CHAPTER 31 - Lingering Presence
Sitting on the end of the double bed, Elladan and Elrohir looked at the six princes, all gathered in Legolas' room. They had not arranged to meet there, it had just . . . happened. First Legolas and Thellind had been debating Lindir, then Nilwethion and the twins had appeared, also debating Lindir, but laughing about him, not feeling remorse, and then the three older princes had appeared to see their brothers.
"So," began Elladan, "Do you like our dear, sweet home of Imladris?"
"It is very light and airy," replied Astaler, "I think it will take a while to get used to. I doubt I will be able to look at your sister for a long time."
The twins frowned slightly. "She reminds you of Calensil?"
The princes nodded, but none of them spoke. Legolas looked up at the archway leading in to the corridor, as if expecting to see his young sister staring at them. She was not there, however. Her body was buried in a tomb hundreds of miles away in Mirkwood, and her soul was resting in the halls of Mandos.
"She is not usually so . . . energetic," said Elrohir, referring to Arwen "She spends much of her time talking quietly with the other maidens, or sewing, or singing with the minstrels - Lindir mainly, they get on very well."
"Playing the trick on Lindir was fun," said Nilwethion, grinning at the twins. The prince of Mirkwood flopped on to the floor and leaned his back against Thellinds' legs. Thellind himself was sitting on the chair by the writing desk. He shifted, uneasily.
"Thellind and I rescued him about an hour ago," Legolas said. The twins and Nilwethion looked at him, slightly accusing.
"Why?"
"We felt guilty. It was as though. . ." the prince waved his hands about, "It reminded us of the orcs."
The twins paled visibly and the princes who had been kept as captives shuddered at the vile, unwanted memory that the words stirred up in their minds. The laughter of the orcs rang in their ears.
"You. . .you really think we behaved. . .like orcs?" stuttered Elladan. He began to shake as Legolas nodded slowly. The prince took a dark flute from the folds of cloth in his belongings. "We were going to give him. . ."
As he looked up, he realised he was talking to thin air. The twins had fled the room, terrified at the thought of acting like orcs.
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Humming softly to himself, Lindir sat under a tree as he dried out beneath the starlight. He strummed the strings on his harp thoughtfully. They would definitely need to be changed. The water had ruined them so much that they would need a lot more than re-tuning. It did not matter though, Lindir reasoned, because he still had the body of the harp. He could pretend that the ambush had never happened.
In the middle of humming his tune, Lindir was disturbed by two identical figures. He froze, expecting to be ambushed again, then quickly hid his harp in the long grass beside him and got ready to scramble up the tree.
As it happened, there was no need. The twins were not interested in the harp, but instead they dropped down on their knees in front him, panting for breath.
"Lindir we are sorry," gasped Elladan, "We never realized we being so hurtful!"
"Please forgive us Lindir. You have to forgive us!" cried Elrohir.
Lindir tried to lean away from them, pressing his shoulder blades in to the tree trunk. He suspected nothing good from the twins, having learnt harsh lessons in the past. He eyed the twins warily.
"Did lord Elrond threaten to separate you again?" he asked slowly. Elladan blinked at Lindir, and then shook his head furiously.
Elladan paled so much that the colour of his skin resembled the white cloak that Lindir had wrapped around himself.
"We have already been separated," he whispered, remembering the torment he had suffered in the dark, "And adar had no part in this. Please, believe us! We truly are sorry!"
At that moment the trees rustled, and the three young elves looked around. Lord Glorfindel and Erestor, one of the councilors of Elrond, were standing watching the scene. Elladan gasped, scrambled to his feet and then ran off in to the night.
"We did not hurt him," babbled Elrohir, "I swear by the stars we did not hurt him!"
Then Elrohir disappeared of after his twin. Glorfindel was about to chase after them but Erestor, a tall elf with long dark hair and dark eyes, stopped him. The old elves turned to Lindir, who still had his back pressed against the tree with shock radiating from him.
"Were they picking on you again?" asked Glorfindel. Lindir shook his head, blonde tresses of hair falling over his shoulders.
"Are you sure?" chimed Erestor. Again, the young elf shook his head. Erestor and Glorfindel looked at each other, worried for the singer.
"Do you speak?" asked Glorfindel. This time, Lindir nodded. He stood up strait, away from the tree trunk, and then stared in to the darkness after the twins.
"Lindir, what did they say to you?"
