Finishing Elwen and Elrohwen
Chapter 3:
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"Small stitches, Elwen. Elrohwen, get rid of that tangle. Honestly, haven't you two ever done embroidery?" Embroidery Mistress Sereg asked of the two.
Both shook their heads, brown locks swinging. Sighing, Mistress Sereg continued past them and began to help the other, more hopeful, students. Elrohwen looked down at the tangle of bright thread that was attached to her sewing hoop. She promptly flung it across the room. "Waste of time, stitching," she commented, turning to her twin. Elwen nodded and looked at the huge stitches on her hoop.
"All it does is give you sore fingers," Elwen agreed, holding up her swollen digits. "What say we blow this hotdog stand?"
"What's a hotdog?" The twin asked.
"Dunno." With that, the two exited the room and headed for the stables. Mounting a horse, Elwen promptly fell off the other side. Elrohwen shook her head at her twin and mounted more gracefully. After Elwen figured out how to mount, and stay on a horse, they rode into the forest.
They had been riding for ten minutes before a gigantic black spider rushed from the trees and attacked. Falling off her horse, Elwen leapt onto the spider's back. Elrohwen, sensing what she was planning, grabbed a rope from her saddlebags and lassoed the spider.
Together, they managed to trap the spider against a tree. "What should we name him?" Elwen asked, looking at the spider.
After examining the pinned, giant arachnid, Elrohwen replied, "Ernil," High-fiving her sister, she carefully undid the ropes securing Ernil to the tree. "Be nice, Ernil," she scolded when he tried to run at Elwen. All of Ernil's eight eyes turned to her and narrowed into angry slits.
Chapter 3:
Disclaimer: Don't own LotR. End 'o story.
"Small stitches, Elwen. Elrohwen, get rid of that tangle. Honestly, haven't you two ever done embroidery?" Embroidery Mistress Sereg asked of the two.
Both shook their heads, brown locks swinging. Sighing, Mistress Sereg continued past them and began to help the other, more hopeful, students. Elrohwen looked down at the tangle of bright thread that was attached to her sewing hoop. She promptly flung it across the room. "Waste of time, stitching," she commented, turning to her twin. Elwen nodded and looked at the huge stitches on her hoop.
"All it does is give you sore fingers," Elwen agreed, holding up her swollen digits. "What say we blow this hotdog stand?"
"What's a hotdog?" The twin asked.
"Dunno." With that, the two exited the room and headed for the stables. Mounting a horse, Elwen promptly fell off the other side. Elrohwen shook her head at her twin and mounted more gracefully. After Elwen figured out how to mount, and stay on a horse, they rode into the forest.
They had been riding for ten minutes before a gigantic black spider rushed from the trees and attacked. Falling off her horse, Elwen leapt onto the spider's back. Elrohwen, sensing what she was planning, grabbed a rope from her saddlebags and lassoed the spider.
Together, they managed to trap the spider against a tree. "What should we name him?" Elwen asked, looking at the spider.
After examining the pinned, giant arachnid, Elrohwen replied, "Ernil," High-fiving her sister, she carefully undid the ropes securing Ernil to the tree. "Be nice, Ernil," she scolded when he tried to run at Elwen. All of Ernil's eight eyes turned to her and narrowed into angry slits.