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Lord of the Rings Movies › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
3,957
Reviews:
52
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Leaf of Change
Disclaimer: This is my very first fan fiction. I’m a big fan of the movie(s) and haven’t had a chance to read the books…yet. Constructive criticism, suggestions and feedback are welcome. Flames will be cheerfully ignored. All recognizable characters belong to their respective, copyrighted Owners. Jordan Waters is mine. I have no money; please, don’t sue.
My Only Love
--Sailor Moon
The English animated TV Series
Jennifer Cihi as Serena/Serenity
Deep in my soul,
The love's so strong,
It takes control,
Now we both know,
The secret's bared,
The feeling shows.
Driven far apart,
I'll make a wish,
On a shooting star.
There will come a day,
Somewhere far away,
In your arms I'll stay,
My only love.
Even though you're gone,
Love will still live on,
The feeling is so strong,
My only love,
My only love.
There will come a day,
Somewhere far away,
In your arms I'll stay,
My only love.
You've reached the deepest part,
Of the secret in my heart,
I've known it from the start,
My only love,
My only love.
Leaf of Change
Jordan’s time with Duncan was pleasant. The Immortals reminisced about the past, caught up with the news each one had to tell, and through it all - trained. Though her mind had forgotten what a taskmaster Duncan MacLeod is, Jordan’s sore body would definitely remind her. This particular morning was spent doing relaxing katas, and the afternoon was filled with intense cardio kickboxing and flexibility training. Afterwards, the younger Immortal was hardly able to walk upright; however, even she had to admit the temporary physical aches and pains were a good sign, because it reminded Jordan that the fighting skills she possessed, though long unused, were indeed still present.
Before Jordan knew it, a week had passed, and Gregory McGulloch was expected that evening for dinner. After accompanying Duncan to the grocery store, Jordan chopped vegetables as the Highlander prepared the marinade for their meal. Separating the crushed garlic into a neat pile, Duncan noticed Jordan blinking rapidly as she scraped the sliced onions into a bowl.
“I told you to bite a wooden spoon, Jordie. It would’ve saved you from crying.” The Highlander remarked.
“I know, Duncan. I should’ve listened.” She sniffled, as tears streamed down her face. The younger Immortal washed and dried her hands before she perched on a kitchen stool. Dabbing at her eyes with a paper napkin, Jordan leaned her elbows on the kitchen counter, watching her Mentor cook as she nibbled a raw mushroom.
“Can I help with anything else, Duncan?” she asked.
“Just sit there and look pretty, Jordan.” He replied with a wink. Jordan laughed.
“Pretty. I can do pretty. How’s this?”
Vamping it up, Jordan struck a sultry pose. She fluttered her eyelashes at the Highlander and blew him a kiss. Playing along, Duncan gave a piercing catcall and leered at her, a rakish grin on his handsome face. Their peals of laughter echoed through the apartment.
Gregory arrived promptly at 6:00pm, and was delighted to see Jordan as she opened the door and welcomed him in. Looking very distinguished in a pair of dark slacks, Gregory’s charcoal and silver sweater set off his snowy hair nicely. He entered the loft and peered at Jordan appreciatively, for her forest green sleeveless sweater and black pants emphasized her trim figure and brought out her exotic beauty and eyes. Drying his hands on a dishtowel, the Highlander came out of the kitchen to welcome his guest. Gregory turned to greet Duncan with a smile and a warm handshake.
After a sumptuous meal comprised of filet mignon with a red wine and portabella mushroom sauce, the little company retired to the living area. Jordan nursed her ginger ale and the men drank dessert wines as they talked about everything under the sun. Gregory had just finished telling a particularly amusing story about a recent antique acquisition that had the Immortals doubled over in laughter, when the phone rang; excusing himself, Duncan went to answer it. With an apologetic look directed towards his guests, the Scot took the call in his office, leaving Gregory and Jordan to get better acquainted.
