*Blaring Beethoven, and 3 doors down* Thanks to all those who helped with the name of Orophin's and Haldir's other brother. It helped me locate a proper spelling of the name.
Disclaimer I don't own Tolkien's work.
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A rabbit scurried from under the bush were Orophin just had walked by. Haldir hid a smile as he watched his brother knock an arrow in his bow. It was just a measly rabbit, nothing for an elf to get excited about. Orophin lowered his bow, feeling a bit sheepish. It was not like him to react in such a manner.
'Well, I could have sword it was more then a rabbit.' Orophin explained.
'More then a rabbit? Well, dear brother it looked like a rabbit to me.' Haldir's face straitened to business like. "Come, it's early day, I wish not miss scaring the humans.'
'Yes, they're entering the Lórien woods as we speak. Remember it is my turn to confront the humans first.'
Haldir smiled at Orophin, then jumped into a tree. For a few separable seconds, Orophin watched as his brother jumped from branch to branch, barely disturbing a leaf. This time he would out do his brother, he'll send those stinky humans running on the first site of an elf.
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An old human motioned to his group to follow him into the woods of the white witch. They all knew of the rumors, they also knew that the Orcs dared not track them inside. They were on the way to Rohan, but to be honest they were lost. Neither planned on uprooting, till Orcs forced them to.
A branch or something, dropped onto the forest floor behind the group. The group spun around, desperately searching for the intruder. Hearts pounded in fear, as mothers pulled their kids nearer.
"What are you doing here humans?"
The leader screamed a really feminine scream for an old man. Face still in a scowl, Orophin managed to raise his eyebrow in amusement. The old man spun around startled, a puddle formed beneath him.
The rest of the humans just had their heads turned towards the elf. Mouths slightly dropped to startled to do anything. Guess it didn't help that their leader just pissed his trousers. Orophin's eyes narrowed, his question was not answered.
"What are you doing here filthy humans?" Orophin spat again.
"I... Um.... I ... Thee... I .... Er." A younger man stuttered. "Orcs."
"So a bunch of stupid Orcs sent you into our woods." Orophin sneered. "Leave, or face a fate worse then the Orcs would give you."
"M... My name is Brote, and I'm... we're so sorry." Brote regained his composure, seeming to puff up. "We'll be through your forest soon enough, and you shouldn't pick on old men like that. Especially my father, this travel to Rohan has not been easy on him."
Brote motioned for his group to continue. Orophin just tipped his head, silently counting down from twenty-five, the number in the group. Haldir had such an odd sense of humor.
At the count of zero, Haldir appeared out of no were, arrow point blank to Brote's face. Brote stopped, paling a shade. Still Orophin remained as he was, not bothering to look at the site behind them.
"Your not welcome here, and besides," Orophin finally turned around, eyes glinting. "Rohan's that way."
Orophin points in the direction they came. Brote looked at Orophin shocked, then at Haldir.
'Lower your arrow Haldir.' Orophin ordered.
Haldir lowered his arrow, Brote was still concerned. That arrow was aimed closer to his family line. Still, much to admiration of the elves, Brote still looked like a brave man.
"No, I dare say Rohan is strait ahead."
Haldir's hand did the elf's version of, oops I slipped. Brote stared at the line that formed were the arrow split the crotch of his trousers. Bravery gone at a slip of a wrist.
"I dare say Rohan is behind us, come now, to Rohan."
The group turned around beginning to head out of Lórien. Orophin glanced at the frail human, Brote referred to as his father. Still standing there half out of his wits.
"Human, you for got something, unless you wish for us to dispose of it."
Brote looked back, noticing his father for the first time in a while. Embarrused Brote ran back and grabbed his fathers hand.
"Come father."
Both elf brothers watch as the human exit Lórien. Hours remained left in their patrol, but with reports of Orcs near by, it would not be wise to leave patrol early.
'That was a good show, Orophin bad on you for scaring that old man.' A sly voice snaked from behind the tree.
'Rúmil, brother, it's about time you joined us. You missed some great fun.' Orophin greeted.
Rúmil emerged from behind the tree, finally. His face had the usual stuck up look, he especially seemed to eye Haldir. Who, by now, was staring at Rúmil and Orophin in deep amusement.
'What seems to be so amusing Haldir?' Rúmil insisted.
'I em not amused, I'm amazed at how much you two look like mother.' Haldir paused intensely looking them over. 'No wonder she never wished for daughters.'
Orophin, and Rúmil glare at Haldir intensely. Coldness in there eyes could be felt on the air, but their brother couldn't care less. Neither was known for acting when insulted, only Haldir did.
'Orophin, I say we do what Lord Elrond's sons, Elrohir, and Elladan do to Glorfindel when insulted.' Rúmil suggested.
'I would have to agree this time.' Orophin smiled. 'If an elf gets beat in the woods, would anyone hear his screams?'
It took no more then a twitch to get Haldir dashing into the trees at top speed. Brothers close in chase, determined to answer Orophin's question.
Lórien Elves held themselves high, rarely giving in to childish behavior. When it did come around, it served a purpose to show who at the time, was at the top of their game. Some use violence, Lórien elves used play. It was especially not uncommon between brothers when no other elves were around. Though with the lack of play in their older years, Elves forgot the finer points of playing nice.
