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| Luna and Silver Moon: The MST; Hopefully a troll... | |
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| Dinendir | Aug 31 2008, 02:15 PM Post #1 |
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Light of Dawn
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Read the original here. Title: Luna and Silver Moon: The MST Author: Dinendir Rating: M Genre: MST Text it is based on: 'Luna and Silver Moon' by EragonsGirlfriend Characters: MSTing: Faramir, Tuor, Turin, Idril, Dinendir (my alter ego). In the original: Legolas Summary: An elf with purple hair and a 'demon' pet falls in love with Legolas. Warnings: Complete destruction of canon, rape in a later chapter, bad rhymes. Disclaimer: If you recognise it, it belongs to Tolkien. This story belongs to EragonsGirlfriend and was found on FF.net. Not too far away, and not all that long ago There were five prisoners; theirs’ was a tale of woe Who were they, you ask, and what's all this about? Well leave no doubt, you'll find out... NARRATOR: Drum roll, please… *Drum roll* NARRATOR: Idril Celebrindal, the brave, beautiful, blonde, and bare-footed princess of Gondolin! IDRIL: Wait... This isn't Valinor... NARRATOR: Tuor, her equally brave and equally blonde but nowhere near as beautiful husband. TUOR: Well if I got her to marry me I must have something going, surely? NARRATOR: Turin Turambar, the Master of Doom, who heroically forged through his amazingly unlucky life until it all became too much and he dived on his sword. TURIN: I think most people would do that if they found out that they had sex with their sister. NARRATOR: Faramir, the lord of Emyn Arnen and steward to King Elessar. He is prone to bouts of weakness where he becomes totally reliant on big, strong Arago- FARAMIR: What!? NARRATOR: Only joking. And finally, some random un-heroic, and decidedly not handsome sixteen year-old from England. DINENDIR: Uh, hello. Now who could have locked up five so dashing people, I hear you ask Well whoever it was, they have in store for them a horrible task… The prisoners had only been in the cellar for ten minutes and they were already starting to fret. ‘This really isn’t good,’ Dinendir stated flatly. ‘You can say that again,’ Turin answered. ‘I mean, I’ve been plucked from the Timeless Halls of Illuvatar, locked in some dirty wine-cellar, and now I’m speaking a language I don’t even know! It’s ridiculous! What kind of word is ridiculous anyway? It just sounds strange.’ ‘Well, Master Turin, I’m afraid that you’ll be speaking this ridiculous language for some time to come,’ a cold, low voice said. It seemed to be coming from every direction at once, and the prisoners glanced around, looking for its source. ‘Where are you?’ asked Tuor, standing from where he had been sitting in the corner with Idril. ‘Why have you brought us here?’ ‘I’m right here,’ said the voice, and a cloaked figure stepped out of the shadows, causing the companions to both jump out of the skin and reach for their weapons. Except for Dinendir, who tried to wedge himself even further into the corner where he was sitting. Of course, they didn’t have any. Who needs a sword when you’re dead, living in paradise, or living somewhere where the last orcs were killed years ago? Observing their reaction, the figure laughed softly. ‘So you liked my little trick with my voice? I finally perfected it a while back, but I never dreamt it would have such an enjoyable affect.’ ‘Just tell us why we are here,’ Faramir said through gritted teeth. ‘As you wish.’ The mysterious form made a sort of wave with his hand, and immediately a comfy armchair appeared next to him. As the prisoners shuffled backwards in astonishment, he sank into it and relaxed. ‘Well it’s not every day I get the chance to capture some of the biggest heroes in the history of Arda. Not you, though,’ he said, indicating Dinendir. ‘I have no idea why you’re here. I guess some of my technology must have malfunctioned... But anyway, when the chance came, being me, I jumped.’ ‘Ah, while we are on the subject of you…’ Idril said, ‘Who and what are you?’ ‘I may be some sort of angel,’ the shadow replied. ‘Then again, I may not be. I’m hardly going to tell you. For the meanwhile though, you may call me Morthrang.’ ‘That doesn’t sound like a nice name,’ Faramir groaned. ‘It’s not,’ Morthrang grinned. ‘And believe me; I got given it for a reason. But back to the point. The reason why you are here is because I’m bored, and I need some entertainment. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt…much.' ‘Well what is it then?’ Turin said impatiently. ‘And why are we speaking this strange tongue?’ ‘As it happens those two questions are linked. You see, in the far future, around the seventh age, I believe, this language, which is called English, is the main tongue. Of course there are others, but none are so widespread. Dinendir over there speaks it natively I believe. Now since most books from that time are written in English, you need to be able to understand it.’ ‘Wait… we’re going to be reading?’ Tuor asked suspiciously. ‘How can that be fun for you?’ Morthrang laughed and rose out of his chair. ‘Quite easily. You see, the tales of the deeds you four have been involved in have survived to that age. They were collected and chronicled by a scholar called Tolkien, and have become immensely popular…especially amongst teenage girls.’ ‘That’s very nice,’ interjected Idril. ‘But I don’t quite see…’ ‘It’s very simple. For many of these “fangirls” the events that Tolkien published weren’t enough, and they had to write their own versions. Of course lots of these turned out nicely, and by and large stuck truthfully to the events that you are familiar with. Others, however…’ ‘So what you are saying…’ Tuor said slowly, a look of horror dawning on his face. ‘Is that you’re going to make us read some future fourteen year-olds’ fantasies about us?’ Morthrang smiled and clapped. ‘That’s absolutely correct! I’m sure that you can appreciate now how fun this is going to be for me. But you three,’ He pointed at Tuor, Idril, and Turin. ‘Should count yourselves lucky. The majority of “fanfiction” is written about the events during the third age of Middle-earth. I don’t suppose you’ve heard of The War of the Ring over in Valinor?’ ‘Actually, we have,’ answered Tuor. ‘We can’t actually stop Olorin going on about it sometimes, and then there were those Halflings who stayed with us briefly…’ ‘Heard of it? I had a front-row seat!’ exclaimed Turin. ‘The benefits of been dead, I suppose.’ Morthrang walked over to the wall, chuckling to himself as he went. Another wave of his hand and a small keypad appeared in the wall, and he began to tap buttons on it. ‘Well this is good fortune beyond hope! Now you’ll be exposed to the full horror of canon-rape. Of course,’ he said, looking round at Dinendir, who was still cowering in the foetal position. ‘You’ve already experienced it, but a bit more can’t hurt.’ He stepped away from the keypad and a section of wall next it opened inwards like a door. ‘Have fun!’ he called, ushering the prisoners through. They emerged in a large, well lit room with a huge screen at one end. In front of this were several comfy chairs. Resignedly, they trooped across the room and settled down, waiting for the show to start. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: ((I've done a lot of work on this story so please tell me what you think. And this is told in Luna's POV. And I only own Luna, Silver and parts of the plot. Dinendir: Presumably not the parts where your OC gets off with Legolas. Everything else is for the author of LOTR.)) Tuor: ...Tolkien, apparently There was a companion of Frodo and Sam that they failed to address: Faramir: Their pet hamster, who ate half the food in Henneth Annun? Luna the elf, Faramir: ...Or not. Idril: What kind of self-respecting parents would name their daughter Luna? Turin: I think that's the point. She needs to have a stupid name to make Leggy-weggy sympathise with her. and her companion Silver Moon, the white demon fox. All: WHAT!? Tuor: That is one of the stupidest things I have ever heard. And I lived with a bunch of illiterate Easterlings who couldn't string two words together... I was born in the same town as Legolas, Mirkwood. Faramir: Uh, I don't quite know how to break it to you, but Mirkwood, well, it's not a town, it's a wood. I was a rare birth, for my hair was the color of lavender mixed with some sky blue. *All rolling round on the floor, laughing.* I was born roughly 20 years before Legolas but no one really counted. Turin: Because no-one really cared. My family was high ranked but no one knew how high. *Silence* Dinendir: That, um, makes any sense to any of you guys? *Chorus of 'no's* Dinendir: Glad to know I'm not alone. As a young lady I was quickly adapted to a bow and a sword. Turin: Yes, because of course that's what all women did back then, rather than learn something they'd actually be good at. No offence, Idril. Idril: None taken. My bow was my best friend. Dinendir (Luna): So bowy, want to do something this weekend? I was always practicing my archery, and got to be one of the best in the land. Faramir: If by 'the land' you mean 'my back garden', then yes, you are absolutely correct. I had a slight crush on the prince; yet, my parents had other plans for me. Tuor: Elves. Do. Not. Arrange. Marriages. I. Would. Know His name was Dulin, which means ‘nightmare’ in elf. Dinendir: Sindarin or Quenya? Idril: Doesn't matter; she's wrong either way. He was as cocky as they get, and he was very rude to me. Turin: The only cocky elf I knew was Saeros. And we all know what happened to him... I had once bitten him, and he took it as a love bite! So I bit him harder to draw blood and he never looked at me the same. I couldn’t hate him more but was too afraid to dishonor my parent’s choice. Tuor: If you knew anything about Elves you'd know that your parents couldn't really care less who you married, as long as you loved them. And don't get me started on the 'love bite'. Silver Moon: Luna’s Guardian (Bolded originally). Faramir: ...Who is apparently so important it gets its own subtitle. Upon my 50th birthday, I was called to the demon’s hidden cave. Dinendir: I wish the author would take the time to explain what the hell her 'demons' are, why one of them has a hidden cave in the middle of Mirkwood, and why she thought this was an acceptable story. My parents didn’t know so, I went alone, in the middle of the night. I hopped onto my father’s horse and directed him with the map. Dinendir: Gah! You can't use 'the' unless you've already mentioned the object in question. Anyone remember her saying something about a map? *Shaking of heads* Dinendir: Thank you. Of course, I haven't even started on the comma abuse... All that could be heard was the eerie sounds of the night forest and the pounding of my horse’s hooves. Faramir: Are we supposed to be feeling scared or worried for her here? 'Cos it's not working. I took me about half-an-hour to reach the demons cave. Upon arriving, one human/wolf demon Idril: I now have a really disturbing image in my head. Tuor: I wonder which parts are human and which are, er, wolfish. tied up my horse for me and directed me to the leader’s chamber. Dinendir (demon): Go straight ahead, turn left, then take the sixth right, the eighth left, round the roundabout, straight ahead at the lights, and take the elevator to 1102. Got all that? I carefully knocked and heard a deep, raspy voice call, Turin (deep, raspy voice): Luna, I am your father!