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A Reader insert that I came up with. It's about Wolverine aka Logan Howlett and his daughter. It has 1075 words.
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Hero x Hero
Hero x Villain
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I will my try my hand at kiss scenes (and maybe more than that if you so desire ;) ), but I've had little personal experience with such things. However, I've read plenty of books ;), so I shall use that to my advantage.

Please note that I am still in school, so updates will be sometimes spotty, sometimes nonexistent. I will try my best to update asap. Please place your requests on the Thing that says Marvel Requests, and I will add them to it. It will have a Requests in Progress section and a Finished Requests section.

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From Skyrim to Middle Earth ~Part Three~
Mikayla ran through a nightmare landscape. She  was being chased by something she couldn't identify. She was glad for once that she couldn't see. A voice she knew well called to her. It was Wind Runner! Mikayla woke surging upright but a hand on her chest pushed her back down.
"Easy, now. That spell of yours nearly killed you." A slightly annoyed voice said. Mikayla recognized it as the voice of  Erulissë.
"Ada, she's awake." Erulissë said. Mikayla blinked. King Thranduil was involved, too? She shook her head confused.
"Mikayla!" Ariana cried flinging herself at her much older friend. Mikayla gave Ariana a curious look. She felt soft linen under her hands then she remembered.
"Astral!" She cried. Wind Runner answered the unspoken query.
"Astral is fine," Wind Runner said. "What do you remember?"
"Hmm... I remember the Orc hurting Astral but nothing after that." Mikayla said.
"According to Ariana, you used the Forbidden Guardian spell. It drained your energy almost c
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From Skyrim to Middle Earth ~Part Two~
King Thranduil sat in his throne, his long, slim fingers tapping lightly on the arm of it. His crown of interwoven sticks and berries rests upon his head, the ends of it accentuating his high cheekbones. He wears a greenish blue tunic of silk, and black deerskin pants, soft soled dark blue boots of the same material upon his feet. A black-haired, blue-eyed young elf woman stood in the doorway with her companions and a white wolf with golden eyes at her side. She has a couple deadly-looking daggers, what appeared to be an alchemy bag, exploration kit and a black crescent moon mark under her right eye. Her armor was dark, bluish black leather, styled in an almost leaf-like pattern, with a circlet of jade studded with sapphires on her brow. Her companions were just as strangely dressed, but all of them had an aura of strength. One of them, an auburn-haired elf woman with violet eyes, shuddered. The black-haired woman with red eyes snickered.
“Serana.” The black-haired elf woma
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From Skyrim to Middle Earth ~Part One~
Sunlight filters through the ceiling of branches, shining upon sharp metal, braided hair and fierce expressions. Two creatures of deadly grace sparred with one another, both wielding twin blades, both with pointed ears. One pale haired, the other dark. The female blocked the pale one's attack with crossed blades, leaping back as he made a swipe at her stomach. She went for his shin with one hand the other going for his neck. He blocked the one going for his neck, but failed to block his shin.
He grimaced as a shallow cut opened up, but renewed his attack with a series of slashes, stabs and lunges. She parried them all, giving back some of her own. This would have continued for several more minutes, had he not let his guard slip for a fraction of a second. But it was all she needed and in a heartbeat she had one blade at his throat, the other at his chest. Ice blue eyes met with stormy grey. He let a smile grace his lips, eyes amused.
"Lle ume quel," he said. She smiled and lower
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Erulisse Thranduiliel
Name-Erulissë Thranduiliel
Race-Elf
Age-Looks to be 29 or so, is actually 88.
Parents-Mother and father died in the Battle of the Five Armies, she was adopted by King Thranduil.
Nicknames-Lisse, Warrior of the People, Hunting Grace.
Trademark-Dark blue Tengwar tattoo upon the right side of her jaw, and a scar upon her left temple. She always wears a metal leaf ring upon the second finger of her right hand in honor of one of her best friends who died in battle.
Physical Appearance-Tall and built like a willow tree with long, mahogany hair that falls to the middle of her back in waves, and stormy grey eyes set in a heart shaped face that boasts of high cheekbones and dark red lips.
Bio-Adopted when she was little more than six, she has lived with Thranduil for as long as she can remember. When she was fifty years old, she wounded in a fight against the deadly spiders that plague Mirkwood, thus gaining the scars on her left temple and right thigh. Thranduil is proud of her, and even
