In case you haven't noticed, I like using the whole kid-is-best-soldier-in-world theme. Don't ask why.
Anyway, this idea came to my head after watching Black Hawk Down. So there might be some connections. That movie made me cry four times. FOUR. Not one, but FOUR. I suggest you watch it if you haven't. Okay, 'nough rambling.
A reminder to anyone who might not know (if you don't then no offense, but you must be stupid) I own NOTHING.
Warning- language
Prologue- First Impressions
It was over. At least for the most part. The One Ring had been destroyed, yet a few lingering bands of orcs and such remained.
Some say that because of these black creatures in the wilds of Mirkwood, the greatest story ever began. Others say it was coincidence or fate that a portal between two worlds opened and that a single team of American soldiers stumbled into the forest in the night.
No matter why or how it started the events were still the same.
The King of the Mirkwood elves, Thranduil, was happier than he had been in a while. His son had returned, alive. Ever since he got word that Legolas had joined the Fellowship his soul had been troubled with his son's safety. He feared the worst, but hoped for the best. Now, his son was here, beside him, recounting tales of his travels. The moon and stars outside the caverns shone brightly. Yes.... All was well. At least it seemed that way.
The young, by elven standards, prince's account of his time in Lothlorien was interrupted by a female's screaming. Father and son stood abruptly as the throne room doors were pushed open.
Staggering in first were five wounded guards, each holding an unconscious elf. Cuts and bruises marred their perfect skin. Anger flared into the royals' eyes, but before either could demand what had happened the screaming started up again, bringing their attention to the mortal woman who was being held by four more elven guards, each with their own fair share of injuries and holding either an arm or leg.
Legolas stared shocked at the woman before him. He failed to see how so small a creature could cause so much damage. She was dressed in the oddest of clothes, to him at least. Leggings and coat of greens, browns, and blacks. Obviously worn to sneak about the woods. Why?
Meanwhile, during his silent observing, the woman still fought against the four guards with all her strength. She had to get back out there and she'd be damned if a bunch of pointy-eared freaks were going to stop her.
She had no idea where she was. One minute she and her team were doing a training mission when they were engulfed in a blinding hot white light. They found themselves in the middle of an unknown forest. When suddenly they were attacked by black, disgusting creatures. She was separated from her men and caught off guard while looking for them.
She had no clue who or what they were, but knew they weren't men. At least not normal ones. They were far too beautiful for one. Plus exceptionally fast and strong. She never had such a hard time in a fight before, and had only managed to knock five of the fourteen out. She didn't know what to think or believe. All she knew were that they were keeping her from her men.
"Lemme go, you sons of bitches!!" she screeched. "I am NOT going to leave my men out there with those fucking THINGS! I swear to GOD if you don't let me go I'll have all you're fucking heads! My men are fucking out there! Let me GO!"
Something about the desperation in her voice drilled it's way into Legolas' heart and he found himself motioning for the guards to release her. The one holding her kicking right leg shook his blonde head.
"My Lord, surely you can't mean that. This woman is dangerous."
Any more words were quickly silenced by the sharp glance that was thrown in his direction. Ever so cautiously the elves did as commanded.
As soon as she was released she spun around preparing to run back out the doors, only to find them shut and guarded by a dozen more elves. She pulled the band out of her auburn hair and dropped into a fighting stance, sending murderous glares all around her.
"Get the hell out of my way," her voice was deathly calm and it shook the very bones of all present. "You will not stand between me and my men."
Still the elves did not move. Suddenly she straightened herself and turned around to face the two thrones. A determination flashed in her eyes that surprised the Elven King as she gazed long and hard into his gray eyes. Eyes that held a wisdom she couldn't help but wonder at. She might've actually liked him, if not for the fact his guards were forcing her to stay.
"If you don't let me out, I won't hesitate in killing every last one of you."
The way she said it... No one dared to argue against her, somehow knowing that she may just be capable of carrying out the threat, or at least die trying to.
Legolas descended the steps, hands out in front of him in a gesture of peace. As he approached he couldn't help but marvel at her eyes. Green, brown, and gold, flashing in pain and barely controlled anger. Her clothing was rumpled and ripped, revealing traces of bleeding cuts. Though all in all she looked better than many of his fellow elves.
"Please, Lady. We cannot help if you do not calm down and explain what has happened."
The woman threw her head back and laughed bitterly.
"Help?!"
She pointed angrily at the injured elves.
"*They've* helped enough. They took me from my men. MY MEN!"
She continued to stare into his eyes, her own blazing hazardously . Her face set in a snarl. Her voice once again dangerously low.
"For each one of my men dead, one of you bastards will die as well."
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Ha Ha!!
Am I evil or what?
Anyway, I need some suggestions for names for the woman. I'm fresh out. Something exotic and rare would be good.
