~I don't own any of these things....Well, i own Ana...and Antonia...and the bus stop....and their bags....and the violin....~
~Ok, here is the deal. No flames. I am very sensitive, and I also have a temper...first warning!!! ^_^I love the original as much as any, and yes. I have read it. And yes, I do make spelling mistakes late at night! So shoot me! If you do not like it, then don't read it. Simple.~
"Give me my violin!" The girl growled, but she shook her head, and lightly skipped backwards, clutching a thick handmade leather bag, with a violin poking out. "Ana!"
Ana laughed, and tossed her beautiful strawberry blonde hair back.
"Nope. You need a social life. Go, get a boyfriend, and I'll think about it." She grinned wickedly, and backed off, as the other girl made a grab for the case. "You can't spent your life, playing a piece of wood!"
"Ana, this isn't funny! You could break it!"
"Now Antonia, as the elder sister, it is my job to help you." Ana scolded, laughing, as her younger sister sent daggers over at her.
"Younger by 20 minutes." She answered, and leapt at Ana. "Give me him!"
"Oh…so the violin is a he, is he?" Ana laughed even harder, as Antonia went red, but stopped as Antonia pounced on Ana. They fell back, and started to roll down the edge of the steep hill. The school bags didn't help, and they crashed hard, into two pairs of legs. The owners to those legs joined in the rolling, until they all hit a tree. Hard.
"If it's broken, I'm going to murder you. Slowly." Antonia muttered, as she rubbed her head, and looked up. A sword met her gaze, as it pressed against her next. She looked over, and saw Ana, with another sword threatening her. The violin lay next to Antonia, and she grabbed it, and felt the sword tip graze her neck.
"Don't move." A voice snapped, and Antonia nodded as best she could. The sun shone brightly in her eyes, blocking the people in front.
"Look, we're sorry we hit you!" Ana put on her girly voice, and put on an 'I'm a female, I need my men to work while I clean the house' look. "We fell!"
"Forgive us, milady's." A hand let Ana up, and another helped Antonia up. "We thought you were attacking us."
Ana stood close to her twin, and wrapped an arm around Antonia, restraining her from attacking the man with the sword. He obviously mistook it for protecting, and sheathed his sword.
"We mean you no harm."
Antonia glared at him, and shook her sister loose. She tenderly checked her violin, which had survived the fall, being wrapped in thick velvet. As her eyes were lowered, she noticed the others with the man. Four longhaired men?
One of them smiled as she caught his eye, and her breath caught, as she stared at him. He was…beautiful.
"I'm Legolas." He smiled, and kissed her hand.
"Yea, and I'm Santa." She answered rolling her eyes. "So, 'Legolas', where is the rabbit hole? We have to go to school."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Santa." He bowed his head, and she raised her eyebrows. "But, I know not of this rabbit hole, that you speak of. Or of a school. Is this school near the rabbit hole?"
"Legolas. You don't exist." Antonia pulled her hand away, and stepped back.
"Forgive me for disagreeing, but it felt like I existed." Legolas answered. He obviously had fell with them, dirt and leaves stuck to him. The other handsome man was pulling twigs out of his dark hair.
"And who are you then?" Ana cut in, using her charms on the man who had threatened Antonia. A roll of eyes from Antonia was directed at her, followed by a twist of a finger.
"Strider." Strider gently picked a twig out of Ana's hair.
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Strider watched Ana stumbled again, in tight black shoes, for the fifth time in a hour. She caught his gaze, and gave him a glare which quickly melted his smirk off his lips.
He looked away, over to her sister, Antonia. She had dumped the same shoes a long time ago, and was walking happily barefooted with the other elves, who were sharing songs with her. They had been fascinated with the instrument she carried. But she made it obvious she believed she was in a dream.
It had taken Aragon and the elves ages to convince Ana and Antonia to follow them to Rivendel, after climbing up and down the hill, looking for something called a 'bus stop' and the rabbit hole. Lord Elrond would know what to do with them, and until then, he could not leave two women in a forest alone.
He sighed in relief as Rivendel came into view. No orcs, no women, nothing to worry about.
Lord Elrond came to greet them, followed by his love Arwen, who gave him a secret look that only he could read.
Brief introductions, more rolls of eyes, and Arwen took the women away, and he chuckled as he recognized Figwit's lingering gaze on the shorter one, Antonia.
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"This gives a new meaning to sisterly love." Antonia laughed, and Ana's laugh came back. They were bathing, in separate baths, with only a small curtain in between. Lady Arwen had left beautiful gowns for each of them. A smell drifted up from the steaming water, of flowers, and fresh rain.
"Well, I suppose it isn't the first time we've had to share something." Antonia ran her eyes over the wooden walls, carved, branded and with gold leaf.
"Is it just me, or does everything here seem beautiful?" Ana voiced her thoughts, and she answered.
"I know. It's amazing. And unreal. And a little scary."
Handmaidens came in, and Antonia tried to cover herself.
"Relax milady." The handmaiden laughed a surprisingly musical laugh. "We are all women here. No shame to you."
She pulled Antonia out, and heard Ana shriek in surprise, behind the curtain. The other handmaiden replied with similar words.
"We have to talk to Lord Elrond." Antonia blushed as the handmaiden started to dry her.
"Tonight, at the feast, he will gladly talk with you both." Arwen's cool voice came from the door. She smiled, as Antonia blushed even harder, as the maid started to help her dress in the thick gold dress. It was brocade, and was a lace up at the back. The skirt billowed out, with an underskirt of green peeping out every few movements. The maid ignored Antonia's little slaps, as she tugged at the bodice, pulling it into shape.
Arwen helped the maid pull Antonia's thick golden brown hair into a braid, chatting away, like she would have to old friends.
"Aragon told me that he thinks Lord Figwit has an interest in you."
"Who?" Ana called from the other side, as soon as interest passed Arwen's lips.
"Strider is Aragon."
"Who is Lord Figwit?"
"He was with the party. You fell on him I believe."
A full hour later, (Antonia had been timing, as there was nothing else to do, but be dressed by two over eager women) and finally Arwen and the maid decided she was ready.
Ana was brought from behind her curtain, looking beautiful as ever, in her wine red gown. It had a high waist, accenting her height, fastened with a gold belt, in the design of entwined vine leaves. Her long strawberry hair had been piled up into a circlet, and braided. Antonia narrowed her eyes in envy.
Arwen had the maid bring a full-length mirror. The twins stood side by side, looking equally beautiful, and almost alike, where it not for the difference in hair colors, and dress.
"Wonderful." Arwen nodded. "The men will not recognize ether of you."
Antonia took a step forward, and watched the fabric dance around her legs. "These are too good!"
"Nonsense. Aragon told me to prepare you both as true ladies of Elrond's house." Arwen took their hands, and slipped a ring on each. "You are ladies, until you find your way home again."
"Ladies?" Ana's eyes glittered at this, and she smiled widely.
"Yes. Lady Antonia, and Lady Ana." Arwen led them out of the bathroom. They walked down the light halls of Elrond's house, until they came to a door. Inside was a joint-bedroom, with a double bed on each side of the room, divided by a flimsy curtain of silken fabric. A balcony overlooked the river, and thicker curtains of white velvet and lace flitted in the breeze.
Antonia's face relaxed when she saw her precious violin and her school bag on one of the beds. Ana noticed, and gently hit her.
"Don't tell me you were pining for...'him'!"
"I love my violin Ana. It's something you could never understand." Antonia sat on the bed, and stroked the violin lovingly.
"You should decide to love that man...Figwit? Was that him?"
"A man decided that Figwit liked me. What would any male know?" Antonia snapped, and started to empty her bag. School books, a pencil case, deodorant, her purse, photos, a camera, with spare films. Her necklaces, rings, bangles (which couldn't be worn at school), and the earrings. "Besides, I'm still waiting to wake up."
Ana ignored her comment, and sat on the other bed.
"It is too beautiful to be real." She finally answered, and took out her camera. She snapped a picture of Antonia on her bed. "Too beautiful."
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Arwen returned to her father's study. He embraced her, as he always had done.
"How are our guests?"
"They are good. A little overwhelmed, as humans usually are, upon the first visits." Arwen took a seat at the thick oak table. "Do you believe their story?"
"I do not know enough. Tonight shall prove their intentions. If it is correct, they will ignore the lie you told them, and concentrate on leaving. If they are lying, they will try to bewitch Lord Figwit, and Prince Legolas, as many other women have tried. And failed."
Arwen nodded, and mused to herself, as her father started to read an old tome. It was becoming more common for a women, or two, to pretend to need help. They would come, try to enchant one of the elves.
She snapped to attention as Lord Elrond placed the opened tome in her lap.
"Read." He explained, and pointed to the page. A musty smell drifted up, as she read out loud.
"It was seen in V....(the name was worn out).. mirror, that sisters would come. They would be alike, and unalike in one. They possessed no powers, were not elven blood, and were as common as human women could be. They knew the way t....." She broke off as a tear ripped the rest of the writing out. The tome was crumbling in her fingers, and she carefully shut it. "Are these the two?"
"I doubt it." Lord Elrond carefully put the tome back, into the shelf. "But they are sisters, their looks can prove that."
"What are the point of the sisters to come?"
"Perhaps nothing. There is no-one who knows. No-one. I found this yesterday, in a old abandoned libery in the cellars. All the books were mostly dust, or close to it. I decided to show you."
Elrond lost his usual expression, and gave his only daughter a look of love.
"Chances are, you and I shall sail east before long."
The elves showed no surprise at the announcement of the feast. Almost every week Lord Elrond threw a feast, for the house of Elrond. Dancers and Musicians lived nearby, in white stone buildings, and treated as noble folk. At sunset, bells sounded for the feast, and candles in crystal enclosures were lit, in a line down the long marble and raised path to the hall.
Lord Elrond and Lady Arwen led Antonia & Ana into the hall just as the feast was being served. Lord Elrond had seated them right across from the men, Antonia across from Lord Figwit, and Ana across from Prince Legolas. If they were here for husbands only, they could not resist the men.
He seated the lady's and took a seat.
"Let the feast begin."
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Over three hours later, and the feast had not so long ago. Only a few remained, many elves and dancers had long melted away.
Ana giggled, as she sipped the wine. Red wine was potent on her and her sister, and she could feel happier than she'd felt all day. She felt…attractive. Sexy. Bewitching. And horny.
She gazed over towards where Lord Figwit sat, his dark eyes watching her. She battered her eyelashes, and he turned from her, with a little smile on his lips…those lips…
Her eyes followed his to where Legolas sat. Blondes were always her weakness, and this man dominated her mind.
She giggled again, and vowed to taste those lips…
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Figwit sighed inwardly. The pretty brown/blonde haired girl was obviously drunk. And from the looks she was giving him, it was obvious she had found him very pleasing, as women often did.
It annoyed him, these fool women throwing themselves at his feet. He was over 3000 years old, and had lived as an unmarried healer with no regrets. None.
He glanced towards Lord Elrond, a good friend. Lord Elrond had discussed the plans with Legolas and himself, and they had agreed to it. So why was he regretting it? He did believe the girls. Perhaps that was it. And right now, the sisters were not helping themselves. Lord Elrond obviously was believing their story less and less.
He stood, and took her hand. Let Lord Elrond come to his decision without the company of the increasingly drunk girl.
Antonia swayed on her feet, as they came to the steps leading into the warm summer night, and so he pulled her closer, incase she fell off the raised path, into the river. She obviously took it for an invitation, and wrapped her arms around his lean, strong body, and went to kiss him. Her lips pressed against his, and to his shock, her fingers started to attempt to undo his black tunic.
Figwit pushed her away, and watched her go from drunken love, to drunken anger in mere seconds.
"How dare you!" She screamed, and he backed off in embarrassment, as she started to stumble at him. "How dare you!"
At this, she threw herself at him, arms flailing everywhere, like she was trying to hit him in all places at once. Figwit grabbed her arms again, and held her tightly.
"Stop it!"
She looked up, growled at him.
"I!" She announced, pushing him off, and pushing the now loose hair out of her face. She paused for a second, looking confused, then smiled again, and continued. "I am the sexy goddess Aphrodite. I am bewitching. I am…sexy. Not dark, but beautiful and terrible, and sexy! You want me." At this, Antonia stood on her tiptoes, and held her arms to the sky, and screamed; "All will love me, and despair!" She laughed evilly…and passed out onto the soft green grass.
"Better than nothing." He muttered, and picked her up from the grass. "Lucky she fell on the grass side, and not the river side."
"Goddess?" Laughter came from the bushes, and a ranger came out.
"Aragon!"
"And me." Arwen followed, her lips slightly swollen, her hair tousled. Figwit chuckled.
"We will never give humans elvish wine ever again." Figwit started down the path.
"Is her name Aphrodite?" Aragon followed, with Arwen by his side.
"She introduced herself as Santa at first. Perhaps she is a maiden with more than one name. I believe it is becoming quite common for humans to name their children with more than one name." Arwen answered, and directed them down a path. "Her room is down here."
"Lady Santa-Antonia-Aphrodite?"
"Strange name."
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Legolas was not far when he heard the screams from Antonia. In fact, he was having enough trouble with Ana.
She was dancing on the tables. Not just any table, Lord Elrond's table. And while doing so, she was trying to pull of her clothing. Lucky for them, the wine-red dress was not obeying her.
"Lady Ana! Get down!"
Ana just laughed at him, and wiggled her hips in his face. Legolas took the opportunity to grab her around the waist, and pull her. He fell straight back, ungracefully, and fell hard, with the girl in his lap. She laughed, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I love you." She whispered huskily, and slipped her hands under his tunic.
Legolas stood at that, and she sat, with her pleading eyes up to him.
"I love you. Don't leave me in this way!" And with that, she started to sing an unknown song, in the worst possible key.
"Need help?" A tall blonde elf came in, smirking.
"Saelbeth! Thank the gods." Legolas gave a relived sigh.
"Oooh…two blonde elves." Ana stood up, and battered her eyelashes at Saelbeth. "Are you …"
"What?" Saelbeth took her hand and kissed it.
"Interested in me?" She stroked his hair.
"Don't even think about it Saelbeth." Legolas grabbed one hand, and Saelbeth raised his eyebrow, and took the other arm.
"Who? Me?" He gave his friend a cheeky look, and was hit.
The two elves started, pulling the girl away. She stopped them, and grabbed an opened bottle of wine.
"No." Legolas took the wine off her, and her face went desperate.
"But if I don't drink it, I won't wash the spew down!" Ana whimpered.
"What is 'spew'" Saelbeth looked a little worried at that.
Ana answered their question immediately, and soon they all shared a multicolor spray.
As Saelbeth and Legolas started to curse in elvish, Ana let out a long fit of giggles.
"Ohhh…it was a projectile one…"
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"Ohhh…sunlight evil!"
"Shhhhhh! Head is banging!"
"Don't you shhhh me!"
"Shut up Ana!"
Arwen stood outside the door, trying not to laugh. She was holding two glasses of the elvish medicine Lord Elrond and Lord Figwit had made them.
Finally, she returned the look of calmness to her face, and opened the door.
A pillow was thrown at her, as light spilled inside and the two glasses were spilt on the ground.
"Get out!" Ana screamed, and stuck her head in another pillow.
"Arrrggghhh!!"
"You shut up!"
Antonia just moaned, and Arwen quickly went back outside.
"How are they?" Legolas came down the hall quietly.
"Ready to murder anyone who comes in there with a voice, or sunlight." Arwen answered. "I dropped the medicine."
Legolas smiled, and pulled two more glasses out. "Lord Elrond thought I might need to help."
"Good luck." Arwen stepped back, as he opened the door and went in.
A mere moment later, he returned, covered in medicine, and feathers.
"Ana was up trying to block the light. I…she was armed." He explained sheepishly, and Arwen laughed loudly.
Seconds later, the door swung open, and Antonia stood, with a pillow in her hand. Ignoring Ana's screams to shut the door, she attacked Arwen with the pillow.
"Noise is bad! Shhhh!" She hissed, and went back inside.
Arwen covered her mouth, and started to shake. Legolas grabbed Arwen's arm, and hurried her away. "Are you sure they aren't crazy?"
Arwen went to answer, but burst out in laughter again. The sound went down the hall, and a door banged open, followed by a Antonia, holding a pillow.
"Come on!" The two elves bolted away, quietly.
Figwit was coming down the hall, humming loudly. The sun shone brightly, giving the world a carefree look. He was near the girl's room, and so he decided to see how they were. He smiled, admitting to liking the idea of seeing Antonia again, and sober.
Until he saw Antonia with a pillow in her hand, her hair knotted and wild, and a murderous look in her eyes, as she saw him.
Instead of running, he stopped humming, and waited for her to come to him.
"Don't make any noises!" She hissed, and he grabbed the pillow as it came for his head.
"Come with me." He whispered, and took her hand.
Back in his quarters, he mixed up more medicine, and made a mental note to tell off Legolas and Arwen for not giving her the medicine. Nearby, Antonia sat, glaring at him, every time glass clunked, or he made a noise.
Finally he have her the thick green medicine, and she drank it. Finally, once it was gone, she smiled.
"Thank you."
"Any time." Figwit took a seat beside her. "I don't think I shall give you wine ever again."
"I've heard that before." Antonia smiled at that. "I never actually heard the words being put into action."
"Well, they will this time."
Antonia fell quiet. She saw Arwen and Legolas heading back towards her room, with more glasses of the stuff. And remembered everything about last night.
"Oh god…" She groaned, and hid her face in her hands.
"You just remembered, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"It wasn't too bad…" Figwit took her hand.
"Oh puhh-lease. 'I am Aphrodite?' 'I am sexy?'" She groaned as she said the words.
"Apparently Ana did a table dance…"
Breakfast was to be held in Lord Elrond's private dining room.
Figwit had met Arwen, Aragon, Legolas and Lord Erestor in the gazebo outside the entrance to Lord Elrond's home. A handmaiden had led them into the dining room, and they took seats in their assigned spots. Arwen at one end of the table. Aragon and Figwit, next to her. Lord Erestor and Prince Legolas next to Lord Elrond.
Lord Elrond came in, and came straight to the point. "I do not believe these women are telling the truth, as was so obvious last night."
"I did notice that they could not hold their wine." Arwen answered. "Drunken humans rarely do as they want to."
"And it is possible they wanted to hold to their stories, instead of throwing themselves at Prince Legolas and Lord Figwit." Lord Erestor argued. "Perhaps the wine gave us their true nature."
"Or perhaps they did want to find their home." Legolas cut in. "I found Lady Ana referring to her home often last night. Including her drunken…adventure."
"Can you say the same about Lady Antonia?" Lord Elrond turned to Lord Figwit.
"Nay, she was acting quite childish…" Figwit answered.
"Childish! I found it rather amusing." Legolas answered. "Better than a drunken women dancing around in a rather un-moral manner."
"You would find childish behavior amusing, young elf." Figwit emphasized the 'young' and went on; "But a dancing women is easer to help than one that passes out."
Legolas went to argue, his face gone semi-red with anger.
"Enough!" Lord Elrond interrupted. "I agree with my advisor. Wine can release a truth, which otherwise would be suppressed. Today, I want Lord Elrond and Lord Figwit to escort our visitors back to where they were found."
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Arwen slowly walked to the girl's room. The sun had vanished long ago, replaced by black and gray clouds crowded much of the sky. She carried two women's riding dresses, as her gifts. After all, no women should walk with her legs bared to above her knees.
Inside the room a mournful tune played. Arwen pushed the door open, and saw Antonia gently playing the instrument, holding it as gentle as she would an infant. Ana sat, strange black things covering her ears, and she nodded her head, as if close to sleep.
"Antonia. Ana." Arwen called, and they both looked up. "You are to dress in these gowns. My father has decided to send you back where you were found, and let you return home."
"But we don't know how!" Antonia gaped, her eyes widening. "You're going to leave us alone in a strange forest?"