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Outsider
This bridge of rainbows that they built is beautiful, but that beauty hides a dark secret; it was built to cage our minds, to separate us. It's not something that everyone can use whenever they need to. No, it's commanded by the All-Father, and he is the one who holds control over whether it opens or closes. Heimdall, the ever faithful, golden eyed guardian may hold the key, but he is merely the control which the jailer holds over us all.
This is the newly and secretly published cry of a citizen of Alfheim, who calls herself Amorai Glaedriel. The adopted Jotun son of the All-Father reads it with a furrowed brow, and furiously whirring mind.
Odin will grip the call of changing times with an iron fist, seeking to crush it. But the changes that will come about are a new home, a new home for the suppressed and the innocent. Scream your defiance to the skies, as if the seat of the All-Father is empty, like no one's home to punish you. If we do not do this, they will burn down ever
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Guilty/Innocent
(I got this from Trixt3er. Feel free to ask me about anything you see on here! I am one Guilty Motherf*cker.)
Rules: You can only say guilty or innocent. You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you or asks you.
Asked someone to marry you? Innocent
Kissed one of your friends? Guilty
Danced on a table in a bar or tavern? Innocent
Ever told a lie? Guilty
Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have? Guilty
Ever kissed someone of the opposite sex? Guilty
Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Guilty
Kissed a picture? Guilty
Slept in until 5pm? Innocent
Fallen asleep at work or school? Guilty
Held a snake? Guilty
Been suspended from school? Innocent
Stolen something? Guilty
Done something you regret? Guilty
Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? Guilty
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Guilty
Kissed in the rain? Innocent
Sat on a roof top? Guilty
Sang in the shower? Guilty
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent
Slep
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The Fallen
It was destined to be a sad day. Though the sun shined bright, her heart was darkened by loss. They fought to drive back the army as the healers hurried the refugees into the city, swords singing, enemies screaming as they died. Just as she beheaded one soldier, she saw the sword plunge through her stomach, saw the blood come bubbling out of her mouth to stain her bright skin. She screamed in rage and many fighters, allies and enemies alike shuddered at the sound. She fought her way over to them, mercilessly cutting down the opposing forces in her path.
She got to her and twirled her twin blades warning at the foes around her, grey eyes flashing light lightning. Many chose to flee her wrath, yet the stubborn ones with death wishes had their prayers answered. Finally, there was a cleared ring around her, and her armor was splattered with crimson as she fell to her knees and cradled her head. She felt for a pulse and felt a crack open up her heart. She wept and held her head to her breas
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Small One
A small knock on Thranduil's door had him looking up from his book.
"Come in," he called. The door quivered, opened a little bit, as if the hinges were rusted metal. Then it fell shut for a moment. Finally, it swung open and a small blur dashed inside before it could shut again.
The blur solidified into a small child about three years old, dressed in a simple, scoop necked blue gray tunic that went to her knees. There was a gray silk belt about her waist, the ends of it going between her leather clad legs. She wore no slippers, preferring bare feet.
Wide, storm grey eyes looked out from a heart shaped face framed by mahogany waves. Two braids at her temples kept most of it out of her vision. She approached with swift steps taken with the balls of her feet, for she was faster that way. She laid a hand on his knee as he leaned forward to better hear whatever she had to say.
"Ada," she said, voice naturally husky, even for a girl-child. "Will you come outside with me?" She tilted her head
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I'm a serious artist, and I only answer serious artist questions. I'm kidding, I answer silly questions, too. I also don't wear shoes and I'm a piece of shit.
Currently writing a book that I hope to publish.
My name means grace, and Since there is no translation for hannah, Grace is the one I use. In Elvish, Grace is Erulissë (Air-oo-leese-say).
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Mikayla ran through a nightmare landscape. She  was being chased by something she couldn't identify. She was glad for once that she couldn't see. A voice she knew well called to her. It was Wind Runner! Mikayla woke surging upright but a hand on her chest pushed her back down.

