Disclaimer: I don't own these guys. Well, i own some...but not the ones Tolkin came up with. Sorry!
Note: After playing with other characters of Middle Earth, I decided to...play with the fellowship as well. sorry if u hate the idea! i do have another chapter, that goes in a different direction...but...Hell, these twins, and hobbits! Who could resist?
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Antonia gripped Ana's hand tightly. The hill was in front of them.
Yesterday they'd decided to try to get back. They packed for it this time. Camera, this time with batteries that worked, plus spare. Clothing that they could travel in. Two slinky black dresses. Chocolate, and numerous other things they insisted on. Including flavored condoms.
Clutched in their hands, were beautiful swords, bought from dealers, made to look like swords in the movie. Both had belts. They wore their rings, their hair was cut shorter, and tied back, and they wore black/brown cloaks.
Ana asked. "Ready?"
"No."
"One, two..."
They jumped, and rolled roughly down the hill. Down and down, much longer than their backyard was, and straight into that darn tree again....a horse reared above their heads, and again, a bow and arrow was pointed at them by a dark haired elf.
"State your name and purpose."
"Uhhh..." Ana racked her brain. This elf did not look friendly, like the first time they'd fallen into Middle Earth. "I am Lady Lirimaer. This is Lady Wilwarin."
Antonia quietly thanked that they were twins. She had the same thoughts, but knew no names. "We demand that you let us up. Lord Elrond is expecting us in Rivendel urgently."
The elf lowered his bow, his expression had changed. "My apologies milady's, I thought you to be thieves or Rangers, so well discussed you both were in men's clothes. I also am demanded in Rivendel urgently, but I am late. My temper has been the worst of me, as of late. I am Lord Elrohir, son of Lord Elrond. Where is your escort?"
Ana answered quickly, standing. "Orcs. We escaped, and donned these clothes, to protect ourselves. We are trained slightly in self-defense, but we would gladly accept you as an escort."
"Where are your horses?"
"We have none."
Elrohir pulled his spare horse, up. "One can ride with me, the other on my spare horse."
Ana jumped up on the spare horse, and Antonia got behind Elrohir. He jumped, as she held his waist.
"You are with child."
"Yes. Two, in fact."
Elrohir shook his head, and kicked off.
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Rivendel had not changed at all. Expect for three cute little facts...hobbits!
Ana grinned wickedly, and jumped off the horse, as she spotted one. She approached it, and it looked up.
"Can I help you?"
"Are you a hobbit?" Ana jumped up and down with excitement.
"Yes. I'm Pippin..."
"Booo!" Ana screamed, and the hobbit bolted off. Ana giggled. She felt eyes watching her, and arms grip her around the stomach.
"Ana?" Aragon (A.N, sorry guys! i knew you wanted someone else...) asked, turning her around. "What are you doing back?"
"I was bored, and decided Figwit might want to see his child born." Ana shrugged, and hugged him. He was tense. "What's wrong?"
"It's been years...you have not given birth yet?" Aragon avoided the question.
"For your information, it's been about two months, and no. I have not given birth yet. Not for about another seven months."
Aragon looked worried. "Ana, Figwit...he..."
"He can't be dead!"
"No, he's betrothed."
"Betrothed?" Ana snapped. "Your trippen, boy."
"Err..." Aragon looked very uncomftable. "He was depressed about you leaving...so I advised him to...errr..."
Antonia came across the courtyard, and leaped on Aragon. "Strider!" She looked over to where Ana stood, looking like she was about to blow a fuse. "I'll take this moody pregnant girl off you. You never know how our moods will swing."
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Ana sneaked down the passage, her face hidden by the hood. There was Frodo's room, where Lord Elrond stayed trying to help him. Apparently he came a few days ago. She kept going, to where Figwit's quarter was. She watched, from her tree branch. Inside, was Figwit. And a pretty blond elf. Antonia threw the paper inside, and jumped down, and ran off, before they could do anything. The paper read : 'Wit. Did you forget about your Lirimaer? She is expecting your child still, will you leave her?'