"Just go the way you came." Arwen reassured her, but it was obvious the two girls were panicking.
"What? Roll up the hill again?" Ana answered pulling on the riding dress, with some difficulty. "Hit my head again? I can do that here, you know." And with that, she gave her head a nasty knock on the wall, to Arwen's horror.
"Stop!"
"This is all a dream…this is all a dream…"
Arwen didn't answer, and helped them lace up the backs of the dresses. As she was pulling their hair back into elvish braids, she sighed, and said softly. "I'm sorry."
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The riding party was somber, as they rode out of Rivendel, and into the woods. Antonia wrapped a arm around Ana, and they followed, refusing to talk to anyone.
"What will we do Antonia?" Ana whispered. Her eyes were shiny "I thought they'd help us."
Antonia looked around, but none of the elves appeared to hear. "Walk up the hill, and see if we can find something." She whispered back. "If they won't help us, we'll help ourselves."
Ana nodded, and pulled out a vial of pepper spray. "I know you didn't need it, because of all that karate or what not, but I always pack this. I don't go without it. Lucky huh?"
"Very." Antonia grinned. "I carry it too. Self-defense isn't complete without that wonderful stuff. And this." She pulled out a little electric zapper. "Zaps them. Fun."
"Have you ever used it?" Ana's eyes widened. "Those things kill!"
"Naa…but it made mom feel better about us going to parties." Antonia smiled, as she saw Legolas's ear twitch at the emphasized 'kill'
"So that's how you convinced her, when I failed…I wondered." Ana stuffed the container back in her pocket.
Legolas rode over, and they quieted. "I hope you are both well."
"Fine, Prince Legolas." Ana snapped, and he flinched. "We are as fine as can be expected, given our current situation."
"You can return home. Is that not satisfactory?" Legolas asked, his face stony.
"It depends if we actually do find the way home." Ana glared at him. "The rabbit hole was not found last time, as I recall."
Antonia stood still suddenly. Legolas and Ana stopped, and Legolas gueseterd the party to go on.
"What are you doing?" Ana asked.
Antonia ignored her, and started to tap her toes together. "I wish I was home. I wish I was home. I wish I was home. I wish I was home…"
"Toni, it isn't working." Ana took her arm, and they started walking again. "Maybe you need the magic red slippers off the wicked witch."
"Probably."
"What wicked witch?" Legolas asked, and they snickered.
"Ohhh…just someone who was crushed with a flying house. It's ok, cause we think she's dead, cause she shriveled up. But we aren't sure if she is dead, cause she's evil." Ana replied…and her face lit up. She whispered into Antonia's ear, and Legolas strained to hear it. Thunder suddenly cracked the sky, and rain whipped down from the sky.
Antonia got an evil grin, and nodded. Legolas was getting worried by now. He didn't like the look on their faces one bit.
Ana suddenly pulled out a little white bottle, and shook the contents into Legolas's eyes. He doubled over in pain, and felt himself being pulled off the horse, and his daggers taken off.
He felt Ana lean over to him.
"I'm sorry Legolas. It was the witch who made us. Possessed." He felt her kiss him, and heard his horse gallop off, the two girls gone.
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Antonia held tightly to Ana, as she expertly rode the mare through the woods.
"Where are we going?" Antonia called.
"I don't know!" Ana answered.
"They are going to find us!" Antonia called after a few minutes. "And kill us for attacking a prince! We have to hide. Maybe we can find Gandalf. Or Galadriel. Smart people."
"Remember 'Rabbit Proof Fence', the movie?"
"Yea?"
"Rain will cover our tracks."
"Oh."
They rode for a long time, but the elvish riding garments thankfully kept them warm and dry. Finally they came to a river, small and shallow, where the water ran fast over rocks, and through reeds. Antonia pulled off her cloak, that was tied to her shoulders, and snagged it on a rock.
"They will think we went upstream, and it fell off." Antonia smiled. "Like the movie. You reminded me of it."
"The horse?" Ana asked, while stroking her mane. "We can't keep her. They'll want her, and she'll leave hoof marks."
Antonia thought for a moment, and cut a long cut in her leg, and smeared the blood on the cloak, and on some rocks. "Let them think one of us fell. They will think we are slower with an injury, and will become confident and stupid."
"Oww!" Ana gasped. "Idiot, Antonia! Moron!"
"It doesn't hurt at all." Antonia dismissed it. "Not as much as the punishment for almost blinding and stealing off a prince."
"I guess."
"Come on." Antonia started down the river, water splashing over her mid-calf high boots. "Thank good for leather lace up boots." Ana grinned. "I always liked them." She sprinted after her.
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Legolas opened his eyes wide, as a guard poured water into his eyes.
"Better, my lord?"
"Much." Legolas nodded, and wiped the water off his face. "They are both gone?"
"Yes. The horse prints are not so obvious, but Aragon will be able to track them with your help." Figwit answered, and kneeled next to where Legolas sat.
"They talked of a witch." Legolas remembered the evil look Antonia had. "Perhaps this witch made them."
"And dwarfs call Lady Galadriel a witch. Perhaps they did not…I don't know." Figwit groaned. "I'm over 3000 years old! This I should know!"
"You cannot know everything, friend." Legolas stood. "Shall we start our search?"
"The sooner the better."
The tracks went on for a good while. Only Aragon, Figwit and Legolas went, the guards were dismissed.
"Legolas, what did they do to you exactly?
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Night had fallen long ago. Ana and Antonia still trudged through the water, but the novelty had soon worn off, as they grew cold.
"We're crazy."
"I know."
"We attacked a prince."
"I know."
"A sexy prince, at that."
"I know."
"A sexy prince, with the most beautiful eyes."
"I know."
"We could have blinded him!"
"Toni! Shut up! Pepper spray never blinded anyone before!"
"But he's special!"
"Could have been worse."
"How?"
"It could have been Figwit."
"Ana!"
Again the two fell quiet. The night was eerily quiet, and even the river seemed to have hushed.
"Ana?" Antonia whispered.
"Yes?"
"I don't like the dark."
"You like dark haired elves."
"Shut up! That has nothing to do with a bag of chips!"
"What?"
"Nothing. I miss chips." Antonia grinned. "Salt and Vinegar…no BBQ. No. Cheese and chive…"
"Next they'll think we're bloody hobbits looking for elf husbands."
"Shhh. They might be listing, and will know our horrible secret."
"I am not a hobbit!"
"No Ana…you're a Nazgul."
"Hey!"
"Orc is better? Nice Nazgul? Half-orc? Hobbit? Ent?"
"Antonia!"
"Where do you think we are?"
"I dunno."
"We should probably find somewhere to light a fire. Middle Earth is filled with nasty little surprises."
"Eww…bugs?"
"Worse…. giant spiders! Rabid dogs! Old men!"
"Ewww! Old men!"
"Ahh…Ana?"
"Yea?"
"I think old men are the least of our worries…Run!"
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Aragon, Figwit and Legolas had found the bag. And gone downstream, following little drops of blood that had shaken off Antonia's leg, onto rocks. (Aragon was a Ranger, these things just seemed to pop out at him). They were hurrying now, fearing the worst, after seeing Legolas's dagger dropped on the bank, red with blood, a long way down the river.
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Seconds later, Ana found herself hiding in a tree, clutching the pepper spray with a death grip in one hand, and Antonia's zapper in the other. Antonia crouched a few branches lower, one of Legolas's daggers in her hand, and her pepper spray in another.
Male voices cut through the night, quiet and calm. Light footsteps were heard, but it seemed there were less feet than there were voices.
"Sina men. N'ndengina" One calm voice spoke, and Ana shivered. It sounded so...familiar.
"Uuma dela dosstan."
"Ph' lle raika e' i' dol calen lasse? Grt sinome orn'la neitar jivviim ho mela."
"Gu'e!"
"Xun lle talinth ron zhaun mani lye ph' ezual?"
"Lest zud'dar. blondes ph' waele."
"Mani?"
"Amin nym'uerus er en'sen ezual tanya blondes zhahen il, iire re zhahus shee'lot."
"Mani ph' blondes? Ph' nind Sreenath?"
"Amin xuat zhaun."
"Suust! Ron ph' de e' i'orn. Mallen pelu e' n'alaquel en' sen. Amin orn quarth sen ndu."
Again the night went quiet.
Chapter 6. (Legolas, Figwit and Aragon)
~Ok, here is it from the guys point of view. The guys are still talking in elvish/drow, but we see it from their point of view ^_^ Oh, and cause one's a prince, ones a heir to a throne, and ones a lord, they use nicknames: Legolas: green leaf. Figwit: wit. Aragon: Strider Not very creative, but there you go.
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They heard Antonia's hushed whisper to run, and hurried their step, bows and sword at the ready. They discovered the tree, the girls were up, and started to quietly talk as they checked for the chasers.
"This way. Don't kill." Legolas whispered.
"Don't worry yourself." Figwit answered, and Legolas could see Aragon smile broadly in the night.
"Are you wrong in the head, green leaf? Wit here would never hurt his love." Aragon's smile grew as Figwit stiffened.
"Hey!" Figwit lightly punched him.
"Do you think they know what we are saying?" Legolas asked, hoping to discract them both.
"Let's test. Blondes are stupid." Aragon looked up at the tree.
"What?" Figwit raised a eyebrow.
"I heard one of them saying Blonds aren't stupid, just drunk." Aragon explained.
"What are blondes?" Legolas asked. "Are they Dangerous?"
"I don't know." Aragon tightened he hold on the sword.
"Quiet! They are up in the tree. Circle around behind them. I will order them down." Figwit snapped.
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The conversations are a mix of mostly elvish, and some drow:
Sina men. N'ndengina:
This way. Don't kill.
Uuma dela dosstan.:
Don't worry yourself.
Ph' lle raika e' i' dol calen lasse? Grt sinome orn'la neitar jivviim ho mela:
Are you wrong in the head green leaf? Wit here would never hurt his love.
Gu'e:
Hey
Xun lle talinth ron zhaun mani lye ph' ezual:
Do you think they know what we are saying?
Lest zud'dar. blondes ph' waele:
lets test. blondes are stupid.
Mani:
What
Amin nym'uerus er en'sen ezual tanya blondes zhahen il, iire re zhahus shee'lot:
i heard one of them saying that blondes weren't stupid, when she was drunk
Mani ph' blondes:
What are blondes
Ph' nind Sreenath:
Are they Dangerous
Amin xuat zhaun:
I don't know
"Suust! Ron ph' de e' i'orn. Mallen pelu e' n'alaquel en' sen. Amin :
Quiet! They are up in the tree. Circle around behind them. I will order them down.
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"Ladies! Come down. It is safe for the time being." Figwit called. "The attackers are not around."
"No!" A shoe found his un-suspecting head.
"Ana?" Legolas called. "Whats wrong?"
Ana giggled, and replied in a robotic voice. "I'm not Ana. I am a witch."
"I'm not Antonia. I am...a tree." Antonia added, and another shoe found Aragon, as Legolas ducked.
"D'issan zhah ulnin." //Dawn is soon//
"Nindel zhah bwael. Vel'bol zhah xusst xuil mina?" //that is good. what is wrong with them?//
"C'nros."//Witch.//
"Mayoe udos ssrig'luin foluss xuil Zhaunil wun faer"//maybe we need someone with Knowledge in magic.//
"Lu' vel'klar xun dos inth pholor getting uss d' nindyn to'ryll lasse?" //and where do you plan on finding one of those green leaf?//
A loud sigh of frustration, and soon Legolas was clambering up the tree, only to fall as he felt a strange strong pain in his hand.
"Owww!"
"Stay away." Ana droned.
"Do not climb the tree." Antonia continued.
"Angry women have control of it." Ana finished, and snorted as Legolas tried again. She sighed. "Legolas, we don't want to hurt you. Get down!"
Again Legolas fell, clutching his hand.
"Like Bart on the Simpson's, with the electric cupcake." Antonia noted.
"Nindol zhah ushdui. Udos shlu'ta naut inbau mina harl nindol i'dol."//This is crazy. We can not get them down this way.// Aragon groaned.
"Lu'oh xun udos inbau mina harl?" //how do we get them down?// Legolas asked.
"Udos xuat. Lest usievaah ulu sevir, lu' flohlu mina. Ka Elrond zhahus ditronw, udos orn kyorl vel'klar nind dro. Ka uk zhahus xusst, udos orn zhaun." //We don't. Lets pretend to leave, and follow them. If Elrond was right, we will see where they live. If he was wrong, we will know.// Figwit answered.
"'zil zuch, grt zhaun vel'bol ulu xun. Ori'gato's veldri." //As always, wit knows what to do. Let's hide.//
The three melted into the scrub.
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HOURS LATER:
The early morning sun shone directly into the girl's eyes, but they kept going.
"Ana?"
"Yea?"
"Were are we going?"
"Lorien, I hope. Maybe they will help us."
"Uhhh...isn't that kinda far away?"
"So?"
"Nothing."
Antonia swore under her breath. As much as she liked sport, she hated hikes. Ana loved them. Ana was probably already thinking about tomorrow. With excitement. Again, Antonia swore.
"Ana?"
"How are we getting to Lorion? Over a snow covered mountain? Or through a spooky mine?"
"Uhh....trust me."
"Oh, that make me feel reeeaaall good." Antonia snapped, but sighed. "Sorry. Things on my mind."
"Such as a certain dark haired elf?"
Antonia didn't answer, and kept walking. "I never thought he'd actually leave."
"Well, you should have gotten down."
"Legolas was there. He would have killed us."
Ana sighed. "I forgot...made myself forget that. Opps..."
"Do ya reckon they know about PMS? Maybe we could blame that." Antonia asked.
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Afternoon came, and Ana saw something far away.
"A road!" She shrieked. This was not as fun as hiking.
"Really?"
"Yes! Lets follow it."
"Fine with me."
They started down the rolling hill, onto the plains. Far away, was a long brown road, with a bridge crossing a river. The girls were so focused on reaching the road, they didn't see the orcs moving towards them, blending into the background.
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Antonia stumbled over another branch that seemed to get itself in her feet. The rain kept falling, and Antonia was sick and moody. Ana walked quickly, her experience with hiking paying off. She was singing.
"Somebody else round everyone else,
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
And you fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no"
"No no no...more!" Antonia added, and Ana laughed.
"You sing then."
"Tired."
"Fine. I'll keep going."
"Ok ok! It will scare off any monsters anyway." Antonia sighed. "
I'm walking,
through streets that are dead
Walking,
walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired
My brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping
Did I,
hear someone tell a lie
Did I,
hear someone's distant cry
I spoke like a child
You destroyed me with a smile
while i was sleeping
I'm sick of love
That I'm in the thick of it
This kind of love
I'm so sick of it
I see,
I see lovers in the meadow
I see,
I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them 'til they're gone
and they leave me hangin' on
to a shadow
I'm sick of love
I hear the clock tick
this kind of love
I'm lovesick
Sometimes
the silence can be like thunder
Sometimes
I wanna take to the road of plunder
Could you ever be true?
I think of you and I wonder
I'm sick of love
I wish I'd never met you
I'm sick of love
I'm tryin' to forget you
Just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to be with you" Antonia finished.
"Wow." Ana sighed. "Who wrote that?"
"Bob Dylan."
"Uhhh...Toni?"
"Yea?"
"Did something happen between you and figgy?"
Antonia didn't answer.
"I knew it! When did you manage to fit that in?" Ana skipped around Antonia, who kept plodding on.
"Tired. No. Talking."
"Tell me. Or I will...break the violin!"
"No! Ok, we kissed. The morning after. A few times..." Antonia blushed.
"Yes!" Ana laughed. "My sister has grown up!"
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Figwit soon found himself being approached by a elf, and a ranger.
"You never told us that." Aragon gripped one arm.
"Why not?" Legolas grabbed the other.
"Uhhh..it never came up." Figwit's ears went pink.
"We can catch up to the girls. This, we have to hear." Aragon and Legolas forced Figwit to sit down.
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Antonia kept walking. "Umm...we were sitting on his sofa thingy...or do you call it a large chair?"
"Toni!"
"Ok, ok. We were sitting, and I said sorry for trying to kiss him, and he said that if i wasn't drunk he would have let me kiss him, then he looked kinda surprised at himself...like he only realized it."
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"I couldn't believe I said that, but I realized it was true. Then she smiled and said she wasnt drunk then, and then she kissed me. She looked just as surprised at herself as I had been feeling a moment ago."
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"I kissed him! And he kissed me back...and it was so good. My lips were tingling, sending electricity down my body, and..."
"You had sex?"
"Ana!"
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"My hands gently ran though her hair. It was so soft..." Figwit suddenly caught himself. "We should probably go after them. Middle Earth is not safe."
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"Oh look! The road." Antonia finished, as Ana grabbed her, and hugged her. "Air...I need air..." Ana suddenly fell off her, shrieking.
"Ana. Now is not the time." Antonia turned, and froze. Orcs stared at her, and a arrow ripped into her leg. She fell, as metal and wood ripped through flesh and muscle, and lodged there. The orcs picked them up, and cackling, ran off.
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"Do you guys have any idea what trouble your gonna be in when the ELVES FUCKEN FIND US!" Ana screamed the last part, but the orcs ignored her.
"This is the song that never ends..." Antonia grinned through her tears, as Ana continued.
"Yes it goes on and on my friends..."
"Some people started singing it not knowing what it was..."
"And they'll continue singing it forever just because..."
"This is the song that never ends..."
"Yes it goes on and on my friends..."
"Some people started singing it not knowing what it was..."
"And they'll continue singing it forever just because..."
"This is the song that never ends..."
"Yes it goes on and on my friends..."
"Some people started singing it not knowing what it was..."
"And they'll continue singing it forever just because..."
Ana and Antonia were thrown into shrubs.
"Enough! You will find no reason to sing once we are done with you." One of them ran fingers along Ana's neckline, and up to her face. She bit, and was hit hard by the orc. The orcs started to gather wood.
"We dropped our stuff didn't we?" Ana asked, glaring at the orc who was tending to a fire.
"Yea. I hope he's ok." Antonia sighed deeply.
"I'm sure Figwit is fine."
"No, the violin."
"Toni!"
"Ana, I didn't tell you something about Figwit."
"What? You did have sex? Lucky thing..."
"No! He feels for another. She doesn't know." Antonia's eyes were shiny. "He likes me, but his heart has fallen for another."
"Oh Toni! I'm so sorry!"
"It's ok. I guess he isn't what I wanted anyway."
"Glad it wasn't me. I would have gladly kissed him too...in fact I probably would have wanted to share him."
Antonia laughed. "Well, I would have wanted to share Legolas anyhow. Makes it easy."
"We are going to die here aren't we?" Ana asked.
"Yea."
"I want to confess something."
"What?"
"I liked Figwit. But you liked him, so I didn't do anything to stop it."
"Errr…I liked Legolas, but you seemed to like him…and Figwit was cute…" Antonia suddenly realized. "Ana, did you like Figwit from the start?"
"Yea...but you liked him. I want you to have a social life. Legolas was good too..."
"Legolas...is good."
"Wow...we kinda muddled that one, huh?" Ana smiled. "We almost went for each other's crush!"
They fell quiet, as they watched the orcs. The orcs seemed worried, and Ana leaned into to Antonia.
"Do you think it's our nights in shining armor?"
"I hope."
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"I can't believe you turned her down, after kissing her!" Aragon groaned, as they started to the road.
Figwit sighed. "She...isn't as beautiful or kind, or sweet as someone else."
"Who else!" Legolas asked. "Antonia is beautiful, and kind, and sweet, and funny! What more could you ask for?"
Figwit looked at them. "You must swear never to utter this to anyone."
"I swear by my love for Arwen." Aragon nodded.
"I swear by the sea and stars." Legolas added, looking over the hill, to the road...and froze. "Where are the girls?!"
