Hello! Sorry for the wait, but it's spring break, and I haven't been all
that close to my computer...
Anyway, thanks to all my reviewers! Yes, even you, VladimirsAngel, even though Elrond had to remove an arrow from my butt. Haldir was laughing the entire time...
caz-baz: I used the words in the first paragraph ^_^ Man, you really seem to love your guitar. I wish I had a guitar...actually, no, I don't. I have no musical skill. Curious, but why Elrohir and not Elladan?
Isilwen-Telpefion: Mother brother is correct, for Theoden is Eowyn's mother's brother; I checked it with the PPC. Arwen and Legolas will continue, at least for now anyway. I am sorry, I have little control over the happenings of Adalea's part of the world, for her owner has threatened to hurt me if I do anything I should not. I do like your cunning plan...perhaps I will use it, only slightly modified *ponders, then starts to drool* Haldir dipped in chocolate and covered in whipped cream? Caramel- dipped Leggie? Only, we no like caramel...but still...that is tempting...By the By, have you considered reviewing un-signed? It makes it easier, just use your ID ^_~
Lily: *jumps around waving, as she is sugar high form the twinkie and chocolate Teddy Grahms* Thankee so much! I luv ya to! ^_^ Yes, I'll stop Faramir from banging his head against trees...he can roll in the dirt instead.
Once More, thanks to all my wonderful reviewers. Your what keeps this story going! That and my supply of sugar...andway, I hope everyone enjoys this! And please feel free to point out and spelling or grammar mistakes, mis- information, or anything of the like!
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Eowyn and Sefera leaned against the trunk of a tree, lazily watching the group of men and elves as they acted like...a bunch of egomaniac males.
That's how Sefera described it anyway, "A group of egotistical, horny males out to prove themselves to themselves. That way they can become legends, in their own narcissistic minds, even though everyone else hates them." It made sense to Sefera, but it confused the Valar out of Eowyn. Were men not born as legends in their own minds? Rather than try to work it out, the two had settled on a different activity...
"Halbarad or Aragorn?" Sefera asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Aragorn, most definitely," Eowyn replied, as of on impulse, a slight grin lighting her face as she compared the two.
"Great taste, I agree whole-heartedly."
Eowyn shifted slightly, "Elrond, or Denethor?"
"Eowyn, that's gross!" Sefera whined.
"I know it is. Still, which one?"
"You can't be serious"
"I'm very serious. Myself, I choose Denethor."
Sefera shook her head. "Well, I choose Elrond. I don't want my man to die before me."
Eowyn smiled, "Right, Sefera. It's your turn."
"Okay...uh...Haldir or...Legolas?"
Eowyn frowned, "That's a tough one..."
Both girls jumped as a very non-feminine voice answered: "Haldir, for sure!" The same voice snickered "Don't jump," from somewhere above them.
"What the Valar...Stupid elf!" snapped Eowyn, seizing a pinecone and hurling it at Haldir, who had perched himself on a branch over them. "How long have you been there?"
Haldir laughed as he blocked the missile with his hand, "I came in around 'Elrond or Denethor.'" He grinned rather evilly, "Rumor has it Denethor is looking for a mistress."
"Very funny," Eowyn made a face, "but I prefer younger men, thank-you- very-much."
"Faramir then?" Haldir asked knowingly. "He knows you like him."
"What? No he doesn't."
Both Haldir and Sefera rolled their eyes. "Why do you think he blushes every time you come near him?" Haldir asked.
"Well...I never thought about that," She glanced down at the ground. "Does he like me?"
"It's debatable," Sefera replied. "I don't know why you're so interested in him, he's so skinny; well, at least, compared to most of the men here. Plus, he has no chest."
"Unlike the great Boromir?" Eowyn scoffed, as Haldir slipped form his tree to re-join the group of males up the hill.
"What are the girls up to?" asked Glorfindel as the Lothlórien elf slid down from a tree.
"A Faramir versus Boromir debate." The group chuckled, as a grin touched Boromir's face, and a few of the men elbowed him good-naturedly. Faramir, however, started to blush.
"What's the matter, Faramir," Éomer asked, "Don't like your little girl?"
