A/N OMG I can't believe I didn't update for so long… oops? Forgive me? I
promise I'll pay more attention to, and try to finish all my stories. I
solemnly swear by Legolas, Great Sex God of Mirkwood, this: That I shall
finish mine stories before I go off on a new tangent, shall not indulge on
short passing fancies, and will not leave reviewers chapterless. This I say
in the eyes of my Sex God, and The Creator, J.R.R. Tolkein, and PJ, for
casting my other Sex God, Orlando Bloom. Thankyou. Now read before I chase
you and hunt you down with a spoon. Oh, Sirithcranwen will just be Siri
from now on. Do you know how hard that is to type?
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At sixish the next morning Pherwing became tired of waiting for Elenia and Sirithcranwen to wake up, and shook them.
"We must hurry. Amin nifred anim gwanur," she told them.
"Understandably, but can't you worry lateron. Say tennish?" asked Elenia hopefully. Pherwing didn't reply.
"So that's a no, then…" despite her protests, Elenia was ready quite quickly, and after eating a little lembas, and trying to practically force some on Pherwing, said she was ready.
"Excellent!" said Siri, and they set off. Since the mood was a sight lighter than yesterday, Elenia began to sing,
Ai! Elbereth, mal annan!
Long I travelled ere I sang mine prayer!
Ai! Elbereth, mal annan!
Let me rest, and lift from my shoulders care!
Ai! Elbereth, mal annan!
For the journey long, yet our hearts are strong, and ever we will go!
As long as there is home, and the trees still in strength grow!
Pherwing smiled despite herself. Elenia was perhaps four centuries younger than her, less rather than more, yet she seemed to act as a child of less then 500! It tired her a little sometimes, but it was usually quite fun. Siri also was good, and seemed motherly. Pherwing only just remembered what motherly was. But it was nice. They walked on, ad she nodded absently at Elenia's questions, and smiled at Siri's incessant worrying.
"I'm fine, honestly, a little tired perhaps, but I won't stop. Only three more days journey by coach, now. But that could be five days walking…" Pherwing broke off.
"Dearie, don't worry. We'll get there, soon," Sirir reassured her.
"How soon? I need a bath," complained Elenia. You really did have to smile at her.
"Ai! You will be the death of me! Pray the sun lasts long, that you do not snore and keep me awake another night!" said Siri.
"You know, a day without sun is like, night…" said Elenia. All three burst out laughing at this. They sped up a little, heartened at the further lightening of the mood. In the end they were practically skipping off. Well, except for Siri, who clucked about insisting they would fall and break a bone. Elenia and Pherwing rolled their eyes playfully and began to do mock tumbles, driving the elder elf into near hysterics. They continued in this manner until just past nightfall when they flopped down by a tree and the two fell asleep as soon as they hit the ground. Siri decided she could watch all night, and let them lie. She could obtain vengeance… at four the next morning. She stayed awake all night, and wondered if Pherwing realised just how bad Laithol was to be sent to The Last Homely House itself. She had underplayed it a little, yes, but Pherwing, if anyone should know why people went there. The next morning they did indeed set out early, and the day was short. At around lunchtime they stopped in a dell for such purpose.
"Not far to rivendell now. Once, travelling with your father, we stopped in this very dell!" said Siri.
"Really? When I went we always took that awfully long, wearisome way through Lorien!" replied Pherwing.
"That's because of your roots, Pherie! Your mother did live there!" Elenia told her. Pherwing smiled.
"Did, is the key word there. I don't like it. Galadriel's creepy. She speaks to your mind!"
"For the good of all, I'm sure. Now come, let's go!" said Siri.
"Why so soon?" asked Elenia.
"Him. He approaches, and I dislike the look of him," said Siri, pointing out a figure approaching fast. Pherwing's throat seized. She would recognise him anywhere.
"Run!" she choked, and sprinted off, leaving everything behind. The two others, confused, did the same.
"WHY!?!" shouted Elenia.