"Oh sweet Varda..." Figwit groaned, as he saw two bags and a violin case sitting beside the road.
Legolas scanned around. Blood on the ground. A faint voice caused the elves's ears to prick up.
"ELVES FUCKEN FIND US!"
"This way!"
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The orcs gathered around the girls. One held a hot sword blade, red from the hot fire, the other a dagger.
"Ana? This doesn't look good."
"Agree..." Ana screamed as the sword ripped through her dress, ripping it up to her hips, and burning her skin. The orc laughed, and kneeled over her.
"Hey! Get off her!" Antonia screamed. A orc hit her in the head with the end of a dagger, and she blanked out.
Ana screamed again, as the orc entered her, the pain like he was breaking her in two. The sword sat onto of her, burning her through the dress. The orc thrust in and out, the feeling was like ripping in two. His teeth ripped at her skin, and she tried desperately to think. Her mind stopped working, as the second orc bent over her. Her eyes fell Antonia being cut deeply with knifes as she was raped not far away.
"Your gonna pay..." She whispered, and grabbed the hot sword. The orc spilled hot seed over her ripped dress and belly, and she cut it off. The orc hit her hard, and she was out.
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Legolas's face went red with anger, as he looked over the scene far away. Dead orcs. And rags of garments. Figwit was not blessed with night sight, but could already tell what was on his friend's mind.
"They will pay." Legolas slowly spat out, his voice deep and dangerous. He started off, his bow ready, Aragon and Figwit following
They reached the camp. All the orcs were dead, arrows and sword marks pierced through their ugly bodies. Two ripped riding dresses, covered in sticky semen and blood. Figwit started to burn the orcs, and spitting on the flames.
"Look at this." Aragon held up the unfortunate orc's member. "Revenge." He tossed it on the fire.
"Where are Ana and Antonia?" Legolas asked. "And who killed the orcs with elven arrows?"
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Haldir held the beautiful red-blonde haired girl tightly. His trustworthy horse cantered home, smoothly, unlike human horses. Lady Galadriel would be pleased he and his brothers made it on time.
"Rumil! How fares the other lady?" He called to his elder brother, who held the brown-blonde girl on his horse Elen.
"She is weak. She has lost much blood." Rumil called back. "She needs a healer fast."
"Orophin! You have the faster horse of us all, and can carry her easily. Take her!" Haldir called to his younger brother, who nodded, and rode alongside Rumil. He took the girl carefully, gripping the flanks of the horse with his strong legs, and rode ahead, towards the woods of Lorien.
Haldir watched him go on his mare Arauka. The girl in his arms stirred, and he slowed.
"Milady. How are you feeling?" He asked, and she looked around. Ignoring him, she held her hands in front of her face, until they hit her.
"Why can I not see?" She gasped. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"I am Haldir of Lorien, an elf. We are riding my horse Hisie. You have a large bruise on your head, and swelling around the eyes, but your eyesight shall return in time. As for where we are, we are riding over the Gladden Fields towards Lorien."
"Where is my sister Antonia?"
"She is with my brother Orophin riding towards Lorien. Your sister is badly wounded, and needs care urgently. You were lucky...in a way."
"How did she get wounded?"
"Orcs."
"ORCS!" Ana stiffened. "What orcs?"
"You do not remember?"
"No...I wish I did!"
"Think of it as a blessing, for now. I do not think memories as painful as those are worth being mourned over."
"Haldir? Why am I dressed in this…cloak? Where are my clothes!"
Haldir didn't answer, just looked guilty. He started the horse in a canter, his heart breaking at the thought of orcs touching the beautiful girl he was holding.
"Don't tell me, elves cross-dress too!" Ana giggled, ignoring her sensible part of her mind.
"What?" His eyes snapped to hers, and was surprised to see...humor?!
"Nothing."
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Aragon, Legolas & Figwit sat around the fire. The elves gazed upon the stars they loved so much, Aragon on the flickering flames, and the pot of water, filled with wild onions and carrots. Not one word had been spoken since they gave up searching the orc's ruined campsite. Legolas held Antonia's instrument, gently plucking the strings.
The water begin to boil over, but no-one moved to take it off. Finally Legolas took it off, and put another log on the fire. He went to speak.
"There are two options. Travel to Mirkwood, which is close, over the river. My people will welcome me back, and you shall be honored guests. We can start off refreshed. Or we could travel to the woods of Lorion, as Ana and Antonia often talked of speaking to the Lady Galadriel." Legolas muttered, and the others stretched from their long, sat in positions.
"I will not rest, not knowing her fate." Figwit answered. "Or her sister. Mirkwood would hold no joy for me."
"I follow you both. Life as a Ranger has hardened me, I need no rest." Aragon answered.
"Lorion it is then." Legolas smiled a small smile then. "I was worried for a moment that you both would pick Mirkwood."
"First we find Ana and Antonia. Then, green leaf, we rest in your beautiful kingdom."
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Riding on Haldir's horse was an interesting experience. Ana had never ridden a horse with so smooth a step, or that could achieve such speeds. She couldn't see, but she could sense the landscape rushing past. He had explained earlier that the horse was elvish breed and trained, but it still amazed her every time they jumped effortlessly over a fallen log, or branch. One stop at a small nomad camp, and she was dressed in breeches and a tunic, and her eyes wrapped around with a long bandage, to help stop infection until they reached the city of Lothlorien. Last night, she nibbled on food, and listened to the elves speak in their musical language, and felt at peace. Not one memory had surfaced. The last thing she could remember was Antonia talking about the kiss Figwit gave her. According to Haldir, the woods of Lorien were close.
"Close in elvish terms." She muttered. "In other words, two weeks..."
"In other words, we are there." Haldir interrupted. "Hold on tightly, my horse must jump the river."
She imendantly gripped harder around his lean waist, and felt the powerful legs of the mare clear the running river beneath them, and land safely on the other side, without one hesitation.
"Wow." Ana grinned widely. "I've gotta get me one of these beauties...Elena would be green with envy!"
"Strange humans..." Haldir muttered, imagining her pretty face going as green as the plains they had just passed over.
Ana breathed in. Her first time in this place, probably the last, and she'd never see the woods. The smell...was like her rainforest back home. A pang of homesickness hit her, and then loneliness, as she though of her sister, who loved to swim in a pool under a waterfall, that was a ten minute walk from their backyard. And, how Antonia used to play with the waterfall as best she could, or play to it. Her violin. Ana found herself hoping Antonia still had the violin. She'd be lost without it.
More elvish, and Haldir answered, proud unmistakable in his voice. That was what she thought him to be. Proud. He was powerful, and he enjoyed it. Ana smiled at that, her boyfriends had always been powerful in one way or another. Popular. One of the best at sport. Self-assured. And she was sick of them preening themselves in mirrors. 'Does my bum look bigger than yesterday? Ana, it's important. I must be fit, so I can play table tennis!' 'Oh dear. Ana, can I borrow some concealed? I can not go into school, with this pimple!' Both boyfriends. Both lasted a month. And both were the best of her boyfriends.
A deep sigh, and she could feel Haldir stiffen.
"Is something wrong Milady?"
"I told you, call me Ana. No. Just thinking about home."
"Where is your home?"
"Well, if I roll up a certain hill, then attack a sister backwards, I might be lucky enough to find it." She grinned as she guessed what he was thinking. 'Mad human'.
Again silence between them, and Ana strained her ears. Musical voices, birds, laughter. She wished she could see it. Haldir pulled his mare to a stop, and jumped down effortlessly. He gently placed his hands on her waist, and lifted her down.
"Welcome to my realm." The soft feminine voice, that deepened with the power of the speaker, came from in front. Ana shivered. She didn't need to see her to know who she was, or how beautiful she was.
"Lady Galadriel."
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Ana was hurriedly dressed in silky robes that gently swayed around her, and taken to where her sister lay, still asleep.
"We have kept her in a dreamless sleep. Sleep helps the healing." Galadriel spoke beside her, her hand on Ana's shoulder. Ana kneeled next to her, and took a cool hand in hers.
"Is she alright?"
"She woke earlier, and demanded to see you. Then when she discovered that she could not see you, or anyone for that matter, she was a little...angry. She does not remember anything." There was a hint of amusement in Galadriel's voice. "It appears in your world, anger is expressed...differently."
"She cannot see?"
"Orcs know how to render a person sightless for a temporary time. A torture method. It scares the person to not see what is coming, only hear."
Ana nodded, and felt the hand twitch in hers.
"The man you love is on his way now. And close to panicking." Galadriel spoke up after a while. "You know who I mean. You can fool those around you, but not your heart. Not his."
Ana ignored those words, and kept stroking her sisters hands.
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A day passed. Ana spent her time with Antonia, waiting for her to wake. Finally, in the evening Antonia woke up, and gripped the hands tightly. "I want my sight now. I want my sister now."
"You'll kill her by cutting her circulation off if your not careful! Let go Toni!" Ana grinned.
Antonia imendantly leapt of the bed, and into her sister's arms. "Ana!"
"Careful! You aren't healed yet!" Ana laughed all the same, and hugged her gently. She let go, and pushed her back. "On the bed. Now. Rest. Heal."
"I feel fine. I could do the Macarena, and then the nut bush, and then...that 5, 6, 7, 8 dance..."
"Oh yea, the elves would really keep us here if we did that." Ana
"Ha! They love us. They just haven't realized yet." Antonia grinned. "We'll have them doing konga lines around the city before you know it!"
"Yea right Toni. I'll help. But first, let your body heal."
"Ana? What is Lothlorien like?"
"Your not the only one without sight. But from the dark gray and black shadows it appears to be...nice?"
"You can't see?"
"There are dark gray shadows and black shadows. All in all, i can't see."
"Twins to the end." Antonia hugged Ana again.
"Absolutely."
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Legolas, Aragon & Figwit watched another night approach, as they rode on horses bought from nomads. The nomads had given them good news, one girl had been spotted being rushed south with an elf, another was alive and happy, and had bought clothing off them. They were on their way north, with their new money, to buy supplies for winter.
The sun set, leaving blood red streaks beneath the clouds, and orange framing the tall mountain ranges to the west. Again a fire was lit, and food was cooked over a fire.
The morning was clear, and a little misty.
"Only a short ride now." Figwit smiled widely. He was certain they were fine now.
The guards at the front of the woods stopped them, but offered an escort as they recognized the three. A Prince, A heir to a throne, and a 3000 year old Nordor lord. The news of the twins was good. Both well, both healing. Both with no memory of the ordeal. Legolas had to 'spew' as Ana called it, when he saw the tatters of flesh, and fabric, the blood spread over the dirt.
Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn welcomed them.
"What is the news on the sisters?" Legolas asked, after formal introductions were made.
"Ana has regained her sight, and appears to have little more than shallow cuts and bites. Antonia is weaker, although it will not be noticeable, her mental strength curtains the physical weakness. Her eyes are still unseeing, and she has had a great deal of blood loss, and is weaker than she is willing to admit. "
"May we see them?" Figwit asked.
"Ana may allow you to see her. Her...mutilations...are hidden under garment. But Antonia has not yet seen herself, it must be for her to see first. It is more visible, than Ana's." Galadriel answered.
Legolas nodded...but stopped. 'You may see her.' Galadriel's cool eyes rested on him, then looked towards where a staircase wove down. 'Forget your sense of duty to your friends. Follow your heart, not your head.'
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He whispered to Figwit that the Lady had someone she wanted him to meet, and Figwit took it without one bat of an eyelid. Legolas started down the staircase, and soon picked up a voice. Hers.
"Damm sword, get in the fuckin target. Eye, work!"
He laughed softly, as he heard a clunk of a practice sword hit tree trunk, instead of straw target. Another profanity, and the clang of the sword being thrown against the target.
"Oh, so now you decide to hit!" She spat, venom in her voice.
Legolas reached the bottom, and gasped openly. She stood there, her face still bruised. Her arms...looked like they had been painted on with red and brown paint, then little black stripes over them. The dress covered other wounds, but he could tell by the way she moved that there were many, and that they still pained her.
"Who's there?" She had spun in the direction of the gasp, and glared as best she could, in his direction.
Legolas couldn't answer, bile was in his throat. The camp was bad enough, but to see her arms stitched up, and still sore looking, the way she moved with difficulty, clutching a cane in one determined hand, it all made it real. Too real.
"Who's there?" She asked again, unsure ness in her tone.
Legolas took the violin off his back, and unwrapped it. He placed it in one of her out-stretched hands, and her face lit up as she touched the familiar wood.
"Oh...!" She whispered, her fingers stroking the wood, the cane lying forgotten on the ground. "How I missed you..." She looked up, and he smiled at her face.
"Oh melamin "He sighed, and wrapped her in his arms. "I felt so sorry for you."
"What was that you called me?" She whispered, as she wrapped her arms around him, and let her head fall on his chest.
"I'll tell you another time." He answered. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." She answered, quickly.
"Do not lie to me melamin. I know you are not fine." He answered, and gently pushed her back so he could look down at her. "Have you any memories?"
"Only...Ana falling on me. Then the arrow." She sighed, and added before he could probe more. "But nothing else."
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. *sigh*
Figwit stood there on a balcony, watching and listing to Ana.
"Come on....yes! Ha! Beat that Haldir!"
"We shall see milady..."
He watched Haldir reach for his bow, but it seemed again, Ana had the better shot. She grinned, and patted his sholder.
"Jolly good show, old man." Her smile widened as he growled at her, and walked off, muttering something about border patrol.
He came up the tree Figwit was in, and caught him watching.
"You can have her." He snapped, and went into chambers behind him, muttering something about not being old, just tired by battle...
Figwit laughed, and jumped off the balcony, onto a welcoming tree. He slid down, and got a splinter much to Ana's amusement.
"Mae govannen." She grinned, at his face. "I've been learning."
"Who has been teaching you?" A hint of jealousy was in his voice, but she didn't notice.
"Oh, Haldir's elder brother is. You know, Rumil." She flashed him a smile that made his knees go weak.
'Stop it, Figwit! Legolas has fallen for her!' He told himself off, and smiled. "Is he a a good teacher?"
"Oh, no. He's terrible." Ana answered, then added. "Actually, I'm the terrible student. I'm pathetic at learning."
Figwit offered his arm. "A walk? Perhaps I can teach you something of our language."
Ana took it, smiling. "Thank you good sir. I would be delighted."
She took his arm, smiling, but as he gripped it tightly, she suddenly let go, her face full of pain.
"Ana?" Figwit took a hand, and pressed one of his to her cheek. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She answered. "I just remembered something..."
"What. Tell me, Ana."
"Just an orc gripping my arm. He was cutting it..." She answered, her face breaking into a frown.
Figwit decided this was a good excuse to hold her, and so he gently took her in his arms. "But it's over now, and you are fine."
"I want to go home." She whispered, and he felt tears through the fabric.
"I want to see your home."
"I need to find out how to get there first." She answered. "I miss my doggie."
"I'll get you another one. What was his name?"
"Prince."
"Why prince?"
"He is stuck up, and vain." Figwit smiled, as his sensitive elvish skin picked up a smile on her face.
"Let's test your knowledge on elvish." He smiled. "Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa."
"Errr...pass. Next one."
"Malia ten' fion?"
"Figwit, I don' know!" Ana giggled in his arms, and he smiled as the feeling tickled. "I'm a silly blonde. What were you saying?"
"Lle naa ikotane vanima." He whispered in her ear, and was rewarded with a shiver.
"I'll have to go, if you keep speaking elvish..." But she made no move.
Figwit led her to a bench, and sat down next to her. "I firstly said 'Your heart is that of a lion. Then I asked you if you wished for some wine."
"And the last one?"
"Learn elvish, and you'll know." He kissed her fingertips, and then her hand. "I must leave."
"Why?"
"Nin irma lle. Nin fauk ten' lle." He answered, and got up. She rolled her eyes, and pulled him down again.
"Milord, I am not yet done with you." She kissed him, and he gave in. "But can I ask a questian?"
Figwit looked up. "Of course."
"Why the name Figwit?"
"I once was obsessed wih Figs, and so I was called Figwit. It caught on, and ever since, I have had it for a name."
Ana nodded, and gave him a long, passionate kiss. "Oh Figgy…"
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Legolas and Antonia sat closely, Legolas in front of Antonia, his legs right up next to hers. He removed the bandage, and gently started to clean her eyes, that were pink and tender, but not so much as the day before. He winced as he dabbed the lotion on her eyes, and the way they stared back, dim and lifeless. He wrapped them again, quickly.
"Something wrong?" She asked, to his surprise.
"No, nothing. Your eyes just lack their usual fire."
"Legolas? Can I ask you a favor?"
"Anything Melamin."
"Could you dress my other wounds? I don't like strange healers doing it. I trust you."
"Antonia...it would mean..."
"That's why I want you." She found his hand, and entwined her fingers in his.
Legolas sighed, but he smiled as he did so. "One moment Melamin."
He locked the door, and shut the curtains, and lit candles for lighting. Legolas then sat in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her, and found the strings that held the bodice up. Slowly he untied them, and pulled the bodice off. He drew in a breath, at her naked chest, and tried to divert his eyes from her breasts, moving with every breath under a bandage. He unwrapped the bandages, and felt all his desire drain away at the sight of teeth marks and deep cuts over her. Anger washed over him, and he gently started to rub the potions into her tender skin, his fingers working slowly. From that moment on, he swore that all orcs within eyesight would pay.
He started, as she let go of his hand. It creept up to his face, and she kissed him. It was sweet, and full of desire. Her other hand creept to his groin.
"No melamin." He pulled away. "Not now."
Without a word, he wrapped the bandages around her, trying to ignore the rush of blood to his groin as he lightly touched her breasts, wrapping them. How he wished...no. Not here. Not now.
"Tenna' tul're, melamin." He whispered, and kissed her softly. To his surprise, she did not return it, and he left, not seeing the wetness creeping through the bandages around her eyes.
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Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa: Your heart is that of the lion
Malia ten' fion: Care for some wine?
Lle naa ikotane vanima. : You are so beautiful
Nin irma lle. Nin fauk ten' lle: I desire you. I thirst for you.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. But if the blackmail pays off, I will!
It's short, and sweet.
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Antonia blinked. And blinked again. And again. Ana was standing there...but it didn't look like Ana. She reached out, and the 'Ana' reached back, a sleeve gently tumbling downwards as the arm lifted. Her fingers touched the other fingers, and found a cool surface. It was her! The outline was still blurry, and a little dark, but it was her. She smiled, and noticed a shadow in the corners.
"Who's there? I can see you."
"You can see me?" A flying body attached itself to her, shrieking with happiness. "About time Toni! I have so much to tell you!"
"You could have told me earlier..." Antonia laughed.
"Oh no...this is something you have to see." Ana pulled her hair back, and pointed to where a large hicky was. "Guess who?"
"Who?"
"Figwit." Ana giggled, and added. "It's only one. Elves are...kinky lovers..."
She noticed Antonia's face go stony. "What's wrong?"
"I kissed Legolas...I tried to..." Antonia's eyes filled with tears. "He didn't want anything to do with me."
Ana's face went from surprise, to anger. "He. Is. A. Freak. He. Is. Going. To. Loose. His. Testicles."
Antonia shook her head. "Just leave him. Forget it."
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Looking around, and seeing their pray, the girls grinned wildly, and waited. Legolas and Figwit, walking calmly along the path. Ana, and Antonia waited until they were right beneath, and...pounced! Antonia knocked Legolas to the ground, and stood, a smirk on her lips. Ana, didn't get the desired result...
"So much for elvish reflexes..."Ana groaned, as Figwit caught her, without batting an eyelid. He laughed, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Ana!" Legolas snapped angrily. "Antonia cannot see! Don't be so insensitive!"
At that, Ana got down, her face going red. "Insensitive! You prick! You fricken prick!"
Antonia's eyes widened, sensing severe pms mood swings going on in Ana. "Uhh..sis? Calm..."