“So, Jordan, Duncan tells me you’re in the medical field.” Gregory’s sharp gaze rested on the Immortal.
“Yes, I’m a Registered Nurse here in Seacouver Medical, I work in the trauma O.R.” Jordan replied.
“Ah, a Healer.” Gregory said, nodding his head.
“Well, sort of. I help with the healing process, but in an indirect way. And how did you come to be in the antique business?” Jordan asked, ready to change the subject.
It was the Immortal’s personal policy that when she was off the clock, she didn’t want to think about anything or anyone even remotely connected with her job. Once Jordan walked thru the hospital doors, all her work related problems were left behind as well.
“Oh, I’ve always been interested in other cultures and artifacts; time is a fickle creature, for it dims memory, but it also preserves it as well. Antiques are the remnants of a time past, and Celtic items are my passion -- mainly those of Scotland, England and Ireland—so much history, there is; legends and myths have their roots there. Legends always have a grain of truth in them, you know.”
Jordan smiled as the man spoke, feeling at ease in his company. Gregory studied her with an intensity in his eyes caught her off guard.
“Any family? Is there a Mr. Waters? Or a significant other for that matter?”
** Inquiring minds want to know ** Jordan thought. Arching a shapely brow at him, the Immortal smiled before looking away, taking a moment to consider her answer. Her green eyes took on a sad, faraway look before replying.
“No, my parents died a long time ago. As for a ‘Mr. Waters’, I don’t think there’ll ever be one, not at the rate I’m going. It’s hard to date while working the night shift. But that’s okay. Duncan is my family, and I have my work. I’m fine.” Jordan’s gaze turned to the window, looking out into the gathering darkness.
** Who am I trying to convince? Me? ** Jordan thought to herself, missing the relieved smile on Gregory’s face.
“Ah, there is always someone for everyone. Whether it is in this time or another.” Gregory commented, his tone matter of fact.
Something in the older gentleman’s voice caused Jordan to look at him with a questioning glance, wondering what exactly he meant by that odd comment.
** No, he couldn’t possibly know about Us. Or could he . . . ? ** Jordan stared at him, unsure.
Gregory held her gaze with a level one of his own, his expression was deceptively innocent.
** Riddle me this, riddle me that ** she thought.
What started out as a pleasant and enjoyable evening was swiftly taking on an odd twist. Gregory and Jordan stared at each other for what felt like a lifetime when Duncan returned. Sensing something of importance had just transpired, the Highlander looked between them.
“Did I miss something?” Duncan asked
“No, old boy, we were just talking. But, I had better run along. Thank you for a wonderful dinner; it’s getting late for these old bones to be traipsing about. I have several appointments to keep on the morrow, and rest is always a good thing.” Turning to Jordan, he gave a slight, gallant bow.
“Jordan, I’m glad you are here. It saves me the disappointment of not seeing your lovely face when you open this.” Gregory reached into his pant pocket, and with a flourish, presented the woman with a small mahogany box, whose lid had silver runes carved into it.
Surprised, Jordan looked at Duncan, and with a grin of delight, accepted the proffered box; it was beautiful, its size no bigger than a credit card. Opening it carefully, nestled inside on a bed of light brown velvet, lay an exquisitely crafted leaf encircled in a silver thread. Touching it softly, it felt unusually warm beneath her fingertips.
** That’s odd, probably from being inside Gregory’s pants,** Jordan thought to herself.
“It’s beautiful…um, what is it?”
“That, lovely Jordan is a leaf from the fabled woods of Lothlórien.” Gregory said. His pleasant voice held a wistful note. Jordan wondered why the old gent was so affected. Visibly shaking himself, Gregory smiled at Jordan.
“It is yours, Jordan. Please accept this small gift.” The older man said.
“Oh, I can’t possibly accept it – its much too valuable.” The Immortal reluctantly replied as she looked at the jeweled leaf.