"Easy, now. That spell of yours nearly killed you." A slightly annoyed voice said. Mikayla recognized it as the voice of  Erulissë.

"Ada, she's awake." Erulissë said. Mikayla blinked. King Thranduil was involved, too? She shook her head confused.

"Mikayla!" Ariana cried flinging herself at her much older friend. Mikayla gave Ariana a curious look. She felt soft linen under her hands then she remembered.

"Astral!" She cried. Wind Runner answered the unspoken query.

"Astral is fine," Wind Runner said. "What do you remember?"

"Hmm... I remember the Orc hurting Astral but nothing after that." Mikayla said.

"According to Ariana, you used the Forbidden Guardian spell. It drained your energy almost completely." King Thranduil said softly. His voice reminded Mikayla of an old friend she had lost long ago. King Thranduil sat down on the edge of the bed. Mikayla reached out her hand. Her fingers lightly traced King Thranduil's face. The gentle, unwavering  touch of her hand startled King Thranduil. Even Erulissë wouldn't do that.

"You remind me of  an old friend," Mikayla said then lowered her hand. "You are hurt. Not physically but there is a scar on your heart. You loved someone very much but when she died it hurt you. I know what that's like, King Thranduil." She turned away from the Elven King to hide the sorrow she felt. Her hand went to the locket around her neck.

"How did your friend die?" King Thranduil asked gently.

"He was murdered. The person who killed him got away with it. Only Karliah and I know the truth of how Gallus died," Mikayla answered. "He was my Shadow-Brother."

Erulissë  felt her own heart swell with remembered sadness, and she fingered the metal leaf ring on the third finger of her left hand, blinking away the tears that wanted to surface. Even when Draugiel had died, it had been on the battlefield, and her killer had been swiftly punished by her hand.

"I think all of us have felt some measure of what you felt for your friend," Erulissë  said softly. "Having lost someone in our hearts in a similar if not exact manner." Despite her appeared age of a young woman in her mid to late twenties, she was far older than that.

She sighed, then looked at Mikayla, and tilted her head in consideration, wondering if she should do what she had wanted to since the visitors had arrived.

Mikayla could feel Erulissë's gaze on her but couldn't meet her eyes for as she had spoken of Gallus's murder it brought back the memories in vivid detail. She covered her face with her hands and wept. Karliah watched her knowing what her shadow-sister was remembering but knowing there was nothing she could do.

"If I may," Erulissë said softly. "I would show you something from my mind to yours." Memory sharing was a rare gift that had been passed on along her family bloodline, one she had discovered when she was about thirty years old.

"You want to be in my head?" Mikayla asked. She considered it when Erulissë nodded. Karliah stared. Was Mikayla actually considering this?! It took three years before she let Karliah in!

"You wouldn't do anything but show me what you want to show me?" Mikayla asked. She felt Erulissë touch her mind and let her in though she kept a strong barrier around her memories. The song in her mind wrapped around the Elven warrior, a gentle lullaby forever within Mikayla's mind. Though when Erulissë tried to recall the song she never could.

The Elven warrior sighed and let her mind gently brush against Mikayla's as colors formed and began to swirl. A babbling brook formed, and the form of a slender young woman appeared, dangling dainty feet in the water. Rich red hair fell to her waist in straight, shimmering locks, and a person in the shade of the trees moved closer, making only the smallest of noises. But the redhead heard and turned her head, a dazzling smile on her golden skinned face, bright, aquamarine eyes shimmering with happiness.

"You're here," she said. The figure in the shadows came forwards into the light, and it was Erulissë. She looked somehow younger, and when one looked at her grey eyes, they would realize it was because grief did not shadow them then as it did now.

