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"Frazzled!" Ana screamed, as she flung the door to the parlor open. She started to rummage through the boxes from her world, muttering angrly. "I am not frazzled! I am tired...aha!
In triumph, she held up a small bag of choclote covered coffee beans. "I won't be tired for much longer!"
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Figwit cauiously pushed the door to the 'lounge room' as Ana called it, hearing loud singing, swearing, and banging.
Ana was jumping from chair to chair, her hair tied back, a table cloth around her neck, and singing. Three empty packets lay abandanaed in the middle of the room.
"We are the ones who want to choose! Always want to play, but you never want to loose! lalalala lalalala areils in the sky, when you forgotten the words, you realise life is a waterfall, we drink from the water and put up our walls. swimming to the point...forgotten more words! we are the ones, always want to go, never want to stay! ...something, lalalalala...."
At this point Ana jumped on the table and spotted Figwit. She pulled out a walking stick, and pointed it at him. "Halt, evil insulting one!" She stepped down, and circled him. "Ogggaa Chugga Ogggaa Chugga Ogggaa Chugga Ogggaa Chugga..."
"Ana..."
"I am not Ana!" She shrieked, and jumped back on the table. "I am thy coffee chocolate priestess! Woriship thy chocolate covered coffee beans, evil insulting one."
"Oh Valar..." Figwit followed her around the room. "Ana, you told me you wouldn't eat any more than five chocolate covered coffee beans in one time..." He ducked a packet of tealeafs.
Ana giggled, as he grabbed her. "Evil insulting one, take thy hands off me!"
"Errr..." Figwit let go in shock as she licked his arm, and started nibbling at whatever was in reach.
"Mmm...tasty." She giggled.
"Ana." Figwit sighed, but smiled as she stood back, giving him that evil grin.
"So, what do people do around here for fun?"
"There is a feast tomorrow eve, held by Lord Elrond." Figwit answered, and sat back in a cushy chair. "But you have no gown made yet."
"Arwen could lend me one." Ana smiled. "And Lori."
"No..." Figwit stiffened. "Not Lori..."
Ana kicked him half-heartly, and nodded. "Lori dosnt go, I don't go. Very simple."
Figwit slumped in defeat. "Melamin, I could never refuse you."
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
At the exact time, a middle aged couple stood in Lord Elrond's study, stiff and proper. Elrond joined them soon after arival, for they had news he had not wanted or expected.
"We are Ana, Antonia and Lori's parents." The man held out his hand to the elf lord, who took it stiffly. "They ran away, with the intent to marry high ranking men."
"Impossible!" Elrond exclaimed. "They come from a far away place."
"Tis is sad really." The woman sighed. "Brilliant minds, my daughters do have. But they choose to use it for wrong, and self-gain, instead of for good and peace."
Elrond sank into a chair, and guestered to the other two. "How long have they been missing?"
"Many years now. We only heard latly, and came quickly before they could con a poor man into marrige." The woman sniffed, and dabbed her eyes with a lace hankychief. "I miss my daughers, truely. But they are terrible liers."
"Tell me, where is my eldest, Antonia? She has a husband waiting, back in Rohan." The man asked, putting an arm around his 'wife'. "Terrible for him. Not rich in coin, but in heart. Twas left on the wedding night, waiting."
"I'm not sure I can belive this." Lord Elrond studied them. "Discripe Ana, Lori and Antonia."
"Antonia is tallish for a lady. She has golden brown hair, with little streaks of gold, when in sunlight. She plays an instrument, that is very special to her, and to me, for it was my mothers." The women started.
"Lori is the youngest. She takes keenly after my side of the family, as you can obviouly see." The man nodded, as Elrond nodded slowly. "Never lacking a song, and a bright eyed lass."
"And Ana is the middle aged one. Golden haired, blue eyed, innoccent as a lamb in spring to the unknowing eye. But she has always dreamed of silk dresses, and servents. She cannot, and will not cook. Still very childish." The woman sniffed again. "I thought her traits were charming. But now..." Tears leaked out of her eyes, and she cut off, looking away.