"You fuckin asswhole!" Ana screamed, and started hitting him. "You refused her! My sister! Insensitive! Dickhead!"
"Figwit, grab her!" Antonia called. "It'll only get worse..."
Too late. Legolas was doubled over, as Ana kicked him in the balls. Figwit grabbed her, and held her back.
Legolas groaned, and stood up. "Are you ok Antonia?"
"I am fine." She answered, glaring at him. "And, I can see. Which you would have known, if you bothered to visit last night, like you promised."
"Melamin...I'm sorry..."
At that, Figwit, and Ana's eyes widened. (A.N: Yes, people, they've been...ahhhemm...studying..) Ana stopped struggling, and instead ran to Legolas, and started to hug him, a wild grin on her face.
"Err...did I miss something?" Antonia blinked.
"He just called you 'my love!'" Ana shrieked, and hugged Legolas again. "You have a boyfriend Ana!"
Legolas peeled Ana off him. "I've been calling Antonia Melamin since I arrived."
"You have!" Again Ana was glued to him. "Yay!Yahoo!GoobleGobble!Yay!"
"Help Melamin!" Legolas pleaded to Antonia, who was staring. "Figwit? Get it off!"
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Ana was bored. Very bored. It was freezing, she was rugged in clothes, no-one seemed to have heard of hot water bottles, and Haldir still acted as if he had a stick up his ass.
"It's too bad really." She mused to Antonia who sat there, humming and playing the violin.
"What is?"
"Haldir has some serious potential. We need to do something." Ana sighed deeply. "He'd be perfect for you..."
Antonia glared at her. "Not interested."
"Come on! Legolas is pathetic. He won't admit to calling you melamin anymore. Haldir is perfect."
"No."
"Rumil?"
"No."
"Orophin?"
"No!"
Ana shrugged. "At least help me get him to loosen up."
"Ok. No setting up or else!"
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Haldir sat, in a garden. The sisters came in, and sat. He imendantly tensed. It wasn't that they were sitting near him, he liked to talk to them occasionally. It was the evil glint in Antonia's eye, and the way they sat facing him. Staring at him. Not moving.
"Milady?"
They didn't answer, just stared. And stared.
"Is something wrong Milady's?"
Still no words. He got up, feeling their eyes following him. Haldir walked, and heard them quietly stand and follow. He was beginning to worry, and quickened his step. And they followed. Haldir broke into a light run, but still the girls followed, without making any more noise than their feet and breath. Finally he stopped.
"Milady's..."
Ana jumped on his chest, and Antonia dumped his hair in water. Before he could push them off, they got up, brushed themselves down, and walked off calmly, as if nothing had happened.
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"Lirimaer. Where have you been?" Figwit smiled, as he saw Ana come back, that wicked smile he'd grown to love so much, playing on her lips.
"Uhhh...helping someone..." She grinned, and sat in his lap, as he pulled her down.
They sat there, and she felt Figwit gently stroking the shapes of her ears.
"Aratoamin? What are you doing?"
"I'm fascinated by your ears." He murmured. "So beautiful."
"You do know how strange that sounds?" She murmured back, and giggled as he licked the round tip.
"I do." He answered, kissing her neck.
Antonia interrupted them, rushing down stairs. "Ana! Run!"
"What!" Ana snapped.
"Haldir!
Ana's eyes widened, and she jumped up, and followed Antonia down the stairs. Moments later, Haldir rushed by, red with anger. His hair was bright pink.
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"Legolas! Save me!" Antonia rushed to Legolas, who looked very surprised. Until he saw Haldir, and he begin to laugh and laugh.
"Stop Haldir." He stood in front of the twins, and Haldir stopped angrily.
"Look what they did!" Haldir snapped. "Let me cut off all their hair." He took out a sword, and Antonia's eyes widened in shock and fear, and she stopped breathing.
"Toni?"
"Antonia?" Legolas spun around, and caught her as she fainted.
"How lady like." Ana raised an eyebrow. "I never thought she'd have it in her..."
"I was just...joking..." Haldir went pale, and sheathed his sword.
"I know, friend." Legolas reassured him, now cradling Antonia in his arms. "Ana, go help Haldir. I'll take care of her."
He took her into his chamber, and sat, with her in his lap, her head on his shoulder. He sat there, stroking her hair, already knowing the cause of the fainting spell.
His fingers strayed down her hair, and onto her back, but his attempts at rubbing it were cut short when he realized how think the fabric was.
"Legolas?" She whispered, as she felt his fingers trace the strings holding the garment on her.
"Yes melamin?"
"Why wouldn't you...before..."
"I wanted you to see, as well." He answered, kissing her lips. "I wanted it to be two ways."
"I remembered. Haldir and the sword...and I remembered." She whispered, her eyes shut. "It hurt...so much..."
Legolas gently brushed her face with his lips, as his fingers tugged on the strings. They came undone quickly, and the dress slipped off her shoulders. Legolas ran his fingers down her bare spine.
"I will never hurt you, Vanima wilwarin nin." His fingers gently pulled the dress bodice clear off her top half, and kissed the side of her neck, as he admired her.
He was rewarded with a shiver, and she twisted to face him, her fingers undoing the belt around his lean waist. She kissed him, with hunger sweetening the embrace, as his arms wrapped around her, and stood. Her dress fell of, leaving her naked. Legolas bent down, kissing and suckling gently at her breasts, one hand around her waist, the other helping her with the buttons on his silvery tunic. As the final button was undone, he stood back, and Antonia slipped it off him.
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Figwit tugged on Ana's arm, pulling her away from the window.
"Give your sister some privacy!" He whispered, and she grinned.
"Ok, ok. Just making sure it's alright..." She answered, straying back to the window...until Figwit grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her back.
"Come now, my loved. I want you to myself..." He nipped on her earlobe gently. "There is much to teach you of making love, elvish style yet..."
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Morning came, and the group of five, (poor Aragorn was left along for quite a while!) set off from the Woods Of Loren. They were to return to Rivendel imendantly, Lord Elrond had asked for the twins to be taken to where they were found, and he would meet them there.
Poor Aragon was stuck with the couples, and hurried them on quicker than was necessary.
A week went by, and they were finally over the mountain, and onto long, cold plains. Winter was early this year, and a chill clung to the ever present gale that swept over the land. It gave Figwit a perfect excuse to stay arm in arm to Ana.
"Dos zhaun grt, nindol zhah l' ust draeval Usstan inbal keffal dos saph nindol." //You know wit, this is the first time I have seen you like this.// Aragon commented, as he watched Figwit and Ana snuggled close next to the fire.
"Usstan neitar inbalus nindol p'los." //I never had this before.// Figwit answered, and squeesed Ana's hand as she looked up, puzzled at the language. "Ol zhah alur taga Usstan gumash rin'ov zighen." //It is better than I could ever imagine//
Aragon smiled, and nodded. "Usstan kampi'un. P'los Arwen, Usstan zet ol tlu, 'zil folbol whol mzild khurzon nesstren. Lu' tangis' nin, Usstan h'ros kampi'un ele ol zhahus uns'aa il ssinssrinil." //I understand. Before Arwen, I left it be, as something for more worthy men. And even now, I can't understand why it was me she wanted.//
Figwit kissed Ana's hand, who had fallen asleep, leaning on him. A sad smile passed over his lips. "Ana orn inbal ulu sevir. Usstan satiir ol wun ussta xukuth. Udossta draeval zhah bista nin." //Ana will have to leave. I feel it in my heart. Our time is short now.//
Aragon frowned at the words. He had no reason to doubt Figwit, but he hoped it was not true. "Ph' dos zhaunus? Il orn naut el, orn il?" //Are you sure? She will not die, will she?// He glanced over to Legolas and Antonia, who were keeping a lookout. "Zhah ol l' toha whol Antonia?" //Is it the same for Antonia?//
"Usstan tlun zhaunus. Antonia lu' Ana's draeval zhah bista nin. To'ryll lasse zhaun ol 'zil al, jhal uk orn naut ja'hai ol." //I am sure. Antonia and Ana's time is short now. Green leaf knows it as well, but he will not accept it.//
"Orn dos vellupa ilta?" //Will you marry her?// Aragon asked, gently, knowing it would barley crossed Figwit's mind.
"Ka il orn inbal uns'aa." //If she will have me.// Figwit answered, without doubt, and smiled down at the girl leaning on him, her mouth open, and drool dribbling onto his black tunic.
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"We're going on a ranger hunt!" Ana skipped along, singing.
"We're going on a ranger hunt!" Antonia echoed.
"We're gonna catch a big one!" Ana held out her hands, as wide as she could.
"We're gonna catch a big one!"
Ana suddenly stopped behind Figwit "Oh no! A elf!"
"Oh no! A elf!"
Ana started to jump. "Can't go over it."
"Can't go over it."
"Can't go under it."
"Can't go under it."
"We'll have to go around it!"
"We'll have to go around it!"
They skipped around Figwit and started again.
"We're going on a ranger hunt!" Antonia giggled as she sung the first part.
"We're going on a ranger hunt!" Ana giggled with her.
"We're gonna catch a big one!" Antonia stood on tiptoes, her hand up high.
"We're gonna catch a big one!"
Ana suddenly stopped behind Legolas. "Oh no! A elf!"
"Oh no! A elf!"
Ana started to jump. "Can't go over it."
"Can't go over it."
"Can't go around it."
"Can't go around it."
"We'll have to go under it!"
"We'll have to go around it!" Antonia ducked under his legs, and he laughed, and pulled her up. Ana rolled her eyes, and skipped around him.
"We're going on a ranger hunt!" Ana started it again.
"We're going on a ranger hunt!" Antonia echoed.
"We're gonna catch a big one!" Ana held out her hands, as wide as she could.
"We're gonna catch a big one!"
Ana suddenly stopped behind Aragon, who turned around, a little untrusting.
"Ahhhh!! A ranger!!!!" They ran to the back, laughing, as Aragon shook his head.
The five kept going. As a rainstorm started, all five pulled out thick black cloaks, and pulled the hoods over their heads.
"99 bottles of mead on the wall, 99 bottles of mead. take one down, drink it all down, 98 bottles of mead on the wall!" The twins started to sing again.
"Ph' dos zhaunus dos ssinssrin ulu vellupa nindolen ligrren?" //Are you sure you want to marry these girls?// Aragon called to the elves.
They laughed.
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Another week, of the twin's endless songs, and the elves were going crazy. It was alright for Aragon' who's hearing was not as sensitive, but the elves had to constantly put up with 'The wheels on the bus go round and round'
They went off to discuss what to do, as they kept watch, and poor Aragon was left with them. Alone.
"Ana?" Antonia lazily asked towards Ana, who was sitting reading Cosmopolitan. (Aragon was behind her, pretending not to gape at the 'I got my breasts enlarged' article she was reading, without successes.)
"Hmm?"
"Did you tell Haldir it was semi-dye?"
"I though you were going to do it." Ana deliberately flipped to 'I was born with male and female genitals' and lay it open beside her, in full view of Aragon.
"No...I though you were."
"Opps." Ana shrugged it off, and stood up. "Well I though he was blonder in real life than in the movie. Maybe he shaved it all off, and when it grew back it was darker."
"That's probably it." Antonia smiled. "We're apart of Middle Earth history! We gave Haldir darker hair!"
"I wish we had pain killers. I've got major pains in my belly." Ana groaned, rubbing her belly.
"Monthly blood?"
"Nindel zhah ... Vel'klar ph' grt lu' to'ryll lasse? Lu'oh gumash nind sevir uns'aa maglust xuil dos draa?" //That is ... Where are wit and green leaf? How could they leave me alone with you two?// Aragon stood, and stormed off.
They started laughing, as he vanished into trees.
"I guess women don't talk about periods around here." Ana grinned.
"How do you..."
"Galadriel gave me the Middle earth to tampons." Ana answered.
"She didn't give me any."
"I asked for you, and she said 'Antonia will not have to worry.' I guess she can tell when we have periods too...freaky."
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Legolas and Figwit sat up the tree, talking quietly so that only their sensitive ears could pick it up.
"Shlu'ta dos satiir ol?" //Can you feel it?// Legolas asked, and Figit nodded.
"Siyo. Natha sel dro zhah veir." //Yes. A new life is close.//
"Xun dos talinth ol zhah uss d' udossta ssinssrigin?" //Do you think it is one of our loves?// Legolas asked.
"Ol zhah dossta, to'ryll lasse. Il uriu inbalus ol yol udos zet l' lorulmen." //It is yours, green leaf. She has had it since we left the woods.// Figwit answred, and looked over at Legolas. "Ph' dos loff'ta?" //Are you happy?//
"Ilta draeval xuil uns'aa zhah bista nin xuil uns'aa. Zhal'la Usstan tlu loff'ta? Usstan orn noa ilta, lu' l' dalhar." //Her time with me is short now with me. Should I be happy? I will lose her, and the child.// Legolas jumped down, and picked up a piece of thick dead wood. He got back up, and started to carve away. "Ol orn tlu ussta ust rosin. Lu' Usstan orn naut tlu gaer ulu kyorl ol rosin." //It will be my first born. And I will not be there to see it born.//
Figwit put a hand on his shoulder. "Ol orn tlu tenu." //It will be alright.//
"Usstan shlu'ta naut kyorl lu'oh." //I can not see how.//
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Never did. Don't bother to sue me, cause I have no money.
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Antonia noticed a difference in Legolas. What was a kinky lover, now touched her as if she would break apart.
The morning was no different. She was not allowed to cook. And he lifted her up on their horse. It was wearing a riding blanket, where usually Legolas liked to ride bareback. And when he mounted, he sat behind her, not in front as usual, wrapping his cloak around them both, and slipping one hand in her dress, resting it on her stomach. His excuse? 'I like the idea of a womb in there.' A few nights later, he seemed more interested in kissing her stomach, than....other places down south. Again, 'It fascinates me that there is a womb in there.'
Antonia was getting a little spooked.
"Legolas." She interrupted him, after sex , as he was whispering elvish to her tummy. "Do you want children or something?"
He just smiled sadly. "I do melamin, but I want to be there to raise them. I am only spending time with this one, because I will not have time with it in the future."
Antonia's raised an eyebrow. "This what?"
"Did you not know?"
"Know what?"
"That you carry a child."
Antonia laughed. "No, I'm too young to carry a child. I haven't finished school yet..."
"You are old enough, and you do carry a child. You have had it for three and a half weeks now."
Antonia stared at him, then at her stomach. "Oh god...it's going to have pointy ears!"
Legolas kneeled, and kissed her naked stomach. "Yes, and probably golden hair."
"And, considering it is yours, it will be beautiful." She grinned, as it sunk in. "And here I was, thinking you had an obsession with my stomach!"
He stood up, and kissed her. "It is beautiful, because you are it's mother, melamin."
"Legolas? What did you mean by no time with it in the future?"
He sighed, and explained his, and Figwit's feeling. When he finished, her face was a mixture of hope, and sadness.
"I want you to come." She whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "Please, don't leave us alone. Young mothers are not treated right in my world."
Legolas sat, and she sat in his lap. He wrapped a blanket around their naked bodies.
"I cannot go." He sighed.
"I know."
Legolas took a gold ring off his finger, and slipped it on hers. "This is a token of my love for you and your child. I will never forget you."
Antonia took off her own silver ring, that hung from a silver chain, a gift from her grandmother. She gave it to him, and he hung it around his neck. "Don't ever forget me."
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"You have a bun in the oven!" Ana shrieked, and hugged Antonia. "Oh my god! I'm gonna be a aunty!"
"No, a godmother. If you like."
"Oh my god!"
Legolas laughed, and peeled Ana off Antonia, to only have Ana attach herself to him.
"Oh my god! Legolas I love you!"
Figwit grabbed her around the waist, and Legolas pushed her off.
"You know, Lirimaer, we can work on making one too." He breathed huskily in her ear. "After all, I can't have you loving Legolas, instead of me."
"We'll see, Aratoamin." She turned, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Lets just keep doing what we always do."
"I have no argument." Figwit grinned, waved goodbye, and picked her up, and headed into the bush.
"Ok then..." Antonia rolled her eyes. "Legolas, could you sing a song, so we don't have to listen to them?"
"No, play the instrument." Legolas gave her the leather bag. "It is louder."
A loud moan, and Antonia imendantly started to play loudly.
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The hill was a few hour's away. Legolas refused to let Antonia to leave his side, and Figwit's eyes followed Ana around. Sadness filled the air. He thought back to a few days ago, when they were fiddling with a music box, and picked up something called a 'radio station' It made the fact that they were leaving more real, and since he had barley any energy to speak, so consumed with emotions.
Legolas rested his chin on Antonia's shoulder, his arms around her waist. She was leaving, he had no doubt. Elrond had sent a messenger to meet them, with a letter. It told them his beliefs, and that he could get the twins home. Today. Hours away. Legolas sighed, wishing he could just ride off, with his love. Figwit almost had, if it was not for Aragon. He could sense her emotions, and it only made him sadder. The being inside of her gave his fingers a tingle, every time he brushed her stomach.
Figwit had Ana twisted towards him, so she faced him as they rode. She rested her head on his bare chest, and he could feel her thoughts. She though about her sister, the baby. And him. He slipped his elvish ring onto her finger earlier, and she gave him a ring in return, just as he had seen Legolas and Antonia had done some time before. He hoped that she was bearing his child, but he had sensed nothing growing in her yet. She still was reluctant about having one, but he knew she could. She was singing in her head at the moment.
"If u want to save the day
and your hearing what i say
i feel your touch and kiss is not enough
and if u believe in me
think our loves for real
i want take nothing less than i did for love
let me tell you, i need a miracle, i need a miracle" She was singing softly, and stopped, as a tear escaped.
Antonia started her own song.
"Could you whisper in my ear
The things you wanna feel
I'd give ya anythin'
To feel it comin'
Do you wake up on your own?
And wonder where you are
You live with all your faults
I wanna wake up where you are
I won't say anything at all
So why don't you slide
Yeah I'm gonna let it slide
Don't you love the life you killed
The priest is on the phone
Your father hit the wall
Your ma disowned you
Don't supposed I'll ever know
What it means to be a man
Somethin' I can't change
I'll live around it
I wanna wake up where you are
I won't say anything at all
So why don't you slide
Mmm mmm slide
And I'll do anythin' you ever
Dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothin' that fall
Oh May
Put your arms around me
What you feel is what you are
And what you are is beautiful
Oh May
Do you wanna get married,
Or run away?
And I'll do anythin' you ever
Dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothin' that fall
Oh May
Put your arms around me
What you feel is what you are
And what you are is beautiful
Oh May
Do you wanna get married,
Or run away?
I wanna wake up where you are
I won't say anything at all
(Yeah slide)
And I'll do anythin' you ever
Dreamed to be complete
(Yeah slide)
Little pieces of the nothin' that fall
(Yeah slide)
And I'll do anythin' you ever
Deamed to be complete
(Yeah slide)
Little pieces of the nothin' that fall
(Oh oh oh slide)
Yeah, slide between the sheet of
All the beds you never knew
(Yeah slide)
Why don't you slide into my room
Just slide into my room
Oh, we'll run away,
Run away, run away"
"This is wrong!" Legolas snapped finally, after a hour. "We can't do this!"
"So what do we do? Run?"
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." Elrond's cool voice answered. "It is time Ana and Antonia."
Ana and Antonia dismounted, the elves watching, as Legolas and Figwit whispered into their ears. The twins took each other's hands, and went up the hill, followed by Elrond. He was muttering elvish words, and to their surprise, the weather completely changed around them, and they found the bus stop. Looking behind, they saw no one, only trees in their backyard. It was then, Antonia burst into noisy sobs.
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Legolas and Figwit watched them vanish. Legolas's face went angry, and he turned his horse towards Mirkwood and galloped off, Figwit, going in an opposite direction towards Rivendel.
Aragon bid his farewells to Elrond, and sent his love to Arwen, and went off, to live his Ranger life.
