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As they approched the forest, Gimli pulled Antonia back.
"Milady..."
"Gimli, we are friends." Antonia inturrupred him, and he smiled. "You can call me Antonia or Toni."
"Antonia, you were stabbed." Gimli stopped her inturruptian. "Why have you not told any of the others?"
"I suppose I'll worry about it when we stop."
Gimli looked up at her, frowning, and pulled the black cloak aside. Inside, it was wet, bloody, and a bit of a mess. The area around the wound was black. "The sword was poisened."
Antonia pulled the black cloak over it. "It will be fine. Forget it."
"Antonia we are friends." Gimli watched her sternly. "And so, I must do as a friend would. Aragorn! Legolas!"
The elf and the man turned, and looked back.
"Antonia here, hasn't told you something important." Gimli pulled the cloak back, and they stared.
Antonia pulled it over again, glaring at Gimli. "Quote: By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs. We must reach the woods of Lothlorion."
Aragorn stared at her, then whispered to each of the hobbits. They nodded and approched.
"Uhh...I know four minture things shouldn't be scarey...but...you guys are freakly..."
They nodded at each other, and jumped on her. Each grabbed a limb, and forced her to lie down.
Legolas came, and sat behind her, his arm firmly around her shoulder. The other pulled up the top, so Aragorn could reach the wound.
"Hey!" Antonia protested, as Aragorn started to clean it roughly. "You just make it hurt more!"
Boromir watched, a apoligetic look on his face. Antonia glared at him, and kicked Sam.
Aragorn looked up, and muttered to Legolas. "Ol zhah charnag, to'ryll lasse. Elg'cahl zhah wun ilta vlos." //It is deep, green leaf. Poison is in her blood.//
Legolas kissed her neck. "Il zhah gareth, strider. Dos zhaun nindel 'zil al 'zil Usstan." //She is strong, strider. You know that as well as I.//
Antonia jerked Pippin up off her leg. "No chocolate for you, buckaroo!"
Aragorn nodded, and pulled out a flask. He poured it on her, and four hobbits went flying.
"Owww! Hey! Basted! Don't ever, ever! Do that!"
Aragorn ignored her, and pushed Kingsfoil in the wound. "To'ryll lasse, xun naut ori'gato ilta doeb d' dosst ml'aen." //Green leaf, do not let her out of your sight.//
"Kampi'unus. Gaer zhah nau i'dol il orn ori'gato uns'aa au ilta maristo..." //Understood. There is no way she will let me near her tonight...// Legolas sighed, and Aragorn laughed.
"Let's keep moving."
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Antonia gripped Legola's hand tighly, as they walked through the beautiful woodland.
Gimli walked, looking around. "Stay close, young Hobbits! They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods. An Elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell."
Frodo stopped, looking spooked.
"And are never seen again." Gimli finshed dramaticly.
"Gimli..." Antonia warned lowly.
Sam looked concirened at Frodo. "Mr. Frodo?"
Gimli added. "Well, here's one Dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox."
"The eyes of a hawk still in it's egg, and the ears of a dead, or deaf fox, obviously." Antonia muttered, and Legloas's mouth twitched in a smile.
Elves appeared, circling them in a ring of loaded bows.
Gimli stood back. "Oh..."
Haldir looked over them smugly. "The dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark."
Aragorn half-bowed. "Haldir of Lórien. Henion aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe ammen veriad lîn." //Haldir of Lorien. We come here for help. We need your protection.//
Gimli called nervously from behind. "Aragorn! These woods are perilous. We should go back."
Haldir looked at them, and started his little speach. ""You cannot go back, Now you have come thus far, you must be brought before the Lord and the Lady. They shall judge you, to hold you, or to give you leave, as they will. You cannot cross the rivers again, and behind you now, there are secret sentinels that you cannot pass. You would be slain before you saw them."
"Hey haldiy!" Antonia smiled, and hugged him. "Rumil, Orophin."
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The Fellowship followed Haldir up, to Galadriel & Celeborn. They appeared, in light and warmth, warming the company's frozen bodies.
