"Eowyn, wait…"
Her friend walked right past her without even turning back to look, leaving her staring at the back of a head full of long golden waves. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Sigrid dropped herself upon the still unmade bed, listening to the dormitory door suddenly slam closed. It was the eight time that morning that Eowyn had completely ignored her. Ever since the Yule Ball the night before, her friend had taken it to act as if she was not even present in the room. It was driving Sigrid insane, what had previously been guilt and regret for not telling her friend the truth about her friendship with Lasgalen was quickly turning into boiling ire at being so bluntly- and repeatedly- ignored.
Shaking her head, she carelessly threw yet another sweater into her half-packed trunk before moving away to rummage through her wide collection of scarves. Outside the dim sunlight could barely filter through the overcast December sky, tiny snowflakes smashing against the freezing window pane. It was over two weeks now that the entire grounds had been covered by a white blanket that did not intend to disappear until March.
Her deep brown eyes roamed around the empty dormitory, landing on the perfectly packed trunks of Saturna, Eddelina and Aminta, waiting to be magically carried down to the train station. The only good thing about that morning was the hope of departing from the castle soon. Christmas break was finally upon them, the Hogwarts Express would be leaving Hogsmeade in exactly one hour. And still she was not finished packing. Not that she really cared about what she packed. A few sweaters, jeans and scarves would suffice.
"Sig?" A knock in the closed wooden door made her head turn in that direction, hearing Elladan's ever cheerful voice on the other side. "Sig? What is taking you so long! We should be getting down to Hogsmeade!"
"Coming!" She yelled, throwing a last sweater, her favorite pale blue knit sweater, into her trunk before slamming it closed haphazardly.
"I thought you had decided to stay behind!" Elladan's gleaming smirk met her eyes the second she opened the door, slightly surprised to find him in a deep blue sweater and jeans instead of the usual black school robes. His ever sparkling silver eyes glanced around the room over her shoulder before meeting hers again, narrowing slightly in confusion. "Where's Eowyn?"
"Don't start." Was all she said, her anger starting to rise once more at the mention of her friend.
"She's still angry with you?" Elladan deduced easily, a dark eyebrow rising high on his forehead. Nobody could arch eyebrows like the twins could.
"I guess." She nearly snapped, starting her way down the narrow spiraling stone steps, leaving Elladan to follow. "I would know for sure if she would so much as talk to me, or acknowledge my presence."
And yet, to her further frustration she heard Elladan's amused chuckles following her, as if the situation with her friend was somehow funny to him. She glanced back to throw him a deathly glare, to which both of his hands raised defensively in the air.
"Hey, do not take it out on me." He commented, reaching her side and wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a brotherly gesture. "Why is she so angry? What happened between the two of you at the Ball last night?"
The Ball. That seemed to be the only conversation topic that she had heard ever since returning to the Gryffindor tower the night before. Saturna had not stopped gossiping about it nearly all night, huddled up with Eddelina on one of the beds. And she was sure that every single student down in the Entrance Hall would still be talking about the Ball once they reached it.
"Nothing happened." She muttered as she climbed out of the portrait hole and into the long empty hallway outside. It seemed the fat lady had had too many drinks last night with a nearby painting, fro she could hear her loud snores echoing through the hall.
"Ok, I won't ask anything else." Was all that Elladan said, as if understanding that she would not be giving any details. Instead, he chose to drift the conversation into a different direction. "You're still coming with us right? For Christmas?"
"Of course I am." She had to laugh lightly at his question. "Otherwise I would not be packing to leave!"
"Good." He grinned widely, and for a second she had the feeling that whatever he was thinking about meant trouble. Truth was she was excited to spend Christmas with the twins and their family. Her own dad was travelling at this time, so she would normally have to spend the holydays in Hogwarts. At least the twins had given her another choice. She knew they were not going to their primary house but apparently to a second holyday residency the twin's father owned by a large lake. At least she would not have to deal with Eowyn for a couple of weeks.
"Where's Elrohir?" She suddenly asked, noticing the uncharacteristic absence of the younger twin.
"Well, it seems that at least one of us did have a wonderful Yule Ball" The mocking smirk on Elladan's face said everything, making her let out a chorus of laughter. "He's saying goodbye to Sofina Wyne."
