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Lori, Boromir, Ana and Figwit decided to stay the night at the house, on the codition that Ana's father would keep within 1oo metures from the house, at all times.
"Ana?" Lori called from the otherside of the lounge room. "Prehaps we shouldn't have shown them the telly...just yet..."
"At least we arn't showing them the movie theaters."
Lori stood up. "Let's get some food. Pizza?"
Ana smiled. "Yep. Ana chinese."
"Hey, Boro, Figwit." Ana kicked them, and they looked up, a little dazed. "We'll be in the kitchen."
They just nodded, and went back to 'Road trip'.
Lori and Ana went into the kitchen and picked up the phone.
"We'd like, one roast chicken...no two. One Vegetarian pizza, one meat lovers, one hawiian, two surprime, three large garlic rolls, two two litures of coke, one two liture of dr. pepper..."
Lori grabbed the phone, and added her bit in. She finshed, Ana gave the address, and they hung up.
"I hope we can afford this."
"We can." Ana pulled out a wad of notes. "Birthday money for me and Antonia. We always ask that we get money instead of things."
Lori smiled. "Good idea. I'll remember it. Where's the cd player?"
"In the lounge room. There's cds in the drawers beneath." Ana pointed at the cd player, and Lori ran to it, and threw on music.
Boromir stood up, and started to dance with Lori, while Figwit sat, his eyes glued to the 'Dontation Scene'
"Does this actully work?" He asked Ana, who sat down behind him. He leaned back, and smiled at her.
"I think so...and no." She laughed as his face fell. "I'm not sticking my fingers up your butt."
"But..." Figwit sighed as she shook her head.
Uueanor started to cry, from Figwit's lap, and Ana got up, to feed him.
"Lori, mom will come with the food, give her the money that I left on the kitchen table, in the little box." Ana called, and Lori nodded, while trying to get Boromir off her.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Lori heard a knock a little while later, and opened the door. Instead of a middle aged women, a young women stood there smiling.
"Err...hi...Arwen?"
Arwen laughed and hugged her. "Father was being a little...overbearing. I decided to come here."
"How did you know where to go?" Lori opened the door widly, and Figwit came over.
"I'm an she-elf. I can hear all the noise your making. Speaking of noise..."
Another person came foward.
"Hello Mr. Ratcliffe." Lori put on a smile, as she hearded the elves inside. "Can we help you?"
Ana's dad held out the bags of food, and Arwen came outside, and took some. He stared long and hard at her, and her raven hair pulled back away from her elven ears, then breifly to Figwit who was standing behind Lori, his ears clearly exposed. Figwit stood there, his arms folded, smiling.
"I'm Arwen." She smiled. "And you are?"
"Mr..Ratcliffe...Ana...dad...I'm going now." Ana's dad went back to the car, shaking.
"Strange man." Arwen shrugged, took Lori's hand and led her inside.
"He's never seen a female elf before. Esspacely one who's the granddaughter of Lady Galadrial." Lori shrugged and opened the food. "ANA! FOOD! GET IT BEFORE THE ELVES DO!"
Ana came out, and clamped her hand over Lori's mouth. "I just got him asleep! Quiet!...errr...when did they get here?"
"The same time as your father I think." Lori answered grabbing a piece of pizza.
"My dad was here?" Ana groaned, put the food over the hot oven to keep it warm. "Fanbloodytastic. Did he castrate Figwit?"
"Nope. Took one look at Arwen, and hurried home." Figwit answered, wrapping his arms around her. "I did however make sure he could see my pointy ears, as he saw her."
"Why'd you come?" Ana turned to Arwen who sighed.
"Father was harrasing me about Aragorn." Arewn shrugged. "I decided to leave for a while."
"Dont worry." Ana hugged Arwen. "All fathers worry about their daughters."
Figwit nodded. "Tis a normal thing."
Lori came back out. "We should start a new video. Lord of the Rings?"
"I don't know..." Ana looked at Arwen, Boromir and Figwit. "It might not be such a good idea..."
"If it is like Road Trip, I will like it." Figwit smiled, as Ana gently hit him. "It was a amusing story."
