Disclaimer: I don't own 'Lord of the Rings'; Mythri and Antien, however, are mine, as are their history, their family, and pretty much everything else about them. Good rule to follow: if you find an OC [such as 'the elf'] in this story, it probably belongs to me, if it doesn't, I'll let you know.
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When Mythri awoke, the next morning, she could feel the others watching her.
She looked to the hobbits, "Was I dreaming again?"
Frodo nodded.
"Did I say something? Or whack anyone on the nose?"
"Well... no nose-whacking, at any rate," said Sam.
"Come on, Mythri," said Pippin. "Let's get you onto Bill; then we can talk."
The other hobbits nodded; it seemed that they had made Pippin their official interigator.
"Alright," said Mythri.
When they were once again moving, and after a bit of scuffling amoungst the hobbits, Pippin resumed his new role.
"What were you dreaming about?" he asked.
"Long story," said Mythri, evasivly.
"We have time."
"Well..."
"Please?" It was said with all the cuteness a hobbit can muster; a surprising amount, more, even, than she had expected.
"Fine," she said.
"It happened when I was about two years old...
"My home was attacted, and I was taken captive...
"For two years I was a slave to the elves. My twin brother, Marsed, was never seen again...
"After those two years, I was rescued by two of my elder brothers, Siran and Yyrn...
"I guess it wasn't quite such a long story, after all," she finished, smiling weakly.
"That explains a lot," said Pippin, softly.
Well here's chapter 10!
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~Princess Arimae