Lindir took a moment to recollect what the twins had said, and then looked at Glorfindel. Erestor had stayed in Imladris instead of going to Mirkwood, so he knew very little of what had happened over the past couple of months.
"Did something bad happen to the twins when you were in Mirkwood?" he asked. It was a moment before Glorfindel said anything.
"Yes, it did."
Erestor looked from one to the other, confused. He had heard whispers of dark happenings, and he had seen the princes of Mirkwood - all of whom seemed nervous, overly shy and humble. Not at all how he had heard them described by travelers. They had sounded obnoxious, proud and protective of their realm. The councilor wondered where the stories had come from. He had only thought the dark whispers were about the forest itself, however, and had not for a moment suspected that anything had happened to the elves.
"Did Lord Elrond separate them?" asked the singer. Glorfindel shook his head sadly.
"Why do you ask?"
"I asked them if they had been threatened with being separated in to apologizing to me, but they said they had already been separated. If it was not Lord Elrond, who was it?"
"It was orcs," came a new voice, so low the three elves of Imladris had almost missed it. They turned around to see who the newcomers were, and gasped. It was the six princes, staring back at them with hollow, haunted eyes.
"Where did the twins go?" asked Oroweth
Lindir pointed down the dark path.
"They just ran off as soon as Glorfindel and Erestor appeared," he said. The elf trailed off as the three older princes dashed off in the same direction as the twins. Legolas looked nervously at the two older elves, one of whom was clearly confused, but hiding it well. He sidled over to Lindir and pressed something in to the elf's hands. Then, following the direction of their brothers, Thellind, Nilwethion and Legolas ran off in to the darkness.
Lindir looked down at the object in his hands. It was a dark, wooden flute with silver ivy leaves engraved on it. A smile crept across his face and he lifted the flute to his lips to play a tune on it. The sound came ringing and clear, but heartbroken and haunting. The elf looked at the flute, and then at the two older elves.
"Now," said Erestor, calm yet impatient, "perhaps one of you could tell me what on Arda is happening."
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"Elladan!"
"Elrohir!"
"Where are you?"
"Elladan! Elrohir! It is only us!"
Legolas sighed and ran his fingers through his golden hair. He looked at their surroundings. The cloudless night sky was lit up with stars, and the sound of splashing water echoed from not far away. The princes were scattered along a wide, leaf covered path, surrounded by trees. Unlike the forest of Mirkwood, the trees were not packed closely together, and pretty little plants were silhouetted against the woody floor.
"I have found one of them!" the call of Nuryävié rang down the path, alerting his brothers. Elladan, who it turned out to be, was sitting cuddled under the protection of a birch tree. His knees were drawn up to his chest and his arms were wrapped around them. His dark hair fell over his face, which was hidden in his knees. Legolas jogged up, and knelt down on the dry ground, putting his arm around Elladan's shoulders.
"Elladan?" ventured Nuryävié, "Elladan, it is us. Where is Elrohir?"
Elladan looked up and rested his chin on his knees. His eyes shone brightly in the starlight. The princes waited expectantly for an answer.
"He has gone to the stables," said Elladan, finally. "He always goes to the stables when he is upset."
Oroweth and Astaler pulled their half elf friend to his feet, and made their way back down the path. The other four princes looked at each other for a few moments. Again, as had happened in his bedroom, Legolas looked around for Calensil. Again, she was not there. The prince reprimanded himself for being silly. Of course Calensil was not there. How could she be?
"Do you remember the second time we were in the caves of the orcs," he said suddenly, "Astaler said we would be able to meet our brother in the halls of Mandos, and then I reminded him about Calensil and Hollinethir?"
His brothers nodded slowly. It was a memory they did not cherish, and would rather not think about.
"Well . . . now that Calensil and Hollinethir are dead, and naneth with them, what is holding us here? Would it not have been better to die by the hands of the orcs and been with the others than abide here in Arda in misery?"
"What about adar?" asked Nuryävié. His voice quavered, as though he was unsure about what he was saying. An advocate.
"What of him? He hates us!"
"It is too late now anyway," said Nilwethion sadly. "It is not as though we can kill ourselves, or each other. We would be cursed."
The four elves began to walk back along the woody path back up to Imladris, so that they could find the stables where Elrohir was. In the distance, they heard a mournful tune playing. Lindir was obviously testing his new flute.
"Perhaps. . ." began Legolas, and then he trailed off, thinking deeply.
"Perhaps what?" asked Nuryävié.