Elrond sighed heavly. "Tis a hard thing to accept, Madam, Sir. They have been with us for many a season now, and all three are married in body, and spirt. Soon the formal arangements were to be made."
"Married! To whom?"
"Ana is to become Lady Ana, bride of Lord Figwit. Lori, Lady Lorianne to...a Lord of Gondor. And Antonia is to become Princess Antonia, wife of Prince Legolas of Mirkwood."
"We are too late!" The women exclaimed, and burst into tears. "Oh, the poor men! How painfull it will be to discover the truth! To take away their brides!"
"There there, Wenya." The man patted her on the back. "If our daughters are not yet married, then we will not have to worry about basteds."
Elrond stiffened. "I am afraid..."
"There is a basted!" Another wail from Wenya.
"In elvish ways, his parents are married, Madam." Elrond could feel his elvish good temper vanishing as she made it obvious she didn't belive one word.
"Oh, the poor child!"
"When can we see our daughters?"
"Antonia is away currently...for a long time." Elrond still was in disbelif. "But tomorrow night, I shall hold a feast. Let us see how they react to your appearince, before I make judgement. If they are truley your offspring, they shall leave that very night. If not, I shall banish you from this house. But for now, you remain guests. Please follow the servent to your room."
A servent came in, and nodded at Elrond, as the two elves exchanged something privatly.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Ana woke in Figwit's arms. She blinked, as she noticed his eyes were open...
"Figwit?" She whispered, then rememered. Elves slept with their eyes open. Strange.
He blinked, and smiled. "Morning, milady. Cooked breckfast?"
"Figwit..."
"I will help, I will help." He chuckled, and stood with her. "How is our child, this moring?"
Ana peeked over the edge. Uuneaor slept. "Like an angel. Must be tired after keeping us apart."
Figwit kissed her hand. "If he is bad now, imagine two years. He shall be talking, yelling, learning the daggor..."
"At two and a little over a half?!" Ana followed him out to the kitchen.
"I told you last night, melamin. Elves grow quickly." Figwit pushed wood into the stove, as Ana ran outside for eggs, from the chickens.
She came back, drenched. "It's raining."
"Eggs?"
Ana pouted, and ran back outside. After ten minuites, she came back, looking like she went for a swim. She moodly stomped in, put eight eggs in a wooden bowl, and glared at him. "I'm cold."
Figwit laughed. "Go get into some day-clothes Ana, I'll start the fire."
Ana ran into their room, and looked into her wardrobe. She stomped back out again. "They are all dresses!"
"And?"
"Grrr!" Ana growled, and ran into her room. Pulling out a black dress, that was a simple cut dress with a gold cord belt around her waist, she stripped off her wet clothes, and pulled on the undergarments and the dress. Figwit came in, and made her sit in front of the vanity.
"I must teach you how to do your own hair, in an elvish style." He grumbled, as he did her hair in tradnatial elvish lady hairdo, done up by antiqe gold clasps.
Ana helped him strip, and get into a dark grey tunic. "My handsome guy." She grinned, as she finshed.
"My enchanting lady." He smiled, and kissed her. "Let us prepare breckfast. Your ears may not have heard our guests...but mine did. They will need food."
Back to the hot oven, and Ana started to make french toast, with the egg mix, cinnamion, nutmeg and allspice. (A.N: It tastes good...i cant eat real food right now, so i kinda dream about food in this chapter). The smell drew out Boromir and Lori, both with very swollen lips, and tousled hair.
"Morning." Ana called cheerfuly. "How did you sleep?"
"Sleep?" Lori looked confused, then grinned sheepsly. "Oh! Sleep! Uhh..Sleep is goo...Sleep was good."
"Yes. Sleep was good." Boromir chimed in. "Good eating, whats for smells?"
