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Sell Uin Sûl	By : ViciousValentine Category: X-men Comics > Crossovers Views: 2321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ororo went home with her mother and gathered the items she would need for her trip. Traveling clothes, food, bow, arrows, her small sword, and her journal. She’d had a journal for much of her life, there were some things that she couldn’t talk about with her mother or the other elves, questions she asked herself about why she was different, and feelings she didn’t know if the elves had. They were always so calm, when she often felt a whirlwind of emotions churning within her like a violent storm. The journal helped her channel her energy away from showing on the outside.

“Ororo, do you have everything you need? The Prince will be leaving soon.”

“Yes mother, I think I have everything, can you think of anything?”

“You have everything, except perhaps an understanding of what is ahead of you.”

The tall golden-haired elf beckoned to Ororo to sit beside her. She obeyed and Glinmathen took her daugher’s hand into her own.

“ Rivendell is a bit different than the woodland realm, they are much friendlier to outsiders. You may see races that are strange to you. Men, dwarves, and others. No doubt you may be looked upon strangely yourself my darling. For you seem very different. You are beautiful, that in itself will catch their eyes, but you also resemble a people that until recently were under the control of Sauron. Do not let them intimidate you, the elves there are kin to us and will welcome you, the others may be suspicious or even hostile, but those that do not accept you are not worthy of your notice.”

“I know this nana, I am not afraid.”

“I worry about you, and I do not want them to make you feel unwanted or strange my daughter. If any who are there make you feel uncomfortable, tell Prince Legolas or his advisors.”

“I am not weak mother, I do not need their protection or coddling.” Ororo scowled. By elvish reckoning she was still a child, and she rebelled the way any adolescent would at their parent’s over protectiveness.

Glinmathen laughed. “No my sweetling, I do not suppose you do, for you are very capable of taking care of yourself. But I would prefer that you informed them if you receive any unkind attention. These are dangerous times and you must realize that other races are often ignorant and will not consider circumstances before they act.”

“Fine, I promise I will.”

“Thank you, now let us hasten before you are late.”

Ororo and Glinmaten embraced at the gates of the kingdom, the elf’s eyes shown with emotion.

“Take care Ororo.”

The others began walking riding out into the forest.

“I love you mother,” Ororo whispered back as she left, mounting her horse to join her company.
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Ororo and the others rode together in silence, the journey out of the forest would take a few days on the Old Forest Road and then a week or so if they hurried west over the River Anduin and through the Misty Mountains.

The only female amongst the group was excited, more excited than she’d ever been. With a permanent grin on her face she looked about her, the woods that usually seemed to close in on her now made her feel free. She looked above her, through the canopy to the blue sky. Not much of it showed through the branches, but she savored what she could. The elves were born under the stars, but she favored the sunlight. She thrived on the warmth of the day.

The only thing that seemed to be dampening her spirits was the quiet that suffused the area. She wasn’t overly talkative, but this would be a long trip and conversation would certainly make the time fly by faster until she was finally in Rivendell.

Ororo stroked her horse with her delicate brown hands. Celegroch winnied in response to her attention.

“Is there a reason for us to be riding so quietly?”

Lord Elladan turned to his female companion and smiled upon her.

The bright faced elf Gailní f spoke first. “Cannot endure the quiet melui nì n? Do not let our silence fool you. You know very well the elves like nothing more than to talk. We were just listening to what the forest had to say.”

“And you know very well I can’t join in on that conversation. I only understand the wind and the clouds.”

“Ah yes, we oft forget you are not a child of the earth so much as the sky. Tell us, what does it say?”

“It tells me that the way will be cold and damp, but it will not rain this week.”

Elladan was glad at her words. “This is good news. Did you hear that? No rain on this journey Prince Legolas”

Legolas turned and frowned. “I fear very soon we will face greater troubles than harsh weather.”

Ororo would not let him ruin her cheerful mood. “But not at this very moment. I say it is better to worry about things that seem frivolous for now, before rushing into future worries.”

“Very wise for one so new to this world.”

Ororo wasn’t sure if she should take Legolas’ words as a compliment or a condescension. So she merely smiled prettily in return.

For the rest of the day she exchanged small talk with those who would. By the evening Ororo had grown tired and sore. Soon the moon started its ascension overhead, and she couldn’t hold back her yawns.

Idhrenblaith flanked Legolas on his left and whispered in his direction, “Our lady is exhausted my Prince, perhaps we should make camp?”

Legolas discretely turned to look at Ororo and witnessed her yawning. The stubborn child was trying to hide it from them, but he could see clearly that she was worn out.

“We will stop here for the remainder of the night.”

