#kingofvigorousspring

The engine turned over for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Trrrgh. Trrrrrgh.”

Dry knuckles gripped the keys until her fingers turned white and she finally relented getting the old gal to start. Berta was through…at least until she found a fuel source. Leaning back against the driver’s seat, the 4 door Chevy Silverado sat at the threshold outside this godforsaken wasteland. Despite the lack of fuel, there was plenty of gunk and guts splattered across the hood and windows of the vehicle.  She thought, for good measure, her heart would stop several times. It had been unlike anything she had ever seen before in her life.

First she had managed to get herself mixed up in the thick fog on the way home and the next thing she knew she felt like she was in the Eight-Legged Freaks movie and her entire truck was being swarmed by spiders. For the better part of 25 minutes, she witnessed herself barreling through one arachnid after the other. She was recovering from the cold sheen of sweat and the hammering of her heart in her chest before finally turning the windshield wipers on to clear off any of the green splatter on her windows. The solution smeared against the glass but the cleaner eventually wiped it away. It was all quiet now. The bright headlights ended up blinding and scaring off most of the monsters, but her heart was still pounding in her chest.

“Ugh…” Her fingers ran through frizzy red curls in exasperation. The semi-automatic shotgun at her side sat, loaded and within arm’s reach and she didn’t hesitate to grab for it. She checked the ammunition she had left before fumbling under the seat for her lock box. Taking it out she realized she only had half a case left of bullets and sighed in frustration. “…All right. Keep it together. Conserve your ammo. Treat this like a horror survival game. You’ve got this.” The redhead uttered in assurance to herself, gripping the gun tightly before looking up through the windows to assess her surroundings.

The lack of webbing in the area signaled the end of the arachnid trail. The rest of it was all tangled around parts of the vehicle. There had to be a way out of this mess, but it would all come down to what lie ahead for her. Maybe there was a gas station…maybe there were zombies next. She wasn’t sure. All Keegan Phelps knew was she had to get out of this forest before more of those things came back.

The horizon looked more promising than the path into the forest. Taking a deep breath. She placed the remaining ammunition in her L.L. Bean messenger bag and cocked the rifle. Once she was absolutely certain she made the decision to leave the car, Keegan opened the truck door and instinctively locked it in the case of someone coming to try and break in. Though…she hated to leave Berta behind. It was the only thing she was certain she felt safe in.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled her hair back into the scrunchie on her wrist and tied her boots up tightly before starting her trek ahead. Green eyes tried to focus on what was ahead of her and every 10 minutes she would mark her place so she would remember the way back to the truck.

Her feet crunched under leaves and debris while the sun began to set lower on the horizon. One thing she knew, this definitely was no Wonderland and she didn’t feel like Dorothy in Oz right now. “More like Heather Mason in Silent Hill. ..Where the hell did I end up?“

kingofvigorousspring

Even in the long lives of elves, watching your children grow up still happened far too quickly. Míriadis and Langnir were only three years apart in birth, and while Míri was much like her father, she had more traits from her mother. Her fierce protective nature was something she absolutely got from her mother. Thranduil was protective, but he was careful to protect them. Tauriel was a fighter, and when it came to protecting her family, she was dangerous. Míri was the same way. Langnir, was most like his father, with a bit of his mother in him. He was patient, and kind, and found he had a healing touch, but he was also a fighter, like both of his parents, but more graceful like his father.

Even though they had a nurse maid, Tauriel spent as much time as she could, with her little darlings, having given up her position as Captain of the Guard, and become strictly the queen. She wasn't overly fond of the title, but she loved her king, and would manage any duties that the queen should have, with as much grace as possible. It seemed like only yesterday that Míriadis would cry to her mother, when her knee was scraped, when she came to her mother, asking to stay late at a party. There had been a young elf that she had been flirting with when she thought her parents weren't looking, but Tauriel knew. She hadn't had the heart to tell Thranduil yet. "Ask your father, but I see no reason why not." The smaller redhead hugged her mother tightly, and ran off to find her father. Langnir had no interest in the parties, much like his mother, but attended because he had to.