... Poor Haldir.
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ROFL
Disclaimer I don't own Tolkien's work.
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A rabbit scurried from under the bush were Orophin just had walked by. Haldir hid a smile as he watched his brother knock an arrow in his bow. It was just a measly rabbit, nothing for an elf to get excited about. Orophin lowered his bow, feeling a bit sheepish. It was not like him to react in such a manner.
'Well, I could have sword it was more then a rabbit.' Orophin explained.
'More then a rabbit? Well, dear brother it looked like a rabbit to me.' Haldir's face straitened to business like. "Come, it's early day, I wish not miss scaring the humans.'
'Yes, they're entering the Lórien woods as we speak. Remember it is my turn to confront the humans first.'
Haldir smiled at Orophin, then jumped into a tree. For a few separable seconds, Orophin watched as his brother jumped from branch to branch, barely disturbing a leaf. This time he would out do his brother, he'll send those stinky humans running on the first site of an elf.
~
An old human motioned to his group to follow him into the woods of the white witch. They all knew of the rumors, they also knew that the Orcs dared not track them inside. They were on the way to Rohan, but to be honest they were lost. Neither planned on uprooting, till Orcs forced them to.
A branch or something, dropped onto the forest floor behind the group. The group spun around, desperately searching for the intruder. Hearts pounded in fear, as mothers pulled their kids nearer.
"What are you doing here humans?"
The leader screamed a really feminine scream for an old man. Face still in a scowl, Orophin managed to raise his eyebrow in amusement. The old man spun around startled, a puddle formed beneath him.
The rest of the humans just had their heads turned towards the elf. Mouths slightly dropped to startled to do anything. Guess it didn't help that their leader just pissed his trousers. Orophin's eyes narrowed, his question was not answered.
"What are you doing here filthy humans?" Orophin spat again.
"I... Um.... I ... Thee... I .... Er." A younger man stuttered. "Orcs."
"So a bunch of stupid Orcs sent you into our woods." Orophin sneered. "Leave, or face a fate worse then the Orcs would give you."
"M... My name is Brote, and I'm... we're so sorry." Brote regained his composure, seeming to puff up. "We'll be through your forest soon enough, and you shouldn't pick on old men like that. Especially my father, this travel to Rohan has not been easy on him."
Brote motioned for his group to continue. Orophin just tipped his head, silently counting down from twenty-five, the number in the group. Haldir had such an odd sense of humor.
At the count of zero, Haldir appeared out of no were, arrow point blank to Brote's face. Brote stopped, paling a shade. Still Orophin remained as he was, not bothering to look at the site behind them.
"Your not welcome here, and besides," Orophin finally turned around, eyes glinting. "Rohan's that way."
Orophin points in the direction they came. Brote looked at Orophin shocked, then at Haldir.
'Lower your arrow Haldir.' Orophin ordered.
Haldir lowered his arrow, Brote was still concerned. That arrow was aimed closer to his family line. Still, much to admiration of the elves, Brote still looked like a brave man.
"No, I dare say Rohan is strait ahead."
Haldir's hand did the elf's version of, oops I slipped. Brote stared at the line that formed were the arrow split the crotch of his trousers. Bravery gone at a slip of a wrist.
"I dare say Rohan is behind us, come now, to Rohan."
The group turned around beginning to head out of Lórien. Orophin glanced at the frail human, Brote referred to as his father. Still standing there half out of his wits.
"Human, you for got something, unless you wish for us to dispose of it."
Brote looked back, noticing his father for the first time in a while. Embarrused Brote ran back and grabbed his fathers hand.
"Come father."
Both elf brothers watch as the human exit Lórien. Hours remained left in their patrol, but with reports of Orcs near by, it would not be wise to leave patrol early.
'That was a good show, Orophin bad on you for scaring that old man.' A sly voice snaked from behind the tree.
'Rúmil, brother, it's about time you joined us. You missed some great fun.' Orophin greeted.
Rúmil emerged from behind the tree, finally. His face had the usual stuck up look, he especially seemed to eye Haldir. Who, by now, was staring at Rúmil and Orophin in deep amusement.
'What seems to be so amusing Haldir?' Rúmil insisted.
'I em not amused, I'm amazed at how much you two look like mother.' Haldir paused intensely looking them over. 'No wonder she never wished for daughters.'
Orophin, and Rúmil glare at Haldir intensely. Coldness in there eyes could be felt on the air, but their brother couldn't care less. Neither was known for acting when insulted, only Haldir did.
'Orophin, I say we do what Lord Elrond's sons, Elrohir, and Elladan do to Glorfindel when insulted.' Rúmil suggested.
'I would have to agree this time.' Orophin smiled. 'If an elf gets beat in the woods, would anyone hear his screams?'
It took no more then a twitch to get Haldir dashing into the trees at top speed. Brothers close in chase, determined to answer Orophin's question.
Lórien Elves held themselves high, rarely giving in to childish behavior. When it did come around, it served a purpose to show who at the time, was at the top of their game. Some use violence, Lórien elves used play. It was especially not uncommon between brothers when no other elves were around. Though with the lack of play in their older years, Elves forgot the finer points of playing nice.
... Poor Haldir.
~@~
ROFL