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Lirimaer: Lovely
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~Ok, here is the deal. No flames. I am very sensitive, and I also have a temper...first warning!!! ^_^I love the original as much as any, and yes. I have read it. And yes, I do make spelling mistakes late at night! So shoot me! If you do not like it, then don't read it. Simple.~
"Give me my violin!" The girl growled, but she shook her head, and lightly skipped backwards, clutching a thick handmade leather bag, with a violin poking out. "Ana!"
Ana laughed, and tossed her beautiful strawberry blonde hair back.
"Nope. You need a social life. Go, get a boyfriend, and I'll think about it." She grinned wickedly, and backed off, as the other girl made a grab for the case. "You can't spent your life, playing a piece of wood!"
"Ana, this isn't funny! You could break it!"
"Now Antonia, as the elder sister, it is my job to help you." Ana scolded, laughing, as her younger sister sent daggers over at her.
"Younger by 20 minutes." She answered, and leapt at Ana. "Give me him!"
"Oh…so the violin is a he, is he?" Ana laughed even harder, as Antonia went red, but stopped as Antonia pounced on Ana. They fell back, and started to roll down the edge of the steep hill. The school bags didn't help, and they crashed hard, into two pairs of legs. The owners to those legs joined in the rolling, until they all hit a tree. Hard.
"If it's broken, I'm going to murder you. Slowly." Antonia muttered, as she rubbed her head, and looked up. A sword met her gaze, as it pressed against her next. She looked over, and saw Ana, with another sword threatening her. The violin lay next to Antonia, and she grabbed it, and felt the sword tip graze her neck.
"Don't move." A voice snapped, and Antonia nodded as best she could. The sun shone brightly in her eyes, blocking the people in front.
"Look, we're sorry we hit you!" Ana put on her girly voice, and put on an 'I'm a female, I need my men to work while I clean the house' look. "We fell!"
"Forgive us, milady's." A hand let Ana up, and another helped Antonia up. "We thought you were attacking us."
Ana stood close to her twin, and wrapped an arm around Antonia, restraining her from attacking the man with the sword. He obviously mistook it for protecting, and sheathed his sword.
"We mean you no harm."
Antonia glared at him, and shook her sister loose. She tenderly checked her violin, which had survived the fall, being wrapped in thick velvet. As her eyes were lowered, she noticed the others with the man. Four longhaired men?
One of them smiled as she caught his eye, and her breath caught, as she stared at him. He was…beautiful.
"I'm Legolas." He smiled, and kissed her hand.
"Yea, and I'm Santa." She answered rolling her eyes. "So, 'Legolas', where is the rabbit hole? We have to go to school."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Santa." He bowed his head, and she raised her eyebrows. "But, I know not of this rabbit hole, that you speak of. Or of a school. Is this school near the rabbit hole?"
"Legolas. You don't exist." Antonia pulled her hand away, and stepped back.
"Forgive me for disagreeing, but it felt like I existed." Legolas answered. He obviously had fell with them, dirt and leaves stuck to him. The other handsome man was pulling twigs out of his dark hair.
"And who are you then?" Ana cut in, using her charms on the man who had threatened Antonia. A roll of eyes from Antonia was directed at her, followed by a twist of a finger.
"Strider." Strider gently picked a twig out of Ana's hair.
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Strider watched Ana stumbled again, in tight black shoes, for the fifth time in a hour. She caught his gaze, and gave him a glare which quickly melted his smirk off his lips.
He looked away, over to her sister, Antonia. She had dumped the same shoes a long time ago, and was walking happily barefooted with the other elves, who were sharing songs with her. They had been fascinated with the instrument she carried. But she made it obvious she believed she was in a dream.
It had taken Aragon and the elves ages to convince Ana and Antonia to follow them to Rivendel, after climbing up and down the hill, looking for something called a 'bus stop' and the rabbit hole. Lord Elrond would know what to do with them, and until then, he could not leave two women in a forest alone.
He sighed in relief as Rivendel came into view. No orcs, no women, nothing to worry about.
Lord Elrond came to greet them, followed by his love Arwen, who gave him a secret look that only he could read.
Brief introductions, more rolls of eyes, and Arwen took the women away, and he chuckled as he recognized Figwit's lingering gaze on the shorter one, Antonia.
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"This gives a new meaning to sisterly love." Antonia laughed, and Ana's laugh came back. They were bathing, in separate baths, with only a small curtain in between. Lady Arwen had left beautiful gowns for each of them. A smell drifted up from the steaming water, of flowers, and fresh rain.
"Well, I suppose it isn't the first time we've had to share something." Antonia ran her eyes over the wooden walls, carved, branded and with gold leaf.
"Is it just me, or does everything here seem beautiful?" Ana voiced her thoughts, and she answered.
"I know. It's amazing. And unreal. And a little scary."
Handmaidens came in, and Antonia tried to cover herself.
"Relax milady." The handmaiden laughed a surprisingly musical laugh. "We are all women here. No shame to you."
She pulled Antonia out, and heard Ana shriek in surprise, behind the curtain. The other handmaiden replied with similar words.
"We have to talk to Lord Elrond." Antonia blushed as the handmaiden started to dry her.
"Tonight, at the feast, he will gladly talk with you both." Arwen's cool voice came from the door. She smiled, as Antonia blushed even harder, as the maid started to help her dress in the thick gold dress. It was brocade, and was a lace up at the back. The skirt billowed out, with an underskirt of green peeping out every few movements. The maid ignored Antonia's little slaps, as she tugged at the bodice, pulling it into shape.
Arwen helped the maid pull Antonia's thick golden brown hair into a braid, chatting away, like she would have to old friends.
"Aragon told me that he thinks Lord Figwit has an interest in you."
"Who?" Ana called from the other side, as soon as interest passed Arwen's lips.
"Strider is Aragon."
"Who is Lord Figwit?"
"He was with the party. You fell on him I believe."
A full hour later, (Antonia had been timing, as there was nothing else to do, but be dressed by two over eager women) and finally Arwen and the maid decided she was ready.
Ana was brought from behind her curtain, looking beautiful as ever, in her wine red gown. It had a high waist, accenting her height, fastened with a gold belt, in the design of entwined vine leaves. Her long strawberry hair had been piled up into a circlet, and braided. Antonia narrowed her eyes in envy.
Arwen had the maid bring a full-length mirror. The twins stood side by side, looking equally beautiful, and almost alike, where it not for the difference in hair colors, and dress.
"Wonderful." Arwen nodded. "The men will not recognize ether of you."
Antonia took a step forward, and watched the fabric dance around her legs. "These are too good!"
"Nonsense. Aragon told me to prepare you both as true ladies of Elrond's house." Arwen took their hands, and slipped a ring on each. "You are ladies, until you find your way home again."
"Ladies?" Ana's eyes glittered at this, and she smiled widely.
"Yes. Lady Antonia, and Lady Ana." Arwen led them out of the bathroom. They walked down the light halls of Elrond's house, until they came to a door. Inside was a joint-bedroom, with a double bed on each side of the room, divided by a flimsy curtain of silken fabric. A balcony overlooked the river, and thicker curtains of white velvet and lace flitted in the breeze.
Antonia's face relaxed when she saw her precious violin and her school bag on one of the beds. Ana noticed, and gently hit her.
"Don't tell me you were pining for...'him'!"
"I love my violin Ana. It's something you could never understand." Antonia sat on the bed, and stroked the violin lovingly.
"You should decide to love that man...Figwit? Was that him?"
"A man decided that Figwit liked me. What would any male know?" Antonia snapped, and started to empty her bag. School books, a pencil case, deodorant, her purse, photos, a camera, with spare films. Her necklaces, rings, bangles (which couldn't be worn at school), and the earrings. "Besides, I'm still waiting to wake up."
Ana ignored her comment, and sat on the other bed.
"It is too beautiful to be real." She finally answered, and took out her camera. She snapped a picture of Antonia on her bed. "Too beautiful."
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Arwen returned to her father's study. He embraced her, as he always had done.
"How are our guests?"
"They are good. A little overwhelmed, as humans usually are, upon the first visits." Arwen took a seat at the thick oak table. "Do you believe their story?"
"I do not know enough. Tonight shall prove their intentions. If it is correct, they will ignore the lie you told them, and concentrate on leaving. If they are lying, they will try to bewitch Lord Figwit, and Prince Legolas, as many other women have tried. And failed."
Arwen nodded, and mused to herself, as her father started to read an old tome. It was becoming more common for a women, or two, to pretend to need help. They would come, try to enchant one of the elves.
She snapped to attention as Lord Elrond placed the opened tome in her lap.
"Read." He explained, and pointed to the page. A musty smell drifted up, as she read out loud.
"It was seen in V....(the name was worn out).. mirror, that sisters would come. They would be alike, and unalike in one. They possessed no powers, were not elven blood, and were as common as human women could be. They knew the way t....." She broke off as a tear ripped the rest of the writing out. The tome was crumbling in her fingers, and she carefully shut it. "Are these the two?"
"I doubt it." Lord Elrond carefully put the tome back, into the shelf. "But they are sisters, their looks can prove that."
"What are the point of the sisters to come?"
"Perhaps nothing. There is no-one who knows. No-one. I found this yesterday, in a old abandoned libery in the cellars. All the books were mostly dust, or close to it. I decided to show you."
Elrond lost his usual expression, and gave his only daughter a look of love.
"Chances are, you and I shall sail east before long."
The elves showed no surprise at the announcement of the feast. Almost every week Lord Elrond threw a feast, for the house of Elrond. Dancers and Musicians lived nearby, in white stone buildings, and treated as noble folk. At sunset, bells sounded for the feast, and candles in crystal enclosures were lit, in a line down the long marble and raised path to the hall.
Lord Elrond and Lady Arwen led Antonia & Ana into the hall just as the feast was being served. Lord Elrond had seated them right across from the men, Antonia across from Lord Figwit, and Ana across from Prince Legolas. If they were here for husbands only, they could not resist the men.
He seated the lady's and took a seat.
"Let the feast begin."
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Over three hours later, and the feast had not so long ago. Only a few remained, many elves and dancers had long melted away.
Ana giggled, as she sipped the wine. Red wine was potent on her and her sister, and she could feel happier than she'd felt all day. She felt…attractive. Sexy. Bewitching. And horny.
She gazed over towards where Lord Figwit sat, his dark eyes watching her. She battered her eyelashes, and he turned from her, with a little smile on his lips…those lips…
Her eyes followed his to where Legolas sat. Blondes were always her weakness, and this man dominated her mind.
She giggled again, and vowed to taste those lips…
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Figwit sighed inwardly. The pretty brown/blonde haired girl was obviously drunk. And from the looks she was giving him, it was obvious she had found him very pleasing, as women often did.
It annoyed him, these fool women throwing themselves at his feet. He was over 3000 years old, and had lived as an unmarried healer with no regrets. None.
He glanced towards Lord Elrond, a good friend. Lord Elrond had discussed the plans with Legolas and himself, and they had agreed to it. So why was he regretting it? He did believe the girls. Perhaps that was it. And right now, the sisters were not helping themselves. Lord Elrond obviously was believing their story less and less.
He stood, and took her hand. Let Lord Elrond come to his decision without the company of the increasingly drunk girl.
Antonia swayed on her feet, as they came to the steps leading into the warm summer night, and so he pulled her closer, incase she fell off the raised path, into the river. She obviously took it for an invitation, and wrapped her arms around his lean, strong body, and went to kiss him. Her lips pressed against his, and to his shock, her fingers started to attempt to undo his black tunic.
Figwit pushed her away, and watched her go from drunken love, to drunken anger in mere seconds.
"How dare you!" She screamed, and he backed off in embarrassment, as she started to stumble at him. "How dare you!"
At this, she threw herself at him, arms flailing everywhere, like she was trying to hit him in all places at once. Figwit grabbed her arms again, and held her tightly.
"Stop it!"
She looked up, growled at him.
"I!" She announced, pushing him off, and pushing the now loose hair out of her face. She paused for a second, looking confused, then smiled again, and continued. "I am the sexy goddess Aphrodite. I am bewitching. I am…sexy. Not dark, but beautiful and terrible, and sexy! You want me." At this, Antonia stood on her tiptoes, and held her arms to the sky, and screamed; "All will love me, and despair!" She laughed evilly…and passed out onto the soft green grass.
"Better than nothing." He muttered, and picked her up from the grass. "Lucky she fell on the grass side, and not the river side."
"Goddess?" Laughter came from the bushes, and a ranger came out.
"Aragon!"
"And me." Arwen followed, her lips slightly swollen, her hair tousled. Figwit chuckled.
"We will never give humans elvish wine ever again." Figwit started down the path.
"Is her name Aphrodite?" Aragon followed, with Arwen by his side.
"She introduced herself as Santa at first. Perhaps she is a maiden with more than one name. I believe it is becoming quite common for humans to name their children with more than one name." Arwen answered, and directed them down a path. "Her room is down here."
"Lady Santa-Antonia-Aphrodite?"
"Strange name."
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Legolas was not far when he heard the screams from Antonia. In fact, he was having enough trouble with Ana.
She was dancing on the tables. Not just any table, Lord Elrond's table. And while doing so, she was trying to pull of her clothing. Lucky for them, the wine-red dress was not obeying her.
"Lady Ana! Get down!"
Ana just laughed at him, and wiggled her hips in his face. Legolas took the opportunity to grab her around the waist, and pull her. He fell straight back, ungracefully, and fell hard, with the girl in his lap. She laughed, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I love you." She whispered huskily, and slipped her hands under his tunic.
Legolas stood at that, and she sat, with her pleading eyes up to him.
"I love you. Don't leave me in this way!" And with that, she started to sing an unknown song, in the worst possible key.
"Need help?" A tall blonde elf came in, smirking.
"Saelbeth! Thank the gods." Legolas gave a relived sigh.
"Oooh…two blonde elves." Ana stood up, and battered her eyelashes at Saelbeth. "Are you …"
"What?" Saelbeth took her hand and kissed it.
"Interested in me?" She stroked his hair.
"Don't even think about it Saelbeth." Legolas grabbed one hand, and Saelbeth raised his eyebrow, and took the other arm.
"Who? Me?" He gave his friend a cheeky look, and was hit.
The two elves started, pulling the girl away. She stopped them, and grabbed an opened bottle of wine.
"No." Legolas took the wine off her, and her face went desperate.
"But if I don't drink it, I won't wash the spew down!" Ana whimpered.
"What is 'spew'" Saelbeth looked a little worried at that.
Ana answered their question immediately, and soon they all shared a multicolor spray.
As Saelbeth and Legolas started to curse in elvish, Ana let out a long fit of giggles.
"Ohhh…it was a projectile one…"
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"Ohhh…sunlight evil!"
"Shhhhhh! Head is banging!"
"Don't you shhhh me!"
"Shut up Ana!"
Arwen stood outside the door, trying not to laugh. She was holding two glasses of the elvish medicine Lord Elrond and Lord Figwit had made them.
Finally, she returned the look of calmness to her face, and opened the door.
A pillow was thrown at her, as light spilled inside and the two glasses were spilt on the ground.
"Get out!" Ana screamed, and stuck her head in another pillow.
"Arrrggghhh!!"
"You shut up!"
Antonia just moaned, and Arwen quickly went back outside.
"How are they?" Legolas came down the hall quietly.
"Ready to murder anyone who comes in there with a voice, or sunlight." Arwen answered. "I dropped the medicine."
Legolas smiled, and pulled two more glasses out. "Lord Elrond thought I might need to help."
"Good luck." Arwen stepped back, as he opened the door and went in.
A mere moment later, he returned, covered in medicine, and feathers.
"Ana was up trying to block the light. I…she was armed." He explained sheepishly, and Arwen laughed loudly.
Seconds later, the door swung open, and Antonia stood, with a pillow in her hand. Ignoring Ana's screams to shut the door, she attacked Arwen with the pillow.
"Noise is bad! Shhhh!" She hissed, and went back inside.
Arwen covered her mouth, and started to shake. Legolas grabbed Arwen's arm, and hurried her away. "Are you sure they aren't crazy?"
Arwen went to answer, but burst out in laughter again. The sound went down the hall, and a door banged open, followed by a Antonia, holding a pillow.
"Come on!" The two elves bolted away, quietly.
Figwit was coming down the hall, humming loudly. The sun shone brightly, giving the world a carefree look. He was near the girl's room, and so he decided to see how they were. He smiled, admitting to liking the idea of seeing Antonia again, and sober.
Until he saw Antonia with a pillow in her hand, her hair knotted and wild, and a murderous look in her eyes, as she saw him.
Instead of running, he stopped humming, and waited for her to come to him.
"Don't make any noises!" She hissed, and he grabbed the pillow as it came for his head.
"Come with me." He whispered, and took her hand.
Back in his quarters, he mixed up more medicine, and made a mental note to tell off Legolas and Arwen for not giving her the medicine. Nearby, Antonia sat, glaring at him, every time glass clunked, or he made a noise.
Finally he have her the thick green medicine, and she drank it. Finally, once it was gone, she smiled.
"Thank you."
"Any time." Figwit took a seat beside her. "I don't think I shall give you wine ever again."
"I've heard that before." Antonia smiled at that. "I never actually heard the words being put into action."
"Well, they will this time."
Antonia fell quiet. She saw Arwen and Legolas heading back towards her room, with more glasses of the stuff. And remembered everything about last night.
"Oh god…" She groaned, and hid her face in her hands.
"You just remembered, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"It wasn't too bad…" Figwit took her hand.
"Oh puhh-lease. 'I am Aphrodite?' 'I am sexy?'" She groaned as she said the words.
"Apparently Ana did a table dance…"
Breakfast was to be held in Lord Elrond's private dining room.
Figwit had met Arwen, Aragon, Legolas and Lord Erestor in the gazebo outside the entrance to Lord Elrond's home. A handmaiden had led them into the dining room, and they took seats in their assigned spots. Arwen at one end of the table. Aragon and Figwit, next to her. Lord Erestor and Prince Legolas next to Lord Elrond.
Lord Elrond came in, and came straight to the point. "I do not believe these women are telling the truth, as was so obvious last night."
"I did notice that they could not hold their wine." Arwen answered. "Drunken humans rarely do as they want to."
"And it is possible they wanted to hold to their stories, instead of throwing themselves at Prince Legolas and Lord Figwit." Lord Erestor argued. "Perhaps the wine gave us their true nature."
"Or perhaps they did want to find their home." Legolas cut in. "I found Lady Ana referring to her home often last night. Including her drunken…adventure."
"Can you say the same about Lady Antonia?" Lord Elrond turned to Lord Figwit.
"Nay, she was acting quite childish…" Figwit answered.
"Childish! I found it rather amusing." Legolas answered. "Better than a drunken women dancing around in a rather un-moral manner."
"You would find childish behavior amusing, young elf." Figwit emphasized the 'young' and went on; "But a dancing women is easer to help than one that passes out."
Legolas went to argue, his face gone semi-red with anger.
"Enough!" Lord Elrond interrupted. "I agree with my advisor. Wine can release a truth, which otherwise would be suppressed. Today, I want Lord Elrond and Lord Figwit to escort our visitors back to where they were found."
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Arwen slowly walked to the girl's room. The sun had vanished long ago, replaced by black and gray clouds crowded much of the sky. She carried two women's riding dresses, as her gifts. After all, no women should walk with her legs bared to above her knees.
Inside the room a mournful tune played. Arwen pushed the door open, and saw Antonia gently playing the instrument, holding it as gentle as she would an infant. Ana sat, strange black things covering her ears, and she nodded her head, as if close to sleep.
"Antonia. Ana." Arwen called, and they both looked up. "You are to dress in these gowns. My father has decided to send you back where you were found, and let you return home."
"But we don't know how!" Antonia gaped, her eyes widening. "You're going to leave us alone in a strange forest?"