Faramir sighed, but did not reply. Boromir turned to his brother, "What say you, brother, should we prove which of us is better? Or rather, that I am the better."
Faramir turned swiftly to face his brother, and arched an eyebrow. "Are you challenging me to a duel?" in the same moment Éomer turned, and called for the two girls to get over here.
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Faramir and Boromir circled each other slowly, swords drawn, prepared to fight. Around them, either seated in the dirt or perched on a rock or a stump, their peers cheered them on.
"You aren't going to win this," Boromir hissed to his brother, focusing on his torso for a hint of an attack.
"I'm not going to lose, either," Faramir hissed back, his heart pounding adrenaline through his veins. "To first blood then?"
"As always," Boromir replied, just before leaping towards him, as if to attack. Faramir swung his sword up and dove in to meet him blade for blade, only to curse himself, as his brother easily dodged the expected attack, and swung up to slash him. Faramir swung his sword down, sloppily blocking the attack.
The elder quickly took his advantage, swiftly striking while Faramir scrambled to parry the sudden onslaught. 'I can't believe I fell for that,' Faramir thought to himself, jumping quickly out of the way of a particular heavy blow, 'He always feigns like that, and yet I never learn' Dodge, block, attack, dodge, block, dodge...it carried on for countless moments, all the while the surrounding elves and men cheering them on.
"They're pretty serious about this," Sefera stated, flinching as the two brothers locked blades.
"They always are," Éomer murmured, his eyes locked on the dueling men, as each tried to force the other to their knees.
"You watch them often?"
"I watch them. Sometimes I fight with them. They both have considerable skill with their blades." Éomer turned from the girl to yell, as Boromir forced Faramir closer to the ground. At the last second, just before he fell to his knees, Faramir dropped and rolled. A sharp rock greeted his back, stopping his roll, allowing him to narrowly avoid a stab from his brother, aimed for where he would have been if not for the rock.
Not wasting a moment, Faramir rolled to his feet, and lunged in, nearly slashing his brother's arm. Boromir stumbled backwards, locking swords once more with his Faramir, trying to force him back, until Faramir jumped away, catching Boromir off guard. The elder man stumbled, trying to regain his balance, but Faramir slid his sword beneath his feet, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Boromir felt the tip of a blade pressed against his back. "You lose, brother."
The surrounding people cheered and clapped, as Boromir drug himself to his feet. "First time in three months, Faramir," He said with a grin. "You should be proud."
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The loud gong sounded across the school, signaling the blissful start of lunch. The halls quickly filled with students, hungry from the lack of breakfast earlier that morning.
Fiora slipped out of Elrond's office, the sound of a fiery argument between echoing behind her.
"What did you do this time?" Aragorn asked, walking up next to her.
"What do you mean?" she asked, a little to innocently.
He sighed and shook his head. "Don't play innocent with me. You leave chaos in your wake."
"Very poetic."
"The twins and I were bored in Debate."
Fiora giggled. "You're telling me that you, Elladan, and Elrohir had nothing better to do than think of ways to describe me?"
"Well, you and most everyone else we know. We also-" Fiora didn't get to hear what else he had to say, as someone shoved her-hard-against the wall. Glancing around angrily, she caught sight of the likely culprit, who was walking next to a slightly startled Aragorn, asking him if he would go to a dance.
"Excuse me!" Fiora snapped, walking up next to Arantha, "I was talking to him!"
"Well you aren't now!" she snapped back, looping her arm around Aragorn's and trying to drag him off with her. She did not count on a hungry, tired, and generally pissed off she-elf yanking her backwards by her hair.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to interrupt other people's conversations?"
Arantha wouldn't have it either. She leapt for the elf, and Fiora fell to the ground for the second time that day. Somebody yelled "Cat Fight," as the crowd of students gathered around to watch Arantha and Fiora claw, kick, and punch at each other, occasionally grabbing handfuls of hair or sinking there teeth into each other.
Aragorn joined the crowd, cheering Fiora on. At one point, the both managed to stand up, but it wasn't for very long, after Fiora body-slammed Arantha into a wall. Aragorn had to admit: they could fight pretty well, for girls.
