"Cat, sorry to leave you so soon when we have only just received your
pleasant company, but my brother and I have been ordered to go on a
reconnaissance mission for our father. I do not know when we will return,
but hopefully before the Fellowship leaves." Elrohir says smiling.
"Finally, a chance to go and hunt Orcs again."
Elladan hits his brother upside the head. "Idiot! Never go looking for trouble, it may find you. Besides we're here for another reason besides telling the attractive Cat of our lamentable impending nonattendance." He grins cheekily. Awww. "And we needed to talk to Boromir too. Boromir, we hand over to you Cat's training. At least try and teach her as well as we would have."
"Ask Legolas for advice if you get stuck." Elrohir interjects. "And we have presents for you, Cat!" Elrohir leaves the room for a moment, then comes back in with loads and loads of stuff in his arms. Ooohh, prezzies! I love getting presents.
"First, we have a bow," Says Elladan, picking something off the pile. Elrohir rolls his eyes at his twin's theatricality. "And of course, a quiver and arrows to go with it." Elladan carefully lays the bow and its equipment on the bed. "And then, some clothing suitable for tracking and adventuring." Elladan holds up a suit of clothing against himself, then places it on the bed. "Course, it'll look much better on you. There are two more like this as well. Also, a pack."
"I have a pack!" I interrupt. "And it's waterproof in addition."
"Ah, but your pack doesn't have the goodies in it that this one does." Elrohir waggles his eyebrows. I stifle a giggle.
Elladan glares at his brother, then continues on. "And finally, the crowning glory, a sword and scabbard." Elrohir lays the last thing in his arms on the bed. I sit up, pick it up and withdraw the sword half a span.
"Ooh, pretty!" I put the sword back on the bed and clap my hands. The twins laugh. "What?" I ask them as if I am honestly puzzled. "Wha ez it?" I mimic the peasant voice from Warcraft. Hehehe! Warcraft peasant voices. . . I like clicking on the critters and making them blow up. And clicking lots and lots on the units to annoy them. Hehe. It's funny. I get a lot of strange looks. They're so furny! I submit to a fit of giggles, and they all stare strangely at me. "Oh dear." I say, "My ribs hurt lots more now. You shouldn't make me laugh." I clutch my ribs. They do hurt.
"You laugh all by yourself. I do not see what you find so particularly amusing." Legolas says in a frosty tone, one eyebrow delicately raised. I pout and hit him on the arm.
"Don't go all Elfly on me. It's boring, really." I say in a superior English voice. "And so lower class, dah-ling. Really, one must always be aware of one's surroundings. And being Elfly is just not the polite thing to do when one is with one's friends." Lady of the Manor voice. I lace my fingers together and lay them delicately in my lap. Legolas looks slightly shocked. I blink slowly. Then I sigh and smile. "I am so incredibly bored. Go get Arwen or Lord Elrond so I can get up, someone please?"
"How can you be bored when you are being entertained by no less then three Elven princes and the son of the Steward of Gondor." Elladan says in a reproving voice.
"Meh. Not impressed." I incline my head to one side and flutter my eyelashes. "Go get ya dad, or ya sis. Go on. Git." I slip into a more Ocker accent.
"What?"
"Go and get your father or your sister." I enunciate clearly and carefully for his elucidation. Gee, I know some big words. "Oops. I forgot, dad is like sit or down here, isn't it? Because Aragorn said havo dad to Legolas in the council and that means sit down." Legolas carefully looks elsewhere. "What words of Elvish do I know?" I tick them off on my fingers. "Naamarie, yrch, havo dad, las, lego," Legolas coughs. I look up, "What? I know that Legolas means green leaf in Elvish. Um, ada, Valar, Maia, mithril. Athelus, I think that's Elvish, melamin. . ." When I say this, the Elves blush. Oh, that's right. "Goodness me, not you guys, oh no. Too stuck up for me! Boromir is much more to my liking, hai?" I turn and smile up at Boromir, who has been sitting quietly behind me all this time. "Let me think, I remember a verse about Gondor . . ." I close my eyes and begin to recite. "Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea! West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver Tree, Fell like bright rain in gardens of the kings of old. O proud walls! White towers! O wingéd crown and throne of gold! O Gondor, Gondor! Shall Men behold the Silver Tree, Or West Wind blow again between the Mountains and the Sea?" I open my eyes and frown. "At least, I think that's how it goes. . .I could be wrong." (A/N: The verse is taken from the Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers)
"Beautiful . . ." Boromir whispers quietly.
