A/N – You wanna know what's worse than sitting at home with a laptop, your
attention deprived feline, only 2 hours of online time a day and pain from
recent surgery that requires you to stay at home until you're healed?
NOTHING! . . . ok . . . I'm better . . . venting is fun! ^.^
O'histuoh and Tuestuoh slowed their horses, Stormwing and Mistfire snorting at the sudden reduction in pace. Mera horses loved to run, and these stallions were no exception. Both Elven women turned in their saddles, looking around them. Their trip had not been easy. An encounter with the Xessoust after they had left Lorien slowed their ride, and now the dark riders threatened to do it again.
"Are you sure it's the Xessoust?" whispered Tuestuoh, looking around with an arrow drawn, a frown creasing her brow.
O'histuoh shook her head, her red stallion snorting and shifting as she swung her sword around. "I am not sure, the energy is some how far different, yet the anger and pain and hatred is still in the scent."
The two turned their horses toward Rivendell and let the Mera stallions run like the wind. The two Elven women did nothing more than hold on, the stallions had no bridles and now that the sisters had given them free rein they would run until they reached Rivendell. A white rider drew even with them and Tuestuoh smiled, knowing him as Glorfindel. His steed was well rested and kept pace with the Meras easily, only tiring when they neared Rivendell though the Meras still ran strong.
When they entered the woods around Rivendell they slowed their steeds, Stormwing and Mistfire happy that they were able to run long enough to let out some kept in energy. They dismounted and Glorfindel greeted the two with warmth. The horses loped off into the woods and the trio walked the stairs to Rivendell.
"I missed you on our last trip," said Tuestuoh, grinning.
"Ah, yes," said the elf. "I heard of that infamous visit. Arwen is still upset."
O'histuoh snorted. "Serves her right the stubborn little bitch."
Glorfindel's eyes laughed. They walked in silence for a bit before he spoke again. "Arwen is still upset but I think now it is for a different reason. Have either of you heard word from Elrond since you last left Rivendell?" he asked.
Both sisters shook their heads and Glorfindel nodded. They walked silently until O'histuoh grew impatient and started walking ahead, swinging her sword with a bored air. The male elf looked long and hard at Tuestuoh once the younger had left and she turned to stare at him.
"Have I done something of interest?" Tuestuoh asked, pushing her hair behind her ears.
"You were born," said Glorfindel with an odd look. He picked up a lock of her hair, studying it. When they passed into the light it shone as gold as Legolas', but when shadow surrounded it remained a dark brown. Glorfindel dropped her hair and they continued walking. Tuestuoh frowned but said nothing. She knew the elf well and soon all would be explained to her.
The city of Rivendell greeted them with warmth and the buildings as always shone with stark brilliance. Tuestuoh smiled when she saw Elrond and O'histuoh talking smoothly when she and Glorfindel reached them in a small side courtyard. Elrond looked at her and a smile, uncertain, passed across his face. They stood, the four of them, and conversed. O'histuoh and Tuestuoh gave Elrond the warning to watch Arwen closely, for the Xessoust were after the heirs of Middle-earth.
A pained look filled Elrond's face and he asked to speak with Tuestuoh alone. When Glorfindel and O'histuoh left, the younger Dark Elf excited about the idea that Glorfindel would spar with her, Tuestuoh asked Elrond what was troubling him. The Half-Elf sighed and bade her to sit on a stone bench that was near.
"I must tell you something," said Elrond.
Tuestuoh smiled at him. "You may tell me anything, Elrond. You have always been as a father to me."
At this the Half-Elf's face grew even more pained. "This may come as some bit of a scare Tuestuoh, but I am your father."
Tuestuoh stared at Elrond, open-mouthed. When she did not reply right away Elrond continued.
"I meant to tell you ages before this, but I could not bring myself to do so. But when I saw this – " he reached out and grabbed the necklace that was always around her neck with the locket and the ring upon it " – this was the ring I gave your mother when I was younger, before the Last Alliance of Men and Elves. You were born and shortly after your mother was killed in that battle. She was the best archer I had ever seen and you, I am happy to see, have inherited her abilities."
