Disclaimer: Don't own Tolkin's stuff. Hell, I don't even own the little finger on Pippin! Or thy famous mushrooms that thy hobbits obsess over! What a sad world.
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Boromir threw a pillow against the wall, and it exploded in a cloud of feathers and ripped fabric.
"Boromir, calm yourself." Figwit put on his belt, with his sword in the corner.
"How can I calm myself, when Lori is out there?" Boromir growled, and a mirror shattered.
Figwit made Boromir sit in a richly carved chair. "Sit here. Wait."
"For what!" Boromir stood, and started pacing. "Elrond to grow a brain?"
"Boromir! Shush that tongue! We wait for Elrohir and Elladan, as you know." Figwit answered, looking outside the thick embodied curtains. "They are meeting us here."
The door slammed, and Arwen came in. She looked around at the now almost ruined room. Figwit noticed the haunted look on her face.
"What's wrong, Mellonamin?"
"Father has asked me to leave Rivendel." Arwen answered, and changed the subject. "What happened?"
"Boromir's temper." Figwit nodded over to where Boromir had taken to stabbing a slashed pillow.
"Amin n'rangwa edanea." //I don't understand these humans.// Arwen smiled. "Tis a good trait, I think."
"At least in some, who do not have Boromir's temper." Figwit pushed Boromir down onto the floor. "Sit Boromir."
"I'm coming with you." Arwen changed the subject.
"Arwen...your father..." Figwit sighed. "He will kill me."
"I am not weak in battle, Figwit." Arwen nodded curtly at the short bow over her back, and the short sword at her hip. "Father has been wrong in many things as of late."
"Amin sinta thaliolle e dagor. Valar knows, you have often given me a nick, from your sword." //I know your strength in battle// Figwit sighed. "But with the war of the ring, perhaps you should stay. According to Ana, Aragorn will want to see you soon."
"You are most likely right." Arwen's face clouded at the last word, but nodded. "Father thinks he will not return."
"What do you think?" Figwit asked, but was interrupted by a string of curses from Boromir.
Boromir stood and a vase shattered.
"Come on, we must go now!" He burst out, his face going red from anger. "Elves and their...laziness!"
A voice called back from outside.
"Let us go then."
The three came out, to where Elrohir and Elladan were mounted on horses, and holding another two. Arwen smiled as their eyebrows raised at her, and gracefully leapt on her horse. Figwit did the same, and Boromir got up roughly.
"About time." Boromir grumbled, and the five were off, up the path leading away from Rivendel.
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Ana woke, with a start. Her limbs were aching, her neck sore, and the floor was cold and hard. And dirty. In fact, Ana couldn't see anything not dirty, in the tiny room, in the dim half-light. Even herself, and Lori were dirty, the same shade of dull grays and browns, apart from angry bruises showing beneath cloth.
"Ello." Lori mumbled, and sat up a little more. "I bet your wondering, What's a place like me, doing in a girl like this?"
Ana rolled her eyes. "I have an idea...."
"Ahhh." Lori rubbed her temples. "I don't. Where are we?"
Ana stood, shaking, and looked out the window. "I can see...a stone yard."
"Wow, what a view. We got what we paid for, that's for sure." Lori frowned, as she started to dust her clothes off.
Ana's eyes widened. "Ean! Where is my baby!"
Lori stood up. "We'll find out soon."
"Soon...is...not...good...enough." Ana growled, tensing up, and looking towards the door. "I'm leaking milk. And you know what that means?"
"What..."
"He hasn't been fed for a while." Ana gave the door a death-look, and clenched her fists. "And He is hungry now. And whoever has him, will die by Chinese torture methods..."
Lori gripped her arm. "He's probably fine."
"I am not the bloody submissive middle earthen wife. I WILL KILL!" Ana shrieked, as the door was given a good hard kick. "Bring me my baby! NOW!"
"Thank god you didn't have him in a hospital...the poor Nurses..." Lori rolled her eyes, as Ana started to kick the door.
The door swung open, hitting Ana in the leg. A tall elderly man looked down at her, and thrust Uuneaor in her arms.
