Disclaimer: Don't own the twins. So there!
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The first thing Elrohir saw was the woman, kneeling next to his brother, forcing mead down his throat. Her brown hair seemed to have blonde and streaks in it, as the firelight caught strands.
She looked up as he moved, and smiled. "'Quel undome." //Good evening//
"Quel undome." He sat up stiffly. "How is my brother?"
"Looking better." Standing, she came over. "Lle anta yulna en alu?" //Do you need a drink of water//
Elrohir smiled sheepsly, and replied. "Amin fauka. Can I help?" //I am thirsty//
"No, rest."Aranel brought over a mug of steaming tea, and sat next to him, holding hers in both her hands.
They sat like that for a while, watching the fire, both looking dreamy and relaxed until Elrohir turned to her.
"How is he really?" His face caught her look of surprise, before she sighed.
"Sick. He will need to rest, as will you."
Elrohir went to argue, but a yawn escaped, unusual for elves. He smiled, and nodded. "Prehaps you are right."
"Sleep." Aranel stood up, and gave him a extra blanket. "There is no need to worry tonight. The spiders and wargs will stay where it is warm.
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The day was bitter and cold. Aranel had dissapeared into the woods on her horse, early in the morning, leaving them only a note, and food.
Elladan picked it up, and read. "It will not snow for a few days, so it will be safe for you to return home today. Aa' lasser en lle coia orn n' omenta gurtha. Aranel." //May the leaves of your life tree never turn brown //
"She did not say goodbye?"
"Who is Aranel?" Elladan asked. "I remeber a sweet voice. Was it her?"
"Prehaps." Elrohir sat down on a rough chair, and looked around at the rough furnature, and the shabby place. "She is a half-elf...This is no place for a lady."
They fell quiet, listing to the sounds outside. Even with their elvish hearing, not a bird or animal could be heard.
"Tis a place no elf would enjoy living in." Elladan added. "Why does she live here, do you think?"
"Prehaps it is not for us to be wondering, brother."
"Prehaps." Elrohir sighed, as he looked around. "Shall we go home?"
"Aye."
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The first thing Elrohir saw was the woman, kneeling next to his brother, forcing mead down his throat. Her brown hair seemed to have blonde and streaks in it, as the firelight caught strands.
She looked up as he moved, and smiled. "'Quel undome." //Good evening//
"Quel undome." He sat up stiffly. "How is my brother?"
"Looking better." Standing, she came over. "Lle anta yulna en alu?" //Do you need a drink of water//
Elrohir smiled sheepsly, and replied. "Amin fauka. Can I help?" //I am thirsty//
"No, rest."Aranel brought over a mug of steaming tea, and sat next to him, holding hers in both her hands.
They sat like that for a while, watching the fire, both looking dreamy and relaxed until Elrohir turned to her.
"How is he really?" His face caught her look of surprise, before she sighed.
"Sick. He will need to rest, as will you."
Elrohir went to argue, but a yawn escaped, unusual for elves. He smiled, and nodded. "Prehaps you are right."
"Sleep." Aranel stood up, and gave him a extra blanket. "There is no need to worry tonight. The spiders and wargs will stay where it is warm.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
The day was bitter and cold. Aranel had dissapeared into the woods on her horse, early in the morning, leaving them only a note, and food.
Elladan picked it up, and read. "It will not snow for a few days, so it will be safe for you to return home today. Aa' lasser en lle coia orn n' omenta gurtha. Aranel." //May the leaves of your life tree never turn brown //
"She did not say goodbye?"
"Who is Aranel?" Elladan asked. "I remeber a sweet voice. Was it her?"
"Prehaps." Elrohir sat down on a rough chair, and looked around at the rough furnature, and the shabby place. "She is a half-elf...This is no place for a lady."
They fell quiet, listing to the sounds outside. Even with their elvish hearing, not a bird or animal could be heard.
"Tis a place no elf would enjoy living in." Elladan added. "Why does she live here, do you think?"
"Prehaps it is not for us to be wondering, brother."
"Prehaps." Elrohir sighed, as he looked around. "Shall we go home?"
"Aye."