{/B] “Come in, Luna.” I opened the door and there stood a human/a little wolf demon with a small white fox in his hands. “You wanted to speak with me,” I said, a little nervous. Faramir: I wonder why it is that the little wolf demon is the boss while the full sized one only gets to be the doorman? Idril: Maybe the little one has the ability to give coherent directions? He nodded and replied, “Yes. Now, there have only been 2 other elves with your color hair and eyes; Turin (demon): And they both died horrible deaths! Muhahahahahah! they were given the same chance I’m giving you.” He petted the fox before continuing. Dinendir: Woah. Important plot point there, might want to make a note of that. “I’m offering to give you a protector if you will.” He pointed down at the fox. “Him. This is Silver Moon or Silver if you wish. Faramir (Luna): But I wanted to call him Fluffy! He will do anything you ask, and will also do anything to keep you, or anyone else you ask him to, safe. Now,” he looked me in the eye. “do you want him as your own?” Tuor (Luna): Well, it goes against everything I've ever been taught to accept strange animals from strange animals, but what the hell. I looked down at my feet and thought, Turin (Luna): My shoelaces are undone. This sounds awesome; like my own servant. Dinendir: Like, totally awesome dude...Elves weren't American, dammit. Faramir: But neither did they have lavender hair. Dinendir: Okay, good point. Idril: Or have arranged marriages. Dinendir: Yes, yes. Tuor: Or keep demonic pe- Dinendir: Right, I get the picture. Let’s move on. “I do, thank you.” He nodded in return, and placed the fox in my arms. “You are free to go.” Tuor: So she wasn't free to go before? Faramir: I guess these 'demons' don't like people walking out on them. I bow grateful and glance down Dinendir: Horrible grammar and random tense change in the same sentence. It can't get much worse than this. Turin: Don't say that... at the little fur ball in my arms. He sniffed me and burrowed into my crossed arms. I smiled and left. I quickly thanked the demon who had my horse ready to go and leaped onto the saddle. Away I rode back into the forest of Mirkwood, Faramir: 'The forest' would have been enough. I think people are smart enough to realise that that's the only forest round there. Idril: 'back into'? Wait a minute; she didn't say anything about leaving it in the first place! once in a while glancing down at the fox and petting him. He purred softly every time I did. I got home quickly enough and put the horse back into the stable. The little fox jumped onto my shoulder and tickled my neck with my tail. Turin: Oh, dear Illuvatar! She has a TAIL!? Tuor: It all makes sense! She's not an Elf; she's one of those demon things! Idril: Elven/Pig, do you think? Tuor: Sounds good to me. Turin: Of course it sounds good to you, you're her husband. Tuor: Shut up. “None of that,” I whispered, trying to contain my giggles. I hurried up to my room and put Silver on my bed. After changing into my nightgown, I plopped onto my bed and cuddled around Silver. I smiled and fell into a deep, calm sleep. Faramir: ...That she'll hopefully never wake up from. Tuor: Is it over? Dinendir: I think so. Let's get the hell out of here! *All leave* Review here. |
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| Dinendir | Sep 6 2008, 05:04 PM Post #2 |
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Light of Dawn
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The next morning the prisoners awoke to discover that their prison had undergone a remarkable transformation. The damp, dark, stone walls had been replaced with rich mahogany panelling, and the floor, which previously had only been a scattering of straw on the bare stone, was now covered with an opulent carpet. A selection of comfy chairs had also appeared, as well as several bookcases, a well-stocked larder, and to Dinendir's great surprise, a computer. Evidently Morthrang had been pleased with their work, but the continued absence of a door told them that he wasn't going to be letting anyone go yet. But at least their ordeal had been made slightly more bearable. After listening to Dinendir attempt to explain electricity and computers for the tenth time, the four natives of Arda turned to other pursuits, selecting books from the bookcases. Perhaps predictably, Faramir settled down with a copy of The Lord of the Rings, while the others chose The Silmarillion or Unfinished Tales. Soon the only sounds within the room were the occasional click of the mouse, of a turn of a page. The peaceful atmosphere was soon shattered when an alarm began to sound. The noise rose and fell in pitch, like an air-raid siren. 'What in the name of Illuvatar is that noise?' Faramir cried, covering his ears. 'No idea!' Turin shouted back. 'But look!' He pointed to where the door to the passageway they had walked through the previous day had been. It had appeared again, and was open. Hurriedly the prisoners ran through and emerged again in the room with the screen. Guessing the purpose of the alarm, they took their seats just as the first words appeared on the screen. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A/N: ((I don't own LOTR and what not... please R&R!)) The King and The Prince: Legolas Tuor: Why is Legolas' name mentioned, but not Thranduil's? Idril: Well, she's not going to be getting off with Thranduil is she? Tuor: Good point. Turin: You're only agreeing with her because she's yo- *All glare at Turin* Resting upon my silk covered bed, Faramir: Why must it be silk? She's a nobody! Nobodies don't get silk covered beds! I heard a light knock at the door. “Come in,” I said sitting up. It was the king himself who walked in. He was dressed rightfully, Dinendir: As opposed to wrongfully. Faramir: Or leftfully. with a satin cape dragging on the floor behind him. I quickly got to my feet and bowed. “Hello, sir, what brings you here today?” The young prince stepped out from behind the king. The king put his hands on the prince, Legolas’s Turin: We kind of guessed that was his name, seeing as though it was in the title... shoulders. “I’ve heard that you are good with a bow, is this true?” All: No! I tried not to smile, but said, “Yes, sir.” “I ask of you to teach the Legolas Idril: Heh, 'the' Legolas. Dinendir: Well, he is more of a cardboard cut-out rather than a real person in this fic. your ways with a bow. He needs to learn to defend himself,” said the king, looking down on to Legolas. The boy rolled his eyes at his father. Turin (Legolas): Pfft, learn to defend myself? It's not like we live in a huge creepy forest with giant spiders and Orcs prowling around. Come on Dad, get real. I was troubled with this order. Yes I was good but there must be someone more suited for this task. But I was always happy to sever the king, All: She was WHAT!? and the prince. Tuor: This is now beginning to become deeply disturbing. “O rant (of course) Idril: Not in Elvish it isn't. sir, but might I ask why you have chosen me? I mean there must be someone more suited for this task,” I said, looking over the prince. He seemed to be in fine shape for a royal. Faramir: Well, I couldn't speak for elves, but mannish royals are most definitely not lazy, inbred, fat slobs. I can't even begin to imagine where you got that idea, seeing as though most kings fight alongside their men in battle. Just then, Silver awoke. He jumped lightly onto my shoulder. I gently scratched his head, then looked back at the king and prince. Dinendir: If this story was in any way realistic, they would kill both her and her pet the moment it appeared. The king sighed. “None of them get along with me,” mumbled Legolas. Dinendir: Ah. Looks like we have a Wimpy!Legolas on our hands here. I smiled a little. “I see. When shall we being then?” Tuor: I think you'll find you mean 'begin' there. “Right away,” replied the king, handing Legolas a bow and a carrier of arrows. Faramir: Yeah...That's called a quiver. The prince accepted them and said his father good bye. Idril: That's a strange thing to say. Tuor: It is, isn't it – Don't even start, Turin. Once the king was gone, I said, hard, “This may sound strange, but take off your shirt. I need to see what kind of shape you are in. Dinendir: How many think that the author had her hand down her pants at this point? *All raise a hand* And,” I looked him straight in the eye. “Just because you’re the prince, don’t think I won’t be tough on you.” Faramir: Translation: I hope you're into BDSM. He seemed troubled by this, but set his bow and arrows on my bed and peeled off his shirt. I walked around him, examining every inch of his body; Tuor: Every inch? Turin: *Every* inch. I kept a straight face but was a bubbling pot of excitement inside. Idril: What? Turin: In layman's terms, she's horny. Idril: Oh, right. As I did, someone barged into my room. Dinendir: This is the canon police! For crimes against fanfiction and the Lord of the Rings universe in particular, you are hereby arrested and sentenced to death! If you wish to repeal - Actually, scratch that. I'm just going to kill you. *Mimes shooting* It was Dulin, and he had shock and hurt run across his face. Faramir: I don't know what that means, but it sounds like it hurts. Legolas and I both blushed as he looked back to me and yelled, “What is the meaning of this?!” Dinendir(Luna): To get Orlando Bloom naked, duh. I hesitated and looked down. Then, I met his eyes and said, “I’m training the prince to use a bow, and I needed to see what kind of shape he was in, thus what you see now.” Fake tears formed in his eyes; I knew he was faking to make himself look good. Tuor: Who makes themselves look good by crying? “I thought you loved me. I guess I was wrong.” Dinendir: You were. Sucks to be you. He stormed out, still crying. I grunted and said, “Sorry, I’ve got to fix this.” I followed after Dulin. He was waiting down the hall, still crying. Did I really hurt him? I thought. Turin: Why do you care? You hate him, remember? Idril: Logic has no place in this story, it seems. I came up in front of him and moved his hands away from his face. He sniffled and hiccupped. Faramir: Illuvatar, he's a real baby isn't he? “Listen, it’s true; ask the king if you don’t believe me,” I whispered, looking him in the eyes and resting my head on his chest, which took me every ounce of my moral fiber not to gag. Dinendir: Lies! Mary-Sues have no moral fibre. It's a well known fact. Tuor: Really? Dinendir: Yes, there have been experiments and everything. Unfortunately, all the test subjects died in a ...tragic accident... I just stayed with him for a few minutes, until he stopped sobbing. He kissed me and said, “I’m sorry I was so jealous, forgive me?” I hesitated, again. I didn’t want to forgive him, but really had no choice. Legolas meant more then anything to me, Faramir: Oh bloody hell, they just met about five minutes ago. but I sighed and replied, “Yes, I forgive you. But I have to get back to Legolas.” He kissed me again, and said, “Of course, my love.” He waved and left. As he did, I went back to my room and sat beside Legolas. He looked at me straight and asked, “Everything ok?” I looked up at him and shook my head. “No but it’s my problem.” His hand went on top of mine when he said, “I’m here for you.” *Faramir throws up* Tuor: I think we need to invest in some sick bags. I smiled and hugged his arm, resting my head on his shoulder. “Thanks, but we… we…” My heart couldn’t stand it anymore. I busted out Idril: Busted out of where? crying, on his arm. I didn’t care, but liked being so close to him, as a friend and physically. *Faramir throws up again* Faramir: They've known each other for ten bloody minutes at the very, very, most! Silver purred and rubbed his head on me, as his way to help. Legolas was surprised but whipped my tears until I stopped. Dinendir: Looks like he was into