Title: "Moira Revealed"
Author: LegolasLover2003 aka Ashley
Category: Book - "Lord of the Rings"
Genre: Drama/Fantasy
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to "The Lord of the Rings". I just adore it to pieces! Characters from the Real World are actual people however. You may NOT use them. Sorry.
NOTE: This is Part III (3) of the Fate Quartet. It already consists of Part I (Flashes of Light, Rulers of Fate) and Part II (A Destined Journey). Reading those stories first will ensure that you understand this one. Please, no flames. I know this would be classified as a Mary-Sue but, like I said back in the day, I wanted to have fun with merging book and movie and seeing just how someone from the real world... might have been able to influence the events of this literary masterpiece. Thank you!
The Lord of the Rings:
The Fate Quartet - Volume III:
Moira Revealed
Chapter 4:
So... When I Wake Up...
I have this huge bruise... want to know WHY?
Sure, it could be because I fell from the sky... but I'm betting it's more the result of slamming into a fully armour-clad Eomer in the process.
-sigh-
But you know... I do like Eomer... a lot... Especially when he "doubts the reach" of Merry's arm, hehe. That scene is, I think, my favorite Eomer scene... or maybe when he's in the Houses of Healing and looking all worried about his sister... He's all super protective and it's cute.
I wonder if he'll doubt the reach of my arm?
I mean... it's not like I've got THAT much more battle experience than Eowyn... right?
Then again... I have fought in Moria and at Amon Hen so...
-sigh-
And here I always hated the chicks who wanted to fight like the men. No really, that was like my big issue with Eowyn was because she was all emo about not getting to fight by the boys! Now here I am, practically doing the same thing... well... without the emo part...
And me fighting is a helluva lot better than me having to be protected.
Right?
-sigh-
Okay now I'm worried about Helm's Deep... I mean, Aragorn and Legolas could very well make me go into the Glittering Caves with everyone else... but... AH! I don't know what I'll do!
Advice?
Laters!
-Nil
"I give up!" Nileregwen cried out, holding her sides and rolling onto her stomach to try and avert the tickling onslaught.
Yes, the war had not yet ended... and for the moment, it seemed that the prince was winning more battles than she.
Legolas smiled, removing his hands from her poor overly tickled ribs. "I win." the Elf spoke, stretching out on the blanket, his blue gaze upturned to the clear sky above.
The stars had come out not long ago, and though it might have seemed odd to most for a mortal and an Eldar to be enjoying the evening's breeze beneath the boughs of Imladris... to Ashley it was perfectly normal.
"Yeah... you win." she replied, mock glaring at him before moving upward in what she knew her friends would've deemed an 'Army Crawl'. Coming to rest next to the archer, she glanced at him. "You're glowing."
Blue eyes focused on the woman. "All Eldar glow." he said matter-of-factly. "The brighter the stars..."
"The brighter the Elf?" Ashley teased slightly before her fingers picked up a few strands of the prince's hair. She began to braid them absently, not really thinking about it. "You should let me braid your hair sometime. Bet I'd make you pretty."
Legolas laughed softly, "I can do it myself, thank you. And what about your own?"
"It's too short." Nil spoke, putting a hand to her own hair which stopped just over her shoulders. "Besides, I..."
"Let me try."
Blushing, the prince couldn't stop the smile on his face at seeing her cheeks red. He sat up, motioning for her to turn around. After a few moments of coaxing, Nileregwen did just that and soon there were Elven fingers in her hair...
Making her blush EVEN worse.
Ashley felt her face grow hot and for a second she kind of squirmed where she sat.
"Just relax." Legolas whispered, beginning his work on her side plaits. "I shall not bite."
This didn't help matters, though Nil stopped squirming. Now however, she was overly self conscious and worried about someone seeing them. Course, it wasn't like they were doing anything bad... so really, why should she care if Boromir or a Hobbit or... Valar forbid, Aragorn... were to see them like this.
But it seemed, for the moment, that their peace and quiet would not be interrupted. So, after a time, Ashley kind of relaxed, letting Legolas do as he pleased.
However...
The sensation that there were no longer fingers in her hair, caused the woman to pause. "Legolas?" she asked, wondering if he'd fallen asleep. Then again, she didn't exactly feel him behind her either.
Turning, Ashley realized that the Elf was gone. She stood, looking around in surprise. "Legolas?!" but there was no reply.
No sound...
Except the softly running creek nearby. And a whisper... a faint distinct whisper of words...
Carefully the woman crept toward that sound, mingling with the water rushing over rocks not a few feet away. How could the water be whispering though? Stepping to it's edge, Ashley knelt down and peered into the small crystal clear stream.
Just her own reflection stared back.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew through Imladris, sending the woman's hair whipping about her face. When the swell died down, her brown gaze found the creak's water once more... and the image before her filled Nil with a hot burning fear.
Legolas, bound hand and foot at the mercy of a horde of Orcs in a dark red dusty land. Blood marred his fair features, his blue eyes pleading for aid. "Tell him!" the prince screamed, the sound of his voice raw and tinged with despair. "I beg of you!"
Then a voice, as if from out of the darkness rose, it's tone deep and seductive, persuasion dripping from each note. "Answer and he shall be spared. Refuse... and the Elf is mine."
Ashley tried to look away from the sight before her, but it was as if something else were holding her there, determined to see the prince's torment. One of the Orcs raised a nasty black dagger, pressing it against the pale flesh of the Elf's neck.
"Please, Nil... tell him..." Legolas whispered as he pulled against the ropes and hands that held him. "Tell him!"