"When the war was over," he continued "I had Glorfindel search for you, though he had no luck. You had vanished. Years and years passed and I had assumed you dead. Your mother only sent a single simple letter, I recognized her handwriting right away. All she wrote was 'Our daughter is beautiful.' I never saw her again, and I never knew you as a child."
Elrond stopped and dropped the necklace. "I had known your past and though I wasn't sure if you were her daughter I had begun to wonder. You kept the necklace hidden well, and I did not see it until you had traveled to Rivendell many times. By that time I had taken you and O'histuoh in as daughters and when I actually saw the ring it set my beliefs in stone."
Tuestuoh frowned, her mind working fast. "This is why none of the Xessoust remained here at Rivendell then?"
Elrond nodded and placed a hand over hers. "You are the true heir of the Half-Elves Tuestuoh, not Arwen. You were born first, and even though your mother was of High-Elven decent you are in line for the throne if harm should befall me."
Tuestuoh's lower lip quivered and looking into Elrond's eyes she knew he told the truth. Her father, she had met her father. After all this time and Arwen's barbs and thinking she was unwanted Tuestuoh knew she was truly loved. The true heir of Rivendell looked at her father and said with a shaking voice, "What was my mother's name?"
Elrond's face, which has blossomed into hope and joy, was lanced with pain again. "I am afraid I do not know Tuestuoh, I never learned, for we were together for such a short time when we were pulled apart by the evils of Souron." Elrond, seeing her tears filled with pain and joy pulled her into embrace and she cried into his arms for a long time.
When they finally pulled apart Tuestuoh sobbed once more, and sniffled. A slow grin spread across her face. "So all this time Arwen has been my little sister?" she giggled. Elrond nodded and told her that her room was waiting her, she was tired and near the end of her journey.
When she went into her rooms, taking off her bow and arrow she laid them against a pillar that was the beginning of her room, the curtains cutting off outside access blowing in the ever-present wind. Tuestuoh looked around her room, normally a happy place anyway, and was surprised to see it decorated with flowers and a new gilded mirror. A rug that depicted the scene of mountains with eagles soaring overhead was laid on the stone floor.
Another surprise awaited her on the bed: Arwen was sitting on her bed, a vase of flowers overturned on the floor next to her. The Half-Elf was slowly cutting the flowers into little pieces and Tuestuoh could see blood on Arwen's hands from the dagger she had been using. Tuestuoh moved slowly and cautiously toward Arwen, she knew that the younger elf had never liked her, and this new news must have deepened her hatred.
"Arwen?" said Tuestuoh in a soft, sweet voice. "Are you all right?"
Arwen looked up at Tuestuoh with a mad look across her face. Her normally beautiful brown hair was tangled and her eyes were wild with something Tuestuoh could not name. The Half-Elf stood up and walked slowly towards Tuestuoh, still fidgeting over a half-torn flower. Arwen looked at Tuestuoh with a smirking smile, her eyes half-mad.
"I'm fine sister," she said with a giggle. "I've always been fine."
Tuestuoh took a step backwards, pushing through the curtain and into the light. When her hair was hit by the sunlight it shone a brilliant blonde and Arwen made a snorting sound when she saw Tuestuoh's change. The Half- Elf dropped the flower, blood slowly dripping from her hands, one hand loosely holding the dagger still.
"Come, sister," said Arwen with the same mad giggle. "Give your sister a hug."
Tuestuoh stepped backwards again, holding her arms out in front of her. Damned if she left all of her weapons in the room, how she was facing Arwen alone. She knew that in Arwen's state, half-mad and raging, that she would fight without thought, her swings would be wild. Before Tuestuoh could call out for help Arwen lunged. Tuestuoh dodged most of her attack, though the Half-Elf sliced her upper arm, blood staining her clothes as it ran from the wound.
"O'N USEQQIE!" screamed Tuestuoh, clutching her arm, trying not to stumble down the stairs. "IIM'Q O'HISTUOH!"
Her voice echoed off of the walls of Rivendell as Arwen chased her, laughing madly and lunging whenever Tuestuoh hesitated. The half-High half- Half elf did not want to hurt Arwen, only get away from her. Screaming "I'm trapped!" and "Help O'histuoh" in Uuohyi for O'histuoh to hear had been a quick thought. Within moments Tuestuoh heard O'histuoh slashing noisily through the trees of Rivendell, just when Arwen had cornered Tuestuoh.
