Disclaimer: not mine at all. only Kendall. And the Sitting Duck.everything else is not my own at all.
Chapter one: Drinks and Arrival.
Legolas Greenleaf roamed through the streets of the White City, his mind not focused at all on where his feet were taking him. All he knew was that he could not stand this silence that was in every last room of the Citadel. Eldarion was either busy with being the new King, or wrapping up some of King Elessar's unfinished business that he left behind. Arwen was no where to be found, and Gimli was definetally the moody dwarf of the year.
But an Elf could only stand that for so long. He needed to talk to someone who understood his grief, but anyone who fit that description always seemed to be unable to meet with the Mirkwood Prince.
' I feel like a child who craves attention.' Legolas admitted to himself. as he passed one of the gates and made his way through the third ring of the city. ' I would love someone to talk to, but everyone seems to be busy!'
Not only did he long for someone to talk to, but also for someone to cheer him up. The whole city of Minas Tirith was able to get back on track after their beloved King made for the halls of his fathers. The whole city - save for the Citadel. It was dark and sorrowful in there, and many of the guards did not like spending time in there if they didn't need to.
As Legolas walked around, a sign caught his eye, and he sighed. "I guess I'll go and have a drink." he mumbled, eyeing the tavern's door wearily. He shoved a hand into his pocket, making sure he had a few gold coins, and then pushed the door open and walked in.
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Kendall slowly opened her eyes, wondering why her back was hurting her so much. Looking around, she saw that she was laying on the ground (the reason her back hurt) in some big open field, with mountains all around her, and a huge, towering, white city right in front of her.
That was when she remembered what had just happened, and she jumped to her feet, scared out of her wits.
"Holy crap!" she cried, running a hand through her long, thick, dark brown tresses. "That ad was bloody well serious!" She glanced at the city with an expression of longing on her face. 'They'd have nice beds there' she thought tiredly. There was a breath of wind, and she shivered, realizing she was only wearing the "School of Rock" shirt and baggy pants she had on earlier. She had no shoes on, only socks. 'And probably some nice, warm clothes as well.'
Kendall started making her way to the city, the thought of warmth and beds the only thing keeping her going, as she let her mind wonder.
"I'm probably walking right now in the Pelennor..." she muttered to herself. But she was more curious as to the date then where she was. She was just a little worried that she may be standing on a battle field.
Finally, she arrived at the gate of the Citadel, where she was halted almost immeadiatly by the guards.
"Halt!" one of them cried, and Kendall stopped in her tracks.
"Who are you and where are you going?" the other one asked.
"M-my name is K-kendall." Kendall explained, now freezing cold after walking through the field for an hour. With no shoes. "I'm just wanting to get inside for some warmth, so new clothing, and maybe some food." A growling stomach backed up her last reason, and the guards hid a smile.
"Very well." Said the first guard. "You may pass."
"Thanks." Kendall said with a smile, and started to walk off before she remebered something.
"Hey," she said, spinning around. "Do you recommend any of the taverns here?"
"Yes." replied the second guard. "On the third ring of the city. It's name is The Sitting Duck."
Kendall grinned. "Thank you so much!" she cried, before hurrying up in the direction of the next gate.
A/N: I know, short, but you hafta admit, it's longer then the prologue. The only reason why it's so short is i'm tired...(finally).... and i've got a bad writers block. But i rememberd that some people wanted me to continue this. But I'm still a bit unsure. You lot will have to review this and tell me what you think, eh?
oh, im currently on vacation, but im going back home (england, for the time being) on the third of august. so i don't know when i'll get to update. may not be until school starts...and that sept second. I appologize for not updating other stories, but some of my friends have my notebooks, so i have no way of updating certain ones.go read my stories at the links in my profile.
well, my dad left for stupid ol' iraq....don't appritiate the army very much right now. maybe that's why my s/n for msn instant messenger is a quote from Faramir. "War will make corpses of us all"...
well, gotta go... litterally falling asleep here...!