BDSM after all. She sniffled and said, “Sorry, we should move…” I was cut off by Legolas pressing his lips to mine. All: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *All throw up* Dinendir: Yep, we really need to invest in some sick bags. I have vomit all over my shoes. Surprised, I closed my eyes and wrapped my hands around his neck, but he slowly backed away. I hugged him, and said, “Thank you so much.” He kissed me again and said, “It’s fine. What’s next?” Once I knew what I was working with, I tested his strength, agility, and reflexes. Turin: *cough* Nice, er, euphemism there. Tuor: Just how stupid does she think we are? Silver watched us carefully from my bed. For a young boy, he well exceeded the average elf. Faramir: More innuendo... “You are doing great,” I said, from sitting on my bed, with him, letting him catch his breath. He looked up from his panting, and smiled. “Thank you, so what next?” he asked. Turin (Luna): How about ana- *Faramir clamps his hand over Turin's mouth* My eyes went to the bow between us. “Now we can start on the bow. One has to know one’s weapon in order to use it.” Legolas rolled his eyes. “It’s not that bad,” I assured him. I picked up the bow and ran my hands over it. “This is a good bow.” From that I began to explain the history, usage, and what to look for in a good bow. He just sat and listened, once in a while nodding his head. Faramir: While drooling gormlessly. When I was done, I got my own bow and arrows from their chest and opened the door. “Get your bow and arrows; we need to find a good place to start shooting.” He picked up his own things and looked out the door. “We can go to the shooting range, if that would be a good place,” Legolas said, turning to me. I thought about and replied, “Yes, that would be a good place to start.” Dinendir: Well, no shit. Idril: The scary thing is she actually had to think about it. Once we had gotten to the shooting range, I displayed my skills, Dinendir: Mad archer skillz, yo! as Legolas watched, amazed. I twirled my bow around in my fingers, and said, “That’s what your father wants you to learn.” Tuor (Legolas): No, my father wants me to learn how to shoot, not perform cheesy tricks. “I could never be that good,” he replied, still in awe. “Sure you can!” I encouraged him. “Now let me see your stance... or the way your hold a bow and arrow.” Once he was ready, I looked him in the eyes and said, “Not good, but you’re learning.” Turin: How the hell can he be learning when she hasn't taught him anything? Idril: Like I said before, logic has no place in this story. He shifted, and looked back at me. “No,” I said. I came up close to Legolas, and helped him reposition. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and my heart pounding. “Much better. Now shoot,” I said backing away. His first shoot spiraled out of control, as I caught it in my fingers. Faramir: Pity it didn't go through them. “Use your finger to line up your target and try again,” I said, returning his arrow. He tried again, but this one, landed a few feet from the target. “Good, this might just be too far for you, but,” I glanced at the sun, “It’s getting late. Meet me here say around 8:00 and we can continue.” Faramir: Pathetic. Real men train into the night! Dinendir: Well, this is Wimpy!Legolas. But I'm rather more concerned about why elves are using the twenty-four hour clock. “Alright,” he said, going after his arrow. After a few weeks for strict training, Legolas had gotten much better. Tuor: That's a bit of a random time jump. Idril: Pure laziness really. The arrows he fired now hit the target and he could fire in a row with great speed, but he still wasn’t as good as me. Faramir: Cos' you have mad archer skillz, yo! Now let’s get out of here before I'm sick again. *All leave* |
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| Dinendir | Oct 4 2008, 12:21 PM Post #3 |
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Light of Dawn
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*Prisoners re-enter the theatre* Faramir: How much longer is this going to go on for? Tuor: I've been trying not to think of that, actually. Morthrang's voice: Two chapters after this one. *All groan* A/N: ((This chapter does contain some rape so be warned.)) Idril: We are. *Hands out sick bags* I don't own LOTR... The Ball It was early fall and the leaves had begun to fall. Silver and I were trying to get a tree fort up before it snowed. Dinendir: Assuming a 'tree fort' is their version of a tree house rather than a practical fort, that wasn't exactly the kind of thing female elves did in the middle of a war zone. Tuor: Not to mention the trees in Mirkwood were full of giant spiders. Dinendir (thoughtfully): It's probably an act of pure optimism to think this in the first place, but maybe, hopefully... *All sigh contently while imagining Luna being ripped apart by giant spiders* I had just started cut wood for our little tree fort when I heard a voice. “Need some help?” Turin (Feminist!Luna): No, you chauvinistic bastard! Startled, I turned around to see the prince in simple traveling clothes. Faramir: If he had any sense he'd be 'traveling' a long way away from this...thing. “Umm, s-sure,” I said, taken back, my heart pounding. He smiled, stood next to me and started to measure and cut. I quietly helped him, Silver watching both of us, almost jealous. All: ![]() Idril: Jealous of ...what? Tuor: No-one go there, alright? Just don't go there. I stopped for a second to asked, “Why are you out here? Surely you have better things to do.” Dinendir: The first, and probably only, truthful thing she's said. He smiled and took my hand in his. I looked into his eyes, mine wide as the moon. Faramir: Moon. Silver Moon. Heh, I c wut u did thar. Others: ![]() Faramir: Oh, I didn't tell you did I? I finally worked out how to use the, er... Internet. It's very interesting, to say the least. “There is a ball this evening, and I was wondering if you would like to go with me. Luna,” he paused, thinking, “you are different then the others. You don’t treat me as your prince, but as a person and I really like you for that.” My breath caught and my gaze dropped, heart pumping in my ears. I took me a moment to answer. “Yes, of course. What time is it?” He kept my hand in his and said, “7:00, Dinendir: It's the atomic clock again... and Silver is welcome to come if he wishes.” Turin: It'll be a bit difficult to find him a partner though. You might need a new shipment of demon foxes from wherever it was they came from in the first place. I nodded and started to cut, but the prince stopped me. I looked back at him; he was only inches from my face, Dinendir: Take cover! It's the start of the generic romance scene! and his hand still in mine. He whispered something, but I could hear him for my heart was pounding in my ears. He leaned forward just a little, to press him lips to my own. Like a reflex, my eyes closed and I ran my free hand though his golden locks. He smiled lightly under the kiss and put his free hand around my waist, pulling me in closer. I placed my hand on his chest and pulled away softly, feeling his sadness as I did. Tuor: Well, it wasn't bad enough to make me throw up, but I can definitely taste vomit in mouth. Faramir: You and me both. “See you at 7:00 then?” I whispered quietly. He sighed softly and nodded. We went back to the fort, Silver finally doing something. Idril: Well it might be different for demons, but I know that it's pretty damn hard to concentrate when two people are making out a few feet away. It was quickly finished and the prince looked at the time and said, “Oh, didn’t notice the time. I’ve got to go, see you later Luna and maybe Silver.” Faramir (teacher): Now here, boys and girls, is a prime example of how an elf does *not* speak. In fact, no-one speaks like this. Not even Orcs. I smiled and waved as he left. Silver jumped onto my shoulder once I had stood up. I jogged back to my room, ripping off my working clothes once I had gotten inside. Silver curled up into a ball on my bed as I drew up at hot bath. As the bath was filling, Turin: Wow, Thranduil must have got the plumbers in. I never knew his halls had running water! I picked out my best dress. It was a dark amethyst and had a lavender trim. It was one of those elegant gowns that drag on the floor unless you pick it up. The sleeves were down to my elbow but then fanned out a bit going down to my wrist. Dinendir: Always a bad sign when you describe clothes more than anything else. The name of another author springs to mind... Tuor: Who? Dinendir: For the sake of your sanity, I'm not saying. Once I had bathed and gotten dressed, I hurryingly looked at my clock. 6:27. I sighed Faramir: This girl seems to sigh a lot for no apparent reason. I really can't understand it. and went to my hair. I left it down, but fluffed it up with my fingers. I torn my silver necklace on and pushed the ring onto my finger. Silver perked his head up when he heard someone knock on the front door and my mother answer it. I pulled on my shoes as fast as I could and hurried downstairs. Legolas was dressed in white, which in my opinion did look amazing on him. Faramir (Luna): But it would look even more amazing on my bedroom floor. Tuor: I'm not sure that this internet is a good influence on you, y'know. (The same thing he wore when they saw Galadriel.) Idril: Now I'm really confused. Just a few paragraphs ago the author had no qualms at all about overly describing Luna's dress. Now she can't be bothered to do the same thing with Legolas' clothes? Turin: Must be her way of showing how superior Luna is. I stood at the end of the stairs. My mother smiled, turned to face me and asked, “And just where are you going miss? You didn’t say anything to me about this.” I sighed. Opps, I thought Dinendir: What a strange thing to think. In a situation like that, I'd be more inclined to think, 'oops'. before answering, “I’m sorry mother, but Legolas has invited me to this evening’s ball.” My mom’s eyes widened when I called him Legolas, and not “the prince,” or some other title. Idril: Pfft. I let everyone call me by my name. I hated being called 'princess'. I bite my tongue and looked to Legolas for help but he was ahead of me. “Of course if that is ok with you first,” he started. “And I don’t mind that she doesn’t address me formally, I really don’t.” Mother nodded and said, “Just don’t stay out too late.” I smiled; Legolas smiled also and said, “O rant. Shall we, Luna?” (Of course.) Dinendir: Enough with the bloody Grelvish, or whatever the hell it is. He stuck out his arm. I giggled, stepped down and took it in mine. “We shall. Good bye, mother!” She waved to us as we went out the door. “No Silver?” he asked, as we walked toward the palace. I shook my head and said, “You look great.” He grinned in return and replied, “Thank you. So do you.” Morthrang's voice: All right, enough with this soppy crap. Who wants to skip to the rape scene? Tuor: Well, you know, I really don't. I'm sick enough at the minute. Morthrang's voice: Tough I followed Dulin out of the palace and into an empty path. He turned to me, eyes ablaze still. “How could you dance with that… that… Prince! You were promised to me!” I gulped and looked down, unsure on how to answer. He sighed and mumbled, “Then I guess I will just have to make you REALLY mine.” I didn’t have time Faramir: Woah, wait a minute. That sentence is the perfect place for an evil laugh. *Looks around* Turin: Oh, all right. *Clears throat* Muhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! to answer before he started to undo my dress. I slapped his hand, but he tackled me to the ground, finishing with my dress and undergarments. I started to cry and said, “STOP!” He