A sword flashed and Arwen cried out, her dagger was on the ground and a new gash that was not self inflicted was on the back of Arwen's hand. O'histuoh wrestled Arwen to the ground none to gently, her hatred for Elrond's daughter showing in her treatment of the Half-Elf. Glorfindel arrived a moment later and stared at the scene before him.
Within minutes Elrond was caring for Tuestuoh's arm in her room and Arwen had been plunged into the cold waters of the river and shown to her own room under the eye of guards, a healer had been sent to tend to her hands. Elrond sighed as he carefully healed Tuestuoh's arm, O'histuoh sitting in the corner playing with her sword with a dark look on her face. Tuestuoh had filled in the Dark Elf while Elrond was healing her, telling her Elrond's tale.
"Your arm should be fine," Elrond said, smiling softly.
"I'm sleeping in here," said O'histuoh as Elrond got up to leave.
"But Arwen is under lock and key," protested Elrond.
"Yes, but I do not wish to jinx your daughter's future by leaving her alone," O'histuoh said wisely. "Arwen is a skilled fighter, and if she thought hard she could surpass those guards with little thought Elrond."
Tuestuoh stood and touched her father's arm lightly. When he turned to look at her Tuestuoh smiled softly. "All will fine father," she said soothingly. "O'histuoh wished for nothing more than my safety. I shall be fine."
Elrond smiled and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Then I shall not worry."
He left his daughter's room, leaving the sisters in peace as O'histuoh tapped a music crystal and its song filled the air. Tuestuoh sat on the bed again, slowly tugging a shirt on over her wound, flinching when it hurt. Looking over at the Dark Elf who was had a look of utter bliss on her face and smiling madly she frowned and asked what was so amusing.
"Oh," said O'histuoh, airily. "I had been dreaming of the day when Arwen went mad." She started giggling and almost fell off of her bench. "I just never dreamed I would see the day! Now I can die happy!" Both girls started laughing, a sound that echoed down to Elrond, who chuckled softly at their happiness.
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O'histuoh and Tuestuoh slowed their horses, Stormwing and Mistfire snorting at the sudden reduction in pace. Mera horses loved to run, and these stallions were no exception. Both Elven women turned in their saddles, looking around them. Their trip had not been easy. An encounter with the Xessoust after they had left Lorien slowed their ride, and now the dark riders threatened to do it again.
"Are you sure it's the Xessoust?" whispered Tuestuoh, looking around with an arrow drawn, a frown creasing her brow.
O'histuoh shook her head, her red stallion snorting and shifting as she swung her sword around. "I am not sure, the energy is some how far different, yet the anger and pain and hatred is still in the scent."
The two turned their horses toward Rivendell and let the Mera stallions run like the wind. The two Elven women did nothing more than hold on, the stallions had no bridles and now that the sisters had given them free rein they would run until they reached Rivendell. A white rider drew even with them and Tuestuoh smiled, knowing him as Glorfindel. His steed was well rested and kept pace with the Meras easily, only tiring when they neared Rivendell though the Meras still ran strong.
When they entered the woods around Rivendell they slowed their steeds, Stormwing and Mistfire happy that they were able to run long enough to let out some kept in energy. They dismounted and Glorfindel greeted the two with warmth. The horses loped off into the woods and the trio walked the stairs to Rivendell.
"I missed you on our last trip," said Tuestuoh, grinning.
"Ah, yes," said the elf. "I heard of that infamous visit. Arwen is still upset."
O'histuoh snorted. "Serves her right the stubborn little bitch."
Glorfindel's eyes laughed. They walked in silence for a bit before he spoke again. "Arwen is still upset but I think now it is for a different reason. Have either of you heard word from Elrond since you last left Rivendell?" he asked.
Both sisters shook their heads and Glorfindel nodded. They walked silently until O'histuoh grew impatient and started walking ahead, swinging her sword with a bored air. The male elf looked long and hard at Tuestuoh once the younger had left and she turned to stare at him.