"Of course I came," the warrior replied, removing her softsoled leather boots. "Why would I miss any opportunity to relax with my best friend?"

The image faded away to be replaced by one of elves in battle with the Orcs, human fighters all around them, as well. It had been destined to be a sad day, even though the sun shined bright as they fought to drive back the army as the healers hurried the refugees into the city, swords singing, enemies screaming as they died. Just as she beheaded an Orc, she saw the sword plunge through her friend's stomach, saw the blood come bubbling out of her mouth to stain her bright skin. She screamed in rage and allies and enemies alike shuddered at the sound. She fought her way over, mercilessly cutting down the opposing forces in her path. She got to her and twirled her twin blades, grey eyes flashing like lightning. Many chose to flee her wrath, yet the stubborn ones with death wishes had their prayers answered.

Finally, there was a cleared ring around her, and her armor was splattered with crimson as she fell to her knees and cradled her head and felt a crack open up her heart. She wept and held her head to her breast, mourning her best friend. The fight had ended by the time she wiped away her tears. She stroked her hair, closed her eyelids, and removed the leaf ring from the third finger of her left hand, sliding it onto the second finger of her right.

"Goodbye, Mellonamin," she whispered, kissing her cool forehead. She gathered her into her arms, her weight much less than hers, and stood as her father came over and looked at the fallen warrior, his features softening from the harsh lines that battle always drew unto his face. The images slowly faded away as the Warrior withdrew from the Alchemy Apprentice's mind.

"There is something I wish to show you." Mikayla said. Erulisse was skeptical and Mikayla sensed it.

"Every full moon I gain the power to see. Gallus was killed on the full moon." Mikayla said. Erulisse let her in. Dark purple, dark blue and black swirled together to fade into a stone ruin. A man with brown hair and vibrant hazel eyes stood before the ruin with a younger Karliah at his side.A much younger Mikayla walked up. She seemed unfazed by the cold. A man with black hair and green eyes followed.

"Gallus. Let's get this over with," Young Mikayla said. "I'm running out of excuses." The man at her side smirked.

"This happened twenty-five years ago. The black-haired man is Mercer Frey...Gallus's killer." A voice at Erulisse's side said. Erulisse turned to find Mikayla as she knew her standing beside her. Mikayla put a finger to lips for silence and indicated that Erulisse continue to observe the scene.

"Seriously, Gallus! It's freezing." Mercer said. His body tensed and the younger Mikayla moved as the younger Karliah cried out a warning. She put herself between Gallus and Mercer's blade. She cried out as Mercer's blade ripped open her back from her left shoulder to her right hip. She fell against Gallus blood streaming down her back. He caught her then pushed her behind him. Gallus and Mercer fought. A hidden blade in Mercer's hand plunged into Gallus' heart. The younger Karliah screamed as Gallus fell, his lifeblood pouring onto the snow. Karliah fired an arrow into Mercer's chest, just missing his heart. The younger Mikayla used the last of her strength to plunge a dagger into Mercer's leg yelling at the younger Karliah to run. With a snarl of rage, Mercer delivered a blow that slammed the younger Mikayla into the side of the ruin. As everything faded Mercer ripped the dagger from his leg and tossed it onto the snow. Dark purple, dark blue and black swirled together once more leaving Erulisse facing the mental manifestation of Mikayla.

"I lost everything. I couldn't return to the Thieves' Guild. No one would believe me. So I left the Guild, keeping away so Mercer wouldn't know I was still alive." Mikayla told her then Erulisse blinked and she was looking into the concerned face of King Thranduil. Mikayla was asleep. Astral lay at her side.
From Skyrim to Middle Earth ~Part Three~
Both Mikayla and Erulissë share memories that changed them.
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King Thranduil sat in his throne, his long, slim fingers tapping lightly on the arm of it. His crown of interwoven sticks and berries rests upon his head, the ends of it accentuating his high cheekbones. He wears a greenish blue tunic of silk, and black deerskin pants, soft soled dark blue boots of the same material upon his feet. A black-haired, blue-eyed young elf woman stood in the doorway with her companions and a white wolf with golden eyes at her side. She has a couple deadly-looking daggers, what appeared to be an alchemy bag, exploration kit and a black crescent moon mark under her right eye. Her armor was dark, bluish black leather, styled in an almost leaf-like pattern, with a circlet of jade studded with sapphires on her brow. Her companions were just as strangely dressed, but all of them had an aura of strength. One of them, an auburn-haired elf woman with violet eyes, shuddered. The black-haired woman with red eyes snickered.

