A/N: Ok, I SWEAR I rewrote this chapter about 10 bazillion times!!!!! I'm
going to SCREAM if I have to do it any more!!! *pulls hair out*
Orli: She spends practically her to much time on her computer.
Me: It's not a problem, is it?
Orli: She spends practically her whole LIFE on the computer!!!
Me: Well, I'm not hurting you by typing am I?
Orli: Well, no. But I have to deal with you typing about me!
Me: Ok, that's it! *ties Orli to a chair*
BTW, this chappy is going to switch between Leggy and Fanya. I'll let you know when I do change.
-~^*^~-Disclaimer in Ch. 6-~^*^~-
Chapter Nine: Trouble
"Amin mela lle, ada," Fanya told her father as the sun began to rise the next morning.
"Amin mela lle," he hugged her. "Remember all of your training, and be careful." He said to her. She nodded, and suddenly wished that she didn't need to leave. She had become so close to her father for the fifty years that she had spent in Greenwood, and she wished she could spend more time there. 'But, I guess I have the rest of my life to spend here...' she thought. She mounted Morion, who was still as lively and energetic as she was 50 years ago, though many horses would have died long before, she was Elven-bred, and lived for nearly 100 years. Fanya knew that she had little time with Morion left, as she was nearing the age of 80.
"Remember to come back!" He father shouted after she had took off. She smiled and willed her thoughts to go back to her father. 'Of course I will, this is my home, my sanctuary.'
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As she neared the small human village, she thought that she would rest there until morning, as it was already sundown. She knew it not safe to travel nowadays at night, for orc sightings had multiplied, and evil seemed to be brewing in the lands south of here...
She entered the village and found a small inn. She pulled up her hood to hide her face. She knew what humans did to elves at pubs, and she didn't want anything to happen like that to her. The sign over the door read "Blue Moon Inn" In big blue loopy letters, and there was a massive yellow moon behind it. The sign swayed in the wind, making a terrible creaking sound that made Fanya cringe, her elf-ears ready to fall off.
Walking in, she saw many drunken men and a few tipsy women. She knew what happened to humans when they got too drunk...most of them bad. Watching in horror, she saw one of the women rip off her shirt fully exposing her chest. Fanya looked away, as most of the men in the room pounced on her, as if she was their prey. She heard drinking songs, with most of the words slurred, and she saw plenty of men walking around, fainting, and dripping beer around the whole place.
Only one person seemed to be staying out of the way. She couldn't tell who it was, as they had their cloak hood up, and they were sitting in shadow. She walked to the innkeeper, who seemed the only human in the whole place that wasn't drunk.
"Sir, I am looking for a room to stay in for the night." She said in a voice quite unlike her own.
"Yes..." he checked a list. "Erm...room twelve seems to be free. You can pay in the morning," he said as he wrote something down on the sheet of paper. Fanya nodded, and proceeded to a corner, where there was plenty of darkness to hide her in. She took a flask out of her bag, and drank the water in there, for she didn't even want to know what kind of water they served there.
She noticed the person in the other corner staring at her. At least, she thought he was staring at her. His head was turned in her direction, and it was unmoving. Suddenly a sound made her jump.
"Hello why're yeh over here'n a corner?" one of the wasted men said to her. She didn't respond.
"Why're yeh hid'n yer face?" He asked again.
No answer.
"Well, we can' have that," he said, jerking her out of her seat, which caused her hood to slip and reveal her face.
"Ooh, we have a lady 'ere!" he shouted to the crowd. He took the rest of her hood off with one swift motion, grabbing some of her hair in the process. She squealed in pain, and tried to get away.
"Not only is she a lady, she's'n elf too!" He roared happily to the crowd at the bar, showing off her ears. He ran one rough, dirty finger over the tip of her ear, which caused her to recoil, almost screaming in pain. Then everything went black.
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Legolas watched her as he came in. She seemed unsure of herself, and had her hood up, but he knew who she was.
She talked to the innkeeper for a minute...Goddamn, was she going to stay here? The idiot. Then she went to sit in an equally dark corner.
He took the time to think about his thoughts. Ok, it was a bit lame to sit there and say 'I'm going to sort out my thoughts!' but he felt he needed to. The elf in the corner was Fanya. He knew that. He had left to deliver the message that his father had given him to Rivendell. What was she doing here though? He would ask her sometime. He was about to stand up to walk over to her, when he noticed that a filthy, drunk man was talking to her. The human jerked her up, revealing her face and her ears. He was showing her off to the crowd...Oh, if he tried anything...then he did. He ran one finger over the tip of her ear. Legolas was ready to murder. He knew how painful it was in a situation like this. He grabbed a chair and threw it at him, yelling "Leave her be!"