Celeborn looked over them slowly, in the pantient fashion of his kind. "Eight that there are here, yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him."
Galadriel looked over at Aragron, who looked up shakely, and nodded. "He has fallen into Shadow. The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail to the ruin of all." She looked at Boromir, who started to shake. Antonia slipped him a piece of choccy.Galadriel took her eyes off him, and looked at Sam. "Yet hope remains while the Company is true."Galadriel looked into the air, as if seeing something they could not see. "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight, you will sleep in peace..."
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Legolas took Antonia, to Galadriel, who sent her to be cleaned. As he approched her bathing area, Galadriel stopped him.
"She is being cleaned up." She gently told him.
"I have seen her naked before, Milady." He bowed his head, and Galadriel let him pass. He walked around the corner, and stopped dead, his breath gone.
Antonia lay half-naked, a wound that was going blue streaching across her chest. Blood was constantly being wiped off her.
"You did help, as much as it woukd seem otherwise." Galadriel reasuured him.
Legolas watched her face twist in pain, as a elf healer poured achohol on it.
Galadriel gave him a silver jug, and a shot glass. The jug was filled with Evermead. "I belive you should return in a while."
Legolas only nodded, and walked off numbley.
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Legolas returned to the fellowship, with his silver jug of Evermead. "A lament for Gandalf."
Pippin asked from the tree shelter. "What do they say about him?"
Legolas looked around, all his sorrow, greif and pain in his eyes. "I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near."
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Ana, followed by Lori, rushed to where Antonia lay, sleeping. Galadriel left them alone.
"I'm gonna kill Legolas." She muttered, as she saw the angry black wound, packed with healing herbs.
"Not if I get to him first..." Antonia muttered. "Hey Ana."
"Hey Toni." Ana grinned. "How do you feel?"
"Drunk." Antonia answered, opening her eyes. "How about you?"
"Fat." Ana answered. "The babies are due soon."
Antonia gave her a small smile. "I didn't forget. Who's this?"
"Lori this is my twin Antonia. Antonia, this is Lori. She's from our world. But a different part of the world! Can you belive it?"
"Hello!" Lori grinned.
"She's crazy like us." Ana patted Lori's shoulder. "It must be a requirement to get here."
Lori took a seat next to Antonia, and Ana walked around her, and lay on Antonia's good side. "We have to work on this sharing pain thing."
"Yes. And how to pay Legolas back..." Antonia's eyes lit up. "I have the perfect idea. How long are we staying here?"
"Knowing elves, and their hate of rushing, a while." Ana answred. "I've been kinda bored, but you get used to the idea of not having to rush."
"And you have Figwit to play with..."
Ana grinned. "That too. Thank god for 69ers, let me tell you now."
Antonia groaned. "Didn't need to know..."
"Yes you did!" Ana laughed. "Perfect for the couple expecting a child."
"Ana! Shut up!" Lori glared, grinning. "I didn't need to know!"
Ana just laughed. "You'll both thank me later."
"I don't even have my own elf yet!" Lori threw a piece of popcorn (they'd taught the elves how to make popcorn!) at Ana.
"I'm working on it..." Ana answered, throwing it back.
A healer came in, and started to gently replace the herbs, with new ones, dipped in achahol. Antonia grimiced, as she felt them burn. The healer helped her sit, and helped her pull on a jacket over the small top, that came up over her stomach.
"It will be cold soon." The elf explained. "And I hear, a rather worried male prince, is waiting to see you."
"Goody." Antonia replyed without entusiasium.
"He tells me to tell you that he has an urgent matter to discuss with you." The elf contuinued. "Shall I let him in?"
Antonia rolled her eyes. "Fine. He has five minites."
Ana pulled Lori behind a screen.
Legolas came in, looking sheepish. "I'm so sorry melamin. I had to help them..."
"You let Aragorn pour acholol on my wound! It hurt even more!"
"Yes." Legolas kneeled. "I came to beg your forgivness."
Antonia watched as he kneeled.
"Please, my love. Forgive me." Legolas kissed her hand. "I... was planning on asking you something tonight. If you will let me."
