Wow…been a while since I updated. I'll try to update sooner in the future…tons of essays to write for AP Language…plus the two other fan fics I'm currently writing…plus all my other homework. But I love this fic and will continue. I'll definitely be updating this at least every month.
Disclaimer: Don't own LOTR…never will…don't own any of the characters either...etc.
Must warn you that this chapter is mainly pointless fun, next chapter should be slightly more filled out.
Now for the story!!
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The sound of our pounding feet was nearly silent, even Estel's of which I was surprised. Even though he had been raised in Rivendell I had not thought that he would manage to pick up our ways. The open door of my room soon came into view and I ducked into it, landing lightly on my bed, I knew the other three were doing the same. Quickly I spread the pile of sheets over me so that they were somewhat like they were before my brothers had attacked. With a sinking heart I realized that my door was still partly open, I debated whether or not I had time to close it. As fast as I could I sprinted towards it and closed it quietly then leapt back into my awaiting bed.
My head had barely landed on the pillow when I heard it open again. Shutting my eyes, I forced my breathing to slow as if I were asleep. A cool hand brushed over my forehead. "Sleep well my little Evenstar and may your dreams find you happiness." My father then brushed my head with his lips and I mentally pictured him straitening up and walking out of the room.
It was a ritual that my father had refused to give up even when we protested that we were too old for it. We think it had something to do with our mother. Every night when we were young and she was still with us they would come and read to us, magnificent tales of old…minus the battles. He had long since stopped reading to us but every day he still would wake in the middle of the night to bid us goodnight.
It was from this that I could conclude that he was no longer angry at me. When he was he would stand beside my bed and mutter, "Sleep well…Arwen," and then with a sweep of his robes leave my room shutting the door none too quietly.
Everything was quiet once more and I was allowed to finally sink into the gently embrace of sleep. I was having a most pleasant dream when, for the second time that night, I was rudely awakened. This time however my brothers stood well away from my bed and threw pillows at me. I opened one eye and glared at them then shut it again. More pillows assailed me until I finally sat up.
"What is it now?" I asked resigned to my fate.
Elladan grinned, "We decided that it was a lovely time for a little hunting."
With a small grunt I flopped back down, "I think we are too old for something like that," I said and prepared to sleep once more.
"Well we do not," Elrohir stated, "Besides, this will be harder than it used too, and now there's an even number for teams."
This struck my interest; I sat up again to find Estel with them. Thankfully it was dark enough that he could not see me blushing. Why not? "Fine, who is with whom?"
"You will be with Estel, I will be with Elladan," Elrohir handed me a parchment with certain items written on them.
"A shard of Narsil?" I mused, "You know that father forbade us to touch it," I quickly shut my mouth as Elrohir gave me a look of disdain. "I was just reminding you…"I muttered.
"Alright then, when the moon is at its brightest we meet back in the library. Whoever loses has to jump off the Illyathlanen."
"Fair enough," I heard myself say with a strong voice though inside I was trembling. The Illyathalnen was the highest waterfall in Rivendell; even my brothers had not attempted it yet.
"And then they have to do the winners' lessons for a week," Elladan added.
I scowled, everyday father made us go over old moldy scrolls for at least an hour and try to translate whatever language it was in to elvish. Then he had us go through more moldy scrolls and learn about the history of Middle Earth. Some of it was interesting, like the battle between Isildur and Sauron, others were quite boring. For instance there was one scroll written by a dwarf about all the uses of rock. While I am sure it was quite intriguing to the dwarves, it held me captivated for only about half a second. Honestly…who really wants to read about rocks?
"It does not look like I will be losing then," I said, "Come along Estel, time to go treasure hunting," I climbed out of bed and was out the door dragging Estel behind me before my brothers could react.
We paused for a moment to look at the first item on the list, "A sprig of fresh Athalas," Estel read out loud. "That should be easy enough to find, kingsfoil, right?"
"Yes, but it might be harder to get to then you think."
"Why? Does your father not have any in the sick room?" he asked puzzled.
"He does but it is not fresh, when my brothers say fresh Athalas, they mean it." I had a mistake similar to that on the last scavenger hunt and was forced to not only swim nearly a mile upstream in a river but also spend a week cleaning both of their swords.
"Where can it be found?" Estel asked after a moment, I responded with a grin.
"Arwen, are you positive it's here?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure of it?"
"Yes, now hurry up," I reached for the next hand hold and continued my climb. Estel was beside me.
"I just do not want to lose to those two. Last time I lost they forced me to clean out their horses stalls for a month."
"It seems I was replaced while I was at Lorien," I said with a smile, "And I can not say I mind either."
We had almost reached the top of the small cliff. I pulled myself up over the side and waited for Estel to join me. He crawled up after me, lacking the gracefulness of the elves, he collapsed by my side.
"Tired?" I asked.
"Not at all milady," he answered.