Fanya sank into a big heap on the floor. Apparently she had fainted from fear, or from shock at his touching her ear. Legolas, his hood still up, scooped her up, and walked to the innkeeper, who had been staring at the whole thing with an open mouth. Legolas cleared his throat, and said, "Where is this young lady staying?"
"Here, sir. In room twelve." He answered shakily.
"Thank you," He leapt up the stairs, and walked noiselessly to room twelve. Opening it, he walked to the moldy bed, and lay her on it. Then he walked to the door and locked it. He covered up Fanya in a blanket, and sat down in a chair to wait for her to wake up.
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"Aiya..." groaned Fanya, as she woke up. Her head felt terrible. She remembered last night, and wondered how she had gotten up here in her room. She finally noticed someone sitting in a chair dozing. She screamed, as she realized who it was.
"LEGOLAS GREENLEAF WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?"
He jerked awake, and shook his head to rid him of his tiredness. "Well, my lady, You don't remember what happened last night do you?"
"...vaguely..."
"Exactly."
"Well then, what did happen, Mr. Prince?"
"Well, you fainted, and I knocked out the filthy human who was molesting you with a chair." He said plainly and sarcastically.
"And why are you in my room?"
"Because you were bound to ask questions like this when you woke up."
"Oh..." she regained her composure. "Well, I have to be going, so I'll be leaving." She stood up, but immediately sat back down. Her headache was killing her...
"What is wrong, Fanya?" He asked.
She shook her head, but then realized something. "Wait! How do you know my name?" she asked, shocked.
"I'm the prince! I have the power to find these things out!" He said, shrugging.
"Well screw princedom..." she muttered. She had to find some way to get rid of this headache.
"My lady, I'm serious, what is wrong?" Legolas asked, only care in his voice.
"Well," she replied sarcastically, "I just spent the last night in a room with the one elf I hate and had been touched on my EAR by a filthy human!" She said.
That hurt.
"If you insist, I will leave now." He stood up.
"You do that, princy boy..." she mumbled.
A/N: I don't really want to stop right now, but I have to, otherwise the chapter will either go too far into details or I'll start to rant. And you don't WANT TO KNOW ME when I rant.
Orli: *sulk*
Me: I'll give you a cookie if you don't sulk...
Orli: Cookies have sugar...sugar is bad for the complexion... *sulk*
Me: Well, while Orli's sulking, you all can review! And in the meantime, I'll ANSWER reviews!
Review Responses:
Anaka Greenleaf: Well, here's another *I think* long chappy ^^
I'm An Angry Gumball: Hehe...Ya I like your new penname. Lol. Thx, I've never gotten a review with only two words in it! *lol* Thanks for reviewing...TWICE! ^^
Arwen1481: (to your first review) Yes way! Another cliffhanger! *lol* Thx! (to your second review) Wowsers...two reviews *looks impressed* And this is the chappy where she meets up with Legolas again, so I guess that answers your question ^^.
YueMichiruNaragisawaMiko: *gasps for air* long name... Thx, I'm doing my best, I'm glad you like it ^^
Crissy Dowie: *scared look* I promise! I promise! Just NOT THE HAMMIES!!! *runs away*
Tracy: Thank you! Honestly, I can't imagine an angry Leggy, but I have Orli glaring at me right now, and I guess that gives me an idea...lol
A. K. Y. C.: I'm sure you love prezzies...I guess this one would be Christmas...what about Halloween? And Thanksgiving? And Boxing day? AND New years? AND MY BIRTHDAY????? (November 18th ^^) Lol...I promise I won't let you all down! *grins*
Arroz: I know, it really sucks about how that really happens in real life *sad look* And no, she's delivering a message for her father, she's not on the guard...but good guess ^^. Your comment at the end about this story being a really really good one made me feel all fuzzily warm inside! I bounced around for the rest of the day, seriously!
Stargirl1719: Thx for the review!........I'm going! I'm going *writes more*
Ok, that's all the reviews for that chappy! ^^ Still no flames! Whoop!
Just have to put in, if you don't like it, don't bother reading it OR reviewing it. I don't want flames as much as YOU don't like mary-sues.
Enough for this chappy ^^
-The Hobbit Ivy;;;;;; 9:22PM 9/14/03 (well, that was when I originally wrote it, now it's 9:39PM 9/17/03 so you see how much I had to go through to get it right?????)
Orli: She spends practically her to much time on her computer.
