Crossing Paths (the mis-adventure)

[Magickcello]

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a pair of Puma sneakers and a skateboard! (Did I mention LOTR? Sadly, no)

Hullo everyone! I'm back and ready for action! HI-JYA! *makes a karate move and slams toes into wall* ouch...
Anyway, if you read my oh-so-awful story Past and Present (if you haven't please dont, it would save me some embarrasment!!!)
I revised it and now it is SO much better then before with different character traits, a twisted plot, and BETTER writing! WOW! BETTERNESS! :::cough:::
yeah anyway
Another Before You Read, Read:
A. This is NOT a pwp (plot what plot?) or a mary sue (same thing). DON'T throw this in the Sudom pile!

B. Give the plot a while to unfold. This is AU (alternate universe) so it's in middle earth but not based around LOTR characters. (it's still good, though!)

C. *words with stars will have notes at the end of a chapter.

[Magickcello]

I forgot to add that //words in slashes like these// are either flashbacks, things that happened in the past, or character's thoughts. You'll be able to figure out which is which because after I use the slashes I either write so and so thought or remembered or what ever!

Here's the first part!

Chapter 1
~Visitors in the Wood~

Aerin* rode across the field, her horse's hooves thudding softly on the ground. Her heart raced from the exhilarating gallop on that Thrimidge* evening. Her black hair whipped across her face, dark eyes scanning the blurred scenery as she rushed past.

Horse and rider entered a grove of lush trees. Tugging sharply on the reigns, Aerin slowed her horse to a stop at the muddy bank before a stream.

She caught her breath as her black steed took a drink. Aerin's eyes darted to and fro. An eerie silence fell heavily around the woods, wrapping the trees in an ominous and foreboding blanket. Aerin swore she heard soft foot falls but as if they sensed her presence, stopped suddenly...

Jumping from the saddle, Aerin cautiously led her horse from the stream. She hesitated, wondering if she should turn around and go back to the field, but the open air seemed too treacherous.

Aerin walked deeper into the woods, and the uneasy feeling became so strong she unsheathed her sword, Elvish blade ringing cold and metallic in the stiff air.

Prickles on the back of her neck alerted Aerin she was not alone. She flew around, pointing her sword tip dangerously close to the face of the man.

His worn clothes hung off his lean frame. A sword hung at the stranger's hip. His dark hair fell into his sea-green eyes which blazed with caution and anger, peircing through Aerin like burning embers.

"What buisness do you have in the wild?" The man asked gruffly pushing the sword tip away from his face with a gloved hand and advancing towards Aerin.

"My buisness is my own and I would like it to stay that way." She answered in a wary voice, raising the sword to point it once again at the mysterious figure.

"I don't have time to play games." He taunted, as if speaking to a small child.

A sudden pang of dislike pulsed through Aerin like a throbbing drum. A derisive glare swept across her face.

"Is that so? And why not?" She retorted, eyebrow curved mockingly.

Chuckling, the man made a move to push past Aerin. As swift as a thunderbolt, Aerin flicked the sword across his face, slashing the skin along his cheekbone.

Filled with rage, the man spun around to face her, not bothering to wipe away the trail of red blood that was slowly making it's way down his cheek.

//Do not anger men of Gondor as they will do almost anything to justify their wounded pride." Isn't that what he had always told her?// Aerin chided herself.

"Well then, why not!" He shouted, flinging his sword from it's sheath.

The man parried with such a force in his anger that Aerin stumbled backwards. She barely managed to block his blow with her blade before it decapitated her head.

Metal to metal, the blades created their own dance: slashing, clanging, cutting across the air.

Fury and contempt: intense emotions flowed through their bodies, alive, colliding in a tangled web of destruction.

Destruction. Like fire.

A burning sensation alerted Aerin's nerves there was a gash etching a way along her collar bone tearing through her black tunic.

Deciding she had had enough, Aerin built up all the momentum in her leg muscles and sent her foot flying into the back of the man's knees. Caught off his guard, the man crumpled to the ground.

With a weather-beaten boot stepping down on his arm, she wrenched his weapon away from him. She examined the sword, suprised to see that it was Elvish. Thin, Sindarin runes scrawled across the double blade.

A sudden kick from behind sent Aerin toppling to the ground. She barely had time to register what had happened before her back collided with the ground, giving off a dull thud.

A rush of wind was forced from her lungs and a painful ache in her chest reminded Aerin she couldn't bring air into her body. (A/N: I felt like this yesterday when I wiped out on my skateboard! Crunch!)

//The Ranger swung the little girl in his arms, the child laughing and shrieking with delight as she was whirled around then set back down on the ground. Surging with happiness at his arrival, the girl wrapped her small arms around the man's neck and whispered in his ear:

"I love you Ada*."//

Aerin pushed the painful memory from her mind and silently scolded herself for not watching her opponet. He slammed his weight on top of her, pinning her down with his forearm.

Fear coursed through her every bone, recognition sinking in with a bitter shock. //I'm going to die!// The thought struck her mind with tremendous force.

"Checkmate." The man smirked haughtily.

Aerin shut her eyes tight, expecting the last blow to come.
She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. She could only think.

//You have to pay for what you have done.// She told herself.

//Embrace your death.//

But before either of the two could move, the tense air was filled with the cry of hundreds of orcs, that came flooding through the trees.







A/N: Yay!! So what do you think? good?? :grin: bad??? :mmmm: needs even more improvement??? sorry about some of the spelling, it's my LD. :elfeek:

*looks up at the sky hoping for it to rain reviews* :p

*Aerin- named after the woman who helped Morwen after Nirnaeth Arinoediad (From the Silmarillion)

*Thrimidge-month of May in the world of Tolkienness. (appendix D, LOTR)

*Ada- father or daddy in Sindarin.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

ah i like it so far :grin: keep going :)

[Magickcello]

:grin: I'm glad you like it! I'm hoping to post more soon, but I'm having a *little* trouble with my plot...so if anyone ANYONE at all wants to help me (hey-you also get to find out what will happen! bonus points!) you can private message/email me.
:hooray:

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Well, I do like this. I liked the other one as well. :p

Please continue the story.

[Pil]

This is a great development of the previous story Magickcello! Keep writing and if you need any help then pm me cos i am happy to offer advice. :thumbs:

I really like this and i look forward to the next post! :)

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

So, where is it? I think we've been more then patient. We've waited 29 days, and there's still nothing new.

[Elven Daughter]

please continue! It's good! By the way, Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie? That's cool if you do. :)

[Pil]

C'mon Magickcello...we're dying to know what happens to them! :o :p Post......please..... notworthy