A/N: Hello all! I'm sorry I didn't get a chappy to y'all sooner, but I was
really busy last week. Orli's in the shower, because I permitted him to
leave his chair.
Orli: *singing* A pirates life for me!
Me: Doesn't he have the sexiest accent? *melts*
*Disclaimer in ch. 6*
Chapter Fifteen: Arriving in Minas Tirith
Changed ever-so-slightly from original version!!!
*Dream*
Fanya suddenly found herself in Rivendell, a place she had only been to once. The turrets and towers of the palace loomed over her and the intricacy of every building amazed her. It had a majestic air to it, almost making time stand still.
Smiling, she looked over to where a group of nine people were standing. There were four short, curly-haired creatures that looked like human children. A dwarf, with the most tangled beard and hair she had ever seen. Two of them were men. She recognized one as Boromir, son of Denethor. son of the Steward of Gondor; and another who she knew as Strider. He was cleaner than last time she saw him, when he arrived with that Gollum creature in Mirkwood. His wavy dark hair was combed, and he looked as though he'd had decent rest, and a bath or two. He was talking to Arwen, who was looking very sad. A wizard, who was wearing robes of gray, and one more person: Legolas. He was talking to an elven lady; who she was, Fanya didn't know. Fanya walked over to them, but they didn't seem to notice her. She could hear what he was saying to her.
"It has been many summers since I last saw you, and I'm afraid we must part again, Larien," he was saying in a low voice, as if trying to block others out.
"Yes, it has," she replied, "Indeed, I am saddened that you must leave on such a perilous quest. Can't you stay?"
"Nay, I cannot. I have to do my duty as a prince. Namaarie Larien, Tenna ento lye omenta," he whispered, and he leaned in as if he was going to kiss her. Fanya turned away, unable to bear it.
She was shocked. How could he do this? How could he just turn around to another girl? Didn't he like me?
She couldn't stand it any longer. She stomped off and sat down on a bench and cried. Didn't he even want her? What was he doing with another she-elf? What was the quest that Larien had talked about?
Rivendell slowly dissolved and Fanya's conscience stirred, as she woke to the chilly morning.
*End dream*
Fanya was jerked back into reality as her disturbing dream ended. What had that been about?
She felt betrayed. She knew that elves rarely dreamed, and when they did, it was often seeing the future... in one way or another. She rose and brushed herself off, glancing at the sleeping form of Legolas. A fire kindled in her. That she-elf in the dream! He kissed her! She walked silently to Morion, gathered up what she had brought, mounted and kicked Morion into action.
She had woken approximately an hour before dawn, and soon the saw the day's first light creep over the horizon.
Amazingly, she found herself at the gate to the massive city of Minas Tirith about an hour after sunrise. The guards still looked groggy and a bit stoned, but they were conscious enough to stop her and ask of her name and her errand.
"M'lady," one addressed her. "Who are you and what business do you have in the White City?"
"I am Fanya Helyan, daughter of Linque Helyan, and I am here on family matters." She replied, feeling her stomach twist at the thought of her family.
"You may pass." He told her. The guard at the other side of the gate stared openly at her as she urged Morion ahead. "Pervert..." she muttered to herself.
Through the next gate, and the next gate she went, until she finally reached the small area in which she could find her family. Peasants stared at her attire and her sword, whispering about women wielding such weaponry.
She spotted a house about 100 yards from where she sat atop Morion. Her heart skipped a beat. The accursed house in which she had been raised; the house where she had been abused; the house that she had finally and thankfully left. The house she had hoped never to see again...yet here she was.
There was suddenly a squeal. "Look, mommy! An elf! A real elf!"
"Terra, that's no way to act in public!"
"But mommy, an elf!"
The little girl, who looked to be about 6, dragged her mother over to Fanya, who dismounted and smiled at the embarrassed mother. "It's ok, I understand." She told her. She turned to the child and kneeled to be at her level of eyesight. "Hello, my name is Fanya," she said sweetly to her.
"My name's Terra." Said the little human girl, who seemed to be very shy talking to strangers. It made quite no sense, for she had just openly pointed her out. Fanya gently rubber her arm, and told her softly,
"Terra, would you like to ride my horse?"
The girls eyes grew so wide, and the shy little girl she had just seen disappeared completely. "Oh Mommy! Can I? Can I?" she pleaded with her.
