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Somethin short and silly I posted to the MarySue comm a few days ago.
The Fellowship had put ashore two days out from Lothlorien. Aragorn and Boromir had conspicuously vanished into the woods to search for "firewood" and Sam was threatening Pippin and Merry with a frying pan. Frodo was gazing out over the river and Gimli was smoking his pipe.
Legolas appeared with the STRANGE YOUNG MAIDEN who joined their party in Lothlorien.
"Gimli, my friend, I'd like you to meet my true love, Anariana Miarielle, daughter of Celeborn and his first wife Sahara, Queen of the Moon Elves. She was shunned by Galadriel and forced to live alone in the mountains as an outcast, tormented and hunted by orcs, opressed by men and raped by wargs. But her shining spirit has remained untainted by the terror she has faced in her long life." He paused for a moment to gaze soulfully into her eyes. She returned the gaze with a breathless whimper.
Gimli eyed them both somewhat warily and puffed hesitantly at his pipe. "That's... nice."
Legolas heaved a heavy sigh, a sweet smile crossing his face. He turned to face Gimli for just an instant, and Gimli couldn't help but notice that the elf's grey eyes seemed somewhat murky and unfocused.
"So, Annamaria," Gimli began.
"Anariana Miarielle," the elf maiden said gently.
"Right. How is it you came to be in Lothlorien if the Lady had you exiled?" Gimli couldn't see the Lady Galadriel exiling anyone, but he had even more trouble believing that the Lady would allow someone she had once exiled to wander back into the Golden Wood.
"My step-mother's hatred of me is not so strong that she would risk all of Middle Earth. My true mother was Sauron's own blood, and as such I am immune to the effects of the Ring. Who better to aid you on your journey?" She smiled brilliantly.
Gimli nodded slowly and glanced behind him. Merry and Pippin were gaping and even Sam seemed to have forgotten dinner in favor of staring at their new companion.
"Immune to the Ring," he said slowly. "Indeed, a great blessing. Why, not even the Lady was immune, though she resisted its temptation."
The elf maiden's voice was oddly tight when she responded. "As I have said, it is due to my bloodline. The blood of Sauron flows in my veins, both a blessing and a curse."
"I thought your mother was Sauron's sister?" Pippin piped up from behind Gimli. "So really, it's the blood of Sauron's sister that flows in your veins, right?" He paused and Gimli could almost hear the mental gears shifting. "Unless there's something really kinky you're not telling us."
"Pippin!" Sam sounded scandalized.
"I thought your mother was Queen of the Moon Elves?" Merry asked skeptically. "Sauron wasn't any Moon Elf. I've never even heard of a Moon Elf."
"The race of Moon Elves was massacred by Sauron during the last war. "She sniffled delicately and Legolas caught her up against his chest, stroking her golden blonde, waist-length hair. "My mother-"
"Sestina," Gimli said as sympathetically as he could manage.
"Sahara," she said slowly, and through gritted teeth. "My mother, Sahara, was a Half-Elf. She and Sauron shared a father."
"Of course they did," Gimli said soothingly.
"It is a curse I must bear," the maiden - Antina? Ariola? - said bravely, with just a hint of a tremble in her voice. "But were it not for my cursed ancestry I would not possess the psychic powers that made it possibly for me to join you on this quest, and I would never have met my true Love." She reached a delicate hand out to cup Legolas's face.
"I thought you were here because you could resist the temptation of the Ring?" Sam queried.
"That too," she said tightly.
Gimli had heard all he intended too. "Frodo," he called. The Ringbearer was watching them all with an expression of incredulousness that suited Gimli perfectly at the moment. "Why don't you show Legolas that patch of berries you found earlier. The ones you feared might be poisonous?"
It took a moment, but Frodo caught his gaze and nodded, an expression of determination flashing over his face. Legolas blinked dazedly for a moment as his attention shifted away from the elf maiden, but stepped hesitantly toward the halfling. The maiden moved to follow, but Gimli levered himself to his feet with a speed that would have surprised many and placed himself between them. "Lady Anorexia," he said.
