This is the Epilogue of my story. Just something I came up with after I finished the chapter before this. Just something to do with locking some people up and their amazing skill to get into trouble.
I don't own anyone or thing other than Aubree and the plot.
I would have posted this sooner, but last night I saw the Half-Blood-Prince on the big screen – where I live they're doing a re-run of all the movies every Monday. I'm trying to get tickets for next week – and didn't get back until 10 something. Tonight I'm seeing the first half of the Deathly Hallows at home, so this is the only thing I will most likely be posting.
Epilogue
Three Weeks Later …
Four riders on two horses rode into the White City of Minas Tirith. Two of the riders were unconscious and bleeding. The other two, both dark haired were guiding the horses to the palace part of Minas Tirith.
The dark haired beings slowed the horses and took each took an unconscious figure in their arms.
"So how are we going to explain this?" One of them asked the other, walking down the halls. The conscious beings were both Elves with long dark hair and grey eyes. Their blue and purple tunics and leggings were covered in both black and red blood, but very little of it, their own.
The unconscious being in the arms of the twin on the left was a man, with messy dark hair and the beginnings of a beard on his weather worn face. He wore a tunic and leggings of grey and white, with a white tree in the center of his tunic. Also a circlet was resting on his head, for that was the grown the King of Gondor wore into battle.
The figure unconscious on the right was another Elf, with long golden hair and would have icy blue eyes if awake. He wore green and brown tunic and leggings and his face was very pale.
"Pray that Arwen and or Thranduil are not here and hope for the best?" His twin replied. That got a snort from the Elf being carried.
"You … wish…"
"Go back to sleep," the twins holding him said, getting a sigh before the Elf was unconscious again. The two silently tried to sneak to the Healing Wing until there was a voice.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The twins turned around to face a very angry Queen Arwen and King Thranduil.
"Nowhere," the twin on the left – Elladan – said.
"What happened?" Arwen asked.
" … Orcs …" came the answer from the half conscious Aragorn. The twins shot a glare at him.
"We were ambushed by Orcs and these two got themselves poisoned. Now we need to take them to get healed," Elrohir said and he and his twin turned on their heels and headed to the Healing Wing.
"Shall we lock them in a dungeon?" Thranduil asked Arwen who nodded.
"But not yours. Legolas could escape it within 5 minutes. Maybe the ones here."
"Good idea," the age old Elven King agreed, following the direction that the twins had taken. "We'll just wait for them to heal."
"And then they'll get into some more trouble and be back there. Let's tie them to their beds."
"Let us go and do that."
The End!
Well this story is done! I'm happy! I'm working on a new one that takes place in our time. Pretty much some Elves are still there and Saruon returns. They need to find a way to bring back the rest of the Fellowship. It is AU because some of the Elves wo sailed never sailed. Anyone like?
Well thank you to everyone who reviewed this story.
Well gotta go and write a new story.
Bye!
Au Revoir!
Tschüs!
Adiós!
Arrivederic!
So long!