Her mother was staring at Fanya strangely. She nodded vaguely and gave her consent. Fanya took the child in her arms and sat her atop her horse, holding her in place. She whispered to Morion to walk slowly around. Terra squealed in delight and when she was lifted off of Morion she kissed Fanya on the cheek; 'a rather cute little gesture.' Fanya thought to herself.
The mother was still looking at Fanya, as if she recognized her. She was about 30, and couldn't have known her.
"M'lady, are you alright?" Fanya asked with concern as Terra stood on her tip-toes to scratch Morion's nose.
"Did you say your name was Fanya?" the woman asked her.
"Yes, that is my name. Why do you ask?" Fanya was very curious to know what she knew.
"I think I know someone you will want to see..." she smiled at her, and waved for her to follow. "Terra, come, dear. We are going to go see Grandmother,"
Fanya stood staring perplexedly at them. 'Ok...I'm going to go see Terra's grandmother. What does this lady have anything to do with me?' she thought.
"Excuse me," she said, grabbing Morion's reins and hurried to them. "What is your name? I don't rightly know." She asked her.
"Gerin, youngest daughter of Barthon," she replied, leading her through the town, twisting, going up steps, turning down streets, and passing quite a lot of houses in the process. Fanya was still curious as to where she was being led to, but soon her questions were answered as she came to a house on the end of a streed. Terra hurried ahead, squealing "Grandmother, Grandmother! Look who we found!"
A lady around the age of 50 came out. "Terra, what did you do with your mother?" she asked her, smiling.
"She's over there, with my new friend! She let me ride her horse, and she's an ELF too!" she practically stumbled over trying to get the words out all at once. Her grandmother turned her attention to Fanya.
Her eyes widened and she whispered "Illuvatar, bless my soul... Is that really you?"
Fanya suddenly realized who this must be. "Ana?"
A/N: Ok. Orlando has successfully drained my bottle of shampoo, conditioner, AND body wash!
Orli: At least I smell good!
Me: Still! You could have left some for my brother! HE at least NEEDS to smell good!
Brother: I don't need to smell good!
Orli: *faints because of smell*
Me: Look what you did!
Brother: *shrugs* Oh well!
Translations: Namaarie: Farewell
Tenna ento lye omenta: Until we meet again
Review Responses:
P3gurl: Hehe lol. It might be because of rufis *ponders*
ElijahFreak: Thanks for the review, but Eámanë, please, you could have just CALLED me. (For anyone besides her reading this, she's my friend and I was watching her write the review! Lol)
A.K.Y.C.: I totally understand. I ALWAYS read late into the night, lol. Thanks for the review, and I'm doing my best to resist making it fluffy romance, but it's just so hard! Lol...
Crystal Snowflakes: Ya, I understand what you mean, but it had to be something drastic to make Leggy flip! Thanks for the review!
Feanen: Thanks!
Lady of Arnor: Thanks for betaing this chappy for me! ^^
Elerrina : Well, I hope this satisfies you for now ^^. Thanks for the review!
NHOI: Stop acting like you know everything. And why are you still reading this if you don't want to? And ya, I know that most reviews are saying that they think my story's cute, but I don't have any control over what people review like! And the Orli thing, it's just fun! I don't really believe that he would come to my house and do all that stuff! Can't you take a joke?
Boy Crazy Magician Chick: It's ok, I understand! We all have lives! ^^ thanks!
Digital-tiffany: Thanks for the review! I always love them; they're so entertaining! ^^
Kellyn Smith: Thank you! And I would like to congratulate you as my 100th reviewer! *huggles*
BruisedSkies: Thanks for reading ^^...and most importantly reviewing! I always like it when I get new readers! ...I don't know how he feels about Count Chocula...only one way to find out!
A/N: *dances around* I got 101 reviews! *throws party* I'm happy to announce that there are new readers, and I am on the favorite authors list of 16 people! Magical Soul, Angelic Elf, Hellooo2, Arinel, Vampire Elf Girl, MysticMoonBabe, Mai18, a.k.y.c., JackSparrowSavvyWench, Arwen1481, Anaka Greenleaf, digital-tiffany, ChalcedonyEye, p3gurl, potterluvva, and Ardonelle Celebrindal! Thank you all! And I finally found a beta, Ardonelle, and she'll be doing her best to help me ^^.
