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Wow....I didnt notice all those mistakes! Hmm...it must be fanfiction.net...I usually notice a number in a name.
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It was a tired and cranky six that arivved in the mountians between Rivendel and Mirkwood the next earth day. They slowly made their way to Rivendel, often stopping, for Uuneaour or Ana. Both were chucking crying fits.
Finally they reached Rivendel, where Ana prompley pushed Uuneaor into Figwit's arms with a exagarated sigh, and fell in the huge canopy bed dramaticly.
"And I thought babysitting was hard!" She moaned, rubbing her arms and shoulders. "Man...it sucks to be a mommy!"
Figwit lay his boy in the cot, and lay next to her. He took her hand, and kissed it. "You won't say that in a few years."
"In a few years?" Ana turned to him, and raised a eyebrow. "Why?"
"You'll be too busy with our other children."
"Oh...right. Uhhuhh...you wish, buckaroo." Ana sighed. "I got off easyish this time....I didn't have to push a watermellon out of a mouth."
"What?" Figwit chuckled. "It wouldn't hurt that much."
"Oh, but it does." Ana sighed.
"But elves..."
"Elves, deary. E. L. V. E. S. Not humens. We have to push a baby through...well you've seen it."
Figwit suddanly got up, and looked down at her. "But it isn't big enough!"
Ana laughed at his expression. "And elves are?"
"We...I'm not sure how they do it." Figwit confessed, and to his embarresment started blushing. "My mother wouldn't allow any of her sons anywhere near."
"Well, Figgy, you're gonna be right there at the other end, waiting to catch the next one." Ana grinned. "There are things you need to understand about childbirth."
"The next one!" Figwit's face went from confusion to excitement. "More? Now?"
"No, not for about nine months. We still have to make it." Ana's smile grew as his face took in what she was saying.
"But arn't you sore?" Figwit asked, his hand now stroking the scars on her stomach. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Putting children inside of me causes pain eventully..." Ana saw him recoil his hand, and grabbed it. "But no, for the moment I'm quite fine. And tired."
Figwit sighed, and lay next to her again, his arms wrapping around her. "I am tired too, melamin. We will work on it...tomorrow?"
"Prehaps..."
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His beautiful lips curled into a cruel smile, as he looked down at the whimpering elf curled up in the dungen. He wrapped his black cloak over his lean body, and pulled the hood to hide everything but the ends of his dark hair.
"If I didn't know you any better, Goth en gothamin, I would actully belive that pathetic noise your making was genuine." He smirked as she looked up, dust and sweat plastered to her skin.
"Kwentra amin Morier, Ya naa gothamin?" //Tell me Dark one, Who is my foe?// She stood, her left arm hanging limply from her side, as she looked him up and down, glaring.
"L' uss vel'uss uriu nindel dos ssinssrinil." //The one who has all that you wanted// The tall man changed to Drow, as a guard approched and continued; "Il lu' ilta dalninil ph' c'nrosen. Auflaqui. Nind z'klaen yaith." //She and her sister are witches. Dogs. They must pay.//
"Ilta dalninil zhah feir tarthe." //Her sister is far away.// The ragged she-elf slumped back into the pile of rags on the floor
He dismissed the gloomy thought with a wave of his hand. "Il shlu'ta kyorl" //She can wait.//
"Ele orn'la dos xxizz uns'aa?" //Why would you help me?//
"P'wal ussta dalninuk ulnen xuil uss d' mina. P'wal Usstan shlu'ta naut guy'ya ulu kyorl natha qu'ess xuil..."//Because my brother lies with one of them. Because I cannot bear to see a prince with...// He spat out the last part in discust."Natha rivvil. Jhal l' trantz sanrr zhahus nindel Usstan ssinssrigg dos." //A human. But the real reason was that I love you.//
"Heruamin!" The she-elf staggered up, and hugged him. "It brings much happiness to my weary heart to see you."
Heruamin smiled at her as she pulled the hood away a little. She ran her fingers over his chisled face, and he kissed her fingers.
"Melamin, I came as quickly as I could." He murrmered lowly in her ear. "I am so sorry. I should have found a different suitor, prehaps a absent minded elf with much money."
Jalinania kissed him then, and after what seemed many hours broke off. "How is your wife? How 'tragic' that she has not concived."
"Indeed." He whispered and slipped her a flask of wine. "Sypmathy grows for her and I every day. Soon she will fall down the stairs, as an act of shame, and sorrow, and I will be a widower, with a large estate to show for my 'sadness'"
"How tragic." She replyed, without a hint of sadness. "And so the first stage will finally be set."
"And all you need to do is marry that fool Malfanaion and make it seem like suicide. Any ideas, mela?"
"Not the stairs." Jalinania kissed his lips, and smiled. "Prehaps pains will take his legs whilst swimming...or he will have too much to drink and hit his head on the bed head."
