Fan Fiction ❯ In The MoonLight ❯ Talks of War ( Chapter 5 )
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By: YamiYugiGal 
Why are the vampires doing this? Will it lead us to war?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Angst / Action / Adventure / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.03.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 140 | Status: Work In Progress
Why are the vampires doing this? Will it lead us to war?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Angst / Action / Adventure / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.03.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 140 | Status: Work In Progress
Chibi Legolas: *peeks up from his hideing place* ....Um...I'm just gonna post this now. Heather/Yami Yugi Gal is rather pissed off at her work...You see they cut her hours down to shit, and as of now she's just working for gas money...gesh...dumb work needs to stop hiring the newbies, and cutting her hours down to shit.
Also...If you guys really wish to see any more chapters, you beeter post, cause if we don't get over 30+ Reviews by chapter 10 we're not even going to bother to put any more of this fanfic up, yes so what. It is a Mary-sue, but unlike the other ones this has a plot.
Look at it THIS way those of you whom hate Mary-sueish fanfic's Irisa ISN'T from another world, she is IN the LOTR time-frame, but this as Heather stated was a cross over between HER own NOVEL and LOTR...We have more chapters to add, but if we don't see any more reviews it's rather pointless in placeing any more of this story up. Those of you that have e-mailed us and liked it, we thank you for the comments. Now I'm gonna go befoure I am nailed with something...Heather's not been having a great week.....Her door froze on her yesterday morning and she broke the door switch thingiw inside the car...so more MONEY $$$$ their...I tell yah, cars are evil. *uploads and quickly hides someplace in cyber space*
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The walk back to the Elven palace was spent in silence. Irisa finally drew herself from her thoughts when she realized they were going into Legolas room. She watched as the one Elf and another brought her the things she had asked for.
"You may leave us. I can take care of him from here." She said.
"As you wish, my m'lady Irisa." The servant bowed her head, and left the two Elves alone. Irisa moved over to the bowl of warm water. "Remove your shirt." She said, leaving the wet cloth in the bowl as she began to pick some herbs apart to make a compress for Legolas.
Although he was weary, he still found it in him to give her an astonished sort of look at the boldness of her command. Yet, he knew whatever it was she could do, would bring relief from the pain that was searing through him. With the hand of his one good arm, he struggled to unfasten his bloodstained tunic.
"Here let me help." She offered, moving over to him with the items she had and set them down on a small table beside his bed. She helped him remove the blood stained garment, and felt her anger boil at the claw marks near his side. Never had the other Vampires done this, but right now, she could not even begin to think as to why they had come here to attack them. She sat down beside Legolas, and began to clean the wound on his shoulder.
"We...heal fast..." He said, wincing every now and then as her cloth dabbed at his open flesh. He felt somehow awkward... So many things had gone wrong. For one, they had been unarmed. Had he opted to wear his sword, as was usually the custom, that could have been an enormous help to them.
His spell for the FireOrbs had not been strong enough.... Was he out of practice? And so many wounds had he received! He was supposed to be such a great warrior, an Elven Prince... What had happened? The frustration showed in his eyes, and in the downward turn of his lips.
Irisa looked at Legolas from the corner of her eye as she finished her job of cleaning the wounds off on him. "'Tis not your fault, Legolas. Humans, Dwarves, and Elves were never told of the Korman'shi weakness... I am perhaps the only one that KNOWS the way to destroy them. You do as well now, but you only know the means of killing the young foolish fledglings. As I've stated, they are nothing compared to those in the old blood going over 2000 to 5000 years of age." She lifted his arm out of her way to get to the wounds on his side, and cleaned those off carefully.
"The elders are the worst, and even though I had been the Princess of that clan, I still feared them, and will remain afraid of them unto the end of my life." Setting the blood stained cloth back into the water, she reached for the bowl and began to place some of the herbs into his wound on his shoulder.
"After I am done with your wounds, I want you to lay down and rest. You only slept for a while today, and perhaps your body was tired my friend from the lack of sleep. Even the strongest must rest." She added. Once she had finished placing the herbs into the open wounds, she began to finish bandaging the wound on his shoulder.
Legolas nodded slowly and thankfully. His head felt as though it weighed a hundred pounds, and his neck began to feel sore from having to hold it up. "I...thank you... It was more than once that you saved my life tonight." His voice was soft and humble.