"How was it with Wills?" Elladan continued to chat, descending the giant stone staircase nearly two at a time into the overly large Entrance Hall. She could already hear the muffled chatter of a thousand voices echoing through the massive heavy walls, footsteps bouncing on the stone as students gathered from all sides close to the majestic pair of doors, ready to depart.
"He was nice." She shrugged, even though her stomach tied into guilty knots at the mere mention of the handsome Ravenclaw. She should have acted as a better date than she had been. She could still see his saddened smile as he had discovered she had decided to simply leave the Ball without even telling him. He had done. Nothing wrong, in fact it had been fun to be around him. Except…except that he wasn't the one she had hoped to spend Yule Ball with.
Only thinking about that made a new round of butterflies dance inside her stomach, her heart leaping almost too victoriously. He had broken up with her. And the gossip was currently flying all around the castle and grounds at the moment. She could not name what she felt every time she overheard anyone speaking about it, but could tell it was a thousand times better than that horrible green monster that used to appear every time she was mentioned.
"You know he likes you, right?" Her heart skipped a beat at Elladan's words, suddenly coming back to reality to find that they were already down in the crowded Entrance Hall.
"Huh?"
"Wills" Any butterflies that she might had been feeling suddenly ceased at Elladan's clarification, those silver eyes looking at her all too mockingly, seeming to be enjoying teasing her. "He likes you. It is easy to tell."
"Oh…well…"She did not really know what to say, playing with a loose strand of her golden curls, trying to find a way to changing the subject.
"Are you going to date him?" Her eyes grew wide at Elladan's seemingly absurd suggestion. Out in the distance she could hear McGonagalla giving instructions that nobody seemed to be paying attention to, and she barely even noticed that slowly the long line of students had started to move, walking into the snow-covered steps and heading towards the Train Platform.
"What—No!" She whispered as a bunch of second year student's elbowed past them, too eager to reach the train station to cared who they ran over on the way. The freezing outside wind hit her face harshly, making her grip her thick sweater closer to her, wishing that she had brought one of her long cozy school cloaks with her.
"Why not?" Elladan chuckled teasingly, not even seeming to be feeling the dreadfully cold weather around them. "It's not as if I suggested you dated Scott Romagnoli"
She shook her head at the mention of the fat Hufflepuff boy with his face full of painful looking pimples, throwing Elladan a reproachful look for making fun of him.
"Because I don't want to date Wills." She added in a another whisper, not wanting the students around to overhear into their conversation. Not that anybody was paying attention to them. In fact, it seemed that everyone around them was to immersed in sharing their own Yule Ball experiences and gossip to even notice the conversations happening around.
"You are so strange, Sig." He teased her again, shaking her head slightly, making his long dark hair sway elegantly at his back. "Every Ravenclaw girl wants to date Wills, and yet he likes you." He added, sounding a little begrudgingly, and for a second she wanted to ask which Ravenclaw girl he had a crush on that wanted to date Wills instead.
"Who likes Sig?" A familiar voice chimed in from behind them, making nearly ump in surprise.
"Wills, Ro, pay attention." Elladan updated his twin.
"Is she dating him?"
"I'm not dating Wills." She muttered in exasperation, getting tired of this conversation, and yet she knew the twins' mission was precisely to irritate her, not really caring about the conversation themselves. It was all to tease her. Oh, Merlin, and she was about to spend the entire Christmas Break with them?"
"Why not? Every Ravencalw girl wants to date him." Elrohir repeated the same thing his twin had said only seconds ago, making her want to pull at her hair.
"Does Wyne want to date him?" It was her turn to narrow her eyes as she teased the younger twin, who only seemed capable of grinning at the mere mention of the Ravenclaw Chaser.
"No she doesn't." He was quick to add, his attention one again focusing on her. "Don't change the subject, Sig, why would you not want to date Wills unless—"
The younger twin suddenly stopped, silver eyes abruptly lighting up with a grin she knew all too well, staring intently at her. "You like someone else!"
"What? No, I don't!" What were they even thinking! "Just drop it! Let's talk about something else."
"Merlin, you do like someone else!" Elladan joined his twin, studying her with a victorious, yet confused grin. "Who is he? Why have you not mentioned anything?"
"Because I don't like anyone else!" She nearly hissed. She didn't like anyone. She didn't. Now more than ever she wished Eowyn was not angry with her, her friend always had the last minute gossip that would shift the conversation to her and Sigrid would be left alone in peace.