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Later, Antonia came into a strange sight. Arwen was kneeling by her bed, muttering to it? And 'Mr. Freaky eyebrows' was doing his eyebrow exercises, talking to her. Antonia started to back off, a little freaked out.
"Okkkaayy...I'll come back later..."
Arwen stood, and Antonia caught a glimpse of Ana curled up in a ball under the bed. Arwen was extremely frustrated. Lord Elrond nodded at Antonia.
"Let me check the babies Antonia." He gestured to the bed. "I have a bad feeling about them."
"Bad?" Antonia's heart ran cold. "How bad?" She lay down, and he lifted her shirt, to revel her belly.
Elrond placed his hands on her stomach. "You were raped by orcs Antonia. Then soon after, you were pregnant. Quiet. I will feel for their life force."
It seemed like hours. Finally he took his hands off, and sighed. "Sorry Antonia. They...it would be best if you relived them, and you now."
"Orcs?"
"Half-orcs. Not accepted anywhere. An orc's final torture item to his victim. They do not survive past their third year, and are...wild."
"But..."
Elrond sat next to Antonia on the bed. "Antonia, baby orcs are like keeping wild cats that will never tame. They bite, struggle, scratch. And that's if you survive giving birth. Most have not survived one, and you have two! They are much larger than human babies."
Antonia could feel Ana moving beneath. "Ana's?"
"Half-elf's." Elrond smiled briefly. "Two, in what I can tell, perfect health. I will tell Figwit today..." A muffled No! Was heard, and Elrond continued sternly. "Yes, I will, after I've helped your sister, Ana."
Antonia sighed. "Ana?"
Ana got out, and lay next to her twin. "Don't worry, I'll stay with you. If I go walking, I may run into him."
"I will bring a potion, to place the half-orcs in a deep sleep, and they will die inside. We will give them a proper burial, as they deserve." Elrond nodded to Arwen, who nodded back, and they left, in two different directions.
"I'll share my pregnancy with you." Ana whispered.
"Considering we share pains, I was expecting it." Antonia answered. "Remember when I needed my appendix out?"
"I was in pain too, then while you were doped on morphine, I was sleepy, and dopey. The nurses thought I was on drugs." Ana answered, smiling. "And then, when I broke my wrist?"
"I had horrible pains in my wrist." Antonia sighed. "Is it your pain or mine I can fell right now?"
"We both are in pain." Ana answered, and hugged her sister close to her. "I won't leave you, until it's over."
Arwen came back in, and made them get up. She made the bed, and laid long things like towels across where Antonia's legs were going to be. "It will hurt Antonia. Father has painkillers though, don't worry."
"You've done this before?"
"Yes." Arwen answered. "My mother."
Elrond came back, and forced a horrible burning liquid down Antonia's throat. Both Ana and Antonia groaned, and Elrond sighed. "Twins. My son's claim to be the same..."
Ana looked up. "Oh! I meet one...Elrohir..."
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Figwit paced up and down, the parchment in his hand. Ana. Expecting child. Impossible. But...somehow he ...he could feel it now. No...them. They were close. And still in her.
Elrond came into his study, and found Figwit.
"Mae govannen." Figwit greeted him, but Elrond shook his head.
"I'm afraid not, Lord Figwit. I believe you already know what I was to tell you? Or else you would not be here, looking so troubled."
"Ana's still pregnant."
"Yes." Elrond started to mix a potion. A acidy smell filled the air.
"Is that what I think it is?" Figwit frowned. "Your not going to..."
"Not Ana. Antonia. She is pregnant with half-orcs. Ana's fine."
"Oh thank the Valar." Figwit let out a long sigh of relief.
Elrond nodded briefly. "I'll talk to you later, Lord Figwit. Tenna' san'"
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A week later. Aragon stood outside their chamber, waiting for Arwen to report to him.
He was just as worried as he was of Frodo, and had been pacing between them both all day. Only Frodo made no noise. But Antonia would cry out in pain, and it tore him up. Arwen warned him that one day he would hear similar noises from the bearer of his children as she gave birth. Only, this was lasting so long...