She smiled softly. "You are welcome." As she went to stand, she felt him grab her left hand and noticed him eyeing her arm, and sighed. "It is a scratch Legolas, nothing more. I am fine." She said, reaching for the things to clean up her mess. It was nothing more than a scratch really, but he had insisted to clean it and dress it for her.
The "scratch" was a deep gouge in her lower arm, just below the elbow. He rose and went to his dresser, moving slowly, and fetched a clean kerchief. When he returned to her side, he went to dip it into the bowl. Lady Irisa took it from his hands.
"I can clean it myself..." She said in her stubborn way, and he had to smile.
"You are so strong and determined a Lady.... Never have I seen the like. Not even the famed Arwen of Rivendell can compare..." There was a bit of jest in his words and his voice.
"I am not a flower, I do not need to be pampered all the time." She said, cleaning the wound off easily and picked up some of the extra bandage gauze, wrapping it around her arm with ease. Then she fixed it so that it would stay in place.
A low knock came at the door. "Enter." She heard Legolas say.
The door slid open a crack wide enough for a young male Elf to poke his head in. Seeing his Prince half-clothed made him blush a little, but he reported to them: "The King requests Lady Irisa's council in the Throne Room, if she is feeling well enough... And also asks that the Prince excuse himself and take rest." He blinked at them.
Irisa moved across the room, having allowed Legolas to have it his way and dress the wound on her arm. Irisa looked to Legolas. "Sleep now, you NEED your rest." Irisa said, moving towards the door.
Before she left the room, Irisa watched Legolas like a parent would their own child. She watched him get into his bed. Only once she saw his eyelids drop, did she follow the other Elf down the halls.
"This way, please..." Said the young Elf gently. He walked brusquely, glancing back at her every so often. It was obvious that he was curious about this lady who could become so important after being such a short time in their presence.
She said nothing; her mind drifted back to her thoughts from earlier, but soon was pulled from them again as she moved into the room she was taken to. Behind her, she heard the heavy doors shut.
"You have sent for me Thranduil?" She asked.
All of the faces of those who were present bore the weight of the issue. There was nervous shuffling among them, especially so as Irisa was shown into the room. Thranduil stood.
"I thank you for joining us so shortly after your terrible ordeal." She nodded and carefully took her seat. The King remained standing. "NEVER before have Korman'shi dared to come into our midst this far from the border of our two lands. It is an outrage! It seems their new King, Lye'Darius, has decided to disregard the Border Covenant that has remained the law for more than a thousand years. Gentlemen... we must decide here tonight what courses of action we shall be willing to take if the worst comes to pass." He sat down and looked expectantly around the circle of advisors. There was a long, heavy silence.
"These are NOT Orcs, Humans, Dwarves, nor Elves, Thranduil. The Korman'shi that were here tonight were nothing more than foolish young fledglings. They were nothing...Had there been an Elder of over 1000 years of age, there could have been worse damage done." She stated. "Vampires up unto their 500 or 700 years of age are just as strong as Elves, but as I have stated those older are the harder ones to beat. A mere arrow cannot kill them. Only sunlight, fire, and by disembodying can you KILL a Vampire. The Elders are by far the worst... Extreme fire and disembodying will only work on them. Sunlight will not harm them in the slightest."
Her words seemed to make the Elven officials more nervous in their richly sewn garments. The shifted uneasily in their chairs, and glances at one another with troubled eyes. One of them sat forward and thoughtfully propped their chin in their folded fingers. "I wonder.... Do you perhaps think this all could very well start a war between these peoples?"
"If it was only the young ones, which were rouges let us hope they were, then you may not have to worry about war. However I would suggest giving it a week or two, and send someone to the other Elven cities to make sure all is well there." Irisa stated, her blue eyes falling on the elder elf that had spoken.
Yes, she knew she was a women, and should not speak unless addressed, but would not settle for being seen as a pretty rose. Even the prettiest of things had thorns and hers stuck out in her boldness and in the matter which she stood, and had the confidence like that of a male. "I am willing to go, if it comes down to any more attacks to make sure no problems fare in the other Elven cities."
To her surprise, her proposal was met with approval from the advisors. King Thranduil stood. "It is decided then. To sent out our diplomats to other Elven Forests... Now, whom shall we send with Lady Irisa?"