Antonia kneeled in front on him, and kissed him. "I'm not angry, just sore. Very sore. Ask away."
"Marry me, in Mirkwood, after the war of the Ring." Legolas looked up, with puppy dog eyes.
Antonia smiled. "You fool. You didn't have to ask." She kissed him. "I would always say yes to those eyes."
"What eyes?" Legolas looked a little surprised, but laughed. "Galdraiel saw it in her mirror. But I had to ask you if you wanted it first..."
Ana, who'd been watching, launched herself at Legolas. "I love you!" She gripped him around the legs, sticking her belly inbetween them, and Lori gripped his waist.
"Me too!"
Antonlia lay back.
"You will not help me, will you?" Legolas asked, trying to shake them off.
"Nope."
"Not even if I share a jug of Evermead with you?"
"What is Evermead?"
"The elven mead. Better than any drink in Middle Earth."
Ana and Lori unattched themselves, and plonked themselves on the bed. "We're staying."
"Fine. Want me to go get Figwit?" Legolas sighed.
"Yes! And Boromir." Ana answered, and Lori looked at her curiously.
Legolas walked off, a little overwhelmed.
"They will be here for a while..."
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Ana escaped! She grinned, stumbled, and almost fell of the edge of the balcony, but Haldir stepped in the way. No, she hadn't been drinking...but they all had been.
Haldir picked up the heavly Pregnant girl.
"Ana..."
"What?" She shrugged. "I'm heavy in the front. I can't help it."
"So you are not drunken?" Haldir breathed a sigh of relief. "I was worried...you smell of wine."
"I'm not that stupid..." Ana sighed. "I wish I could try the Evermead though..."
"Evermead?!" Haldir's head snapped up. "Excuse me..." He ran up to the room, leaving a bewildered Ana standing there.
"Okay..."
Ana walked down the stairs, and bumped into the pretty blonde elf, Jalinania.
"Sorry." She shrugged. "This stomach gets in the way of everything."
Jalinania smirked at her. "Yes. Yes it does." She drove a knife into Ana's stomach, twice, and Ana fell down crying out in pain. "And now, it won't anymore. Malfanaion is mine, and always will be." Jalinania walked off, leaving Ana lying there.
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Galdrial rushed into the healing chamber. Ana had been put asleep with a sleeping draught, and the healers worked to free the twins, from the ripped womb.
"Who did this." She spoke coldly to one, who shrugged.
"She was found on the staircase, the knife still in her. No-one was around."
Galadriel pulled on a apron, and moved to Ana's side. One quick stroke, and she was inside Ana.
"Milady..."
"Ana can be healed. We have to worry about the children." Galdrail pulled out one of the twins, who started wiggling in her hands. She smiled. "It's a little girl...quick! Clean and clothe her!"
Galadrial pulled out the other one. It's arm hung loosly from a few bits of skin, and it's skin was pale. A healer grabbed the little one, cut off the useless arm, and started to apply pressure to the wound.
"Will it live?" Galdrail asked the healer, who looked up.
"He was the bigger of the two...possibly." The healer sighed. "He has been blessed by luck so far, prehaps the Valar will be merciful and allow him to live."
Galdrial nodded, and sat down. She was shaking, and a healer offered her a drink of Berdruskan. She sipped, and the very acholaic black wine burned warmth into her.
Nearby the little girl started crying, as the healer massaged her roughly, to get the blood flowing. Over on the bed, Ana was being tended to, the wounds packed with herbs and cloth.
"The baby girl has strong lungs." Celeborn came in, and sat next to Galdrail. "It is Sheelala now."
"Ana's twins were born on the day of practial jokes, and games." Galdrial smiled weakly. "How appropprate."
"Let us hope, she and her son live to practice the tradition of Sheelala." Celeborn took her hand. "But now, we should look into your mirror. Prehaps it will revel the attacker. Should we tell Lord Malfanaion now?"
"Nay, I am afraid he has been drinking Evermead for a good while now. I gave it to Prince Legolas, in the hope that he would not worry over Antonia's wounds, and Lord Malfanaion was allowed much of it."
They stood, and started to the Mirror.
