I don't own anything. The Nazgûl belongs to Tolkien while the names go to IC Enterprises.

S.A. 1997

"REN JEY!"

The angered voice that echoed through their little mountain home belonged to his wife, Ren knew.

Her footsteps began to draw closer as she approached. Elyen looked furious as she stepped inside his study room, eyes flashing dangerously. She was shorter than he was, but in her anger, she seemed to loom over him, casting a dark shadow. The Enchanter cringed as he put down his quill and turned to face his wife; what had he done?

"Why," Elyen demanded, "did you leave Fen and Fyen alone outside?"

Ren knew he was doomed. Their two children were the light and joy of their lives but would seldom listen to him. "Elyen, I did tell them not to go out—"

"But obviously they didn't listen!" His wife cried angrily.

Ren cringed again. "I'm sorry."

Elyen fumed at him. Ren had a feeling that if she was trying to kill him with her thoughts, she was succeeding and he was a pile of ash. A thought struck the Enchanter's mind and he conjured a bouquet of wild flowers from thin air, presenting them to his wife with a hopeful expression on his face.

Elyen sighed exasperatedly but smiled fondly as she took the flowers. The trick would never grow old with her husband.