"Fine, we won't tease anymore" Elladan laughed, raising his hands in the air in a peace offering gesture. The scarlet Hogwarts express had come into view in the distance, amidst a white cloud of vapor that floated eerily beautiful around it. Masses of students were already climbing into the wagons, heads pocking through the windows yelling and waving at their friends below. Half the school year was already gone, yet it felt as if only a day ago she had been climbing into this same train on her way to start the year.
"I see Eowyn." Elrohir smiled, already making his way ahead through the crowd. "Come on! Let's catch up with her and find a compartment."
She felt her insides drop heavily, watching as Elladan quickly followed his twin. Deciding that she would either go with her friends, or find an empty compartment and sit alone for the duration of the ride, Sigrid begrudgingly followed Elladan into the scarlet warm train. Nearly every compartment was full inside, the narrow corridor filled with students walking this way and that, the twins somehow managing to make way through the tight crowd. But then again, they somehow seemed to be friends with half of the school, everyone letting them through without trouble. She nearly stepped over the tail of a fat black cat on her way, a third year Ravencalw girl, hurrying to pick up her stray pet before anyone else had the chance to potentially harm it.
"Hi, Elladan!" She had to stifle a laugh as she heard Eddelina waving at the elder twin from one of the compartments, batting her thick dark eyelashes. The elder twin seemed about to run away from a split second, but somehow managed to force a smile and wave back at the girl.
"Let's find a compartment far away from this one." She heard him muttering to his younger twin between gritted teeth. Oh, if Elladan teased again about anything, she would use Eddelina to tease back.
The passed a group of Slytheirng girls sitting tight on a compartment to their right, whispering hurriedly among themselves. And there it was again, that feeling in the pit of her stomach she could not describe at the sight of that flawless pale skin, silken dark hair and gorgeous pale green eyes.
"What is he thinking?" A flaming red haired Slytherin girl was saying, shaking her head disapprovingly. "That he can find anyone better than you? You are a pure blood, from a wealthy family, and the best in our class! And the best Chaser in Hogwarts, Al!"
"He will come back to you, I know it." A silver blond girl added this time, making her want to roll her eyes and the same time smile at all this comforting break up talk she could hear.
"If he doesn't, can I date him?" Another girl jumped in, her eyes so pale they seemed made of ice, contrasting sharply with her tanned complexion and thick dark hair.
"Do not dare!" Alexis' Sonnet's eyes glared at the girl with such fury that for a second she almost expected her to have cast a nonverbal jinx. Yet the other girl did not seem at all concerned with the look she received, merely inspecting her nails as if bored.
"Azalia!" The red haired girl seemed scandalized, throwing ice at the tanned girl who merely sat back on her seat. "He's Al's!
"Just saying." The girl, Azalia she had learned, shrugged her shoulders nearly disinterestedly "He seemed pretty angry last night, I doubt he will be speaking to you anytime soon."
"Do not listen to her." The silvery blond hair jumped in almost immediately, huddling closer to the glaring Alexis. "Besides it's Christmas Break, and you know your family always spends the holydays with his, since you live so close and both of your father's work at the Ministry! You will see him!"
"They won't be home for Christmas!" Alexis Sonnet snapped furiously, the blond hair stepping back immediately. "They are going to their holiday house in the countryside!"
"This one's empty!" Elrohir suddenly called, making her attention return to her friends and almost begrudgingly leave the gossiping Slytherin girls in their compartments behind. She had wanted to hear more. She didn't really know why, but she had wanted to hear more. Why had Lasgalen been angry with Sonnet? What had they argued about? Why had he broken up with her? And more importantly, why did she even care!?
Instead, she followed Eowyn and the twins inside the cozy small compartment, closing the door behind her. Eowyn's grey-blue eyes turned up only to glare at her before setting on the window, and she could already feel her anger rising at the prospect of being ignored yet again.
"Is your dad picking you up at King's Cross?" Elladan asked Eowyn casually as he dropped himself to sit next to her, picking out a bag of unopened every favor beans from his pant pocket.
"Yeah, then we're going to go visit my brother in France." Eowyn helped herself to one of the candies without asking, the elder twin not seeming to mind.
"He's still working there then?" She asked, testing the waters and see if her friend would reply, and yet all she received was that icy stare again, not even a word in return.
"Will you stop that childish act and talk to me?" She tried again, a little less friendly this time, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh, you want me to talk to you?" There it was again, that cold smug tone that made her want to rage. "Ok, let's talk, but you start explaining."
