~~* Sadly. I am not the great Tolkien. * tear * I do own Eámanë though,
Armolas. Ain't he dreamy? Here is NEW STUFF! * cheers and applause *
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Brothers one, brothers all
Given a word at birth
Will unlock the door behind the fall
And release the savior of Middle Earth.
"What does it mean?" She asked.
"I have 5 brothers, including Legolas. All of the others have died,
but they left me with the word they were given the day they were born.
I just need Legolas's, and I can open that door."
"But why do you need to? Middle Earth is at peace. No one is
fighting, not even among the races. Since the fellowship, everyone
has gotten along. Even Mordor is a safe place to go." Eámanë said.
"Trouble lurks everywhere. Just below the surface, that old hatred
still simmers. In some, it has almost reached the boiling point.
When it does, I honestly don't know if Middle Earth will survive this
war. The last one practically undid us all. Thousands of elves fled,
and elves fear nothing and no one. Now our race has finally built up
again, but this impending war will be the doom of everyone, elves,
hobbits, dwarves, and men." Armolas had lost his smile. At that
moment, Eámanë would have done anything to see it again.
"Why do you need me?"
"I started out just bringing you the messages, they meant nothing to
me besides a favor I owed a good man. Then I got word that my uncle
had died. I rushed home, obviously. It is then I learned that he
knew your father. I had written home about your father many times.
Waiting for me at home was a letter from my uncle. He told me about
their relationship, and told me that you were a sweet girl." Armolas
smiled at her softly.
"How.?" Eámanë wondered. She just barely remembered meeting one of
her father's friends. Yes, his name had been Greenleaf. Fëanáro
Greenleaf. He was a tall, happy elf that hugged her often, and gave
her piggyback rides. She had liked him so much, and she was terribly
sorry to hear he had died.
"Fëanáro." She whispered.
"Then you do remember him. He wasn't sure if you would. He told me
about you once, like he knew that we would meet one day."
"Of course I remember him. He was the nicest elf I had ever met. He
was the ONLY elf I had ever met."
Armolas laughed. "He sure liked you. That is what helped me remember
you from when I was younger. Unlce Fëa didn't like any children he
wasn't related to. Hell, he loved you. He came home from visiting
your father, and for months all he talked about was the precious
little girl there. The girl he felt was more then she seemed. I
think now that he knew you would be the only one that could reach
Legolas."
"But I still don't understand. Why me?" Eámanë was blushing she was
so pleased to hear that man thought highly of her. That was a rare
occurrence for her. No one had loved her since her parents. Well,
besides Mr. Butterbur.
"Legolas had a crush on you for the longest time. Seeing you now, I
don't blame him." Armolas winked at her.
"He what?" Eámanë almost shouted. "How could he? He never saw me."
"Oh yes he did. When he and I were 1250, you were about 650. Uncle
Fëa had gone to check on you. He had heard about your father, and
wanted to take care of you. Legolas went with him, and I would have,
but as you know, I was in the war."
"That's awfully young for an elf to be in the war." She commented.
"All my brothers had gone, but Legolas had twisted hi ankle and
couldn't leave. So I went in his place. He went with our uncle and
saw you."
"I don't remember ever seeing your uncle but once. Certainly not
after my father died."
"They watched you from the woods around your home, but Uncle Fëa
realized that you needed to grow up without the influence of elves.
So they left you there. He was never sorry he did that, only sorry
that you had to grow up without either parent. But I do believe he
knew."
"Knew what?"
"Knew that the life you've lived on the run would save you one day.
Your as fit as a warrior, you proved that to me when you knocked me
flat. Not even Legolas could do that."
"I caught you by surprise." Eámanë said shrugging. She wasn't used
to compliments or flattery. They sounded strange to her ears.
"So did thousands of orcs in the war, none of them even made me
stumble. You are very fit, and very able to do whatever comes your
way. I know you are."
"Thanks." She whispered.
"No thanks necessary. I'm only stating facts."
"So I am supposed to go get this one word from your twin brother
because I can knock a warrior flat and he has a crush on me? How does
that work?"
"You use your womanly ways on him, and if that doesn't work, you kick
his ass." Armolas laughed.
"But of course. Why didn't I think of that? Does he know I'm half
hobbit?"
"Oh yes, of course he does. I think that was part of the allure. He
had never known anyone of another race, and suddenly there you were,
very much an elf, but very much not at the same time. Well, that and
you were so pretty."
Eámanë blushed a deep crimson, and turned her head so he wouldn't see.
"Do we start tomorrow then?" She asked, struggling to change the
subject.
"Aye, at dawn. You don't mind running during the day, do you?" he
teased.
"Right then. It is really late, I'm going to turn in." she got up
quickly.
"Your hobbit half needs sleep, doesn't it. I'm sorry, I will get used
to it eventually."
"No need to apologize. I don't need much, but I do need some. And it
has been a very long day. Goodnight then."
"Goodnight princess."