"Hmm..." Heruamin ran his fingers over her pale skin, around to the small of her back. "I shall be most sad when he passes. But of course, I will also marry you out of pity, and provide for you. Prehaps love will grow..."
"And we shall leave these shores."
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"Oh god Figwit!" Ana moaned, and Figwit laughed, kissing her roughly.
"Miss this?" His fingers reached inside of her and she moaned again. "I would say so."
Ana pulled him over her, and he went to enter her...as Uuneaor started to cry.
"Damm it! Damm it! Damm it!" Ana started to swear, as Figwit sighed and went over to the crib.
"Elvish children grow fast..." Figwit sighed. "We will have time together."
"No..." Ana glared. "It seems like they grow fast because you are immortal! I am not. I have sixty or seventy years left!"
Figwit ignored her, and brought the baby over. With a sigh, she started to feed him, and he looked up, with a smile on his face. All trace of sadenss had melted away.
"He did it on purpse." Ana whined, as he giggled.
"Ana, he's a baby. What would he know?" Figwit went to kiss her, but Uuneaor let out a wail.
"He did! He did it on purpse!." Ana glared at the little baby. "I'm not talking to him."
"Ana..." Figwit raised an eyebrow. "You are tired, and frazzled. Relax."
"Frazzled!" Ana glared at him then, and ran her fingers through her messed hair. "Do I look that bad? I need makeup! I need...soap! I need..."
"To sleep." Figwit placed his finger on her lips, but jerked back as she bit it.
"No, I need...my sister! I need to look good, not...Frazzled!" Ana gave Uuneaor to Figwit, and went to the dresser. She looked at her naked body in the mirror, and growled. "I'm ugly!"
"You are beautiful."
Ana shook her head, and grabbed the brush, running it roughly though her hair, while trying to...Figwit wasn't too sure about that. It looked like she was trying to claw the scars off her stomach...
"Ana you look fine."
Ana shook her head again, and glared at her scars. "I look terrible. Bloody TERRIBLE! I'm frazzled, and ugly, and tired, and filled with hormones, and tired, and...I said that, didn't I? I'm pathetic! I'm tire...Arggghhh!!!!"
Figwit started to laugh, and Uuneaor smiled as he pulled on his father's long dark hair. Ana glared at him, pulled on her robe, and stormed out.
"I think your mother is a little...tired." He whispered to Uuneaor, who looked up at him with clear blue eyes. "What do you think?"
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Goth en gothamin : Foe of my foe
check these out: http://imladris.nu/claudio/artwork.html there is some beautiful artwork there...
Wow....I didnt notice all those mistakes! Hmm...it must be fanfiction.net...I usually notice a number in a name.
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It was a tired and cranky six that arivved in the mountians between Rivendel and Mirkwood the next earth day. They slowly made their way to Rivendel, often stopping, for Uuneaour or Ana. Both were chucking crying fits.
Finally they reached Rivendel, where Ana prompley pushed Uuneaor into Figwit's arms with a exagarated sigh, and fell in the huge canopy bed dramaticly.
"And I thought babysitting was hard!" She moaned, rubbing her arms and shoulders. "Man...it sucks to be a mommy!"
Figwit lay his boy in the cot, and lay next to her. He took her hand, and kissed it. "You won't say that in a few years."
"In a few years?" Ana turned to him, and raised a eyebrow. "Why?"
"You'll be too busy with our other children."
"Oh...right. Uhhuhh...you wish, buckaroo." Ana sighed. "I got off easyish this time....I didn't have to push a watermellon out of a mouth."
"What?" Figwit chuckled. "It wouldn't hurt that much."
"Oh, but it does." Ana sighed.
"But elves..."
"Elves, deary. E. L. V. E. S. Not humens. We have to push a baby through...well you've seen it."
Figwit suddanly got up, and looked down at her. "But it isn't big enough!"
Ana laughed at his expression. "And elves are?"
"We...I'm not sure how they do it." Figwit confessed, and to his embarresment started blushing. "My mother wouldn't allow any of her sons anywhere near."
"Well, Figgy, you're gonna be right there at the other end, waiting to catch the next one." Ana grinned. "There are things you need to understand about childbirth."
"The next one!" Figwit's face went from confusion to excitement. "More? Now?"
"No, not for about nine months. We still have to make it." Ana's smile grew as his face took in what she was saying.
"But arn't you sore?" Figwit asked, his hand now stroking the scars on her stomach. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Putting children inside of me causes pain eventully..." Ana saw him recoil his hand, and grabbed it. "But no, for the moment I'm quite fine. And tired."
Figwit sighed, and lay next to her again, his arms wrapping around her. "I am tired too, melamin. We will work on it...tomorrow?"
"Prehaps..."
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His beautiful lips curled into a cruel smile, as he looked down at the whimpering elf curled up in the dungen. He wrapped his black cloak over his lean body, and pulled the hood to hide everything but the ends of his dark hair.