One of the older Elves stood. His eyes sparkled as he spoke. "I suggest your youngest son, Prince Legolas, if he is all well and mended within the next few days. He is well known in Rivendell, and indeed, Lothlorien as well. Also, he has shown himself to be a good diplomat of our people." He leaned forward in a rather conspiratorial manner. "And, I have no doubt that he can be the one to keep Lady Irisa in line and out of trouble... Indeed, it seems he is the ONLY one who can keep her... And she him!" He winked.
With a smile, the King nodded. "Very well, my son shall accompany you on your journey. You are a very good choice to send, as you know much more about these heathens than any of us can dare say. It is good of you to offer to go." He took her hand and squeezed it warmly. "All luck and care go with you... When shall you be taking leave?"
"A week...I wish that Legolas rest, if I catch him moving out of his room I shall be more than happy to drag him back into his room and tie him to his bed. His movements were sluggish tonight, and his body needs to rest though he may not admit it, he does. It was part of the reason your son was wounded."
She looked to the other elder that still stood and narrowed her eyes at him. "I do not act out of line...I have always been this way." She smirked slightly. "If I had it my way at birth I would have been born a male." She said proudly.
The Elf only laughed and shook his head. He'd known Irisa as a very young lady, and had been almost like an uncle to her.
"Very well." Answered Thranduil. "In the span of a week, you and Prince Legolas shall depart for Rivendell, and then move on to Lothlorien. All preparations will have been made for your departure and your journey." He took a great staff that leaned against his throne, and hit it soundly against the floor to indicate that the meeting was now over and that their decisions were all made.
Irisa left the room and headed for Legolas' brother's room. She knew well at this time of the year he was in Rivendell. Which meant she could raid his wardrobe. She knew he wouldn't mind. He had always allowed her to wear his old outfits when she was a child.
Moving into the room she moved over to a large closet, and found a few garments which would fit her and removed the dress from her, and began to dress herself up. Tonight she did not intend to sleep for she had other plans. She had been sleeping for almost a week, but felt alive, and did not want to sleep.
Once she was dressed, she left the room and headed for the training area, where she knew the best Elven archers and swordsmen were. She wanted to be able to defend herself, not allow Legolas to protect her all the time.
She wished to be a man, and would have the other men treat her as that, a male Elf. It was the only way she would learn, and she had dealt with pain before, so this was nothing new. She had a bright spark of life in her eyes that refused to be put out, and a strong heart to go with her mind and body.
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Chibi Legolas: Sorry guys, but it's it for now. By the way. We are kinda thinking of making Irisa and Legolas just friends...Unless of course you readers, would perfer them as a couple...we can always do that too! Feedback please! *big cute chibi Legolas eyes*
Also...If you guys really wish to see any more chapters, you beeter post, cause if we don't get over 30+ Reviews by chapter 10 we're not even going to bother to put any more of this fanfic up, yes so what. It is a Mary-sue, but unlike the other ones this has a plot.
Look at it THIS way those of you whom hate Mary-sueish fanfic's Irisa ISN'T from another world, she is IN the LOTR time-frame, but this as Heather stated was a cross over between HER own NOVEL and LOTR...We have more chapters to add, but if we don't see any more reviews it's rather pointless in placeing any more of this story up. Those of you that have e-mailed us and liked it, we thank you for the comments. Now I'm gonna go befoure I am nailed with something...Heather's not been having a great week.....Her door froze on her yesterday morning and she broke the door switch thingiw inside the car...so more MONEY $$$$ their...I tell yah, cars are evil. *uploads and quickly hides someplace in cyber space*
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The walk back to the Elven palace was spent in silence. Irisa finally drew herself from her thoughts when she realized they were going into Legolas room. She watched as the one Elf and another brought her the things she had asked for.
"You may leave us. I can take care of him from here." She said.
"As you wish, my m'lady Irisa." The servant bowed her head, and left the two Elves alone. Irisa moved over to the bowl of warm water. "Remove your shirt." She said, leaving the wet cloth in the bowl as she began to pick some herbs apart to make a compress for Legolas.
Although he was weary, he still found it in him to give her an astonished sort of look at the boldness of her command. Yet, he knew whatever it was she could do, would bring relief from the pain that was searing through him. With the hand of his one good arm, he struggled to unfasten his bloodstained tunic.
"Here let me help." She offered, moving over to him with the items she had and set them down on a small table beside his bed. She helped him remove the blood stained garment, and felt her anger boil at the claw marks near his side. Never had the other Vampires done this, but right now, she could not even begin to think as to why they had come here to attack them. She sat down beside Legolas, and began to clean the wound on his shoulder.