Happy dayz! -The Hobbit Ivy; 11:06AM 10/13/03
Orli: *singing* A pirates life for me!
Me: Doesn't he have the sexiest accent? *melts*
*Disclaimer in ch. 6*
Chapter Fifteen: Arriving in Minas Tirith
Changed ever-so-slightly from original version!!!
*Dream*
Fanya suddenly found herself in Rivendell, a place she had only been to once. The turrets and towers of the palace loomed over her and the intricacy of every building amazed her. It had a majestic air to it, almost making time stand still.
Smiling, she looked over to where a group of nine people were standing. There were four short, curly-haired creatures that looked like human children. A dwarf, with the most tangled beard and hair she had ever seen. Two of them were men. She recognized one as Boromir, son of Denethor. son of the Steward of Gondor; and another who she knew as Strider. He was cleaner than last time she saw him, when he arrived with that Gollum creature in Mirkwood. His wavy dark hair was combed, and he looked as though he'd had decent rest, and a bath or two. He was talking to Arwen, who was looking very sad. A wizard, who was wearing robes of gray, and one more person: Legolas. He was talking to an elven lady; who she was, Fanya didn't know. Fanya walked over to them, but they didn't seem to notice her. She could hear what he was saying to her.
"It has been many summers since I last saw you, and I'm afraid we must part again, Larien," he was saying in a low voice, as if trying to block others out.
"Yes, it has," she replied, "Indeed, I am saddened that you must leave on such a perilous quest. Can't you stay?"
"Nay, I cannot. I have to do my duty as a prince. Namaarie Larien, Tenna ento lye omenta," he whispered, and he leaned in as if he was going to kiss her. Fanya turned away, unable to bear it.
She was shocked. How could he do this? How could he just turn around to another girl? Didn't he like me?
She couldn't stand it any longer. She stomped off and sat down on a bench and cried. Didn't he even want her? What was he doing with another she-elf? What was the quest that Larien had talked about?
Rivendell slowly dissolved and Fanya's conscience stirred, as she woke to the chilly morning.
*End dream*
Fanya was jerked back into reality as her disturbing dream ended. What had that been about?
She felt betrayed. She knew that elves rarely dreamed, and when they did, it was often seeing the future... in one way or another. She rose and brushed herself off, glancing at the sleeping form of Legolas. A fire kindled in her. That she-elf in the dream! He kissed her! She walked silently to Morion, gathered up what she had brought, mounted and kicked Morion into action.
She had woken approximately an hour before dawn, and soon the saw the day's first light creep over the horizon.
Amazingly, she found herself at the gate to the massive city of Minas Tirith about an hour after sunrise. The guards still looked groggy and a bit stoned, but they were conscious enough to stop her and ask of her name and her errand.
"M'lady," one addressed her. "Who are you and what business do you have in the White City?"
"I am Fanya Helyan, daughter of Linque Helyan, and I am here on family matters." She replied, feeling her stomach twist at the thought of her family.
"You may pass." He told her. The guard at the other side of the gate stared openly at her as she urged Morion ahead. "Pervert..." she muttered to herself.
Through the next gate, and the next gate she went, until she finally reached the small area in which she could find her family. Peasants stared at her attire and her sword, whispering about women wielding such weaponry.
She spotted a house about 100 yards from where she sat atop Morion. Her heart skipped a beat. The accursed house in which she had been raised; the house where she had been abused; the house that she had finally and thankfully left. The house she had hoped never to see again...yet here she was.
There was suddenly a squeal. "Look, mommy! An elf! A real elf!"
"Terra, that's no way to act in public!"
"But mommy, an elf!"
The little girl, who looked to be about 6, dragged her mother over to Fanya, who dismounted and smiled at the embarrassed mother. "It's ok, I understand." She told her. She turned to the child and kneeled to be at her level of eyesight. "Hello, my name is Fanya," she said sweetly to her.
"My name's Terra." Said the little human girl, who seemed to be very shy talking to strangers. It made quite no sense, for she had just openly pointed her out. Fanya gently rubber her arm, and told her softly,
"Terra, would you like to ride my horse?"
The girls eyes grew so wide, and the shy little girl she had just seen disappeared completely. "Oh Mommy! Can I? Can I?" she pleaded with her.