"If I didn't know you any better, Goth en gothamin, I would actully belive that pathetic noise your making was genuine." He smirked as she looked up, dust and sweat plastered to her skin.
"Kwentra amin Morier, Ya naa gothamin?" //Tell me Dark one, Who is my foe?// She stood, her left arm hanging limply from her side, as she looked him up and down, glaring.
"L' uss vel'uss uriu nindel dos ssinssrinil." //The one who has all that you wanted// The tall man changed to Drow, as a guard approched and continued; "Il lu' ilta dalninil ph' c'nrosen. Auflaqui. Nind z'klaen yaith." //She and her sister are witches. Dogs. They must pay.//
"Ilta dalninil zhah feir tarthe." //Her sister is far away.// The ragged she-elf slumped back into the pile of rags on the floor
He dismissed the gloomy thought with a wave of his hand. "Il shlu'ta kyorl" //She can wait.//
"Ele orn'la dos xxizz uns'aa?" //Why would you help me?//
"P'wal ussta dalninuk ulnen xuil uss d' mina. P'wal Usstan shlu'ta naut guy'ya ulu kyorl natha qu'ess xuil..."//Because my brother lies with one of them. Because I cannot bear to see a prince with...// He spat out the last part in discust."Natha rivvil. Jhal l' trantz sanrr zhahus nindel Usstan ssinssrigg dos." //A human. But the real reason was that I love you.//
"Heruamin!" The she-elf staggered up, and hugged him. "It brings much happiness to my weary heart to see you."
Heruamin smiled at her as she pulled the hood away a little. She ran her fingers over his chisled face, and he kissed her fingers.
"Melamin, I came as quickly as I could." He murrmered lowly in her ear. "I am so sorry. I should have found a different suitor, prehaps a absent minded elf with much money."
Jalinania kissed him then, and after what seemed many hours broke off. "How is your wife? How 'tragic' that she has not concived."
"Indeed." He whispered and slipped her a flask of wine. "Sypmathy grows for her and I every day. Soon she will fall down the stairs, as an act of shame, and sorrow, and I will be a widower, with a large estate to show for my 'sadness'"
"How tragic." She replyed, without a hint of sadness. "And so the first stage will finally be set."
"And all you need to do is marry that fool Malfanaion and make it seem like suicide. Any ideas, mela?"
"Not the stairs." Jalinania kissed his lips, and smiled. "Prehaps pains will take his legs whilst swimming...or he will have too much to drink and hit his head on the bed head."
"Hmm..." Heruamin ran his fingers over her pale skin, around to the small of her back. "I shall be most sad when he passes. But of course, I will also marry you out of pity, and provide for you. Prehaps love will grow..."
"And we shall leave these shores."
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"Oh god Figwit!" Ana moaned, and Figwit laughed, kissing her roughly.
"Miss this?" His fingers reached inside of her and she moaned again. "I would say so."
Ana pulled him over her, and he went to enter her...as Uuneaor started to cry.
"Damm it! Damm it! Damm it!" Ana started to swear, as Figwit sighed and went over to the crib.
"Elvish children grow fast..." Figwit sighed. "We will have time together."
"No..." Ana glared. "It seems like they grow fast because you are immortal! I am not. I have sixty or seventy years left!"
Figwit ignored her, and brought the baby over. With a sigh, she started to feed him, and he looked up, with a smile on his face. All trace of sadenss had melted away.
"He did it on purpse." Ana whined, as he giggled.
"Ana, he's a baby. What would he know?" Figwit went to kiss her, but Uuneaor let out a wail.
"He did! He did it on purpse!." Ana glared at the little baby. "I'm not talking to him."
"Ana..." Figwit raised an eyebrow. "You are tired, and frazzled. Relax."
"Frazzled!" Ana glared at him then, and ran her fingers through her messed hair. "Do I look that bad? I need makeup! I need...soap! I need..."
"To sleep." Figwit placed his finger on her lips, but jerked back as she bit it.
"No, I need...my sister! I need to look good, not...Frazzled!" Ana gave Uuneaor to Figwit, and went to the dresser. She looked at her naked body in the mirror, and growled. "I'm ugly!"
"You are beautiful."
Ana shook her head, and grabbed the brush, running it roughly though her hair, while trying to...Figwit wasn't too sure about that. It looked like she was trying to claw the scars off her stomach...
"Ana you look fine."
Ana shook her head again, and glared at her scars. "I look terrible. Bloody TERRIBLE! I'm frazzled, and ugly, and tired, and filled with hormones, and tired, and...I said that, didn't I? I'm pathetic! I'm tire...Arggghhh!!!!"
Figwit started to laugh, and Uuneaor smiled as he pulled on his father's long dark hair. Ana glared at him, pulled on her robe, and stormed out.
"I think your mother is a little...tired." He whispered to Uuneaor, who looked up at him with clear blue eyes. "What do you think?"
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Goth en gothamin : Foe of my foe