Me: It's not a problem, is it?
Orli: She spends practically her whole LIFE on the computer!!!
Me: Well, I'm not hurting you by typing am I?
Orli: Well, no. But I have to deal with you typing about me!
Me: Ok, that's it! *ties Orli to a chair*
BTW, this chappy is going to switch between Leggy and Fanya. I'll let you know when I do change.
-~^*^~-Disclaimer in Ch. 6-~^*^~-
Chapter Nine: Trouble
"Amin mela lle, ada," Fanya told her father as the sun began to rise the next morning.
"Amin mela lle," he hugged her. "Remember all of your training, and be careful." He said to her. She nodded, and suddenly wished that she didn't need to leave. She had become so close to her father for the fifty years that she had spent in Greenwood, and she wished she could spend more time there. 'But, I guess I have the rest of my life to spend here...' she thought. She mounted Morion, who was still as lively and energetic as she was 50 years ago, though many horses would have died long before, she was Elven-bred, and lived for nearly 100 years. Fanya knew that she had little time with Morion left, as she was nearing the age of 80.
"Remember to come back!" He father shouted after she had took off. She smiled and willed her thoughts to go back to her father. 'Of course I will, this is my home, my sanctuary.'
-~^*^~--~^*^~--~^*^~--~^*^~--~^*^~-
As she neared the small human village, she thought that she would rest there until morning, as it was already sundown. She knew it not safe to travel nowadays at night, for orc sightings had multiplied, and evil seemed to be brewing in the lands south of here...
She entered the village and found a small inn. She pulled up her hood to hide her face. She knew what humans did to elves at pubs, and she didn't want anything to happen like that to her. The sign over the door read "Blue Moon Inn" In big blue loopy letters, and there was a massive yellow moon behind it. The sign swayed in the wind, making a terrible creaking sound that made Fanya cringe, her elf-ears ready to fall off.
Walking in, she saw many drunken men and a few tipsy women. She knew what happened to humans when they got too drunk...most of them bad. Watching in horror, she saw one of the women rip off her shirt fully exposing her chest. Fanya looked away, as most of the men in the room pounced on her, as if she was their prey. She heard drinking songs, with most of the words slurred, and she saw plenty of men walking around, fainting, and dripping beer around the whole place.
Only one person seemed to be staying out of the way. She couldn't tell who it was, as they had their cloak hood up, and they were sitting in shadow. She walked to the innkeeper, who seemed the only human in the whole place that wasn't drunk.
"Sir, I am looking for a room to stay in for the night." She said in a voice quite unlike her own.
"Yes..." he checked a list. "Erm...room twelve seems to be free. You can pay in the morning," he said as he wrote something down on the sheet of paper. Fanya nodded, and proceeded to a corner, where there was plenty of darkness to hide her in. She took a flask out of her bag, and drank the water in there, for she didn't even want to know what kind of water they served there.
She noticed the person in the other corner staring at her. At least, she thought he was staring at her. His head was turned in her direction, and it was unmoving. Suddenly a sound made her jump.
"Hello why're yeh over here'n a corner?" one of the wasted men said to her. She didn't respond.
"Why're yeh hid'n yer face?" He asked again.
No answer.
"Well, we can' have that," he said, jerking her out of her seat, which caused her hood to slip and reveal her face.
"Ooh, we have a lady 'ere!" he shouted to the crowd. He took the rest of her hood off with one swift motion, grabbing some of her hair in the process. She squealed in pain, and tried to get away.
"Not only is she a lady, she's'n elf too!" He roared happily to the crowd at the bar, showing off her ears. He ran one rough, dirty finger over the tip of her ear, which caused her to recoil, almost screaming in pain. Then everything went black.
-~^*^~--~^*^~--~^*^~--~^*^~--~^*^~-
Legolas watched her as he came in. She seemed unsure of herself, and had her hood up, but he knew who she was.
She talked to the innkeeper for a minute...Goddamn, was she going to stay here? The idiot. Then she went to sit in an equally dark corner.
He took the time to think about his thoughts. Ok, it was a bit lame to sit there and say 'I'm going to sort out my thoughts!' but he felt he needed to. The elf in the corner was Fanya. He knew that. He had left to deliver the message that his father had given him to Rivendell. What was she doing here though? He would ask her sometime. He was about to stand up to walk over to her, when he noticed that a filthy, drunk man was talking to her. The human jerked her up, revealing her face and her ears. He was showing her off to the crowd...Oh, if he tried anything...then he did. He ran one finger over the tip of her ear. Legolas was ready to murder. He knew how painful it was in a situation like this. He grabbed a chair and threw it at him, yelling "Leave her be!"