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As they approched the forest, Gimli pulled Antonia back.
"Milady..."
"Gimli, we are friends." Antonia inturrupred him, and he smiled. "You can call me Antonia or Toni."
"Antonia, you were stabbed." Gimli stopped her inturruptian. "Why have you not told any of the others?"
"I suppose I'll worry about it when we stop."
Gimli looked up at her, frowning, and pulled the black cloak aside. Inside, it was wet, bloody, and a bit of a mess. The area around the wound was black. "The sword was poisened."
Antonia pulled the black cloak over it. "It will be fine. Forget it."
"Antonia we are friends." Gimli watched her sternly. "And so, I must do as a friend would. Aragorn! Legolas!"
The elf and the man turned, and looked back.
"Antonia here, hasn't told you something important." Gimli pulled the cloak back, and they stared.
Antonia pulled it over again, glaring at Gimli. "Quote: By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs. We must reach the woods of Lothlorion."
Aragorn stared at her, then whispered to each of the hobbits. They nodded and approched.
"Uhh...I know four minture things shouldn't be scarey...but...you guys are freakly..."
They nodded at each other, and jumped on her. Each grabbed a limb, and forced her to lie down.
Legolas came, and sat behind her, his arm firmly around her shoulder. The other pulled up the top, so Aragorn could reach the wound.
"Hey!" Antonia protested, as Aragorn started to clean it roughly. "You just make it hurt more!"
Boromir watched, a apoligetic look on his face. Antonia glared at him, and kicked Sam.
Aragorn looked up, and muttered to Legolas. "Ol zhah charnag, to'ryll lasse. Elg'cahl zhah wun ilta vlos." //It is deep, green leaf. Poison is in her blood.//
Legolas kissed her neck. "Il zhah gareth, strider. Dos zhaun nindel 'zil al 'zil Usstan." //She is strong, strider. You know that as well as I.//
Antonia jerked Pippin up off her leg. "No chocolate for you, buckaroo!"
Aragorn nodded, and pulled out a flask. He poured it on her, and four hobbits went flying.
"Owww! Hey! Basted! Don't ever, ever! Do that!"
Aragorn ignored her, and pushed Kingsfoil in the wound. "To'ryll lasse, xun naut ori'gato ilta doeb d' dosst ml'aen." //Green leaf, do not let her out of your sight.//
"Kampi'unus. Gaer zhah nau i'dol il orn ori'gato uns'aa au ilta maristo..." //Understood. There is no way she will let me near her tonight...// Legolas sighed, and Aragorn laughed.
"Let's keep moving."
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Antonia gripped Legola's hand tighly, as they walked through the beautiful woodland.
Gimli walked, looking around. "Stay close, young Hobbits! They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods. An Elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell."
Frodo stopped, looking spooked.
"And are never seen again." Gimli finshed dramaticly.
"Gimli..." Antonia warned lowly.
Sam looked concirened at Frodo. "Mr. Frodo?"
Gimli added. "Well, here's one Dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox."
"The eyes of a hawk still in it's egg, and the ears of a dead, or deaf fox, obviously." Antonia muttered, and Legloas's mouth twitched in a smile.
Elves appeared, circling them in a ring of loaded bows.
Gimli stood back. "Oh..."
Haldir looked over them smugly. "The dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark."
Aragorn half-bowed. "Haldir of Lórien. Henion aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe ammen veriad lîn." //Haldir of Lorien. We come here for help. We need your protection.//
Gimli called nervously from behind. "Aragorn! These woods are perilous. We should go back."
Haldir looked at them, and started his little speach. ""You cannot go back, Now you have come thus far, you must be brought before the Lord and the Lady. They shall judge you, to hold you, or to give you leave, as they will. You cannot cross the rivers again, and behind you now, there are secret sentinels that you cannot pass. You would be slain before you saw them."
"Hey haldiy!" Antonia smiled, and hugged him. "Rumil, Orophin."
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The Fellowship followed Haldir up, to Galadriel & Celeborn. They appeared, in light and warmth, warming the company's frozen bodies.
