Title: Lost and Found
Rating: pg13 Genre: Angst/Drama/Action
Summary: WARNING! WARNING WILL ROBINSON! BIG TIME MARY SUE AHEAD! Children of Legolas, Hobbit/Elf relations and other such mishaps ahead! Acknowledgements: My sister of course, Kalathrien, also known as Dunderhead 2 and many other names, who wrote the beginning and will probably write more.. My "naneth" 2, Cassandra. (Though she'll kill if she finds out I said anything, and of course Liv Tyler and Orlando Bloom, without whom there would be no movie.. And I'm going to slip in my favorite band whom I was listening to while I wrote this: Eiffel 65. GO MAURY!!!!
We were born to Legolas, son of Thranduil, and Lady Arwen Udomiel, Daughter to the Elf-Lord Elrond. As twins Kalathrien-Lumondiel and Celedir-Eltirion. In a fire started by a wizard's lighting strike, we were separated from our parents and were lost for several years.
Prolouge The Fire
Celedir
The night was cool; a light breeze ruffled the trees around our home. Our mother and father sat together, looking out over the river that cut through the forest around our rich home. As their backs were turned, a bolt of lightening cut through the night sky, striking our house and igniting our house into a fiery inferno.
Ada jerked around abruptly and raced into the house to find us. With the smoke already thickening, he had a hard time finding us. Finally he found us crying in our beds. He picked us up and flew from the blazing house. Something behind us exploded, sending our Ada crashing to the ground, and the two of us flying in the complete opposite direction. In the hectic moment we became separated from our parents. Adrenaline pulsing through our veins, we ran without stopping until we were thouroughly lost and several miles from home. Finally, cold, scared, and hungry we stopped at a nearby cave behind a waterfall. The icy spray caught me in the face as I followed my sister into the dank hole. We huddled together in a corner of the cave, away from the damp edge. (Note: The above was written by Kalathrien)
For weeks we slept like this. Coming out of the safeness of our rock home only to search for food and for air. We watched the comings and goings of people on the dirt road near our cave. When rich travelers came, carrying clothes, gold, and other riches, Kalathrien and I would silently slip into their caravans and pilfer their riches. We lived in that dismal hole for years. Kalathrien insisted upon decorating the rocks around us, and over the course of a year, the hole became a home.
Sunlight and Trees
As the years passed, I watched my twin sister grown into a beautiful young elf-maiden. She had long golden blonde hair and keen bright eyes. I was still fairly solid, for an elf, and I kept my hair short, unlike the rest of my race. Kalathrien often ridiculed me for this, along with teasing me because my ears were so small. The only thing which actually proved I was an elf, was my slightly pointed ears, angular face, and my elven blood. I was an oddball, the black sheep, while my sister was the ideal elf.
One day, as I was lazing about watching the trees sway in the breeze. Kalathrien came back from foraging for food, her basket was empty, which was no surprise to me. She sighed and sat down next to me.
"No food this time, brother." As if on cue, her stomach rumbled loudly.
"We've got to go farther into the wood. You are still growing, even if I have stopped." I said.
Elven girls grow slower, though I suspected Kalathrien wouldn't get much taller than her 5' 6". We decided to venture away from our home in search of food. We sealed up our home with our own brand of magick. Kalathrien's mainly, she has always been the more magickal of us. Together, we ran through the woods towards, we hoped, food and shelter.
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Ok. This is a very strange and crappy chapter, but oh well.. Review please!
Rating: pg13 Genre: Angst/Drama/Action
Summary: WARNING! WARNING WILL ROBINSON! BIG TIME MARY SUE AHEAD! Children of Legolas, Hobbit/Elf relations and other such mishaps ahead! Acknowledgements: My sister of course, Kalathrien, also known as Dunderhead 2 and many other names, who wrote the beginning and will probably write more.. My "naneth" 2, Cassandra. (Though she'll kill if she finds out I said anything, and of course Liv Tyler and Orlando Bloom, without whom there would be no movie.. And I'm going to slip in my favorite band whom I was listening to while I wrote this: Eiffel 65. GO MAURY!!!!
We were born to Legolas, son of Thranduil, and Lady Arwen Udomiel, Daughter to the Elf-Lord Elrond. As twins Kalathrien-Lumondiel and Celedir-Eltirion. In a fire started by a wizard's lighting strike, we were separated from our parents and were lost for several years.
Prolouge The Fire
Celedir
The night was cool; a light breeze ruffled the trees around our home. Our mother and father sat together, looking out over the river that cut through the forest around our rich home. As their backs were turned, a bolt of lightening cut through the night sky, striking our house and igniting our house into a fiery inferno.
Ada jerked around abruptly and raced into the house to find us. With the smoke already thickening, he had a hard time finding us. Finally he found us crying in our beds. He picked us up and flew from the blazing house. Something behind us exploded, sending our Ada crashing to the ground, and the two of us flying in the complete opposite direction. In the hectic moment we became separated from our parents. Adrenaline pulsing through our veins, we ran without stopping until we were thouroughly lost and several miles from home. Finally, cold, scared, and hungry we stopped at a nearby cave behind a waterfall. The icy spray caught me in the face as I followed my sister into the dank hole. We huddled together in a corner of the cave, away from the damp edge. (Note: The above was written by Kalathrien)
For weeks we slept like this. Coming out of the safeness of our rock home only to search for food and for air. We watched the comings and goings of people on the dirt road near our cave. When rich travelers came, carrying clothes, gold, and other riches, Kalathrien and I would silently slip into their caravans and pilfer their riches. We lived in that dismal hole for years. Kalathrien insisted upon decorating the rocks around us, and over the course of a year, the hole became a home.
Sunlight and Trees
As the years passed, I watched my twin sister grown into a beautiful young elf-maiden. She had long golden blonde hair and keen bright eyes. I was still fairly solid, for an elf, and I kept my hair short, unlike the rest of my race. Kalathrien often ridiculed me for this, along with teasing me because my ears were so small. The only thing which actually proved I was an elf, was my slightly pointed ears, angular face, and my elven blood. I was an oddball, the black sheep, while my sister was the ideal elf.
One day, as I was lazing about watching the trees sway in the breeze. Kalathrien came back from foraging for food, her basket was empty, which was no surprise to me. She sighed and sat down next to me.
"No food this time, brother." As if on cue, her stomach rumbled loudly.
"We've got to go farther into the wood. You are still growing, even if I have stopped." I said.
Elven girls grow slower, though I suspected Kalathrien wouldn't get much taller than her 5' 6". We decided to venture away from our home in search of food. We sealed up our home with our own brand of magick. Kalathrien's mainly, she has always been the more magickal of us. Together, we ran through the woods towards, we hoped, food and shelter.
*&^%^&*
Ok. This is a very strange and crappy chapter, but oh well.. Review please!