Inside, Arwen lifted two lifeless bodies from the bloody bed. They were tiny, stunted things. Barley human. She washed them in water, and sighed a sigh of relief. They were out, Antonia would stop bleeding. She went outside, and quietly told Aragon the news. Two boy half-orcs, both dead at birth. Antonia would be fine, physically, but emotionally...Arwen did not know.
They were buried in the river bank, under a full moon, that night. Figwit watched the small group from a distance, as a mournful song was sung by Arwen.
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Ana crept up to Pippin. "Boo!" He fell over, into the calm part of the river. Standing up, and glaring at her, he ran off.
"Boo?" A familiar voice asked from behind.
Ana turned slowly, and her heart sank when she saw it was Figwit. "It means goodbye." She took a step backwards, and almost fell over the chair. Figwit gripped her around the waist, and hugged her.
"I missed you. I thought you'd never come back to me." He murmured, and she weakened. "I never stopped loving you."
"Tell that to your betrothed." Ana snapped. "Why?"
"I did. She's leaving." Figwit ran his hand over Ana's stomach. "She guessed all along. Apparently Elrond warned her...she was prepared." He smiled, as his fingers picked up a tingle of life.
"Really?"
"Yes." Figwit lifted her face to his. "I loved you, and she knew." He gently kissed her. "Stay with me, Ana. Marry me, here in Rivendel. Soon, our old friend Legolas will return, and we can have old friends there."
Ana sighed, but grinned. "I hate you."
"What!" Figwit pulled back.
"I can't resist you." She continued. "And you can't resist me..." She pulled him, back, kissing him. "Here I am, seventeen, with twins in my belly, and a handsome elf wanting me to devote my life to him. How can I say no?"
She pulled away, as his breath quickened. "But before we...I have a hobbit to...uhh..."
Figwit laughed, and added "Torture?"
"Could be the word." Ana nodded. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all. But only if you tell me exactuly what happens. Deal?"
"Deal." Ana kissed his neck. "And, I'll deal with you later."
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Mae govannen: Well Met.
Tenna' san': Until then.
Thank you to those who added me to their fave list! All Two of you!
hehehe-hahaha-oh
&
leslie
*hugs you both!*
Note: After playing with other characters of Middle Earth, I decided to...play with the fellowship as well. sorry if u hate the idea! i do have another chapter, that goes in a different direction...but...Hell, these twins, and hobbits! Who could resist?
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Antonia gripped Ana's hand tightly. The hill was in front of them.
Yesterday they'd decided to try to get back. They packed for it this time. Camera, this time with batteries that worked, plus spare. Clothing that they could travel in. Two slinky black dresses. Chocolate, and numerous other things they insisted on. Including flavored condoms.
Clutched in their hands, were beautiful swords, bought from dealers, made to look like swords in the movie. Both had belts. They wore their rings, their hair was cut shorter, and tied back, and they wore black/brown cloaks.
Ana asked. "Ready?"
"No."
"One, two..."
They jumped, and rolled roughly down the hill. Down and down, much longer than their backyard was, and straight into that darn tree again....a horse reared above their heads, and again, a bow and arrow was pointed at them by a dark haired elf.
"State your name and purpose."
"Uhhh..." Ana racked her brain. This elf did not look friendly, like the first time they'd fallen into Middle Earth. "I am Lady Lirimaer. This is Lady Wilwarin."
Antonia quietly thanked that they were twins. She had the same thoughts, but knew no names. "We demand that you let us up. Lord Elrond is expecting us in Rivendel urgently."
The elf lowered his bow, his expression had changed. "My apologies milady's, I thought you to be thieves or Rangers, so well discussed you both were in men's clothes. I also am demanded in Rivendel urgently, but I am late. My temper has been the worst of me, as of late. I am Lord Elrohir, son of Lord Elrond. Where is your escort?"
Ana answered quickly, standing. "Orcs. We escaped, and donned these clothes, to protect ourselves. We are trained slightly in self-defense, but we would gladly accept you as an escort."
"Where are your horses?"
"We have none."
Elrohir pulled his spare horse, up. "One can ride with me, the other on my spare horse."
Ana jumped up on the spare horse, and Antonia got behind Elrohir. He jumped, as she held his waist.