"Just go the way you came." Arwen reassured her, but it was obvious the two girls were panicking.
"What? Roll up the hill again?" Ana answered pulling on the riding dress, with some difficulty. "Hit my head again? I can do that here, you know." And with that, she gave her head a nasty knock on the wall, to Arwen's horror.
"Stop!"
"This is all a dream…this is all a dream…"
Arwen didn't answer, and helped them lace up the backs of the dresses. As she was pulling their hair back into elvish braids, she sighed, and said softly. "I'm sorry."
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The riding party was somber, as they rode out of Rivendel, and into the woods. Antonia wrapped a arm around Ana, and they followed, refusing to talk to anyone.
"What will we do Antonia?" Ana whispered. Her eyes were shiny "I thought they'd help us."
Antonia looked around, but none of the elves appeared to hear. "Walk up the hill, and see if we can find something." She whispered back. "If they won't help us, we'll help ourselves."
Ana nodded, and pulled out a vial of pepper spray. "I know you didn't need it, because of all that karate or what not, but I always pack this. I don't go without it. Lucky huh?"
"Very." Antonia grinned. "I carry it too. Self-defense isn't complete without that wonderful stuff. And this." She pulled out a little electric zapper. "Zaps them. Fun."
"Have you ever used it?" Ana's eyes widened. "Those things kill!"
"Naa…but it made mom feel better about us going to parties." Antonia smiled, as she saw Legolas's ear twitch at the emphasized 'kill'
"So that's how you convinced her, when I failed…I wondered." Ana stuffed the container back in her pocket.
Legolas rode over, and they quieted. "I hope you are both well."
"Fine, Prince Legolas." Ana snapped, and he flinched. "We are as fine as can be expected, given our current situation."
"You can return home. Is that not satisfactory?" Legolas asked, his face stony.
"It depends if we actually do find the way home." Ana glared at him. "The rabbit hole was not found last time, as I recall."
Antonia stood still suddenly. Legolas and Ana stopped, and Legolas gueseterd the party to go on.
"What are you doing?" Ana asked.
Antonia ignored her, and started to tap her toes together. "I wish I was home. I wish I was home. I wish I was home. I wish I was home…"
"Toni, it isn't working." Ana took her arm, and they started walking again. "Maybe you need the magic red slippers off the wicked witch."
"Probably."
"What wicked witch?" Legolas asked, and they snickered.
"Ohhh…just someone who was crushed with a flying house. It's ok, cause we think she's dead, cause she shriveled up. But we aren't sure if she is dead, cause she's evil." Ana replied…and her face lit up. She whispered into Antonia's ear, and Legolas strained to hear it. Thunder suddenly cracked the sky, and rain whipped down from the sky.
Antonia got an evil grin, and nodded. Legolas was getting worried by now. He didn't like the look on their faces one bit.
Ana suddenly pulled out a little white bottle, and shook the contents into Legolas's eyes. He doubled over in pain, and felt himself being pulled off the horse, and his daggers taken off.
He felt Ana lean over to him.
"I'm sorry Legolas. It was the witch who made us. Possessed." He felt her kiss him, and heard his horse gallop off, the two girls gone.
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Antonia held tightly to Ana, as she expertly rode the mare through the woods.
"Where are we going?" Antonia called.
"I don't know!" Ana answered.
"They are going to find us!" Antonia called after a few minutes. "And kill us for attacking a prince! We have to hide. Maybe we can find Gandalf. Or Galadriel. Smart people."
"Remember 'Rabbit Proof Fence', the movie?"
"Yea?"
"Rain will cover our tracks."
"Oh."
They rode for a long time, but the elvish riding garments thankfully kept them warm and dry. Finally they came to a river, small and shallow, where the water ran fast over rocks, and through reeds. Antonia pulled off her cloak, that was tied to her shoulders, and snagged it on a rock.
"They will think we went upstream, and it fell off." Antonia smiled. "Like the movie. You reminded me of it."
"The horse?" Ana asked, while stroking her mane. "We can't keep her. They'll want her, and she'll leave hoof marks."
Antonia thought for a moment, and cut a long cut in her leg, and smeared the blood on the cloak, and on some rocks. "Let them think one of us fell. They will think we are slower with an injury, and will become confident and stupid."
"Oww!" Ana gasped. "Idiot, Antonia! Moron!"
"It doesn't hurt at all." Antonia dismissed it. "Not as much as the punishment for almost blinding and stealing off a prince."
"I guess."
"Come on." Antonia started down the river, water splashing over her mid-calf high boots. "Thank good for leather lace up boots." Ana grinned. "I always liked them." She sprinted after her.
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Legolas opened his eyes wide, as a guard poured water into his eyes.
"Better, my lord?"
"Much." Legolas nodded, and wiped the water off his face. "They are both gone?"
"Yes. The horse prints are not so obvious, but Aragon will be able to track them with your help." Figwit answered, and kneeled next to where Legolas sat.
"They talked of a witch." Legolas remembered the evil look Antonia had. "Perhaps this witch made them."
"And dwarfs call Lady Galadriel a witch. Perhaps they did not…I don't know." Figwit groaned. "I'm over 3000 years old! This I should know!"
"You cannot know everything, friend." Legolas stood. "Shall we start our search?"
"The sooner the better."
The tracks went on for a good while. Only Aragon, Figwit and Legolas went, the guards were dismissed.
"Legolas, what did they do to you exactly?
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Night had fallen long ago. Ana and Antonia still trudged through the water, but the novelty had soon worn off, as they grew cold.
"We're crazy."
"I know."
"We attacked a prince."
"I know."
"A sexy prince, at that."
"I know."
"A sexy prince, with the most beautiful eyes."
"I know."
"We could have blinded him!"
"Toni! Shut up! Pepper spray never blinded anyone before!"
"But he's special!"
"Could have been worse."
"How?"
"It could have been Figwit."
"Ana!"
Again the two fell quiet. The night was eerily quiet, and even the river seemed to have hushed.
"Ana?" Antonia whispered.
"Yes?"
"I don't like the dark."
"You like dark haired elves."
"Shut up! That has nothing to do with a bag of chips!"
"What?"
"Nothing. I miss chips." Antonia grinned. "Salt and Vinegar…no BBQ. No. Cheese and chive…"
"Next they'll think we're bloody hobbits looking for elf husbands."
"Shhh. They might be listing, and will know our horrible secret."
"I am not a hobbit!"
"No Ana…you're a Nazgul."
"Hey!"
"Orc is better? Nice Nazgul? Half-orc? Hobbit? Ent?"
"Antonia!"
"Where do you think we are?"
"I dunno."
"We should probably find somewhere to light a fire. Middle Earth is filled with nasty little surprises."
"Eww…bugs?"
"Worse…. giant spiders! Rabid dogs! Old men!"
"Ewww! Old men!"
"Ahh…Ana?"
"Yea?"
"I think old men are the least of our worries…Run!"
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Aragon, Figwit and Legolas had found the bag. And gone downstream, following little drops of blood that had shaken off Antonia's leg, onto rocks. (Aragon was a Ranger, these things just seemed to pop out at him). They were hurrying now, fearing the worst, after seeing Legolas's dagger dropped on the bank, red with blood, a long way down the river.
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Seconds later, Ana found herself hiding in a tree, clutching the pepper spray with a death grip in one hand, and Antonia's zapper in the other. Antonia crouched a few branches lower, one of Legolas's daggers in her hand, and her pepper spray in another.
Male voices cut through the night, quiet and calm. Light footsteps were heard, but it seemed there were less feet than there were voices.
"Sina men. N'ndengina" One calm voice spoke, and Ana shivered. It sounded so...familiar.
"Uuma dela dosstan."
"Ph' lle raika e' i' dol calen lasse? Grt sinome orn'la neitar jivviim ho mela."
"Gu'e!"
"Xun lle talinth ron zhaun mani lye ph' ezual?"
"Lest zud'dar. blondes ph' waele."
"Mani?"
"Amin nym'uerus er en'sen ezual tanya blondes zhahen il, iire re zhahus shee'lot."
"Mani ph' blondes? Ph' nind Sreenath?"
"Amin xuat zhaun."
"Suust! Ron ph' de e' i'orn. Mallen pelu e' n'alaquel en' sen. Amin orn quarth sen ndu."
Again the night went quiet.
Chapter 6. (Legolas, Figwit and Aragon)
~Ok, here is it from the guys point of view. The guys are still talking in elvish/drow, but we see it from their point of view ^_^ Oh, and cause one's a prince, ones a heir to a throne, and ones a lord, they use nicknames: Legolas: green leaf. Figwit: wit. Aragon: Strider Not very creative, but there you go.
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They heard Antonia's hushed whisper to run, and hurried their step, bows and sword at the ready. They discovered the tree, the girls were up, and started to quietly talk as they checked for the chasers.
"This way. Don't kill." Legolas whispered.
"Don't worry yourself." Figwit answered, and Legolas could see Aragon smile broadly in the night.
"Are you wrong in the head, green leaf? Wit here would never hurt his love." Aragon's smile grew as Figwit stiffened.
"Hey!" Figwit lightly punched him.
"Do you think they know what we are saying?" Legolas asked, hoping to discract them both.
"Let's test. Blondes are stupid." Aragon looked up at the tree.
"What?" Figwit raised a eyebrow.
"I heard one of them saying Blonds aren't stupid, just drunk." Aragon explained.
"What are blondes?" Legolas asked. "Are they Dangerous?"
"I don't know." Aragon tightened he hold on the sword.
"Quiet! They are up in the tree. Circle around behind them. I will order them down." Figwit snapped.
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The conversations are a mix of mostly elvish, and some drow:
Sina men. N'ndengina:
This way. Don't kill.
Uuma dela dosstan.:
Don't worry yourself.
Ph' lle raika e' i' dol calen lasse? Grt sinome orn'la neitar jivviim ho mela:
Are you wrong in the head green leaf? Wit here would never hurt his love.
Gu'e:
Hey
Xun lle talinth ron zhaun mani lye ph' ezual:
Do you think they know what we are saying?
Lest zud'dar. blondes ph' waele:
lets test. blondes are stupid.
Mani:
What
Amin nym'uerus er en'sen ezual tanya blondes zhahen il, iire re zhahus shee'lot:
i heard one of them saying that blondes weren't stupid, when she was drunk
Mani ph' blondes:
What are blondes
Ph' nind Sreenath:
Are they Dangerous
Amin xuat zhaun:
I don't know
"Suust! Ron ph' de e' i'orn. Mallen pelu e' n'alaquel en' sen. Amin :
Quiet! They are up in the tree. Circle around behind them. I will order them down.
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"Ladies! Come down. It is safe for the time being." Figwit called. "The attackers are not around."
"No!" A shoe found his un-suspecting head.
"Ana?" Legolas called. "Whats wrong?"
Ana giggled, and replied in a robotic voice. "I'm not Ana. I am a witch."
"I'm not Antonia. I am...a tree." Antonia added, and another shoe found Aragon, as Legolas ducked.
"D'issan zhah ulnin." //Dawn is soon//
"Nindel zhah bwael. Vel'bol zhah xusst xuil mina?" //that is good. what is wrong with them?//
"C'nros."//Witch.//
"Mayoe udos ssrig'luin foluss xuil Zhaunil wun faer"//maybe we need someone with Knowledge in magic.//
"Lu' vel'klar xun dos inth pholor getting uss d' nindyn to'ryll lasse?" //and where do you plan on finding one of those green leaf?//
A loud sigh of frustration, and soon Legolas was clambering up the tree, only to fall as he felt a strange strong pain in his hand.
"Owww!"
"Stay away." Ana droned.
"Do not climb the tree." Antonia continued.
"Angry women have control of it." Ana finished, and snorted as Legolas tried again. She sighed. "Legolas, we don't want to hurt you. Get down!"
Again Legolas fell, clutching his hand.
"Like Bart on the Simpson's, with the electric cupcake." Antonia noted.
"Nindol zhah ushdui. Udos shlu'ta naut inbau mina harl nindol i'dol."//This is crazy. We can not get them down this way.// Aragon groaned.
"Lu'oh xun udos inbau mina harl?" //how do we get them down?// Legolas asked.
"Udos xuat. Lest usievaah ulu sevir, lu' flohlu mina. Ka Elrond zhahus ditronw, udos orn kyorl vel'klar nind dro. Ka uk zhahus xusst, udos orn zhaun." //We don't. Lets pretend to leave, and follow them. If Elrond was right, we will see where they live. If he was wrong, we will know.// Figwit answered.
"'zil zuch, grt zhaun vel'bol ulu xun. Ori'gato's veldri." //As always, wit knows what to do. Let's hide.//
The three melted into the scrub.
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HOURS LATER:
The early morning sun shone directly into the girl's eyes, but they kept going.
"Ana?"
"Yea?"
"Were are we going?"
"Lorien, I hope. Maybe they will help us."
"Uhhh...isn't that kinda far away?"
"So?"
"Nothing."
Antonia swore under her breath. As much as she liked sport, she hated hikes. Ana loved them. Ana was probably already thinking about tomorrow. With excitement. Again, Antonia swore.
"Ana?"
"How are we getting to Lorion? Over a snow covered mountain? Or through a spooky mine?"
"Uhh....trust me."
"Oh, that make me feel reeeaaall good." Antonia snapped, but sighed. "Sorry. Things on my mind."
"Such as a certain dark haired elf?"
Antonia didn't answer, and kept walking. "I never thought he'd actually leave."
"Well, you should have gotten down."
"Legolas was there. He would have killed us."
Ana sighed. "I forgot...made myself forget that. Opps..."
"Do ya reckon they know about PMS? Maybe we could blame that." Antonia asked.
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Afternoon came, and Ana saw something far away.
"A road!" She shrieked. This was not as fun as hiking.
"Really?"
"Yes! Lets follow it."
"Fine with me."
They started down the rolling hill, onto the plains. Far away, was a long brown road, with a bridge crossing a river. The girls were so focused on reaching the road, they didn't see the orcs moving towards them, blending into the background.
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Antonia stumbled over another branch that seemed to get itself in her feet. The rain kept falling, and Antonia was sick and moody. Ana walked quickly, her experience with hiking paying off. She was singing.
"Somebody else round everyone else,
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
And you fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no"
"No no no...more!" Antonia added, and Ana laughed.
"You sing then."
"Tired."
"Fine. I'll keep going."
"Ok ok! It will scare off any monsters anyway." Antonia sighed. "
I'm walking,
through streets that are dead
Walking,
walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired
My brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping
Did I,
hear someone tell a lie
Did I,
hear someone's distant cry
I spoke like a child
You destroyed me with a smile
while i was sleeping
I'm sick of love
That I'm in the thick of it
This kind of love
I'm so sick of it
I see,
I see lovers in the meadow
I see,
I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them 'til they're gone
and they leave me hangin' on
to a shadow
I'm sick of love
I hear the clock tick
this kind of love
I'm lovesick
Sometimes
the silence can be like thunder
Sometimes
I wanna take to the road of plunder
Could you ever be true?
I think of you and I wonder
I'm sick of love
I wish I'd never met you
I'm sick of love
I'm tryin' to forget you
Just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to be with you" Antonia finished.
"Wow." Ana sighed. "Who wrote that?"
"Bob Dylan."
"Uhhh...Toni?"
"Yea?"
"Did something happen between you and figgy?"
Antonia didn't answer.
"I knew it! When did you manage to fit that in?" Ana skipped around Antonia, who kept plodding on.
"Tired. No. Talking."
"Tell me. Or I will...break the violin!"
"No! Ok, we kissed. The morning after. A few times..." Antonia blushed.
"Yes!" Ana laughed. "My sister has grown up!"
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Figwit soon found himself being approached by a elf, and a ranger.
"You never told us that." Aragon gripped one arm.
"Why not?" Legolas grabbed the other.
"Uhhh..it never came up." Figwit's ears went pink.
"We can catch up to the girls. This, we have to hear." Aragon and Legolas forced Figwit to sit down.
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Antonia kept walking. "Umm...we were sitting on his sofa thingy...or do you call it a large chair?"
"Toni!"
"Ok, ok. We were sitting, and I said sorry for trying to kiss him, and he said that if i wasn't drunk he would have let me kiss him, then he looked kinda surprised at himself...like he only realized it."
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"I couldn't believe I said that, but I realized it was true. Then she smiled and said she wasnt drunk then, and then she kissed me. She looked just as surprised at herself as I had been feeling a moment ago."
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"I kissed him! And he kissed me back...and it was so good. My lips were tingling, sending electricity down my body, and..."
"You had sex?"
"Ana!"
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"My hands gently ran though her hair. It was so soft..." Figwit suddenly caught himself. "We should probably go after them. Middle Earth is not safe."
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"Oh look! The road." Antonia finished, as Ana grabbed her, and hugged her. "Air...I need air..." Ana suddenly fell off her, shrieking.
"Ana. Now is not the time." Antonia turned, and froze. Orcs stared at her, and a arrow ripped into her leg. She fell, as metal and wood ripped through flesh and muscle, and lodged there. The orcs picked them up, and cackling, ran off.
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"Do you guys have any idea what trouble your gonna be in when the ELVES FUCKEN FIND US!" Ana screamed the last part, but the orcs ignored her.
"This is the song that never ends..." Antonia grinned through her tears, as Ana continued.
"Yes it goes on and on my friends..."
"Some people started singing it not knowing what it was..."
"And they'll continue singing it forever just because..."
"This is the song that never ends..."
"Yes it goes on and on my friends..."
"Some people started singing it not knowing what it was..."
"And they'll continue singing it forever just because..."
"This is the song that never ends..."
"Yes it goes on and on my friends..."
"Some people started singing it not knowing what it was..."
"And they'll continue singing it forever just because..."
Ana and Antonia were thrown into shrubs.
"Enough! You will find no reason to sing once we are done with you." One of them ran fingers along Ana's neckline, and up to her face. She bit, and was hit hard by the orc. The orcs started to gather wood.
"We dropped our stuff didn't we?" Ana asked, glaring at the orc who was tending to a fire.
"Yea. I hope he's ok." Antonia sighed deeply.
"I'm sure Figwit is fine."
"No, the violin."
"Toni!"
"Ana, I didn't tell you something about Figwit."
"What? You did have sex? Lucky thing..."
"No! He feels for another. She doesn't know." Antonia's eyes were shiny. "He likes me, but his heart has fallen for another."
"Oh Toni! I'm so sorry!"
"It's ok. I guess he isn't what I wanted anyway."
"Glad it wasn't me. I would have gladly kissed him too...in fact I probably would have wanted to share him."
Antonia laughed. "Well, I would have wanted to share Legolas anyhow. Makes it easy."
"We are going to die here aren't we?" Ana asked.
"Yea."
"I want to confess something."
"What?"
"I liked Figwit. But you liked him, so I didn't do anything to stop it."
"Errr…I liked Legolas, but you seemed to like him…and Figwit was cute…" Antonia suddenly realized. "Ana, did you like Figwit from the start?"
"Yea...but you liked him. I want you to have a social life. Legolas was good too..."
"Legolas...is good."
"Wow...we kinda muddled that one, huh?" Ana smiled. "We almost went for each other's crush!"
They fell quiet, as they watched the orcs. The orcs seemed worried, and Ana leaned into to Antonia.
"Do you think it's our nights in shining armor?"
"I hope."
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"I can't believe you turned her down, after kissing her!" Aragon groaned, as they started to the road.
Figwit sighed. "She...isn't as beautiful or kind, or sweet as someone else."
"Who else!" Legolas asked. "Antonia is beautiful, and kind, and sweet, and funny! What more could you ask for?"
Figwit looked at them. "You must swear never to utter this to anyone."
"I swear by my love for Arwen." Aragon nodded.
"I swear by the sea and stars." Legolas added, looking over the hill, to the road...and froze. "Where are the girls?!"
"Oh sweet Varda..." Figwit groaned, as he saw two bags and a violin case sitting beside the road.