"Explaining what?!" She nearly yelled, close to the end of her patience. Outside the window the snow danced in a race of flurries, mountains and valleys flying past them peacefully.
"You know what." Eoywn's eyes narrowed at her, the twins sharing a look between themselves that told her they would rather be anywhere but there at that precise moment.
"No, I don't!" She lied, but truth was she did not really want to talk about it specifically. She just wanted her friend back! "What do you want me to say?"
"Ok, I'll help you remember." Eowyn added coldly, folding her eyes on her lap. "Why was Lasgalen talking to you at the Yule Ball?...No, let me rephrase that, why was Lasgalen angry with you at the Yule Ball?"
"Lasgalen?" Elladan suddenly asked, his voice speaking the name as if it was poisoned, silver eyes looking at her as though she had betrayed him somehow.
"Lasgalen is cold and angry with everyone who is not his little spawn of a brother or his Slytherin followers." Elrohir added to Eowyn's question, as if that should suffice as any sort of explanation. And yet she wanted to glare at the twins and Eowyn, to yell at them for their prejudices that blinded them so much! They didn't even know him!
"Why was he talking to you?" Eowyn pressed, the twin's eyes now landing on her expectantly.
"Because!" She exclaimed, feeling like she owed no explanation to anyone! And yet she knew why her friend was angry, and it precisely because of this, because she kept hiding things from her. But what was there for her to say that did not end in a thousands of comments from all of her friends about how awful and attention seeking and aloof Lasgalen was. She already knew all of the stories and rumors about him! And she also knew they are all wrong, they were so incredibly wrong….nobody knew the truth…
"Because is not a reason." Oh, Eowyn knew just how to keep pushing it and pushing it.
"Why would Lasgalen be talking to you, Sig?" Elrohir was the one to ask this time, even though he seemed legitimately puzzled, at least his voice did not sound as accusing as Eowyn's did.
"He wanted my Potion's class notes, wanted to burrow them." She said the first thing she could think of that would not give away any kind of friendship with the Slytherin Seeker. But they were not really friends…or were they? She could no longer tell. She had not seen him since that night at the Room of Requirement, and then he had been so angry with her for no reason at all at the Yule Ball.
"He just wants to copy your work." Elladan murmured, shaking his head disapprovingly, taking yet another candy from the small bag. "too lazy to do his own work….or even attending class for that matter."
"At the Yule Ball?" Eoywn crossed her thin arms tightly over her chest, eyebrows raised as if she knew she had caught an obvious lie. "He wanted to talk to you about class – which we all know he cares so little about he doesn't even attend- while being at the Yule Ball?"
"It was before the Yule Ball!" She added quickly, surprised at how steady her voice sounded, how sure she seemed of herself. She wished nothing more than to tell Eowyn the whole truth, but how? How could she make Eowyn listen to her without her prejudices and hatred she was so willing to hold on to? And then there was the fact that she could not tell her friend the whole truth even if she wanted to. Nobody knew, and even Lasgalen seemed to prefer the rumors that went about than having anyone knew what it really was.
"I ran into him at the library and he asked for my notes, and I said no. He didn't like that, and was angry with me and wanted to make my life miserable at the Ball. That's why you saw him talking to me, he was still angry. Are you happy now?" She felt her insides twist in disgust at the words that were coming out of her mouth, and yet she could see her friend partially accepting her new lie. For a second she wanted to yell at Eowyn for choosing to so easily believe this tale simply because it depicted Lasgalen as acting selfish and unfriendly.
"Typical Lasgalen." Elrohir added with a shake of the head, and she had to bite her tongue to not yell in return.
"Fine, I believe you, Sig." Eowyn sighed, but she was no longer in the mood for peace-making and friendly talk, resting her head against the cold window pane and closing her eyes, pretending to be trying to sleep.
IIIIIIIII
A light tap on the shoulder suddenly woke her up, her eyes blinking a couple of times only to realize that the soft lull of the moving train had stopped. Outside the window, the sky had turned completely black, and she could see the familiar shapes of Platform 9 ¾.
"We're here, Sig." Elrohir's voice whispered close to her ear, and she could almost hear the soft smile on his voice. "You slept the entire journey."