Ororo was relieved, she didn’t think they would ever stop riding. She’d forgotten elves needed little sleep to function properly. She stiffly dismounted Celegroch with the help of Lord Elladan. Spreading her sleeping gear on the forest floor, she covered herself and drifted off almost immediately.
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At dawn she awoke, rising with the sun, and found that everyone else was already awake and had readied themselves for departure. They were chatting quietly, but were obviously waiting on her. Ororo was blushing as she sat up. She smoothed down her hair with her hands and stood to begin packing her belongings away for the day’s journey.

“We skipped breakfast, so you might want to eat some waybread while you ride. So far we are making good time, and I’d like it to continue this way.”

Ororo nodded respectfully at her prince, and situated her belongings into Celegroch’s saddle bags before mounting him.

The next few days passed in much the same way. They would ride until nightfall, often eating their meals on horseback. Ororo remained ever cheerful, which Lord Elladan found quite charming, while Legolas remained as stoic as ever where she was concerned. The River Anduin drew steadily nearer, Ororo could tell by the land. Light brown grass crunched beneath the hooves of her horse. The dense trees were thinning, giving way to open terrain.

Soon they would pass over the Misty Mountains and ride down into the valley of Rivendell. The white-haired maiden was anxious to arrive in the fabled ‘last of homely houses.’ She would be staying with Lord Elrond, an elf of legend, and his children. She’d met the twins Elladan and Elrohir before, as they traveled to Mirkwood often, but she had yet to see Arwen. Her beauty was renowned, it was said that she bore resemblance to her tragic ancestor Lú thien Tinuví el, the daughter conceived from the union of a Sindarin elf king and a Maia. Lú thien was the fairest born of Eru’s first children, and she married a man named Beren, forsaking her immortality. Arwen herself was in love with a man, but Ororo dearly hoped history would not be repeated in this case.

Immersed in her thought of tragic romance, Ororo didn’t realize they had arrived at the river. The sun was fast waning and the moon would soon rise. She beheld the water of the mighty Anduin for the first time, she became aware that she had not bathed for some time, and was nearing Rivendell. Not wanting to arrive in an unkempt state before nobility, she decided she would need to bathe.

She approached Legolas where he dismounted. “Prince Legolas, may I travel a small ways along the river to a spot where I might refresh myself?”

“It is fall, the water will be chill.“ He warned.

“Much like the elves I have a high tolerance for extreme temperatures, I shall manage.“

“I suppose these lands are safe enough, call for us if you even slightly sense danger.”

Ororo was irritated that he didn’t think she could take care of herself, but she wouldn’t dare talk back to her prince. She made her way on foot a short distance to a tranquil part of the river, where she could see the light of the fire from the camp, but where no one could see her. Swiftly, she slipped out of her clothing and laid them and her spare set near the water’s edge. First she tested the river delicately with her foot, and then waded in until the water reached her waist. It was most refreshing indeed, to let the cold water run over her after weary days upon the road. She used the soap weeds she had packed to help wash away the grime on her body and in her hair. After rinsing herself of suds, she reluctantly prepared to leave the river to dry off a bit on the banks before putting her clothes back on. She managed a couple steps towards shore before she felt something slimy wriggle against her legs. Ororo shrieked and ran the rest of the way to the bank. By the time she got there, two heroic elves were nearly upon her. Again she shrieked, this time because Lord Elladan and Prince Legolas could probably see her, in all her naked glory. She made a mad dash for her clothing, holding it to shield the front of her.

Legolas smirked at the way Ororo clutched her clothes to her breast, understanding that this was a false alarm. Elladan‘s face showed only concern. “What is the matter my lady? We heard you scream and thought you were in peril.”

“No, I’m all right, just there was something in the water. A slimy thing wrapped around my legs and it startled me.” Ororo’s dark skin flushed in the moonlight.

“Most likely a water snake Ororo, nothing to be frightened of. I trust you can get dressed without further incident?” Legolas tried hard not to laugh at her.

She stood dripping wet and incredibly embarrassed, she could only manage a weak nod of her head and watched them turn to leave. Sure that she now had privacy, Ororo pulled on her spare set of clothes. She didn’t see Legolas cast a furtive glance back, but Elladan caught it in his periphery and grinned.

Back at camp Ororo could barely look any of her elf companions in the eye. Her cheer had gone and was replaced with mortification. She ate her evening meal in silence and the elves were content to meditate under the stars. Her thoughts of Rivendell were momentarily interrupted by the nagging in her mind about whether Legolas or Elladan had seen her. Neither spoke of it afterwards so she had no way of knowing.

That night sleep didn’t come as quickly as it had before. She was left to her own musings over the night’s events and was surprised that there was something bothering her, greater than her worry over being visible. As the others slept, she wrote about it in her journal. She wondered, if Legolas had seen her, did he like what he saw?
Celegroch = swift horse

Melui nin = my lovely

Maia = equivalent of a lesser angel, such as below an archangel

Eru = God, the one God of creation (like in the Holy Bible.)
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