Ana yawned. It had been, what? A hour? And the group of elves just slowly traveled. Up ahead the hill that was the link to her home, lay quietly in the woodland...untill a body came rolling down, and into that snob Jalinania's horse. The girl stood, and looked around. The elves stared at her in amazement. Ana looked at Figwit, who looked back at her. Another one!
The girl looked around, a little freaked out. Ana jumped down.

"Are you ok?"

The girl looked at her. "Where am I?"

"You wouldn't belive it." Ana answered. "I'll explain while we ride."

The girl took one look at all the male elves, and smiled. "Ok."

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Later, around the campfire, the two were singing, much to the elves discust.

"I must've died and gone to heaven
Cos it was a quarter past eleven
On a Saturday in 1999
Right across from where I'm standing
On the dance floor she was landing
It was clear that she was from another time
Like some baby Barbarella
With the stars as her umbrella
She asked me if I'd like to magnetise
Do I have to go star-trekking
Cos it's you I should be checking
So she lazer beamed me with her cosmic eyes" Ana finished singing, and made musical noises.

The girl, Lorianne continued. "She's just a cosmic girl
From another galaxy
My heart's at zero gravity
She's from a cosmic world
Putting me in ecstasy
Transmitting on my frequency
She's cosmic"

I'm scanning all my radars
We'll she said she's from a quasar
Forty thousand million light years away
It's a distant solar system
I tried to phone but they don't list 'em
So I asked her for a number all the same
She said, step in my transporter
So I can teleport ya
All around my heavenly body
This could be a close encounter
I should take care not to flounder
Sends me into hyperspace, when I see her pretty face

She's just a cosmic girl
From another galaxy
My heart's at zero gravity
She's from a cosmic world
Putting me in ecstasy
Transmitting on my frequency
She's cosmic
Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face
Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face
Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face
Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face
Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face
Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face
Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face
Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face

She's just a cosmic girl
From another galaxy
Transmitting on my frequency yeah cosmic, oh
Can't you be my cosmic woman?
I need you, I want you to be my cosmic girl
For the rest of time!"

"Be quiet!" A beautiful blonde she-elf snapped. She stood up. "Malfanaion. I need to speak with you. Now."

To Ana's surprise, Figwit stood, and followed her. Arwen (who had snuck out, with Ana) came over to Ana.

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"What is it Jalinania?" Figwit crossed his arms.

"You broke our engagement for that...humen?" She snapped. "I expected someone beautiful, or rich, or powerfull...but her?"

Figwit glared at her. "Yes. Her. My love, and the bearer of my firstborn."

"Her sister willinly slept with Orcs. She is the same. How can you be sure this humen is any better than her sister?" Jalinania asked, and added. "Those children she carrys are probally not yours."

Figwit froze. "Don't you ever, ever dare to insult my bethrothed, or my friend, her sister. Never."

"I dare, because I care about you! I would never sleep with orcs." Jalinania answered.

"N'ndengin he." //Be silent women// Figwit growled.

"N' lollie tuulo' nin vanimaer. Im sintlle irma nin vee'sai vee' im lle." //Do not deny yourself from my fair one. I know you desire me as much as I you.// She pulled him close to her.

"I have nothing to deny." Figwit pushed her away and went back to Ana.

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Ana smiled down on her mare, the gift from Lord Elrond. It was as pale as the mountian tops beside them, too spirted for Figwit's liking, and perfect for her. She'd named it Vanimar, elvish for beautiful.
Nearby, the new girl, Lorianne gazed around.

"Figwit?" Ana called to Figwit. "How far?"

"Osto Laars." He answered.

"Ana?" Lorianne moved her horse to Ana. "What did he say?"

"Seven Laars. A laar is a thousand paces. So seven thousand paces." Ana groaned. "Too far."

"You speak elvish?"

"Not really." Ana laughed. "But we've found some...good times to practice..."

Lori nodded. "Who are the elves here?"

Ana pointed to a blond elf. "That is Lord Saelbeth. Over there is Lady Arewn, sneaking out, over there is Lady Jalinania, there Lord Hismie." SHe kept pointing out the elvish lords, and the few ladies. "It's a trip to Lorian, and a few elves alrernate from Lortherion to Rivendel, or Mirkwood."

"Have you been to Mirkwood?"

"No, never."

~~~~*~~~*~~~~

Ana lay down, her head resting on Figwit's lap, looking over peaceful Lorithion, Figwit was stroking her hair. She suddanly doubled over, as she felt stabbing pain in her chest.

"Lirimaer?" He pulled her up. "Is it time?"

"No!" Ana gasped. "Antonia's hurt! I felt the stab!"

"What?" Figwit lifted the loose shirt over her belly, but could find no wounds.

"We're twins Figwit." She gasped, holding one part of her stomach. "We share pain."

Figwit looked at her in disbelif. "I've never once heard of this, not in three thousand years!"

"It's rare, but twins are known to share pain." Ana stood up, and moved to the large canopy bed. She flopped down on it. "All we have to do is wait for Legolas to see her hurt, and help her."

Figwit nodded. "Did you know tomorrow is Sheelala?"

"What?"

"It's an elvish holiday. All day elves play games, and play practial jokes on one another." Figwit kissed her hand.

"Fantastic." Ana grinned. "I've got to start planning with Lori."

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Lirimaer: Lovely.