Legolas scanned around. Blood on the ground. A faint voice caused the elves's ears to prick up.
"ELVES FUCKEN FIND US!"
"This way!"
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The orcs gathered around the girls. One held a hot sword blade, red from the hot fire, the other a dagger.
"Ana? This doesn't look good."
"Agree..." Ana screamed as the sword ripped through her dress, ripping it up to her hips, and burning her skin. The orc laughed, and kneeled over her.
"Hey! Get off her!" Antonia screamed. A orc hit her in the head with the end of a dagger, and she blanked out.
Ana screamed again, as the orc entered her, the pain like he was breaking her in two. The sword sat onto of her, burning her through the dress. The orc thrust in and out, the feeling was like ripping in two. His teeth ripped at her skin, and she tried desperately to think. Her mind stopped working, as the second orc bent over her. Her eyes fell Antonia being cut deeply with knifes as she was raped not far away.
"Your gonna pay..." She whispered, and grabbed the hot sword. The orc spilled hot seed over her ripped dress and belly, and she cut it off. The orc hit her hard, and she was out.
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Legolas's face went red with anger, as he looked over the scene far away. Dead orcs. And rags of garments. Figwit was not blessed with night sight, but could already tell what was on his friend's mind.
"They will pay." Legolas slowly spat out, his voice deep and dangerous. He started off, his bow ready, Aragon and Figwit following
They reached the camp. All the orcs were dead, arrows and sword marks pierced through their ugly bodies. Two ripped riding dresses, covered in sticky semen and blood. Figwit started to burn the orcs, and spitting on the flames.
"Look at this." Aragon held up the unfortunate orc's member. "Revenge." He tossed it on the fire.
"Where are Ana and Antonia?" Legolas asked. "And who killed the orcs with elven arrows?"
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Haldir held the beautiful red-blonde haired girl tightly. His trustworthy horse cantered home, smoothly, unlike human horses. Lady Galadriel would be pleased he and his brothers made it on time.
"Rumil! How fares the other lady?" He called to his elder brother, who held the brown-blonde girl on his horse Elen.
"She is weak. She has lost much blood." Rumil called back. "She needs a healer fast."
"Orophin! You have the faster horse of us all, and can carry her easily. Take her!" Haldir called to his younger brother, who nodded, and rode alongside Rumil. He took the girl carefully, gripping the flanks of the horse with his strong legs, and rode ahead, towards the woods of Lorien.
Haldir watched him go on his mare Arauka. The girl in his arms stirred, and he slowed.
"Milady. How are you feeling?" He asked, and she looked around. Ignoring him, she held her hands in front of her face, until they hit her.
"Why can I not see?" She gasped. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"I am Haldir of Lorien, an elf. We are riding my horse Hisie. You have a large bruise on your head, and swelling around the eyes, but your eyesight shall return in time. As for where we are, we are riding over the Gladden Fields towards Lorien."
"Where is my sister Antonia?"
"She is with my brother Orophin riding towards Lorien. Your sister is badly wounded, and needs care urgently. You were lucky...in a way."
"How did she get wounded?"
"Orcs."
"ORCS!" Ana stiffened. "What orcs?"
"You do not remember?"
"No...I wish I did!"
"Think of it as a blessing, for now. I do not think memories as painful as those are worth being mourned over."
"Haldir? Why am I dressed in this…cloak? Where are my clothes!"
Haldir didn't answer, just looked guilty. He started the horse in a canter, his heart breaking at the thought of orcs touching the beautiful girl he was holding.
"Don't tell me, elves cross-dress too!" Ana giggled, ignoring her sensible part of her mind.
"What?" His eyes snapped to hers, and was surprised to see...humor?!
"Nothing."
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Aragon, Legolas & Figwit sat around the fire. The elves gazed upon the stars they loved so much, Aragon on the flickering flames, and the pot of water, filled with wild onions and carrots. Not one word had been spoken since they gave up searching the orc's ruined campsite. Legolas held Antonia's instrument, gently plucking the strings.
The water begin to boil over, but no-one moved to take it off. Finally Legolas took it off, and put another log on the fire. He went to speak.
"There are two options. Travel to Mirkwood, which is close, over the river. My people will welcome me back, and you shall be honored guests. We can start off refreshed. Or we could travel to the woods of Lorion, as Ana and Antonia often talked of speaking to the Lady Galadriel." Legolas muttered, and the others stretched from their long, sat in positions.
"I will not rest, not knowing her fate." Figwit answered. "Or her sister. Mirkwood would hold no joy for me."
"I follow you both. Life as a Ranger has hardened me, I need no rest." Aragon answered.
"Lorion it is then." Legolas smiled a small smile then. "I was worried for a moment that you both would pick Mirkwood."
"First we find Ana and Antonia. Then, green leaf, we rest in your beautiful kingdom."
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Riding on Haldir's horse was an interesting experience. Ana had never ridden a horse with so smooth a step, or that could achieve such speeds. She couldn't see, but she could sense the landscape rushing past. He had explained earlier that the horse was elvish breed and trained, but it still amazed her every time they jumped effortlessly over a fallen log, or branch. One stop at a small nomad camp, and she was dressed in breeches and a tunic, and her eyes wrapped around with a long bandage, to help stop infection until they reached the city of Lothlorien. Last night, she nibbled on food, and listened to the elves speak in their musical language, and felt at peace. Not one memory had surfaced. The last thing she could remember was Antonia talking about the kiss Figwit gave her. According to Haldir, the woods of Lorien were close.
"Close in elvish terms." She muttered. "In other words, two weeks..."
"In other words, we are there." Haldir interrupted. "Hold on tightly, my horse must jump the river."
She imendantly gripped harder around his lean waist, and felt the powerful legs of the mare clear the running river beneath them, and land safely on the other side, without one hesitation.
"Wow." Ana grinned widely. "I've gotta get me one of these beauties...Elena would be green with envy!"
"Strange humans..." Haldir muttered, imagining her pretty face going as green as the plains they had just passed over.
Ana breathed in. Her first time in this place, probably the last, and she'd never see the woods. The smell...was like her rainforest back home. A pang of homesickness hit her, and then loneliness, as she though of her sister, who loved to swim in a pool under a waterfall, that was a ten minute walk from their backyard. And, how Antonia used to play with the waterfall as best she could, or play to it. Her violin. Ana found herself hoping Antonia still had the violin. She'd be lost without it.
More elvish, and Haldir answered, proud unmistakable in his voice. That was what she thought him to be. Proud. He was powerful, and he enjoyed it. Ana smiled at that, her boyfriends had always been powerful in one way or another. Popular. One of the best at sport. Self-assured. And she was sick of them preening themselves in mirrors. 'Does my bum look bigger than yesterday? Ana, it's important. I must be fit, so I can play table tennis!' 'Oh dear. Ana, can I borrow some concealed? I can not go into school, with this pimple!' Both boyfriends. Both lasted a month. And both were the best of her boyfriends.
A deep sigh, and she could feel Haldir stiffen.
"Is something wrong Milady?"
"I told you, call me Ana. No. Just thinking about home."
"Where is your home?"
"Well, if I roll up a certain hill, then attack a sister backwards, I might be lucky enough to find it." She grinned as she guessed what he was thinking. 'Mad human'.
Again silence between them, and Ana strained her ears. Musical voices, birds, laughter. She wished she could see it. Haldir pulled his mare to a stop, and jumped down effortlessly. He gently placed his hands on her waist, and lifted her down.
"Welcome to my realm." The soft feminine voice, that deepened with the power of the speaker, came from in front. Ana shivered. She didn't need to see her to know who she was, or how beautiful she was.
"Lady Galadriel."
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Ana was hurriedly dressed in silky robes that gently swayed around her, and taken to where her sister lay, still asleep.
"We have kept her in a dreamless sleep. Sleep helps the healing." Galadriel spoke beside her, her hand on Ana's shoulder. Ana kneeled next to her, and took a cool hand in hers.
"Is she alright?"
"She woke earlier, and demanded to see you. Then when she discovered that she could not see you, or anyone for that matter, she was a little...angry. She does not remember anything." There was a hint of amusement in Galadriel's voice. "It appears in your world, anger is expressed...differently."
"She cannot see?"
"Orcs know how to render a person sightless for a temporary time. A torture method. It scares the person to not see what is coming, only hear."
Ana nodded, and felt the hand twitch in hers.
"The man you love is on his way now. And close to panicking." Galadriel spoke up after a while. "You know who I mean. You can fool those around you, but not your heart. Not his."
Ana ignored those words, and kept stroking her sisters hands.
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A day passed. Ana spent her time with Antonia, waiting for her to wake. Finally, in the evening Antonia woke up, and gripped the hands tightly. "I want my sight now. I want my sister now."
"You'll kill her by cutting her circulation off if your not careful! Let go Toni!" Ana grinned.
Antonia imendantly leapt of the bed, and into her sister's arms. "Ana!"
"Careful! You aren't healed yet!" Ana laughed all the same, and hugged her gently. She let go, and pushed her back. "On the bed. Now. Rest. Heal."
"I feel fine. I could do the Macarena, and then the nut bush, and then...that 5, 6, 7, 8 dance..."
"Oh yea, the elves would really keep us here if we did that." Ana
"Ha! They love us. They just haven't realized yet." Antonia grinned. "We'll have them doing konga lines around the city before you know it!"
"Yea right Toni. I'll help. But first, let your body heal."
"Ana? What is Lothlorien like?"
"Your not the only one without sight. But from the dark gray and black shadows it appears to be...nice?"
"You can't see?"
"There are dark gray shadows and black shadows. All in all, i can't see."
"Twins to the end." Antonia hugged Ana again.
"Absolutely."
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Legolas, Aragon & Figwit watched another night approach, as they rode on horses bought from nomads. The nomads had given them good news, one girl had been spotted being rushed south with an elf, another was alive and happy, and had bought clothing off them. They were on their way north, with their new money, to buy supplies for winter.
The sun set, leaving blood red streaks beneath the clouds, and orange framing the tall mountain ranges to the west. Again a fire was lit, and food was cooked over a fire.
The morning was clear, and a little misty.
"Only a short ride now." Figwit smiled widely. He was certain they were fine now.
The guards at the front of the woods stopped them, but offered an escort as they recognized the three. A Prince, A heir to a throne, and a 3000 year old Nordor lord. The news of the twins was good. Both well, both healing. Both with no memory of the ordeal. Legolas had to 'spew' as Ana called it, when he saw the tatters of flesh, and fabric, the blood spread over the dirt.
Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn welcomed them.
"What is the news on the sisters?" Legolas asked, after formal introductions were made.
"Ana has regained her sight, and appears to have little more than shallow cuts and bites. Antonia is weaker, although it will not be noticeable, her mental strength curtains the physical weakness. Her eyes are still unseeing, and she has had a great deal of blood loss, and is weaker than she is willing to admit. "
"May we see them?" Figwit asked.
"Ana may allow you to see her. Her...mutilations...are hidden under garment. But Antonia has not yet seen herself, it must be for her to see first. It is more visible, than Ana's." Galadriel answered.
Legolas nodded...but stopped. 'You may see her.' Galadriel's cool eyes rested on him, then looked towards where a staircase wove down. 'Forget your sense of duty to your friends. Follow your heart, not your head.'
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He whispered to Figwit that the Lady had someone she wanted him to meet, and Figwit took it without one bat of an eyelid. Legolas started down the staircase, and soon picked up a voice. Hers.
"Damm sword, get in the fuckin target. Eye, work!"
He laughed softly, as he heard a clunk of a practice sword hit tree trunk, instead of straw target. Another profanity, and the clang of the sword being thrown against the target.
"Oh, so now you decide to hit!" She spat, venom in her voice.
Legolas reached the bottom, and gasped openly. She stood there, her face still bruised. Her arms...looked like they had been painted on with red and brown paint, then little black stripes over them. The dress covered other wounds, but he could tell by the way she moved that there were many, and that they still pained her.
"Who's there?" She had spun in the direction of the gasp, and glared as best she could, in his direction.
Legolas couldn't answer, bile was in his throat. The camp was bad enough, but to see her arms stitched up, and still sore looking, the way she moved with difficulty, clutching a cane in one determined hand, it all made it real. Too real.
"Who's there?" She asked again, unsure ness in her tone.
Legolas took the violin off his back, and unwrapped it. He placed it in one of her out-stretched hands, and her face lit up as she touched the familiar wood.
"Oh...!" She whispered, her fingers stroking the wood, the cane lying forgotten on the ground. "How I missed you..." She looked up, and he smiled at her face.
"Oh melamin "He sighed, and wrapped her in his arms. "I felt so sorry for you."
"What was that you called me?" She whispered, as she wrapped her arms around him, and let her head fall on his chest.
"I'll tell you another time." He answered. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." She answered, quickly.
"Do not lie to me melamin. I know you are not fine." He answered, and gently pushed her back so he could look down at her. "Have you any memories?"
"Only...Ana falling on me. Then the arrow." She sighed, and added before he could probe more. "But nothing else."
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. *sigh*
Figwit stood there on a balcony, watching and listing to Ana.
"Come on....yes! Ha! Beat that Haldir!"
"We shall see milady..."
He watched Haldir reach for his bow, but it seemed again, Ana had the better shot. She grinned, and patted his sholder.
"Jolly good show, old man." Her smile widened as he growled at her, and walked off, muttering something about border patrol.
He came up the tree Figwit was in, and caught him watching.
"You can have her." He snapped, and went into chambers behind him, muttering something about not being old, just tired by battle...
Figwit laughed, and jumped off the balcony, onto a welcoming tree. He slid down, and got a splinter much to Ana's amusement.
"Mae govannen." She grinned, at his face. "I've been learning."
"Who has been teaching you?" A hint of jealousy was in his voice, but she didn't notice.
"Oh, Haldir's elder brother is. You know, Rumil." She flashed him a smile that made his knees go weak.
'Stop it, Figwit! Legolas has fallen for her!' He told himself off, and smiled. "Is he a a good teacher?"
"Oh, no. He's terrible." Ana answered, then added. "Actually, I'm the terrible student. I'm pathetic at learning."
Figwit offered his arm. "A walk? Perhaps I can teach you something of our language."
Ana took it, smiling. "Thank you good sir. I would be delighted."
She took his arm, smiling, but as he gripped it tightly, she suddenly let go, her face full of pain.
"Ana?" Figwit took a hand, and pressed one of his to her cheek. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She answered. "I just remembered something..."
"What. Tell me, Ana."
"Just an orc gripping my arm. He was cutting it..." She answered, her face breaking into a frown.
Figwit decided this was a good excuse to hold her, and so he gently took her in his arms. "But it's over now, and you are fine."
"I want to go home." She whispered, and he felt tears through the fabric.
"I want to see your home."
"I need to find out how to get there first." She answered. "I miss my doggie."
"I'll get you another one. What was his name?"
"Prince."
"Why prince?"
"He is stuck up, and vain." Figwit smiled, as his sensitive elvish skin picked up a smile on her face.
"Let's test your knowledge on elvish." He smiled. "Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa."
"Errr...pass. Next one."
"Malia ten' fion?"
"Figwit, I don' know!" Ana giggled in his arms, and he smiled as the feeling tickled. "I'm a silly blonde. What were you saying?"
"Lle naa ikotane vanima." He whispered in her ear, and was rewarded with a shiver.
"I'll have to go, if you keep speaking elvish..." But she made no move.
Figwit led her to a bench, and sat down next to her. "I firstly said 'Your heart is that of a lion. Then I asked you if you wished for some wine."
"And the last one?"
"Learn elvish, and you'll know." He kissed her fingertips, and then her hand. "I must leave."
"Why?"
"Nin irma lle. Nin fauk ten' lle." He answered, and got up. She rolled her eyes, and pulled him down again.
"Milord, I am not yet done with you." She kissed him, and he gave in. "But can I ask a questian?"
Figwit looked up. "Of course."
"Why the name Figwit?"
"I once was obsessed wih Figs, and so I was called Figwit. It caught on, and ever since, I have had it for a name."
Ana nodded, and gave him a long, passionate kiss. "Oh Figgy…"
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Legolas and Antonia sat closely, Legolas in front of Antonia, his legs right up next to hers. He removed the bandage, and gently started to clean her eyes, that were pink and tender, but not so much as the day before. He winced as he dabbed the lotion on her eyes, and the way they stared back, dim and lifeless. He wrapped them again, quickly.
"Something wrong?" She asked, to his surprise.
"No, nothing. Your eyes just lack their usual fire."
"Legolas? Can I ask you a favor?"
"Anything Melamin."
"Could you dress my other wounds? I don't like strange healers doing it. I trust you."
"Antonia...it would mean..."
"That's why I want you." She found his hand, and entwined her fingers in his.
Legolas sighed, but he smiled as he did so. "One moment Melamin."
He locked the door, and shut the curtains, and lit candles for lighting. Legolas then sat in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her, and found the strings that held the bodice up. Slowly he untied them, and pulled the bodice off. He drew in a breath, at her naked chest, and tried to divert his eyes from her breasts, moving with every breath under a bandage. He unwrapped the bandages, and felt all his desire drain away at the sight of teeth marks and deep cuts over her. Anger washed over him, and he gently started to rub the potions into her tender skin, his fingers working slowly. From that moment on, he swore that all orcs within eyesight would pay.
He started, as she let go of his hand. It creept up to his face, and she kissed him. It was sweet, and full of desire. Her other hand creept to his groin.
"No melamin." He pulled away. "Not now."
Without a word, he wrapped the bandages around her, trying to ignore the rush of blood to his groin as he lightly touched her breasts, wrapping them. How he wished...no. Not here. Not now.
"Tenna' tul're, melamin." He whispered, and kissed her softly. To his surprise, she did not return it, and he left, not seeing the wetness creeping through the bandages around her eyes.
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Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa: Your heart is that of the lion
Malia ten' fion: Care for some wine?
Lle naa ikotane vanima. : You are so beautiful
Nin irma lle. Nin fauk ten' lle: I desire you. I thirst for you.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. But if the blackmail pays off, I will!
It's short, and sweet.
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Antonia blinked. And blinked again. And again. Ana was standing there...but it didn't look like Ana. She reached out, and the 'Ana' reached back, a sleeve gently tumbling downwards as the arm lifted. Her fingers touched the other fingers, and found a cool surface. It was her! The outline was still blurry, and a little dark, but it was her. She smiled, and noticed a shadow in the corners.
"Who's there? I can see you."
"You can see me?" A flying body attached itself to her, shrieking with happiness. "About time Toni! I have so much to tell you!"
"You could have told me earlier..." Antonia laughed.
"Oh no...this is something you have to see." Ana pulled her hair back, and pointed to where a large hicky was. "Guess who?"
"Who?"
"Figwit." Ana giggled, and added. "It's only one. Elves are...kinky lovers..."
She noticed Antonia's face go stony. "What's wrong?"
"I kissed Legolas...I tried to..." Antonia's eyes filled with tears. "He didn't want anything to do with me."
Ana's face went from surprise, to anger. "He. Is. A. Freak. He. Is. Going. To. Loose. His. Testicles."
Antonia shook her head. "Just leave him. Forget it."
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Looking around, and seeing their pray, the girls grinned wildly, and waited. Legolas and Figwit, walking calmly along the path. Ana, and Antonia waited until they were right beneath, and...pounced! Antonia knocked Legolas to the ground, and stood, a smirk on her lips. Ana, didn't get the desired result...
"So much for elvish reflexes..."Ana groaned, as Figwit caught her, without batting an eyelid. He laughed, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Ana!" Legolas snapped angrily. "Antonia cannot see! Don't be so insensitive!"
At that, Ana got down, her face going red. "Insensitive! You prick! You fricken prick!"
Antonia's eyes widened, sensing severe pms mood swings going on in Ana. "Uhh..sis? Calm..."