"It is not Road Trip. It is the story of the fellowship, up to where Boromir 'dies'" Lori put the video in. "It's all happened. No reason to not show them."
"Fine." Ana nodded, and started to move the food into the lounge room, on the coffee table. They turned off the lights, and turned the movie on.
Lori sat in Boromir's lap, and he wrapped his arms around her, as Galdrail started speaking.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Late that night, as cold pieces of pizza, and cold spicy noodles were nibbled on and Figwit offered to sing.
"Find dîn morn be taurfuin, hennad be elin iavas silivrin,
Magol dîn celeg, dagrant ú-rem, e milui ar idhren,
E mell velethril eriol, athar phith thenin melethron,
Ne thaurdinnu firn Michrist vîn nuin elenath e lasbelin.
Men urem an arvellon, arnediad ah boeg cothath vîn,
Am meriad ammen ne thraw, e callon vinai vedui,
Beleg ho, u-verthant heriad dîr gudwarthen vregol dîn,
Duliel ned i dhu taurvorn danc o adel na gui.
U-'ernim nesto ho egor gedi acharn or chyth dîn,
Arphent, "avlinno naergonath", a ned rainc bess vell dîn e firn.
Cíniel hon caedol gwann ennas, beth vedui în, u-lathrannen,
Ned i echad boe awarthad, noe eriol ónem a naen.
Linno Kharas Crist-Erui, firn maethor thelion ned estel;
Lasbelin gwaew linnatha o dínen ned ast dannen ho,
Ne morn uireb uidafnen hennad dîn gilvíriel,
I daur ned aur geleriol, ú-echuiatha tíro." Figwit finshed the mornfull song, and Ana hugged him tighly.
"That is a mornfall song to sing Figwit." Arwen sighed. "But beautiful."
"It is." Figwit nodded. "But if you like, you could sing a more joyfull tune."
"If you all wish it." Arwen smiled, as Ana, Boromir and Lori nodded enthusasticly.
"A Banwen! ethuilrín vain!
Aglar am meril i mBelain!
Penna glorgalad o menel,
berio i amar in edain.
Le linnatha si i 'annel
Lasto 'lîr nîn, a Uineth!
an-uir, glass, nîth a meleth.
A Banwen! ethuilrín vain!
Aglar am meril i mBelain!
Penna glorgalad o menel,
berio i amar in edain.
Le linnatha si i 'annel
Lasto 'lîr nîn, a Uineth!
an-uir, glass, nîth a meleth."
Ana sighed, and smiled. "Much better."
"Tomorrow we go to Rivendel?" Lori asked, from across the room, after a long comftable silance.
"Yep. Figwit?" Ana looked up, sleep causing her words to slur slightly.
"Yes Mela?" Figwit smiled at Ana.
"Can Lori and Boromir stay with us?"
"My home has six bedrooms, melamin." He laughed as she blushed. "I love it when you blush."
"Okay...get a room lovebirds." Lori laughed as the two broke apart a little.
"Where will I sleep?" Arwen inturrupted.
"We'll put you in the spare bedroom with Lori...sorry Boromir. No hanky panky tonight."
"Err...hanky panky?" Boromir raised an eyebrow, but grinned. "So where do I sleep?"
"On the couch." Ana stood up, and pulled out the old sofa. "Lori..."
Lori looked up innocently, from Boromir's embrace. "Yes Ana?"
"If you do sneak out, shut the curtians and lock the door." Ana laughed as Lori gave her a 'butter wouldnt melt in my mouth' look. "And don't break our sofa."
"Why should I lock the door?" Lori asked innocently.
"Fathers." Ana nodded to the open window. "They tend to...worry. I wouldn't be surprised if Elrond would pop by...or my own...and do you really want to be spied on by one of them?"
"Understood." Lori nodded quickly. "I might just stay with Arwen tonight..."
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Figwit's song translation:
Lament for Edge First Sword
His hair was black as forest night, as bright as autumn stars his eyes,
His blade was swift, but seldom drawn, for he was courteous and wise,
He loved but one, and she loved him more dear than any words can tell,
In forest night beneath the autumn stars our First Sword fell.
We were too few and too alone; our foes too many and too grim;
To guard us in the wilderness no warrior was left but him.