Her mother was staring at Fanya strangely. She nodded vaguely and gave her consent. Fanya took the child in her arms and sat her atop her horse, holding her in place. She whispered to Morion to walk slowly around. Terra squealed in delight and when she was lifted off of Morion she kissed Fanya on the cheek; 'a rather cute little gesture.' Fanya thought to herself.
The mother was still looking at Fanya, as if she recognized her. She was about 30, and couldn't have known her.
"M'lady, are you alright?" Fanya asked with concern as Terra stood on her tip-toes to scratch Morion's nose.
"Did you say your name was Fanya?" the woman asked her.
"Yes, that is my name. Why do you ask?" Fanya was very curious to know what she knew.
"I think I know someone you will want to see..." she smiled at her, and waved for her to follow. "Terra, come, dear. We are going to go see Grandmother,"
Fanya stood staring perplexedly at them. 'Ok...I'm going to go see Terra's grandmother. What does this lady have anything to do with me?' she thought.
"Excuse me," she said, grabbing Morion's reins and hurried to them. "What is your name? I don't rightly know." She asked her.
"Gerin, youngest daughter of Barthon," she replied, leading her through the town, twisting, going up steps, turning down streets, and passing quite a lot of houses in the process. Fanya was still curious as to where she was being led to, but soon her questions were answered as she came to a house on the end of a streed. Terra hurried ahead, squealing "Grandmother, Grandmother! Look who we found!"
A lady around the age of 50 came out. "Terra, what did you do with your mother?" she asked her, smiling.
"She's over there, with my new friend! She let me ride her horse, and she's an ELF too!" she practically stumbled over trying to get the words out all at once. Her grandmother turned her attention to Fanya.
Her eyes widened and she whispered "Illuvatar, bless my soul... Is that really you?"
Fanya suddenly realized who this must be. "Ana?"
A/N: Ok. Orlando has successfully drained my bottle of shampoo, conditioner, AND body wash!
Orli: At least I smell good!
Me: Still! You could have left some for my brother! HE at least NEEDS to smell good!
Brother: I don't need to smell good!
Orli: *faints because of smell*
Me: Look what you did!
Brother: *shrugs* Oh well!
Translations: Namaarie: Farewell
Tenna ento lye omenta: Until we meet again
Review Responses:
P3gurl: Hehe lol. It might be because of rufis *ponders*
ElijahFreak: Thanks for the review, but Eámanë, please, you could have just CALLED me. (For anyone besides her reading this, she's my friend and I was watching her write the review! Lol)
A.K.Y.C.: I totally understand. I ALWAYS read late into the night, lol. Thanks for the review, and I'm doing my best to resist making it fluffy romance, but it's just so hard! Lol...
Crystal Snowflakes: Ya, I understand what you mean, but it had to be something drastic to make Leggy flip! Thanks for the review!
Feanen: Thanks!
Lady of Arnor: Thanks for betaing this chappy for me! ^^
Elerrina : Well, I hope this satisfies you for now ^^. Thanks for the review!
NHOI: Stop acting like you know everything. And why are you still reading this if you don't want to? And ya, I know that most reviews are saying that they think my story's cute, but I don't have any control over what people review like! And the Orli thing, it's just fun! I don't really believe that he would come to my house and do all that stuff! Can't you take a joke?
Boy Crazy Magician Chick: It's ok, I understand! We all have lives! ^^ thanks!
Digital-tiffany: Thanks for the review! I always love them; they're so entertaining! ^^
Kellyn Smith: Thank you! And I would like to congratulate you as my 100th reviewer! *huggles*
BruisedSkies: Thanks for reading ^^...and most importantly reviewing! I always like it when I get new readers! ...I don't know how he feels about Count Chocula...only one way to find out!
A/N: *dances around* I got 101 reviews! *throws party* I'm happy to announce that there are new readers, and I am on the favorite authors list of 16 people! Magical Soul, Angelic Elf, Hellooo2, Arinel, Vampire Elf Girl, MysticMoonBabe, Mai18, a.k.y.c., JackSparrowSavvyWench, Arwen1481, Anaka Greenleaf, digital-tiffany, ChalcedonyEye, p3gurl, potterluvva, and Ardonelle Celebrindal! Thank you all! And I finally found a beta, Ardonelle, and she'll be doing her best to help me ^^.
Happy dayz! -The Hobbit Ivy; 11:06AM 10/13/03