Out of the corner of her eye she could see Eowyn standing up from the cushioned seat, reaching up for her small backpack while Elladan tied a long black scarf around his neck. A thousand voices echoed loudly outside in the narrow corridor, students walking sluggishly and elbowing each other in their eagerness to climb out of the train, some of the first years yawning tiredly.
"I see Ada." Elladan suddenly said, face pressed close to the window, but she was too tired to turn and look outside. Ada. Dad. That word still sounded strange to her ears, no matter how many times she had heard it. It was an old tongue, one that only the oldest families of wizards still used sporadically.
"He managed to leave St. Mungo's early today?" Elrohir added as he rose to his feet, using his right hand to slide open the compartment door. The noise from the corridor immediately swept inside, making Sigrid suddenly completely awake, not looking forward to shuffling her along the crowd of tired cranky students. But then again, she could not wait to get out of this train.
Her brown eyes scanned through the line of students almost hopefully, searching to find a familiar tall figure she knew would not be there. He would be at the front of the train, in the compartment reserved specially for the prefects and head boys and girls. She did catch his brother, his little silvery head impossible to miss in the crowd, laughing along with another group of Slytherin boys.
It took long minutes of patience before they finally managed to climb off the train, her legs feeling awkward and stiff from the many hours sitting down. The soft cloud of steam covered the platform with a white glow, making the shapes and shadows casted by many torches and magical lights feel longer and larger. All around her students rushed to reach their parents and families, many of them waving around in hopes to be seen by a loved one.
"See you back at the castle?" She turned her head when she heard Elladan addressing Eowyn softly, the later smiling widely before nodding her head.
"Have a happy Chirstmas, all of you." Her friend waved one of her pale thin hands, for the first time that day seeming to have completely forgotten her anger.
"You too." She managed to say in unison with Elrohir, watching her friend nearly running away and disappearing through the thick cloud of vapor, no doubt in search of her brother. Still it felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders, her fight with Eowyn seeming suddenly so far away. Even though she knew it was only momentarily. She would have to tell the truth sooner or later.
"I trust you had a pleasant journey?" A deep voice approached them, her eyes immediately lifting up to find the tall impossibly powerful figure of the twins' father. Long dark hair fell lose down his back, cascading over the long rich burgundy cloak he was wearing. Kind silver eyes, bathed in a sort of wisdom she could never understand sweeping through each of their faces, the same color as the twins' and yet so different, so much more powerful, the knowledge of a thousand millennia concealed in their depths.
She had known the twins' father for nearly as long as she had known the twins, and yet that steady, authoritative aura that seemed to constancy surround him never stopped to surprise her, as if she would never get used to it. And yet there was one more thing pooling nervously inside her mind at that precise moment. He had been there that day, when she had been accidentally dragged to St. Mungo's. And oh, Merlin, she hoped with all of her power that he had not seen her. But whether or not he had, he did not mention it.
"We did." Elladan was the one to speak, smiling widely at the sight of his father. "Sig and Ro slept the whole way."
"You fell asleep too?" She whispered to the younger twin, who merely let out a light laugh with a nod of his head.
"Where's Arwen?" Elrohir pointed out, his silver eyes looking around the cloudy platform in search of their gorgeous sister.
"You sister is spending a couple of days with Elise. But she will be spending Christmas with us, Elise's parents will drop her off on Saturday." The tall dark haired wizard offered as an explanation, those silver piercing eyes suddenly flying in her direction, smiling warmly at her. "So, Sigrid, it appears you will have her room entirely to yourself until Saturday."
"Lucky you." Elladan was quick to mutter, just as they started their march along the crowded platform. "I still have to share."
"Oh, shut up, Dan." Elrohir rolled his eyes, one hand flying up to playfully smack his brother's shoulders, but a quick glance at his nearby father made him suddenly change his mind.
A few seconds later they had stepped outside into the freezing streets of London. She guessed it must have been late at night, because it was oddly quiet and empty all around them. Sigrid opened her mouth, about to ask something when Mr. Peredhel pulled out what looked to be a broken muggle watch from his robe's pocket.
"All right. Everybody hold on to it." He instructed in his ever peaceful yet commanding deep voice, and she knew that nobody would ever dare to argue against him. They must have looked funny, had anybody walked past them at that precise moment, all four of them standing in an awkward circle holding onto a horrible muggle watch that did not even work. Except that it was no ordinary watch. It was a portkey. She could feel her stomach already turning in dread. Portkeys always made her so dizzy.