For the students, the fight didn't last long enough, for a very miffed Sauron parted the crowd, and lifted the warring girls from the floor. Arantha struggled madly for a second, confused at the lack of solid surface beneath her. Fiora just hung there, arms crossed, looking like a highly offended rabid cat.
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Adalea and Legolas slipped out of the choir room, thankful that they had only gotten a "talkin' to." Arwen was waiting right outside the door for them, or rather, Legolas.
"Legolas, may I speak with you for a moment?"
Legolas glanced hopefully at Adalea, clearly hoping she would get him out of it. Before she could say anything, Sefera came jogging down the hall, yelling "Adalea!" loudly. Arwen took the opportunity to drag Legolas off, while Sefera reached Adalea.
"What is it?" Adalea demanded, casting a last glance after Legolas and Arwen.
"Fiora's in Elrond office for fighting with Arantha."
"What?!"
"Aragorn sent me to get you. He's afraid she might try to kill Arantha when she gets out."
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"Fighting in the halls," Elrond repeated for the fifth time, his eyes trailing from one girl to the other. Both looked worse for wear, covered in scratches, bites, and rapidly forming bruises, and caked in drying blood. Both of their dresses, once nice, were now ripped, showing skin that was, in Elrond's opinion, better left covered.
"Fighting in the halls..." He repeated again, trying to rub away a rapidly forming headache.
"Yes, we've cleared that," Fiora snapped with irritation, glaring at Arantha, "Can we move along-"
"SILENCE!" The half-elf snapped violently, glaring at both girls, "I will not suffer your insolence! Fighting in the halls, like a bunch of common alley cats! I mean, I expected as much from YOU, Fiora, but Arantha!" He gave the human a look; much like one a father would give a child who had been caught stealing.
"It would please you to know then, Lord Elrond sir," Fiora stared in a sick ling-sweet voice, "that our lady Arantha started the fight."
"I did not!"
"You did so!"
"Not!"
"So!"
"SILENCE!" Elrond sat down in his chair, breathing like a winded Oliphaunt. "I've had enough of your-"
The door swung open at this time, and in walked none other than Erestor. Arantha's jaw just about hit the floor at the site of someone so handsome. Fiora stared, momentarily forgetting to be pissed.
"Elrond, sir," he said, eyeing the two bedraggled girls, "Ereinion Gil-Galad has sent a messenger. He is going to arrive here tomorrow with his daughter, to see about enlisting her in this school."
"Tomorrow?" Elrond repeated, feeling a strong urge to swallow a large bottle of pain medication. "Fiora, Arantha, you're excused. Erestor, what did the messenger say?"
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Adalea, Aragorn, and Sefera were all waiting outside of Elrond's office for Arantha and Fiora. It didn't take long, for soon the two exited, Arantha first. Fiora quietly shut the door behind them, hissed "you're dead!" right as she lunged for the human.
Instantly, Adalea and Sefera were on Fiora, holding her back as she struggled to reach the girl. Aragorn had placed himself between the two, hoping to prevent any more fighting. He really didn't want Fiora expelled.
"You should learn to watch your temper," Arantha hissed, glaring at Fiora, "you might just end up dead somewhere."
"And you should watch who you mess with," Fiora hissed back, "or you might end up with the Orcs in the fiery Chasms of Isengard."
Arantha started to stalk off "Watch you back," she snarled, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Stay off yours," Fiora growled, just loud enough for her adversary to hear, just as she rounded a corner.
Adalea giggled, as she and Sefera released Fiora. "That was a good one."
"Hey! Fiora! There you are!" a voice called, causing the group to turn, only to see a pink-faced hobbit come running up to them.
"Hey Pippin!" Fiora smiled gently at the smaller one, "Have you been looking for me?"
"Why yes, I have. Me and some of the other hobbits snuck some food from the lunch hall, and we wanted to know if you wanted to join us. Maybe even smoke a round."
Sefera and Adalea exchanged glances at 'smoke a round' "Sure, I'd love to!" she replied, and took off with the hobbit, waving the other three a goodbye.
"Smoke a round?" echoed Sefera, "I thought elves didn't smoke."
"I suppose that's why we call her Lady Orc," Adalea replied, as the three started for the lunch hall.
