Disclaimer: Dont own them! So there!
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Figwit and Boromir just stared at the two girls as they walked into the entrance hall. No, gaped openly was a better way to discribe it, and Ana had to shut Figwit's jaw.
"You look..." Boromir gripped Lori's waist, drolling.
"Pretty?"
Boromir shook his head.
"Nice?"
Another shake of his head. He stuttered out; "Breathtaking. Uhh..we'll be right back..."
He went to lead Lori out of the room, only Ana grabbed his arm. "You can shag like rabbits later Boromir. Feast now. Shag later."
Blushing, Boromir nodded, and took Lori's arm. "My lady, let us go."
Lori giggled, and waved as they started away, Figwit and Ana following.
All the paths in Rivendel had been lit with floating candels in glass, held up by iron frames, with seanted oils drifting in the warm still air.
"Tis Lord Elrohir and Lord Elladan's birthday." Figwit commented. "Usually a elf's birthday is not celebrated so, but they have been gone for many a month hunting orcs, and living with the elves of Mirkwood. Elrond and Arwen have has missed them"
"Birthday!" Ana stopped. "Do I need a present?"
"No, melamin, only your presence is needed." Figwit took her arm, and started foward again. "You must know, tonight you sit as my wife, as Lori sits as Boromir's wife."
"Yay!" Ana smiled. "So, no glares?"
"None."
In the great northan hall, they were escorted to sit at Lord Elrond's exculive (and rather long) table. Boromir and Lori sat nearby in front of them at the table. The tables were white wood, with silverwear, tall candals of white and blue lighting the room, and the smell of mingled flowers, just after rain smell, and water.
The guests were...beautiful. Lords and Ladys, Elves with raven hair, silver hair, golden hair, and black hair, important men (although there were fewer than elves), and one elderly hobbit, Bilbo.
Lord Elrond came in, with Arwen on his arm, and his sons Elrohir & Elladan following. Everyone stood, their heads lowered, until the four were seated at the head of the table.
"I welcome you all." Lord Elrond stood, and smiled warmly at the guests. "Let the feast start."
Ana grinned as the meals were brought, but Lori gave a pout when Boromir told the servent not to let her drink an achololic drink
"Let you drink?" Boromir laughed as she reached for his glass. "Later, my love."
Ana froze as her eyes fell on the man from before. He glared at her, and she froze, and quickly looked away.
"Ana?" Figwit took her hand under the table. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Ana smiled at him, and gulped down an entire goblet of Evermead.
Lori looked back, and saw the man. She paled, and turned back. "Oh. I understand."
Elrond stared at them, and at the man who nodded, frowning. He nodded curtly, and went back to his wine.
Finally, it was time for dancing and music. Elrond, Arwen, Elrohir & Elladan led them into the hall. Ana gulped down another glass of Evermead, as she caught the man glaring at her again. Lori grabbed a glass of Evermead off a tray, and sprinted off before the servent, or Boromir could stop her, with a plate of food on the other hand.
Elrond took Ana's hand, and led her into a smaller room off the side of the hall.
"Hiya Elrond!" Ana grinned, but he just frowned at her, and crossed his arms.
"Ana."
"What's wrong?" Ana frowned, as his eyes narrowed. Lori came in, led by a servent, looking a little guilty.
"Elrond, I just wanted..."
"Quit! I knew...I knew from the start, and yet I let my feelings in the way." Elrond snapped"Master Olpion, Mistress Wenya, come in."
The man came in, and looked at them cooly. "Ana. Lori."
"Who are you?" Ana looked over at them.
"Ana!" The woman slapped her. "Do not speak to us in that tone!"
"Hey! Elrond..."
"You have no authority to speak to me in such an personal way, Miss Ana." Elrond replied. "To you I am Lord Elrond."
"Okayy..." Ana raised her eyebrows. "Lord Elrond. Who are these people?"
Another slap, and the man took her arm tightly. "You know very well who we are, miss. Home tonight. With the basted child of yours, the poor father should not be burdened with it."
"Home?" Lori pushed him off Ana. "Home is...up a hill...and in another world."
"You see?" Wenya grabbed Lori's wrist. "She admits to living up a hill! Home, child. Where we will marry you off soon, to hide the shame."
"I will inform Lord Figwit, and Lord Boromir of thy discrace, and decitfulness, Miss Ana, Miss Lorianne." Elrond dismissed them curtly. "Tonight, you shall return to your truthful homes, and I shall relise Lady Jalinania. You are lucky we will not take further actions on thy false accusations on a fellow elf."
Ana went to argue, but felt her eyelids droop.
"We have laced your drinks with sleeping draughts. Tomorrow you shall be where you belong, and..."
Ana and Lori didn't hear the end, both flopping down.
"Take them to the cart." The man snapped to two waiting servents. "Tie them up. Take the damm child, and put it in with the clothes of those two."
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Ana woke to voices, only she couldn't see a thing.
"Where will we keep them?"
"They will make good servents. We will break them easily."
"And the child?"
"I am sure we can find a servent to raise it...ugly thing. Can't understand why it has been alowed to live so far."
"We could rid ourselves of it."
"No, sister. The father might, and this I doubt, come to claim it, if he ever finds us. And one armed or not, It shall make a fine servent. Or prehaps I will sell it when it is older."
"Father claim it..." Merry laugher was heard. "I doubt it!"
Ana groaned, and felt movement.
"The pretty golden haired one is awake."
"Kick it."
