Nianna's Journey
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
3,995
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13
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Nianna's Journey
Title: Nianna's Journey
Author: Liz122474
Summary: Nianna is the 10th member of the fellowship. A well-known tale told from a female perspective.
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Legolas/OFC
Feedback: It would be nice. I also accept constructive criticism and ignore flames.
Characters: All LotR characters may be included here but the only OC should be the OFC.
Betas: HUGE KUDOS to ElfMaiden25 for being the beta on this story. She has done a marvelous job and it’s only the first chapter. So, after reading this chapter, go check her stories out and all the other authors at www.mystifyingdreams.com
Author’s notes: Instead of butchering the beautiful elven language, anything that is supposed to be said in elven will be noted in [ ] .
*Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything relating to LotR and I am not making any money for this story.
Chapter 1: The Message
The message had arrived in the most unlikely of couriers.
The night guardsmen, who were positioned on the city walls of Mirkwood, kept watch over the dark woods. Although the giant spiders were usually the largest threat, increasing numbers of orcs were roaming in the same forest. Unlike the spiders, who preyed on the unsuspecting for their very survival, these orcs’ intentions were much more malicious and left no rhyme or reason to their slaughters of their unlucky victims.
One other also watched over the forest; while the guards watched for danger, she watched for the returning patrol. The patrol was sent out earlier in the day when a band of orcs was spotted several miles to the North. Her dark, watchful Elven eyes scanned the line of trees for movement. She had heard the news received from a messenger falcon that the threat had been dealt with triumphantly. The patrol of elves, though, was not expected to return until tomorrow night. Luckily, there had been no casualties or major injuries to the Elven patrol. Even with that knowledge, she was still unable to rest until they had returned…especially for one particular member and leader of the patrol. Restlessly, she scanned the dark trees, hoping that the one she waited for would return earlier, even though she knew how small the chance of such an event was to occur. She usually accompanied him when such warnings and actions were needed, but the call for the patrol came while she was otherwise occupied helping his father with a “problem”.
She rolled her eyes at the thought of this “problem”. It seemed the King of Mirkwood did not approve of her way of handling a certain visiting dignitary. If this said dignitary knew how to keep his said hands off the maids, then his said nose would be in its proper alignment when she found him molesting one of the young maids in the halls. Thranduil felt that this matter should have been dealt in a more…delicate matter. At least that is what he had said in front of the bleeding and whining dignitary. She smirked at the memory of Thranduil’s wink and smile that he sent her behind the back of the bleeding man. This signaled to her that his concern for the visitor, as he led the injured man to go find the local healers, was one of those “playing nice” strategies that he and other members of the high court would often have to partake in. After over a thousand years of being part of the elite, she was still unable to learn the “rules” of this game. She sighed and hoped that within the next thousand years or so, these rules would either become clearer to her or would cease to exist all together.
As the events of this morning temporarily distracted her from her worries for the returning patrol, the light of the moon reflected off a moving object, which quickly captured her attention as it drew closer. Memories and worries ceased as her keen eyes moved towards a small traveling object that was moving swiftly towards her. Her curiosity peeked as she watched this twinkle of light move closer. She realized that this small object was actually an insect, a furry beige moth to be more specific. She may have not known much regarding insects, but she knew that most of them didn’t fly over the trees where their luminous wings and bodies were easily seen; making them effortless targets for predators such as owls and bats.
The fluttering moth came straight toward her, as if it knew that it had captured her eye as well as her curiosity. When it finally reached her, it began to flutter sporadically in front of her face. That’s when she heard it…the whispering. Her eyes widened in surprise as she reached out and quickly, but gently, captured the tiny creature. It seemed to calm slightly, but the whispering continued. Feeling faintly irrational, but nonetheless highly curious at this oddity, she brought the tiny moth to her ear. As she listened, her eyes widened once more at the message imparted to her by this most unusual courier. She quickly released the moth, not bothering to watch it fly off. It continued its long journey to deliver the second part of the important message that had been given to him.
As quickly as possible, she weightlessly leapt across the wall to the nearest set of stairs. Running down them, she called out to the nearest stable boy, ordering him to prepare her horse. Again without stopping to see what the outcome would be once she passed, she quickly darted toward the halls of Mirkwood.
She raced down the long corridors, abandoned due to the lateness of the hour, to King Thranduil’s study. She reached it more rapidly than every before. She halted just before the door and, prior to knocking, took a deep breath. She did this not because she was winded from the sprint, but to calm the whirling thoughts caused by the terrible news and the important mission that she had just received. She sharply knocked and waited for the king’s permission to enter before opening the door.