Remember to REVIEW and be KIND about it.
Anyway, this idea came to my head after watching Black Hawk Down. So there might be some connections. That movie made me cry four times. FOUR. Not one, but FOUR. I suggest you watch it if you haven't. Okay, 'nough rambling.
A reminder to anyone who might not know (if you don't then no offense, but you must be stupid) I own NOTHING.
Warning- language
Prologue- First Impressions
It was over. At least for the most part. The One Ring had been destroyed, yet a few lingering bands of orcs and such remained.
Some say that because of these black creatures in the wilds of Mirkwood, the greatest story ever began. Others say it was coincidence or fate that a portal between two worlds opened and that a single team of American soldiers stumbled into the forest in the night.
No matter why or how it started the events were still the same.
The King of the Mirkwood elves, Thranduil, was happier than he had been in a while. His son had returned, alive. Ever since he got word that Legolas had joined the Fellowship his soul had been troubled with his son's safety. He feared the worst, but hoped for the best. Now, his son was here, beside him, recounting tales of his travels. The moon and stars outside the caverns shone brightly. Yes.... All was well. At least it seemed that way.
The young, by elven standards, prince's account of his time in Lothlorien was interrupted by a female's screaming. Father and son stood abruptly as the throne room doors were pushed open.
Staggering in first were five wounded guards, each holding an unconscious elf. Cuts and bruises marred their perfect skin. Anger flared into the royals' eyes, but before either could demand what had happened the screaming started up again, bringing their attention to the mortal woman who was being held by four more elven guards, each with their own fair share of injuries and holding either an arm or leg.
Legolas stared shocked at the woman before him. He failed to see how so small a creature could cause so much damage. She was dressed in the oddest of clothes, to him at least. Leggings and coat of greens, browns, and blacks. Obviously worn to sneak about the woods. Why?
Meanwhile, during his silent observing, the woman still fought against the four guards with all her strength. She had to get back out there and she'd be damned if a bunch of pointy-eared freaks were going to stop her.
She had no idea where she was. One minute she and her team were doing a training mission when they were engulfed in a blinding hot white light. They found themselves in the middle of an unknown forest. When suddenly they were attacked by black, disgusting creatures. She was separated from her men and caught off guard while looking for them.
She had no clue who or what they were, but knew they weren't men. At least not normal ones. They were far too beautiful for one. Plus exceptionally fast and strong. She never had such a hard time in a fight before, and had only managed to knock five of the fourteen out. She didn't know what to think or believe. All she knew were that they were keeping her from her men.
"Lemme go, you sons of bitches!!" she screeched. "I am NOT going to leave my men out there with those fucking THINGS! I swear to GOD if you don't let me go I'll have all you're fucking heads! My men are fucking out there! Let me GO!"
Something about the desperation in her voice drilled it's way into Legolas' heart and he found himself motioning for the guards to release her. The one holding her kicking right leg shook his blonde head.
"My Lord, surely you can't mean that. This woman is dangerous."
Any more words were quickly silenced by the sharp glance that was thrown in his direction. Ever so cautiously the elves did as commanded.
As soon as she was released she spun around preparing to run back out the doors, only to find them shut and guarded by a dozen more elves. She pulled the band out of her auburn hair and dropped into a fighting stance, sending murderous glares all around her.
"Get the hell out of my way," her voice was deathly calm and it shook the very bones of all present. "You will not stand between me and my men."
Still the elves did not move. Suddenly she straightened herself and turned around to face the two thrones. A determination flashed in her eyes that surprised the Elven King as she gazed long and hard into his gray eyes. Eyes that held a wisdom she couldn't help but wonder at. She might've actually liked him, if not for the fact his guards were forcing her to stay.
"If you don't let me out, I won't hesitate in killing every last one of you."
The way she said it... No one dared to argue against her, somehow knowing that she may just be capable of carrying out the threat, or at least die trying to.
Legolas descended the steps, hands out in front of him in a gesture of peace. As he approached he couldn't help but marvel at her eyes. Green, brown, and gold, flashing in pain and barely controlled anger. Her clothing was rumpled and ripped, revealing traces of bleeding cuts. Though all in all she looked better than many of his fellow elves.
"Please, Lady. We cannot help if you do not calm down and explain what has happened."
The woman threw her head back and laughed bitterly.
"Help?!"
She pointed angrily at the injured elves.
"*They've* helped enough. They took me from my men. MY MEN!"
She continued to stare into his eyes, her own blazing hazardously . Her face set in a snarl. Her voice once again dangerously low.
"For each one of my men dead, one of you bastards will die as well."
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Ha Ha!!
Am I evil or what?
Anyway, I need some suggestions for names for the woman. I'm fresh out. Something exotic and rare would be good.
Remember to REVIEW and be KIND about it.