"Look at it," I whispered. Spread before us was a scene that I had beheld countless amounts of times but I still found it unnaturally beautiful. We could see the house of my father far below us, a sprawling palace built to incorporate the natural surroundings. Vines grew over verandas while live trees stood as pillars, stretching their proud limbs. All around waterfalls splashed into crystal pools that flowed into small streams and lakes weaving their way throughout the land. Though Lothlorien was hailed as the golden woods, Imladaris was a place of dreams.
Estel was soaking up the surroundings, I could see his eyes. "It is truly a marvel," he said. "I am glad that I have the fortune to see it. Many shall never set eyes on a place such as this."
We said nothing for a moment until finally I realized what we were there for. Reaching behind me I plucked a sprig of Athalas and tucked it firmly into a pouch at my waist. "Now for the best part of our little adventure."
"And what is that exactly?"
"The climb down."
After we had completed that fairly uneventful task I took the list from Estel. "All right…hmm…" Elves all have beautiful writing but sometimes Elrohir's was still a bit confusing to decipher. "I think it says…is that..." either I was reading it wrong or my brothers had finally lost their minds. "It says a pair of…err…undergarments." Yes…my brothers had most definitely lost their minds.
"Let me see that," Estel's hand brushed against mine as he took the parchment and I felt a giggle escape my lips.
"What?" he asked confused.
"Nothing," I said innocently. I had never thought that in a thousand years I would ever be giddy over a human. It was beginning to amuse me.
"Hmm…does that say…an undergarment from someone you admire?"
"I believe it does."
Estel shook his head, "Arwen, I can honestly say that your brothers are the oddest elves that I have ever met."
"Are you quite sure? What about Legolas?"
Estel laughed, "No, Legolas is completely normal compared to those two."
"You never did tell me how you got him to believe you were my father."
He smirked, "It was actually fairly easy. We just told him that Gandalf had gotten angry at me for one reason or another and cast a spell on me. I had the hood of the robe pulled over my face so he could not see it."
"And he truly believed that?" While Legolas did have his moments he was much smarter than to believe something as far fetched as that.
"Not sure…he may have just been trying to get back on the good side of your brothers. Whatever the reason, it was quite a sight to see."
"I can imagine," laughed again. "Speaking of my brothers…we may want to continue before we lose."
Estel's face sobered, "Ahem…my lady Evenstar…who is it that you admire?"
"I erm…I had not really thought about it…I umm…I do not really admire anyone…what about you?" The truth was that if I had to pick someone it would have to be Estel. While Amras was well…sweet…and cute…he was not Estel, but I could not tell him that.
He looked just as uncomfortable as I felt. "I…well…no one in particular."
"We have to decide quickly…" What could I do? I could not tell him I admired him…I could not tell him I admired someone else…what I said next I regret. "Amras."
"What?"
"I…err…I admire Amras," I said as quickly as possible.
If he was hurt or angered by my response he showed no sign of it. "All right…there is a beautiful elf maiden named…Maelynth."
Anger rose in me…or rather jealously. How could he even suggest that…ungrateful, pointy faced, pointy eared, little…? Wait a moment…why was I jealous? I just suggested to him that I liked Amras…hmm…I suppose I was asking for that.
"Fine…well…let us go then…I think that Maelynth's quarters are this way." I led him back to the halls and down winding corridors. "Umm…maybe this is it…" I paused next to a door. "I do not really know as we were never the best of friends…"
"Ah, would you like me to go first?" he asked.
"No, no, I'll go." I did not want him to see my reluctance. Carefully I began to open the door but he caught my hand.
"No milady, this is not her room," he said, gently shutting the door once more. "Follow me."
How did he know where her room was? Oh well…perhaps I had been wrong about him the whole time. I unwillingly trailed after him down twisting halls until we came to another door yet again. Wait…it looked familiar…
"You go first milady," he beckoned me forward and softly I opened the door…and immediately staggered backwards straight into him.
He caught my arm, "Arwen?"
"B-but…E-Estel…this is…this…my room!" I was confused…what on middle earth were we doing at my room? Unless…
"This is a bit awkward…but…I…" he stammered on for a while longer before I decided to help him.
"Would you like me to get them?" I asked and he nodded, his cheeks reddening.
I went into my room still unsure of what was happening and opened my oaken chest pulling out one of my silken undergarments. This was quickly becoming more embarrassing by the moment…Elrohir and Elladan were in for it now.
Estel was still waiting by the door. "What is our next destination?" he asked shakily.
There was only one thing for me to say, "I still must say Amras." His face visibly fell this time and he looked like a little lost wolf pup that I had found once. It had been so forlorn looking that I had immediately picked it up and hugged it. I found myself with the urge to do the same to Estel…not pick him up of course but hug him. An inward battle raged for all of about a second before I gave him a restrained hug.
"I was joking," I said with an impish grin. "Where do you think?"
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