Yet he was stronger than they dared to challenge by direct attack,
So struck him down from hiding, with an arrow in the back.
We could not save him, nor could we avenge his death, although we tried;
His final words were "do not grieve", and in his lady's arms he died.
We could not honor those last words, for what else could we do but grieve
To see him laying slain there in the camp we had to leave.
Sing Edge First Sword, who lived and died a warrior faithful to his trust;
The autumn wind will sing of him, though silent sleeps he in the dust,
And will not wake again to watch the morning forest growing light -
His starlit eyes forever closed in the eternal night.
Or
Find dîn morn be taurfuin, hennad be elin iavas silivrin,
Hair his black as nightforest, eyes as stars [of] autumn sparkling
Magol dîn celeg, dagrant ú-rem, e milui ar idhren,
Sword his swift, he battled seldom, he kind and wise,
E mell velethril eriol, athar phith thenin melethron,
Lady-love one heart held, beyond words [her] true lover,
Ne thaurdinnu firn Michrist vîn nuin elenath e lasbelin.
In twilit forest died First-Sword ours under stars of autumn.
Men urem an arvellon; arnediad ah boeg cothath vîn,
We few and friendless; countless and cruel foes ours;
Am meriad ammen ne thraw, e callon vinai vedui
For protection for us in the wilderness, he hero alone last.
Beleg ho, u-verthant heriad dîr gudwarthen vregol dîn,
Strong he, not-dared straight confrontation foe-traitor violent his,
Duliel ned i dhu taurvorn danc o adel na gui.
[Having] hidden in the night blackforest, slew from behind with bows.
U-'ernim nesto ho egor gedi acharn or chyth din,
We could not heal him or catch vengeance over his enemies,
Arphent, "avlinno naergonath", a ned rainc bess vell din e firn.
And-he-said "don't-sing laments", and in arms wife dear his died.
Cíniel hon caedol gwann ennas, beth vedui în u-lathrannen,
Having seen him laying dead there, word last his unheeded
Ned i echad boe awarthad, noe eriol ónem a naen.
In the camp it was necessary to abandon, a lament alone we gave to the slain.
Linno Kharas Crist-Erui, firn maethor thelion ned estel,
Sing Edge Sword-First [or "Lone"], died warrior purposeful in faith,
Lasbelin gwaew linnatha o dínen ned ast dannen ho,
Autumn wind will-sing of silent in dust fallen he,
Ne morn uireb uidafnen hennad dîn gilvíriel
In night eternal ever-closed eyes his star-gems
I daur ned aur geleriol, ú-echuiatha tíro.
Will not have awakening for-watching the dawn [of the] forest growing.
Arwen's song:
A Banwen voc. "O Vána!"; Banwen sindarin form of Vána
ethuilrín n. lady of spring ethuil "spring" + rîn "crowned lady"
bain adj. fair, beautiful
aglar n. glory, brilliance
a meril n. to the rose an prep. "to, towards, for" + meril n. "rose"
i mBelain n. of the Valar in gen. art. "of the" + Belain pl. of Balan "Valar"
penna v. "slant down"
glorgalad n. "golden light" glaur n. "golden light" + calad n. lenited. "light"
o menel n. from heaven o prep. "from,of" + menel n. "sky"
berio v.imp. of beria- "protect"
i amar n. the world i art. "the" + amar n. "world"
in edain n. "of the men" in gen.art. "of the" + edain pl. of adan n. "mortal man"
le pron. "to thee"
linnatha v. fut. of linna- "(it) will sing"
si adv. "now"
i 'annel n. "the harp" i art. "the" + gannel n. lenited "harp"
lasto v. imp. of lasta- "listen"
'lîr nîn n. lenited "my song" glîr n. "song, poem, lay" + nín pos.adj. "my"
a Uineth voc. "Ever-young" (a name for Banwen) ui adv. "ever" + neth adj. "young"
an-uir adv. "forever" an- "to, towards" + uir "eternity" by Ryszard Derdzinski
glass n. "joy"
nîth n. "youth"
a conj. "and"
meleth n. "love"
All those who are on Neopets, my username is: half_elf_varda (www.neopets.com)
all those on petcube my user names are _sara_ and theorignalsara (www.petcube.com)
thanks to this website for the elvish songs: http://www.elvish.org/gwaith/language2.htm
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Lori, Boromir, Ana and Figwit decided to stay the night at the house, on the codition that Ana's father would keep within 1oo metures from the house, at all times.
