Killing Beauty
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
Views:
4,539
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Killing Beauty
All the characters from LOTR belongs to Tolkien. The crazy idea is mine.
Killing Beauty
Ashva was an outsider, too human to be accepted by the elves, too elfin to be accepted by most humans. There was even talk that she had Dunedine blood flowing through her veins. Her mother had claimed her father had been from the Mirkwood, although one could only guess at how her mother and father had gotten together. Elves were picky and dear old Mom wasn't. Truthfully, she knew how it happened and did not want to ponder it for very long.
Reining in the white faced stallion on a slight ridge, her two wolves pausing in their eternal hunt to see what she was doing, she decided that the Rohan rider she was looking for was not in the area. Too bad, she had wanted to tangle with him again.
Things often didn't go the way she wanted them to, and right now it looked like she was going to be disappointed twice. Up ahead were the signs of an ambush, and while she hated getting involved in other peoples' problems, she thought it might be the polite thing to do, particularly if there were any survivors. And it was possible she might pick up some abandoned weapons on the field. Her own bow and knives were a misture of human and elven.
Riding up on the scene, her mind quickly identified the combatants, elves and Os, a halfbreed elf-human band of murders, thugs and rapists. They were the only beings in Middle Earth who diliberately hunted elves. A war braid could make hundreds of Os bow strings unbreakable. Elf ears were grotesque trophies, and the really vicious were not adverse to cleaving open an elven breast for the heart. She had seen it just a few years before she took off on her own.
The wagon was marked with the sign of Lady Galadriel, and it was obvious the elves had put up a savage fight protecting the wagon's occupant. But the only bodies she saw on the field were Os and elf.
Killing Beauty
Ashva was an outsider, too human to be accepted by the elves, too elfin to be accepted by most humans. There was even talk that she had Dunedine blood flowing through her veins. Her mother had claimed her father had been from the Mirkwood, although one could only guess at how her mother and father had gotten together. Elves were picky and dear old Mom wasn't. Truthfully, she knew how it happened and did not want to ponder it for very long.
Reining in the white faced stallion on a slight ridge, her two wolves pausing in their eternal hunt to see what she was doing, she decided that the Rohan rider she was looking for was not in the area. Too bad, she had wanted to tangle with him again.
Things often didn't go the way she wanted them to, and right now it looked like she was going to be disappointed twice. Up ahead were the signs of an ambush, and while she hated getting involved in other peoples' problems, she thought it might be the polite thing to do, particularly if there were any survivors. And it was possible she might pick up some abandoned weapons on the field. Her own bow and knives were a misture of human and elven.
Riding up on the scene, her mind quickly identified the combatants, elves and Os, a halfbreed elf-human band of murders, thugs and rapists. They were the only beings in Middle Earth who diliberately hunted elves. A war braid could make hundreds of Os bow strings unbreakable. Elf ears were grotesque trophies, and the really vicious were not adverse to cleaving open an elven breast for the heart. She had seen it just a few years before she took off on her own.
The wagon was marked with the sign of Lady Galadriel, and it was obvious the elves had put up a savage fight protecting the wagon's occupant. But the only bodies she saw on the field were Os and elf.