"Not mine! I disclaim all ownership, I just read it somewhere. . .Oops." The Elves all stare at me. "I shouldn't have said that . . . Gandalf is going to get me! Or Elrond is." I add as an afterthought. "Oh Elbereth, I am in deep, deep trouble, I think." I sit and think for a moment. I cough politely. "Well, uh, thanks for the gifts Elladan and Elrohir. Good journeys! Till we once more meet, which will be in a month or so." They smile slightly. "You just wait! You'll see. I know what day the Fellowship leaves as well, so ner!" I stick my tongue out at them. "An' I'm nae atelling you!" I giggle.
Elrohir tilts his head and listens as silvery bells peal the time forth over Imladris. "We must be going, I think that in fact we may be late, so by your leave Cat, we go." Elladan nods solemnly and stands with his brother. They bow and make their farewells, then leave. Legolas and Boromir stay.
"Well, what was that, oh Elbereth, I am in deep, deep trouble all about, hey?" Boromir says with amusement.
"Can't tell you, I said that."
"And where'd you hear that verse? I never told it to you."
"And as you have said quite frequently, you are not an Elf. Why do you therefore call upon Elbereth?" Legolas says, in a tone of superiority.
"Grr. Get me all mixed up why don't ya? Come on, I'm getting up. I know I can do it." I start to swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Legolas gently turns them back. "Oi!" Pushy males. I am cursed with them.
"Do you not remember what happened the last time you got up? Besides I am sure that Lord Elrond and Arwen would be quite upset if we let you up." Legolas says quietly. "Well, I must go. I will be back however."
"Ooh, is that a threat?"
"No, merely a promise." Legolas smiles slightly and rises to leave on that note. Grr, Elves are so high and mighty. And generally annoying.
"See ya, Leggy!" I call out after him. He shakes his head as he disappears from sight.
"Ah, I thought you said you didn't care for Elves?"
"Legolas is just a friend, and that's probably all he'll ever be. He knows that, we sorted everything out. Stop being a possessive male. 'Sides, you have to admit all Elves are attractive, some more then most. But looking is the most I'll do." I tell Boromir.
"Perhaps. I must unfortunately go as well. Duty calls, but I'll stay till Arwen returns." We sit quietly on the bed until Arwen comes in. "Farewell, Cat."
"See ya Boromir." He exits. "Let's get me better, hai?"
Finally an end to that chapter! Sorry about not posting earlier, but like Boromir, duty called. And it's name was ancient history assessment. DuhduhDAH!! Well, I'll just try and update sooner.
Elladan hits his brother upside the head. "Idiot! Never go looking for trouble, it may find you. Besides we're here for another reason besides telling the attractive Cat of our lamentable impending nonattendance." He grins cheekily. Awww. "And we needed to talk to Boromir too. Boromir, we hand over to you Cat's training. At least try and teach her as well as we would have."
"Ask Legolas for advice if you get stuck." Elrohir interjects. "And we have presents for you, Cat!" Elrohir leaves the room for a moment, then comes back in with loads and loads of stuff in his arms. Ooohh, prezzies! I love getting presents.
"First, we have a bow," Says Elladan, picking something off the pile. Elrohir rolls his eyes at his twin's theatricality. "And of course, a quiver and arrows to go with it." Elladan carefully lays the bow and its equipment on the bed. "And then, some clothing suitable for tracking and adventuring." Elladan holds up a suit of clothing against himself, then places it on the bed. "Course, it'll look much better on you. There are two more like this as well. Also, a pack."
"I have a pack!" I interrupt. "And it's waterproof in addition."
"Ah, but your pack doesn't have the goodies in it that this one does." Elrohir waggles his eyebrows. I stifle a giggle.
Elladan glares at his brother, then continues on. "And finally, the crowning glory, a sword and scabbard." Elrohir lays the last thing in his arms on the bed. I sit up, pick it up and withdraw the sword half a span.
"Ooh, pretty!" I put the sword back on the bed and clap my hands. The twins laugh. "What?" I ask them as if I am honestly puzzled. "Wha ez it?" I mimic the peasant voice from Warcraft. Hehehe! Warcraft peasant voices. . . I like clicking on the critters and making them blow up. And clicking lots and lots on the units to annoy them. Hehe. It's funny. I get a lot of strange looks. They're so furny! I submit to a fit of giggles, and they all stare strangely at me. "Oh dear." I say, "My ribs hurt lots more now. You shouldn't make me laugh." I clutch my ribs. They do hurt.
"You laugh all by yourself. I do not see what you find so particularly amusing." Legolas says in a frosty tone, one eyebrow delicately raised. I pout and hit him on the arm.