pushed his lips to mine and stuck his tongue into my mouth, trying to shut me up. Dinendir: Like any normal person would. Turin (impressed): Looks like it worked as well. I squirmed, but he ripped off his own pants and grabbed my wrists. He went inside of me and started thrusting in and out. He kept our mouths locked, toying with my tongue. Faramir: This guy is one hell of a multi-tasker. He finally released into me and grinned wickedly. “Now you are mine.” I finally had enough and kneed him in the balls. He winced and rolled off of me. I knocked him out with a kick Idril: Why didn't she do that in the first place? Or even better, why didn't she fade away? This girl confuses me like no other. Turin: She was probably enjoying it really. The whore. and pulled my dress on, already in tears. I straightened out my hair Tuor: Yes, because that's most people's priority after been raped. and sat against the wall, sobbing. Legolas must have been worried because I heard foot steps from around the corner. Sure enough it was him. He came rushing over and squatted beside me. “What is wrong, Luna?” I looked up at him, eyes red from crying. “Nightmare Idril: Why is she calling him by the meaning of his name? That's like calling me 'sparkling brilliance'. Dinendir: Well, I could be nice and put it down to shock. Or I could go for the more likely explanation of the author trying to enforce the fact that she's cool 'cos she gave her names meanings. … he… he…” I busted into new tears and looked down at my dress. The prince sat next to me and pulled me onto his lap. With his arms still around me, he whispered, “Now now, don’t worry; whatever he did to you, I’ll make sure it never happens again.” I sniffled and choked out, “He violated me.” Tuor: Rape victims don't normally admit what happened to them, do they? Faramir: Not to my knowledge, but then, she's not normal. Legolas’s eyes widened and he cursed. He snuggled me further and placed his chin on top of my head. “Where is he now?” I pulled my arm from my chest and pointed around the corner. He nodded and tightened his grip around me. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. I heard a rustling and a mumble. It was Dulin. He stumbled around the corner and saw us, nose bloody. He laughed and said, “I see you went back to him.” I shuttered against Legolas and he tightened the grip around me, giving Dulin a death glare. Turin (Salesman): The new Prince Legolas action figurrrrrrre! Comes with death glare! When you press the button, he can kill with a look! Target may not actually die. Not endorsed by Prince Legolas or Mirkwood Inc. Dulin took a few more steps until he was standing right next to us. “You’re mine now wench, so come over here and cling to me like that, or better yet don’t scream and fight when I’m trying to make love to you.” Dinendir: You know, Dulin seems incredibly stupid. You don't talk like that to the prince's girlfriend, even if they are both complete dumb assess. Legolas looked at me and raised an eyebrow, asking me if he could beat him up, only without words. I nodded softly and got off of his lap for him to stand up. The prince did and looked down at me before swinging a punch at Nightmare. It landed right onto his face and he winced. “How dare you prince boy!! First you steal my lover and now you beat me, now how is that princely behavior?!” Dulin yelled, ready to punch back. But Legolas was much faster and a better fighter, so soon Dulin was on the ground, out. Idril (flatly): Wow. What an amazing fight scene. I am on the edge of my seat with excitement. The adrenal- Tuor: Sorry dear, but you really can't do sarcasm. He picked me up-bridle style All: ![]() -and said, “Come on Luna; I’ll take you home.” I nodded and rested my head on his chest, comfortable and a little shaken. “Legolas,” I started to get his attention. He looked at me and nodded, tell me to say what I had to say. I took a deep breath, blushed and asked, “Would you…” I swallowed, blushing harder. “Would you stay the night with me? I-I don’t feel safe or very well for that fact, and I enjoy your company.” Faramir: Translation: I want sex. Never mind the fact I've just been raped. And a few other things… I thought. Faramir: Heh. Knew I was right. He blushed also and asked, “Wouldn’t your mother mind? I mean, you are supposed to marry that… jerk.” I shook my head as my blush faded. “She won’t be home until morning. Something has come up in her work so she left as soon as I did, so we will be fine.” Tuor: How did she know that? Dinendir: Great, she must be telepathic as well. He smiled and nodded. “Then I will stay.” We finished the walk to my house in silence. I opened the door with my key and he stepped inside, closing it with his foot. “Stay down here so I can get changed. I’ll come get you when I’m done.” He nodded and seated himself on one of the kitchen chairs. I hurried upstairs, whipping my door open. Silver greeted me at the door and I patted his head. Ripping off my dress, I made sure that my room was suitable for him to sleep in next to me. I quickly changed into my night time garments. Turin: Not that she's going to need them. I rushed down the stairs and looked for Legolas. He looked back at me and smiled. “Ready for me?” I nodded and waited for him to climb up the stairs with me. Once he did, I lead him into my room. Silver sniffed him to make sure he could come in and nodded. He nodded back before, he pulled of his boots and put them near the door. He blushed and asked, “Mind if I sleep without my shirt on? This one doesn’t do well to sleep in.” Dinendir: What a piss-poor excuse. Better get the sick-bags ready. *Everyone reaches for the bags* I blushed crimson and nodded. He peeled my shirt off and placed it on his boots. Silver curled up in his spot at the end of the bed and I crawled under the blankets. Legolas came around the other side and went under with me. He gently placed an arm around me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck; it smelled like sweet flowers. Tuor: That's just strange. No other words for it. Turin: I certainly don't recall any elves eating flowers. I went back a little to press my back onto his chest. He smiled and whispered in my ear, “Good night Luna.” I felt him kiss my cheek and whispered back, “Thank you for everything, I hope you sleep well, Legolas.” I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Dinendir: Hmm. I appear to have been mistaken. *Everyone puts the sick-bags away* The next morning I awoke to a light breathing in my ear. I smiled when I remembered who it was. I was about to sit up when his grip around me and he groaned, face looking troubled. “Shh,” I gently whispered to sooth him. It only seemed to make it worse and he clenched his teeth together. I just couldn’t watch so; I gently stoked his face and nudged him gently. “Legolas, wake up. I am here, don’t worry.” His eyes shot open and he glanced around with them as wide as the moon. Idril: Oh, come on. You've already used that simile. They softened and he let his breath out when he saw I was right next to him. “Luna, bad dream,” he muttered, rubbing the sleep from his face. I gently nodded and kissed his lips. Pulling away, I whispered to him, “Don’t worry; nothing is going wrong. I am right here.” *Tuor throws up* Turin (looking slightly sick): I guess we shouldn't have put those bags away so quickly. Tuor (groaning): I came in here expecting to be sick at the rape scene...I was wrong... *Idril rubs his back* He smiled and muttered back, “I’m glad.” I smiled back and said, “Let’s get you out of here before you get in trouble.” Faramir: Even though Luna's mother wouldn't exactly be pleased to find Legolas in her daughter's bed, he can't exactly get 'in trouble' for it. He nodded and rolled out of my bed. Silver awoke, yawned and stretched. Legolas pulled his shirt on as I got out of bed and waited from him to leave so I could dress. Pulling on his shoes he said, “Meet me downstairs when you’re dressed.” Silver jumped down and slipped downstairs. I nodded and asked, “Can you give Silver his breakfast while you down there? He won’t leave you alone if you don’t.” He nodded. I explained what he ate and where to find it. He smiled and said, “Will do.” And with that he left downstairs. I ripped off my nightgown and picked out something to wear. My nice traveling clothes seemed good so I pulled them on and my ring as well. Dinendir: She'll be 'traveling' somewhere soon enough. The author wouldn't have made her put them on for no reason, even if they are 'nice'. Turin: But she's not exactly a good author is she? Dinendir: Good point. I heard a crash and Legolas cursing loudly. Sighing, I rushed downstairs, sliding when I could. When I slid into the kitchen, there was a broken dish and Legolas was picking it up. He looked up and cursed again. “Sorry, it was an accident.” I rolled my eyes and pushed him aside. Muttering a spell over the dish, it came back together and it looked like nothing happened. Faramir: Lol wut. Idril: The internet again? Faramir: Yep. My vocabulary has increased considerably because of it. I briefly considered using 'WTF?', but that can wait for another time. I handed it back to him and said, “See no damage.” He eyed it with disbelieve. “How… did you do that?” he asked still in awe. Dinendir: Good bloody question. I shrugged and replied, “It is part of my misunderstood powers.” I then smiled and stood. Looking over at Silver I asked, “Did he get feed?” The prince nodded. “Aye, he did.” I smiled and said, “Then let’s take off.” He nodded again as Silver slipped around my shoulders. Taking his hand, I opened the door and let him lead us back to the palace. He turned around at the door to face me and said, “Luna, I’ve never anyone like you. I feel so happy and free around you. Please come and see me again.” I sighed. “I’m sorry Legolas, but I can’t be seen around you, at least not now. I will tell my parents as soon, but for now we must not see each other.” He nodded and hugged me, whispering in my ear, “I understand. My head does at least, but I have no control over my heart so don’t make me wait long.” All: Awwwww. Turin: Actually, scratch that. I couldn't give a damn. I felt tears come to my eyes as I nodded and slowly backed way. Slowly, I bowed and left. My heart and tears kept going as I ran. Silver purred softly. Upon finding my tree fort, I sealed it off with vines and slumped into a corner. Silver curled up in my lap as I cried my heart out. I cried for everything that I couldn’t have and everything that I was stuck with. Faramir: Wow, this girl is hard to satisfy. She's just slept with Legolas, and will see him again in the future, but for some reason she's gone all emo and is wangsting about nothing in particular. Finally, the tears became only hiccupping sobs. I quick noticed someone below me. The vines retracted and I peaked out the window. It was Dulin and he started to climb the ladder once the vines moved. Silver snarled and snapped his jaws as he morphed into his bigger form. Idril: Faramir, I believe you may want to say something at this point. Faramir: Thank you Idril. *Clears throat* WTF!? I grimaced and called Legolas though thoughts, something that my teachers had only told me to try. Faramir: Damn, I should have saved it. The only other internet phase I remember is 'all your base are belong to us', but that doesn't seem appropriate for the situation. Dinendir: Looks like we'll have to settle for a good old, 'What the bloody hell are you on about?' Tuor: Sounds good to me. All: What the bloody hell are you on about!? LEGOLAS! Lu…Luna? he asked. Yes, now please come find me. I’m in the tree house and Dulin is back. I will be right there, he quickly replied, having other thoughts in