"Huh."
Boromir blushed, and tried again. "Good smells, whats for eating?"
"French toast. With Orange juice."
Lori sat down at the table, and rested her head on her arms. "Sounds good. Coffee?"
"There is a feast tonight." Ana sat down next to her. "I'm going to Arwen's today, to borrow a gown for tonight. Wanna come?"
Lori mumbled something that sounded like; "Don wanna go to school...sick...sleep good..shhh!"
"Prehaps I should let her sleep for the morning." Boromir picked her up. "We were...talking...all night."
"I wait, I guess." Ana sighed. "Should I eat your food as well?"
"No!" Boromir grinned, as he stood with Lori in his arms. "I'll eat mine, and Lori's..."
"Right." Ana watched them go, and went to Figwit in front of the oven.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
It had stopped raining by early afternoon, so a groucy Lori, and Ana walked along the path to Arwen's chamber.
"Ana? Lori?" A voice called. A man's voice.
"Who are you?"
The man gripped Ana's arm. "The man who will take you away. Far away."
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Ana got dressed in the silken fabric, her mind on the man in the woods just outside of Rivendel. The dress was beautiful enough, pale blue and pale purple, a fitted bodice, long white gloves, and little crystals along the edges of the neckline, scattered along the skirt, and the gloves. But for some reason, that man distracted her...
Lori inturruped her thoughts. "Who was he?"
"I don't know Lori...We'll just try to avoid him tonight. No eye contact, no nothing."
"Easer said than done." Lori sighed. "How do I look?"
Ana smiled at that. Lori was dressed in Arwen's smaller dresses. It was dark, had a rose-gold belt made in cobwebs, and like Ana's had little crystals dotted about. The gloves were thin lace, in the patten of cobwebs.
"You look fine. Boromir will have to be held back."
"From what?" Lori gave her an innocent look.
"Ripping it off you, where ever you are." Ana grinned. She kissed Uuneaor, and gave him to the servent waiting. "Lets go."
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"Frazzled!" Ana screamed, as she flung the door to the parlor open. She started to rummage through the boxes from her world, muttering angrly. "I am not frazzled! I am tired...aha!
In triumph, she held up a small bag of choclote covered coffee beans. "I won't be tired for much longer!"
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Figwit cauiously pushed the door to the 'lounge room' as Ana called it, hearing loud singing, swearing, and banging.
Ana was jumping from chair to chair, her hair tied back, a table cloth around her neck, and singing. Three empty packets lay abandanaed in the middle of the room.
"We are the ones who want to choose! Always want to play, but you never want to loose! lalalala lalalala areils in the sky, when you forgotten the words, you realise life is a waterfall, we drink from the water and put up our walls. swimming to the point...forgotten more words! we are the ones, always want to go, never want to stay! ...something, lalalalala...."
At this point Ana jumped on the table and spotted Figwit. She pulled out a walking stick, and pointed it at him. "Halt, evil insulting one!" She stepped down, and circled him. "Ogggaa Chugga Ogggaa Chugga Ogggaa Chugga Ogggaa Chugga..."
"Ana..."
"I am not Ana!" She shrieked, and jumped back on the table. "I am thy coffee chocolate priestess! Woriship thy chocolate covered coffee beans, evil insulting one."
"Oh Valar..." Figwit followed her around the room. "Ana, you told me you wouldn't eat any more than five chocolate covered coffee beans in one time..." He ducked a packet of tealeafs.
Ana giggled, as he grabbed her. "Evil insulting one, take thy hands off me!"
"Errr..." Figwit let go in shock as she licked his arm, and started nibbling at whatever was in reach.
"Mmm...tasty." She giggled.
"Ana." Figwit sighed, but smiled as she stood back, giving him that evil grin.
"So, what do people do around here for fun?"
"There is a feast tomorrow eve, held by Lord Elrond." Figwit answered, and sat back in a cushy chair. "But you have no gown made yet."
