Together in Insanity
Disclaimer: We own nothing (except ourselves, a white tutu with purple, pink, green and yellow poka dots. A very slow 4-86 and several books by Tolkien.). No profit made.
A/N: This story is based around Silmarillion characters :).
Chapter One: And so, it starts
The twin daughters of Fëanor, Fëanarel and Isil, little cute toddlers, whom (to the great pleasure of their Mother) looked like they did not inherit the *qualities* of their brothers. Well back to the story. The *cute* twins had a *quality*, a prankish *quality*, just waiting to be unleashed (muwahahahahaha).
The twins were walking through the fields surrounding their home of the elven city Tirion (How they got out of the city I do not know). Eventually they strayed into the mountains surrounding their home, pass the 'play' tree, their big brother Maglor and his girlfriend Mal making out in a suposingly secluded area, Fëanarel and Isil being simple minded toddlers had no idea what these people were doing, they watched for a while then left,
"They are annoying" said Fëanarel, the twins for their age could speak remarkably well. They could also ride pretty well.
"SHUT UP" shouted Isil to her brother and Mal, Isil could do amazing stunts with a stick, a sword would be a Ibit/I heavy, Fëanarel could kind of use a stick, wich usually ended up with frequent injury to herself and any other unfortunate people who happened to be around.
The twins left, rather slowly leaving the two lovers alone.
"They couldn't possibly have any idea to what we were doing, could they Maglor?" asked Mal very uncertain.
"I don't know, those twins are kinda smart" came the reply.
"Uhhhhh well their gone now let's get started.... again"
"Fine with me"
The twins walked on, stumbling among a very unfortunate Orc (so unfortunate that we beg you pity it) and right then and there as it was nursing ideas about baby Elf soup, was pulled in to a game of 'Dress up Orc', the twins favorite game. Then the two 'ickle bubby kins' left the Orc, poor little thing it was never the same.
Years later, King Ingwë was walking the exact same path and found an Orc, huddled up in a little cave, wearing a white tutu with pink, purple, green and yellow poka dots. When it saw him it muttered two words: "Help me" So Ingwë put it out of it's misery, while wondering what creature so powerful and terrible could do this, even to an Orc.
After the game of 'Dress up Orc' they had their own Orc to play this game with.
"It was better than 'Flower'" said Isil happily, 'Flower' being their own Orc that they used for that game, which strangely enough no other toddler could play.
Disclaimer: We own nothing (except ourselves, a white tutu with purple, pink, green and yellow poka dots. A very slow 4-86 and several books by Tolkien.). No profit made.
A/N: This story is based around Silmarillion characters :).
Chapter One: And so, it starts
The twin daughters of Fëanor, Fëanarel and Isil, little cute toddlers, whom (to the great pleasure of their Mother) looked like they did not inherit the *qualities* of their brothers. Well back to the story. The *cute* twins had a *quality*, a prankish *quality*, just waiting to be unleashed (muwahahahahaha).
The twins were walking through the fields surrounding their home of the elven city Tirion (How they got out of the city I do not know). Eventually they strayed into the mountains surrounding their home, pass the 'play' tree, their big brother Maglor and his girlfriend Mal making out in a suposingly secluded area, Fëanarel and Isil being simple minded toddlers had no idea what these people were doing, they watched for a while then left,
"They are annoying" said Fëanarel, the twins for their age could speak remarkably well. They could also ride pretty well.
"SHUT UP" shouted Isil to her brother and Mal, Isil could do amazing stunts with a stick, a sword would be a Ibit/I heavy, Fëanarel could kind of use a stick, wich usually ended up with frequent injury to herself and any other unfortunate people who happened to be around.
The twins left, rather slowly leaving the two lovers alone.
"They couldn't possibly have any idea to what we were doing, could they Maglor?" asked Mal very uncertain.
"I don't know, those twins are kinda smart" came the reply.
"Uhhhhh well their gone now let's get started.... again"
"Fine with me"
The twins walked on, stumbling among a very unfortunate Orc (so unfortunate that we beg you pity it) and right then and there as it was nursing ideas about baby Elf soup, was pulled in to a game of 'Dress up Orc', the twins favorite game. Then the two 'ickle bubby kins' left the Orc, poor little thing it was never the same.
Years later, King Ingwë was walking the exact same path and found an Orc, huddled up in a little cave, wearing a white tutu with pink, purple, green and yellow poka dots. When it saw him it muttered two words: "Help me" So Ingwë put it out of it's misery, while wondering what creature so powerful and terrible could do this, even to an Orc.
After the game of 'Dress up Orc' they had their own Orc to play this game with.
"It was better than 'Flower'" said Isil happily, 'Flower' being their own Orc that they used for that game, which strangely enough no other toddler could play.