"Here we go." She could hear the twin's father speaking, but had already closed her eyes tightly shut, knowing from experience that it was easier if she did not look at the spinning around her. "Three….Two…..One…."
And there it was. Suddenly she felt as if a giant claw had taken hold of the back of her neck, pulling her forcefully in every direction, the world compressing tightly around her, spinning, spinning….spinning. Her feet hit the ground with a loud thud, the impact taking her by surprise and making her lose her balance, falling straight on her bottom. She did not dare open her eyes just yet, feeling that familiar horribly queasiness that always followed her after travelling by portkey.
Her hands travelled to the ground at her sides, ready to push herself up, but her fingers were met with something soft, and cold: snow. They were outdoors? Her eyes snapped open in a flash, falling on the twins' figures as they too pushed themselves to stand. But it was not the twins which had caught her attention, it was not them which made her eyes gaze in wonder, mouth half-open.
They were standing in what seemed to be the edge of a thick forest, the snow covering the ground in a while soft blanket. The pale silver moon hung high on the black sky, its shimmering light kissing the snow in silvery waves. A huge frozen lake stretched before her eyes, its edge not too far away from she stood, so large that she could not even see its other side, like a frozen black ocean that merged at the horizon with the black night sky. The soft night breeze toyed with her hair, singing a melodious tune that made the frozen leaves on the overly tall trees waltz. Right by the water's edge, rose high the largest most beautiful house her eyes had ever laid eyes upon. A thousand delicate windows shimmered with bright welcoming yellow light, hundreds of balconies pocking outside so delicately it seemed as though they were floating, their railings too intricate, too frail. Part of the giant manor seemed to be hiding inside the forest, almost becoming part of it, with trees starting to climb their way over pointed arches lining courtyards, the branches canopying over some of the lower balconies in enchanted natural roofs. A massive cliff stood tall and overpowering to the back of the house, here some of the higher rooms seemed to attach to the stone as if they were growing out of it, making a dozen or so of wide terraces appear and disappear form view.
"This is your holiday house?" She could not help but whisper as she heard Elladan approaching her from behind, not even turning her eyes away from the enchanting sight to look at him. She had been at the twin's primary residence before, and although large for a house it could not begin to be compared to this.
"It's belonged to the family for a very long time." Elladan shrugged, pretending as if the sight no longer impressed him at all, his attention suddenly turning to something else, glancing over his shoulder. "Oh, no."
"What?" She turned around to look at whatever it was the elder twin was looking at, following his gaze only to notice that a second gigantic house stood not far away from them, by the other edge of the frozen lake, hundreds of windows also shimmering with welcoming yellow light.
"The Lasgalens are here." Elrohir muttered nearly to himself, silver eyes also studying the lighted house not too far away. In a split second she felt her stomach twist into an uncomfortable knot, nerves wracking her body.
"What?" Was all she managed to ask. Had she heard correctly?
"They haven't come here for the past five years. Why have they suddenly decided to spend Christmas here?" Elladan was the one to speak, but she could no longer tell whether he was addressing anyone in particular of simply talking to himself, his voice dripping with dread and discontent, as if his entire Christmas Break had suddenly been ruined.
"Oropher and his sons are spending the Holydays here as well." Mr. Peredhel's deep yet firm voice trailed to them, his tall elegant figure approaching them at a pace so graceful she wondered if he was even leaving footprints in the snow. His silver eyes looked directly at his sons, looking from one to the other warningly, sternly. "I have taken the liberty of inviting them over for Christmas' Eve Dinner, and the two you will behave this time. I want no quarrels and no fights this year…."
The tall dark-haired wizard continued to warn his sons but she was no longer listening, her eyes glued instead to the tiny shimmering yellow windows of the nearby second house, half-way hoping, half-way dreading to see that familiar curtain of long silvery hair sweeping through one, those piercing ice blue eyes staring back at them perhaps. And yet there was something else suddenly in her mind, something that one again make her want to yell a thousand questions to the two identical figures standing next to her. So they knew the Lasgalens. By Mr. Peredhel's tone, he and Mr. Lasgalen were…friends. Then why did the twins hate him so much? Why did they act as if they did not even know each other?
Hi there! I know it was been an awfully long wait! I'm so sorry about that! I hope this chapter can somehow start to make up for that! Let me know what you think! I know there was no Thranduil in this chapter, but there will be a lot of him in the coming one! ;)
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