Chapter 12
Disclaimer: Not mine, not yours. The lyrics used later are copyright Enya.
Fo, if I have less outside readers than you, that only means I get to use more *personal* stuff in this fic.
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"*Giggle* That soundtrack is so useful." Silei sniggered.
"You can say that again."
"This'll give 'em a nasty shock."
The nine children were gathered in their shared living room. A sheet of parchment lay on the small table before the fireplace. There was a bottle of ink, bits of shorn-off quill nibs, several inkblots over the tablecloth, a pile of charcoal sticks, and a pile of charcoal stick bits. On the parchment, Diana, most familiar with using pen nibs, had scribed the lyrics of the theme for "Aragorn and Arwen", which also could be found in the Fellowship soundtrack:
O mor henion I dhu
Ely siriar, el sila
Ai! Aniron Undomiel
Tiro! El eria e mor
I lir en el luitha uren
Ai! Aniron...
[A/N: The stupid keyboard will not cooperate and type out the nice special letters.]
Beneath the lyrics, Pris, always the artist, had drawn a near-perfect replica of just now's scene, however, emphasizing the smooching.
"Wonderful."
"Let's leave it somewhere."
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The next morning, Aragorn got a rude awakening when he saw a sheet of parchment tacked to the wall right outside his room so that he walked straight into it.
He ran straight to Arwen, and dragged her, half-asleep and half-dressed, to his room.
"Oh, Eru.... How would anyone have known? Apart from us only the longtime residents of Rivendell know that place exists."
"Not anymore....."
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Glorfindel was worried. Very worried. Rivendell was all too quiet. Normally this quietness he would have relished, but now with the girls on the loose.......
He and Erestor had searched the entire building. No sign of them. Then Erestor had discovered that their horses were missing from the stables. Nine amateur riders who were weaponless made easy orc-prey. *And* they were his responsibility. Elrond was so going to kill him. He had been warned not to let the girls leave the grounds.
"Erestor! Get your horse! We'll have to go after them!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In reality the girls were no more than an hour away from Rivendell. They had discovered a large flat expanse of pasture that had been trampled by iron-shod feet several times already. It was a good guess this was where the horses were let out to graze, and Sara and Diana had decided this would make a good place to knock the others into shape. The field stank a little, they guessed it was from the excretion of the animals. Earlier that morn, Sara had picked out a black horse to carry her, quite like Diana's in both build and temperament.
The others picked up quickly and pretty well, considering some had never been near a horse before that. But Claire.......
"Claire! Your rein's too loose! A thousand times I told you the reins are your telephone line to the horse! If they're too loose it won't obey!"
"But he keeps yanking them out of my hands!"
"You're not supposed to let him! Pull back!"
Silei rolled her eyes.
"We're not going to get anywhere at this rate."
"I never liked this field from the start and I wanna get out of here as fast as possible."
"You never had anything against this field earlier on."
"I just feel I don't like it, that's all."
"You're acting weird, Nez. But fine, I have to agree this place smells. Let's go back, we can set out some jumps in the stable yard. We'll tail- rope Claire's pony behind Gwen's, since it's probably the best behaved of the lot. Claire, just try to pick up and stop telling yourself the animal's going to throw you!"
"One problem. Who brought rope?"
"No one."
"Diana....I guess you can ride holding on to the mane, right?" Sara called in a singsong voice.
"There go my reins."
So before long the party wound its way out of the field, Claire's palamino roped to Gwen's creamy's tail. They went in Indian file, Diana in the lead and Sara, now unofficially Diana's second-in-command when it came to riding, bringing up the rear.
"Hey look......"
They stopped. Up ahead were two white stallions. One was easily recognizable as Asfaloth. Glorfindel was bent over, examining their tracks.
"Shhh..."
"Over protective gits."
"What'd you say we give them a little shock?"
"Let's head back and let them search all day."
"We'll cover the tracks."
Polinn, Shuwen, and Inez dismounted, and, seizing some branches, began destroying their tracks as best as they could. Diana, Silei, and Sara led their horses on ahead. With their soft laughter and the dull clop of several hooves, the girls failed to notice a harsh voice and the sounds of iron-shod feet moving as quietly as possible through the underbrush......