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Now, Go Fourth and review! Or ramble...or correct...or *waves hand* whatever.
Anyway, thanks to all my reviewers! Yes, even you, VladimirsAngel, even though Elrond had to remove an arrow from my butt. Haldir was laughing the entire time...
caz-baz: I used the words in the first paragraph ^_^ Man, you really seem to love your guitar. I wish I had a guitar...actually, no, I don't. I have no musical skill. Curious, but why Elrohir and not Elladan?
Isilwen-Telpefion: Mother brother is correct, for Theoden is Eowyn's mother's brother; I checked it with the PPC. Arwen and Legolas will continue, at least for now anyway. I am sorry, I have little control over the happenings of Adalea's part of the world, for her owner has threatened to hurt me if I do anything I should not. I do like your cunning plan...perhaps I will use it, only slightly modified *ponders, then starts to drool* Haldir dipped in chocolate and covered in whipped cream? Caramel- dipped Leggie? Only, we no like caramel...but still...that is tempting...By the By, have you considered reviewing un-signed? It makes it easier, just use your ID ^_~
Lily: *jumps around waving, as she is sugar high form the twinkie and chocolate Teddy Grahms* Thankee so much! I luv ya to! ^_^ Yes, I'll stop Faramir from banging his head against trees...he can roll in the dirt instead.
Once More, thanks to all my wonderful reviewers. Your what keeps this story going! That and my supply of sugar...andway, I hope everyone enjoys this! And please feel free to point out and spelling or grammar mistakes, mis- information, or anything of the like!
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Eowyn and Sefera leaned against the trunk of a tree, lazily watching the group of men and elves as they acted like...a bunch of egomaniac males.
That's how Sefera described it anyway, "A group of egotistical, horny males out to prove themselves to themselves. That way they can become legends, in their own narcissistic minds, even though everyone else hates them." It made sense to Sefera, but it confused the Valar out of Eowyn. Were men not born as legends in their own minds? Rather than try to work it out, the two had settled on a different activity...
"Halbarad or Aragorn?" Sefera asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Aragorn, most definitely," Eowyn replied, as of on impulse, a slight grin lighting her face as she compared the two.
"Great taste, I agree whole-heartedly."
Eowyn shifted slightly, "Elrond, or Denethor?"
"Eowyn, that's gross!" Sefera whined.
"I know it is. Still, which one?"
"You can't be serious"
"I'm very serious. Myself, I choose Denethor."
Sefera shook her head. "Well, I choose Elrond. I don't want my man to die before me."
Eowyn smiled, "Right, Sefera. It's your turn."
"Okay...uh...Haldir or...Legolas?"
Eowyn frowned, "That's a tough one..."
Both girls jumped as a very non-feminine voice answered: "Haldir, for sure!" The same voice snickered "Don't jump," from somewhere above them.
"What the Valar...Stupid elf!" snapped Eowyn, seizing a pinecone and hurling it at Haldir, who had perched himself on a branch over them. "How long have you been there?"
Haldir laughed as he blocked the missile with his hand, "I came in around 'Elrond or Denethor.'" He grinned rather evilly, "Rumor has it Denethor is looking for a mistress."
"Very funny," Eowyn made a face, "but I prefer younger men, thank-you- very-much."
"Faramir then?" Haldir asked knowingly. "He knows you like him."
"What? No he doesn't."
Both Haldir and Sefera rolled their eyes. "Why do you think he blushes every time you come near him?" Haldir asked.
"Well...I never thought about that," She glanced down at the ground. "Does he like me?"
"It's debatable," Sefera replied. "I don't know why you're so interested in him, he's so skinny; well, at least, compared to most of the men here. Plus, he has no chest."
"Unlike the great Boromir?" Eowyn scoffed, as Haldir slipped form his tree to re-join the group of males up the hill.
"What are the girls up to?" asked Glorfindel as the Lothlórien elf slid down from a tree.
"A Faramir versus Boromir debate." The group chuckled, as a grin touched Boromir's face, and a few of the men elbowed him good-naturedly. Faramir, however, started to blush.
"What's the matter, Faramir," Éomer asked, "Don't like your little girl?"
Faramir sighed, but did not reply. Boromir turned to his brother, "What say you, brother, should we prove which of us is better? Or rather, that I am the better."
