Disclaimer: Don't own … Elrond.
Short, very overdue update. But. I have my muse back! All great now! ^_^
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Lori paced the other room quietly, after stuffing the baby in the closet. Not a very good place for him, but there was a couple of crazed elves outside with one of her best friends, and had been for the last 20 minutes.
Lori's eyes searched the darkened room, the only light coming from the moon that was rising. In the moonlight the room was eerie and beautiful, but it missed her gaze, her eyes searching for something her hubby had left her.
That sword.
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Lori stepped out, but the two elves and Ana had already gone. Lori gripped the sword tighter, and followed laughter and voices. In the bathroom.
The blonde elf hadn't heard her, too busy torturing Ana in the bath, and seemed to take a few seconds to realize there was a sword through her stomach from behind.
Lori gasped a little as warm blood splattered onto her, but she pulled the sword out of the dieing elf.
The other elf, the male, had noticed her by this point, and was scrambling in the bath to get up, the water and his naked limbs proving slippery. Lori's rage pumped through her and the blade. Right into his face and neck.
Ana found herself being yanked up out of a bath, from under something heavy. Lori's intense eyes peered at her from what seemed miles away, before she was pulled ungracefully from that room and into a different room, where she was left upon a bed. Lori's face was red...
Lori's breaths were harsh, as she pulled Ana out of the bloody room, and over to a couch.
'Lori?' Ana whispered quietly.
Lori wrapped a blanket over the other girl, before getting up to wipe blood off her face and arms.
'Yuck.' Lori muttered, looking at the bathroom. 'It looks like someone threw a couple of dead elves and red paint in there.'
Ana was asleep, and Lori didn't want to know what they'd done to her. She looked out of it anyhow. Lori decided to go to Elrond for help.
'Men. Never around when you need them!'
Short, very overdue update. But. I have my muse back! All great now! ^_^
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Lori paced the other room quietly, after stuffing the baby in the closet. Not a very good place for him, but there was a couple of crazed elves outside with one of her best friends, and had been for the last 20 minutes.
Lori's eyes searched the darkened room, the only light coming from the moon that was rising. In the moonlight the room was eerie and beautiful, but it missed her gaze, her eyes searching for something her hubby had left her.
That sword.
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Lori stepped out, but the two elves and Ana had already gone. Lori gripped the sword tighter, and followed laughter and voices. In the bathroom.
The blonde elf hadn't heard her, too busy torturing Ana in the bath, and seemed to take a few seconds to realize there was a sword through her stomach from behind.
Lori gasped a little as warm blood splattered onto her, but she pulled the sword out of the dieing elf.
The other elf, the male, had noticed her by this point, and was scrambling in the bath to get up, the water and his naked limbs proving slippery. Lori's rage pumped through her and the blade. Right into his face and neck.
Ana found herself being yanked up out of a bath, from under something heavy. Lori's intense eyes peered at her from what seemed miles away, before she was pulled ungracefully from that room and into a different room, where she was left upon a bed. Lori's face was red...
Lori's breaths were harsh, as she pulled Ana out of the bloody room, and over to a couch.
'Lori?' Ana whispered quietly.
Lori wrapped a blanket over the other girl, before getting up to wipe blood off her face and arms.
'Yuck.' Lori muttered, looking at the bathroom. 'It looks like someone threw a couple of dead elves and red paint in there.'
Ana was asleep, and Lori didn't want to know what they'd done to her. She looked out of it anyhow. Lori decided to go to Elrond for help.
'Men. Never around when you need them!'