A/N: BRAND NEW STORY!!! Because the school year is winding down, I've been
getting a bunch of story ideas, and I've been working on them like an orc
is on my heels! So, yeah. Enjoy!
Stuff...:
SUMMARY: Legolas and Alíana grow up together in modern Earth, but how will
they adjust to their true world when the time comes to travel to Middle
Earth?
RATING: PG-13
MAIN CHARACTERS: Liliana (Lily), Alíana (Alí), Legolas, Lauralin, and
Elrohir.
SETTING: Modern Earth
TIME: WAY before the war of the ring
Disclaimer: I own Alíana, Lauralin, and Lily. That's it. No more. Nada. Zilch. None. Nothing.
It was mid April, and 5-year-old Alíana was playing on her wooden play set. It was a beautiful day outside; birds were singing, flowers blooming, and green grass sprung from the dead winter's grass that had been there for the past four months.
"Weeee!" the girl squealed happily from the swing, her long blonde hair blowing in the wind behind her.
"Alí! Be careful!" her pregnant mother, Lily called from a bench. Lily was sewing a cross-stitch pattern of leaves. Alí had always loved her mother, even though she was too young to appreciate her for who she really was.
"I will, Ata!" the girl called back. Alí looked just like her mother, blue eyes sparkling and shimmering in the hot sun, her long straight blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her flawless, childish, smooth skin. The girl's personality was so wonderful, too. Her teachers had noticed as well. Alí always shared, was never mean or harmful, and spoke politely to everybody. She was the brightest girl in her kindergarten class...
And everybody still made fun of her... because of her ears. They were not round as a shell, as everybody's were, but came to a distinct point.
Alí wasn't troubled about it. She had thought nothing of her appearance, because she was just like her mother. She was 'special as the flower', as her mother always told her.
The flower was a single flower that her mother kept on her bedside table. The flower never died, and was as white as clouds, and the most fragrant thing that Ali had ever come across.
"Alí! Where are you going?" her mother called to her, for Alí had stopped squealing and playing on the play set, and had clambered down gracefully onto the pebbled ground, and was walking toward the forest next to the house. "Alí?" her mother questioned. She stood up with growing difficulty, and walked over to put a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"Alí? Mani nae lle elea?" (What do you see?) Her mother whispered.
"Hin," (a child) the girl replied, staring into the darkness.
"Auta, tinuamin! Auta utue sen!" (Go, my daughter, go find them!) Her mother ordered. Lily knew that her daughter could see the child off in the distance, as could she, and in her condition, she knew that she could not get the child back here. The girl sensed the urgency in her mother's voice, and scampered into the darkness.
Alí stopped at the end of the path, and then carried on walking into a clearing to find a boy with long blonde hair fanned out behind him. He looked unconscious. Alí said, nudging him with her hand. "Wake up! Wake up, boy!" Alí demanded. "Duna, saes!" (Rise, please!)
"Sana ho sinome!" (Bring him here!) Her mother called. Alí picked him up with amazing strength for a 5-year-old and carried him in her arms to her mother.
"He would not wake up," she informed her mother, who lifted the burden up from her daughter and laid the boy down on the wooden picnic table.
Alí gasped in amazement as she took a good look at the boy. She hadn't taken a really good look at him, because it was really dark in the forest. Yes, she had seen the boy's figure, but she hadn't seen the features of him. He had pointed ears, like her! She laughed as she pointed at him. Her mother stared at her, to hush her.
"Mani, Ata?" (What, mommy?) She asked. "He has pointed ears, like us! I'm happy!" she smiled, tugging at her mother's sleeve.
"Uma, (yes) but, Hush! We must get him inside! Can you carry him again?" Her mother answered her, placing a hand on Alí's back.
Again, Alí picked up the boy and carried him easily through the open kitchen door. The boy had started to slip back into the world, his eyes opening slightly and he groaned softly.
"Hello, my name is Alí. What's yours?" she asked sweetly, as she put him on the couch and sat on the other side of it.