“Serana.” The black-haired elf woman said without turning around.

“You are NO fun, Mikayla,” Serana snapped. “Selana is more fun than you.” Mikayla simply smiled then walked toward the throne. Her companions hurried after her. Mikayla bowed then fixed her blind blue eyes on the Elf King.

“Greetings, Elf King. I am Mikayla Black-Briar,” Mikayla said. “These are my companions Karliah, Serana, Akhara, Ariana, Selana, Wind Runner, Lunaris and Solaris.” Her companions bowed. Only Serana was reluctant. Lunaris tucked a strand of her long white hair behind her ear and regarded King Thranduil with gray eyes. Mikayla tilted her head as the throne room doors opened.

His daughter, Erulissë, stood in the doorway, wearing her usual black leather armor with silver stitching, her everyday long daggers on each hip. Her long waves of mahogany brown were pulled back from her face by nine small braids that had been braided until they were one, the rest of her hair falling loosely to her waist. She wore her traditional circlet of beaten silver, and the blue tattoo on her right jaw and the scar on her left temple stood out since they were not covered. Mikayla turned to face the young elf warrior woman.

The two elf women regarded each other.

“You must be Erulissë. You are his daughter,” Mikayla said softly. “Karliah, tell me what she looks like.” Karliah described Erulissë to Mikayla.

“How can she be an Alchemist’s Apprentice if she cannot see?” Erulissë wondered. She was unaware she’d spoken aloud until Mikayla spoke, and mentally cringed at her uncharacteristic blunder.

“I can tell what a herb is by the shape, the feel, the smell. I may not be able to see but my skin is hypersensitive and I have a good sense of smell.” Mikayla answered. King Thranduil rose from his throne and walked to stand in front of Mikayla. She faced him head bowed. He rested his hand on her hair, smoothed the long black strands gently, then tipped her head up, regarding her with his regal, ice blue gaze. The wolf at her side snarled and Mikayla stroked the white fur to calm the wolf.

“You and your companions are welcome here,” King Thranduil said. “Erulissë will help you and your friends get settled.”

The scarred, tattooed female bowed at the waist, right fist over her heart, the other behind her back, a gesture of warmth and respect for their visitors.

"Follow me in a moment, please," she said, then went over to her king and father, speaking in rapid Elven.  After several fierce questions and replies, she seemed satisfied. She kissed his left cheek, which seemed to have some significance, for his icy gaze melted under the caress of that one action.

"Diola lle, Ada,"
she said, then returned to them. "This way, if you will." She led them down the hall and made no effort to hide the curious glances she cast at them.

"What are you staring at?" Serana snapped. Mikayla turned to her friend.

"Serana, that was rude," Mikayla scolded then turned to Erulissë. "I  apologize for my friend's behaviour. She didn't want to come with me but I insisted on her coming. Serana is one stubborn vampire."

"Out of curiosity, can you understand Elven?" Erulissë asked. Mikayla nodded. Suddenly she winced and placed a slim, elegant hand against her brow.

"Are you alright?" Erulissë asked. Mikayla nodded. The crescent moon under her eye began glowing. Mikayla spoke but her voice had a strange echo to it.

"Mother, what is it?" Mikayla asked. She  listened to the response only she could hear. She turned to Karliah who groaned.

"Not again." Karliah muttered. Suddenly a tremor ran through Mikayla who blinked as the crescent moon ceased glowing.

"I  hate it when Mother does that." She said. Karliah grimaced.