"Ana?" Lori called from the otherside of the lounge room. "Prehaps we shouldn't have shown them the telly...just yet..."
"At least we arn't showing them the movie theaters."
Lori stood up. "Let's get some food. Pizza?"
Ana smiled. "Yep. Ana chinese."
"Hey, Boro, Figwit." Ana kicked them, and they looked up, a little dazed. "We'll be in the kitchen."
They just nodded, and went back to 'Road trip'.
Lori and Ana went into the kitchen and picked up the phone.
"We'd like, one roast chicken...no two. One Vegetarian pizza, one meat lovers, one hawiian, two surprime, three large garlic rolls, two two litures of coke, one two liture of dr. pepper..."
Lori grabbed the phone, and added her bit in. She finshed, Ana gave the address, and they hung up.
"I hope we can afford this."
"We can." Ana pulled out a wad of notes. "Birthday money for me and Antonia. We always ask that we get money instead of things."
Lori smiled. "Good idea. I'll remember it. Where's the cd player?"
"In the lounge room. There's cds in the drawers beneath." Ana pointed at the cd player, and Lori ran to it, and threw on music.
Boromir stood up, and started to dance with Lori, while Figwit sat, his eyes glued to the 'Dontation Scene'
"Does this actully work?" He asked Ana, who sat down behind him. He leaned back, and smiled at her.
"I think so...and no." She laughed as his face fell. "I'm not sticking my fingers up your butt."
"But..." Figwit sighed as she shook her head.
Uueanor started to cry, from Figwit's lap, and Ana got up, to feed him.
"Lori, mom will come with the food, give her the money that I left on the kitchen table, in the little box." Ana called, and Lori nodded, while trying to get Boromir off her.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Lori heard a knock a little while later, and opened the door. Instead of a middle aged women, a young women stood there smiling.
"Err...hi...Arwen?"
Arwen laughed and hugged her. "Father was being a little...overbearing. I decided to come here."
"How did you know where to go?" Lori opened the door widly, and Figwit came over.
"I'm an she-elf. I can hear all the noise your making. Speaking of noise..."
Another person came foward.
"Hello Mr. Ratcliffe." Lori put on a smile, as she hearded the elves inside. "Can we help you?"
Ana's dad held out the bags of food, and Arwen came outside, and took some. He stared long and hard at her, and her raven hair pulled back away from her elven ears, then breifly to Figwit who was standing behind Lori, his ears clearly exposed. Figwit stood there, his arms folded, smiling.
"I'm Arwen." She smiled. "And you are?"
"Mr..Ratcliffe...Ana...dad...I'm going now." Ana's dad went back to the car, shaking.
"Strange man." Arwen shrugged, took Lori's hand and led her inside.
"He's never seen a female elf before. Esspacely one who's the granddaughter of Lady Galadrial." Lori shrugged and opened the food. "ANA! FOOD! GET IT BEFORE THE ELVES DO!"
Ana came out, and clamped her hand over Lori's mouth. "I just got him asleep! Quiet!...errr...when did they get here?"
"The same time as your father I think." Lori answered grabbing a piece of pizza.
"My dad was here?" Ana groaned, put the food over the hot oven to keep it warm. "Fanbloodytastic. Did he castrate Figwit?"
"Nope. Took one look at Arwen, and hurried home." Figwit answered, wrapping his arms around her. "I did however make sure he could see my pointy ears, as he saw her."
"Why'd you come?" Ana turned to Arwen who sighed.
"Father was harrasing me about Aragorn." Arewn shrugged. "I decided to leave for a while."
"Dont worry." Ana hugged Arwen. "All fathers worry about their daughters."
Figwit nodded. "Tis a normal thing."
Lori came back out. "We should start a new video. Lord of the Rings?"
"I don't know..." Ana looked at Arwen, Boromir and Figwit. "It might not be such a good idea..."
"If it is like Road Trip, I will like it." Figwit smiled, as Ana gently hit him. "It was a amusing story."