The boy rubbed his head. He looked no older than Alí, only about 5 or 6, and his long pin straight platinum blonde hair was mussed up, and had leaves sticking out here and there. "My name is... Legolas," the boy replied groggily, before falling back on the pillows, his eyes slipping out of focus, but remaining open.
Her mother came through the door, then. "Alíana, has he said anything?" she questioned her daughter.
"Nothing, except that his name is Legolas." The girl replied. "He looks nice, and he has pointy ears. Is he like me?"
"Yes, very much, my child. Now hurry and run upstairs and change for bed." Her mother told her. "It is getting late." She cautiously planted a kiss on her daughter's light head and beckoned her to the stairs.
"Yes, Ata," she said, hugging her mother around her huge middle and running back upstairs.
"Legolas, Legolas," Lily whispered to the boy.
Legolas' crystal blue eyes focused, and rested on Lily. He looked a bit frightened, but relaxed when she spoke. "Nae il gorga amin, naa amin mellon," (do not fear me, I am a friend).
"Amin nae il gorga lle... Manke naa amin?" (I do not fear you, where am I?) the boy replied in the same language.
"Lle naa il e'Arda ai'ner, lle naa yassen i'ere Quessir sinome. Lle naa varna," (You are not in Middle Earth anymore, you are with the only Elves here. You are safe.) The mother answered. "Ya naa lle atar?" (Who is your father?)
"Thranduil, amin naa ho ere hen," (Thranduil, I am his only child.) The boy replied, looking up at the older elf above him.
"Quel, san' ta naa sha'coiasira," (Good, then it is almost time.) The mother looked thoughtful.
"Coiasira ten'mani?" (Time for what?) Legolas looked curious.
"Coiasira a'auta eska," (Time to go home.) The mother looked happy. "Rest. We will look after you here." she said.
"Quel," (Good.) Legolas yawned cutely, then lay back on the pillows, and his eyes slipped out of focus again.
A/n: like it? I hope you do! That little bit about the name was from PotC...ah, I love Will Turner! ~dreams of orli~... If you *do* like it, then I have three more chapters waiting to be posted! So yeah... Well, I require...um... three reviews for another post! Yeah. Three. Or, I'll... Um, not give you more e-cookies! Yeah, that's it! No E- Cookies unless I get three reviews.
:) ~Ivy
Disclaimer: I own Alíana, Lauralin, and Lily. That's it. No more. Nada. Zilch. None. Nothing.
It was mid April, and 5-year-old Alíana was playing on her wooden play set. It was a beautiful day outside; birds were singing, flowers blooming, and green grass sprung from the dead winter's grass that had been there for the past four months.
"Weeee!" the girl squealed happily from the swing, her long blonde hair blowing in the wind behind her.
"Alí! Be careful!" her pregnant mother, Lily called from a bench. Lily was sewing a cross-stitch pattern of leaves. Alí had always loved her mother, even though she was too young to appreciate her for who she really was.
"I will, Ata!" the girl called back. Alí looked just like her mother, blue eyes sparkling and shimmering in the hot sun, her long straight blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her flawless, childish, smooth skin. The girl's personality was so wonderful, too. Her teachers had noticed as well. Alí always shared, was never mean or harmful, and spoke politely to everybody. She was the brightest girl in her kindergarten class...
And everybody still made fun of her... because of her ears. They were not round as a shell, as everybody's were, but came to a distinct point.
Alí wasn't troubled about it. She had thought nothing of her appearance, because she was just like her mother. She was 'special as the flower', as her mother always told her.
The flower was a single flower that her mother kept on her bedside table. The flower never died, and was as white as clouds, and the most fragrant thing that Ali had ever come across.
"Alí! Where are you going?" her mother called to her, for Alí had stopped squealing and playing on the play set, and had clambered down gracefully onto the pebbled ground, and was walking toward the forest next to the house. "Alí?" her mother questioned. She stood up with growing difficulty, and walked over to put a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"Alí? Mani nae lle elea?" (What do you see?) Her mother whispered.
