A/N: I haven't gotten 5 reviews...I WANT THEM!!!!! I'm planning on
kidnapping... Oh, I dunno. I'll decide at the end of the chapter! MUAH HA
HA!!!!!!
Hey, do you know what's cool? OF COURSE YOU DON'T!!!! It's just that Fanya means 'white cloud' in elvish, and Linque (her father, if you've all forgotten) means 'water'. so water makes clouds when it evaporates! Yea!!! Random but true! I LIKE THIS JOB! Well...not job, more like, thingthatIcandoinmysparetimewhichisalmostnothingbutIfindsparetimeanyway. (hehehehehehe!!!)
Chapter Two: Traveling
Fanya awoke several hours later as the sun was rising. As much as she hated waking up that early, she decided she had no choice if she wanted to reach Mirkwood in the most short amount of time possible, which seemed to be about a fortnight, seeing as she had 400-500 miles to cover.
She tried to tame her waist long blonde hair by running her fingers through it. After (somewhat) getting it untangled, she braided it, knowing it would get more tangled when she would ride. 'Elves have it easy...their hair just waves around looking glorious, but me on the other hand...mine does exactly what I don't want it to do. It gets all messy.THANK YOU mother for BEING HUMAN...' she thought sarcastically. Half elves don't get all the wonderful qualities that pure elves do. They only get half of them, and lose them if they chose mortality. They become full elves (A/N: 'full?' you all may ask? Well, she's only a half elf, so when she becomes a real elf, the half doubles to full...right?) they gain all the walking silently, the perfect hearing, and the glorious eyesight. Though she already is much better at that than humans are.
She rode for what seemed like years. She didn't stop Morion much, because she knew that she could take the exercise. Morion was a elven-bred horse that her father had given her when she was 10, (way back when he tried to claim her) and she had learned to ride him like a real elf - bareback. Fanya only stopped when she was about to fall off the horse from being too tired. She dearly wished there was someone to talk to her, someone to keep her company. But all she had were the trees, the grass, the rivers, and the hills. And her horse, but her horse couldn't talk, though Fanya could sense what she was thinking, whether she was tired, or brimming with energy. Fanya always paid attention to her horse, because that was her number one traveling choice. She could have walked, but there was no chance of her getting there within a month.
*three days later*
Fanya slid off her horse onto the wet, muddy ground. She knew of a small town nearby, but she knew not the name. She sighed exasperatedly and sank down to the ground, leaning against a tree trunk. "It's raining. I'm wet. I'm cold. And I'm hungry." I can't believe how dreary it's been." Absent- mindedly stroking Morion, she started to sing to herself the song that she made up when she was small. "The red sun is rising, O ' r the hill, Horses are riding, Far 'way! Trees are swaying, In the wind. Flowers. Dancing. In the wind!." (A/N: THAT SONG IS MINE. It's sung to the first part of the song 'Rohan')
Then she let go. The flood of tears that had been threatening to come out for days came out. She remembered the times when her mother had been drunk and had abused her.when her stepfather had done the same.All the times she had been laughed at as a child because she was a half elf. the time that her father could not take her...how she had to see him leave... leave for what seemed like forever... And now she was tired, cold, and hungry... she stood up, shaking herself, and drawing her cloak more tightly around her. She whispered something to her horse, mounted it, and trotted into the distance, knowing that she couldn't linger on the past in order for her future to get better.
But someone was watching.
A/N: That was the chapter. A bit depressing toward the end (to me at least!) but good all the same. I GOT 1 REVIEW!!! YEA!!!!!!! *dances around room* thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!!! *dances more*
Ooh. The plot thickens. *smiles evilly*
And my brother is telling me to get off and hurting me immensely, so I guess I should hurry and upload this thing. *sigh* brothers are such pains.
Hey, do you know what's cool? OF COURSE YOU DON'T!!!! It's just that Fanya means 'white cloud' in elvish, and Linque (her father, if you've all forgotten) means 'water'. so water makes clouds when it evaporates! Yea!!! Random but true! I LIKE THIS JOB! Well...not job, more like, thingthatIcandoinmysparetimewhichisalmostnothingbutIfindsparetimeanyway. (hehehehehehe!!!)
Chapter Two: Traveling
Fanya awoke several hours later as the sun was rising. As much as she hated waking up that early, she decided she had no choice if she wanted to reach Mirkwood in the most short amount of time possible, which seemed to be about a fortnight, seeing as she had 400-500 miles to cover.
She tried to tame her waist long blonde hair by running her fingers through it. After (somewhat) getting it untangled, she braided it, knowing it would get more tangled when she would ride. 'Elves have it easy...their hair just waves around looking glorious, but me on the other hand...mine does exactly what I don't want it to do. It gets all messy.THANK YOU mother for BEING HUMAN...' she thought sarcastically. Half elves don't get all the wonderful qualities that pure elves do. They only get half of them, and lose them if they chose mortality. They become full elves (A/N: 'full?' you all may ask? Well, she's only a half elf, so when she becomes a real elf, the half doubles to full...right?) they gain all the walking silently, the perfect hearing, and the glorious eyesight. Though she already is much better at that than humans are.
She rode for what seemed like years. She didn't stop Morion much, because she knew that she could take the exercise. Morion was a elven-bred horse that her father had given her when she was 10, (way back when he tried to claim her) and she had learned to ride him like a real elf - bareback. Fanya only stopped when she was about to fall off the horse from being too tired. She dearly wished there was someone to talk to her, someone to keep her company. But all she had were the trees, the grass, the rivers, and the hills. And her horse, but her horse couldn't talk, though Fanya could sense what she was thinking, whether she was tired, or brimming with energy. Fanya always paid attention to her horse, because that was her number one traveling choice. She could have walked, but there was no chance of her getting there within a month.
*three days later*
Fanya slid off her horse onto the wet, muddy ground. She knew of a small town nearby, but she knew not the name. She sighed exasperatedly and sank down to the ground, leaning against a tree trunk. "It's raining. I'm wet. I'm cold. And I'm hungry." I can't believe how dreary it's been." Absent- mindedly stroking Morion, she started to sing to herself the song that she made up when she was small. "The red sun is rising, O ' r the hill, Horses are riding, Far 'way! Trees are swaying, In the wind. Flowers. Dancing. In the wind!." (A/N: THAT SONG IS MINE. It's sung to the first part of the song 'Rohan')
Then she let go. The flood of tears that had been threatening to come out for days came out. She remembered the times when her mother had been drunk and had abused her.when her stepfather had done the same.All the times she had been laughed at as a child because she was a half elf. the time that her father could not take her...how she had to see him leave... leave for what seemed like forever... And now she was tired, cold, and hungry... she stood up, shaking herself, and drawing her cloak more tightly around her. She whispered something to her horse, mounted it, and trotted into the distance, knowing that she couldn't linger on the past in order for her future to get better.
But someone was watching.
A/N: That was the chapter. A bit depressing toward the end (to me at least!) but good all the same. I GOT 1 REVIEW!!! YEA!!!!!!! *dances around room* thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!!! *dances more*
Ooh. The plot thickens. *smiles evilly*
And my brother is telling me to get off and hurting me immensely, so I guess I should hurry and upload this thing. *sigh* brothers are such pains.