"Don't go all Elfly on me. It's boring, really." I say in a superior English voice. "And so lower class, dah-ling. Really, one must always be aware of one's surroundings. And being Elfly is just not the polite thing to do when one is with one's friends." Lady of the Manor voice. I lace my fingers together and lay them delicately in my lap. Legolas looks slightly shocked. I blink slowly. Then I sigh and smile. "I am so incredibly bored. Go get Arwen or Lord Elrond so I can get up, someone please?"
"How can you be bored when you are being entertained by no less then three Elven princes and the son of the Steward of Gondor." Elladan says in a reproving voice.
"Meh. Not impressed." I incline my head to one side and flutter my eyelashes. "Go get ya dad, or ya sis. Go on. Git." I slip into a more Ocker accent.
"What?"
"Go and get your father or your sister." I enunciate clearly and carefully for his elucidation. Gee, I know some big words. "Oops. I forgot, dad is like sit or down here, isn't it? Because Aragorn said havo dad to Legolas in the council and that means sit down." Legolas carefully looks elsewhere. "What words of Elvish do I know?" I tick them off on my fingers. "Naamarie, yrch, havo dad, las, lego," Legolas coughs. I look up, "What? I know that Legolas means green leaf in Elvish. Um, ada, Valar, Maia, mithril. Athelus, I think that's Elvish, melamin. . ." When I say this, the Elves blush. Oh, that's right. "Goodness me, not you guys, oh no. Too stuck up for me! Boromir is much more to my liking, hai?" I turn and smile up at Boromir, who has been sitting quietly behind me all this time. "Let me think, I remember a verse about Gondor . . ." I close my eyes and begin to recite. "Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea! West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver Tree, Fell like bright rain in gardens of the kings of old. O proud walls! White towers! O wingéd crown and throne of gold! O Gondor, Gondor! Shall Men behold the Silver Tree, Or West Wind blow again between the Mountains and the Sea?" I open my eyes and frown. "At least, I think that's how it goes. . .I could be wrong." (A/N: The verse is taken from the Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers)
"Beautiful . . ." Boromir whispers quietly.
"Not mine! I disclaim all ownership, I just read it somewhere. . .Oops." The Elves all stare at me. "I shouldn't have said that . . . Gandalf is going to get me! Or Elrond is." I add as an afterthought. "Oh Elbereth, I am in deep, deep trouble, I think." I sit and think for a moment. I cough politely. "Well, uh, thanks for the gifts Elladan and Elrohir. Good journeys! Till we once more meet, which will be in a month or so." They smile slightly. "You just wait! You'll see. I know what day the Fellowship leaves as well, so ner!" I stick my tongue out at them. "An' I'm nae atelling you!" I giggle.
Elrohir tilts his head and listens as silvery bells peal the time forth over Imladris. "We must be going, I think that in fact we may be late, so by your leave Cat, we go." Elladan nods solemnly and stands with his brother. They bow and make their farewells, then leave. Legolas and Boromir stay.
"Well, what was that, oh Elbereth, I am in deep, deep trouble all about, hey?" Boromir says with amusement.
"Can't tell you, I said that."
"And where'd you hear that verse? I never told it to you."
"And as you have said quite frequently, you are not an Elf. Why do you therefore call upon Elbereth?" Legolas says, in a tone of superiority.
"Grr. Get me all mixed up why don't ya? Come on, I'm getting up. I know I can do it." I start to swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Legolas gently turns them back. "Oi!" Pushy males. I am cursed with them.
"Do you not remember what happened the last time you got up? Besides I am sure that Lord Elrond and Arwen would be quite upset if we let you up." Legolas says quietly. "Well, I must go. I will be back however."
"Ooh, is that a threat?"
"No, merely a promise." Legolas smiles slightly and rises to leave on that note. Grr, Elves are so high and mighty. And generally annoying.
"See ya, Leggy!" I call out after him. He shakes his head as he disappears from sight.
"Ah, I thought you said you didn't care for Elves?"
"Legolas is just a friend, and that's probably all he'll ever be. He knows that, we sorted everything out. Stop being a possessive male. 'Sides, you have to admit all Elves are attractive, some more then most. But looking is the most I'll do." I tell Boromir.
"Perhaps. I must unfortunately go as well. Duty calls, but I'll stay till Arwen returns." We sit quietly on the bed until Arwen comes in. "Farewell, Cat."
"See ya Boromir." He exits. "Let's get me better, hai?"
Finally an end to that chapter! Sorry about not posting earlier, but like Boromir, duty called. And it's name was ancient history assessment. DuhduhDAH!! Well, I'll just try and update sooner.