"It is not Road Trip. It is the story of the fellowship, up to where Boromir 'dies'" Lori put the video in. "It's all happened. No reason to not show them."
"Fine." Ana nodded, and started to move the food into the lounge room, on the coffee table. They turned off the lights, and turned the movie on.
Lori sat in Boromir's lap, and he wrapped his arms around her, as Galdrail started speaking.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Late that night, as cold pieces of pizza, and cold spicy noodles were nibbled on and Figwit offered to sing.
"Find dîn morn be taurfuin, hennad be elin iavas silivrin,
Magol dîn celeg, dagrant ú-rem, e milui ar idhren,
E mell velethril eriol, athar phith thenin melethron,
Ne thaurdinnu firn Michrist vîn nuin elenath e lasbelin.
Men urem an arvellon, arnediad ah boeg cothath vîn,
Am meriad ammen ne thraw, e callon vinai vedui,
Beleg ho, u-verthant heriad dîr gudwarthen vregol dîn,
Duliel ned i dhu taurvorn danc o adel na gui.
U-'ernim nesto ho egor gedi acharn or chyth dîn,
Arphent, "avlinno naergonath", a ned rainc bess vell dîn e firn.
Cíniel hon caedol gwann ennas, beth vedui în, u-lathrannen,
Ned i echad boe awarthad, noe eriol ónem a naen.
Linno Kharas Crist-Erui, firn maethor thelion ned estel;
Lasbelin gwaew linnatha o dínen ned ast dannen ho,
Ne morn uireb uidafnen hennad dîn gilvíriel,
I daur ned aur geleriol, ú-echuiatha tíro." Figwit finshed the mornfull song, and Ana hugged him tighly.
"That is a mornfall song to sing Figwit." Arwen sighed. "But beautiful."
"It is." Figwit nodded. "But if you like, you could sing a more joyfull tune."
"If you all wish it." Arwen smiled, as Ana, Boromir and Lori nodded enthusasticly.
"A Banwen! ethuilrín vain!
Aglar am meril i mBelain!
Penna glorgalad o menel,
berio i amar in edain.
Le linnatha si i 'annel
Lasto 'lîr nîn, a Uineth!
an-uir, glass, nîth a meleth.
A Banwen! ethuilrín vain!
Aglar am meril i mBelain!
Penna glorgalad o menel,
berio i amar in edain.
Le linnatha si i 'annel
Lasto 'lîr nîn, a Uineth!
an-uir, glass, nîth a meleth."
Ana sighed, and smiled. "Much better."
"Tomorrow we go to Rivendel?" Lori asked, from across the room, after a long comftable silance.
"Yep. Figwit?" Ana looked up, sleep causing her words to slur slightly.
"Yes Mela?" Figwit smiled at Ana.
"Can Lori and Boromir stay with us?"
"My home has six bedrooms, melamin." He laughed as she blushed. "I love it when you blush."
"Okay...get a room lovebirds." Lori laughed as the two broke apart a little.
"Where will I sleep?" Arwen inturrupted.
"We'll put you in the spare bedroom with Lori...sorry Boromir. No hanky panky tonight."
"Err...hanky panky?" Boromir raised an eyebrow, but grinned. "So where do I sleep?"
"On the couch." Ana stood up, and pulled out the old sofa. "Lori..."
Lori looked up innocently, from Boromir's embrace. "Yes Ana?"
"If you do sneak out, shut the curtians and lock the door." Ana laughed as Lori gave her a 'butter wouldnt melt in my mouth' look. "And don't break our sofa."
"Why should I lock the door?" Lori asked innocently.
"Fathers." Ana nodded to the open window. "They tend to...worry. I wouldn't be surprised if Elrond would pop by...or my own...and do you really want to be spied on by one of them?"
"Understood." Lori nodded quickly. "I might just stay with Arwen tonight..."
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Figwit's song translation:
Lament for Edge First Sword
His hair was black as forest night, as bright as autumn stars his eyes,
His blade was swift, but seldom drawn, for he was courteous and wise,
He loved but one, and she loved him more dear than any words can tell,
In forest night beneath the autumn stars our First Sword fell.