If Gregory ran in the same social circle as the Highlander, Jordan knew the older gentleman, as does the Clansman, dealt in nothing but high-end antiques – the kind where if a client had to ask how much, then they could not afford it.
“I knew the moment we met that this was meant for you. It belongs to you.” Gregory said, with an odd ghost of a smile on his lips.
Jordan glanced quickly at her Mentor, seeking his opinion; with a smile and the lightest nod of his head, Duncan gave his blessing. Unbeknownst to the Immortals, Gregory was holding his breath as he watched the silent exchange. With a wide grin, Jordan turned back to the older man.
“Do you accept it, Jordan Waters?” Gregory asked softly, studying her with an unreadable expression in his eyes. For some reason, it felt as if his simple query held more meaning beyond the obvious question.
“Yes!” she answered eagerly, holding his steady gaze. Nodding in satisfaction, Gregory smiled.
“Then may I assist you?” Gregory asked.
“Please do!” she replied; Jordan gathered her hair and held it away from her neck.
Lifting the leaf by its delicate silver chain, Gregory fastened the clasp around her slender neck. The moment it touched her skin, the warmth was unmistakable. Not hot enough to burn, but enough to be noticed. Touching it again, Jordan was surprised to find it cool to the touch.
** Curiouser and curiouser** Jordan thought as she turned to Duncan.
“What do you think, Duncan? Is it me?” she asked.
Unbeknownst to Jordan, the emerald leaf made her eyes glitter in a most becoming way. Duncan looked at the necklace and decided it somehow looked right on her.
“Yes, Jordie, I believe it’s a keeper.” The older Immortal replied.
Smiling at the men, Jordan hurried over to a mirror to inspect her gift; she met Gregory’s eyes in the mirror, and again wondered why he was watching her so closely.
“Thank you, Gregory. It’s beautiful and I love it!” the younger Immortal exclaimed as she clutched the leaf to her bosom. It was her first truly expensive piece of jewelry.
“No, Miss Waters, it is I who should thank you for accepting it. Sometimes we need a link to find that person we’re meant for.” Gregory said; his eyes seemed to bore into hers.
** This is getting weirder.** Jordan thought as the old gentleman turned to his host.
“Well then; my presence is no longer required here. It is time for me to go. Dear Jordan, please come and walk an old man out.”
Almost skipping in her pleasure, Jordan hurried over to Gregory and took his arm. Reaching the door, she looked up at him and placed a kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you, Gregory. ” the Immortal said with all sincerity.
With a kiss on her cheek, Gregory stepped out the door. Jordan closed it softly behinm. m.
“Oh, I forgot to ask him what kind of tree this is from!” she exclaimed as she opened the door again; somehow Jordan wasn’t surprised to find the hallway empty.
The next day, after a rigorous morning of flexibility and strength training, and later, a full contact sparring session with the Highlander – which she of course lost, Jordan had an acute sweet tooth attack. Taking a quick moment to unplait her hair from its usual braid, Jordan ran her fingers thru her damp raven tresses and shook it out.
Stopping by a convenience store near Duncan’s loft, Jordan hurriedly buttoned her overcoat before going in, wanting to avoid questions as to why she was armed to the teeth. After selecting and paying for her candies, the Immortal stuffed them into her overcoat pockets as she walked outside, slowly savoring her Reese’s peanut butter cup.
Turning her face up to the sun, Jordan was enjoying the warmth of its rays when a sudden gust of wind blew her hair into her eyes.
**Jordan Waters...** a soft voice whispered.
Puzzled, the Immortal tucked her hair behind her ears and looked around to see who called her. The streets were eerily empty; not a bird or other sound could be heard—the place felt as if it was holding it’s breath. An ominous feeling came over Jordan as she noticed that her neck felt hot; touching the Lothlórien leaf, Jordan found it was the source of the pulsating heat. Suddenly, a bright light that came out of nowhere dazzled her, along with a feeling of intense nausea. Jordan took slow, deep breaths to steady herself when her chocolate threatened to come back up; then she was falling, falling, falling…putting her hands out, with a small cry, Jordan desperately struggled against the darkness that engulfed her.
