Little Dove
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M through R › Mummy, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,987
Reviews:
7
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Leaving the Oasis
DISCLAIMER (the boring stuff):
Lock-Nah and Ardeth Bey are copyrighted characters of Universal Studios, Stephen Sommers, and/or any of the persons or companies not mentioned but in affiliation with The Mummy and The Mummy Returns, all rights remain with them. Neither I, nor this story, are connected to those holding the copyright to these characters, nor do I received any finical or material gain from the publication of this narrative.
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A/N: I am not Muslim, but in my story Ardeth is and I truly wish to reflect the Muslims’ beautiful traditions and rich culture as accurately as possible and I did my best to research Islam. My information is based primarily from the websites listed below. If I offend anyone of the Islam faith by any misrepresentation I beg you forgive my ignorance and please contact me so that I can make the necessary corrections. Peace be with you.
Understand Islam:
http://www.understanding-islam.com/
Women in (Islam) Society:
http://www.usc.edu/dept/MSA/humanrelations/womeninislam/womeninsociety.html
What Christians Should Know About Islam:
http://www.30-days.net/islam/index.htm
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3: Leaving the Oasis
Ardeth woke first, Jemima still in his arms, a faint and familiar smile upon her soft lips. Gently her reached over and moved her hair from her glorious face; he did not have words strong enough to thank Allah for bringing his lovely bride into his life. He lay in bed savoring the feel of having her so close to him, eventually she stirred. Her dark eyes fluttered opened and she looked up into her husband’s face.
“Good Morning.” He said softly, bringing her hand to his lips. She returned his salutation and smiled brightly.
“I feared for a moment that last night was but a dream.” She said, mirroring his earlier fears.
“I assure you, Habiba, I am quit real.” He guaranteed, placing a kiss upon the palm of her hand and a second on her inner wrist. She giggled softly explaining that his whiskers tickled. He smiled at her and rolled her beneath his body. She kissed him deeply, stirring a lustful hunger within him. He moved his kisses from her lips to her neck; she moaned his name softly, wrapping her legs about his waist. He returned to her lips, pressing his hardness against her, his lips capturing the small whimpering sounds she was making. Her nails dug into his shoulders as a knock at the door shattered the mood.
Ardeth pulled his lips from hers with a sigh. “Yes, what is it?” he asked, a tinge of frustration entering his words.
“Forgive the interruption, my chief,” the voice said through the door “but we received word that a massive storm is two days away.”
“I understand.” Was all Ardeth said; tenderly he stroked Jemima’s cheek, as footsteps retreated down the hallway. “We should start getting ready to leave.” He explained, kissing her forehead “Do not fear Little Dove, I will keep the promise I made last night.” She smiled brightly at him, her eyes sparkling like jewels; he kissed her again, before climbing out of bed. Upon seeing the damage she had done to his back she gasped loudly and repeated “I’m sorry” over and over again.
Ardeth twisted to see the reflection of his back in the small mirror above the dresser. His back was covered with dozens of angry red scratch marks, some dotted with blood. He smiled as he tenderly pulled Jemima’s hands away from her mouth and kissed each one.
“I gladly wear the signs of your passion.” He explained.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked.
“It is a good pain that I will enjoy for several days.” He said a roguish grin upon his lips.
“I’m sorry, Ardeth, I won’t do it again.” She quickly added.
“Little Dove, I enjoy the feel of your nails on my back.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. “You do not need to stop.” He took her hands and gently pulled her to her feet. “Come, Habiba, we must get cleaned up and packed if we are to leave soon.”
Jemima had packed her clothes and a small number of books in two trunks and her few and most precious belongings in a smaller one. Ardeth instructed some of his men to load the trunks with the other supplies, before gesturing for Jemima to follow him.
Away from the hustle and bustle of his men packing and preparing for the long journey back home a woman dressed in grey and black sat in the shade speaking quietly with man sitting to her right. Ardeth lead his bride to the sitting couple who stood up upon his approach.
“Jemima, this is Naseem and his wife Yazmin. Yazmin is my older sister; I thought you might like someone to travel with, so I asked them to join us on our journey here.” Ardeth explained.
“It is nice to meet you, Yazmin.” Jemima began shyly. “May I ask into the meaning behind your name?” Jemima asked, using the polite action of enquire into the meaning of her name as a way of beginning a conversation.
“I would be honored to tell you.” Yazmin explained it was obvious that she was smiling behind the black veil she wore. Once the men were convinced that their wives were well on their way to a friendly relationship, Ardeth suggested that he and Naseem we should help the others. Ardeth and Naseem politely excused themselves to make their way towards the noisy commotion.
Ardeth paused in his loading to glance back at his wife and sister, pleased that they were getting along so well. He smiled to himself as Yazmin displayed the formal robes she was working on, detailed embroidery of bright silver stood out in brilliant contrast to dark black fabric. Not wanting to be rude by staring at the women, Ardeth returned to helping the men secure the grain they had acquired.
