Title: Pseudonym


Author: Lauren


Editor: Ed the Editor (whom really exists)


(for disclaimer and summary see chapter 1)


To my reviewers:

Alina - Thank you!

Lady Idhril - I like my story cause it's original. I'm going to make it into a series so expect a few stories. You may not find out if the prophecy is fulfilled in this story, it may be another, but I'm not saying anything cause I haven't even finished this story yet. I added your story to my favs and will get around to reading it eventually.

Lady of Middle Earth - My friend and I argue everywhere and I'm sorry to say this, but if you don't like it, don't read it. Seeing as how I'm not quite finished with this story, I have yet to write the las chapter, I am going to keep updating every Friday.

Innocent_Immortal - Tsk, tsk. It's Simple Plan not Sum41. You've been listening to them longer than I have and I know it better than you. Friendly communication. Nice.

A/N: Sorry I didn't update Friday, fanfic was down. I haven't been able to get on since Wednesday. I hope none of you had the same problems cause it almost drove me crazy!

Another A/N: Guess who finally saw POTC!!! *Dimostiel and Ed the Editor raises hands* WE DID!! Very good movie, I recommend it to all LOTR fans and some other people. One other thing. Can I point out how hot Orlando Bloom looks when he's captive? Anyone agree? Hm...

In this chapter our two prophecy people are going to meet...finally.

~*Chapter 4: First Meeting*~

King Telnarion allowed a small sigh to escape his lips as his oldest son explained why his youngest son was unconscious. An hour ago he had watched anxiously as Endmacar had come running through Anbrethil's gates carrying Elenion.

"Endmacar, I do not understand you and Elenion. Countless times have I told you not to wander that far south. I know you are both capable of taking care of yourselves, but Elenion does not yet know how to keep his wits about him."

Endmacar bowed his head. "In response to your actions, neither of you will be able to leave the palace grounds for a year." Endmacar closed his eyes; his favorite thing to do was hunt." Furthermore after your confinement is over, you both shall be assigned a guard to see that you both stay out of trouble. I will relieve you of your guard when I feel you are ready to go out on your own again."

"Endmacar nodded his head in compliance, "Uma, adar." {Yes, father.}

"Lye tela sinome, auta esta." {We are finished here, go rest.}

Telnarion watched as his eldest left. As the door shut, he put his head in his hands. How was he going to survive the next thousand years while his sons slowly became responsible adults?

~**~

When Elenion woke the next day the first sight he saw was his smiling brother.

"Good morning sleepyhead, I bring you wonderful news." Endmacar then proceeded to tell Elenion of their punishment.

"Amin hiraetha." {I'm sorry.} Elenion tried to sit up but was gently pushed down by his brother. They had not identified the poison, though it seemed to be no threat at the present. Elenion, however, was under strict orders to stay in bed. He was checked on night and day in case the poison decided to become a threat to his health.

"It is not your fault little brother. I chose to follow you down there, I already knew the consequences of my actions. It is only a year. It shall be over in no time."

Elenion smiled and began to plot what havoc they would bring about Anbrethil during their confinement. Their ideas brought them great mirth and their laughter echoed throughout Anbrethil's halls.

~**~

Duriel stood absolutely still, a single arrow notched in her bow. She was still in shock at the choice that had been laid before her. Her eyes never left her target. Lawr was tied to a rock at the other end of the chamber, fully conscious and aware of the elf. He stared at her with a great loathing.

Duriel licked her lips tentatively. All she had to do was kill him and she would finally get to leave without the company of a patrol.

A voice whispered in her ear, "Lawr wouldn't even think twice about firing an arrow through you." Vanwathulë was right. She pulled the string back and sited her target along the arrow. "This is all you have to do. Just one shot and it's all over. You'll be free to come and go as you please." Duriel hesitated, was it worth it? "Shoot now!"

She fired on command, more out of habit then will. She watched on in horror as the arrow found its target. The life left him and he slumped down in his bonds. Several other men moved in to dispose of the body.

"It will be all right, daughter." Vanwathulë clasped her around the shoulders and led her to her room. "We will talk in the morning."

~**~

Over the next year her father taught her many things about traveling by herself. At the end of a year's time she began to prepare for the quest her father had given her. Her brother, Adrian was going to go with her. They were to bring back the two princes of Anbrethil alive.

Adrian and Vanwathulë stood in the entrance to the cave waiting for Duriel. "I'm sending out a group a day after you leave. They will stay to the southern side of Anbrethil. Report to them every night your progress. And don't make me remind you that the princes would be worth more alive than dead."

"Yes, father."

"Keep Duriel in check, and if anyone suspects her as Esgalon's long missing daughter, I want you out of there immediately. Don't hesitate to use your powers. You are one-fourth wizard." He held opened his hand showing a necklace. "This will help you control her, if but only a little.

He looked at his father and smiled wickedly as Duriel walked up.

She looked at her father, who took a few steps toward her and held her in a fatherly embrace.

"Farwell, daughter. Take this." He handed her a necklace of silver with a small, blue star upon it. "It will protect you on your journey."

"Thank you. Farwell. I will see you in a couple of months." She turned and followed Adrian out of the cave.

They met no one along their way for the first three days. However, on the morning of the fourth day, while she was scouting ahead alone, she stumbled onto the camp of an elderly lady. She had been lost in thought and almost ran into the lady as she walked on her way. The lady bid her to stop, but Duriel refused, saying she was in a hurry.

"Young one, allow me say on thing before we part." Duriel turned to go, but nodded her head in agreement. "Your life will change soon and your past will reveal itself, Aralataien."

Duriel whirled around at the last statement. Very much to her surprise, the only one standing there was Adrian. "You look a bit shocked sister, did you see a ghost?"

"No, there are no such things as ghosts." She walked back to their camp thinking about the lady. It was not the fact that that wasn't her name, but the fact that she had recognized the name from some distant memory.

~**~

Elenion had proven very difficult to keep an eye on. Several royal guards were out yelling his name, but he had no plans of returning anytime soon. He had come to watch the sunset, alone. The guards were proving to be a big aggravation.

He heard a twig snap behind him and fearing one of his guards had found him, he turned around, ready to flee, but to his surprise he faced a cloaked being with their hood hiding their face in shadow. He did not recognize the clothing and quickly drew out his dagger. "Remove your hood stranger, and state your name."

The being grabbed the edge of her hood and drew it back slowly revealing a remarkably beautiful she-elf. "My name is Elerana; I come in search of the elven city, Anbrethil. And you would be?"

Elenion, stunned by the beauty of the elf before him, took longer than expected to answer. "I...I'm...Prince Elenion of Anbrethil." He had accidentally given his full title, but the elf before him posed no threat, so he did not worry much.

Adrian stood in the shadows behind Duriel smiling outwardly and inwardly. Outwardly because the way of his reply and inwardly because their job was going to be easier than he thought.

~**~

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