But the woman shook her head, her thoughts heard as if spoken aloud. "No."
With a wicked grin, the Orc drew his dagger swiftly across the prince's throat, slitting it and letting the Elf's blood run. Gasping for air, struggling for his very life, it took only a few horrific seconds for Legolas to bleed out, the light behind his eyes fading forever.
"No..."
"Goodbye..."
"NO!"
"NO!"
Brown eyes shot open as, in that same instant, Ashley sat straight up. It took a few seconds for her surroundings to register...
Not Imladris... not water... and certainly not... Mordor?
"Are you alright?" came a voice from beside her and for a moment, Nil had to resist the urge to scramble away before turning her attention to the woman nearby.
"E...owyn?"
The Lady of Rohan blinked in startled surprise, "How do you know me?"
It was then that everything came back to Ashley. Returning to Middle-earth, falling into Eomer's lap, quite literally... and now she guessed that the Third Marshal of the Mark had brought her to none other than Edoras... to Meduseld itself. After all, if Eowyn where right here...
"I um..." Nil put a hand to her head, trying to regain some form of composure. "I know of you... um... for the love of the Shire, I can't think straight..." she sighed, closing her eyes and trying to simply breathe.
Laughter at her side made the woman look up to see Eowyn apparently amused. Ashley's eyes had obviously held a question to the degree of 'what is so funny?' however.
"Forgive me, but you are a strange one. Tell me... what is your name?"
Nil sighed, running her fingers through her short hair. Hair without the plaited braids. Remembering her dream almost brought tears to her eyes. Instead of dwelling on the dream however, she focused on the Lady's question.
"I'm Ashley. But you can call me Nileregwen... or Nil for short. Whichever you prefer."
I had a dream so...in my dream
Under the starlight, baby...
I'll say goodbye to you...OK?
Everything is just a dream
So...when I wake up
I lose you from my head
-"Lost My Pieces" (Tommy Heavenly6)
"You dreamt?"
Nil smiled slightly as she took the offered cup. For a moment, her brown eyes focused on it's contents, warm in her hands, the tea lightly steaming. "I had a dream... of starlight and moonlight and an Elf." she laughed softly, glancing up to the blond woman who sat at her bedside. "I'm guessing you don't really hear that often. Dreams of Elves, I mean."
Eowyn shrugged her shoulders lightly. "I have never seen an Elf and thus I fear it would be awkward to dream of something I know nothing about. But..." she reached out one pale hand to rest it upon Ashley's knee, her gaze intent on the woman before her. "My brother says you dress in the manner of an Elf, that he met one not long ago in the plains. Who are you?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Nil replied with a bit of a sigh. "I have traveled south from Imladris." when the look on Eowyn's face held no recognition, she tried again. "Rivendell? The Last Homely House?" At least one of those sparked understanding and so Ashley continued. "I was traveling with an Elf, no doubt the same one your brother met. Actually," Nil smiled. "He's supposed to meet me here. The Elf that is."
Eowyn was silent for a moment then, a question just on her lips that she almost dared not to ask. When the silence grew too great however, she could no longer refrain. "Tell me... if your dream were nice... then why did you cry out?"
"I..." Ashley sighed softly, tapping her fingers on the edge of the warm cup. "I think I saw something I shouldn't. I mean... I would've thought it was like some vision of the future but... it's a vision that isn't true. Something that is wrong... maybe I need to right it?" again she sighed, shaking her head. "I'm not making sense... to you or myself."
Before the Lady could reply however, a servant rushed in. "Lady Eowyn, strangers have come to the King's Halls. A Man, A Dwarf, and..."
"An Elf!" Nil said happily, looking up suddenly. "Please, Eowyn, could I trouble you for a um... well a bath really? And something to wear?"
Smiling, the daughter of Eomund nodded, "I shall see to the strangers while you freshen up then." she stood, heading for the door and giving an order for a bath to be drawn.
Servants scrambled to do as she asked quickly, but before the woman could leave, Ashley caught her attention once more. "Could you also do me another small favor?"
Eowyn nodded, "Of course."
"If there is an Elf with them... tell him..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Preview for the Next Chapter!
3 Paths... well technically 2 paths about now because 2 of them are converging into 1 path but... 3 Ultimate Destinies... 3... oh who am I kidding, you know the story!
I'm still keeping you on the cliff hanger edge as far as Dani is concerned, mwahahaha! Nil has woken up in Theoden's Hall all due to a horrible nightmare! Was it a vision of a diverged path of fate or the mere fears of a time traveler? Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli arrive at Edoras in the next chapter and things get confusing when Book and Movie collide! How will the reunion of Elf and Woman go?
Find out next time in chapter 5 of...
"Moira Revealed"
Author's Note:
- Again I used the same song as I did in chapter 3 because originally, all the stuff here in chapter 4 happened in chapter 3 but it was so long that I felt it needed to be broken up (and finished of course).
Muse Moments:
Nil is kicking a HughesNet Satellite Internet modem across the floor, "Stupid piece of crap!"
Legolas sighs, "What did you do now?"
"The internet won't work and now I have to plug directly into the modem to even update a dang story! I HATE MY INTERNET!"
Paris giggles from the couch, "'Tis the same rant we have heard for a long time now."
"Yeah well, you're gonna keep hearing it til it stops being crap." Ashley replies with a sigh, falling over onto the bed. "I'm gonna watch Lord of the Rings..."
Happy at this, Paris gets up and lays on the bed to watch too.
"Hey! Who said you could... FOR THE LOVE OF THE SHIRE, PARIS! STOP CUDDLING ME!"
Legolas... can only laugh.