Faramir turned swiftly to face his brother, and arched an eyebrow. "Are you challenging me to a duel?" in the same moment Éomer turned, and called for the two girls to get over here.
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Faramir and Boromir circled each other slowly, swords drawn, prepared to fight. Around them, either seated in the dirt or perched on a rock or a stump, their peers cheered them on.
"You aren't going to win this," Boromir hissed to his brother, focusing on his torso for a hint of an attack.
"I'm not going to lose, either," Faramir hissed back, his heart pounding adrenaline through his veins. "To first blood then?"
"As always," Boromir replied, just before leaping towards him, as if to attack. Faramir swung his sword up and dove in to meet him blade for blade, only to curse himself, as his brother easily dodged the expected attack, and swung up to slash him. Faramir swung his sword down, sloppily blocking the attack.
The elder quickly took his advantage, swiftly striking while Faramir scrambled to parry the sudden onslaught. 'I can't believe I fell for that,' Faramir thought to himself, jumping quickly out of the way of a particular heavy blow, 'He always feigns like that, and yet I never learn' Dodge, block, attack, dodge, block, dodge...it carried on for countless moments, all the while the surrounding elves and men cheering them on.
"They're pretty serious about this," Sefera stated, flinching as the two brothers locked blades.
"They always are," Éomer murmured, his eyes locked on the dueling men, as each tried to force the other to their knees.
"You watch them often?"
"I watch them. Sometimes I fight with them. They both have considerable skill with their blades." Éomer turned from the girl to yell, as Boromir forced Faramir closer to the ground. At the last second, just before he fell to his knees, Faramir dropped and rolled. A sharp rock greeted his back, stopping his roll, allowing him to narrowly avoid a stab from his brother, aimed for where he would have been if not for the rock.
Not wasting a moment, Faramir rolled to his feet, and lunged in, nearly slashing his brother's arm. Boromir stumbled backwards, locking swords once more with his Faramir, trying to force him back, until Faramir jumped away, catching Boromir off guard. The elder man stumbled, trying to regain his balance, but Faramir slid his sword beneath his feet, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Boromir felt the tip of a blade pressed against his back. "You lose, brother."
The surrounding people cheered and clapped, as Boromir drug himself to his feet. "First time in three months, Faramir," He said with a grin. "You should be proud."
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The loud gong sounded across the school, signaling the blissful start of lunch. The halls quickly filled with students, hungry from the lack of breakfast earlier that morning.
Fiora slipped out of Elrond's office, the sound of a fiery argument between echoing behind her.
"What did you do this time?" Aragorn asked, walking up next to her.
"What do you mean?" she asked, a little to innocently.
He sighed and shook his head. "Don't play innocent with me. You leave chaos in your wake."
"Very poetic."
"The twins and I were bored in Debate."
Fiora giggled. "You're telling me that you, Elladan, and Elrohir had nothing better to do than think of ways to describe me?"
"Well, you and most everyone else we know. We also-" Fiora didn't get to hear what else he had to say, as someone shoved her-hard-against the wall. Glancing around angrily, she caught sight of the likely culprit, who was walking next to a slightly startled Aragorn, asking him if he would go to a dance.
"Excuse me!" Fiora snapped, walking up next to Arantha, "I was talking to him!"
"Well you aren't now!" she snapped back, looping her arm around Aragorn's and trying to drag him off with her. She did not count on a hungry, tired, and generally pissed off she-elf yanking her backwards by her hair.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to interrupt other people's conversations?"
Arantha wouldn't have it either. She leapt for the elf, and Fiora fell to the ground for the second time that day. Somebody yelled "Cat Fight," as the crowd of students gathered around to watch Arantha and Fiora claw, kick, and punch at each other, occasionally grabbing handfuls of hair or sinking there teeth into each other.
Aragorn joined the crowd, cheering Fiora on. At one point, the both managed to stand up, but it wasn't for very long, after Fiora body-slammed Arantha into a wall. Aragorn had to admit: they could fight pretty well, for girls.
