Sorry for the late post, the last few days have been real busy for me

Elanor I suppose I can tell you that Azscverbae is a place without spoiling anything, and as for how I came up with such a word . . . not sure really, but you'll get used to strange words. I'm known to come up with the strangest names and such. Hehe . . . maybe one of these days I'll get up off my lazy bum and find that one site that has that name generator and use it, but I enjoy creating my own names, it's lots of fun and they belong completely to me.

As for the longer chapters, well I'll try to stick to posting every other day, but I can't make any promises.

Smeagol

Azscverbae is pronounced (Azk-ver-bay) if that helps any.

I never heard of any white wolves in hobbit history, so I doubt that it has something to do with it. I actually had a strange dream involving Legolas running through the woods with a white wolf running by his side, and I've developed it more fully so it turned into a story, so that's where I got the idea, but I will check into the hobbit history thing.



'Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.' -Aristotle-

Chapter 2: Back Home, Darkness in the Woods



"So what did you catch little brother?" Elladan asked as the three made their way down the hall.

"Well," he stuttered, "it's kind of a long story."

Elladan laughed, "You mean to tell me that the entire time you were out there, you didn't catch anything?'

Aragorn blushed, "I never said that."

"So, are you going to tell us or do I have to beat it out of you?" Elladan said with a wicked smile.

Elrohir laughed softly. "Elladan, remember what father said about setting a good example?"

"I am," he protested, "just watch." With that he lunged at Estel, attempting to bring the young human into a head lock, but Estel was quick to react, taking shelter behind Elrohir.

Elladan quickly took chase, following the human as he moved quickly around a laughing Elrohir.

Elladan let out a sigh of disgust as the tried to keep himself from laughing. "Come on Elrohir, some help here would be nice."

Elrohir straitened up, wiping tears from his eyes. "Don't you dare bring me into this," he warned, trying to calm his laughter.

Elladan lunged at Estel once again, but the human easily dodged to the other side, out of his reach. "Don't worry Estel," Elladan said softly, "I won't hurt you . . . much!"

Elrohir managed to squeeze himself out from between the two, and started down the hall, only to be stopped as Estel latched onto his sleeve.

"Don't leave!" he cried, "You're my elder brother! You wouldn't leave me here to defend myself, would you?"

"Don't forget, Elladan is also your elder brother," he said calmly, "go ask him to protect you."

"But Elladan's the one who wants to kill me," he said, glaring back at Elladan who was slowly advancing.

"And your point is?"

Estel frowned as Elladan snickered softly. "Thanks a lot," he grumbled softly.

"You better run if you know what's good for you," Elrohir warned as Elladan stepped up next to them.

Without thinking, he tore down the hall, Elladan following quickly, leaving Elrohir behind, but only for a moment as he too joined in the chase. After all, he wanted to make sure the Elladan didn't actually kill Estel.



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They were over him now, tearing at his flesh as he attempted to gain his balance. He knew that if he fell, he more in likely would not be able to rise.

Corean gasped for air, searching the ground for a stick or rock he could use as a weapon. His heart hammered in his chest as he felt fear rise inside him, not only for his safety, but for Trinea's as well.

He had last heard his friend when he had cried out in pain. But since then, Corean had heard nothing indicating that his friend lived.

A strong jaw latched onto his forearm, pulling him to his knees. Painfully Corean was able to fight off the beasts, gaining his feet once again.

Suddenly an arrow shot through the air, striking a nearby wolf with a sickening thud, and it dropped to the ground with a cry. The other wolves as well as Corean, threw their heads up to see who their attacker was, but could not see anything through the mists.

More arrows followed, and Corean threw himself on the ground, covering his head as arrows rained over his head, some striking the retreating wolves as others landed in trees, or skipped harmlessly by on the ground.

Within moments the forest was quiet again, a handful of few unlucky wolves lay dead in their fleeing tracks, the rest had escaped without harm. Corean raised his head carefully, blood running down from a gash he received from one of the wolves, watching carefully to see who had saved them, but the forest around them seemed to be empty.

He rose slowly, moving quietly toward Trinea, who had pulled himself into a sitting position, leaning against a tree. For some reason he felt a strange feeling that whoever had driven the wolves away were worse than the wolves themselves.

Trinea struggled to breath, his scratched face pale with pain. He opened his eyes lightly at Corean's soft touch.