A swift kick to the head, and Ana passed out.
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Figwit and Boromir just stared at the two girls as they walked into the entrance hall. No, gaped openly was a better way to discribe it, and Ana had to shut Figwit's jaw.
"You look..." Boromir gripped Lori's waist, drolling.
"Pretty?"
Boromir shook his head.
"Nice?"
Another shake of his head. He stuttered out; "Breathtaking. Uhh..we'll be right back..."
He went to lead Lori out of the room, only Ana grabbed his arm. "You can shag like rabbits later Boromir. Feast now. Shag later."
Blushing, Boromir nodded, and took Lori's arm. "My lady, let us go."
Lori giggled, and waved as they started away, Figwit and Ana following.
All the paths in Rivendel had been lit with floating candels in glass, held up by iron frames, with seanted oils drifting in the warm still air.
"Tis Lord Elrohir and Lord Elladan's birthday." Figwit commented. "Usually a elf's birthday is not celebrated so, but they have been gone for many a month hunting orcs, and living with the elves of Mirkwood. Elrond and Arwen have has missed them"
"Birthday!" Ana stopped. "Do I need a present?"
"No, melamin, only your presence is needed." Figwit took her arm, and started foward again. "You must know, tonight you sit as my wife, as Lori sits as Boromir's wife."
"Yay!" Ana smiled. "So, no glares?"
"None."
In the great northan hall, they were escorted to sit at Lord Elrond's exculive (and rather long) table. Boromir and Lori sat nearby in front of them at the table. The tables were white wood, with silverwear, tall candals of white and blue lighting the room, and the smell of mingled flowers, just after rain smell, and water.
The guests were...beautiful. Lords and Ladys, Elves with raven hair, silver hair, golden hair, and black hair, important men (although there were fewer than elves), and one elderly hobbit, Bilbo.
Lord Elrond came in, with Arwen on his arm, and his sons Elrohir & Elladan following. Everyone stood, their heads lowered, until the four were seated at the head of the table.
"I welcome you all." Lord Elrond stood, and smiled warmly at the guests. "Let the feast start."
Ana grinned as the meals were brought, but Lori gave a pout when Boromir told the servent not to let her drink an achololic drink
"Let you drink?" Boromir laughed as she reached for his glass. "Later, my love."
Ana froze as her eyes fell on the man from before. He glared at her, and she froze, and quickly looked away.
"Ana?" Figwit took her hand under the table. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Ana smiled at him, and gulped down an entire goblet of Evermead.
Lori looked back, and saw the man. She paled, and turned back. "Oh. I understand."
Elrond stared at them, and at the man who nodded, frowning. He nodded curtly, and went back to his wine.
Finally, it was time for dancing and music. Elrond, Arwen, Elrohir & Elladan led them into the hall. Ana gulped down another glass of Evermead, as she caught the man glaring at her again. Lori grabbed a glass of Evermead off a tray, and sprinted off before the servent, or Boromir could stop her, with a plate of food on the other hand.
Elrond took Ana's hand, and led her into a smaller room off the side of the hall.
"Hiya Elrond!" Ana grinned, but he just frowned at her, and crossed his arms.
"Ana."
"What's wrong?" Ana frowned, as his eyes narrowed. Lori came in, led by a servent, looking a little guilty.
"Elrond, I just wanted..."
"Quit! I knew...I knew from the start, and yet I let my feelings in the way." Elrond snapped"Master Olpion, Mistress Wenya, come in."
The man came in, and looked at them cooly. "Ana. Lori."
"Who are you?" Ana looked over at them.
"Ana!" The woman slapped her. "Do not speak to us in that tone!"
"Hey! Elrond..."
"You have no authority to speak to me in such an personal way, Miss Ana." Elrond replied. "To you I am Lord Elrond."
"Okayy..." Ana raised her eyebrows. "Lord Elrond. Who are these people?"
Another slap, and the man took her arm tightly. "You know very well who we are, miss. Home tonight. With the basted child of yours, the poor father should not be burdened with it."
"Home?" Lori pushed him off Ana. "Home is...up a hill...and in another world."
"You see?" Wenya grabbed Lori's wrist. "She admits to living up a hill! Home, child. Where we will marry you off soon, to hide the shame."
"I will inform Lord Figwit, and Lord Boromir of thy discrace, and decitfulness, Miss Ana, Miss Lorianne." Elrond dismissed them curtly. "Tonight, you shall return to your truthful homes, and I shall relise Lady Jalinania. You are lucky we will not take further actions on thy false accusations on a fellow elf."
Ana went to argue, but felt her eyelids droop.
"We have laced your drinks with sleeping draughts. Tomorrow you shall be where you belong, and..."
Ana and Lori didn't hear the end, both flopping down.
"Take them to the cart." The man snapped to two waiting servents. "Tie them up. Take the damm child, and put it in with the clothes of those two."
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Ana woke to voices, only she couldn't see a thing.
"Where will we keep them?"
"They will make good servents. We will break them easily."
"And the child?"
"I am sure we can find a servent to raise it...ugly thing. Can't understand why it has been alowed to live so far."
"We could rid ourselves of it."
"No, sister. The father might, and this I doubt, come to claim it, if he ever finds us. And one armed or not, It shall make a fine servent. Or prehaps I will sell it when it is older."
"Father claim it..." Merry laugher was heard. "I doubt it!"
Ana groaned, and felt movement.
"The pretty golden haired one is awake."
"Kick it."
A swift kick to the head, and Ana passed out.