Celeborn looked over them slowly, in the pantient fashion of his kind. "Eight that there are here, yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him."
Galadriel looked over at Aragron, who looked up shakely, and nodded. "He has fallen into Shadow. The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail to the ruin of all." She looked at Boromir, who started to shake. Antonia slipped him a piece of choccy.Galadriel took her eyes off him, and looked at Sam. "Yet hope remains while the Company is true."Galadriel looked into the air, as if seeing something they could not see. "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight, you will sleep in peace..."
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Legolas took Antonia, to Galadriel, who sent her to be cleaned. As he approched her bathing area, Galadriel stopped him.
"She is being cleaned up." She gently told him.
"I have seen her naked before, Milady." He bowed his head, and Galadriel let him pass. He walked around the corner, and stopped dead, his breath gone.
Antonia lay half-naked, a wound that was going blue streaching across her chest. Blood was constantly being wiped off her.
"You did help, as much as it woukd seem otherwise." Galadriel reasuured him.
Legolas watched her face twist in pain, as a elf healer poured achohol on it.
Galadriel gave him a silver jug, and a shot glass. The jug was filled with Evermead. "I belive you should return in a while."
Legolas only nodded, and walked off numbley.
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Legolas returned to the fellowship, with his silver jug of Evermead. "A lament for Gandalf."
Pippin asked from the tree shelter. "What do they say about him?"
Legolas looked around, all his sorrow, greif and pain in his eyes. "I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near."
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Ana, followed by Lori, rushed to where Antonia lay, sleeping. Galadriel left them alone.
"I'm gonna kill Legolas." She muttered, as she saw the angry black wound, packed with healing herbs.
"Not if I get to him first..." Antonia muttered. "Hey Ana."
"Hey Toni." Ana grinned. "How do you feel?"
"Drunk." Antonia answered, opening her eyes. "How about you?"
"Fat." Ana answered. "The babies are due soon."
Antonia gave her a small smile. "I didn't forget. Who's this?"
"Lori this is my twin Antonia. Antonia, this is Lori. She's from our world. But a different part of the world! Can you belive it?"
"Hello!" Lori grinned.
"She's crazy like us." Ana patted Lori's shoulder. "It must be a requirement to get here."
Lori took a seat next to Antonia, and Ana walked around her, and lay on Antonia's good side. "We have to work on this sharing pain thing."
"Yes. And how to pay Legolas back..." Antonia's eyes lit up. "I have the perfect idea. How long are we staying here?"
"Knowing elves, and their hate of rushing, a while." Ana answred. "I've been kinda bored, but you get used to the idea of not having to rush."
"And you have Figwit to play with..."
Ana grinned. "That too. Thank god for 69ers, let me tell you now."
Antonia groaned. "Didn't need to know..."
"Yes you did!" Ana laughed. "Perfect for the couple expecting a child."
"Ana! Shut up!" Lori glared, grinning. "I didn't need to know!"
Ana just laughed. "You'll both thank me later."
"I don't even have my own elf yet!" Lori threw a piece of popcorn (they'd taught the elves how to make popcorn!) at Ana.
"I'm working on it..." Ana answered, throwing it back.
A healer came in, and started to gently replace the herbs, with new ones, dipped in achahol. Antonia grimiced, as she felt them burn. The healer helped her sit, and helped her pull on a jacket over the small top, that came up over her stomach.
"It will be cold soon." The elf explained. "And I hear, a rather worried male prince, is waiting to see you."
"Goody." Antonia replyed without entusiasium.
"He tells me to tell you that he has an urgent matter to discuss with you." The elf contuinued. "Shall I let him in?"
Antonia rolled her eyes. "Fine. He has five minites."
Ana pulled Lori behind a screen.
Legolas came in, looking sheepish. "I'm so sorry melamin. I had to help them..."
"You let Aragorn pour acholol on my wound! It hurt even more!"
"Yes." Legolas kneeled. "I came to beg your forgivness."
Antonia watched as he kneeled.
"Please, my love. Forgive me." Legolas kissed her hand. "I... was planning on asking you something tonight. If you will let me."
