Don't own it. No, I don't!
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Lori climbed to the tower on their estate and looked around. 'Now...If I scream for help in a place filled with elves that can hear almost everything...' She grinned a little. 'ELROND! HELP!'
The sound bounced around Rivendell, and Lori giggled a little. 'Perhaps it should have been Lord Elrond...Urgh! Damm blood!' She looked down, where the blood was making her gown stiffen.
Lori climbed back down the stairs after letting out a blood curling scream for good measure, and returned to where Ana lay on the couch. 'Ana?'
Only a mumble came back,
A couple of elves broke into the door at that moment before Lori could check Ana's wounds.
The tall one started babbling in Sindarin to her, while grabbing her wrist and forcing her to sit down. His cool gray eyes looked over Lori for any marks. His cool concerned gray eyes looked up at her and asked her something in Sindarin.
'I don't speak elvish...much...' Lori muttered, the rush of adrenaline wearing off. She suddenly felt very tired. 'Go to Ana, she's hurt.'
The gray eyed elf nodded, and kneeled beside Lori, taking her hand in his larger one. 'H'arn...you? Are you h'arn?'
Lori's eyes drooped a little, the fatigue setting in. 'No. I'm just sleepy...'She cut off with a yawn...And jolted up. 'The baby!'
To their surprise she ran out of the room and returned with a slightly upset half-elf on her arm. 'I had to hide him.'
The gray eyed elf came over, and brushed the curls out of the baby's face. 'Figwit's hên."
He took Uuneaour gently, and led Lori to one of the spare bedrooms. This elf had obviously been here many times before. 'îdh, Lori.'
Lori watched him lay the child carefully in the bed beside her, before shutting her heavy eyelids and giving in to the growing exhaustion.
Bright sunlight, flittering in through the open walls and semi-transparent curtains woke her hours later. She was dressed in a simple silken garment now, and clean. The baby was sitting on the floor, gurgling at a toy horse.
'Hello?' Lori called, a little weirded out by the new garment.
A elven woman came into the room, bringing a tray of food. 'Did you rest well?'
'I...must have. When did this happen?' Lori pointed to her dress.
'You do not remember? I bathed you before.' The elf laughed lightly, and sat beside Lori as she ate. 'But then you were very weary.'
'How is Ana?'
The pretty elf maiden's face dimmed. 'Not well, I'm afraid. She's had a rough life.'
'Yes....All in Middle Earth.' Lori rolled her eyes. 'Typical.'
'Of course middle earth. Where else?'
Lori blinked. 'No where.' She stood up, letting the silken fabric fall to her feet. 'Where is she?'
'Elrond's home.'
Lori walked to the wall, brushing aside the curtain to look down at Rivendell. 'What happened to her?'
'Nasty wounds and others. Things that will need healing...Elrond requests her child be brought to her later this eve.' The female elf left Lori quietly, leaving her to thoughts.
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Ana woke in a large bed, a baby sucking on her finger, and a pair of concerned dark eyes staring at her.
'Ana?'
'Good morning Lori.' She groaned, feeling stiff. 'How long did I sleep?'
'Three days, perhaps more if you fall asleep again.' Lori gave her a half-glare. 'I've been bored without you!'
'Flattered.' Ana shifted her weight onto the other side and winced. No...That side was no good. She shifted to the other side...And swore.
' I feel like I've been hit with a bloody truck.' She groaned, leaning on her back again. 'Any sign of our men?'
'None. But you and I did get some rather strange messages. Servants and horses. It appears our men are alive and looking for us.'
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Boromir literally fell off his horse from exhaustion and worry.
Figwit raised a dark eyebrow at him, throwing a blanket at him. 'Kaima.'
Boromir didn't need to be told twice. Soon he was deeply asleep, leaving Figwit to unsaddling his horse.
Figwit leaned against Boromir, seeking his warmth in the chilly night.
'Figwit?' Boromir mumbled. 'I need Lori...'
'And I need Ana...' Figwit chuckled. 'Men's problems. If I was with a elf, I would be fine.'
'An elf....?'
'Male elves have a way of dealing with ...such problems.'
'What?'
Figwit turned his face to Boromir's and pressed his lip on Boromir's gently. 'Ways...'
To Figwit's surprise, Boromir kissed back for a few seconds before breaking away. He looked very shocked, and stood up, moving to the other side with his blanket.
i'H'arn...Ana.' Lori attempted to get her tongue around the tricky wording. " There were 'um edhellens." /i
'Wounded....Ana.' "There were evil/bad elves."
iThe gray eyed elf came over, and brushed the curls out of the baby's face. 'Figwit's hên."/i
'Figwit's child.'
Haha. Bet you didn't expect that. But seriously, these are men. Horny buggers. And no, if there is severe outcry, that'll be the last of the loneliness. But then again, I like weird plot twists.