"How does Lady Nocturnal do that?" Karliah asked.

"She's a Daedra. Who knows how she does the things she does." Mikayla responded. Ariana -a red-haired, green-eyed girl- stumbled and fell. Mikayla was at her side instantly.

"I'm okay." Ariana said. She got back up. Lunaris spoke.

"Good thing Erik isn't here. The jerk would not let you forget you fell." Lunaris said. Ariana looked at Erulissë's scar curiosity in her green eyes.

"How did you get that?" Ariana asked.

"In a battle against the giant, bloodthirsty spiders that inhabit the darker parts of Mirkwood," she responded. "I hope none of you had the misfortune of meeting them. They're nasty things with a penchant for trying to eat dwarves especially," she added. "I have another one from the same battle on my thigh. Ah, here we are."

She paused in front of a giant, oaken door carved with intricate forest scenes and pushed them open.

"All of your rooms are connected by slightly hidden doors, but you seem like an intelligent lot, so you should be able to find them," Erulissë paused. "Are any of you hungry or anything?"

"You realize there is a slight problem, right?" Serana asked Mikayla in a soft voice.

"You'll manage. You always have." Mikayla replied just as softly. Solaris blinked twice then tapped Lunaris' shoulder.

"Hey, Mikayla? Your hands are on fire again." Lunaris said. Mikayla glanced at her hands. The flames went out. Ariana gave Mikayla a serious look.

"Not my fault, kiddo." Mikayla said.

"I hate being called that." Ariana said.

"I can't believe we're stuck with an eight-year-old." Akhara -who had been silent up until now- said. Wind Runner was shuddering.

"Is she alright?" Erulissë asked.

"Wind Runner hates spiders." Mikayla explained. The wolf at her side snarled softly.

"Stop that, Astral." Mikayla said patiently. Astral pressed closer to Mikayla  then began to growl. Mikayla  opened her mouth to speak but a blur suddenly shot from the  room beyond. Astral grew huge then leapt, slamming into the O that dared attack her mistress. The Orc sent Astral flying. She slammed into the wall with a yelp.

"Astral!" Mikayla cried. She  rushed to Astral's side and knelt down. She glared at the Orc fury radiating from her body and her eyes blazing.

"Forbidden Guardian I call to thee
Rise from the ground to protect me
SO MOTE IT BE!"
Mikayla cried out, her voice echoing with power.

"Mikayla! NO! The last time you tried that spell the energy cost nearly killed you!" Ariana cried.

A creature rose from the ground and killed the Orc. It bowed to Mikayla then vanished. Mikayla fainted.

Never before had Erulissë been so shocked and enraged-never before had an Orc been able to penetrate the deep winding halls of Mirkwood, and her grey gaze turned into a tempest, the different shades of cloud swirling and crackling like grey lightning. Without realizing it, she had drawn her daggers and her lip was curled. Before she could act Astral whined nudging her mistress. Astral tipped back her head and howled. Ariana knelt at Mikayla's side.

The Elven warrior princess stirred herself out of her position, sheathing her daggers so fast they were a blur and put a staying hand out towards them.

"Stay here, please," she said. "I'll go and fetch Ada. He can help with Mikayla." She whirled and sprinted off towards where she knew he would be-his study. She barreled right in, forgoing the usual formal knock. Thranduil looked up from where he stood at his desk, dressed in some of his more casual court attire.

"Ada, amin anta lle tua," she said. "Asca," she urged. His brow furrowed, for he knew she would not be so demanding in normal circumstances, and he followed her as they raced back to where she had left Mikayla and her companions.
From Skyrim to Middle Earth ~Part Two~
Meeting of Mikayla Black-Briar and The Royalty of Mirkwood, Part two.

Diola lle, Ada-Thank you, Father.
Amin anta lle tua-I need your help.
Asca-hurry.
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Sunlight filters through the ceiling of branches, shining upon sharp metal, braided hair and fierce expressions. Two creatures of deadly grace sparred with one another, both wielding twin blades, both with pointed ears. One pale haired, the other dark. The female blocked the pale one's attack with crossed blades, leaping back as he made a swipe at her stomach. She went for his shin with one hand the other going for his neck. He blocked the one going for his neck, but failed to block his shin.