mind. I then got on to Silver’s back and clung to him for dear life. Hurry, I thought, tears coming again. I could hear a horse’s hooves in the distance but Dulin was closing in fast. Turin: The tension... it doesn't exist. Almost smacking myself for not remembering to do this earlier, I pushed the vines down the ladder, making him fall. The horse came to a stop and the prince climbed down. “I’m here Luna and I see that he fell.” Faramir: Thank you for that, Captain Obvious. Silver bounded down from the trap door on the bottom and I jumped into his arms. Squeezing my eyes shut, I could feel his arms go around my waist and his sweet voice trying to comfort me. I winced at the sound of Dulin laughing as he stood up. “I told you to leave my women alone, prince boy.” Dinendir: 'Women'? What is Dulin a pimp or something? I could fell other elves ready to kill Dulin if he tried anything. I smiled lightly, but didn’t open my eyes. Legolas didn’t answer him. I see you’ve brought others? He smiled and nodded. Silver snarled but didn’t jump on Dulin. “Well I see the prince doesn’t have good manners because you didn’t answer me. So to make up, hand over MY perfect little wench.” It didn’t take much for the archers to fire at Dulin. He didn’t see it coming and got hit with 5 arrows. He then clasped, dead. Tuor: I know he deserved it, but it's still a bit cruel to kill someone who poses no threat whatsoever. Dinendir: He was a threat to canon. I clung to Legolas and he nodded to his men to leave. Going back to me, he kissed the top of my head and whispered, “There is nothing more for you to fear. Dulin is gone and I am here to protect you.” I nodded and he asked, “Do you want to go home now?” I nodded once more. He picked me up and started home. Silver followed. My mother was already home, but she allowed Legolas to place me in my room. “I’m going to explain what happened to your mother, ok?” he asked sitting next to me. I sighed and nodded. “Just nothing of us, if you know what I mean.” He nodded and said, “Of course.” Silver curled up next to me and purred softly. Legolas hurried downstairs and I heard my mother gasp. Dinendir (Luna's Mother): What do you mean she's a witch? And she as a demon as a pet? Call the Elvish Inquisition! After a while, the two of them came into my room. Dinendir: No-one expects the Elvish Inquisition! Idril: I think you're over-doing this a bit. Dinendir: Meh. Each sat on either side of my bed, putting me in the middle. “Luna,” my mother started quietly. “I had no idea Dulin was like that and I’m terribly ashamed that I put you though that. But,” she paused, almost looking for the right words. “I want you to be happy and find a husband that makes you happy.” She smiled and muttered in my ear, “Like the prince here.” She kissed my forehead and left the room. Faramir: As if she didn't have any idea Dulin was like that in the first place. It was probably all an elaborate plot to get her daughter in with Legolas. Idril: You're over-doing it as well. Legolas smiled, placing his hand on my shoulder. “I must be going, but if you need me don’t hesitate to call me though the thought thing again.” He kissed my lips gently and left also, leaving me alone. I let out a sigh and fell asleep shortly after. Turin: That was longer than normal. Can we go now? Morthrang's voice: You may. 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| Dinendir | Oct 13 2008, 06:06 PM Post #4 |
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Light of Dawn
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Go with him, Luna and Silver Moon It was a sun filled summer day, when Silver and I were called upon by the king. “We haven’t seen the king since we trained Legolas. I wonder what he will have us do,” Turin: Hopefully he's about to exile Luna and disown Legolas for being such a pussy, but we can't count on it. I said, as I got onto Silver’s back. Silver pranced Dinendir: What is this, a kid's Disney movie? out of our nice home, which was already very close to the castle. Faramir: Thranduil lived in a CAVE system, dammit. He didn't have a castle. I had to show my note to the guards Turin: What it really says: The bearer of this note is a danger to Middle-earth and an embarrassment to my kingdom. Please shoot on sight. Cheers, Thranduil. for them to let us in, the huge golden doors closing behind us. Faramir: I know Thranduil loved his jewels, but he wasn't that rich. The king was sitting in his thrown, dressed in satin and silk from head to foot. I dismounted Tuor: Hang on; she rode into the throne room? You wouldn't get away with that in Gondolin. Idril: Ah, but we had a throne room, not a 'thrown' room. and bowed. “Good afternoon, My Lord. What can I do for you?” The king replied quickly. Dinendir: He doesn't want to be around her any longer than he has to be. Clever man. “Legolas is going on a journey and he has asked for you to accompany him.” I was puzzled again. “What kind of journey, sir? And why me?” Turin (Thranduil): Well, Legolas is quite the lady's man, and if I'm honest there isn't exactly an abundance of brothels in the wilderness. Plus, you're cheaper. Tuor: Not to mention he gets rid of her for a while. Maybe even for ever. Legolas walked in to the chamber wearing simpler attire then a normal prince. Idril: Why does she have it in her head that all royals have to dress up all the bloody time? Must have been outside, I thought All: *laugh* Faramir: Quite the detective, I see. under his watchful eye. He sat down beside his father and eyed me carefully. Dinendir (Legolas): Hmm, I swear her breasts have got bigger. ..Oh sh- “Why don’t I let him explain. Legolas?” “Yes, father,” he said looking back to the king. “Explain to Luna where you are going and why you want her to come with,” he said, flatly before leaving, giving us privacy. Legolas smirked and answered. “I am going to Rivendell to discuss the fate of the ring. And I thought you Turin (Legolas): ...would like to come, because as my father said, prostitutes these days are too damn expensive. Faramir: Not to mention that he was actually going to tell Elrond that Gollum had escaped. and Silver would like to come along and help me.” He looked me deep in the eyes. “It is your choice, but I do wish you would come.” A warm sensation flooded my blood as his eyes meet mine. Faramir: Why must they blush every time they look at each other? I had thought of him in that way before, but I knew not why he thought of me like that. “We will come with. Now when are we leaving...” Once we set a date and were packed, I climbed onto Silver as Legolas got onto his horse. I sighed. This is going to be awkward, I thought. Tuor: Yeah, I can't imagine that riding a super-sized fox demon is too comfortable either. But I was determined to protect him, Idril: The idea of her protecting anyone is laughable. Dinendir: But don't forgot that this is Wimpy!Legolas. no matter the cost. I braced myself for the long ride, and away we went, deep into the rotting forest. We said nothing as we rode thought the forest. I looked at the darkening sky. “We should set up camp for the night,” Faramir: The hell? What happened to the 'long ride'? Turin: Did they set off all of ten minutes before dusk or something? I said, toward Legolas. He nodded and stopped his horse. Silver quickly stopped and let me down. “I’ll get some wood for a fire. Silver stay with Legolas.” I set off to do my chore, as Legolas set up our sleeping arrangement. Turin: One sleeping bag. Once we had gotten something to eat and were warm and comfortable, we sat side by side, staring into the fire. Silver was already sleeping upon the branch of a towering tree. Dinendir: Not doing a very good job, is it? I glanced up at Legolas who smiled back. I felt my face go red and the warm sensation again, Faramir: That's the second time! Idril: Maybe we should start a tally. as I looked away, gazing at the night sky. Tired from riding most of the day, Turin: Most of the day! That has to be a joke. Tuor: They've gone a few miles at the very most. I gently put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, without any consent. Turin: Quick Legolas! Blow your rape whistle! He smiled and put his hand upon mine. I smiled gently and took my head off, Faramir (Luna): - and put it under my arm. Suddenly Legolas wasn't there any more. I wonder why he ran off? opening my eyes. “We should sleep,” he said, crawling over to his bed beside mine. “Aye,” I replied, crawling after him. I lay down on my side, facing him. I gently closed my eyes and smiled as I felt him put his hand on mine again. “Good night, prince,” I muttered before drifting to sleep. The next morning, I awoke to Silver brushing against my face. I giggled and petted him. “Good morning, Silver.” I sat up to see Legolas digging through his saddle bags. Dinendir (Legolas): Where the hell is the poison? I can't find it! Damn, I'm going to have put up with her for the whole journey now. “I’ll be right back,” I said, picking up my backpack. He nodded, but didn’t look up. Dinendir (Legolas): Come on, come on! Where IS it? I slipped away to change. I quickly changed my undershirt and slipped my over shirt back on. Then I returned back to Legolas and Silver. Legolas was looking over a map, and Silver was hunched over him. I walked over and squatted, on the other side of the map. He traced our progress with his finger. “This is how far we’ve gone, Idril: About ten metres. and this,” he pointed to Rivendell, “is where the ring carrier is. Dinendir: Anyone else get a sudden vision of an aircraft carrier with a giant ring on top? Tuor: Ah...No. I don't know what that means. Faramir: Nor do I. Dinendir: Okay, forget I asked. We should make it there in six days.” I nodded, as he rolled up the map. Faramir: Six weeks would be a little more accurate. “We should be off,” I said climbing onto Silver. Legolas didn’t say a word but saddled and jumped onto his horse. We rode deeper into the forest, and so lay day two of our journey. Once we were stopped for the night, Idril: Please, stop the time jumps! Dinendir: Look, even if you weren't attacked by giant spiders, something interesting must have happened during the day. Why are you so obsessed with the night? Turin: So Luna and Leggy can get it on, obviously. Silver flew out to see what land lies ahead. Tuor: Wait a second. Have I missed something here? That thing can fly? Faramir: One wonders why it didn't just fly them to Rivendell. Idril: Because that would require logic. As he did Legolas and I had a light dinner, and sat by the fire side-by-side again. I met his eyes and stared at him for a minute. Dinendir: Staring contest! His eyes were full of love and courage. I finally noticed I was staring and blushed. Idril: Third time. He gently put his arm around my shoulders and whispered, “Why the blushing?” Turin: That is a really good question. I smiled, kissed on the lips gently, and whispered, “That’s why.” He grinned at my kiss. “Just like old times hmm?” I smiled at his comment, and kissed him again, with a little more passionate this time. He seemed happy with my kiss but stopped me. “We need sleep.” I sighed, but knew he was right. I called back Silver and lay on my blankets, back facing Legolas. He gently wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on my neck. I turned my head and kissed him. “Good night,” I whispered. “Good night, my love,” he whispered before falling asleep. I lay awake for a little while longer. His words were strong. I didn’t know how much he cared for me but was happy to find out. With my last thought of him, I slowly fell asleep. Idril: Well that was incredibly boring. Dinendir: Hmm... Idril: What? Dinendir: Tuor seems to have fallen asleep Faramir: *shakes Tuor* Tuor (groggily): Huh?...uh...I'm awake, I'm awake... Morning came, with birds singing and the sun shining bright. Faramir: -and the giant spiders dragging the corpses of their prey back to their webs... I cracked my eyes open and saw Silver crouched over me and Legolas. He growled deeply. I opened my eyes all the way in alarm. Turin: Looks like its finally came to its senses and is going to kill them! All: Yay! Then I followed Silver’s gaze to find a large wolf before us. Dinendir: And its brought a friend along to help! Turin (Silver): I'll take the witch with purple hair and you take the sleeping wimp. Deal? Staying cool, I shook Legolas awake, who remained silent Idril: -with fear as I crept over to get my bow and arrows. I drew an arrow as the wolf went for Silver. Faramir (Silver): Hey, no, wait! We had a truce, remember! The arrow got him right in ribs. He landed before Silver’s paws, dead. Letting out a sigh of relief, I said, “Not of good way to start out the day.” Silver got his head under the wolf and slid it onto his back. He padded quite a ways away from camp to dump the dead wolf off. Tuor: Instead of just eating it. I can't remember it being fed on this trip. Dinendir: Animal cruelty. Better call the RSPCA. As he did, I went over to Legolas who looked petrified. Idril: What is he, ten? I looked at him firmly and asked, “Are you alright?” He looked back at me, white as a sheet. He shook his head, “Not really.” I gently hugged him, whispering, “Don’t worry. Nothing will ever hurt you while I’m around.” He smiled, feeling a little better. He gave me a quick kiss, and said back, “I know. And thank you.” I smiled back. “I gave an oath to protect you, no matter the cost. But enough of this talk we should get going.” “Right,” he said, packing up. As he finished packing, I asked Silver, “Do you mind if Legolas rides on you too? He was quite upset with the wolf; Dinendir: Because he's Wimpy!Legolas. I think he would like it if he could ride with.” Silver nodded. I looked over at Legolas. “Legolas,” I paused, trying to figure out what to say, “Would you like to ride on Silver with me?” Turin (Luna): Phew. If I'd phrased that wrong who knows what could have happened? He smiled, as if he was waiting for me to say that. “Yes, thank you.” He instructed his horse to follow us. I climbed onto Silver’s back and held my arm out to Legolas. He gripped it, swung his leg over and wrapped his arms around my waist. I blushed at the contacted. Faramir: What’s that? Four? Idril: I think so. He smiled and kissed my neck. “Ready.” “Alright.” Silver jumped into the air and pumped his legs. We said and moved little for the rest of the day. Turin: And so travelled a grand total of thirty metres. We stopped for the night, as the sun was just setting. We made up camp, Dinendir: This whole bloody chapter is just like one giant sleepover. as Silver went out to hunt for himself. Once camp was made, Silver had returned, and I set out to hunt for Legolas and myself. I caught two small rabbits. Idril: Why didn't she just order the thing to hunt for them as well? Faramir: Who knows? Like you said, that would be logical. As the rabbits were cooking, Legolas and I went for a little moonlit walk. Idril: Yes, I heard that the wilderness is a really romantic place this time of year. Isn't that right, dear? Tuor: Uhhhh... We held hands and told each other our hopes, dreams, and fears. Dinendir: Legolas stayed up all night verbally cataloguing everything that has made him squeal in fear. Which is pretty much everything. Turin: Oh...Tuor's gone again. Idril (sighs): I might just join him. The level of boredom is through the roof. We then returned and ate. Silver sat on the other side of the fire, as we snuggled and stargazed. Idril: More pointless fluff. After a while we grew tired, so we lay on the conjoined bed. I kissed him gently and whispered, “Sleep well, nin herdir a mela.” (My master and love) All: ![]() He kissed me back, and replied in a whisper, “You too, nin mela.” (My love) So end day three. The next morning, I awoke to a rubbing of my shoulder. I quickly sprang awake and heard something in the trees. Legolas looked down at me and said, “There’s something out there.” “Do you know what it is?” I asked, creping over to get my bow and arrows. He shook his head. “No, but it’s big.” Faramir (Legolas): I'm scared! I want my mummy! Are you my mummy? I cursed under my breath. Silver carefully watched it, while we both aimed arrows at it. A ruffle of the bushes and it was off into the sky. We both hit it with an arrow. It fell to the ground, dead as a doornail. Dinendir: That's not very nice. For all they know could it could have been an innocent little bunny. Turin: But it was big and could fly. Dinendir: Fine, it could have been a giant flying bunny. It was still innocent. Even if it was trying to kill them... Silver leapt over to it and sniffed it carefully. We ran after him. “What is it, Silver?” I asked. Turin: It can't talk, you dumb-ass. I would have thought you'd have realised by now, seeing as though it never replies to your questions. He sniffed it and growled. “What ever it is, it didn’t like us,” Legolas said kicking it. I nodded. “Before we go for the day, do you mind if I bath?” Faramir: Oh, come on. Us rangers went for weeks without a bath! Dinendir: And so did the fellowship. If the hero of the story can survive being a little unclean, I'm sure you can to. Legolas seemed to blush Idril: Is that all people do in this story? Turin: Well, they sleep as well. And walk a few metres at a time. when he replied. “Alright, but be quick.” I grabbed my bag, and started for the nearest pond, Idril: 'Cos we all know how wonderfully clean ponds are. then stopped, when he said, “Wait,” he grabbed me by the arm. “You alone makes me nervous, especially with the creatures out here.” Faramir: Hah! More like the other way round. “What where you planning on doing? Coming with me? No. Got a plan?” I questioned him. “Didn’t think that far…” he said sadly, looking down. “How about I just wait in a tree until you’re done?” “That could work,” I looked him in the eyes. “But I want you up that tree, before I start to undress. Got it?” He seemed sad about that but nodded. Turin: Why? You get a better view, you tool. “Good,” I said going back to the pond. Once at the pond, Legolas dashed up a tree and relaxed against the branches. I began to undress, keeping an eye on the tree. Silver bounced up the tree, also. I slipped into the water and scrubbed myself. Having a few dirty thoughts in my head, I screamed. Faramir: Er...what? Idril: I'm confused... Dinendir: Completely lost over here. Legolas came crashing down with a thud. “What… What’s wrong?” he asked, getting up. I yelled, “You pervert! Look that way!” as I sank into the water. Turin: Eh? You're alright sleeping in the same bed as him but think he's a perv when he sees you naked? Idril: Well I wouldn't want anyone to see me naked if I was covered in green slime and bits of pond weed either. Shocked, he swirled the other way and said, “Sorry, but what did you see?” as Silver bounded down. I looked around confused. “I… I don’t know. There was a lot of notice coming from the bushes Faramir: Looks like Legolas isn't the only one. and it scared me,” I lied. “Please don’t scream again unless you see something,” he said, climbing up the tree, keeping his head the other way. Silver stayed down, keeping an eye on me. I smiled at him, and got out wrapping a towel around my body. Faramir: They brought bloody towels!? I guess the author has never even been hiking before, let alone spent several days walking. I sat for a few minutes, before I got dressed. As I belted my sword and slung my bow and arrows on my back, I said, “I’m done. You can come down.” His voice was scared as a mouse. “Sure? Not going to kill me this time?” I giggled. “No, not this time.” He slid down the tree with grace. Idril: Certainly a lot better than 'crashing down with a thud' like last time. “Ready to go?” I nodded and put the bags across Silvers back, then climbed on. Legolas instructed his horse again and climbed on, wrapped his arms around me, and inhaled my smell. He kissed my neck and whispered, “You smell lovely.” Dinendir: Just like mildew and frogspawn. Mmm. Turin: Probably a hint of rotting plants as well. Lovely indeed. I smiled at his touch and whispered back, “You need a bath, but you still smell good to me.” I spoke up for Silver to hear, “Ready when you are, boy.” Silver took to the sky, accustomed to the weight. He giggle slightly back. “Don’t I know it. I’ll do that tonight, but I’m glad you still like my smell right now.” We flew the hours away, talking little. Faramir: No mid-air collisions? Epic battles with Nazgul? No? Okay, then... Upon stopping for the night, Legolas tied up his horse Dinendir: How the hell can it keep up with that flying thing? Faramir: It must be a Mearas. Although I'm not entirely sure that even Shadowfax could have done that. and went off for a bath, as dinner was cooking. Silver went with him, leaving me alone. I poked the fire and stirred the stew. Then I wrote a few things in my journal. Turin (Luna): We were attacked by giant flying bunnies this morning. Legolas crapped himself. He looks so hot when he's scared... Then he spied on me while I was bathing. The perv. He's still sooooooooo hot though. Silver came strutting into camp, sleek and clean. “Oh, did Legolas give you a bath too? Well you look very nice, Silver,” I said, smiling. “Now where is the prince? Did you leave him alone?” Turin: He can't talk, you cretin! Dinendir: Just leave it. She's beyond help. “Looking for me?” Idril: No, actually. We're looking for Legolas of the House of the Tree. You know the guy who led the survivors of Gondolin to safety? No? Well, if you see him about, tell him we're looking for him, yes? his sweet voice shot into camp, before the rest of him did. I turned to face him. A single moonlight glistened across his face, Faramir: I really can't picture that... Dinendir: What the hell is a 'single moonlight'? leaving the rest of him dark. He glanced at the moon; his eyes glistening in the moonlight. Idril: Ugh...Too many moons... Parts of his hair were back in the twin braids, the rest of it was falling over his shoulders. All around, he was stunning. He stepped forward and smiled at me; I smiled back. “You look magnificent,” I said, standing. He walked a few more steps forward, right next to me. “Why thank you,” he said, taking my hand and kissing it. I blushed a little but didn’t care. Faramir: Well we do! Idril: That's five times she's blushed in this chapter, right? “And might I say you look beautiful as well.” I giggled and replied, “Thanks.” I gestured to the stew. “Hungry?” He looked at the stew and nodded. We ate, only talking of the rest of the journey ahead. Once we were done, Silver left to check the lands ahead. Legolas took me to the lake for a nice walk. Turin: What lake? Dinendir: Presumably the one Legolas bathed in. Turin: Well, at least he has enough sense not to go in a bloody pond. As we walked, I giggled a lot and we both smiled a lot also. Dinendir: Someone's overdosed on the happy pills... He kissed my hand and said, “We should get back and sleep.” I kissed him and replied, “Yes, we should.” We wandered back to find Silver past out by the fire. Dinendir: Looks like something else has overdosed as well. Faramir: Or maybe it fainted out of sheer boredom. Holding back our giggles, we set up our bed and got ready to sleep. Legolas lay down first, and I lay down beside him. He put his arm around my back and pulled me close to him. I put my head on his chest and smiled at him, sweetly. He lifted his head to mine and kissed me passionately. I bent forward and wrapped my