My Only Love
--Sailor Moon
The English animated TV Series
Jennifer Cihi as Serena/Serenity
Deep in my soul,
The love's so strong,
It takes control,
Now we both know,
The secret's bared,
The feeling shows.
Driven far apart,
I'll make a wish,
On a shooting star.
There will come a day,
Somewhere far away,
In your arms I'll stay,
My only love.
Even though you're gone,
Love will still live on,
The feeling is so strong,
My only love,
My only love.
There will come a day,
Somewhere far away,
In your arms I'll stay,
My only love.
You've reached the deepest part,
Of the secret in my heart,
I've known it from the start,
My only love,
My only love.
Leaf of Change
Jordan’s time with Duncan was pleasant. The Immortals reminisced about the past, caught up with the news each one had to tell, and through it all - trained. Though her mind had forgotten what a taskmaster Duncan MacLeod is, Jordan’s sore body would definitely remind her. This particular morning was spent doing relaxing katas, and the afternoon was filled with intense cardio kickboxing and flexibility training. Afterwards, the younger Immortal was hardly able to walk upright; however, even she had to admit the temporary physical aches and pains were a good sign, because it reminded Jordan that the fighting skills she possessed, though long unused, were indeed still present.
Before Jordan knew it, a week had passed, and Gregory McGulloch was expected that evening for dinner. After accompanying Duncan to the grocery store, Jordan chopped vegetables as the Highlander prepared the marinade for their meal. Separating the crushed garlic into a neat pile, Duncan noticed Jordan blinking rapidly as she scraped the sliced onions into a bowl.
“I told you to bite a wooden spoon, Jordie. It would’ve saved you from crying.” The Highlander remarked.
“I know, Duncan. I should’ve listened.” She sniffled, as tears streamed down her face. The younger Immortal washed and dried her hands before she perched on a kitchen stool. Dabbing at her eyes with a paper napkin, Jordan leaned her elbows on the kitchen counter, watching her Mentor cook as she nibbled a raw mushroom.
“Can I help with anything else, Duncan?” she asked.
“Just sit there and look pretty, Jordan.” He replied with a wink. Jordan laughed.
“Pretty. I can do pretty. How’s this?”
Vamping it up, Jordan struck a sultry pose. She fluttered her eyelashes at the Highlander and blew him a kiss. Playing along, Duncan gave a piercing catcall and leered at her, a rakish grin on his handsome face. Their peals of laughter echoed through the apartment.
Gregory arrived promptly at 6:00pm, and was delighted to see Jordan as she opened the door and welcomed him in. Looking very distinguished in a pair of dark slacks, Gregory’s charcoal and silver sweater set off his snowy hair nicely. He entered the loft and peered at Jordan appreciatively, for her forest green sleeveless sweater and black pants emphasized her trim figure and brought out her exotic beauty and eyes. Drying his hands on a dishtowel, the Highlander came out of the kitchen to welcome his guest. Gregory turned to greet Duncan with a smile and a warm handshake.
After a sumptuous meal comprised of filet mignon with a red wine and portabella mushroom sauce, the little company retired to the living area. Jordan nursed her ginger ale and the men drank dessert wines as they talked about everything under the sun. Gregory had just finished telling a particularly amusing story about a recent antique acquisition that had the Immortals doubled over in laughter, when the phone rang; excusing himself, Duncan went to answer it. With an apologetic look directed towards his guests, the Scot took the call in his office, leaving Gregory and Jordan to get better acquainted.
“So, Jordan, Duncan tells me you’re in the medical field.” Gregory’s sharp gaze rested on the Immortal.
“Yes, I’m a Registered Nurse here in Seacouver Medical, I work in the trauma O.R.” Jordan replied.