One of the locals who was helping the Med-jai gather their rations and supplies, handed off the bag of dried tea and made his way back as though to grab another item; but instead he slipped away, unnoticed and vanished around the nearest corner. Stealth fully he wove his way through the alleyways until he arrived at his destination, a small darkened house where two well armed men wearing red and black waited just inside. Quickly they grabbed the man, who yelped in surprise.
“I have information.” The man quickly uttered.
“Let him go.” A deep voice ordered, the men immediately obeyed, bowing their heads respectfully.
“Speak.” The owner of the voice coming into view, thin streams of sunlight streaked across Lock-Nah’s massive body and stern face.
“The Med-jai, they believe the sandstorm tale and are packing to leave. It will be an hour maybe two before they are ready to begin their journey.” The man quickly reported.
“Excellent.” Lock-Nah said with a dark grin. He tossed a small bag of gold at the man who clumsily caught it before scurrying out of the house.
“What is the next step in our plan?” One of the guardsmen asked.
“We ride. The Med-jai will make camp; Ardeth will not travel through the night with his bride. We will travel through the night until we find one of the Med-jai’s scouting parties.”
“What then?”
“We ambush them, leave one to tell the tale they are bound to know that their chief is returning so our messenger will intercept the caravan. Our actions will draw the Med-jai away from the group; once they have left we grab Jemima. When Ardeth comes to rescue her, I kill him.”
“Yazmin, I see you wear the Niqab, is that a requirement among out tribe?” Jemima asked, watching her sister-in-law carefully fold and put away her latest sewing project.
“No, not at all. I wear it partially for protection against the sand; even the men will cover their faces while traveling. I can loan you a Niqab for travel should you not have one, I hear a sand storm is approaching.” Yazmin politely explained the smile never fading from her eyes or voice.
“Thank you, I think I will accept your offer.”
“Once we start moving, I will pull it out of my trunk for you. Keep it until we return to our village.”
“Again, thank you.” Jemima said, turning her head just as Ardeth released a falcon, curious she at Yazmin for an explanation.
“The falcon is Horus, as we are leaving ahead of schedule Horus will deliver a message to our village, letting them know to expect us early.”
It was late in the morning when the Med-jai finally began their long trek across the Egyptian desert to their home. Yazmin and Jemima sat in the back of one of the carts, the two women continued to talk along their journey, Jemima assisting Yazmin with her embroidery. Ardeth as their chief needed to take point, while Naseem was permitted to ride closer to the center, near the cart and women.
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Niqab – facial veil
Lock-Nah and Ardeth Bey are copyrighted characters of Universal Studios, Stephen Sommers, and/or any of the persons or companies not mentioned but in affiliation with The Mummy and The Mummy Returns, all rights remain with them. Neither I, nor this story, are connected to those holding the copyright to these characters, nor do I received any finical or material gain from the publication of this narrative.
*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*
A/N: I am not Muslim, but in my story Ardeth is and I truly wish to reflect the Muslims’ beautiful traditions and rich culture as accurately as possible and I did my best to research Islam. My information is based primarily from the websites listed below. If I offend anyone of the Islam faith by any misrepresentation I beg you forgive my ignorance and please contact me so that I can make the necessary corrections. Peace be with you.
Understand Islam:
http://www.understanding-islam.com/
Women in (Islam) Society:
http://www.usc.edu/dept/MSA/humanrelations/womeninislam/womeninsociety.html
What Christians Should Know About Islam:
http://www.30-days.net/islam/index.htm
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3: Leaving the Oasis
Ardeth woke first, Jemima still in his arms, a faint and familiar smile upon her soft lips. Gently her reached over and moved her hair from her glorious face; he did not have words strong enough to thank Allah for bringing his lovely bride into his life. He lay in bed savoring the feel of having her so close to him, eventually she stirred. Her dark eyes fluttered opened and she looked up into her husband’s face.
“Good Morning.” He said softly, bringing her hand to his lips. She returned his salutation and smiled brightly.
“I feared for a moment that last night was but a dream.” She said, mirroring his earlier fears.
“I assure you, Habiba, I am quit real.” He guaranteed, placing a kiss upon the palm of her hand and a second on her inner wrist. She giggled softly explaining that his whiskers tickled. He smiled at her and rolled her beneath his body. She kissed him deeply, stirring a lustful hunger within him. He moved his kisses from her lips to her neck; she moaned his name softly, wrapping her legs about his waist. He returned to her lips, pressing his hardness against her, his lips capturing the small whimpering sounds she was making. Her nails dug into his shoulders as a knock at the door shattered the mood.
Ardeth pulled his lips from hers with a sigh. “Yes, what is it?” he asked, a tinge of frustration entering his words.
“Forgive the interruption, my chief,” the voice said through the door “but we received word that a massive storm is two days away.”