"Arwen could lend me one." Ana smiled. "And Lori."
"No..." Figwit stiffened. "Not Lori..."
Ana kicked him half-heartly, and nodded. "Lori dosnt go, I don't go. Very simple."
Figwit slumped in defeat. "Melamin, I could never refuse you."
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
At the exact time, a middle aged couple stood in Lord Elrond's study, stiff and proper. Elrond joined them soon after arival, for they had news he had not wanted or expected.
"We are Ana, Antonia and Lori's parents." The man held out his hand to the elf lord, who took it stiffly. "They ran away, with the intent to marry high ranking men."
"Impossible!" Elrond exclaimed. "They come from a far away place."
"Tis is sad really." The woman sighed. "Brilliant minds, my daughters do have. But they choose to use it for wrong, and self-gain, instead of for good and peace."
Elrond sank into a chair, and guestered to the other two. "How long have they been missing?"
"Many years now. We only heard latly, and came quickly before they could con a poor man into marrige." The woman sniffed, and dabbed her eyes with a lace hankychief. "I miss my daughers, truely. But they are terrible liers."
"Tell me, where is my eldest, Antonia? She has a husband waiting, back in Rohan." The man asked, putting an arm around his 'wife'. "Terrible for him. Not rich in coin, but in heart. Twas left on the wedding night, waiting."
"I'm not sure I can belive this." Lord Elrond studied them. "Discripe Ana, Lori and Antonia."
"Antonia is tallish for a lady. She has golden brown hair, with little streaks of gold, when in sunlight. She plays an instrument, that is very special to her, and to me, for it was my mothers." The women started.
"Lori is the youngest. She takes keenly after my side of the family, as you can obviouly see." The man nodded, as Elrond nodded slowly. "Never lacking a song, and a bright eyed lass."
"And Ana is the middle aged one. Golden haired, blue eyed, innoccent as a lamb in spring to the unknowing eye. But she has always dreamed of silk dresses, and servents. She cannot, and will not cook. Still very childish." The woman sniffed again. "I thought her traits were charming. But now..." Tears leaked out of her eyes, and she cut off, looking away.
Elrond sighed heavly. "Tis a hard thing to accept, Madam, Sir. They have been with us for many a season now, and all three are married in body, and spirt. Soon the formal arangements were to be made."
"Married! To whom?"
"Ana is to become Lady Ana, bride of Lord Figwit. Lori, Lady Lorianne to...a Lord of Gondor. And Antonia is to become Princess Antonia, wife of Prince Legolas of Mirkwood."
"We are too late!" The women exclaimed, and burst into tears. "Oh, the poor men! How painfull it will be to discover the truth! To take away their brides!"
"There there, Wenya." The man patted her on the back. "If our daughters are not yet married, then we will not have to worry about basteds."
Elrond stiffened. "I am afraid..."
"There is a basted!" Another wail from Wenya.
"In elvish ways, his parents are married, Madam." Elrond could feel his elvish good temper vanishing as she made it obvious she didn't belive one word.
"Oh, the poor child!"
"When can we see our daughters?"
"Antonia is away currently...for a long time." Elrond still was in disbelif. "But tomorrow night, I shall hold a feast. Let us see how they react to your appearince, before I make judgement. If they are truley your offspring, they shall leave that very night. If not, I shall banish you from this house. But for now, you remain guests. Please follow the servent to your room."
A servent came in, and nodded at Elrond, as the two elves exchanged something privatly.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Ana woke in Figwit's arms. She blinked, as she noticed his eyes were open...
"Figwit?" She whispered, then rememered. Elves slept with their eyes open. Strange.
He blinked, and smiled. "Morning, milady. Cooked breckfast?"
"Figwit..."
"I will help, I will help." He chuckled, and stood with her. "How is our child, this moring?"
Ana peeked over the edge. Uuneaor slept. "Like an angel. Must be tired after keeping us apart."