"You are with child."
"Yes. Two, in fact."
Elrohir shook his head, and kicked off.
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Rivendel had not changed at all. Expect for three cute little facts...hobbits!
Ana grinned wickedly, and jumped off the horse, as she spotted one. She approached it, and it looked up.
"Can I help you?"
"Are you a hobbit?" Ana jumped up and down with excitement.
"Yes. I'm Pippin..."
"Booo!" Ana screamed, and the hobbit bolted off. Ana giggled. She felt eyes watching her, and arms grip her around the stomach.
"Ana?" Aragon (A.N, sorry guys! i knew you wanted someone else...) asked, turning her around. "What are you doing back?"
"I was bored, and decided Figwit might want to see his child born." Ana shrugged, and hugged him. He was tense. "What's wrong?"
"It's been years...you have not given birth yet?" Aragon avoided the question.
"For your information, it's been about two months, and no. I have not given birth yet. Not for about another seven months."
Aragon looked worried. "Ana, Figwit...he..."
"He can't be dead!"
"No, he's betrothed."
"Betrothed?" Ana snapped. "Your trippen, boy."
"Err..." Aragon looked very uncomftable. "He was depressed about you leaving...so I advised him to...errr..."
Antonia came across the courtyard, and leaped on Aragon. "Strider!" She looked over to where Ana stood, looking like she was about to blow a fuse. "I'll take this moody pregnant girl off you. You never know how our moods will swing."
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Ana sneaked down the passage, her face hidden by the hood. There was Frodo's room, where Lord Elrond stayed trying to help him. Apparently he came a few days ago. She kept going, to where Figwit's quarter was. She watched, from her tree branch. Inside, was Figwit. And a pretty blond elf. Antonia threw the paper inside, and jumped down, and ran off, before they could do anything. The paper read : 'Wit. Did you forget about your Lirimaer? She is expecting your child still, will you leave her?'
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Later, Antonia came into a strange sight. Arwen was kneeling by her bed, muttering to it? And 'Mr. Freaky eyebrows' was doing his eyebrow exercises, talking to her. Antonia started to back off, a little freaked out.
"Okkkaayy...I'll come back later..."
Arwen stood, and Antonia caught a glimpse of Ana curled up in a ball under the bed. Arwen was extremely frustrated. Lord Elrond nodded at Antonia.
"Let me check the babies Antonia." He gestured to the bed. "I have a bad feeling about them."
"Bad?" Antonia's heart ran cold. "How bad?" She lay down, and he lifted her shirt, to revel her belly.
Elrond placed his hands on her stomach. "You were raped by orcs Antonia. Then soon after, you were pregnant. Quiet. I will feel for their life force."
It seemed like hours. Finally he took his hands off, and sighed. "Sorry Antonia. They...it would be best if you relived them, and you now."
"Orcs?"
"Half-orcs. Not accepted anywhere. An orc's final torture item to his victim. They do not survive past their third year, and are...wild."
"But..."
Elrond sat next to Antonia on the bed. "Antonia, baby orcs are like keeping wild cats that will never tame. They bite, struggle, scratch. And that's if you survive giving birth. Most have not survived one, and you have two! They are much larger than human babies."
Antonia could feel Ana moving beneath. "Ana's?"
"Half-elf's." Elrond smiled briefly. "Two, in what I can tell, perfect health. I will tell Figwit today..." A muffled No! Was heard, and Elrond continued sternly. "Yes, I will, after I've helped your sister, Ana."
Antonia sighed. "Ana?"
Ana got out, and lay next to her twin. "Don't worry, I'll stay with you. If I go walking, I may run into him."
"I will bring a potion, to place the half-orcs in a deep sleep, and they will die inside. We will give them a proper burial, as they deserve." Elrond nodded to Arwen, who nodded back, and they left, in two different directions.
"I'll share my pregnancy with you." Ana whispered.
"Considering we share pains, I was expecting it." Antonia answered. "Remember when I needed my appendix out?"
"I was in pain too, then while you were doped on morphine, I was sleepy, and dopey. The nurses thought I was on drugs." Ana answered, smiling. "And then, when I broke my wrist?"