"I have bought you. You now belong to me, and will refer to me as Master." He spoke clearly, his tone sending shivers down their spines. "Feed the infant, girl! Don't stand there gaping like a Fish out of water!"
Ana looked the man up and down, and smirked as she saw his long white nails. "May I ask a question, 'Master'?"
He gave her a look that would have probably been better at a squashed snail, at the bottom of his boot. "Make it quick, girl."
"Who does your nails?" She smirked, and his face clouded.
A slap was her answer.
"Ok, thanks for the tip."
Another slap.
"I expect you to follow your duties, as ordered. Try not to escape, for this tower is well guarded by many a foul and evil creature."
"Who are you?" Lori grumbled.
He looked at Lori, and a piece of loose stone threw itself at her legs, sending her sprawling.
"To you, I am Master." He answered.
"Uhh...huh. Good." Ana picked Lori up, who glared.
"We have powerful boyfriends, and you...you are going to feel their wrath!"
"What she said!" Ana threw a stone at him, which rebounded off his clothes.
He gave them a amused look, and left the cell.
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"How long have we been sitting here?" Lori asked, and Ana let out a long suffering groan.
"Five seconds more since you asked last time!"
Lori sighed, and picked up Uuneaor. "My turn to play with the baby."
Ana stood, and started to draw a hopscotch on the ground with a stone. "I'll play this."
"Babies are much better." Lori started to coo at Uuneaor, who giggled.
"Have two, lose one, and then tell me that." Ana answered, and started to play hopscotch.
Lori rolled her eyes, and started to play hide and seek. It consisted of the 'beds' (which were more concrete slabs raised), the single, almost broken stool, and the stones. Luckily, Uuneaor considered it hilarious, and spent over a hour beaming, or giggling.
Finally, his face, especially the cheeks, begin to go red.
"He's tired." Ana came, and sat next to Lori.
"How can you tell?" Lori peered at the baby.
"His face goes red, when he tires." Ana smiled affectingly at the baby, and stroked his chubby cheek. "It's a family trait. Toni and I do it too. Speaking of which, where do you think she is now?"
"I don't know. The day we returned, The Two Towers came out, so..." Lori gave Uuneaor to Ana, who started feeding him.
"Really? We should have taken Boromir and Figgy, and Arwen. That would have been a laugh."
"What, people swamping them for autographs? They look incredibly like the actors and actresses."
"No, Arwen here has longer hair. And she's prettier. Much, much prettier. You saw Frodo at the Hall of fire banquet, didn't you?" Ana sighed, as Lori shook her head. "...oh. You didn't..."
"Nope, what did he look like?"
"Like Boromir did around the ring, in the movie. One glance at her, and he was gone into fantasy world..." Ana giggled, as she remembered his staring. "All night...she was the thing he stared at..."
"Well, Boromir is much, much more handsome here." Lori smiled, as her mind wandered. "And more fun. And sweeter. And…"
"Better?" Ana interrupted, and Lori nodded.
"Yes."
"You know, when I saw Figgy in the movie, I thought he was one of Elrond's twins...you know, Elladan and Elrohir?"
"Same." Lori turned to where Ana was sitting. "Ana, why is his name Figwit?"
"Well, his real name is Malfanaion." Ana rolled her eyes. "But he used to be obsessed with Figs as a boy, and all he would eat was Figs. So, they gave him the nickname of Figwit, and it's stuck. People now call him Figwit, or Lord Figwit, except for that obsessive bitch...Lori!"
"What!" Lori looked up.
"Do you think she has anything to do with this?"
"Probably."
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Boromir's horse seemed to share his mood. It pranced, and reared, and had to be held in, by an impatient Boromir.
"Come!" He called, to the calmer Elves, behind him. "Can you not understand? We must hurry!"
"All in good time, Lord of Gondor." Elladan calmly replied. "Lye anta est." //We need to rest//
They were on their third day of riding, and had tracked the girls to a slave market hidden in the hills, not more than half a day's ride from their position.