"You fuckin asswhole!" Ana screamed, and started hitting him. "You refused her! My sister! Insensitive! Dickhead!"
"Figwit, grab her!" Antonia called. "It'll only get worse..."
Too late. Legolas was doubled over, as Ana kicked him in the balls. Figwit grabbed her, and held her back.
Legolas groaned, and stood up. "Are you ok Antonia?"
"I am fine." She answered, glaring at him. "And, I can see. Which you would have known, if you bothered to visit last night, like you promised."
"Melamin...I'm sorry..."
At that, Figwit, and Ana's eyes widened. (A.N: Yes, people, they've been...ahhhemm...studying..) Ana stopped struggling, and instead ran to Legolas, and started to hug him, a wild grin on her face.
"Err...did I miss something?" Antonia blinked.
"He just called you 'my love!'" Ana shrieked, and hugged Legolas again. "You have a boyfriend Ana!"
Legolas peeled Ana off him. "I've been calling Antonia Melamin since I arrived."
"You have!" Again Ana was glued to him. "Yay!Yahoo!GoobleGobble!Yay!"
"Help Melamin!" Legolas pleaded to Antonia, who was staring. "Figwit? Get it off!"
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Ana was bored. Very bored. It was freezing, she was rugged in clothes, no-one seemed to have heard of hot water bottles, and Haldir still acted as if he had a stick up his ass.
"It's too bad really." She mused to Antonia who sat there, humming and playing the violin.
"What is?"
"Haldir has some serious potential. We need to do something." Ana sighed deeply. "He'd be perfect for you..."
Antonia glared at her. "Not interested."
"Come on! Legolas is pathetic. He won't admit to calling you melamin anymore. Haldir is perfect."
"No."
"Rumil?"
"No."
"Orophin?"
"No!"
Ana shrugged. "At least help me get him to loosen up."
"Ok. No setting up or else!"
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Haldir sat, in a garden. The sisters came in, and sat. He imendantly tensed. It wasn't that they were sitting near him, he liked to talk to them occasionally. It was the evil glint in Antonia's eye, and the way they sat facing him. Staring at him. Not moving.
"Milady?"
They didn't answer, just stared. And stared.
"Is something wrong Milady's?"
Still no words. He got up, feeling their eyes following him. Haldir walked, and heard them quietly stand and follow. He was beginning to worry, and quickened his step. And they followed. Haldir broke into a light run, but still the girls followed, without making any more noise than their feet and breath. Finally he stopped.
"Milady's..."
Ana jumped on his chest, and Antonia dumped his hair in water. Before he could push them off, they got up, brushed themselves down, and walked off calmly, as if nothing had happened.
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"Lirimaer. Where have you been?" Figwit smiled, as he saw Ana come back, that wicked smile he'd grown to love so much, playing on her lips.
"Uhhh...helping someone..." She grinned, and sat in his lap, as he pulled her down.
They sat there, and she felt Figwit gently stroking the shapes of her ears.
"Aratoamin? What are you doing?"
"I'm fascinated by your ears." He murmured. "So beautiful."
"You do know how strange that sounds?" She murmured back, and giggled as he licked the round tip.
"I do." He answered, kissing her neck.
Antonia interrupted them, rushing down stairs. "Ana! Run!"
"What!" Ana snapped.
"Haldir!
Ana's eyes widened, and she jumped up, and followed Antonia down the stairs. Moments later, Haldir rushed by, red with anger. His hair was bright pink.
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"Legolas! Save me!" Antonia rushed to Legolas, who looked very surprised. Until he saw Haldir, and he begin to laugh and laugh.
"Stop Haldir." He stood in front of the twins, and Haldir stopped angrily.
"Look what they did!" Haldir snapped. "Let me cut off all their hair." He took out a sword, and Antonia's eyes widened in shock and fear, and she stopped breathing.
"Toni?"
"Antonia?" Legolas spun around, and caught her as she fainted.
"How lady like." Ana raised an eyebrow. "I never thought she'd have it in her..."
"I was just...joking..." Haldir went pale, and sheathed his sword.
"I know, friend." Legolas reassured him, now cradling Antonia in his arms. "Ana, go help Haldir. I'll take care of her."
He took her into his chamber, and sat, with her in his lap, her head on his shoulder. He sat there, stroking her hair, already knowing the cause of the fainting spell.
His fingers strayed down her hair, and onto her back, but his attempts at rubbing it were cut short when he realized how think the fabric was.
"Legolas?" She whispered, as she felt his fingers trace the strings holding the garment on her.
"Yes melamin?"
"Why wouldn't you...before..."
"I wanted you to see, as well." He answered, kissing her lips. "I wanted it to be two ways."
"I remembered. Haldir and the sword...and I remembered." She whispered, her eyes shut. "It hurt...so much..."
Legolas gently brushed her face with his lips, as his fingers tugged on the strings. They came undone quickly, and the dress slipped off her shoulders. Legolas ran his fingers down her bare spine.
"I will never hurt you, Vanima wilwarin nin." His fingers gently pulled the dress bodice clear off her top half, and kissed the side of her neck, as he admired her.
He was rewarded with a shiver, and she twisted to face him, her fingers undoing the belt around his lean waist. She kissed him, with hunger sweetening the embrace, as his arms wrapped around her, and stood. Her dress fell of, leaving her naked. Legolas bent down, kissing and suckling gently at her breasts, one hand around her waist, the other helping her with the buttons on his silvery tunic. As the final button was undone, he stood back, and Antonia slipped it off him.
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Figwit tugged on Ana's arm, pulling her away from the window.
"Give your sister some privacy!" He whispered, and she grinned.
"Ok, ok. Just making sure it's alright..." She answered, straying back to the window...until Figwit grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her back.
"Come now, my loved. I want you to myself..." He nipped on her earlobe gently. "There is much to teach you of making love, elvish style yet..."
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Morning came, and the group of five, (poor Aragorn was left along for quite a while!) set off from the Woods Of Loren. They were to return to Rivendel imendantly, Lord Elrond had asked for the twins to be taken to where they were found, and he would meet them there.
Poor Aragon was stuck with the couples, and hurried them on quicker than was necessary.
A week went by, and they were finally over the mountain, and onto long, cold plains. Winter was early this year, and a chill clung to the ever present gale that swept over the land. It gave Figwit a perfect excuse to stay arm in arm to Ana.
"Dos zhaun grt, nindol zhah l' ust draeval Usstan inbal keffal dos saph nindol." //You know wit, this is the first time I have seen you like this.// Aragon commented, as he watched Figwit and Ana snuggled close next to the fire.
"Usstan neitar inbalus nindol p'los." //I never had this before.// Figwit answered, and squeesed Ana's hand as she looked up, puzzled at the language. "Ol zhah alur taga Usstan gumash rin'ov zighen." //It is better than I could ever imagine//
Aragon smiled, and nodded. "Usstan kampi'un. P'los Arwen, Usstan zet ol tlu, 'zil folbol whol mzild khurzon nesstren. Lu' tangis' nin, Usstan h'ros kampi'un ele ol zhahus uns'aa il ssinssrinil." //I understand. Before Arwen, I left it be, as something for more worthy men. And even now, I can't understand why it was me she wanted.//
Figwit kissed Ana's hand, who had fallen asleep, leaning on him. A sad smile passed over his lips. "Ana orn inbal ulu sevir. Usstan satiir ol wun ussta xukuth. Udossta draeval zhah bista nin." //Ana will have to leave. I feel it in my heart. Our time is short now.//
Aragon frowned at the words. He had no reason to doubt Figwit, but he hoped it was not true. "Ph' dos zhaunus? Il orn naut el, orn il?" //Are you sure? She will not die, will she?// He glanced over to Legolas and Antonia, who were keeping a lookout. "Zhah ol l' toha whol Antonia?" //Is it the same for Antonia?//
"Usstan tlun zhaunus. Antonia lu' Ana's draeval zhah bista nin. To'ryll lasse zhaun ol 'zil al, jhal uk orn naut ja'hai ol." //I am sure. Antonia and Ana's time is short now. Green leaf knows it as well, but he will not accept it.//
"Orn dos vellupa ilta?" //Will you marry her?// Aragon asked, gently, knowing it would barley crossed Figwit's mind.
"Ka il orn inbal uns'aa." //If she will have me.// Figwit answered, without doubt, and smiled down at the girl leaning on him, her mouth open, and drool dribbling onto his black tunic.
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"We're going on a ranger hunt!" Ana skipped along, singing.
"We're going on a ranger hunt!" Antonia echoed.
"We're gonna catch a big one!" Ana held out her hands, as wide as she could.
"We're gonna catch a big one!"
Ana suddenly stopped behind Figwit "Oh no! A elf!"
"Oh no! A elf!"
Ana started to jump. "Can't go over it."
"Can't go over it."
"Can't go under it."
"Can't go under it."
"We'll have to go around it!"
"We'll have to go around it!"
They skipped around Figwit and started again.
"We're going on a ranger hunt!" Antonia giggled as she sung the first part.
"We're going on a ranger hunt!" Ana giggled with her.
"We're gonna catch a big one!" Antonia stood on tiptoes, her hand up high.
"We're gonna catch a big one!"
Ana suddenly stopped behind Legolas. "Oh no! A elf!"
"Oh no! A elf!"
Ana started to jump. "Can't go over it."
"Can't go over it."
"Can't go around it."
"Can't go around it."
"We'll have to go under it!"
"We'll have to go around it!" Antonia ducked under his legs, and he laughed, and pulled her up. Ana rolled her eyes, and skipped around him.
"We're going on a ranger hunt!" Ana started it again.
"We're going on a ranger hunt!" Antonia echoed.
"We're gonna catch a big one!" Ana held out her hands, as wide as she could.
"We're gonna catch a big one!"
Ana suddenly stopped behind Aragon, who turned around, a little untrusting.
"Ahhhh!! A ranger!!!!" They ran to the back, laughing, as Aragon shook his head.
The five kept going. As a rainstorm started, all five pulled out thick black cloaks, and pulled the hoods over their heads.
"99 bottles of mead on the wall, 99 bottles of mead. take one down, drink it all down, 98 bottles of mead on the wall!" The twins started to sing again.
"Ph' dos zhaunus dos ssinssrin ulu vellupa nindolen ligrren?" //Are you sure you want to marry these girls?// Aragon called to the elves.
They laughed.
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Another week, of the twin's endless songs, and the elves were going crazy. It was alright for Aragon' who's hearing was not as sensitive, but the elves had to constantly put up with 'The wheels on the bus go round and round'
They went off to discuss what to do, as they kept watch, and poor Aragon was left with them. Alone.
"Ana?" Antonia lazily asked towards Ana, who was sitting reading Cosmopolitan. (Aragon was behind her, pretending not to gape at the 'I got my breasts enlarged' article she was reading, without successes.)
"Hmm?"
"Did you tell Haldir it was semi-dye?"
"I though you were going to do it." Ana deliberately flipped to 'I was born with male and female genitals' and lay it open beside her, in full view of Aragon.
"No...I though you were."
"Opps." Ana shrugged it off, and stood up. "Well I though he was blonder in real life than in the movie. Maybe he shaved it all off, and when it grew back it was darker."
"That's probably it." Antonia smiled. "We're apart of Middle Earth history! We gave Haldir darker hair!"
"I wish we had pain killers. I've got major pains in my belly." Ana groaned, rubbing her belly.
"Monthly blood?"
"Nindel zhah ... Vel'klar ph' grt lu' to'ryll lasse? Lu'oh gumash nind sevir uns'aa maglust xuil dos draa?" //That is ... Where are wit and green leaf? How could they leave me alone with you two?// Aragon stood, and stormed off.
They started laughing, as he vanished into trees.
"I guess women don't talk about periods around here." Ana grinned.
"How do you..."
"Galadriel gave me the Middle earth to tampons." Ana answered.
"She didn't give me any."
"I asked for you, and she said 'Antonia will not have to worry.' I guess she can tell when we have periods too...freaky."
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Legolas and Figwit sat up the tree, talking quietly so that only their sensitive ears could pick it up.
"Shlu'ta dos satiir ol?" //Can you feel it?// Legolas asked, and Figit nodded.
"Siyo. Natha sel dro zhah veir." //Yes. A new life is close.//
"Xun dos talinth ol zhah uss d' udossta ssinssrigin?" //Do you think it is one of our loves?// Legolas asked.
"Ol zhah dossta, to'ryll lasse. Il uriu inbalus ol yol udos zet l' lorulmen." //It is yours, green leaf. She has had it since we left the woods.// Figwit answred, and looked over at Legolas. "Ph' dos loff'ta?" //Are you happy?//
"Ilta draeval xuil uns'aa zhah bista nin xuil uns'aa. Zhal'la Usstan tlu loff'ta? Usstan orn noa ilta, lu' l' dalhar." //Her time with me is short now with me. Should I be happy? I will lose her, and the child.// Legolas jumped down, and picked up a piece of thick dead wood. He got back up, and started to carve away. "Ol orn tlu ussta ust rosin. Lu' Usstan orn naut tlu gaer ulu kyorl ol rosin." //It will be my first born. And I will not be there to see it born.//
Figwit put a hand on his shoulder. "Ol orn tlu tenu." //It will be alright.//
"Usstan shlu'ta naut kyorl lu'oh." //I can not see how.//
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Never did. Don't bother to sue me, cause I have no money.
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Antonia noticed a difference in Legolas. What was a kinky lover, now touched her as if she would break apart.
The morning was no different. She was not allowed to cook. And he lifted her up on their horse. It was wearing a riding blanket, where usually Legolas liked to ride bareback. And when he mounted, he sat behind her, not in front as usual, wrapping his cloak around them both, and slipping one hand in her dress, resting it on her stomach. His excuse? 'I like the idea of a womb in there.' A few nights later, he seemed more interested in kissing her stomach, than....other places down south. Again, 'It fascinates me that there is a womb in there.'
Antonia was getting a little spooked.
"Legolas." She interrupted him, after sex , as he was whispering elvish to her tummy. "Do you want children or something?"
He just smiled sadly. "I do melamin, but I want to be there to raise them. I am only spending time with this one, because I will not have time with it in the future."
Antonia's raised an eyebrow. "This what?"
"Did you not know?"
"Know what?"
"That you carry a child."
Antonia laughed. "No, I'm too young to carry a child. I haven't finished school yet..."
"You are old enough, and you do carry a child. You have had it for three and a half weeks now."
Antonia stared at him, then at her stomach. "Oh god...it's going to have pointy ears!"
Legolas kneeled, and kissed her naked stomach. "Yes, and probably golden hair."
"And, considering it is yours, it will be beautiful." She grinned, as it sunk in. "And here I was, thinking you had an obsession with my stomach!"
He stood up, and kissed her. "It is beautiful, because you are it's mother, melamin."
"Legolas? What did you mean by no time with it in the future?"
He sighed, and explained his, and Figwit's feeling. When he finished, her face was a mixture of hope, and sadness.
"I want you to come." She whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "Please, don't leave us alone. Young mothers are not treated right in my world."
Legolas sat, and she sat in his lap. He wrapped a blanket around their naked bodies.
"I cannot go." He sighed.
"I know."
Legolas took a gold ring off his finger, and slipped it on hers. "This is a token of my love for you and your child. I will never forget you."
Antonia took off her own silver ring, that hung from a silver chain, a gift from her grandmother. She gave it to him, and he hung it around his neck. "Don't ever forget me."
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"You have a bun in the oven!" Ana shrieked, and hugged Antonia. "Oh my god! I'm gonna be a aunty!"
"No, a godmother. If you like."
"Oh my god!"
Legolas laughed, and peeled Ana off Antonia, to only have Ana attach herself to him.
"Oh my god! Legolas I love you!"
Figwit grabbed her around the waist, and Legolas pushed her off.
"You know, Lirimaer, we can work on making one too." He breathed huskily in her ear. "After all, I can't have you loving Legolas, instead of me."
"We'll see, Aratoamin." She turned, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Lets just keep doing what we always do."
"I have no argument." Figwit grinned, waved goodbye, and picked her up, and headed into the bush.
"Ok then..." Antonia rolled her eyes. "Legolas, could you sing a song, so we don't have to listen to them?"
"No, play the instrument." Legolas gave her the leather bag. "It is louder."
A loud moan, and Antonia imendantly started to play loudly.
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The hill was a few hour's away. Legolas refused to let Antonia to leave his side, and Figwit's eyes followed Ana around. Sadness filled the air. He thought back to a few days ago, when they were fiddling with a music box, and picked up something called a 'radio station' It made the fact that they were leaving more real, and since he had barley any energy to speak, so consumed with emotions.
Legolas rested his chin on Antonia's shoulder, his arms around her waist. She was leaving, he had no doubt. Elrond had sent a messenger to meet them, with a letter. It told them his beliefs, and that he could get the twins home. Today. Hours away. Legolas sighed, wishing he could just ride off, with his love. Figwit almost had, if it was not for Aragon. He could sense her emotions, and it only made him sadder. The being inside of her gave his fingers a tingle, every time he brushed her stomach.
Figwit had Ana twisted towards him, so she faced him as they rode. She rested her head on his bare chest, and he could feel her thoughts. She though about her sister, the baby. And him. He slipped his elvish ring onto her finger earlier, and she gave him a ring in return, just as he had seen Legolas and Antonia had done some time before. He hoped that she was bearing his child, but he had sensed nothing growing in her yet. She still was reluctant about having one, but he knew she could. She was singing in her head at the moment.
"If u want to save the day
and your hearing what i say
i feel your touch and kiss is not enough
and if u believe in me
think our loves for real
i want take nothing less than i did for love
let me tell you, i need a miracle, i need a miracle" She was singing softly, and stopped, as a tear escaped.
Antonia started her own song.
"Could you whisper in my ear
The things you wanna feel
I'd give ya anythin'
To feel it comin'
Do you wake up on your own?
And wonder where you are
You live with all your faults
I wanna wake up where you are
I won't say anything at all
So why don't you slide
Yeah I'm gonna let it slide
Don't you love the life you killed
The priest is on the phone
Your father hit the wall
Your ma disowned you
Don't supposed I'll ever know
What it means to be a man
Somethin' I can't change
I'll live around it
I wanna wake up where you are
I won't say anything at all
So why don't you slide
Mmm mmm slide
And I'll do anythin' you ever
Dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothin' that fall
Oh May
Put your arms around me
What you feel is what you are
And what you are is beautiful
Oh May
Do you wanna get married,
Or run away?
And I'll do anythin' you ever
Dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothin' that fall
Oh May
Put your arms around me
What you feel is what you are
And what you are is beautiful
Oh May
Do you wanna get married,
Or run away?
I wanna wake up where you are
I won't say anything at all
(Yeah slide)
And I'll do anythin' you ever
Dreamed to be complete
(Yeah slide)
Little pieces of the nothin' that fall
(Yeah slide)
And I'll do anythin' you ever
Deamed to be complete
(Yeah slide)
Little pieces of the nothin' that fall
(Oh oh oh slide)
Yeah, slide between the sheet of
All the beds you never knew
(Yeah slide)
Why don't you slide into my room
Just slide into my room
Oh, we'll run away,
Run away, run away"
"This is wrong!" Legolas snapped finally, after a hour. "We can't do this!"
"So what do we do? Run?"
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." Elrond's cool voice answered. "It is time Ana and Antonia."
Ana and Antonia dismounted, the elves watching, as Legolas and Figwit whispered into their ears. The twins took each other's hands, and went up the hill, followed by Elrond. He was muttering elvish words, and to their surprise, the weather completely changed around them, and they found the bus stop. Looking behind, they saw no one, only trees in their backyard. It was then, Antonia burst into noisy sobs.
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Legolas and Figwit watched them vanish. Legolas's face went angry, and he turned his horse towards Mirkwood and galloped off, Figwit, going in an opposite direction towards Rivendel.
Aragon bid his farewells to Elrond, and sent his love to Arwen, and went off, to live his Ranger life.
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