"We...heal fast..." He said, wincing every now and then as her cloth dabbed at his open flesh. He felt somehow awkward... So many things had gone wrong. For one, they had been unarmed. Had he opted to wear his sword, as was usually the custom, that could have been an enormous help to them.
His spell for the FireOrbs had not been strong enough.... Was he out of practice? And so many wounds had he received! He was supposed to be such a great warrior, an Elven Prince... What had happened? The frustration showed in his eyes, and in the downward turn of his lips.
Irisa looked at Legolas from the corner of her eye as she finished her job of cleaning the wounds off on him. "'Tis not your fault, Legolas. Humans, Dwarves, and Elves were never told of the Korman'shi weakness... I am perhaps the only one that KNOWS the way to destroy them. You do as well now, but you only know the means of killing the young foolish fledglings. As I've stated, they are nothing compared to those in the old blood going over 2000 to 5000 years of age." She lifted his arm out of her way to get to the wounds on his side, and cleaned those off carefully.
"The elders are the worst, and even though I had been the Princess of that clan, I still feared them, and will remain afraid of them unto the end of my life." Setting the blood stained cloth back into the water, she reached for the bowl and began to place some of the herbs into his wound on his shoulder.
"After I am done with your wounds, I want you to lay down and rest. You only slept for a while today, and perhaps your body was tired my friend from the lack of sleep. Even the strongest must rest." She added. Once she had finished placing the herbs into the open wounds, she began to finish bandaging the wound on his shoulder.
Legolas nodded slowly and thankfully. His head felt as though it weighed a hundred pounds, and his neck began to feel sore from having to hold it up. "I...thank you... It was more than once that you saved my life tonight." His voice was soft and humble.
She smiled softly. "You are welcome." As she went to stand, she felt him grab her left hand and noticed him eyeing her arm, and sighed. "It is a scratch Legolas, nothing more. I am fine." She said, reaching for the things to clean up her mess. It was nothing more than a scratch really, but he had insisted to clean it and dress it for her.
The "scratch" was a deep gouge in her lower arm, just below the elbow. He rose and went to his dresser, moving slowly, and fetched a clean kerchief. When he returned to her side, he went to dip it into the bowl. Lady Irisa took it from his hands.
"I can clean it myself..." She said in her stubborn way, and he had to smile.
"You are so strong and determined a Lady.... Never have I seen the like. Not even the famed Arwen of Rivendell can compare..." There was a bit of jest in his words and his voice.
"I am not a flower, I do not need to be pampered all the time." She said, cleaning the wound off easily and picked up some of the extra bandage gauze, wrapping it around her arm with ease. Then she fixed it so that it would stay in place.
A low knock came at the door. "Enter." She heard Legolas say.
The door slid open a crack wide enough for a young male Elf to poke his head in. Seeing his Prince half-clothed made him blush a little, but he reported to them: "The King requests Lady Irisa's council in the Throne Room, if she is feeling well enough... And also asks that the Prince excuse himself and take rest." He blinked at them.
Irisa moved across the room, having allowed Legolas to have it his way and dress the wound on her arm. Irisa looked to Legolas. "Sleep now, you NEED your rest." Irisa said, moving towards the door.
Before she left the room, Irisa watched Legolas like a parent would their own child. She watched him get into his bed. Only once she saw his eyelids drop, did she follow the other Elf down the halls.
"This way, please..." Said the young Elf gently. He walked brusquely, glancing back at her every so often. It was obvious that he was curious about this lady who could become so important after being such a short time in their presence.
She said nothing; her mind drifted back to her thoughts from earlier, but soon was pulled from them again as she moved into the room she was taken to. Behind her, she heard the heavy doors shut.
"You have sent for me Thranduil?" She asked.
All of the faces of those who were present bore the weight of the issue. There was nervous shuffling among them, especially so as Irisa was shown into the room. Thranduil stood.
"I thank you for joining us so shortly after your terrible ordeal." She nodded and carefully took her seat. The King remained standing. "NEVER before have Korman'shi dared to come into our midst this far from the border of our two lands. It is an outrage! It seems their new King, Lye'Darius, has decided to disregard the Border Covenant that has remained the law for more than a thousand years. Gentlemen... we must decide here tonight what courses of action we shall be willing to take if the worst comes to pass." He sat down and looked expectantly around the circle of advisors. There was a long, heavy silence.