"Anariana Miarielle," she snapped.
"Yes, my dear. I was hoping you could tell me more of your past? The little I know has captured my curiosity and I would hear all about your life." Gimli saw Merry and Pippin staring at him with twin expressions of horror, but Sam just hefted his frying pan thoughtfully. Gimli just hoped the determined little halfling wasn't thinking of using it on him.
"I - of course." She stared after Legolas with a yearning gaze, then smoothed her skirts - an elaborate silken number, bright red and embroidered in gold thread. It matched her hair, but Gimli figured the orcs could see her from a mile away. "What would you know, Gimli?"
"Let us walk by the river and enjoy the view," Gimli said with a forced smile.
As he led her off, she already chattering importantly about her mother's forced marriage to the cruel king of the Moon Elves before Celeborn had rescued her, he caught sight of Frodo dragging Legolas away into the woods at a run.
****
Hours later Aragorn and Boromir made their way back to camp, pine needles in their hair and stupid grins on their faces. They were greeted by four chattering hobbits, a dazed elf, and a dwarf bearing an air of decided satisfaction.
"What did we miss?" Aragorn demanded, giving Gimli a suspicious look, which the dwarf returned with an air of confused innocence.
"Where is Lady Ana... Boromir trailed off, then rallied admirably. "The Lady?"
Legolas made a tired keening sound and rocked back and forth slightly. Gimli patted him on the shoulder.
"She had an appointment to keep," Gimli said. "A pressing engagement with the Valar. Some Elf-Maia halfblood thing."
Boromir nodded sagely, apparently willing to swallow that if it meant he didn't have to listen to any indepth details. "Is dinner ready?"
"It's cold now," Sam said.
Aragorn hesitated a moment, giving Gimli one last glare. The dwarf just smiled and patted Legolas's shoulder again. Merry and Pippin glanced at one another and snickered.
"I'm never leaving you all unsupervised again," he sighed.
The Fellowship had put ashore two days out from Lothlorien. Aragorn and Boromir had conspicuously vanished into the woods to search for "firewood" and Sam was threatening Pippin and Merry with a frying pan. Frodo was gazing out over the river and Gimli was smoking his pipe.
Legolas appeared with the STRANGE YOUNG MAIDEN who joined their party in Lothlorien.
"Gimli, my friend, I'd like you to meet my true love, Anariana Miarielle, daughter of Celeborn and his first wife Sahara, Queen of the Moon Elves. She was shunned by Galadriel and forced to live alone in the mountains as an outcast, tormented and hunted by orcs, opressed by men and raped by wargs. But her shining spirit has remained untainted by the terror she has faced in her long life." He paused for a moment to gaze soulfully into her eyes. She returned the gaze with a breathless whimper.
Gimli eyed them both somewhat warily and puffed hesitantly at his pipe. "That's... nice."
Legolas heaved a heavy sigh, a sweet smile crossing his face. He turned to face Gimli for just an instant, and Gimli couldn't help but notice that the elf's grey eyes seemed somewhat murky and unfocused.
"So, Annamaria," Gimli began.
"Anariana Miarielle," the elf maiden said gently.
"Right. How is it you came to be in Lothlorien if the Lady had you exiled?" Gimli couldn't see the Lady Galadriel exiling anyone, but he had even more trouble believing that the Lady would allow someone she had once exiled to wander back into the Golden Wood.
"My step-mother's hatred of me is not so strong that she would risk all of Middle Earth. My true mother was Sauron's own blood, and as such I am immune to the effects of the Ring. Who better to aid you on your journey?" She smiled brilliantly.
Gimli nodded slowly and glanced behind him. Merry and Pippin were gaping and even Sam seemed to have forgotten dinner in favor of staring at their new companion.
"Immune to the Ring," he said slowly. "Indeed, a great blessing. Why, not even the Lady was immune, though she resisted its temptation."