"Perhaps we might go on a hunt, and perhaps we might accidentally stumble upon orcs, and perhaps the orcs might accidentally kill us," Legolas said.
"Perhaps our spirits would then go to the halls of Mandos," whispered Nilwethion, "And our family would all be joined together."
Thellind clapped his hands for attention, and then pointed westwards. His brothers looked in the direction he was pointing.
"I suppose we could sail to Valinor, but who knows how long they will be in the halls of Mandos," pondered Legolas, "Although if we accidentally stumble upon a party of orcs, we must all be together. As we must be if we cross the sea. Whatever happens, we must always be together."
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In Mirkwood, Culkemen and Silnan raced down the dark path on their grey horses. The galloping hooves thudded in to the ground, leaving deep marks in the damp ground. It had rained the night before, and the ground had still not completely dried out.
As they rounded a bend, the two elves heard a shout from behind them.
"Captain Silnan!"
The two elves drew their horses to a halt, and turned around. Twenty elves emerged from the shadowy undergrowth. The leader stood forward. His hair was long and silver, and tied back in to a tight plait. A naked sword was held in his hand, dripping with spider blood. A bow was slung across his back, and he had a half empty quiver. The new elf was dressed in the attire of the warriors of the woodland realm. Silnan dismounted and walked over to the twenty elves.
"Lachion, my old friend! How goes the mission?"
Lachion, the leader of the twenty elves, rolled his eyes.
"How does any observation mission go? Ridiculously slowly! You are the first elven life we have seen in over a year!"
Silnan froze.
"So. . .you have not heard of the fate of the queen and her daughters? Or the princes? Or of the orcs?"
Lachion tilted his head to the side, confused.
"No. What has happened?"
The elf shook his head sadly, and related to his old friend everything that had happened since the arrival of the Imladris elves. As they listened, the faces of the elves grew grimmer and grimmer. When Silnan had finished his long story, Lachion stood still and silent for a few moments. When he spoke, his voice was low and quiet.
"It seems to me that your mission is much more important than ours. We shall come with you to Imladris to fetch back our princes. What was king Thranduil thinking of, trusting those forsaken half bloods? He should never have trusted any lord with Noldor blood in their veins!"
A grim smile found its way on to Silnan's face.
"That, Lachion, is exactly what I said!"
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A/N: Oh, what a fun chapter! For those of you who aren't sure, or don't know, Erestor is not my character. He belongs to the wonderful J.R.R.Tolkien. So does Lindir. So do all the obvious characters, like Glorfindel and Elrond.
Lachion belongs to me. First he wasn't even going to be in the story, and then he was going to be a she (Lachiel) but then I decided he ought to be a he, and there he is. As you see him in the chapter.
I've just been looking through the old chapters, and I've just realized that I used to give cookies out. I wonder why I stopped. . . *gives reviewers cherry 'n' choc chip cookies* hehe.
PERSONAL REPLY THINGY
MORBID MIND ~ thank you, m'dear
DISCODELIC ~ second reviewer, actually (. Have you been reading it for a while? I hate Mondays too. Actually, I hate all school days. I just hate school
ELIZABETHBLACK4 ~ but that chapter wasn't very emotion. Especially compared to other chapters I've written! Somebody else asked that. He is in fact 15ish, as you guessed, but he had to grow very quickly when he was captured by the orcs. Seeing his naneth and sisters killed also made him age a lot.
ORODRUIN ~ *applauds* well done! You got them right! Silnan is very brave, yes, but he is also ridiculously proud, and didn't like how Mithrandir seemed to be taking charge of their lives for them.
EBONY FALCON ~ ah, you'll just have to wait to find out what happens to Legolas and the others. He might get captured, he might not.
CHRYSTYNA ~ *blushes brightly* wow, thanks!
LAINFAER ~ I like Lindir as well. Arwen isn't usually this hyped up, but she was still fun to write.
LOTRSEER3350 ~ the French exchange was great fun, but the lady we were staying with gave us fish paste, which was disgusting! The two talking at the end were Legolas and Thellind. The rescuer was Thellind, and Legolas was watching from the shrubbery.
COOLIO02 ~ I wouldn't call the twins treacherous. Devious little delinquents, yes, but not treacherous.
SARA ~ yup, your sister reviewed the story a while back. The strings of the harp were ruined, but the rest of the harp was fine. It'll take quite a while for Thranduil to get his sons back. It takes a very long time to get from his hall to Imladris.