For the students, the fight didn't last long enough, for a very miffed Sauron parted the crowd, and lifted the warring girls from the floor. Arantha struggled madly for a second, confused at the lack of solid surface beneath her. Fiora just hung there, arms crossed, looking like a highly offended rabid cat.
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Adalea and Legolas slipped out of the choir room, thankful that they had only gotten a "talkin' to." Arwen was waiting right outside the door for them, or rather, Legolas.
"Legolas, may I speak with you for a moment?"
Legolas glanced hopefully at Adalea, clearly hoping she would get him out of it. Before she could say anything, Sefera came jogging down the hall, yelling "Adalea!" loudly. Arwen took the opportunity to drag Legolas off, while Sefera reached Adalea.
"What is it?" Adalea demanded, casting a last glance after Legolas and Arwen.
"Fiora's in Elrond office for fighting with Arantha."
"What?!"
"Aragorn sent me to get you. He's afraid she might try to kill Arantha when she gets out."
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"Fighting in the halls," Elrond repeated for the fifth time, his eyes trailing from one girl to the other. Both looked worse for wear, covered in scratches, bites, and rapidly forming bruises, and caked in drying blood. Both of their dresses, once nice, were now ripped, showing skin that was, in Elrond's opinion, better left covered.
"Fighting in the halls..." He repeated again, trying to rub away a rapidly forming headache.
"Yes, we've cleared that," Fiora snapped with irritation, glaring at Arantha, "Can we move along-"
"SILENCE!" The half-elf snapped violently, glaring at both girls, "I will not suffer your insolence! Fighting in the halls, like a bunch of common alley cats! I mean, I expected as much from YOU, Fiora, but Arantha!" He gave the human a look; much like one a father would give a child who had been caught stealing.
"It would please you to know then, Lord Elrond sir," Fiora stared in a sick ling-sweet voice, "that our lady Arantha started the fight."
"I did not!"
"You did so!"
"Not!"
"So!"
"SILENCE!" Elrond sat down in his chair, breathing like a winded Oliphaunt. "I've had enough of your-"
The door swung open at this time, and in walked none other than Erestor. Arantha's jaw just about hit the floor at the site of someone so handsome. Fiora stared, momentarily forgetting to be pissed.
"Elrond, sir," he said, eyeing the two bedraggled girls, "Ereinion Gil-Galad has sent a messenger. He is going to arrive here tomorrow with his daughter, to see about enlisting her in this school."
"Tomorrow?" Elrond repeated, feeling a strong urge to swallow a large bottle of pain medication. "Fiora, Arantha, you're excused. Erestor, what did the messenger say?"
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Adalea, Aragorn, and Sefera were all waiting outside of Elrond's office for Arantha and Fiora. It didn't take long, for soon the two exited, Arantha first. Fiora quietly shut the door behind them, hissed "you're dead!" right as she lunged for the human.
Instantly, Adalea and Sefera were on Fiora, holding her back as she struggled to reach the girl. Aragorn had placed himself between the two, hoping to prevent any more fighting. He really didn't want Fiora expelled.
"You should learn to watch your temper," Arantha hissed, glaring at Fiora, "you might just end up dead somewhere."
"And you should watch who you mess with," Fiora hissed back, "or you might end up with the Orcs in the fiery Chasms of Isengard."
Arantha started to stalk off "Watch you back," she snarled, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Stay off yours," Fiora growled, just loud enough for her adversary to hear, just as she rounded a corner.
Adalea giggled, as she and Sefera released Fiora. "That was a good one."
"Hey! Fiora! There you are!" a voice called, causing the group to turn, only to see a pink-faced hobbit come running up to them.
"Hey Pippin!" Fiora smiled gently at the smaller one, "Have you been looking for me?"
"Why yes, I have. Me and some of the other hobbits snuck some food from the lunch hall, and we wanted to know if you wanted to join us. Maybe even smoke a round."
Sefera and Adalea exchanged glances at 'smoke a round' "Sure, I'd love to!" she replied, and took off with the hobbit, waving the other three a goodbye.
"Smoke a round?" echoed Sefera, "I thought elves didn't smoke."
"I suppose that's why we call her Lady Orc," Adalea replied, as the three started for the lunch hall.
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Now, Go Fourth and review! Or ramble...or correct...or *waves hand* whatever.