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A/N: This chapter is going to be pretty short; I just want to see if you like my idea!! Also, any Elvish speech is notated like this: [blah blah blah]
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Chapter 1
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A tall figure walked briskly down a side street in Minas Tirith. It was hooded, cloaked, and swaddled in shadow. At every pub it passed, it slowed down and read the sign over the door. Finally it appeared to have located the right one, crossing the street and entering The Red Mountain. The door creaked as the figure swung it open. The figure stood in the doorway for a few moments; sweeping the pub with its eyes. Then it started, nodded slightly, and made its way over to a table in the corner. At the table sat six Elves, three with silver hair, two with gold, and one with a light blond and a dark-complexioned Man. The figure removed its hood and bowed low.
"[Maranwë Faelivrin at your service, my lords,]" she said quietly.
The Man spoke. "[Maranwë Faelivrin, we are glad you have come.]"
One of the silver-haired Elves nodded. "[Yes, and no one in the Elven world or the world of Men must know of this.]"
The gold and blond Elves murmured their agreement. "[Yes, those in Rivendell, Mirkwood, and Lothlorien especially must never know what takes place here tonight,]" said the blond Elf.
The brunette she-elf smirked and tossed her long braided hair. "[Well lords, you are hiring the right Elf. My policy is silence.]"
The Man half-smiled. "[Very good. Now, if you'll join us, we await just one other.]" Maranwë sat in one of the two empty chairs.
A gold Elf grinned. "[The "other" is perpetually late...as are all of his kind,]" he said with a chuckle. The Man shot him a smirk, as did the other blond Elf.
A silver Elf frowned sternly. "[Elladan, Elohir, Estel, this is no laughing matter. The fate of Middle Earth rides upon the eight of us tonight.]"
The other two silver Elves grinned and shook their heads. "[Oh Haldir,]" said one, "[don't be so serious.]" "[Yes,]" said the other, "[you really should lighten up a little sometimes.]" Haldir shot a murderous glare at the two.
Sensing a conflict, the Man quickly said, "[Well I suppose we should introduce ourselves.]" This was said rather forcefully, snapping the silver Elves back to reality. "[I am known as Estel,]" the Man continued, "[and these are Elohir and Elladan, twin brothers and sons of Elrond Halfelven.]" He gestured to the two gold Elves. The blond Elf spoke up next. "[I am Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood forest.]" Finally one of the silver Elves spoke. "[I am Haldir, Marchwarden of Lothlorien, and these are my brothers Orophin and Rumil.]"
"[Well met, mellon nins,]" commented Maranwë. After a long silence she said, "[Who is the other that we await?]"
"[Gandalf the Grey.]"
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So did you like it? Huh huh huh didcha didcha didcha??? Well you know what to do...R&R ya'll!!!
A/N: This chapter is going to be pretty short; I just want to see if you like my idea!! Also, any Elvish speech is notated like this: [blah blah blah]
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Chapter 1
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A tall figure walked briskly down a side street in Minas Tirith. It was hooded, cloaked, and swaddled in shadow. At every pub it passed, it slowed down and read the sign over the door. Finally it appeared to have located the right one, crossing the street and entering The Red Mountain. The door creaked as the figure swung it open. The figure stood in the doorway for a few moments; sweeping the pub with its eyes. Then it started, nodded slightly, and made its way over to a table in the corner. At the table sat six Elves, three with silver hair, two with gold, and one with a light blond and a dark-complexioned Man. The figure removed its hood and bowed low.
"[Maranwë Faelivrin at your service, my lords,]" she said quietly.
The Man spoke. "[Maranwë Faelivrin, we are glad you have come.]"
One of the silver-haired Elves nodded. "[Yes, and no one in the Elven world or the world of Men must know of this.]"
The gold and blond Elves murmured their agreement. "[Yes, those in Rivendell, Mirkwood, and Lothlorien especially must never know what takes place here tonight,]" said the blond Elf.
The brunette she-elf smirked and tossed her long braided hair. "[Well lords, you are hiring the right Elf. My policy is silence.]"
The Man half-smiled. "[Very good. Now, if you'll join us, we await just one other.]" Maranwë sat in one of the two empty chairs.
A gold Elf grinned. "[The "other" is perpetually late...as are all of his kind,]" he said with a chuckle. The Man shot him a smirk, as did the other blond Elf.
A silver Elf frowned sternly. "[Elladan, Elohir, Estel, this is no laughing matter. The fate of Middle Earth rides upon the eight of us tonight.]"
The other two silver Elves grinned and shook their heads. "[Oh Haldir,]" said one, "[don't be so serious.]" "[Yes,]" said the other, "[you really should lighten up a little sometimes.]" Haldir shot a murderous glare at the two.
Sensing a conflict, the Man quickly said, "[Well I suppose we should introduce ourselves.]" This was said rather forcefully, snapping the silver Elves back to reality. "[I am known as Estel,]" the Man continued, "[and these are Elohir and Elladan, twin brothers and sons of Elrond Halfelven.]" He gestured to the two gold Elves. The blond Elf spoke up next. "[I am Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood forest.]" Finally one of the silver Elves spoke. "[I am Haldir, Marchwarden of Lothlorien, and these are my brothers Orophin and Rumil.]"
"[Well met, mellon nins,]" commented Maranwë. After a long silence she said, "[Who is the other that we await?]"
"[Gandalf the Grey.]"
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So did you like it? Huh huh huh didcha didcha didcha??? Well you know what to do...R&R ya'll!!!