There it is yall. The new stuff I promised. I hope you like it. Let
me know if it is lame or something like that. Let me know if you love
it. Let me know if you think ducks are cool.
Brothers one, brothers all
Given a word at birth
Will unlock the door behind the fall
And release the savior of Middle Earth.
"What does it mean?" She asked.
"I have 5 brothers, including Legolas. All of the others have died,
but they left me with the word they were given the day they were born.
I just need Legolas's, and I can open that door."
"But why do you need to? Middle Earth is at peace. No one is
fighting, not even among the races. Since the fellowship, everyone
has gotten along. Even Mordor is a safe place to go." Eámanë said.
"Trouble lurks everywhere. Just below the surface, that old hatred
still simmers. In some, it has almost reached the boiling point.
When it does, I honestly don't know if Middle Earth will survive this
war. The last one practically undid us all. Thousands of elves fled,
and elves fear nothing and no one. Now our race has finally built up
again, but this impending war will be the doom of everyone, elves,
hobbits, dwarves, and men." Armolas had lost his smile. At that
moment, Eámanë would have done anything to see it again.
"Why do you need me?"
"I started out just bringing you the messages, they meant nothing to
me besides a favor I owed a good man. Then I got word that my uncle
had died. I rushed home, obviously. It is then I learned that he
knew your father. I had written home about your father many times.
Waiting for me at home was a letter from my uncle. He told me about
their relationship, and told me that you were a sweet girl." Armolas
smiled at her softly.
"How.?" Eámanë wondered. She just barely remembered meeting one of
her father's friends. Yes, his name had been Greenleaf. Fëanáro
Greenleaf. He was a tall, happy elf that hugged her often, and gave
her piggyback rides. She had liked him so much, and she was terribly
sorry to hear he had died.
"Fëanáro." She whispered.
"Then you do remember him. He wasn't sure if you would. He told me
about you once, like he knew that we would meet one day."
"Of course I remember him. He was the nicest elf I had ever met. He
was the ONLY elf I had ever met."
Armolas laughed. "He sure liked you. That is what helped me remember
you from when I was younger. Unlce Fëa didn't like any children he
wasn't related to. Hell, he loved you. He came home from visiting
your father, and for months all he talked about was the precious
little girl there. The girl he felt was more then she seemed. I
think now that he knew you would be the only one that could reach
Legolas."
"But I still don't understand. Why me?" Eámanë was blushing she was
so pleased to hear that man thought highly of her. That was a rare
occurrence for her. No one had loved her since her parents. Well,
besides Mr. Butterbur.
"Legolas had a crush on you for the longest time. Seeing you now, I
don't blame him." Armolas winked at her.
"He what?" Eámanë almost shouted. "How could he? He never saw me."
"Oh yes he did. When he and I were 1250, you were about 650. Uncle
Fëa had gone to check on you. He had heard about your father, and
wanted to take care of you. Legolas went with him, and I would have,
but as you know, I was in the war."
"That's awfully young for an elf to be in the war." She commented.
"All my brothers had gone, but Legolas had twisted hi ankle and
couldn't leave. So I went in his place. He went with our uncle and
saw you."
"I don't remember ever seeing your uncle but once. Certainly not
after my father died."
"They watched you from the woods around your home, but Uncle Fëa
realized that you needed to grow up without the influence of elves.
So they left you there. He was never sorry he did that, only sorry
that you had to grow up without either parent. But I do believe he
knew."
"Knew what?"
"Knew that the life you've lived on the run would save you one day.
Your as fit as a warrior, you proved that to me when you knocked me
flat. Not even Legolas could do that."
"I caught you by surprise." Eámanë said shrugging. She wasn't used
to compliments or flattery. They sounded strange to her ears.
"So did thousands of orcs in the war, none of them even made me
stumble. You are very fit, and very able to do whatever comes your
way. I know you are."
"Thanks." She whispered.
"No thanks necessary. I'm only stating facts."
"So I am supposed to go get this one word from your twin brother
because I can knock a warrior flat and he has a crush on me? How does
that work?"
"You use your womanly ways on him, and if that doesn't work, you kick
his ass." Armolas laughed.
"But of course. Why didn't I think of that? Does he know I'm half
hobbit?"
"Oh yes, of course he does. I think that was part of the allure. He
had never known anyone of another race, and suddenly there you were,
very much an elf, but very much not at the same time. Well, that and
you were so pretty."
Eámanë blushed a deep crimson, and turned her head so he wouldn't see.
"Do we start tomorrow then?" She asked, struggling to change the
subject.
"Aye, at dawn. You don't mind running during the day, do you?" he
teased.
"Right then. It is really late, I'm going to turn in." she got up
quickly.
"Your hobbit half needs sleep, doesn't it. I'm sorry, I will get used
to it eventually."
"No need to apologize. I don't need much, but I do need some. And it
has been a very long day. Goodnight then."
"Goodnight princess."
There it is yall. The new stuff I promised. I hope you like it. Let
me know if it is lame or something like that. Let me know if you love
it. Let me know if you think ducks are cool.