"Have I done something of interest?" Tuestuoh asked, pushing her hair behind her ears.
"You were born," said Glorfindel with an odd look. He picked up a lock of her hair, studying it. When they passed into the light it shone as gold as Legolas', but when shadow surrounded it remained a dark brown. Glorfindel dropped her hair and they continued walking. Tuestuoh frowned but said nothing. She knew the elf well and soon all would be explained to her.
The city of Rivendell greeted them with warmth and the buildings as always shone with stark brilliance. Tuestuoh smiled when she saw Elrond and O'histuoh talking smoothly when she and Glorfindel reached them in a small side courtyard. Elrond looked at her and a smile, uncertain, passed across his face. They stood, the four of them, and conversed. O'histuoh and Tuestuoh gave Elrond the warning to watch Arwen closely, for the Xessoust were after the heirs of Middle-earth.
A pained look filled Elrond's face and he asked to speak with Tuestuoh alone. When Glorfindel and O'histuoh left, the younger Dark Elf excited about the idea that Glorfindel would spar with her, Tuestuoh asked Elrond what was troubling him. The Half-Elf sighed and bade her to sit on a stone bench that was near.
"I must tell you something," said Elrond.
Tuestuoh smiled at him. "You may tell me anything, Elrond. You have always been as a father to me."
At this the Half-Elf's face grew even more pained. "This may come as some bit of a scare Tuestuoh, but I am your father."
Tuestuoh stared at Elrond, open-mouthed. When she did not reply right away Elrond continued.
"I meant to tell you ages before this, but I could not bring myself to do so. But when I saw this – " he reached out and grabbed the necklace that was always around her neck with the locket and the ring upon it " – this was the ring I gave your mother when I was younger, before the Last Alliance of Men and Elves. You were born and shortly after your mother was killed in that battle. She was the best archer I had ever seen and you, I am happy to see, have inherited her abilities."
"When the war was over," he continued "I had Glorfindel search for you, though he had no luck. You had vanished. Years and years passed and I had assumed you dead. Your mother only sent a single simple letter, I recognized her handwriting right away. All she wrote was 'Our daughter is beautiful.' I never saw her again, and I never knew you as a child."
Elrond stopped and dropped the necklace. "I had known your past and though I wasn't sure if you were her daughter I had begun to wonder. You kept the necklace hidden well, and I did not see it until you had traveled to Rivendell many times. By that time I had taken you and O'histuoh in as daughters and when I actually saw the ring it set my beliefs in stone."
Tuestuoh frowned, her mind working fast. "This is why none of the Xessoust remained here at Rivendell then?"
Elrond nodded and placed a hand over hers. "You are the true heir of the Half-Elves Tuestuoh, not Arwen. You were born first, and even though your mother was of High-Elven decent you are in line for the throne if harm should befall me."
Tuestuoh's lower lip quivered and looking into Elrond's eyes she knew he told the truth. Her father, she had met her father. After all this time and Arwen's barbs and thinking she was unwanted Tuestuoh knew she was truly loved. The true heir of Rivendell looked at her father and said with a shaking voice, "What was my mother's name?"
Elrond's face, which has blossomed into hope and joy, was lanced with pain again. "I am afraid I do not know Tuestuoh, I never learned, for we were together for such a short time when we were pulled apart by the evils of Souron." Elrond, seeing her tears filled with pain and joy pulled her into embrace and she cried into his arms for a long time.
When they finally pulled apart Tuestuoh sobbed once more, and sniffled. A slow grin spread across her face. "So all this time Arwen has been my little sister?" she giggled. Elrond nodded and told her that her room was waiting her, she was tired and near the end of her journey.
When she went into her rooms, taking off her bow and arrow she laid them against a pillar that was the beginning of her room, the curtains cutting off outside access blowing in the ever-present wind. Tuestuoh looked around her room, normally a happy place anyway, and was surprised to see it decorated with flowers and a new gilded mirror. A rug that depicted the scene of mountains with eagles soaring overhead was laid on the stone floor.