"Hin," (a child) the girl replied, staring into the darkness.
"Auta, tinuamin! Auta utue sen!" (Go, my daughter, go find them!) Her mother ordered. Lily knew that her daughter could see the child off in the distance, as could she, and in her condition, she knew that she could not get the child back here. The girl sensed the urgency in her mother's voice, and scampered into the darkness.
Alí stopped at the end of the path, and then carried on walking into a clearing to find a boy with long blonde hair fanned out behind him. He looked unconscious. Alí said, nudging him with her hand. "Wake up! Wake up, boy!" Alí demanded. "Duna, saes!" (Rise, please!)
"Sana ho sinome!" (Bring him here!) Her mother called. Alí picked him up with amazing strength for a 5-year-old and carried him in her arms to her mother.
"He would not wake up," she informed her mother, who lifted the burden up from her daughter and laid the boy down on the wooden picnic table.
Alí gasped in amazement as she took a good look at the boy. She hadn't taken a really good look at him, because it was really dark in the forest. Yes, she had seen the boy's figure, but she hadn't seen the features of him. He had pointed ears, like her! She laughed as she pointed at him. Her mother stared at her, to hush her.
"Mani, Ata?" (What, mommy?) She asked. "He has pointed ears, like us! I'm happy!" she smiled, tugging at her mother's sleeve.
"Uma, (yes) but, Hush! We must get him inside! Can you carry him again?" Her mother answered her, placing a hand on Alí's back.
Again, Alí picked up the boy and carried him easily through the open kitchen door. The boy had started to slip back into the world, his eyes opening slightly and he groaned softly.
"Hello, my name is Alí. What's yours?" she asked sweetly, as she put him on the couch and sat on the other side of it.
The boy rubbed his head. He looked no older than Alí, only about 5 or 6, and his long pin straight platinum blonde hair was mussed up, and had leaves sticking out here and there. "My name is... Legolas," the boy replied groggily, before falling back on the pillows, his eyes slipping out of focus, but remaining open.
Her mother came through the door, then. "Alíana, has he said anything?" she questioned her daughter.
"Nothing, except that his name is Legolas." The girl replied. "He looks nice, and he has pointy ears. Is he like me?"
"Yes, very much, my child. Now hurry and run upstairs and change for bed." Her mother told her. "It is getting late." She cautiously planted a kiss on her daughter's light head and beckoned her to the stairs.
"Yes, Ata," she said, hugging her mother around her huge middle and running back upstairs.
"Legolas, Legolas," Lily whispered to the boy.
Legolas' crystal blue eyes focused, and rested on Lily. He looked a bit frightened, but relaxed when she spoke. "Nae il gorga amin, naa amin mellon," (do not fear me, I am a friend).
"Amin nae il gorga lle... Manke naa amin?" (I do not fear you, where am I?) the boy replied in the same language.
"Lle naa il e'Arda ai'ner, lle naa yassen i'ere Quessir sinome. Lle naa varna," (You are not in Middle Earth anymore, you are with the only Elves here. You are safe.) The mother answered. "Ya naa lle atar?" (Who is your father?)
"Thranduil, amin naa ho ere hen," (Thranduil, I am his only child.) The boy replied, looking up at the older elf above him.
"Quel, san' ta naa sha'coiasira," (Good, then it is almost time.) The mother looked thoughtful.
"Coiasira ten'mani?" (Time for what?) Legolas looked curious.
"Coiasira a'auta eska," (Time to go home.) The mother looked happy. "Rest. We will look after you here." she said.
"Quel," (Good.) Legolas yawned cutely, then lay back on the pillows, and his eyes slipped out of focus again.
A/n: like it? I hope you do! That little bit about the name was from PotC...ah, I love Will Turner! ~dreams of orli~... If you *do* like it, then I have three more chapters waiting to be posted! So yeah... Well, I require...um... three reviews for another post! Yeah. Three. Or, I'll... Um, not give you more e-cookies! Yeah, that's it! No E- Cookies unless I get three reviews.
:) ~Ivy