"I had horrible pains in my wrist." Antonia sighed. "Is it your pain or mine I can fell right now?"
"We both are in pain." Ana answered, and hugged her sister close to her. "I won't leave you, until it's over."
Arwen came back in, and made them get up. She made the bed, and laid long things like towels across where Antonia's legs were going to be. "It will hurt Antonia. Father has painkillers though, don't worry."
"You've done this before?"
"Yes." Arwen answered. "My mother."
Elrond came back, and forced a horrible burning liquid down Antonia's throat. Both Ana and Antonia groaned, and Elrond sighed. "Twins. My son's claim to be the same..."
Ana looked up. "Oh! I meet one...Elrohir..."
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Figwit paced up and down, the parchment in his hand. Ana. Expecting child. Impossible. But...somehow he ...he could feel it now. No...them. They were close. And still in her.
Elrond came into his study, and found Figwit.
"Mae govannen." Figwit greeted him, but Elrond shook his head.
"I'm afraid not, Lord Figwit. I believe you already know what I was to tell you? Or else you would not be here, looking so troubled."
"Ana's still pregnant."
"Yes." Elrond started to mix a potion. A acidy smell filled the air.
"Is that what I think it is?" Figwit frowned. "Your not going to..."
"Not Ana. Antonia. She is pregnant with half-orcs. Ana's fine."
"Oh thank the Valar." Figwit let out a long sigh of relief.
Elrond nodded briefly. "I'll talk to you later, Lord Figwit. Tenna' san'"
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A week later. Aragon stood outside their chamber, waiting for Arwen to report to him.
He was just as worried as he was of Frodo, and had been pacing between them both all day. Only Frodo made no noise. But Antonia would cry out in pain, and it tore him up. Arwen warned him that one day he would hear similar noises from the bearer of his children as she gave birth. Only, this was lasting so long...
Inside, Arwen lifted two lifeless bodies from the bloody bed. They were tiny, stunted things. Barley human. She washed them in water, and sighed a sigh of relief. They were out, Antonia would stop bleeding. She went outside, and quietly told Aragon the news. Two boy half-orcs, both dead at birth. Antonia would be fine, physically, but emotionally...Arwen did not know.
They were buried in the river bank, under a full moon, that night. Figwit watched the small group from a distance, as a mournful song was sung by Arwen.
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Ana crept up to Pippin. "Boo!" He fell over, into the calm part of the river. Standing up, and glaring at her, he ran off.
"Boo?" A familiar voice asked from behind.
Ana turned slowly, and her heart sank when she saw it was Figwit. "It means goodbye." She took a step backwards, and almost fell over the chair. Figwit gripped her around the waist, and hugged her.
"I missed you. I thought you'd never come back to me." He murmured, and she weakened. "I never stopped loving you."
"Tell that to your betrothed." Ana snapped. "Why?"
"I did. She's leaving." Figwit ran his hand over Ana's stomach. "She guessed all along. Apparently Elrond warned her...she was prepared." He smiled, as his fingers picked up a tingle of life.
"Really?"
"Yes." Figwit lifted her face to his. "I loved you, and she knew." He gently kissed her. "Stay with me, Ana. Marry me, here in Rivendel. Soon, our old friend Legolas will return, and we can have old friends there."
Ana sighed, but grinned. "I hate you."
"What!" Figwit pulled back.
"I can't resist you." She continued. "And you can't resist me..." She pulled him, back, kissing him. "Here I am, seventeen, with twins in my belly, and a handsome elf wanting me to devote my life to him. How can I say no?"
She pulled away, as his breath quickened. "But before we...I have a hobbit to...uhh..."
Figwit laughed, and added "Torture?"
"Could be the word." Ana nodded. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all. But only if you tell me exactuly what happens. Deal?"
"Deal." Ana kissed his neck. "And, I'll deal with you later."
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Mae govannen: Well Met.
Tenna' san': Until then.
Thank you to those who added me to their fave list! All Two of you!
hehehe-hahaha-oh
&
leslie
*hugs you both!*