PHE
Chapter one: Drinks and Arrival.
Legolas Greenleaf roamed through the streets of the White City, his mind not focused at all on where his feet were taking him. All he knew was that he could not stand this silence that was in every last room of the Citadel. Eldarion was either busy with being the new King, or wrapping up some of King Elessar's unfinished business that he left behind. Arwen was no where to be found, and Gimli was definetally the moody dwarf of the year.
But an Elf could only stand that for so long. He needed to talk to someone who understood his grief, but anyone who fit that description always seemed to be unable to meet with the Mirkwood Prince.
' I feel like a child who craves attention.' Legolas admitted to himself. as he passed one of the gates and made his way through the third ring of the city. ' I would love someone to talk to, but everyone seems to be busy!'
Not only did he long for someone to talk to, but also for someone to cheer him up. The whole city of Minas Tirith was able to get back on track after their beloved King made for the halls of his fathers. The whole city - save for the Citadel. It was dark and sorrowful in there, and many of the guards did not like spending time in there if they didn't need to.
As Legolas walked around, a sign caught his eye, and he sighed. "I guess I'll go and have a drink." he mumbled, eyeing the tavern's door wearily. He shoved a hand into his pocket, making sure he had a few gold coins, and then pushed the door open and walked in.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O
Kendall slowly opened her eyes, wondering why her back was hurting her so much. Looking around, she saw that she was laying on the ground (the reason her back hurt) in some big open field, with mountains all around her, and a huge, towering, white city right in front of her.
That was when she remembered what had just happened, and she jumped to her feet, scared out of her wits.
"Holy crap!" she cried, running a hand through her long, thick, dark brown tresses. "That ad was bloody well serious!" She glanced at the city with an expression of longing on her face. 'They'd have nice beds there' she thought tiredly. There was a breath of wind, and she shivered, realizing she was only wearing the "School of Rock" shirt and baggy pants she had on earlier. She had no shoes on, only socks. 'And probably some nice, warm clothes as well.'
Kendall started making her way to the city, the thought of warmth and beds the only thing keeping her going, as she let her mind wonder.
"I'm probably walking right now in the Pelennor..." she muttered to herself. But she was more curious as to the date then where she was. She was just a little worried that she may be standing on a battle field.
Finally, she arrived at the gate of the Citadel, where she was halted almost immeadiatly by the guards.
"Halt!" one of them cried, and Kendall stopped in her tracks.
"Who are you and where are you going?" the other one asked.
"M-my name is K-kendall." Kendall explained, now freezing cold after walking through the field for an hour. With no shoes. "I'm just wanting to get inside for some warmth, so new clothing, and maybe some food." A growling stomach backed up her last reason, and the guards hid a smile.
"Very well." Said the first guard. "You may pass."
"Thanks." Kendall said with a smile, and started to walk off before she remebered something.
"Hey," she said, spinning around. "Do you recommend any of the taverns here?"
"Yes." replied the second guard. "On the third ring of the city. It's name is The Sitting Duck."
Kendall grinned. "Thank you so much!" she cried, before hurrying up in the direction of the next gate.
A/N: I know, short, but you hafta admit, it's longer then the prologue. The only reason why it's so short is i'm tired...(finally).... and i've got a bad writers block. But i rememberd that some people wanted me to continue this. But I'm still a bit unsure. You lot will have to review this and tell me what you think, eh?
oh, im currently on vacation, but im going back home (england, for the time being) on the third of august. so i don't know when i'll get to update. may not be until school starts...and that sept second. I appologize for not updating other stories, but some of my friends have my notebooks, so i have no way of updating certain ones.go read my stories at the links in my profile.
well, my dad left for stupid ol' iraq....don't appritiate the army very much right now. maybe that's why my s/n for msn instant messenger is a quote from Faramir. "War will make corpses of us all"...
well, gotta go... litterally falling asleep here...!
PHE