Antonia kneeled in front on him, and kissed him. "I'm not angry, just sore. Very sore. Ask away."
"Marry me, in Mirkwood, after the war of the Ring." Legolas looked up, with puppy dog eyes.
Antonia smiled. "You fool. You didn't have to ask." She kissed him. "I would always say yes to those eyes."
"What eyes?" Legolas looked a little surprised, but laughed. "Galdraiel saw it in her mirror. But I had to ask you if you wanted it first..."
Ana, who'd been watching, launched herself at Legolas. "I love you!" She gripped him around the legs, sticking her belly inbetween them, and Lori gripped his waist.
"Me too!"
Antonlia lay back.
"You will not help me, will you?" Legolas asked, trying to shake them off.
"Nope."
"Not even if I share a jug of Evermead with you?"
"What is Evermead?"
"The elven mead. Better than any drink in Middle Earth."
Ana and Lori unattched themselves, and plonked themselves on the bed. "We're staying."
"Fine. Want me to go get Figwit?" Legolas sighed.
"Yes! And Boromir." Ana answered, and Lori looked at her curiously.
Legolas walked off, a little overwhelmed.
"They will be here for a while..."
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Ana escaped! She grinned, stumbled, and almost fell of the edge of the balcony, but Haldir stepped in the way. No, she hadn't been drinking...but they all had been.
Haldir picked up the heavly Pregnant girl.
"Ana..."
"What?" She shrugged. "I'm heavy in the front. I can't help it."
"So you are not drunken?" Haldir breathed a sigh of relief. "I was worried...you smell of wine."
"I'm not that stupid..." Ana sighed. "I wish I could try the Evermead though..."
"Evermead?!" Haldir's head snapped up. "Excuse me..." He ran up to the room, leaving a bewildered Ana standing there.
"Okay..."
Ana walked down the stairs, and bumped into the pretty blonde elf, Jalinania.
"Sorry." She shrugged. "This stomach gets in the way of everything."
Jalinania smirked at her. "Yes. Yes it does." She drove a knife into Ana's stomach, twice, and Ana fell down crying out in pain. "And now, it won't anymore. Malfanaion is mine, and always will be." Jalinania walked off, leaving Ana lying there.
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Galdrial rushed into the healing chamber. Ana had been put asleep with a sleeping draught, and the healers worked to free the twins, from the ripped womb.
"Who did this." She spoke coldly to one, who shrugged.
"She was found on the staircase, the knife still in her. No-one was around."
Galadriel pulled on a apron, and moved to Ana's side. One quick stroke, and she was inside Ana.
"Milady..."
"Ana can be healed. We have to worry about the children." Galdrail pulled out one of the twins, who started wiggling in her hands. She smiled. "It's a little girl...quick! Clean and clothe her!"
Galadrial pulled out the other one. It's arm hung loosly from a few bits of skin, and it's skin was pale. A healer grabbed the little one, cut off the useless arm, and started to apply pressure to the wound.
"Will it live?" Galdrail asked the healer, who looked up.
"He was the bigger of the two...possibly." The healer sighed. "He has been blessed by luck so far, prehaps the Valar will be merciful and allow him to live."
Galdrial nodded, and sat down. She was shaking, and a healer offered her a drink of Berdruskan. She sipped, and the very acholaic black wine burned warmth into her.
Nearby the little girl started crying, as the healer massaged her roughly, to get the blood flowing. Over on the bed, Ana was being tended to, the wounds packed with herbs and cloth.
"The baby girl has strong lungs." Celeborn came in, and sat next to Galdrail. "It is Sheelala now."
"Ana's twins were born on the day of practial jokes, and games." Galdrial smiled weakly. "How appropprate."
"Let us hope, she and her son live to practice the tradition of Sheelala." Celeborn took her hand. "But now, we should look into your mirror. Prehaps it will revel the attacker. Should we tell Lord Malfanaion now?"
"Nay, I am afraid he has been drinking Evermead for a good while now. I gave it to Prince Legolas, in the hope that he would not worry over Antonia's wounds, and Lord Malfanaion was allowed much of it."
They stood, and started to the Mirror.
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