Never the less, the elves set their pace faster, after quietly muttering to each other in elvish.
And, soon the slave market came into view.
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Boromir threw a pillow against the wall, and it exploded in a cloud of feathers and ripped fabric.
"Boromir, calm yourself." Figwit put on his belt, with his sword in the corner.
"How can I calm myself, when Lori is out there?" Boromir growled, and a mirror shattered.
Figwit made Boromir sit in a richly carved chair. "Sit here. Wait."
"For what!" Boromir stood, and started pacing. "Elrond to grow a brain?"
"Boromir! Shush that tongue! We wait for Elrohir and Elladan, as you know." Figwit answered, looking outside the thick embodied curtains. "They are meeting us here."
The door slammed, and Arwen came in. She looked around at the now almost ruined room. Figwit noticed the haunted look on her face.
"What's wrong, Mellonamin?"
"Father has asked me to leave Rivendel." Arwen answered, and changed the subject. "What happened?"
"Boromir's temper." Figwit nodded over to where Boromir had taken to stabbing a slashed pillow.
"Amin n'rangwa edanea." //I don't understand these humans.// Arwen smiled. "Tis a good trait, I think."
"At least in some, who do not have Boromir's temper." Figwit pushed Boromir down onto the floor. "Sit Boromir."
"I'm coming with you." Arwen changed the subject.
"Arwen...your father..." Figwit sighed. "He will kill me."
"I am not weak in battle, Figwit." Arwen nodded curtly at the short bow over her back, and the short sword at her hip. "Father has been wrong in many things as of late."
"Amin sinta thaliolle e dagor. Valar knows, you have often given me a nick, from your sword." //I know your strength in battle// Figwit sighed. "But with the war of the ring, perhaps you should stay. According to Ana, Aragorn will want to see you soon."
"You are most likely right." Arwen's face clouded at the last word, but nodded. "Father thinks he will not return."
"What do you think?" Figwit asked, but was interrupted by a string of curses from Boromir.
Boromir stood and a vase shattered.
"Come on, we must go now!" He burst out, his face going red from anger. "Elves and their...laziness!"
A voice called back from outside.
"Let us go then."
The three came out, to where Elrohir and Elladan were mounted on horses, and holding another two. Arwen smiled as their eyebrows raised at her, and gracefully leapt on her horse. Figwit did the same, and Boromir got up roughly.
"About time." Boromir grumbled, and the five were off, up the path leading away from Rivendel.
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Ana woke, with a start. Her limbs were aching, her neck sore, and the floor was cold and hard. And dirty. In fact, Ana couldn't see anything not dirty, in the tiny room, in the dim half-light. Even herself, and Lori were dirty, the same shade of dull grays and browns, apart from angry bruises showing beneath cloth.
"Ello." Lori mumbled, and sat up a little more. "I bet your wondering, What's a place like me, doing in a girl like this?"
Ana rolled her eyes. "I have an idea...."
"Ahhh." Lori rubbed her temples. "I don't. Where are we?"
Ana stood, shaking, and looked out the window. "I can see...a stone yard."
"Wow, what a view. We got what we paid for, that's for sure." Lori frowned, as she started to dust her clothes off.
Ana's eyes widened. "Ean! Where is my baby!"
Lori stood up. "We'll find out soon."
"Soon...is...not...good...enough." Ana growled, tensing up, and looking towards the door. "I'm leaking milk. And you know what that means?"
"What..."
"He hasn't been fed for a while." Ana gave the door a death-look, and clenched her fists. "And He is hungry now. And whoever has him, will die by Chinese torture methods..."
Lori gripped her arm. "He's probably fine."
"I am not the bloody submissive middle earthen wife. I WILL KILL!" Ana shrieked, as the door was given a good hard kick. "Bring me my baby! NOW!"
"Thank god you didn't have him in a hospital...the poor Nurses..." Lori rolled her eyes, as Ana started to kick the door.
The door swung open, hitting Ana in the leg. A tall elderly man looked down at her, and thrust Uuneaor in her arms.