[“My Lord, I have news from Mithrandir.”]
*****
The courtyard in front of the large gates of Mirkwood remained relatively empty. She and King Thranduil had both agreed that this mission would be best served if it were to remain a secret until after she left. As she sat atop her horse in front of these gates, she looked back to the figure of King Thranduil standing on the balcony that overlooked the open courtyard.
If it wasn’t for the urgency of her mission, she would have gladly waited for the one that usually accompanied her in her travels. But Mithrandir’s request was of dire importance and he wanted her to carry out his instructions as quickly as possible due to its life and death consequences. Prior to gathering her supplies for the journey, she wrote a hasty letter to the one she had hoped to see before the night ended. Now it seemed that she would not be able to see him for many more days. She will leave the letter in the care of the king to be delivered upon the return of the patrol. Once the letter was completed, she gathered her bow, a quiver of arrows, her knives, a change of clothing and a supply of lembas from the kitchen to sustain her through her journey. After gathering her possessions, she raced to the stables to collect her one and only companion and mode of transportation for the long mission.
Traveling through the forest was most dangerous during the night. The danger was doubled in the fact that she would be traveling alone, but she hoped that with the speed of her steed, she wobe abe able to avoid possible altercations with the large spiders and orcs that inhabited the woods. The miles to the Old Forest Road, which bisected Mirkwood forest, would be the most dangerous. If she were attacked along the way, she would have little hope of survival in fighting off one of the spiders looking for food, or worse, a band of orcs looking for entertainment.
And while the spiders tended to shy away from the well known road, orcs did not. Her and her steed would be unable to slow down and rest until they had passed the boarders of Mirkwood. This would be a day’s travel of hard riding with very little rest but she knew that her mount would be up to the task of delivering them to their destination.
King Thranduil raised his arms to his chest with the palms facing out and slowly moved them outward, thus giving the order to open the large gates. With guards closely watching out for surprise attacks, the great gates opened under the instructions of its king, and the strength of those who manned the doors. With one last look toward the seemingly imposing figure, she gave a nod, which was returned, before turning her horse toward the direction of the main road. She began her perilous run through the gauntlet of Mirkwood forest.
To Be Continued
Author: Liz122474
Summary: Nianna is the 10th member of the fellowship. A well-known tale told from a female perspective.
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Legolas/OFC
Feedback: It would be nice. I also accept constructive criticism and ignore flames.
Characters: All LotR characters may be included here but the only OC should be the OFC.
Betas: HUGE KUDOS to ElfMaiden25 for being the beta on this story. She has done a marvelous job and it’s only the first chapter. So, after reading this chapter, go check her stories out and all the other authors at www.mystifyingdreams.com
Author’s notes: Instead of butchering the beautiful elven language, anything that is supposed to be said in elven will be noted in [ ] .
*Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything relating to LotR and I am not making any money for this story.
Chapter 1: The Message
The message had arrived in the most unlikely of couriers.
The night guardsmen, who were positioned on the city walls of Mirkwood, kept watch over the dark woods. Although the giant spiders were usually the largest threat, increasing numbers of orcs were roaming in the same forest. Unlike the spiders, who preyed on the unsuspecting for their very survival, these orcs’ intentions were much more malicious and left no rhyme or reason to their slaughters of their unlucky victims.
One other also watched over the forest; while the guards watched for danger, she watched for the returning patrol. The patrol was sent out earlier in the day when a band of orcs was spotted several miles to the North. Her dark, watchful Elven eyes scanned the line of trees for movement. She had heard the news received from a messenger falcon that the threat had been dealt with triumphantly. The patrol of elves, though, was not expected to return until tomorrow night. Luckily, there had been no casualties or major injuries to the Elven patrol. Even with that knowledge, she was still unable to rest until they had returned…especially for one particular member and leader of the patrol. Restlessly, she scanned the dark trees, hoping that the one she waited for would return earlier, even though she knew how small the chance of such an event was to occur. She usually accompanied him when such warnings and actions were needed, but the call for the patrol came while she was otherwise occupied helping his father with a “problem”.