hands around his neck. He gently put one hand upon my check, and the other around my backside. The moment was pleasant for the both of us but, it had to end. Turin: Thank Eru. I backed away slightly and said, “Sleep well, my love.” He kissed me again and whispered, “Good night, love.” I smiled, kissed his neck, then lay my head back down on his chest and fell asleep. Day four of their journey end. Dinendir: Ah, sudden switch to third-person. Lovely. All three of us awoke well rested and up of anything. A few Orcs found their way onto their camp though. Idril: What’s the problem? The Orcs have gone to their camp. Not yours. Faramir: She doesn't seem too concerned anyway. Turin (Luna): Ahh, it's only a few Orcs. No big deal. Let's go back to sleep. Silver transformed and growled loudly. The Orcs shifted but didn’t go anywhere. Legolas and I drew our arrows and waited for them to attack. One of the Orcs went after the prince, as we both hit it with arrows. It didn’t stop Turin: Yeah, right. Orcs weren't that tough. so Silver tackled it to the ground biting and clawing it to death. I stabbed another through the chest with my sword. Legolas fired three arrows into the head of one of them. Faramir: Overkill, no? With three dead, the other two got feisty. Dinendir: Instead of realising they're outmatched and legging it? Faramir: They must be Uruks. The larger Orc slashed me in the leg, knocking me to the ground. All: *cheer* Dinendir: Woot! Go Orc! *waves banner* Silver jumped over me, and Legolas looked at me worried. He jumped and got a hold of a tree branch. When the other Orc came near him, he kicked it in the face and stabbed it with one of his twin knifes. He was the last thing I saw before blacking out. Idril: Awww, how romantic... Turin: ...Not. I sprang awake, grabbing for my bow, but it wasn’t there. Silver was curled up next to me and Legolas was sitting next to me, asleep. He opened his eyes when he heard me scream when I saw my wrapped leg. “Luna! Sut naa le emel?” (How are you felling?) Dinendir (Luna): I'm felling just fine, thanks! I've chopped down five trees today! he asked, pushing my hair out of my face. Before I could answer, he kissed me, putting his hands against my face, as I did to him. He rested his forehead on mine when he said lovingly, “I was worried.” Faramir (Legolas): Worried that you would survive. That would be horrible. I smiled, and whispered, “I’m sorry for worrying you, that Orc caught me off guard.” I glanced down at my leg. He got what I was trying to say, and lifted my pants leg up, then began to undo the bandages around my leg. As he did Silver snatched up an apple in his teeth and dropped it into my lap. I smiled at him, patted his head and said, “Thanks, Silver.” I nibbled the apple as Legolas finished undoing the bandages. He gently ran his fingers over the wound, and he felt my skin shutter by his touch. Dinendir (Skin): Time to close up shop, boys! Lower the shutters! He glanced up at me. “Did I hurt you?” “It only hurts a little,” I said looking down at the wound. It was just a 1in deep, 3in long , and ½in wide sized gash. Idril: Never mind towels, it looks like she brought her ruler as well. I bit my lip. I knew well that I couldn’t walk with that gash, Faramir: Not that you have to, you stupid wench. Dinendir: Yeah, you can fly your bloody demon, or ride Legolas' horse, if it has managed to keep up. seeing it went though a major nerve in my leg. Legolas saw my face and said, “Let me heal it for you.” Turin: Legolas, Legolas- you're having delusions of grandeur. You're not Elrond, you idiot. I meet his eyes and asked, “Would you really do that?” He nodded. “O rant.”(Of course) Idril: Stop the Grelvish! It hurts my head to read! I felt my heartbeat quicken and his hands go over mine. I bowed my head and said, “Diola lle, nin mela.” (Thank you, my love.) Faramir: At least she's stopped blushing. Idril: She's still talking crap, though. He kissed me, again and as he rested his forehead on mine he whispered. “Luna…Amin mela lle.” (I love you.) Turin: Captain Obvious strikes again! I gently stroked his check and whispered, “Legolas, I love you too.” We both smiled, and I kissed him gently, but passionately. Dinendir: Er...does not compute. We both enjoyed the kiss but the pain of my leg made it stop. He took most of the night to heal my leg. We exchanged stories and a few kisses to get though it all. He began to mutter something that was almost like singing. I got lost in his beautiful voice and began to drift away into a sleeping state. Idril: What's wrong with saying, 'I began to fall asleep'? Faramir: It's not purple prose-y enough. My leg started to tingle and in a blast of light, the mark that was on my leg was gone. Faramir: Well I'm pretty sure Elrond didn't heal people like that. Turin: Witchcraft! Looks like the Elvish Inquisition have another target. The wound was healed but the nerve damage was still there, but we didn’t know how long it would take to heal. I felt him kiss me once more and whispered, “Sleep well, I love you.” I didn’t open my eyes but whispered back, “You as well, I love you too.” Dinendir: And on that pathetically fluffy note, it's time to leave. *All exit, Faramir and Idril carrying the sleeping Tuor* |
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Light of Dawn
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As the prisoners filed back into the theatre they allowed themselves to feel cautiously optimistic for the first time in weeks. They could only hope that after this, the final chapter, Morthrang would be sufficiently pleased to let them go, and not subject them to any more torture. A/N: ((Contains sex... *All start hammering at the door* Tuor: Let us out! Oh Eru, please! and I don't own LOTR...)) Rivendell The next day, we finally arrived at Rivendell. Faramir: Finally? It didn't even take you a week... They took Legolas’s horse Turin: Which had somehow managed to keep up with the flying thing. and looked at Silver, bitterly. Idril: Can you blame them? Tuor: Oh, not at all. I stayed on his back because of my leg. “Welcome, Legolas and Luna.” We both turn around to see Elrond. Faramir: I wonder why he was behind them? Dinendir: Must have mad teleporting skillz. I bowed my head, but didn’t have to bow all of the way. Dinendir: 'Cos you're somehow better than him, right? “Hello, Lord Elrond.” Legolas nodded to him. “Who else is here?” he asked. “The ring-bearer and his companions, and the men,” Elrond replied. He noticed I was still on Silver and that my leg was wrapped. “I see you have had some trouble.” “Glad the dwarves aren’t here…” Legolas muttered. I nodded, and Legolas snapped back. He nodded also Tuor: What just happened? Turin: *shaking his head* I have no idea... and said, “A few Orcs. Nothing that bad.” Faramir: Yeah, but it would've been if your darling Luna wasn't there to protect you, wouldn't it? You didn't even know how to fight before she came along... “They will be here shortly,” Elrond said, looking at me. He then sighed and said, “I’m glad none of you were hurt that bad.” Idril: I can't say that I agree. I could almost feel the smirk falling upon Legolas’s face. We both nodded. I let out a sigh as Elrond muttered, Turin: What's with everyone muttering? Dinendir: Well Elrond's obviously depressed at having these two morons hanging around. “Come with me then.” He led us though the many paths of Rivendell, until finding a pair of small rooms. “Here are your rooms.” He winked at us. “But sleep where ever you would like.” I could feel the redness rising in my face as he laughed lightly and said, “The meeting with be in a few hours. You must be tired, so rest; someone will be sent to wake you.” I didn’t say a word, but bowed and nodded my head. Legolas nodded also, and watched him leave. I glanced up at him, and he smiled. “Put your stuff in your room, then we can sleep in mine,” he said, heading for his own. I smiled and nodded again. Turin (Gormless!Luna): Uh...Duh! Silver helped me onto the bed and I put my pack down. It was a simple room, with a bed, a small washroom, a wooden desk. I quickly removed my sword, bow and quiver from my body. I heard a light knock on the other side of the wall that connects our rooms. Hurrying as fast as I could, I switched out my boots for lighter ones and removed my cloak. Silver got me out of my room and into his. Faramir: It had its own room? He was already comfortable under the blankets in the bed. I sat on the bed, slipped my shoes off and slipped under with him. Dinendir: Woah, what the hell!? Tuor: Eru, that's disgusting. Silver curled into a ball at the end of the bed. He gently wrapped around his arms my waist and kissed my neck. I smiled and turned to face him, pressing my lips to his. Dinendir: And this children, is why you should never skip English. You might end up turning a harmless romantic scene into something... rather worse. He smiled slightly under my kiss and closed his eyes, as did I. I pulled away just to speak. “We should get some sleep.” I snickered and grinned. “We can have fun later.” Idril: This is really sick. Tuor: You do realise that by 'He' the author means Legolas? Idril: Yes. It's still sick though. He grinned back. “Promise?” I nodded gently and kissed him again softly before re-closing my eyes. He scooted a little closer to me, keeping his arms around my waist. I got my arm under the pillow, on the side of his head. The other gently rested upon the arm around me. I smiled again before drifting to sleep. “Prince Legolas?” My eyes sprang open; the rest of me trying to sit up, Faramir: That's a funny image. but Legolas tightened his grip on my waist. “Time to be up, love,” I gently whispered in his ear. He let out a sleepy groan, one arm going up to rub his face. “Prince Legolas?” the voice called again. “I’m awake!” he shouted, which made me blink a few times, and woke up Silver. He stood and stretched. Legolas sat up all of the way, taking me with him. The little elf peaked in the door Dinendir: Look, right, this isn't Disney. I'm now imagining one of Santa's bloody helpers. and nodded. “Good, good. Now hurry; the meeting is soon.” Legolas nodded to the man, Idril: Make your mind up... Dinendir: I know that Legolas wasn't exactly the biggest bang in the armoury, but even he should be able to tell the difference between a man and an elf. telling him to get out so we could get ready. I got my feet on the floor and slipped my shoes back on. Silver pranced to the floor, whipping his tail, then transform into his bigger form. Faramir: Epic fail at grammar. And what's with the prancing? I smiled at him and turned to Legolas who was changing into his formal attire, shirt off. I paused to stare at him for a minute before he looked up at me and smirked. “I’ll be back,” I muttered, climbing onto Silver’s back. Legolas nodded. I went back to my room, whipping open my bag. I found the best clothes and hurryingly pulled them on. I brushed my hair; then Silver’s fur. Turin: Why? It's not going to the council...is it? Idril: Eru, I hope not. But why is Luna going as well? Faramir: Good point. Hopefully my brother will kill them both. I put up my hair the way Legolas usually keep his, 2 small braids pulled back and the rest down. Dinendir: Guess what? WE DON'T CARE. I smiled at my little fox and got back onto his back. He walked back to Legolas’s room and I knocked. “Love?” I asked. “Come in Luna,” he yelled. I did what he said and found him trying to fix his hair. I giggled. “Can you yell me with this?” he asked. Tuor: I, er...what? *Others shrug* He blushed slightly. Faramir: Looks like the constant blushing is back. I though we left that in the last chapter. Idril: I don't think I can be bothered with a new tally. “I usually had