost all feeling throughout her entire body and soul. Kayla slipped on her slippers and walked to the door of her room. She opened it and walked out quietly, knowing that Legolas might hear her footsteps if he awoke. Legolas...just his name made her shiver. "What am I thinking? It would never work out," she said as she walked out to the living room and sat down on the couch. Thank God her friends hadn't spent the night. "What would never work out?" a voice said from behind her.
Kayla jumped and stood up quickly to see someone standing in the darkness behind the couch. She couldn't make out who it was, but it was clearly a male. "Aragorn, is that you?" she asked.
"No," the figure answered.
"Legolas?" she questioned.
"No."
"Then who are you?"
"I'm someone you have yet to meet," the man replied softly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kayla snapped, "Just tell me who the fuck you are!"
"Keep your voice down, melonin (My friend). You don't want Legolas to wake up." Kayla recognized the last word of his first sentence..."friend" in Elven tongue. This man knew Elvish? "Who are you?" she asked.
"I cannot tell you, my lady. Just seek help from a wizard to get your answers," he replied kindly.
"There are no wizards here." Just as she said that, the lights came on and she saw Legolas standing by the stairs with a puzzled look on his face. Kayla's eyes frantically searched the room. The man...at least...she thought it was a man...was gone. "Who were you talking to?" the elf asked.
"A man...there was a man here..." Legolas gave her a questioning look. "I'm serious! There was a man...some strange man-"
"Shh." Kayla was silenced by Legolas' gentle fingers over her lips. He had walked up to her so quickly that she hadn't even noticed. Her dark eyes looked into his, filling with fear and confusion. "Sit," he whispered as he placed an arm around her and made her sit down on the couch. She reluctantly obeyed and looked at her hands. They were shaking. Legolas gently took her hands in his and brought them to his lips for a feather- like kiss. Kayla shuddered at his action. "Are you alright, Arwenamin (My lady)?" he asked.
"I'm not sure anymore. Three characters out of a movie are living in my house, I danced with an elf, a stranger visited me, I can't sleep, Aragorn knows my father, and-"
"Okay...okay...relax," the elf whispered reassuringly as he hugged her close. Kayla's entire body went limp in his arms. He had such a strong, but gentle embrace. Strong enough that he could crush her bones, but gentle enough to hold a small child comfortably.
Legolas rested his chin atop her head and rocked her slowly back and forth, giving her a chance to let out her feelings. Something was obviously hurting her. "What's troubling you, Kayla?" She looked up at him with innocent eyes. His perfect face held concern, strength, persistence, and something else that she could not pick out. "My lady?" he pressed.
"Sorry..." she said meekly, "I'm just stressed out about everything. My life has gotten pretty damn weird lately, ya know?"
"I can understand why you would feel this way, for I'm the same. I never expected to arrive in this world...especially in the middle of a battle."
"The Pelennor Fields...dangerous place..."
"How do you know about the Pelennor Fields?" he asked. Kayla went silent and stared up into the darkening blue eyes. "I already told you that your story is a book...and a movie." He nodded. "Well, that means I know what's going to happen up until Aragorn becomes the King of Gondor...and Frodo sailing to the Undying Lands. I never read into the details of the book that much, so I don't really know what happens to you besides your survival."
"I see." That was all Legolas could say. The idea of someone knowing the future reminded him a lot of Gandalf. "So, you are a wizard of some kind?" he asked.
"No...but I know what will happen in your future." Then it hit her..."seek help from a wizard to get your answers" the stranger had said. Psychics were almost like witches and wizards. She didn't believe in them, but maybe that's what the man meant. "I need to seek help from a psychic," she said quietly, "But first we need to get something from my father's house."
"Didn't I hear you say that you weren't allowed in there?"
"I guess you're right, Leggy...let's go wake up Aragorn and Gimli. They can help."
"What?"
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"Come on, gimme a boost!" Kayla whispered loudly.
"It's kinda hard being the one at the bottom, lass," Gimli said, straining to hold his ground.
"Lift with the knees, Gimli...and Aragorn, push Legolas up." Kayla had a brilliant idea. She had her companions lift her high into the air...Gimli at the bottom, Aragorn above him, Legolas sat on Aragorn's shoulders, and Kayla was being held by Legolas. They were scaling the window of her father's house...her old bedroom window. "Come on," she whispered as she reached for the windowsill, "Just a little higher...Got it!" She had finally grabbed onto the window frame itself. /I'm so happy I used to sneak out of my house as a kid. Just better now to have people help instead of using that damn tree / she thought as she looked next to her at the large Oak tree.
Kayla looked down at Gimli. "Pass up the crowbar," she whispered.
"The what?" he asked.
"Gimme a break midget," she muttered to herself before saying, "The black metal thing." The dwarf felt somewhat stupid for not realizing that, but passed it up to Aragorn, who handed it to Legolas, who passed it to Kayla. "Hannon le (Thank you)," she whispered as she stuck it at the base of the window. "Ready guys?" They nodded. "Brace yourselves," she whispered as she began to push down on the crowbar.
