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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,192
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
~Stormy Weather~
A.N: I should have mentioned in the first chapter but the name of the town she moved to is Dales Grove.
Chapter 2~ Stormy weather~
"No man is as perfect as you describe him" The butchers wife interrupted, "You're getting ahead of your self with these Stories, how do you think the husbands will feel when their wives expect them to take them on journeys and be everything your mystery guy supposedly is? I tell you it’s a bunch of nonsense and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll cease this before trouble is on your doorstep.”
"I‘m not forcing you to listen, besides it‘s not my fault they can‘t compare to Legolas" I said responded.
"A year is long enough to move on," she called out. In my mind I knew she was wrong because what I had was more than they could ever imagine, and I was not ready to give up on it just yet, or ever. So I continued where I left off.
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It all started when I moved here In the winter of 1869. I inherited the land from my grandfather since my daddy died six years earlier. When I arrived everyone in town observed from a distance before having the courage to come introduce themselves. A short red headed woman named Riana Delmont and a rather tall blonde named Sheryl Dickens were the first two people to greet me; bringing apple pies and baskets of fruit as house warming gifts.
I appreciated their hospitality seeing as how I felt like an outcast upon arrival. My granddaddy told me stories of how the women in Dales Grove lived to serve their husbands and be house wives. A lifestyle he knew would not intrigue me; because I was what he called ‘a free spirit’. Although I didn’t plan on adopting their traditions completely I felt there was no harm in living amongst the people.
My first month here was interesting. Dale Robertson, the Doctors son sent flowers to my house everyday. He was an attractive man I must say, short brown hair, green eyes and a mouth full of big white teeth. I knew his feelings were hurt every time I returned the flowers. He didn’t realize the pollen caused my skin to itch and my eyes to water. I should have told him I was allergic to them but I kind of enjoyed his persistence in trying to woo me.
Some of the older women in town tried to pair me with him, saying things like, “He’s got money and he’s a hard worker.” but that had no effect on me, my heart told me something or someone was coming, so I rejected Dale to their dismay.
Every time I went to the store with Sheryl Dickens she’d point out the eligible men in town informing me of their jobs and status.
********************
I had now been living here for six months, and I still reject men’s offers. They must have thought I was snobby or had the idea that I was too good for them, but they were wrong.
I set up a daily routine of going to the market with Sheryl. She and I had become close friends. Having been forced to marry a man she barely knew; Sheryl envied my decision not to give my hand away, but most of all she admired my independence and courage to carry on living alone.
**************************
It was Sheryl’s turn to host the weekly women’s meeting and I declined my invitation as usual. I was walking home when a gust of wind came from nowhere. The sky started to darken and I knew a storm was coming.
I quickened my pace as the wind blew harder. Thunder roared in the distance and I wanted to let go of it all, embrace the unknown and allow the storm to take me with it.
“I must be going out of my mind, thinking I could live alone.” I said to myself.
The low howl of the wind soothed my lonely heart and I took comfort in the invisible force. It was hard to hide my loneliness and appear strong at the same time, but I managed somehow. The air, cool and damp alerted my senses, as gray clouds in the distance crept up slowly, dangerously, destruction lurking in its depths.
***********************
Sirens flared warning of the storms approach, neighbors scattered gathering their youths
Running inside closing all doors, as if that would make a difference. This was no ordinary storm. As the rain started to fall I silently made it to my front door.
The sky was now black and lightning struck the earth relentlessly in its attempts to touch every inch of soil.
I was putting wood in the fireplace when I heard a loud knock on my front door. Someone with an inch of common sense knew better than to be outside during a storm like this; so I assumed whoever it was, was not from around here. I grabbed my daddy’s shot gun and headed towards my front door.
“Who is it?” I called out, “I’ve got a gun, so if you’re here to start trouble I suggest you leave before I blow your head off.”
“I mean you no harm, I’m soaking wet and need shelter from this storm. I was traveling with my companions when we got separated. I have been wandering this area for days and I need to rest.” a male voice came from the other side.
Chapter 2~ Stormy weather~
"No man is as perfect as you describe him" The butchers wife interrupted, "You're getting ahead of your self with these Stories, how do you think the husbands will feel when their wives expect them to take them on journeys and be everything your mystery guy supposedly is? I tell you it’s a bunch of nonsense and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll cease this before trouble is on your doorstep.”