Carefully Corean moved Trinea's hand away from his bloody side, inspecting the deep wound. It bleed freely. Quickly shrugging from his over-coat he tied a makeshift wound, trying to slow the bleeding.

He himself was bleeding a fair amount himself, but he was no where as bad off as Trinea was. Most of his wounds were scratches, save for the gashes that covered his left arm, and one on his head. His back throbbed in pain from the deep scratch that he had received when the wolves had pounced on him.

It was then he noticed the arrow in the tree that Trinea leaned against. In a swift motion he pulled it out, examining it closely. He drew in a sharp breath, casting the arrow at way at once. "Glamhoths," he whispered softly . "We need to get out of here," he whispered softly, helping Trinea to his feet.

Trinea leaned heavily against his friend, trying to calm his ragged breathing. His pain filled eyes searched the foggy forest, but all was still quiet, as they moved slowly.

Suddenly Trinea tripped, letting out a gasp of pain, closing his eyes. Corean tried to pull him back to his feet, but Trinea shook his head. "Go," he whispered.

Corean shook his head, grabbing his arm, "I won't leave you."

"Don't you understand? They'll catch us both, leave while you can."

Corean refused to listen as he drug his friend back to his feet. Their retreat was stopped abruptly as the silence was shattered by the fierce shrieking as Orcs suddenly broke through the mists, and surrounding their newly found prey.

Carefully Corean lay Trinea down, the wounded Elf tensing as a wave of pain crested through his body. Corean stood over his friend protectively, preparing himself for an attack. He would not let themselves be taken without a fight, even if he had to fight them without any arms.



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Elrohir pushed the door to the dinning room open slowly, ducking as an apple sailed through the air, over his head. Glancing about the room he could see Elladan trying to move around the large table in order to get to Estel who stood on the other side, a large bowl of apples in his arms.

"Missed me," Elladan taunted as he ducked out of the way of another apple. He moved toward his left, starting to head around the table, but Estel quickly kept the distance between them the same.

Reaching in the bowl, Estel drew out another apple, letting it sail toward Elladan who once again dodged the apple easily. It struck the wall with a thud, leaving a slight wet spot on the wall as it bounced to the floor.

"Elladan what are you doing?" Elrohir asked softly leaning against the wall. He was careful not to get his hair into the chunks of apple that clung to the wall.

Elladan turned to look at his brother with a sheepish grin. "Nothing much," he said with a simple shrug of his shoulders.

During that moment Estel had taken another apple, aiming carefully and letting it go.

"Look out," Elrohir shouted at his brother. Elladan turned quickly, the apple striking him in the head a split second later, causing him to stumble slightly, sending Elrohir and Estel into a fit of laughter.

"All right, you're going to pay for that!" Elladan declared, jumping onto the table. He dodged for Estel, but the young human fell to his knees, quickly scrambling under the table.

"Get off the furniture!" Elrohir yelled at his brother, trying not laugh as the scene unfolded before him.

Jumping off the table Elladan was finally able to corner Estel, who held an apple up threateningly. "Go ahead," Elladan said, approaching his younger brother. "Throw it, I dare you."

Gripping the apple Estel threw it hard in Elladan's direction, but he easily ducked and it sailed over his head toward the opening door.

Elrond had just been stepping in when all the sudden an apple smashed into the door near his head. He paused for a moment, staring at the apple as it rolled on the floor, then lifted his gaze up to the three occupants in the room.

Estel quickly shoved the bowl into Elladan's hands, scooting away slowly.

"Stop right where you are," Elrond said in a quiet yet demanding tone.

Estel stopped immediately. He gave his father a sideways grin, "Hello Ada, and how are you today?"

Elrond glared at his youngest son, and Estel fell quiet. He knew that don't- press-your-luck look all to well.

Elladan suddenly seemed to notice that he now was holding the bowl. "I can explain . . . I mean I didn't do it . . . well actually what I mean is . . ." he fell silent as his father's gaze passed over him. Daring to move he slowly placed the bowl back on the table.

"I had no part in this," Elrohir said softly.

Elrond nodded softly. "I expect this room to be clean when I return," he said, glancing at his sons. "So you all understand."

"But I didn't do any of this," Elrohir exclaimed, glaring at his brothers.

"You're going to stay here and make sure these two don't kill each other," Elrond said softly. "Do you all understand?"

Estel and Elladan nodded quickly, with Elrohir to follow.

"Good," Elrond said, "I want this room to look exactly how it was before you three came in." With that he turned and left the three alone.

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TBC . . .