How Does It Feel
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
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3,289
Reviews:
7
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Chapter 12
Title: How Does It Feel (12/?)
Author: palephoenix (palephoenix_6@yahoo.ca)
Genre: LOTR FP-het
Pairing: Legolas/OFC
Rating: PG for now...
Warning: Mary Sue... I'm in a Mary Sue mood... I can't fathom why anyone who doesn't like Mary Sues would read a fic clearly labelled as such... But apparently some have... *rolls her eyes* When you review telling me my story sucks because it's a Mary Sue all you end up doing is giving me my good laugh of the day.
Archive: My site if I ever get it done... aff.net
Disclaimer: Not for profit, purely for entertainment purposes. The characters belong to Tolkien and the actors belong to themselves. I'm just borrowing them. I don't know the actors; if I did I wouldn't be writing this... I'd be keeping Orlando in my bed for the next five years.
Feedback: pretty please with Orlando on top???
Notes: Eilish is pronounced 'eye-lish'... As far as I know it is the Irish version of Elizabeth... As in previous chapters, words in italics are in elvish, with the translation at the end of the paragraph. This chapter is written with canon events, not movie events. Any dialogue marked with an asterisk (*) is taken directly, word for word, from the book.
Summary: Labour and delivery nurse Eilisll ill is in a car accident and finds herself thrown into Middle Earth.
Chapter 12
Eilish looked up at the craggy peaks of Caradhras skeptically. The mountain's face was steep and rocky, reminding her of the Rocky Mountains on the B.C.-Alberta bordernowinowing she would need it before long, Eilish pulled out her ventolin and took a couple puffs. She took a deep breath, locked her jaw in determination and started up the slope, Legolas at her side.
The Fellowship made good time up the first part of the slope, but were soon slowed when it rapidly became steeper. As they determinedly picked their way up the mountainside, thick, downy flakes of snow began to fall, collecting in their hair and on their clothing. Cold blasts of wind blew down the slope and hit the group hard. Eilish shivered and put up the hood of her baby blue hoodie. The strange feeling of the previous day crept up her spine again, making her increasingly apprehee.
e.
Higher up the mountain the weather deteriorated further. The was was falling thickly and the wind was harsh. Gandalf handed around a flask containing miruvor of which everyone had a mouthful. The Imladrian spirits warmed them for a while.
As the snow continued to fall and the temperature to drop, it was decided to use their precious supply of wood and make a fire. However, that proved much more easily said than done. Not even Gimli could get the fire kindled. Eilish even pulled out her lighter and attempted to get the wood lit. Finally, knowing his actions would announce his presence to anyone watching, Gandalf took up a length of wood and, with his staff, lit it in a burst of blue and green flame.
Wearilhe Fhe Fellowship gathered around the small fire. Eilish huddled close to Legolas, the fire's heat not seeming to penetrate her chilled limbs. Legolas took off his cloak and carefully draped it around her shoulders.
"Here, Caran," He tucked the fabric around her snugly, "Elves do not feel the cold as humans do." He maneuvered her in front of himself and wrapped his arms around her, sharing his body heat.
"Thanks, 'Lass," Eilish said softly, allowing herself to rest against his body. She was miserable, but knew she’d be feeling much worse if not for Legolas. It was growing increasingly difficult to push aside her feelings for him.
As morning approached the firewood ran out. The dejected group agreed they would have to turn back and take another r. B. But that in itself posed a problem. The night's snow had filled and blocked the path they'd made in their ascent, the snow lying in drifts several feet deep.
Aragorn and Boromir began to break a path back down the mountain, while Legolas, with the skill of the elves, ran over the tops of the snow drifts to see how fhe dhe deep snow ran. After about an hour, which seemed much longer to those left behind, Legolas and the two men returned. As Gandalf had expected, Legolas reported not not far down the pass the snow was not near as deep, eventually dwindling to merely a few inches.
With the path broken, the Fellowship started back down the mountain, with Aragorn and Boromir making two trips to carry the hobbits. Eilish followed the men, Legolas walking alongside on top of the drifts. Gandalf came next, leading Bill the pony, with Gimli perched on his back among the baggage.
"It is so not fair that you can do that, 'Lass," Eilish said grumpily as she fought through the snow still remaining in her path
Finally she reached the end of the deep drifts and Legolas jumped down to join her. He helped her brush the snow from her clothes before it could melt.
"Oh, gods, I am so tired," Eilish said, her words slightly muffled by the hand over her mouth, stifling a yawn.
"Come, Caran," Legolas was still wide awake; being an elf he didn't need as much rest as everyone else. He motioned her to climb onto his back. She did so and he lifted her easily, piggy backing her down the slope for a while so she could get a little rest.