Figwit kissed her hand. "If he is bad now, imagine two years. He shall be talking, yelling, learning the daggor..."
"At two and a little over a half?!" Ana followed him out to the kitchen.
"I told you last night, melamin. Elves grow quickly." Figwit pushed wood into the stove, as Ana ran outside for eggs, from the chickens.
She came back, drenched. "It's raining."
"Eggs?"
Ana pouted, and ran back outside. After ten minuites, she came back, looking like she went for a swim. She moodly stomped in, put eight eggs in a wooden bowl, and glared at him. "I'm cold."
Figwit laughed. "Go get into some day-clothes Ana, I'll start the fire."
Ana ran into their room, and looked into her wardrobe. She stomped back out again. "They are all dresses!"
"And?"
"Grrr!" Ana growled, and ran into her room. Pulling out a black dress, that was a simple cut dress with a gold cord belt around her waist, she stripped off her wet clothes, and pulled on the undergarments and the dress. Figwit came in, and made her sit in front of the vanity.
"I must teach you how to do your own hair, in an elvish style." He grumbled, as he did her hair in tradnatial elvish lady hairdo, done up by antiqe gold clasps.
Ana helped him strip, and get into a dark grey tunic. "My handsome guy." She grinned, as she finshed.
"My enchanting lady." He smiled, and kissed her. "Let us prepare breckfast. Your ears may not have heard our guests...but mine did. They will need food."
Back to the hot oven, and Ana started to make french toast, with the egg mix, cinnamion, nutmeg and allspice. (A.N: It tastes good...i cant eat real food right now, so i kinda dream about food in this chapter). The smell drew out Boromir and Lori, both with very swollen lips, and tousled hair.
"Morning." Ana called cheerfuly. "How did you sleep?"
"Sleep?" Lori looked confused, then grinned sheepsly. "Oh! Sleep! Uhh..Sleep is goo...Sleep was good."
"Yes. Sleep was good." Boromir chimed in. "Good eating, whats for smells?"
"Huh."
Boromir blushed, and tried again. "Good smells, whats for eating?"
"French toast. With Orange juice."
Lori sat down at the table, and rested her head on her arms. "Sounds good. Coffee?"
"There is a feast tonight." Ana sat down next to her. "I'm going to Arwen's today, to borrow a gown for tonight. Wanna come?"
Lori mumbled something that sounded like; "Don wanna go to school...sick...sleep good..shhh!"
"Prehaps I should let her sleep for the morning." Boromir picked her up. "We were...talking...all night."
"I wait, I guess." Ana sighed. "Should I eat your food as well?"
"No!" Boromir grinned, as he stood with Lori in his arms. "I'll eat mine, and Lori's..."
"Right." Ana watched them go, and went to Figwit in front of the oven.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
It had stopped raining by early afternoon, so a groucy Lori, and Ana walked along the path to Arwen's chamber.
"Ana? Lori?" A voice called. A man's voice.
"Who are you?"
The man gripped Ana's arm. "The man who will take you away. Far away."
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
Ana got dressed in the silken fabric, her mind on the man in the woods just outside of Rivendel. The dress was beautiful enough, pale blue and pale purple, a fitted bodice, long white gloves, and little crystals along the edges of the neckline, scattered along the skirt, and the gloves. But for some reason, that man distracted her...
Lori inturruped her thoughts. "Who was he?"
"I don't know Lori...We'll just try to avoid him tonight. No eye contact, no nothing."
"Easer said than done." Lori sighed. "How do I look?"
Ana smiled at that. Lori was dressed in Arwen's smaller dresses. It was dark, had a rose-gold belt made in cobwebs, and like Ana's had little crystals dotted about. The gloves were thin lace, in the patten of cobwebs.
"You look fine. Boromir will have to be held back."
"From what?" Lori gave her an innocent look.
"Ripping it off you, where ever you are." Ana grinned. She kissed Uuneaor, and gave him to the servent waiting. "Lets go."