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Family especially Fëarána and Fëárë Mwah ha ha ha ha
Mystical Dreams: Thanks for the review, here is chapter 2 for you (ah, I rhymed, what is the world coming too?). hope you like.
Chapter 2 - celebrations gone wrong
The palace was aglow with thousands of lights spread through the palace rooms, corridors and luscious gardens. The carriages leading to the palace stretched for miles, a long winding trail snaking through the capitol of Quintaria. At the front of the line, many ladies in colourful arrays of flowing gowns and men dressed sharply in tunics poured forth from the carriages and made their way towards the grand hall and ballroom of the loyal lodging.
Inside, the ballroom was overflowing already with important quests and representatives of Middle Earth. The guests staying in the palace were arriving in dribs and drabs, while a steady stream of guests from the gates were entering through the main doors of the grand hall. At the end of the room was a dais, two large gilded thrones surrounded by six smaller silver coloured chairs. The largest throne was occupied by the tall raven-haired dark complexion of the king, Matron. Next to him sat Lenarial, his beloved queen, her fair face and golden hair like her mother, the lady Galadriel contrasted against the king.
The crown prince Mäestron, accompanied by his younger brothers Allejando and Elgallen mingled with the crowd, drawing looks of admiration from the young women present. These three princes had inherited the looks of their father, raven hair and deep blue eyes, however it was accompanied by the pale complexion of their mother. The three princes seemed to be enjoying themselves, dancing or chatting with the elite and beautiful Elven maidens and mortal women in the throng. The last prince was missing, Ohtarion, the most adventurous and rebellious of the brothers was often used as a messenger for his father. Ohtarion was still journeying back from Rivendell where he had been sent with a message for his uncle, Lord Elrond.
Still, two of the smaller silver chairs remained unaccounted for. The two belonged to the only daughters of Matron Fearana and Feare. The beautiful young daughters of the king had finally come into adulthood. In response, Matron and Lenarial threw the greatest, most breathtaking party in celebration of their 1000th birthday.
Gradually, the trickle of guests entering into the hall stopped and the lively music was cut, leaving the hall in a hushed silence. Slowly, the king stood up, and the whole congregation turned to face the ruler. "Welcome all" his voice boomed across the hall silencing all those who still persisted to talk. "This is the 1000th birthday, and the coming of age of my beloved daughters Fearana and Feare. On their behalf I would like to thank you all for coming and celebrating this joyous occasion." The hall broke into applause as the king sat back down, beaming in pleasure at the success of his daughter's party.
From behind the king stepped forward a herald and four trumpeters. They positioned themselves in front of the dais where the king and queen sat. The herald cleared his throat "I present daughters of Matron Lord of Quintaria, The princesses Fearana and Feare." His melodious voice rang out through the hall, and everyone turned at the grinding sound of the doors opening.
Slowly, the doors swung open, the bright lights on the other side dimmed to reveal.. Nothing! The entrance hall was empty, save for Sailawen, the head of the servants, who slipped into the hall and quickly made her way to the dais where she inconspicuously ran up to the king and bent down to whisper nervously into the kings ear. The wide beaming smile that had adorned the king's face swiftly changed to become forced, like one would when severely disappointed or rather angry. Her task done, Sailawen wisely disappeared from the hall.
The king once again raised up and addressed the assembled guests. "It seems that the princesses are taking a little longer than expected." he said with plastered happiness. "I'm sure it's nothing more than a ripped hem..." the king seemed to falter, as if unsure what to say next, however, he was saved by the servants that quickly entered the hall, carrying large plates of food and platters of wine. Sailawen stood at the door, and catching the kings eye. Imperceptibly, the king gave her a nod of thanks, grateful for her help. The king recomposed himself "Dinner is served." And with no second thought to the princesses, the guests started to head towards the dinning tables.
The Princes in the throng hurried through the guests to make their way to the dais, expressions of worry, confusion and annoyance written equally across the three faces. "What is the matter father?" Maestron anxiously asked, "Where are the girls." Lenarial looked quickly over towards her husband as his face slowly turned from a sickly white to a deep scarlet shade. Swiftly, the royal family removed themselves from the ballroom, a move hardly noted by the eating guests. However, one of the guests, a handsome elf with the most deep and piercing ice blue eyes and flaxen hair looked on with worry, and deftly followed the family out of the room.