The bedraggled Fellowship continued their trek down the mountain. After a couple hours Eilish asked Legolas to let her down and she walked with him the rest of the way. When they reached the bottom they were dismayed to find the crebain circling again, but they had no choice but to continue; they would not spend another night on Caradhras.
Back down in the valley, the exhausted group made camp on a small rise surrounded by a ring of stones. All were somewhat heartened by some food and another mouthful of miruvor. Once everyone had eaten Gandalf called a mini council to discuss their options.
Eilish sat next to Legolas, wearily resting her head against his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her. She half listened to the conversation as the others debated whether or not to take to road through Moria. The hobbits were understandably frightened by Aragorn and Boromir's words. The two men were very wary of going into the old dwarven city.
Suddenly Eilish sat straight up, blue eyes wide. "What the hell is that?!" She demanded, alarmed.
Aragorn jumped to his feet. "Wargs!"
With the looming threat of a warg attack the decision was made to take the closest route, the Mines of Moria, at first light. The night that followed was long and nerve rng. ng. A few wargs had crept almost to the camp, their huge bodies just visible in the firelight.
Gandalf walked out to the ring of stones surrounding the camp, almost daring the wargs to attack. One suddenly sprang from the darkness, only to fall heavily to the ground, Legolas' arrow embedded in its throat. The rest of the wargs dissolved into the night.
Hours later Eilish and the hobbits were startled out of a sound sleep by warg howls from every direction. Legolas was firing off arrows at an incredible rate. Aragorn and Boromir were wielding swords with deadly accuracy, Gimli doing the same with his axe. Eilish and the hobbits huddled together, back to back, each with knife or sword in hand.
Gandalf plucked a burning branch from the fire and walking into the pack of wargs, who scattered in front of him. He tossed the flaming branch into the air crying: "Naur an edraith ammen! Naur dan i ngaurhoth!”*
The tree above him burst into flames, which quickly travelled from tree to tree. The wargs fled before the flames.
In the grey dawn the only sign of the small battle were the charred remains of the trees and Legolas’ arrows scattered about. Eilish shuddered, knowing the wargs had not been ordinary wargs. She could see the knowledge in the faces of the others.
“We must be quick and reach the doors of Moria by sunset, or I fear we shall not reach them at all,” Gandalf said grimly.
Author: palephoenix (palephoenix_6@yahoo.ca)
Genre: LOTR FP-het
Pairing: Legolas/OFC
Rating: PG for now...
Warning: Mary Sue... I'm in a Mary Sue mood... I can't fathom why anyone who doesn't like Mary Sues would read a fic clearly labelled as such... But apparently some have... *rolls her eyes* When you review telling me my story sucks because it's a Mary Sue all you end up doing is giving me my good laugh of the day.
Archive: My site if I ever get it done... aff.net
Disclaimer: Not for profit, purely for entertainment purposes. The characters belong to Tolkien and the actors belong to themselves. I'm just borrowing them. I don't know the actors; if I did I wouldn't be writing this... I'd be keeping Orlando in my bed for the next five years.
Feedback: pretty please with Orlando on top???
Notes: Eilish is pronounced 'eye-lish'... As far as I know it is the Irish version of Elizabeth... As in previous chapters, words in italics are in elvish, with the translation at the end of the paragraph. This chapter is written with canon events, not movie events. Any dialogue marked with an asterisk (*) is taken directly, word for word, from the book.
Summary: Labour and delivery nurse Eilisll ill is in a car accident and finds herself thrown into Middle Earth.
Chapter 12
Eilish looked up at the craggy peaks of Caradhras skeptically. The mountain's face was steep and rocky, reminding her of the Rocky Mountains on the B.C.-Alberta bordernowinowing she would need it before long, Eilish pulled out her ventolin and took a couple puffs. She took a deep breath, locked her jaw in determination and started up the slope, Legolas at her side.
The Fellowship made good time up the first part of the slope, but were soon slowed when it rapidly became steeper. As they determinedly picked their way up the mountainside, thick, downy flakes of snow began to fall, collecting in their hair and on their clothing. Cold blasts of wind blew down the slope and hit the group hard. Eilish shivered and put up the hood of her baby blue hoodie. The strange feeling of the previous day crept up her spine again, making her increasingly apprehee.
e.
Higher up the mountain the weather deteriorated further. The was was falling thickly and the wind was harsh. Gandalf handed around a flask containing miruvor of which everyone had a mouthful. The Imladrian spirits warmed them for a while.