“Ah, a Healer.” Gregory said, nodding his head.
“Well, sort of. I help with the healing process, but in an indirect way. And how did you come to be in the antique business?” Jordan asked, ready to change the subject.
It was the Immortal’s personal policy that when she was off the clock, she didn’t want to think about anything or anyone even remotely connected with her job. Once Jordan walked thru the hospital doors, all her work related problems were left behind as well.
“Oh, I’ve always been interested in other cultures and artifacts; time is a fickle creature, for it dims memory, but it also preserves it as well. Antiques are the remnants of a time past, and Celtic items are my passion -- mainly those of Scotland, England and Ireland—so much history, there is; legends and myths have their roots there. Legends always have a grain of truth in them, you know.”
Jordan smiled as the man spoke, feeling at ease in his company. Gregory studied her with an intensity in his eyes caught her off guard.
“Any family? Is there a Mr. Waters? Or a significant other for that matter?”
** Inquiring minds want to know ** Jordan thought. Arching a shapely brow at him, the Immortal smiled before looking away, taking a moment to consider her answer. Her green eyes took on a sad, faraway look before replying.
“No, my parents died a long time ago. As for a ‘Mr. Waters’, I don’t think there’ll ever be one, not at the rate I’m going. It’s hard to date while working the night shift. But that’s okay. Duncan is my family, and I have my work. I’m fine.” Jordan’s gaze turned to the window, looking out into the gathering darkness.
** Who am I trying to convince? Me? ** Jordan thought to herself, missing the relieved smile on Gregory’s face.
“Ah, there is always someone for everyone. Whether it is in this time or another.” Gregory commented, his tone matter of fact.
Something in the older gentleman’s voice caused Jordan to look at him with a questioning glance, wondering what exactly he meant by that odd comment.
** No, he couldn’t possibly know about Us. Or could he . . . ? ** Jordan stared at him, unsure.
Gregory held her gaze with a level one of his own, his expression was deceptively innocent.
** Riddle me this, riddle me that ** she thought.
What started out as a pleasant and enjoyable evening was swiftly taking on an odd twist. Gregory and Jordan stared at each other for what felt like a lifetime when Duncan returned. Sensing something of importance had just transpired, the Highlander looked between them.
“Did I miss something?” Duncan asked
“No, old boy, we were just talking. But, I had better run along. Thank you for a wonderful dinner; it’s getting late for these old bones to be traipsing about. I have several appointments to keep on the morrow, and rest is always a good thing.” Turning to Jordan, he gave a slight, gallant bow.
“Jordan, I’m glad you are here. It saves me the disappointment of not seeing your lovely face when you open this.” Gregory reached into his pant pocket, and with a flourish, presented the woman with a small mahogany box, whose lid had silver runes carved into it.
Surprised, Jordan looked at Duncan, and with a grin of delight, accepted the proffered box; it was beautiful, its size no bigger than a credit card. Opening it carefully, nestled inside on a bed of light brown velvet, lay an exquisitely crafted leaf encircled in a silver thread. Touching it softly, it felt unusually warm beneath her fingertips.
** That’s odd, probably from being inside Gregory’s pants,** Jordan thought to herself.
“It’s beautiful…um, what is it?”
“That, lovely Jordan is a leaf from the fabled woods of Lothlórien.” Gregory said. His pleasant voice held a wistful note. Jordan wondered why the old gent was so affected. Visibly shaking himself, Gregory smiled at Jordan.
“It is yours, Jordan. Please accept this small gift.” The older man said.
“Oh, I can’t possibly accept it – its much too valuable.” The Immortal reluctantly replied as she looked at the jeweled leaf.
If Gregory ran in the same social circle as the Highlander, Jordan knew the older gentleman, as does the Clansman, dealt in nothing but high-end antiques – the kind where if a client had to ask how much, then they could not afford it.