The elf maiden's voice was oddly tight when she responded. "As I have said, it is due to my bloodline. The blood of Sauron flows in my veins, both a blessing and a curse."
"I thought your mother was Sauron's sister?" Pippin piped up from behind Gimli. "So really, it's the blood of Sauron's sister that flows in your veins, right?" He paused and Gimli could almost hear the mental gears shifting. "Unless there's something really kinky you're not telling us."
"Pippin!" Sam sounded scandalized.
"I thought your mother was Queen of the Moon Elves?" Merry asked skeptically. "Sauron wasn't any Moon Elf. I've never even heard of a Moon Elf."
"The race of Moon Elves was massacred by Sauron during the last war. "She sniffled delicately and Legolas caught her up against his chest, stroking her golden blonde, waist-length hair. "My mother-"
"Sestina," Gimli said as sympathetically as he could manage.
"Sahara," she said slowly, and through gritted teeth. "My mother, Sahara, was a Half-Elf. She and Sauron shared a father."
"Of course they did," Gimli said soothingly.
"It is a curse I must bear," the maiden - Antina? Ariola? - said bravely, with just a hint of a tremble in her voice. "But were it not for my cursed ancestry I would not possess the psychic powers that made it possibly for me to join you on this quest, and I would never have met my true Love." She reached a delicate hand out to cup Legolas's face.
"I thought you were here because you could resist the temptation of the Ring?" Sam queried.
"That too," she said tightly.
Gimli had heard all he intended too. "Frodo," he called. The Ringbearer was watching them all with an expression of incredulousness that suited Gimli perfectly at the moment. "Why don't you show Legolas that patch of berries you found earlier. The ones you feared might be poisonous?"
It took a moment, but Frodo caught his gaze and nodded, an expression of determination flashing over his face. Legolas blinked dazedly for a moment as his attention shifted away from the elf maiden, but stepped hesitantly toward the halfling. The maiden moved to follow, but Gimli levered himself to his feet with a speed that would have surprised many and placed himself between them. "Lady Anorexia," he said.
"Anariana Miarielle," she snapped.
"Yes, my dear. I was hoping you could tell me more of your past? The little I know has captured my curiosity and I would hear all about your life." Gimli saw Merry and Pippin staring at him with twin expressions of horror, but Sam just hefted his frying pan thoughtfully. Gimli just hoped the determined little halfling wasn't thinking of using it on him.
"I - of course." She stared after Legolas with a yearning gaze, then smoothed her skirts - an elaborate silken number, bright red and embroidered in gold thread. It matched her hair, but Gimli figured the orcs could see her from a mile away. "What would you know, Gimli?"
"Let us walk by the river and enjoy the view," Gimli said with a forced smile.
As he led her off, she already chattering importantly about her mother's forced marriage to the cruel king of the Moon Elves before Celeborn had rescued her, he caught sight of Frodo dragging Legolas away into the woods at a run.
****
Hours later Aragorn and Boromir made their way back to camp, pine needles in their hair and stupid grins on their faces. They were greeted by four chattering hobbits, a dazed elf, and a dwarf bearing an air of decided satisfaction.
"What did we miss?" Aragorn demanded, giving Gimli a suspicious look, which the dwarf returned with an air of confused innocence.
"Where is Lady Ana... Boromir trailed off, then rallied admirably. "The Lady?"
Legolas made a tired keening sound and rocked back and forth slightly. Gimli patted him on the shoulder.
"She had an appointment to keep," Gimli said. "A pressing engagement with the Valar. Some Elf-Maia halfblood thing."
Boromir nodded sagely, apparently willing to swallow that if it meant he didn't have to listen to any indepth details. "Is dinner ready?"
"It's cold now," Sam said.
Aragorn hesitated a moment, giving Gimli one last glare. The dwarf just smiled and patted Legolas's shoulder again. Merry and Pippin glanced at one another and snickered.
"I'm never leaving you all unsupervised again," he sighed.