"I have bought you. You now belong to me, and will refer to me as Master." He spoke clearly, his tone sending shivers down their spines. "Feed the infant, girl! Don't stand there gaping like a Fish out of water!"
Ana looked the man up and down, and smirked as she saw his long white nails. "May I ask a question, 'Master'?"
He gave her a look that would have probably been better at a squashed snail, at the bottom of his boot. "Make it quick, girl."
"Who does your nails?" She smirked, and his face clouded.
A slap was her answer.
"Ok, thanks for the tip."
Another slap.
"I expect you to follow your duties, as ordered. Try not to escape, for this tower is well guarded by many a foul and evil creature."
"Who are you?" Lori grumbled.
He looked at Lori, and a piece of loose stone threw itself at her legs, sending her sprawling.
"To you, I am Master." He answered.
"Uhh...huh. Good." Ana picked Lori up, who glared.
"We have powerful boyfriends, and you...you are going to feel their wrath!"
"What she said!" Ana threw a stone at him, which rebounded off his clothes.
He gave them a amused look, and left the cell.
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"How long have we been sitting here?" Lori asked, and Ana let out a long suffering groan.
"Five seconds more since you asked last time!"
Lori sighed, and picked up Uuneaor. "My turn to play with the baby."
Ana stood, and started to draw a hopscotch on the ground with a stone. "I'll play this."
"Babies are much better." Lori started to coo at Uuneaor, who giggled.
"Have two, lose one, and then tell me that." Ana answered, and started to play hopscotch.
Lori rolled her eyes, and started to play hide and seek. It consisted of the 'beds' (which were more concrete slabs raised), the single, almost broken stool, and the stones. Luckily, Uuneaor considered it hilarious, and spent over a hour beaming, or giggling.
Finally, his face, especially the cheeks, begin to go red.
"He's tired." Ana came, and sat next to Lori.
"How can you tell?" Lori peered at the baby.
"His face goes red, when he tires." Ana smiled affectingly at the baby, and stroked his chubby cheek. "It's a family trait. Toni and I do it too. Speaking of which, where do you think she is now?"
"I don't know. The day we returned, The Two Towers came out, so..." Lori gave Uuneaor to Ana, who started feeding him.
"Really? We should have taken Boromir and Figgy, and Arwen. That would have been a laugh."
"What, people swamping them for autographs? They look incredibly like the actors and actresses."
"No, Arwen here has longer hair. And she's prettier. Much, much prettier. You saw Frodo at the Hall of fire banquet, didn't you?" Ana sighed, as Lori shook her head. "...oh. You didn't..."
"Nope, what did he look like?"
"Like Boromir did around the ring, in the movie. One glance at her, and he was gone into fantasy world..." Ana giggled, as she remembered his staring. "All night...she was the thing he stared at..."
"Well, Boromir is much, much more handsome here." Lori smiled, as her mind wandered. "And more fun. And sweeter. And…"
"Better?" Ana interrupted, and Lori nodded.
"Yes."
"You know, when I saw Figgy in the movie, I thought he was one of Elrond's twins...you know, Elladan and Elrohir?"
"Same." Lori turned to where Ana was sitting. "Ana, why is his name Figwit?"
"Well, his real name is Malfanaion." Ana rolled her eyes. "But he used to be obsessed with Figs as a boy, and all he would eat was Figs. So, they gave him the nickname of Figwit, and it's stuck. People now call him Figwit, or Lord Figwit, except for that obsessive bitch...Lori!"
"What!" Lori looked up.
"Do you think she has anything to do with this?"
"Probably."
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Boromir's horse seemed to share his mood. It pranced, and reared, and had to be held in, by an impatient Boromir.
"Come!" He called, to the calmer Elves, behind him. "Can you not understand? We must hurry!"
"All in good time, Lord of Gondor." Elladan calmly replied. "Lye anta est." //We need to rest//
They were on their third day of riding, and had tracked the girls to a slave market hidden in the hills, not more than half a day's ride from their position.
Never the less, the elves set their pace faster, after quietly muttering to each other in elvish.
And, soon the slave market came into view.