She rolled her eyes at the thought of this “problem”. It seemed the King of Mirkwood did not approve of her way of handling a certain visiting dignitary. If this said dignitary knew how to keep his said hands off the maids, then his said nose would be in its proper alignment when she found him molesting one of the young maids in the halls. Thranduil felt that this matter should have been dealt in a more…delicate matter. At least that is what he had said in front of the bleeding and whining dignitary. She smirked at the memory of Thranduil’s wink and smile that he sent her behind the back of the bleeding man. This signaled to her that his concern for the visitor, as he led the injured man to go find the local healers, was one of those “playing nice” strategies that he and other members of the high court would often have to partake in. After over a thousand years of being part of the elite, she was still unable to learn the “rules” of this game. She sighed and hoped that within the next thousand years or so, these rules would either become clearer to her or would cease to exist all together.
As the events of this morning temporarily distracted her from her worries for the returning patrol, the light of the moon reflected off a moving object, which quickly captured her attention as it drew closer. Memories and worries ceased as her keen eyes moved towards a small traveling object that was moving swiftly towards her. Her curiosity peeked as she watched this twinkle of light move closer. She realized that this small object was actually an insect, a furry beige moth to be more specific. She may have not known much regarding insects, but she knew that most of them didn’t fly over the trees where their luminous wings and bodies were easily seen; making them effortless targets for predators such as owls and bats.
The fluttering moth came straight toward her, as if it knew that it had captured her eye as well as her curiosity. When it finally reached her, it began to flutter sporadically in front of her face. That’s when she heard it…the whispering. Her eyes widened in surprise as she reached out and quickly, but gently, captured the tiny creature. It seemed to calm slightly, but the whispering continued. Feeling faintly irrational, but nonetheless highly curious at this oddity, she brought the tiny moth to her ear. As she listened, her eyes widened once more at the message imparted to her by this most unusual courier. She quickly released the moth, not bothering to watch it fly off. It continued its long journey to deliver the second part of the important message that had been given to him.
As quickly as possible, she weightlessly leapt across the wall to the nearest set of stairs. Running down them, she called out to the nearest stable boy, ordering him to prepare her horse. Again without stopping to see what the outcome would be once she passed, she quickly darted toward the halls of Mirkwood.
She raced down the long corridors, abandoned due to the lateness of the hour, to King Thranduil’s study. She reached it more rapidly than every before. She halted just before the door and, prior to knocking, took a deep breath. She did this not because she was winded from the sprint, but to calm the whirling thoughts caused by the terrible news and the important mission that she had just received. She sharply knocked and waited for the king’s permission to enter before opening the door.
[“My Lord, I have news from Mithrandir.”]
*****
The courtyard in front of the large gates of Mirkwood remained relatively empty. She and King Thranduil had both agreed that this mission would be best served if it were to remain a secret until after she left. As she sat atop her horse in front of these gates, she looked back to the figure of King Thranduil standing on the balcony that overlooked the open courtyard.
If it wasn’t for the urgency of her mission, she would have gladly waited for the one that usually accompanied her in her travels. But Mithrandir’s request was of dire importance and he wanted her to carry out his instructions as quickly as possible due to its life and death consequences. Prior to gathering her supplies for the journey, she wrote a hasty letter to the one she had hoped to see before the night ended. Now it seemed that she would not be able to see him for many more days. She will leave the letter in the care of the king to be delivered upon the return of the patrol. Once the letter was completed, she gathered her bow, a quiver of arrows, her knives, a change of clothing and a supply of lembas from the kitchen to sustain her through her journey. After gathering her possessions, she raced to the stables to collect her one and only companion and mode of transportation for the long mission.
Traveling through the forest was most dangerous during the night. The danger was doubled in the fact that she would be traveling alone, but she hoped that with the speed of her steed, she wobe abe able to avoid possible altercations with the large spiders and orcs that inhabited the woods. The miles to the Old Forest Road, which bisected Mirkwood forest, would be the most dangerous. If she were attacked along the way, she would have little hope of survival in fighting off one of the spiders looking for food, or worse, a band of orcs looking for entertainment.
And while the spiders tended to shy away from the well known road, orcs did not. Her and her steed would be unable to slow down and rest until they had passed the boarders of Mirkwood. This would be a day’s travel of hard riding with very little rest but she knew that her mount would be up to the task of delivering them to their destination.
King Thranduil raised his arms to his chest with the palms facing out and slowly moved them outward, thus giving the order to open the large gates. With guards closely watching out for surprise attacks, the great gates opened under the instructions of its king, and the strength of those who manned the doors. With one last look toward the seemingly imposing figure, she gave a nod, which was returned, before turning her horse toward the direction of the main road. She began her perilous run through the gauntlet of Mirkwood forest.
To Be Continued