That changed a few years later, when the daughter of Haldir, from Lothlorien came to visit, and Langnir found a sudden interest in feats. All the while, Tauriel sat with her love, and held his hand, kissing it when no one was watching. Míri was less like her mother when it came to courting, she was much more sure of herself that Tauriel was, to this day, and she had a few suitors by the time she came of age. Langnir only had one elleth he had feelings for, and would write to her, in Lothlorien until they were both of age. From there, he asked to spend a year in Lothlorien, with friends of theirs. While Tauriel's first reaction was to keep her children close, regardless of age, she finally agreed, if he promised to write to her weekly, and he came home every six months.

The first time he returned, he told his parents that Haldir had agreed to let him court his daughter. And the next time he returned, he brought his betrothed, and her family. The wedding was nearly as large as Thranduil and Tauriel's, and Tau had never seen her little boy so happy. Míri waited longer than her brother, not having found the elf who would eventually win her heart. That young elf came from the Grey Havens, and when he came to visit, Míriadis tried to play her little love game, but he had none of it. Tauriel had to keep from commenting, when Míri was angry over it. "Darling, just go talk to him, like you would one of your friends," Tauriel suggested, stroking her little girl's hair. She missed the days when her children desired her company, and wanted to play. It was a year to that day that they were married, and Tauriel felt the loneliness of a mother whose last child had flown the nest.

Like any Istar of Arda Sora swayed side to side sleepily as she rode her great stallion through the great forests. Sora was lucky her horse was able to navigate itself by sent and not by the paths of the ever changing forest. Her journey was set to the once great town of Esgorath, where she had heard the coming of a special shipment of wine. 

But that was not the only thing she heard. From a distance her skillful ears heard the clanking of metal, screams of pain and agony as horses hooves thumped and nayed. From years of experience Sora recognized that sound more than any. Quickly by instinct, the Istar stood on the saddle of the horse. With a light jump she grabbed the thick branch of a tree with her gloved hand. Pulling herself up, she scaled the trees. Closer and closer she followed the sound like an owl hunting for prey.

Soon the battle ready Istar perched herself upon the tries as she examined the sight before her. It was the King of Mirkwood and his company. It seemed like they were in a bit of a hole, surrounded by orcs. She had heard the King was leaving Mirkwood for a trip by word of Lord Elrond, wondering how the orcs were able to navigate through the thick shrubbery of Mirkwood. The King was barely able to keep the orcs at bay, and three elves were already wounded. 

Name: Alison Leigh Nickname: Aleigh (Or anything as long as aleigh is spelled right) Birthday: April 11th Star sign:  Gender: female Height: 5′4″ Sexual orientation: bisexual Romantic orientation: biromantic? Favorite color: 
I like purple? And seafoam green and orange Time and date at the moment: 9;20 pm, June 29, 2015 
 Average hours of sleep per night: 5-8 Lucky Number: 74, 7 The last thing I googled: silmarillion chapter summaries First word that comes to mind: Cat One place that makes you happy: The stage How many blankets do you sleep under: like 4 or 5. but i switch them off and on during the night Favorite fictional character: Thranduil Favorite tv show(s): Ghost Adventures, Castle, Graceland Favorite musician/band: My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy Last movie I saw in theaters: Jurassic World Dream job: Actress in movies or Broadway Wearing right now: peace sign shorts and my pink choir tee Last book I read: The Great Gatsby Tag 5 people you want to learn more about! 

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kingofvigorousspring 

“’Tis rare for a king to visit a lowly woman such as myself. To what do I owe this... pleasure?”

Her words are measured and well-chosen,                                                               Even one as headstrong as Farawen knew the dangers of angering a Sinda King:     especially since she and her spouse lived in ‘his’ land, yet by no laws but their own.

Treason, some may call it.