IRISH QT ~ yes, that is indeed a very wonderful word. *Savors said word*
Sitting on the end of the double bed, Elladan and Elrohir looked at the six princes, all gathered in Legolas' room. They had not arranged to meet there, it had just . . . happened. First Legolas and Thellind had been debating Lindir, then Nilwethion and the twins had appeared, also debating Lindir, but laughing about him, not feeling remorse, and then the three older princes had appeared to see their brothers.
"So," began Elladan, "Do you like our dear, sweet home of Imladris?"
"It is very light and airy," replied Astaler, "I think it will take a while to get used to. I doubt I will be able to look at your sister for a long time."
The twins frowned slightly. "She reminds you of Calensil?"
The princes nodded, but none of them spoke. Legolas looked up at the archway leading in to the corridor, as if expecting to see his young sister staring at them. She was not there, however. Her body was buried in a tomb hundreds of miles away in Mirkwood, and her soul was resting in the halls of Mandos.
"She is not usually so . . . energetic," said Elrohir, referring to Arwen "She spends much of her time talking quietly with the other maidens, or sewing, or singing with the minstrels - Lindir mainly, they get on very well."
"Playing the trick on Lindir was fun," said Nilwethion, grinning at the twins. The prince of Mirkwood flopped on to the floor and leaned his back against Thellinds' legs. Thellind himself was sitting on the chair by the writing desk. He shifted, uneasily.
"Thellind and I rescued him about an hour ago," Legolas said. The twins and Nilwethion looked at him, slightly accusing.
"Why?"
"We felt guilty. It was as though. . ." the prince waved his hands about, "It reminded us of the orcs."
The twins paled visibly and the princes who had been kept as captives shuddered at the vile, unwanted memory that the words stirred up in their minds. The laughter of the orcs rang in their ears.
"You. . .you really think we behaved. . .like orcs?" stuttered Elladan. He began to shake as Legolas nodded slowly. The prince took a dark flute from the folds of cloth in his belongings. "We were going to give him. . ."
As he looked up, he realised he was talking to thin air. The twins had fled the room, terrified at the thought of acting like orcs.
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Humming softly to himself, Lindir sat under a tree as he dried out beneath the starlight. He strummed the strings on his harp thoughtfully. They would definitely need to be changed. The water had ruined them so much that they would need a lot more than re-tuning. It did not matter though, Lindir reasoned, because he still had the body of the harp. He could pretend that the ambush had never happened.
In the middle of humming his tune, Lindir was disturbed by two identical figures. He froze, expecting to be ambushed again, then quickly hid his harp in the long grass beside him and got ready to scramble up the tree.
As it happened, there was no need. The twins were not interested in the harp, but instead they dropped down on their knees in front him, panting for breath.
"Lindir we are sorry," gasped Elladan, "We never realized we being so hurtful!"
"Please forgive us Lindir. You have to forgive us!" cried Elrohir.
Lindir tried to lean away from them, pressing his shoulder blades in to the tree trunk. He suspected nothing good from the twins, having learnt harsh lessons in the past. He eyed the twins warily.
"Did lord Elrond threaten to separate you again?" he asked slowly. Elladan blinked at Lindir, and then shook his head furiously.
Elladan paled so much that the colour of his skin resembled the white cloak that Lindir had wrapped around himself.
"We have already been separated," he whispered, remembering the torment he had suffered in the dark, "And adar had no part in this. Please, believe us! We truly are sorry!"
At that moment the trees rustled, and the three young elves looked around. Lord Glorfindel and Erestor, one of the councilors of Elrond, were standing watching the scene. Elladan gasped, scrambled to his feet and then ran off in to the night.
"We did not hurt him," babbled Elrohir, "I swear by the stars we did not hurt him!"
Then Elrohir disappeared of after his twin. Glorfindel was about to chase after them but Erestor, a tall elf with long dark hair and dark eyes, stopped him. The old elves turned to Lindir, who still had his back pressed against the tree with shock radiating from him.
"Were they picking on you again?" asked Glorfindel. Lindir shook his head, blonde tresses of hair falling over his shoulders.
"Are you sure?" chimed Erestor. Again, the young elf shook his head. Erestor and Glorfindel looked at each other, worried for the singer.
"Do you speak?" asked Glorfindel. This time, Lindir nodded. He stood up strait, away from the tree trunk, and then stared in to the darkness after the twins.
"Lindir, what did they say to you?"