"These are NOT Orcs, Humans, Dwarves, nor Elves, Thranduil. The Korman'shi that were here tonight were nothing more than foolish young fledglings. They were nothing...Had there been an Elder of over 1000 years of age, there could have been worse damage done." She stated. "Vampires up unto their 500 or 700 years of age are just as strong as Elves, but as I have stated those older are the harder ones to beat. A mere arrow cannot kill them. Only sunlight, fire, and by disembodying can you KILL a Vampire. The Elders are by far the worst... Extreme fire and disembodying will only work on them. Sunlight will not harm them in the slightest."
Her words seemed to make the Elven officials more nervous in their richly sewn garments. The shifted uneasily in their chairs, and glances at one another with troubled eyes. One of them sat forward and thoughtfully propped their chin in their folded fingers. "I wonder.... Do you perhaps think this all could very well start a war between these peoples?"
"If it was only the young ones, which were rouges let us hope they were, then you may not have to worry about war. However I would suggest giving it a week or two, and send someone to the other Elven cities to make sure all is well there." Irisa stated, her blue eyes falling on the elder elf that had spoken.
Yes, she knew she was a women, and should not speak unless addressed, but would not settle for being seen as a pretty rose. Even the prettiest of things had thorns and hers stuck out in her boldness and in the matter which she stood, and had the confidence like that of a male. "I am willing to go, if it comes down to any more attacks to make sure no problems fare in the other Elven cities."
To her surprise, her proposal was met with approval from the advisors. King Thranduil stood. "It is decided then. To sent out our diplomats to other Elven Forests... Now, whom shall we send with Lady Irisa?"
One of the older Elves stood. His eyes sparkled as he spoke. "I suggest your youngest son, Prince Legolas, if he is all well and mended within the next few days. He is well known in Rivendell, and indeed, Lothlorien as well. Also, he has shown himself to be a good diplomat of our people." He leaned forward in a rather conspiratorial manner. "And, I have no doubt that he can be the one to keep Lady Irisa in line and out of trouble... Indeed, it seems he is the ONLY one who can keep her... And she him!" He winked.
With a smile, the King nodded. "Very well, my son shall accompany you on your journey. You are a very good choice to send, as you know much more about these heathens than any of us can dare say. It is good of you to offer to go." He took her hand and squeezed it warmly. "All luck and care go with you... When shall you be taking leave?"
"A week...I wish that Legolas rest, if I catch him moving out of his room I shall be more than happy to drag him back into his room and tie him to his bed. His movements were sluggish tonight, and his body needs to rest though he may not admit it, he does. It was part of the reason your son was wounded."
She looked to the other elder that still stood and narrowed her eyes at him. "I do not act out of line...I have always been this way." She smirked slightly. "If I had it my way at birth I would have been born a male." She said proudly.
The Elf only laughed and shook his head. He'd known Irisa as a very young lady, and had been almost like an uncle to her.
"Very well." Answered Thranduil. "In the span of a week, you and Prince Legolas shall depart for Rivendell, and then move on to Lothlorien. All preparations will have been made for your departure and your journey." He took a great staff that leaned against his throne, and hit it soundly against the floor to indicate that the meeting was now over and that their decisions were all made.
Irisa left the room and headed for Legolas' brother's room. She knew well at this time of the year he was in Rivendell. Which meant she could raid his wardrobe. She knew he wouldn't mind. He had always allowed her to wear his old outfits when she was a child.
Moving into the room she moved over to a large closet, and found a few garments which would fit her and removed the dress from her, and began to dress herself up. Tonight she did not intend to sleep for she had other plans. She had been sleeping for almost a week, but felt alive, and did not want to sleep.
Once she was dressed, she left the room and headed for the training area, where she knew the best Elven archers and swordsmen were. She wanted to be able to defend herself, not allow Legolas to protect her all the time.
She wished to be a man, and would have the other men treat her as that, a male Elf. It was the only way she would learn, and she had dealt with pain before, so this was nothing new. She had a bright spark of life in her eyes that refused to be put out, and a strong heart to go with her mind and body.
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Chibi Legolas: Sorry guys, but it's it for now. By the way. We are kinda thinking of making Irisa and Legolas just friends...Unless of course you readers, would perfer them as a couple...we can always do that too! Feedback please! *big cute chibi Legolas eyes*