He grimaced as a shallow cut opened up, but renewed his attack with a series of slashes, stabs and lunges. She parried them all, giving back some of her own. This would have continued for several more minutes, had he not let his guard slip for a fraction of a second. But it was all she needed and in a heartbeat she had one blade at his throat, the other at his chest. Ice blue eyes met with stormy grey. He let a smile grace his lips, eyes amused.

"Lle ume quel," he said. She smiled and lowered her blades, sheathing them at her hips. He did the same.

"Diola lle, Ada," she replied. "But considering that you are the one who has trained me, I say that it is no surprise." He raised an eyebrow.

"Is this cockiness I hear?" though he didn't show it, she knew he was amused.

"No, Ada," she smirked. "It is confidence and a compliment to my teacher." They began to walk away from the clearing, falling into step with one another.

"What are you going to do, tinuamin," he asked. "When I no longer have anything new to teach you?"

"What I have always done when I can no longer learn," she shrugged, looking at him. "I move on to another thing, but practice lest I become rusty and weak."

"And what do you suppose you will move onto next?" he returned her gaze.

"Perhaps I will work on my tracking skills," she shrugged again. "I do not know, Ada. I may not know even then."

"In any case," he said, sheathing his swords. "We have a visitor from a faraway place, called Skyrim. I hear that she is an Alchemist Apprentice."

"Skyrim?" she echoed. "I've never heard of it. What's her name? Do you know?" Thranduil fixed her with a stare, one that was returned with raising of a finely arched brow.

"You will find out, later," he replied. "When she and her company arrive."

"Auta miqula orqu, Ada," she mumbled, but from the sharp look Thranduil gave her, he had heard it.

"If you weren't my daughter," he told her. She grinned.

"Amin sinta," she kissed his cheek, sheathing her own blades. "You would cut my tongue out for such insolent irreverence." He allowed himself a small smile as he cupped the back of her head.

"Uma," he said, striding towards the main hall. "I would. But I love you and our talks far too dearly to do that. Go put away your weapons and gear and meet me in the throne room."

"Yes, Ada" she nodded and strode to her rooms, while he did the same.
From Skyrim to Middle Earth ~Part One~
For my friend, moonlight-prisoner.deviantart.…. Hope you like it Moon! And don't be afraid to collaborate with me.

lle ume quel-You do well
Diola lle-Thank you
Tinuamin-My daughter
Auta miqula orqu, Ada-Go kiss an orc, Father
Amin Sinta- I know
Uma-yes
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Name-Erulissë Thranduiliel

Race-Elf

Age-Looks to be 29 or so, is actually 88.

Parents-Mother and father died in the Battle of the Five Armies, she was adopted by King Thranduil.

Nicknames-Lisse, Warrior of the People, Hunting Grace.

Trademark-Dark blue Tengwar tattoo upon the right side of her jaw, and a scar upon her left temple. She always wears a metal leaf ring upon the second finger of her right hand in honor of one of her best friends who died in battle.

Physical Appearance-Tall and built like a willow tree with long, mahogany hair that falls to the middle of her back in waves, and stormy grey eyes set in a heart shaped face that boasts of high cheekbones and dark red lips.

Bio-Adopted when she was little more than six, she has lived with Thranduil for as long as she can remember. When she was fifty years old, she wounded in a fight against the deadly spiders that plague Mirkwood, thus gaining the scars on her left temple and right thigh. Thranduil is proud of her, and even though she is not his birth daughter, they are bound by blood. She had made a blood oath to him to always respect him as both her king and father. And he had vowed to always cherish her as both subject and child. It was a beautiful bond that they had. Full of love, understanding and respect.
Erulisse Thranduiliel
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Colored india ink as well as black. I think I fucked up on the yes. damn. I knew I should have left them white.
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