“I understand.” Was all Ardeth said; tenderly he stroked Jemima’s cheek, as footsteps retreated down the hallway. “We should start getting ready to leave.” He explained, kissing her forehead “Do not fear Little Dove, I will keep the promise I made last night.” She smiled brightly at him, her eyes sparkling like jewels; he kissed her again, before climbing out of bed. Upon seeing the damage she had done to his back she gasped loudly and repeated “I’m sorry” over and over again.
Ardeth twisted to see the reflection of his back in the small mirror above the dresser. His back was covered with dozens of angry red scratch marks, some dotted with blood. He smiled as he tenderly pulled Jemima’s hands away from her mouth and kissed each one.
“I gladly wear the signs of your passion.” He explained.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked.
“It is a good pain that I will enjoy for several days.” He said a roguish grin upon his lips.
“I’m sorry, Ardeth, I won’t do it again.” She quickly added.
“Little Dove, I enjoy the feel of your nails on my back.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. “You do not need to stop.” He took her hands and gently pulled her to her feet. “Come, Habiba, we must get cleaned up and packed if we are to leave soon.”
Jemima had packed her clothes and a small number of books in two trunks and her few and most precious belongings in a smaller one. Ardeth instructed some of his men to load the trunks with the other supplies, before gesturing for Jemima to follow him.
Away from the hustle and bustle of his men packing and preparing for the long journey back home a woman dressed in grey and black sat in the shade speaking quietly with man sitting to her right. Ardeth lead his bride to the sitting couple who stood up upon his approach.
“Jemima, this is Naseem and his wife Yazmin. Yazmin is my older sister; I thought you might like someone to travel with, so I asked them to join us on our journey here.” Ardeth explained.
“It is nice to meet you, Yazmin.” Jemima began shyly. “May I ask into the meaning behind your name?” Jemima asked, using the polite action of enquire into the meaning of her name as a way of beginning a conversation.
“I would be honored to tell you.” Yazmin explained it was obvious that she was smiling behind the black veil she wore. Once the men were convinced that their wives were well on their way to a friendly relationship, Ardeth suggested that he and Naseem we should help the others. Ardeth and Naseem politely excused themselves to make their way towards the noisy commotion.
Ardeth paused in his loading to glance back at his wife and sister, pleased that they were getting along so well. He smiled to himself as Yazmin displayed the formal robes she was working on, detailed embroidery of bright silver stood out in brilliant contrast to dark black fabric. Not wanting to be rude by staring at the women, Ardeth returned to helping the men secure the grain they had acquired.
One of the locals who was helping the Med-jai gather their rations and supplies, handed off the bag of dried tea and made his way back as though to grab another item; but instead he slipped away, unnoticed and vanished around the nearest corner. Stealth fully he wove his way through the alleyways until he arrived at his destination, a small darkened house where two well armed men wearing red and black waited just inside. Quickly they grabbed the man, who yelped in surprise.
“I have information.” The man quickly uttered.
“Let him go.” A deep voice ordered, the men immediately obeyed, bowing their heads respectfully.
“Speak.” The owner of the voice coming into view, thin streams of sunlight streaked across Lock-Nah’s massive body and stern face.
“The Med-jai, they believe the sandstorm tale and are packing to leave. It will be an hour maybe two before they are ready to begin their journey.” The man quickly reported.
“Excellent.” Lock-Nah said with a dark grin. He tossed a small bag of gold at the man who clumsily caught it before scurrying out of the house.
“What is the next step in our plan?” One of the guardsmen asked.
“We ride. The Med-jai will make camp; Ardeth will not travel through the night with his bride. We will travel through the night until we find one of the Med-jai’s scouting parties.”
“What then?”
“We ambush them, leave one to tell the tale they are bound to know that their chief is returning so our messenger will intercept the caravan. Our actions will draw the Med-jai away from the group; once they have left we grab Jemima. When Ardeth comes to rescue her, I kill him.”
“Yazmin, I see you wear the Niqab, is that a requirement among out tribe?” Jemima asked, watching her sister-in-law carefully fold and put away her latest sewing project.
“No, not at all. I wear it partially for protection against the sand; even the men will cover their faces while traveling. I can loan you a Niqab for travel should you not have one, I hear a sand storm is approaching.” Yazmin politely explained the smile never fading from her eyes or voice.
“Thank you, I think I will accept your offer.”
“Once we start moving, I will pull it out of my trunk for you. Keep it until we return to our village.”
“Again, thank you.” Jemima said, turning her head just as Ardeth released a falcon, curious she at Yazmin for an explanation.
“The falcon is Horus, as we are leaving ahead of schedule Horus will deliver a message to our village, letting them know to expect us early.”
It was late in the morning when the Med-jai finally began their long trek across the Egyptian desert to their home. Yazmin and Jemima sat in the back of one of the carts, the two women continued to talk along their journey, Jemima assisting Yazmin with her embroidery. Ardeth as their chief needed to take point, while Naseem was permitted to ride closer to the center, near the cart and women.
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Niqab – facial veil