Fanya sank into a big heap on the floor. Apparently she had fainted from fear, or from shock at his touching her ear. Legolas, his hood still up, scooped her up, and walked to the innkeeper, who had been staring at the whole thing with an open mouth. Legolas cleared his throat, and said, "Where is this young lady staying?"
"Here, sir. In room twelve." He answered shakily.
"Thank you," He leapt up the stairs, and walked noiselessly to room twelve. Opening it, he walked to the moldy bed, and lay her on it. Then he walked to the door and locked it. He covered up Fanya in a blanket, and sat down in a chair to wait for her to wake up.
-~^*^~--~^*^~--~^*^~--~^*^~--~^*^~-
"Aiya..." groaned Fanya, as she woke up. Her head felt terrible. She remembered last night, and wondered how she had gotten up here in her room. She finally noticed someone sitting in a chair dozing. She screamed, as she realized who it was.
"LEGOLAS GREENLEAF WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?"
He jerked awake, and shook his head to rid him of his tiredness. "Well, my lady, You don't remember what happened last night do you?"
"...vaguely..."
"Exactly."
"Well then, what did happen, Mr. Prince?"
"Well, you fainted, and I knocked out the filthy human who was molesting you with a chair." He said plainly and sarcastically.
"And why are you in my room?"
"Because you were bound to ask questions like this when you woke up."
"Oh..." she regained her composure. "Well, I have to be going, so I'll be leaving." She stood up, but immediately sat back down. Her headache was killing her...
"What is wrong, Fanya?" He asked.
She shook her head, but then realized something. "Wait! How do you know my name?" she asked, shocked.
"I'm the prince! I have the power to find these things out!" He said, shrugging.
"Well screw princedom..." she muttered. She had to find some way to get rid of this headache.
"My lady, I'm serious, what is wrong?" Legolas asked, only care in his voice.
"Well," she replied sarcastically, "I just spent the last night in a room with the one elf I hate and had been touched on my EAR by a filthy human!" She said.
That hurt.
"If you insist, I will leave now." He stood up.
"You do that, princy boy..." she mumbled.
A/N: I don't really want to stop right now, but I have to, otherwise the chapter will either go too far into details or I'll start to rant. And you don't WANT TO KNOW ME when I rant.
Orli: *sulk*
Me: I'll give you a cookie if you don't sulk...
Orli: Cookies have sugar...sugar is bad for the complexion... *sulk*
Me: Well, while Orli's sulking, you all can review! And in the meantime, I'll ANSWER reviews!
Review Responses:
Anaka Greenleaf: Well, here's another *I think* long chappy ^^
I'm An Angry Gumball: Hehe...Ya I like your new penname. Lol. Thx, I've never gotten a review with only two words in it! *lol* Thanks for reviewing...TWICE! ^^
Arwen1481: (to your first review) Yes way! Another cliffhanger! *lol* Thx! (to your second review) Wowsers...two reviews *looks impressed* And this is the chappy where she meets up with Legolas again, so I guess that answers your question ^^.
YueMichiruNaragisawaMiko: *gasps for air* long name... Thx, I'm doing my best, I'm glad you like it ^^
Crissy Dowie: *scared look* I promise! I promise! Just NOT THE HAMMIES!!! *runs away*
Tracy: Thank you! Honestly, I can't imagine an angry Leggy, but I have Orli glaring at me right now, and I guess that gives me an idea...lol
A. K. Y. C.: I'm sure you love prezzies...I guess this one would be Christmas...what about Halloween? And Thanksgiving? And Boxing day? AND New years? AND MY BIRTHDAY????? (November 18th ^^) Lol...I promise I won't let you all down! *grins*
Arroz: I know, it really sucks about how that really happens in real life *sad look* And no, she's delivering a message for her father, she's not on the guard...but good guess ^^. Your comment at the end about this story being a really really good one made me feel all fuzzily warm inside! I bounced around for the rest of the day, seriously!
Stargirl1719: Thx for the review!........I'm going! I'm going *writes more*
Ok, that's all the reviews for that chappy! ^^ Still no flames! Whoop!
Just have to put in, if you don't like it, don't bother reading it OR reviewing it. I don't want flames as much as YOU don't like mary-sues.
Enough for this chappy ^^
-The Hobbit Ivy;;;;;; 9:22PM 9/14/03 (well, that was when I originally wrote it, now it's 9:39PM 9/17/03 so you see how much I had to go through to get it right?????)