"I‘m not forcing you to listen, besides it‘s not my fault they can‘t compare to Legolas" I said responded.
"A year is long enough to move on," she called out. In my mind I knew she was wrong because what I had was more than they could ever imagine, and I was not ready to give up on it just yet, or ever. So I continued where I left off.
***********************
It all started when I moved here In the winter of 1869. I inherited the land from my grandfather since my daddy died six years earlier. When I arrived everyone in town observed from a distance before having the courage to come introduce themselves. A short red headed woman named Riana Delmont and a rather tall blonde named Sheryl Dickens were the first two people to greet me; bringing apple pies and baskets of fruit as house warming gifts.
I appreciated their hospitality seeing as how I felt like an outcast upon arrival. My granddaddy told me stories of how the women in Dales Grove lived to serve their husbands and be house wives. A lifestyle he knew would not intrigue me; because I was what he called ‘a free spirit’. Although I didn’t plan on adopting their traditions completely I felt there was no harm in living amongst the people.
My first month here was interesting. Dale Robertson, the Doctors son sent flowers to my house everyday. He was an attractive man I must say, short brown hair, green eyes and a mouth full of big white teeth. I knew his feelings were hurt every time I returned the flowers. He didn’t realize the pollen caused my skin to itch and my eyes to water. I should have told him I was allergic to them but I kind of enjoyed his persistence in trying to woo me.
Some of the older women in town tried to pair me with him, saying things like, “He’s got money and he’s a hard worker.” but that had no effect on me, my heart told me something or someone was coming, so I rejected Dale to their dismay.
Every time I went to the store with Sheryl Dickens she’d point out the eligible men in town informing me of their jobs and status.
********************
I had now been living here for six months, and I still reject men’s offers. They must have thought I was snobby or had the idea that I was too good for them, but they were wrong.
I set up a daily routine of going to the market with Sheryl. She and I had become close friends. Having been forced to marry a man she barely knew; Sheryl envied my decision not to give my hand away, but most of all she admired my independence and courage to carry on living alone.
**************************
It was Sheryl’s turn to host the weekly women’s meeting and I declined my invitation as usual. I was walking home when a gust of wind came from nowhere. The sky started to darken and I knew a storm was coming.
I quickened my pace as the wind blew harder. Thunder roared in the distance and I wanted to let go of it all, embrace the unknown and allow the storm to take me with it.
“I must be going out of my mind, thinking I could live alone.” I said to myself.
The low howl of the wind soothed my lonely heart and I took comfort in the invisible force. It was hard to hide my loneliness and appear strong at the same time, but I managed somehow. The air, cool and damp alerted my senses, as gray clouds in the distance crept up slowly, dangerously, destruction lurking in its depths.
***********************
Sirens flared warning of the storms approach, neighbors scattered gathering their youths
Running inside closing all doors, as if that would make a difference. This was no ordinary storm. As the rain started to fall I silently made it to my front door.
The sky was now black and lightning struck the earth relentlessly in its attempts to touch every inch of soil.
I was putting wood in the fireplace when I heard a loud knock on my front door. Someone with an inch of common sense knew better than to be outside during a storm like this; so I assumed whoever it was, was not from around here. I grabbed my daddy’s shot gun and headed towards my front door.
“Who is it?” I called out, “I’ve got a gun, so if you’re here to start trouble I suggest you leave before I blow your head off.”
“I mean you no harm, I’m soaking wet and need shelter from this storm. I was traveling with my companions when we got separated. I have been wandering this area for days and I need to rest.” a male voice came from the other side.
Familiar vibes radiated from the sound of his voice and I opened the door holding my gun out in front of me; and there he was. The most beautiful….man I’ve ever seen. His wet hair clung to his face, and he was dressed in this strange attire. But when I looked at his eyes, I felt as though I would drown in them. “Patricia?” he asked as if he’d known me. His eyes showed compassion instantly.
“Yes I’m Patricia, look are you going to come in or not,” I said skeptically. The cold air was started to sting my face. Realizing I did not recognize him, saddness flooded his emotions and he quickly stepped inside.
“Thank you,” he said before facing me.
I knew him from somewhere, his face so familiar and his voice. But as i searched the caverns of my memory i could not find a trace of this enchanted being in front of me.
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