The window popped open without any fuss. "I've still got it," Kayla mumbled to herself as she dropped the crowbar to toward the ground. Unfortunately, it smacked Gimli in the head and knocked him backwards. Kayla grabbed onto the window frame and held on for dear life as her friends toppled toward the tree. Legolas grabbed onto the branch as Gimli lost his footing and fell with Aragorn.
Kayla struggled, but finally pulled herself up through the window and looked back at her friends. She saw Legolas release his hold from the branch and land gracefully on his feet. "You guys okay?" she asked in a loud whisper. They all nodded their heads. "I'll be right out," she said as she disappeared from their sight and into the house.
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As Kayla stepped through the window, she took in the darkness around her and shivered. This house was always more eerie at night. "No wonder I left," she whispered, "Good thing to." She walked over to the trunk and lifted the white sheet off it. "I love you, Mom...and I need answers," she said softly as she made the attempt to lift the trunk. She couldn't do it though, for it was too heavy.
"Okay," she muttered as she began to drag it toward the window. Her eyes scanned the room as she moved quietly. Something didn't feel right to her. It was like she was being watched with ever step she took. She suddenly felt something smack her in the back of the head. She fell to the ground and clutched the back of her head. "Ye should know better than to break into my house, Kayla!" her father's voice said, cutting through the darkness.
"I was just-"
"You were just stealing that chest from this room. I ordered you to stay away from here...so now you must pay!" Kayla heard him unsheathe a sword and her heart began to race. She glanced at the wall and saw his shadow lift his sword into the air above her. She instantly kicked him in the leg and forced him to lose his balance and topple backwards. Kayla did a front flip from the ground and made it over to a wall where she grabbed her old sword from its hold. "Always glad I took those classes," she muttered as she pointed it at her father.
"What is it that you want?" he asked.
"Just let me take the chest," she stated firmly as she raised the sword to his throat. He lay still on the wooden floor and gripped the handle of his sword firmly. "You will never take that thing out of this house as long as I'm alive," he said calmly.
"Then I guess you won't be alive!" Kayla shouted as she raised her sword and went to strike her father. He, however, had rolled away from her strike and stood up. "You will never take the chest...and I'm ordering you to leave my house!"
"I'm not leaving without that chest!"
"Then I guess ye won't be leaving alive!" he shouted as he went to strike Kayla. She blocked his swing and countered it with a hard blow at his chest. What she didn't know was that he kept daggers behind his back. David quickly whipped out a dagger and threw it at Kayla. She did a back flip to escape, but felt a sharp pain above her heart. She glanced down and saw the dagger pierced through her flesh. Crimson blood began to seep through her clothing as she looked back at her father. As she lifted her sword again, an arrow flew past her head and directly into her father's heart. "What the-?" she asked as she turned around and saw Legolas standing in the room with another arrow notched.
"We have to leave," he said, "Before someone comes and finds this."
"Get the chest," Kayla ordered, "I'll be right there." Legolas nodded and grabbed the chest, slipping out the window almost soundlessly. Kayla then looked back at her father. He was lying on the floor, his sword about an arm's length away, and his hands over his heart. "Dad," she whispered as she ran to him and knelt beside his almost lifeless body.
"Kayla..." he whispered, "My daughter, Kayla..."
"What? You're just being nice because you know you're on your deathbed," she said, her eyes filled with anger.
"Kayla...just...just listen," he said in a raspy voice, "I...I'm so sorry. I should have treated you with more...love and care..." He hesitantly reached his hand to her cheek and ran his calloused hands over her smooth face. Kayla's eyes widened. He had never touched her like that...at least...since she was a child. "I loved your mother so much, Kayla. I see her every time I look at you. That's why I made you leave. I couldn't look at you without seeing my wife."
"Oh, Dad," she whispered as she embraced him, "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to really kill you. I should have made Legolas stay on the ground with Aragorn."
"Ah...Aragorn...that's a fine man."
"Why don't you tell me about my mother?"
"I'm dying. I can feel the blood from my heart seeping into the other parts of my body. There's no way I can tell it all."
"Then just tell me who she was then...and how you know Aragorn."
"I met...met him in M-Middle Earth," Dave said as his voice got softer, "Where...where I met your mother."
"What?" Kayla asked, "She was from Middle Earth?" Her father nodded. "And she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen...you look just like her." Tears began to roll down Kayla's cheeks. This man was so good on the inside...he just didn't know how to show care anymore. "Ye see that necklace you're wearing was hers...from her father. He was El...El...I Love You, Kayla."
"Dad...no...who was he?" Kayla was desperate to know. Her father was the only one who could tell her the truth right now. That's all she wanted. "His name...it...it was...El..." His voice trailed off as his head turned to his side and his hand fell to the wooden floor. Kayla felt her eyes stinging with tears. Her father was dead. "No, Dad...NO!" she cried as she leaned over his body and kissed his forehead. He loved her finally...and he was gone.
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A/N: Sorry it took me a while to update. Hope ye enjoyed the chapter. I'm still crying after writing this. It was very difficult for me to write...and it's gonna get depressing before it gets more cheerful again.