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You people can wait a nice long while for the next chapter. There are a few problems coming up so this will probably take about a week to a half.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not yours. The lyrics used later are copyright Enya.
Fo, if I have less outside readers than you, that only means I get to use more *personal* stuff in this fic.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"*Giggle* That soundtrack is so useful." Silei sniggered.
"You can say that again."
"This'll give 'em a nasty shock."
The nine children were gathered in their shared living room. A sheet of parchment lay on the small table before the fireplace. There was a bottle of ink, bits of shorn-off quill nibs, several inkblots over the tablecloth, a pile of charcoal sticks, and a pile of charcoal stick bits. On the parchment, Diana, most familiar with using pen nibs, had scribed the lyrics of the theme for "Aragorn and Arwen", which also could be found in the Fellowship soundtrack:
O mor henion I dhu
Ely siriar, el sila
Ai! Aniron Undomiel
Tiro! El eria e mor
I lir en el luitha uren
Ai! Aniron...
[A/N: The stupid keyboard will not cooperate and type out the nice special letters.]
Beneath the lyrics, Pris, always the artist, had drawn a near-perfect replica of just now's scene, however, emphasizing the smooching.
"Wonderful."
"Let's leave it somewhere."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, Aragorn got a rude awakening when he saw a sheet of parchment tacked to the wall right outside his room so that he walked straight into it.
He ran straight to Arwen, and dragged her, half-asleep and half-dressed, to his room.
"Oh, Eru.... How would anyone have known? Apart from us only the longtime residents of Rivendell know that place exists."
"Not anymore....."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Glorfindel was worried. Very worried. Rivendell was all too quiet. Normally this quietness he would have relished, but now with the girls on the loose.......
He and Erestor had searched the entire building. No sign of them. Then Erestor had discovered that their horses were missing from the stables. Nine amateur riders who were weaponless made easy orc-prey. *And* they were his responsibility. Elrond was so going to kill him. He had been warned not to let the girls leave the grounds.
"Erestor! Get your horse! We'll have to go after them!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In reality the girls were no more than an hour away from Rivendell. They had discovered a large flat expanse of pasture that had been trampled by iron-shod feet several times already. It was a good guess this was where the horses were let out to graze, and Sara and Diana had decided this would make a good place to knock the others into shape. The field stank a little, they guessed it was from the excretion of the animals. Earlier that morn, Sara had picked out a black horse to carry her, quite like Diana's in both build and temperament.
The others picked up quickly and pretty well, considering some had never been near a horse before that. But Claire.......
"Claire! Your rein's too loose! A thousand times I told you the reins are your telephone line to the horse! If they're too loose it won't obey!"
"But he keeps yanking them out of my hands!"
"You're not supposed to let him! Pull back!"
Silei rolled her eyes.
"We're not going to get anywhere at this rate."
"I never liked this field from the start and I wanna get out of here as fast as possible."
"You never had anything against this field earlier on."
"I just feel I don't like it, that's all."
"You're acting weird, Nez. But fine, I have to agree this place smells. Let's go back, we can set out some jumps in the stable yard. We'll tail- rope Claire's pony behind Gwen's, since it's probably the best behaved of the lot. Claire, just try to pick up and stop telling yourself the animal's going to throw you!"
"One problem. Who brought rope?"
"No one."
"Diana....I guess you can ride holding on to the mane, right?" Sara called in a singsong voice.
"There go my reins."
So before long the party wound its way out of the field, Claire's palamino roped to Gwen's creamy's tail. They went in Indian file, Diana in the lead and Sara, now unofficially Diana's second-in-command when it came to riding, bringing up the rear.
"Hey look......"
They stopped. Up ahead were two white stallions. One was easily recognizable as Asfaloth. Glorfindel was bent over, examining their tracks.
"Shhh..."
"Over protective gits."
"What'd you say we give them a little shock?"
"Let's head back and let them search all day."
"We'll cover the tracks."
Polinn, Shuwen, and Inez dismounted, and, seizing some branches, began destroying their tracks as best as they could. Diana, Silei, and Sara led their horses on ahead. With their soft laughter and the dull clop of several hooves, the girls failed to notice a harsh voice and the sounds of iron-shod feet moving as quietly as possible through the underbrush......
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
You people can wait a nice long while for the next chapter. There are a few problems coming up so this will probably take about a week to a half.