As the snow continued to fall and the temperature to drop, it was decided to use their precious supply of wood and make a fire. However, that proved much more easily said than done. Not even Gimli could get the fire kindled. Eilish even pulled out her lighter and attempted to get the wood lit. Finally, knowing his actions would announce his presence to anyone watching, Gandalf took up a length of wood and, with his staff, lit it in a burst of blue and green flame.
Wearilhe Fhe Fellowship gathered around the small fire. Eilish huddled close to Legolas, the fire's heat not seeming to penetrate her chilled limbs. Legolas took off his cloak and carefully draped it around her shoulders.
"Here, Caran," He tucked the fabric around her snugly, "Elves do not feel the cold as humans do." He maneuvered her in front of himself and wrapped his arms around her, sharing his body heat.
"Thanks, 'Lass," Eilish said softly, allowing herself to rest against his body. She was miserable, but knew she’d be feeling much worse if not for Legolas. It was growing increasingly difficult to push aside her feelings for him.
As morning approached the firewood ran out. The dejected group agreed they would have to turn back and take another r. B. But that in itself posed a problem. The night's snow had filled and blocked the path they'd made in their ascent, the snow lying in drifts several feet deep.
Aragorn and Boromir began to break a path back down the mountain, while Legolas, with the skill of the elves, ran over the tops of the snow drifts to see how fhe dhe deep snow ran. After about an hour, which seemed much longer to those left behind, Legolas and the two men returned. As Gandalf had expected, Legolas reported not not far down the pass the snow was not near as deep, eventually dwindling to merely a few inches.
With the path broken, the Fellowship started back down the mountain, with Aragorn and Boromir making two trips to carry the hobbits. Eilish followed the men, Legolas walking alongside on top of the drifts. Gandalf came next, leading Bill the pony, with Gimli perched on his back among the baggage.
"It is so not fair that you can do that, 'Lass," Eilish said grumpily as she fought through the snow still remaining in her path
Finally she reached the end of the deep drifts and Legolas jumped down to join her. He helped her brush the snow from her clothes before it could melt.
"Oh, gods, I am so tired," Eilish said, her words slightly muffled by the hand over her mouth, stifling a yawn.
"Come, Caran," Legolas was still wide awake; being an elf he didn't need as much rest as everyone else. He motioned her to climb onto his back. She did so and he lifted her easily, piggy backing her down the slope for a while so she could get a little rest.
The bedraggled Fellowship continued their trek down the mountain. After a couple hours Eilish asked Legolas to let her down and she walked with him the rest of the way. When they reached the bottom they were dismayed to find the crebain circling again, but they had no choice but to continue; they would not spend another night on Caradhras.
Back down in the valley, the exhausted group made camp on a small rise surrounded by a ring of stones. All were somewhat heartened by some food and another mouthful of miruvor. Once everyone had eaten Gandalf called a mini council to discuss their options.
Eilish sat next to Legolas, wearily resting her head against his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her. She half listened to the conversation as the others debated whether or not to take to road through Moria. The hobbits were understandably frightened by Aragorn and Boromir's words. The two men were very wary of going into the old dwarven city.
Suddenly Eilish sat straight up, blue eyes wide. "What the hell is that?!" She demanded, alarmed.
Aragorn jumped to his feet. "Wargs!"
With the looming threat of a warg attack the decision was made to take the closest route, the Mines of Moria, at first light. The night that followed was long and nerve rng. ng. A few wargs had crept almost to the camp, their huge bodies just visible in the firelight.
Gandalf walked out to the ring of stones surrounding the camp, almost daring the wargs to attack. One suddenly sprang from the darkness, only to fall heavily to the ground, Legolas' arrow embedded in its throat. The rest of the wargs dissolved into the night.
Hours later Eilish and the hobbits were startled out of a sound sleep by warg howls from every direction. Legolas was firing off arrows at an incredible rate. Aragorn and Boromir were wielding swords with deadly accuracy, Gimli doing the same with his axe. Eilish and the hobbits huddled together, back to back, each with knife or sword in hand.
Gandalf plucked a burning branch from the fire and walking into the pack of wargs, who scattered in front of him. He tossed the flaming branch into the air crying: "Naur an edraith ammen! Naur dan i ngaurhoth!”*
The tree above him burst into flames, which quickly travelled from tree to tree. The wargs fled before the flames.
In the grey dawn the only sign of the small battle were the charred remains of the trees and Legolas’ arrows scattered about. Eilish shuddered, knowing the wargs had not been ordinary wargs. She could see the knowledge in the faces of the others.
“We must be quick and reach the doors of Moria by sunset, or I fear we shall not reach them at all,” Gandalf said grimly.