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Lori climbed to the tower on their estate and looked around. 'Now...If I scream for help in a place filled with elves that can hear almost everything...' She grinned a little. 'ELROND! HELP!'
The sound bounced around Rivendell, and Lori giggled a little. 'Perhaps it should have been Lord Elrond...Urgh! Damm blood!' She looked down, where the blood was making her gown stiffen.
Lori climbed back down the stairs after letting out a blood curling scream for good measure, and returned to where Ana lay on the couch. 'Ana?'
Only a mumble came back,
A couple of elves broke into the door at that moment before Lori could check Ana's wounds.
The tall one started babbling in Sindarin to her, while grabbing her wrist and forcing her to sit down. His cool gray eyes looked over Lori for any marks. His cool concerned gray eyes looked up at her and asked her something in Sindarin.
'I don't speak elvish...much...' Lori muttered, the rush of adrenaline wearing off. She suddenly felt very tired. 'Go to Ana, she's hurt.'
The gray eyed elf nodded, and kneeled beside Lori, taking her hand in his larger one. 'H'arn...you? Are you h'arn?'
Lori's eyes drooped a little, the fatigue setting in. 'No. I'm just sleepy...'She cut off with a yawn...And jolted up. 'The baby!'
To their surprise she ran out of the room and returned with a slightly upset half-elf on her arm. 'I had to hide him.'
The gray eyed elf came over, and brushed the curls out of the baby's face. 'Figwit's hên."
He took Uuneaour gently, and led Lori to one of the spare bedrooms. This elf had obviously been here many times before. 'îdh, Lori.'
Lori watched him lay the child carefully in the bed beside her, before shutting her heavy eyelids and giving in to the growing exhaustion.
Bright sunlight, flittering in through the open walls and semi-transparent curtains woke her hours later. She was dressed in a simple silken garment now, and clean. The baby was sitting on the floor, gurgling at a toy horse.
'Hello?' Lori called, a little weirded out by the new garment.
A elven woman came into the room, bringing a tray of food. 'Did you rest well?'
'I...must have. When did this happen?' Lori pointed to her dress.
'You do not remember? I bathed you before.' The elf laughed lightly, and sat beside Lori as she ate. 'But then you were very weary.'
'How is Ana?'
The pretty elf maiden's face dimmed. 'Not well, I'm afraid. She's had a rough life.'
'Yes....All in Middle Earth.' Lori rolled her eyes. 'Typical.'
'Of course middle earth. Where else?'
Lori blinked. 'No where.' She stood up, letting the silken fabric fall to her feet. 'Where is she?'
'Elrond's home.'
Lori walked to the wall, brushing aside the curtain to look down at Rivendell. 'What happened to her?'
'Nasty wounds and others. Things that will need healing...Elrond requests her child be brought to her later this eve.' The female elf left Lori quietly, leaving her to thoughts.
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Ana woke in a large bed, a baby sucking on her finger, and a pair of concerned dark eyes staring at her.
'Ana?'
'Good morning Lori.' She groaned, feeling stiff. 'How long did I sleep?'
'Three days, perhaps more if you fall asleep again.' Lori gave her a half-glare. 'I've been bored without you!'
'Flattered.' Ana shifted her weight onto the other side and winced. No...That side was no good. She shifted to the other side...And swore.
' I feel like I've been hit with a bloody truck.' She groaned, leaning on her back again. 'Any sign of our men?'
'None. But you and I did get some rather strange messages. Servants and horses. It appears our men are alive and looking for us.'
_______*_______
Boromir literally fell off his horse from exhaustion and worry.
Figwit raised a dark eyebrow at him, throwing a blanket at him. 'Kaima.'
Boromir didn't need to be told twice. Soon he was deeply asleep, leaving Figwit to unsaddling his horse.
Figwit leaned against Boromir, seeking his warmth in the chilly night.
'Figwit?' Boromir mumbled. 'I need Lori...'
'And I need Ana...' Figwit chuckled. 'Men's problems. If I was with a elf, I would be fine.'
'An elf....?'
'Male elves have a way of dealing with ...such problems.'
'What?'
Figwit turned his face to Boromir's and pressed his lip on Boromir's gently. 'Ways...'
To Figwit's surprise, Boromir kissed back for a few seconds before breaking away. He looked very shocked, and stood up, moving to the other side with his blanket.
i'H'arn...Ana.' Lori attempted to get her tongue around the tricky wording. " There were 'um edhellens." /i
'Wounded....Ana.' "There were evil/bad elves."
iThe gray eyed elf came over, and brushed the curls out of the baby's face. 'Figwit's hên."/i
'Figwit's child.'
Haha. Bet you didn't expect that. But seriously, these are men. Horny buggers. And no, if there is severe outcry, that'll be the last of the loneliness. But then again, I like weird plot twists.