Finishing Elwen and Elrohwen
Chapter 2: Arrival
Elwen and Elrohwen's boots crunched on the path. Elwen looked up at the foreboding castle before her.
"That's a scary lookin' castle." she remarked, eyes wide.
"How is it scary? It's LAVENDER!"
"Exactly."
"Their escort led them up to a set of doors that were easily 600 handspans tall, and made of marble. He knocked the bow-shaped brass knocker and a loud, pealing sound rang out. It played Greensleeves. The twins screamed.
"THE HORROR!"
They were dragged inside by two small, yet surprising strong girls who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. The doors slammed shut behind them ominously.
~*~
"Sing more purely, Elrohwen! You're not a cow! You don't need to bellow."
Elrohwen rolled her eyes, but sang more 'purely', if only to shut Lady Nainie up.
"Higher!" Elrohwen sang 3 octaves higher than the note. "Lower!" She sang quite a few octaves below the note, but not as deep as she was before. "Higher!" And on this went until Lady Nainie gave up and turned to the other sister, Elwen.
"Your turn, Elwen." She played a note on the harp. :Sing that middle C. Should be easy for you."
"Screw you."
"What was that?!"
"I said, SCREW YOU. What, are you deaf, or do you just want me to refuse again?"
Lady Nainie puffed purple at this. "You will sing, or we will expel you from this school for talking back!"
Elwen grinned at her stroke of luck and began calling her every name in her foul vocabulary.
~*~
It took about a week or so for the teachers to realize that threatening them with the normal threats wasn't going to work. They then tried giving them no meals, but the twins would find a way to steal food right from underneath the cook's noses. Then they tried flogging and other physical punishment, but they bore it without so much as a tear or a whimper. After that was solitary confinement, but they somehow managed to break every object in the room, even when tied to a chair. Then was confinement with supervision, but the teachers always ran out screaming bloody murder before five minutes were even over.
"D'ya suppose we're making a good impression?" the she-elf asked her sister plaintitively.
Elwen and Elrohwen's boots crunched on the path. Elwen looked up at the foreboding castle before her.
"That's a scary lookin' castle." she remarked, eyes wide.
"How is it scary? It's LAVENDER!"
"Exactly."
"Their escort led them up to a set of doors that were easily 600 handspans tall, and made of marble. He knocked the bow-shaped brass knocker and a loud, pealing sound rang out. It played Greensleeves. The twins screamed.
"THE HORROR!"
They were dragged inside by two small, yet surprising strong girls who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. The doors slammed shut behind them ominously.
~*~
"Sing more purely, Elrohwen! You're not a cow! You don't need to bellow."
Elrohwen rolled her eyes, but sang more 'purely', if only to shut Lady Nainie up.
"Higher!" Elrohwen sang 3 octaves higher than the note. "Lower!" She sang quite a few octaves below the note, but not as deep as she was before. "Higher!" And on this went until Lady Nainie gave up and turned to the other sister, Elwen.
"Your turn, Elwen." She played a note on the harp. :Sing that middle C. Should be easy for you."
"Screw you."
"What was that?!"
"I said, SCREW YOU. What, are you deaf, or do you just want me to refuse again?"
Lady Nainie puffed purple at this. "You will sing, or we will expel you from this school for talking back!"
Elwen grinned at her stroke of luck and began calling her every name in her foul vocabulary.
~*~
It took about a week or so for the teachers to realize that threatening them with the normal threats wasn't going to work. They then tried giving them no meals, but the twins would find a way to steal food right from underneath the cook's noses. Then they tried flogging and other physical punishment, but they bore it without so much as a tear or a whimper. After that was solitary confinement, but they somehow managed to break every object in the room, even when tied to a chair. Then was confinement with supervision, but the teachers always ran out screaming bloody murder before five minutes were even over.
"D'ya suppose we're making a good impression?" the she-elf asked her sister plaintitively.