people do it for me.” I smiled and nodded. “I understand.” Silver set me on the bed, and I picked up the brush and the little clips, then had him sit on the bed. I knelt behind him and started brushing his hair out. It was so silky smooth and beautiful golden blonde. Tuor: I though he had dark hair? Dinendir: Nah, I'm pretty sure it was blonde. Turin: Really? And there I was thinking it w- Faramir: *clears throat* My hand brushed over his cheek when I reached for the hairs closest to his face. I finished braiding the first side and went to the next, but his hand came up and stopped mine. He kissed my hand and smiled at me. I smiled back “You are going to be so… cute,” I finished, blushing slightly. He laughed softly, as I started braiding. “I hope so.” Idril: *yawns* I smiled gently, and finished up the braid, clipping it into place. “Ok, all done.” I gave him the mirror on the bed and asked, “What do you think?” He studied himself for a minute before a bright smile shown across his face. Faramir: Eru, he really is stupid in this. Most people can decide how good they look in a split-second. “It looks better then I’ve ever seen.” He turned to face me, putting his hands on my knees. “Thank you so much,” he muttered, only a few inches away from my face. I smiled gently, and pressed my lips to his. I could feel his arms go around my back as my hands wrapped around his neck. I pulled back and said, “We should get going; we can finish this later.” Dinendir (Blackadder!): Not with a bayonet through yer neck yer couldn't! He nodded gently and gave me a look over. “You are so beautiful.” I smiled and replied, “You don’t look so bad yourself.” I got down from the bed and onto Silver’s back. He let the prince walk in front of him, as we walked though the many paths of Rivendell. Idril: Yes, we get it. Rivendell has many paths. You've already told us this. We finally arrived at the meeting room and took our seats near the other elves. Silver jumped onto my shoulder and meroed Turin: Uh... Faramir: Strange noise for a strange thing. softly. I smiled and petted his head. I saw the dark haired hobbit, but he looked troubled. Dinendir (Frodo): Sam? Tuor (Sam): Yes, Mister Frodo sir? Dinendir (Frodo): What the hell is that thing over there? Tuor (Sam): Which one, sir? The purple thing or the silver thing? Dinendir (Frodo): Both! Silver’s natural instincts took over as he jumped down and weaved under the chairs before stopping at the ring-bearer’s chair. Dinendir (Frodo): Oh God, Sam, its coming this way! Tuor (Frodo): *grabs frying pan* Don't worry Mister Frodo, I'll protect you! Both Legolas and I watched him in amusement. He jumped onto the hobbits lap and looked at him curiously. Dinendir (Frodo): Get it off! Sam! Get it off! The little hobbit was first surprised then a little scared. Legolas quickly helped me up, and the two of us went over to the hobbit. “Sorry,” I started and he looked up at us. “He won’t hurt you. Silver come.” The little fox looked up at me and leaped from the hobbit’s shoulder onto mine. I smiled and said, “I’m Luna and this is Silver.” He smiled and stood. “I’m Frodo.” He just the noticed who’s arm was around my waist. He held his hand beside his back and bowed his head. “Prince Legolas.” Dinendir: I know there is a pretty heated debate about whether Aragorn and Legolas knew each other before the War of the Ring, but Frodo and Legolas? WTF? Legolas smiled and said, “No need for that, Frodo. I’m here on business. ” He lifted his head and nodded. Lord Elrond cleared his throat. Legolas, Silver, and I went back to our seats and Elrond started the meeting. While ever one else was yelling at each other, Faramir: Bit of a big time jump there... Dinendir: I think the author is assuming that everybody has seen the movie. Silver and I were the only ones to notice Frodo was in distress again. Dinendir (Frodo): Dear God, they're still looking at me! I hopped over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder for support and to comfort the little hobbit. “Something is bothering you, isn’t it?” Dinendir (Frodo): Damn right. He looked up at me, holding his head. He sighed and nodded. “How do you know? And why is your hair so different from the other elves?” This time I was my time to sigh. “It’s just the way I was born. And it is a rare gift, no one fully understands why I can do the things that I do, but I only want to use them for good.” I looked down at him and smiled, his eyes were glued to me since I started talking. “If the prince comes with you, so are we. The king asked US to protect him, and now that includes you and the others.” He smiled at me, like I lifted the world from his shoulders. “Now, I know that you really don’t want to take it, but it is only yours to do so tell them.” Faramir: We can replace that little speech with the following words: LOL I'M SPESHUL!!!1 And with that, I hopped back beside Legolas, trying to calm him. I was a simple matter, just giving him a cold stare was enough. Though all the noise, he asked, “Did you have a nice chat with Frodo over there?” I smiled softly at him and nodded. “He seems…” I was cut off when Frodo finally said something. I sighed gently and turned my attention back to the hobbit. The others quickly did also. Once Aragon was done with his little speech, Dinendir: Hey, not everyone reading this is going to have seen the movie. You haven't even introduced Aragorn yet! Not to mention that 'Aragon' is actually an area in Spain... I hopped over to Frodo, bent down to his level and said, “Silver and I can keep you safe when the others can’t.” I bowed my head. “You have my bow and sword.” Faramir: She always has to go one better, doesn't she? “You also have my bow,” Legolas said from behind me. I stood up and leaned against him. “And my axe,” the dwarf finished. Dinendir: What dwarf? You haven't introduced any yet! Legolas boasted me upon Silver’s back. Legolas walked along side Silver. Along the way, Faramir: What? Their leaving? Screw the dwarves, WHAT ABOUT BOROMIR!? Turin: Calm down. If he's not even in the story then he can't be portrayed badly, can he? Faramir: Hmm. I guess that's something to be grateful for. I whispered in Legolas’s ear, “Have you ever been around men, dwarves or hobbits?” “Is that what they are? I didn’t know, but I really haven’t been around anybody other then elves,” he said back. Dinendir: Dear God, this takes stupidity to a whole new level. Tuor: Why would he be glad that the dwarves weren't there yet if he didn't even know what they were? “There scenes are lesser then ours, so we have to be patient and warn them of everything that we notice,” Idril: What's this girl on about? I looked him right in the eyes. “I know you well and I’m very glad you don’t have a nasty temper.” He looked back at me and smiled, “Thank you,” he waved his hand, “Come on; we should catch up.” I smiled back, took his hand and pulled him forward, along with the others. That night, Legolas and I both made up some reason that we had to leave the campsite. Dinendir: Not that you actually needed one. The others were pretty damn glad to get rid of you, I bet. Silver came as a watch. Tuor: Ugh... Idril: What? Tuor: I though that said 'to watch' I giggled and tackled him, kissing his lips. I twisted my hands around his neck and slipped my tongue inside of his mouth, wanting it to go farther. We were already in our lighter sleeping garments so it was easier to go as far as I wanted, and he allowed. I gently began to undo his shirt, as he was occupied slipping off my pants. Once we had gotten off everything, we continued to kiss passionately and Turin: And? And what? You can't just tail off as it's starting to get good! Others: ![]() Turin: ...Do you people have any sense of humour? I could feel my heart racing and his manhood being hasty, almost like he didn’t want to. I pulled away softly and looked him in the eyes. “Is this too hard?” Dinendir: Perhaps fortunately, words have just failed me at this point. Faramir: I've still got something to say, but since it's just a string of expletives I won't bother. His eyes couldn’t look me in the eyes, but he did say, “I’m sorry. This just all happened so fast.” I sighed and nodded. “I know, but you really didn’t answer my question.” I had to repeat the question before I got him to answer. He shook his head. He smiled before saying, “It’s not that, I really do, but I’m just not sure how.” He looked down at my chest and blushed. Dinendir: Thranduil obviously didn't believe in Sex Ed. I kissed his lips softly, feeling his manhood creeping onto me. Idril: *turns green* that... just... I mean, wow... “Just do what feels right.” Turin (Legolas): Okay. *runs away screaming* He grinned darkly and nodded, before pressing his lips back to mine and slipping his tongue into my mouth. I felt my spine shiver and tongue dance around his with a burning passion. Idril: Tuor, why didn't you ever kiss me like that? Tuor: This really is not the time. And besides, I did. Quite a lot. Remember, just after- Turin: Shut. Up. I'm sick enough already. Legolas used his legs to open my legs a little wider and hesitantly find his way into me. My hands got intertwined into his golden locks Tuor: I swear he had- Faramir: Don't start! and his arms kept around my back. He rolled onto his side and then pushed me onto my back, him on top of me. He slowly moved in and out of me in a constant motion. Dinendir: *singing* My wheels in constant motion... I broke our lips and licked down his neck. I went back up again, biting as I went. My hands slowly went down to his ripped chest. He snickered and I moaned in pleasure. He stopped for a brief moment to see if he was hurting me. Turin: Well, to be blunt, I hope he is. I smiled and shook my head. As soon as I did, he went right back, a bit harder and faster. He continued to speed up until releasing his seed Dinendir: Of all the euphemisms, I think I hate that one the most. Reminds me of bloody plants... right into me. He lowed himself back onto me, using his forearms as support. “That was wonderful,” I whispered, against his lips, both of us panting lightly. He smiled, kissed me more gently then what was going on before, and muttered, “I am glad. Let’s sleep. Love you.” He rolled onto his back and tapped his chest, telling me to come lay on him. I grinned and crawled over to him on my forearms. I laid my head on his chest, laying my arms there too and kissed the bare skin there. “Love you too,” I murmured, before drifting asleep. That morning was dread for both of us. It wasn’t a good first impression, even more so for a prince. Faramir: Hey, if it keeps you out of the way, I don't think they're going to care. But we did get back before most of the others were awake, sparing us the dread question of what we did last night. Turin: Meh. They probably heard you. It took a couple of weeks for my leg to heal, but Legolas and Silver were both very helpful until then. Idril: What does that mean? Tuor: No idea. But I don't care either, because... All: FREEDOMMMMMMMMMMMMM! Everyone jumped out of their seats and raced for the open door. But suddenly a figure appeared in the doorway, and the prisoners skidded to a halt. 'Well', said Morthrang. 'You have entertained me well enough, so I suppose I had better let you all go. The expressions of elation that had just appeared on the prisoners' faces were wiped off by his next comment. 'However...I may be seeing some of you again...soon'. He smiled, and began to laugh. His terrible countenance was the last thing the prisoners saw as they faded back into their own worlds. *** Yay, it's finished! Sorry I took so long, but...Yeah I don't really have an excuse... Big thanks to AD for betaing. |
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