Lindir took a moment to recollect what the twins had said, and then looked at Glorfindel. Erestor had stayed in Imladris instead of going to Mirkwood, so he knew very little of what had happened over the past couple of months.
"Did something bad happen to the twins when you were in Mirkwood?" he asked. It was a moment before Glorfindel said anything.
"Yes, it did."
Erestor looked from one to the other, confused. He had heard whispers of dark happenings, and he had seen the princes of Mirkwood - all of whom seemed nervous, overly shy and humble. Not at all how he had heard them described by travelers. They had sounded obnoxious, proud and protective of their realm. The councilor wondered where the stories had come from. He had only thought the dark whispers were about the forest itself, however, and had not for a moment suspected that anything had happened to the elves.
"Did Lord Elrond separate them?" asked the singer. Glorfindel shook his head sadly.
"Why do you ask?"
"I asked them if they had been threatened with being separated in to apologizing to me, but they said they had already been separated. If it was not Lord Elrond, who was it?"
"It was orcs," came a new voice, so low the three elves of Imladris had almost missed it. They turned around to see who the newcomers were, and gasped. It was the six princes, staring back at them with hollow, haunted eyes.
"Where did the twins go?" asked Oroweth
Lindir pointed down the dark path.
"They just ran off as soon as Glorfindel and Erestor appeared," he said. The elf trailed off as the three older princes dashed off in the same direction as the twins. Legolas looked nervously at the two older elves, one of whom was clearly confused, but hiding it well. He sidled over to Lindir and pressed something in to the elf's hands. Then, following the direction of their brothers, Thellind, Nilwethion and Legolas ran off in to the darkness.
Lindir looked down at the object in his hands. It was a dark, wooden flute with silver ivy leaves engraved on it. A smile crept across his face and he lifted the flute to his lips to play a tune on it. The sound came ringing and clear, but heartbroken and haunting. The elf looked at the flute, and then at the two older elves.
"Now," said Erestor, calm yet impatient, "perhaps one of you could tell me what on Arda is happening."
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"Elladan!"
"Elrohir!"
"Where are you?"
"Elladan! Elrohir! It is only us!"
Legolas sighed and ran his fingers through his golden hair. He looked at their surroundings. The cloudless night sky was lit up with stars, and the sound of splashing water echoed from not far away. The princes were scattered along a wide, leaf covered path, surrounded by trees. Unlike the forest of Mirkwood, the trees were not packed closely together, and pretty little plants were silhouetted against the woody floor.
"I have found one of them!" the call of Nuryävié rang down the path, alerting his brothers. Elladan, who it turned out to be, was sitting cuddled under the protection of a birch tree. His knees were drawn up to his chest and his arms were wrapped around them. His dark hair fell over his face, which was hidden in his knees. Legolas jogged up, and knelt down on the dry ground, putting his arm around Elladan's shoulders.
"Elladan?" ventured Nuryävié, "Elladan, it is us. Where is Elrohir?"
Elladan looked up and rested his chin on his knees. His eyes shone brightly in the starlight. The princes waited expectantly for an answer.
"He has gone to the stables," said Elladan, finally. "He always goes to the stables when he is upset."
Oroweth and Astaler pulled their half elf friend to his feet, and made their way back down the path. The other four princes looked at each other for a few moments. Again, as had happened in his bedroom, Legolas looked around for Calensil. Again, she was not there. The prince reprimanded himself for being silly. Of course Calensil was not there. How could she be?
"Do you remember the second time we were in the caves of the orcs," he said suddenly, "Astaler said we would be able to meet our brother in the halls of Mandos, and then I reminded him about Calensil and Hollinethir?"
His brothers nodded slowly. It was a memory they did not cherish, and would rather not think about.
"Well . . . now that Calensil and Hollinethir are dead, and naneth with them, what is holding us here? Would it not have been better to die by the hands of the orcs and been with the others than abide here in Arda in misery?"
"What about adar?" asked Nuryävié. His voice quavered, as though he was unsure about what he was saying. An advocate.
"What of him? He hates us!"
"It is too late now anyway," said Nilwethion sadly. "It is not as though we can kill ourselves, or each other. We would be cursed."
The four elves began to walk back along the woody path back up to Imladris, so that they could find the stables where Elrohir was. In the distance, they heard a mournful tune playing. Lindir was obviously testing his new flute.
"Perhaps. . ." began Legolas, and then he trailed off, thinking deeply.
"Perhaps what?" asked Nuryävié.