Another surprise awaited her on the bed: Arwen was sitting on her bed, a vase of flowers overturned on the floor next to her. The Half-Elf was slowly cutting the flowers into little pieces and Tuestuoh could see blood on Arwen's hands from the dagger she had been using. Tuestuoh moved slowly and cautiously toward Arwen, she knew that the younger elf had never liked her, and this new news must have deepened her hatred.
"Arwen?" said Tuestuoh in a soft, sweet voice. "Are you all right?"
Arwen looked up at Tuestuoh with a mad look across her face. Her normally beautiful brown hair was tangled and her eyes were wild with something Tuestuoh could not name. The Half-Elf stood up and walked slowly towards Tuestuoh, still fidgeting over a half-torn flower. Arwen looked at Tuestuoh with a smirking smile, her eyes half-mad.
"I'm fine sister," she said with a giggle. "I've always been fine."
Tuestuoh took a step backwards, pushing through the curtain and into the light. When her hair was hit by the sunlight it shone a brilliant blonde and Arwen made a snorting sound when she saw Tuestuoh's change. The Half- Elf dropped the flower, blood slowly dripping from her hands, one hand loosely holding the dagger still.
"Come, sister," said Arwen with the same mad giggle. "Give your sister a hug."
Tuestuoh stepped backwards again, holding her arms out in front of her. Damned if she left all of her weapons in the room, how she was facing Arwen alone. She knew that in Arwen's state, half-mad and raging, that she would fight without thought, her swings would be wild. Before Tuestuoh could call out for help Arwen lunged. Tuestuoh dodged most of her attack, though the Half-Elf sliced her upper arm, blood staining her clothes as it ran from the wound.
"O'N USEQQIE!" screamed Tuestuoh, clutching her arm, trying not to stumble down the stairs. "IIM'Q O'HISTUOH!"
Her voice echoed off of the walls of Rivendell as Arwen chased her, laughing madly and lunging whenever Tuestuoh hesitated. The half-High half- Half elf did not want to hurt Arwen, only get away from her. Screaming "I'm trapped!" and "Help O'histuoh" in Uuohyi for O'histuoh to hear had been a quick thought. Within moments Tuestuoh heard O'histuoh slashing noisily through the trees of Rivendell, just when Arwen had cornered Tuestuoh.
A sword flashed and Arwen cried out, her dagger was on the ground and a new gash that was not self inflicted was on the back of Arwen's hand. O'histuoh wrestled Arwen to the ground none to gently, her hatred for Elrond's daughter showing in her treatment of the Half-Elf. Glorfindel arrived a moment later and stared at the scene before him.
Within minutes Elrond was caring for Tuestuoh's arm in her room and Arwen had been plunged into the cold waters of the river and shown to her own room under the eye of guards, a healer had been sent to tend to her hands. Elrond sighed as he carefully healed Tuestuoh's arm, O'histuoh sitting in the corner playing with her sword with a dark look on her face. Tuestuoh had filled in the Dark Elf while Elrond was healing her, telling her Elrond's tale.
"Your arm should be fine," Elrond said, smiling softly.
"I'm sleeping in here," said O'histuoh as Elrond got up to leave.
"But Arwen is under lock and key," protested Elrond.
"Yes, but I do not wish to jinx your daughter's future by leaving her alone," O'histuoh said wisely. "Arwen is a skilled fighter, and if she thought hard she could surpass those guards with little thought Elrond."
Tuestuoh stood and touched her father's arm lightly. When he turned to look at her Tuestuoh smiled softly. "All will fine father," she said soothingly. "O'histuoh wished for nothing more than my safety. I shall be fine."
Elrond smiled and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Then I shall not worry."
He left his daughter's room, leaving the sisters in peace as O'histuoh tapped a music crystal and its song filled the air. Tuestuoh sat on the bed again, slowly tugging a shirt on over her wound, flinching when it hurt. Looking over at the Dark Elf who was had a look of utter bliss on her face and smiling madly she frowned and asked what was so amusing.
"Oh," said O'histuoh, airily. "I had been dreaming of the day when Arwen went mad." She started giggling and almost fell off of her bench. "I just never dreamed I would see the day! Now I can die happy!" Both girls started laughing, a sound that echoed down to Elrond, who chuckled softly at their happiness.
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