Fra: "Elizabeth Dunn" Til: Emne: [OFUM] Badfic Entry for use in OFUM Dato: 19. april 2003 02:37 [Caraid's note:] What a rousing little challenge to give to us. As I cannot butcher my spelling like that, I decided to massacre canon in another way. A blatant MS and badfic in the style of someone who has found a link to the Encyclopedia of Arda and started ripping apart canon from there. Please Elrond, don't maim me for giving you another daughter (an older daughter--by someone not Celebrian no less). Please don't maim me for making you utter 'ten is a good number'. I feel so dirty now. Anway, blatant MS, classic Legomance, missing Gimli, stunning plotholes and the whole nine yards! [a/n]I don't own Tolkien, I never will. I do own the character of Arda. And if you want to use her, you can e-mail me. :) plz rnr! no flames!!!!!!!! ok, n2 the story!!!!! Lady Arda of the Elves Her name was Arda, and she was the most beautiful creature in Middle-earth; nay, the most beautiful creature ever to inhabit Middle-earth. Her dark hair was tempered with red, making it a rich auburn color, cascading past her waist in thick waves. Her eyes were a piercing green, though they turned blue when she was happy and violet when she was angry. Her complexion was flawless, her skin soft and pale, like all Elves, but she had a healthy glow about her, from her shapely legs, to her dainty waist and her proud breasts, to the slender column of her throat. Her beauty surpassed that of Luthien, but that was only right, as she was descended from Beren and Luthien on her father's side. Her father was none other than the Peredhil, himself, Lord Elrond. Early in the Second Age, after both Elrond and Elros made their respective choices to be counted with Elves or Men, a spirit from the West visited Elrond where they shared a great love, and a daughter was conceived. The Maia told Elrond he would find love again, and that when the time was appropriate, his Firstborn would return to him, for she would prove to do great things for Middle-earth. She then departed with her daughter, giving her to the long-lived Ents to care for. It wasn't until the Third Age that Arda ever met her father. She had spent six millennia in Middle-earth, living for the most part alone in Fangorn Forest, learning lore from Treebeard. She passed many centuries that way, listening to him and the other Ents recite poetry. She ventured out to the cities of Men, learning Westron. She used her time in Middle-earth to become a scholar. She had forgotten more things than anyone mortal or immortal would ever know. Her mother came to her one night in a dream, like the light of a Silmaril, telling her at last it was time for her to seek out her father, Lord Elrond, at his refuge of Imladris. She bid farewell to the Ents and followed the light of her mother's spirit to where she would, at last, meet her father. ~*~ When she at last arrived at Imladris, there were others of varied races also gathering. She encountered a party of Dwarves, and welcomed them in their own language. She saw some other Dwarfish beings that others called Hobbits. There were men, but more than anything, there were Elves. Her father's people. Her people. She was greeted warmly by a beautiful Elf named Arwen, her sister, and shown immediately to Lord Elrond. She was glad of her mother's warning to make sure she brought only her best clothing. Her dress was of a deep auburn, slightly more red than her hair, trimmed with gold and green. It hung from her shoulders and clung to her breasts and hips, emphasizing her tiny waist before falling to the floor. Her sleeves were deep, trailing to the floor as she lifted her arms. Upon seeing her, Lord Elrond immediately dismissed all others from their presence. "At last," Lord Elrond said, "This must be the time that your mother spoke of. Though I wish I could have laid eyes on you sooner, this day brings me both joy and pain. Joy that I finally get to see my eldest child, but pain knowing what the circumstances of our meeting would be." "It is also for me," Arda stated lovingly. "I have always wanted to come to this place of learning, but it is the one place on Middle-earth that was forbidden to me." For long moments they stood with joined hands, looking at each other, before Elrond opened his arms and hugged her tight against his chest, kissing her cheeks and forehead. "You are even more precious to me than the children I raised, for you were long denied to me. Your mother said I would love again, and though I did love Celebrķan, it never compared to the feelings I had for your mother." Arda brushed tears from her father's eyes. "Neither my mother nor I begrudge you falling in love with Celebrķan. We are both happy that you found someone to share your life with as neither of us could be in yours." ~*~ The next morning, there was a council of all the assorted guests, concerning what one of the little Hobbits had brought with him*the One Ring of power, displayed before them all, like a terrible and evil object born of the mind of a demented enemy. Arda wanted nothing to do with such an evil thing. She listened to the tales, but as she was, across the council her green eyes met those of an Elf from Mirkwood. Arda, at last, knew why her mother had guided her to Imladris. From a meeting of their eyes, she knew why she had spent six thousand years in Middle-earth. He spoke eloquently on the horrors of Orcs raiding his home, slaying the guards guarding Gollum, and taking the creature with them. After he resumed his seat, Arda gave him a reassuring smile, and Legolas son of Thraduil seemed more at ease. "The Ring must be destroyed," Elrond said at last, after all those who had come had spoken. Arda stood. "But no craft that we here possess can destroy it," she said. She had read extensively about the One Ring. "Correct," Elrond replied. "It must be cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." "Mount Doom," Arda breathed. "In the heart of Mordor." "It is folly," one of the men from Gondor said. "One cannot simply walk into Mordor. Not with all the armies in the world could we accomplish this." Elrond fixed his gaze on the man. "And yet, it must be done." "And I suppose you're going to be the one to do it?" a gruff Dwarf demanded, just before the entire council broke out in angry violence. Just when it seemed weapons would be drawn and blood would be shed, one of the Hobbits stepped forward. "I will take it," he called over the din. "I will take the Ring to Mordor," he volunteered. ~*~ Arda rubbed her temples as she waited outside Lord Elrond's chambers. She bowed her head as Glorfindel left, and entered her father's presence once again. "You summoned me, Father?" Arda asked. Elrond smiled. "Father, I like to hear that from your lips." Then, he sighed. "Though it pains my heart, I fear I must ask you to accompany Frodo on his Quest to destroy the Ring. Your mother told me that you would do great things, so though I have just found you, I must ask you to venture into peril and almost certain death. Ten is a good number." Arda shook her head. "No, Father," she said, rushing up to him, taking his hands. "Though I would gladly face peril, I have already foreseen there are other things I must do. Gandalf spoke of the treason of Saruman. Isengard is so close to where I was raised. Next, he could harm the Ents, and I could not abide that. Let me go back to Fangorn forest and rouse the Ents to help us in this war. Nine is a much better number, Father. Nine walkers to balance the Nine riders." Elrond nodded once more, and smiled in relief. "You are right, my fairest daughter. Nine is a much more sensible number." He kissed her forehead. "But do not be in such haste to leave Rivendell. The time is not so perilous that you must leave immediately." Arda smiled, embracing her father. "Yes, Father," she said gladly. "Now go," Elrond said, holding her by the shoulders. "It is late, and we all are weary." Arda smiled again, and leaned on her tiptoes to kiss her father's forehead before leaving his chamber. She didn't expect to encounter anyone, much less the handsome Legolas Thranduilion. "I thought I saw you go in," Legolas said with a smile. "I have never seen any Elf more beautiful than you," he blurted. "Elbereth has smiled upon me to bring me into your presence, Firstborn of Elrond." Arda touched his cheek. "When I first looked upon you, I knew the reason why I have lingered in Middle-earth," she told him. "It was so I would find a soul with whom I could live out eternity." Legolas smiled as he echoed her gesture, only he brought their lips together in a passionate kiss. ~*~ As the Fellowhip set out, Arda bade goodbye to Legolas, knowing they would meet again after the Quest. She set out and rode South on Shadowfax to the borders of Fangorn forest, where she let the Mearas free. Once in the Forest, she called an