"Perhaps we might go on a hunt, and perhaps we might accidentally stumble upon orcs, and perhaps the orcs might accidentally kill us," Legolas said.
"Perhaps our spirits would then go to the halls of Mandos," whispered Nilwethion, "And our family would all be joined together."
Thellind clapped his hands for attention, and then pointed westwards. His brothers looked in the direction he was pointing.
"I suppose we could sail to Valinor, but who knows how long they will be in the halls of Mandos," pondered Legolas, "Although if we accidentally stumble upon a party of orcs, we must all be together. As we must be if we cross the sea. Whatever happens, we must always be together."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In Mirkwood, Culkemen and Silnan raced down the dark path on their grey horses. The galloping hooves thudded in to the ground, leaving deep marks in the damp ground. It had rained the night before, and the ground had still not completely dried out.
As they rounded a bend, the two elves heard a shout from behind them.
"Captain Silnan!"
The two elves drew their horses to a halt, and turned around. Twenty elves emerged from the shadowy undergrowth. The leader stood forward. His hair was long and silver, and tied back in to a tight plait. A naked sword was held in his hand, dripping with spider blood. A bow was slung across his back, and he had a half empty quiver. The new elf was dressed in the attire of the warriors of the woodland realm. Silnan dismounted and walked over to the twenty elves.
"Lachion, my old friend! How goes the mission?"
Lachion, the leader of the twenty elves, rolled his eyes.
"How does any observation mission go? Ridiculously slowly! You are the first elven life we have seen in over a year!"
Silnan froze.
"So. . .you have not heard of the fate of the queen and her daughters? Or the princes? Or of the orcs?"
Lachion tilted his head to the side, confused.
"No. What has happened?"
The elf shook his head sadly, and related to his old friend everything that had happened since the arrival of the Imladris elves. As they listened, the faces of the elves grew grimmer and grimmer. When Silnan had finished his long story, Lachion stood still and silent for a few moments. When he spoke, his voice was low and quiet.
"It seems to me that your mission is much more important than ours. We shall come with you to Imladris to fetch back our princes. What was king Thranduil thinking of, trusting those forsaken half bloods? He should never have trusted any lord with Noldor blood in their veins!"
A grim smile found its way on to Silnan's face.
"That, Lachion, is exactly what I said!"
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A/N: Oh, what a fun chapter! For those of you who aren't sure, or don't know, Erestor is not my character. He belongs to the wonderful J.R.R.Tolkien. So does Lindir. So do all the obvious characters, like Glorfindel and Elrond.
Lachion belongs to me. First he wasn't even going to be in the story, and then he was going to be a she (Lachiel) but then I decided he ought to be a he, and there he is. As you see him in the chapter.
I've just been looking through the old chapters, and I've just realized that I used to give cookies out. I wonder why I stopped. . . *gives reviewers cherry 'n' choc chip cookies* hehe.
PERSONAL REPLY THINGY
MORBID MIND ~ thank you, m'dear
DISCODELIC ~ second reviewer, actually (. Have you been reading it for a while? I hate Mondays too. Actually, I hate all school days. I just hate school
ELIZABETHBLACK4 ~ but that chapter wasn't very emotion. Especially compared to other chapters I've written! Somebody else asked that. He is in fact 15ish, as you guessed, but he had to grow very quickly when he was captured by the orcs. Seeing his naneth and sisters killed also made him age a lot.
ORODRUIN ~ *applauds* well done! You got them right! Silnan is very brave, yes, but he is also ridiculously proud, and didn't like how Mithrandir seemed to be taking charge of their lives for them.
EBONY FALCON ~ ah, you'll just have to wait to find out what happens to Legolas and the others. He might get captured, he might not.
CHRYSTYNA ~ *blushes brightly* wow, thanks!
LAINFAER ~ I like Lindir as well. Arwen isn't usually this hyped up, but she was still fun to write.
LOTRSEER3350 ~ the French exchange was great fun, but the lady we were staying with gave us fish paste, which was disgusting! The two talking at the end were Legolas and Thellind. The rescuer was Thellind, and Legolas was watching from the shrubbery.
COOLIO02 ~ I wouldn't call the twins treacherous. Devious little delinquents, yes, but not treacherous.
SARA ~ yup, your sister reviewed the story a while back. The strings of the harp were ruined, but the rest of the harp was fine. It'll take quite a while for Thranduil to get his sons back. It takes a very long time to get from his hall to Imladris.
IRISH QT ~ yes, that is indeed a very wonderful word. *Savors said word*