“I knew the moment we met that this was meant for you. It belongs to you.” Gregory said, with an odd ghost of a smile on his lips.
Jordan glanced quickly at her Mentor, seeking his opinion; with a smile and the lightest nod of his head, Duncan gave his blessing. Unbeknownst to the Immortals, Gregory was holding his breath as he watched the silent exchange. With a wide grin, Jordan turned back to the older man.
“Do you accept it, Jordan Waters?” Gregory asked softly, studying her with an unreadable expression in his eyes. For some reason, it felt as if his simple query held more meaning beyond the obvious question.
“Yes!” she answered eagerly, holding his steady gaze. Nodding in satisfaction, Gregory smiled.
“Then may I assist you?” Gregory asked.
“Please do!” she replied; Jordan gathered her hair and held it away from her neck.
Lifting the leaf by its delicate silver chain, Gregory fastened the clasp around her slender neck. The moment it touched her skin, the warmth was unmistakable. Not hot enough to burn, but enough to be noticed. Touching it again, Jordan was surprised to find it cool to the touch.
** Curiouser and curiouser** Jordan thought as she turned to Duncan.
“What do you think, Duncan? Is it me?” she asked.
Unbeknownst to Jordan, the emerald leaf made her eyes glitter in a most becoming way. Duncan looked at the necklace and decided it somehow looked right on her.
“Yes, Jordie, I believe it’s a keeper.” The older Immortal replied.
Smiling at the men, Jordan hurried over to a mirror to inspect her gift; she met Gregory’s eyes in the mirror, and again wondered why he was watching her so closely.
“Thank you, Gregory. It’s beautiful and I love it!” the younger Immortal exclaimed as she clutched the leaf to her bosom. It was her first truly expensive piece of jewelry.
“No, Miss Waters, it is I who should thank you for accepting it. Sometimes we need a link to find that person we’re meant for.” Gregory said; his eyes seemed to bore into hers.
** This is getting weirder.** Jordan thought as the old gentleman turned to his host.
“Well then; my presence is no longer required here. It is time for me to go. Dear Jordan, please come and walk an old man out.”
Almost skipping in her pleasure, Jordan hurried over to Gregory and took his arm. Reaching the door, she looked up at him and placed a kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you, Gregory. ” the Immortal said with all sincerity.
With a kiss on her cheek, Gregory stepped out the door. Jordan closed it softly behinm. m.
“Oh, I forgot to ask him what kind of tree this is from!” she exclaimed as she opened the door again; somehow Jordan wasn’t surprised to find the hallway empty.
The next day, after a rigorous morning of flexibility and strength training, and later, a full contact sparring session with the Highlander – which she of course lost, Jordan had an acute sweet tooth attack. Taking a quick moment to unplait her hair from its usual braid, Jordan ran her fingers thru her damp raven tresses and shook it out.
Stopping by a convenience store near Duncan’s loft, Jordan hurriedly buttoned her overcoat before going in, wanting to avoid questions as to why she was armed to the teeth. After selecting and paying for her candies, the Immortal stuffed them into her overcoat pockets as she walked outside, slowly savoring her Reese’s peanut butter cup.
Turning her face up to the sun, Jordan was enjoying the warmth of its rays when a sudden gust of wind blew her hair into her eyes.
**Jordan Waters...** a soft voice whispered.
Puzzled, the Immortal tucked her hair behind her ears and looked around to see who called her. The streets were eerily empty; not a bird or other sound could be heard—the place felt as if it was holding it’s breath. An ominous feeling came over Jordan as she noticed that her neck felt hot; touching the Lothlórien leaf, Jordan found it was the source of the pulsating heat. Suddenly, a bright light that came out of nowhere dazzled her, along with a feeling of intense nausea. Jordan took slow, deep breaths to steady herself when her chocolate threatened to come back up; then she was falling, falling, falling…putting her hands out, with a small cry, Jordan desperately struggled against the darkness that engulfed her.