"Just do!" replied Pherwing, and kept running. They did so, and soon left the dell and mysterious figure far behind. After perhaps an hour, Pherwing collapsed, and breathed heavily, with choking sobs. The other two approached her cautiously.
"Pherwing? Are you all right?" asked Elenia nervously. Her only answer was more wracking sobs.
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A/N muse abandoned, yup..
*
At sixish the next morning Pherwing became tired of waiting for Elenia and Sirithcranwen to wake up, and shook them.
"We must hurry. Amin nifred anim gwanur," she told them.
"Understandably, but can't you worry lateron. Say tennish?" asked Elenia hopefully. Pherwing didn't reply.
"So that's a no, then…" despite her protests, Elenia was ready quite quickly, and after eating a little lembas, and trying to practically force some on Pherwing, said she was ready.
"Excellent!" said Siri, and they set off. Since the mood was a sight lighter than yesterday, Elenia began to sing,
Ai! Elbereth, mal annan!
Long I travelled ere I sang mine prayer!
Ai! Elbereth, mal annan!
Let me rest, and lift from my shoulders care!
Ai! Elbereth, mal annan!
For the journey long, yet our hearts are strong, and ever we will go!
As long as there is home, and the trees still in strength grow!
Pherwing smiled despite herself. Elenia was perhaps four centuries younger than her, less rather than more, yet she seemed to act as a child of less then 500! It tired her a little sometimes, but it was usually quite fun. Siri also was good, and seemed motherly. Pherwing only just remembered what motherly was. But it was nice. They walked on, ad she nodded absently at Elenia's questions, and smiled at Siri's incessant worrying.
"I'm fine, honestly, a little tired perhaps, but I won't stop. Only three more days journey by coach, now. But that could be five days walking…" Pherwing broke off.
"Dearie, don't worry. We'll get there, soon," Sirir reassured her.
"How soon? I need a bath," complained Elenia. You really did have to smile at her.
"Ai! You will be the death of me! Pray the sun lasts long, that you do not snore and keep me awake another night!" said Siri.
"You know, a day without sun is like, night…" said Elenia. All three burst out laughing at this. They sped up a little, heartened at the further lightening of the mood. In the end they were practically skipping off. Well, except for Siri, who clucked about insisting they would fall and break a bone. Elenia and Pherwing rolled their eyes playfully and began to do mock tumbles, driving the elder elf into near hysterics. They continued in this manner until just past nightfall when they flopped down by a tree and the two fell asleep as soon as they hit the ground. Siri decided she could watch all night, and let them lie. She could obtain vengeance… at four the next morning. She stayed awake all night, and wondered if Pherwing realised just how bad Laithol was to be sent to The Last Homely House itself. She had underplayed it a little, yes, but Pherwing, if anyone should know why people went there. The next morning they did indeed set out early, and the day was short. At around lunchtime they stopped in a dell for such purpose.
"Not far to rivendell now. Once, travelling with your father, we stopped in this very dell!" said Siri.
"Really? When I went we always took that awfully long, wearisome way through Lorien!" replied Pherwing.
"That's because of your roots, Pherie! Your mother did live there!" Elenia told her. Pherwing smiled.
"Did, is the key word there. I don't like it. Galadriel's creepy. She speaks to your mind!"
"For the good of all, I'm sure. Now come, let's go!" said Siri.
"Why so soon?" asked Elenia.
"Him. He approaches, and I dislike the look of him," said Siri, pointing out a figure approaching fast. Pherwing's throat seized. She would recognise him anywhere.
"Run!" she choked, and sprinted off, leaving everything behind. The two others, confused, did the same.
"WHY!?!" shouted Elenia.
"Just do!" replied Pherwing, and kept running. They did so, and soon left the dell and mysterious figure far behind. After perhaps an hour, Pherwing collapsed, and breathed heavily, with choking sobs. The other two approached her cautiously.
"Pherwing? Are you all right?" asked Elenia nervously. Her only answer was more wracking sobs.
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A/N muse abandoned, yup..