We were too few and too alone; our foes too many and too grim;
To guard us in the wilderness no warrior was left but him.
Yet he was stronger than they dared to challenge by direct attack,
So struck him down from hiding, with an arrow in the back.
We could not save him, nor could we avenge his death, although we tried;
His final words were "do not grieve", and in his lady's arms he died.
We could not honor those last words, for what else could we do but grieve
To see him laying slain there in the camp we had to leave.
Sing Edge First Sword, who lived and died a warrior faithful to his trust;
The autumn wind will sing of him, though silent sleeps he in the dust,
And will not wake again to watch the morning forest growing light -
His starlit eyes forever closed in the eternal night.
Or
Find dîn morn be taurfuin, hennad be elin iavas silivrin,
Hair his black as nightforest, eyes as stars [of] autumn sparkling
Magol dîn celeg, dagrant ú-rem, e milui ar idhren,
Sword his swift, he battled seldom, he kind and wise,
E mell velethril eriol, athar phith thenin melethron,
Lady-love one heart held, beyond words [her] true lover,
Ne thaurdinnu firn Michrist vîn nuin elenath e lasbelin.
In twilit forest died First-Sword ours under stars of autumn.
Men urem an arvellon; arnediad ah boeg cothath vîn,
We few and friendless; countless and cruel foes ours;
Am meriad ammen ne thraw, e callon vinai vedui
For protection for us in the wilderness, he hero alone last.
Beleg ho, u-verthant heriad dîr gudwarthen vregol dîn,
Strong he, not-dared straight confrontation foe-traitor violent his,
Duliel ned i dhu taurvorn danc o adel na gui.
[Having] hidden in the night blackforest, slew from behind with bows.
U-'ernim nesto ho egor gedi acharn or chyth din,
We could not heal him or catch vengeance over his enemies,
Arphent, "avlinno naergonath", a ned rainc bess vell din e firn.
And-he-said "don't-sing laments", and in arms wife dear his died.
Cíniel hon caedol gwann ennas, beth vedui în u-lathrannen,
Having seen him laying dead there, word last his unheeded
Ned i echad boe awarthad, noe eriol ónem a naen.
In the camp it was necessary to abandon, a lament alone we gave to the slain.
Linno Kharas Crist-Erui, firn maethor thelion ned estel,
Sing Edge Sword-First [or "Lone"], died warrior purposeful in faith,
Lasbelin gwaew linnatha o dínen ned ast dannen ho,
Autumn wind will-sing of silent in dust fallen he,
Ne morn uireb uidafnen hennad dîn gilvíriel
In night eternal ever-closed eyes his star-gems
I daur ned aur geleriol, ú-echuiatha tíro.
Will not have awakening for-watching the dawn [of the] forest growing.
Arwen's song:
A Banwen voc. "O Vána!"; Banwen sindarin form of Vána
ethuilrín n. lady of spring ethuil "spring" + rîn "crowned lady"
bain adj. fair, beautiful
aglar n. glory, brilliance
a meril n. to the rose an prep. "to, towards, for" + meril n. "rose"
i mBelain n. of the Valar in gen. art. "of the" + Belain pl. of Balan "Valar"
penna v. "slant down"
glorgalad n. "golden light" glaur n. "golden light" + calad n. lenited. "light"
o menel n. from heaven o prep. "from,of" + menel n. "sky"
berio v.imp. of beria- "protect"
i amar n. the world i art. "the" + amar n. "world"
in edain n. "of the men" in gen.art. "of the" + edain pl. of adan n. "mortal man"
le pron. "to thee"
linnatha v. fut. of linna- "(it) will sing"
si adv. "now"
i 'annel n. "the harp" i art. "the" + gannel n. lenited "harp"
lasto v. imp. of lasta- "listen"
'lîr nîn n. lenited "my song" glîr n. "song, poem, lay" + nín pos.adj. "my"
a Uineth voc. "Ever-young" (a name for Banwen) ui adv. "ever" + neth adj. "young"
an-uir adv. "forever" an- "to, towards" + uir "eternity" by Ryszard Derdzinski
glass n. "joy"
nîth n. "youth"
a conj. "and"
meleth n. "love"