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"WHERE IN ERU'S NAME DO THOSE GIRLS THINK THEY CAN RUN OFF TO!?!?!?" Matron boomed, now in the privacy of a secluded room. Lenarial ran her hands down the arm of her husband.
"Now please calm down my husband" she pleaded desperately. "I'm sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation."
"NONSENSE! You know this Lenarial, always doing what they want, never giving me a moments peace" his voice rose again "MAKING AN UTTER FOOL OF THE WHOLE PALACE AND ME. This has gone on far long enough. Maestron, Elgallen, Allejando." At the sound of their names the three princes fell into line before their father.
"When does Ohtarion return home?" the king snapped
"A messenger came not long ago father." Allejando swiftly replied. "He should be here in half an hour, an hour at the uttermost.
"Excellent" Matron replied gravely. "I want one of you to ride out and meet him, if anyone will know where the twins are, it will be him, illuvatar forbid they do nothing without him."
"Yes father" and as quickly as it was said Elgallen swept out of the room and hurried towards the stables.
"As for you two," Matron directed at Maestron and Allejando, "I want you to search any place the twins might be. Look in the stable, weaponry, blacksmith, archery range, unseemly taverns across the city. anywhere they might have gone." With the finish of their fathers speech, the princes ran out of the room, eager to begin their search.
As the princes ran out of the room, they came face to face with the smiling face of the handsome, blue eyed, blonde haired guest. "Legolas!" Maestron exclaimed, "shouldn't you be enjoying the celebrations like the rest of the guests?"
"I'm glad you used the word should" Legolas replied a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. But I heard that the stunning twins vanished into thin air leaving the king in a right state of mind, so I came to offer my assistance in the capture of the princesses." The ghost of a smile that had been haunting Legolas' lips now revealed itself as he broke into melodious laughter.
"Well you probably have the best idea where to find them seeing that you spend so much time with Ohtarion, and where-ever our dear brother is the twins are most likely to follow." Maestron accused.
"Well what can you expect," Legolas replied smoothly "my friend is has taken quite a shine to the little princesses, and seeing as my best friend is a certain brother of yours, you can understand my predicament. and that made absolutely no sense at all" he finished.
Allejando burst out laughing at the Legolas' speech, and Maestron and Legolas soon joined him in laughter as the three princes strode out of the palace and into the entrance courtyard. "So. where shall we start our search?" Maestron asked
"My guess is as good as any." Legolas replied to the puzzlement of the brothers, he promptly closed his eyes, spun around in a circle and stopped suddenly pointing in some unknown direction. "Our search begins in this direction gentlemen" he stated and started to walk the way his finger had pointed.
Maestron and Allejando were left behind as the Prince of Mirkwood walked into the distance. "Well, what have we got to loose?" Allejando shrugged, as the two elves jogged after their friend.
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The forests at the edge of the city were always teeming with life, it was no exception this night. The forests might be full of life, but the city was suspiciously empty, well at least this was the perception of two young elves who were currently inhabiting the forests. Two pairs of silver eyes peered through the brush of the forest and looked at the read stretching outwards to greater lands and adventures. The eyes stared longingly at the outside world, a place they had only ever seen from afar, never experienced, never tasted, never touched, never felt before. The world was also a place their dad would never let them see if he could help it.
One pair of silver eyes squinted out to the distance, sone pair of eyes that were the colour of molten silver, like mithril, or true silver. "I can see something," her voice sounded out into the warm night air.
"Where, I don't see anything." Another impatient voice came into the air, this one sounded almost identical to the first.
"That is because dear sister, you are Feare and I am Fearana, so therefore I am better." She looked slyly across and smirked at her slightly younger sister and the terribly affronted look on her fair face. The pale silver, almost grey eyes of Feare drew in close as she shot her sister an Elvish death stare.
"Oh, be quiet rana and tell me when you see him." Fearana just laughed at her sister's impatience then looked back at the road. A solitary rider was making their way towards the city. On close inspection, Fearana saw the brilliant blue eyes, the dark golden hair and royal crest of the rider. She knew it could only be one person. " Feare, hey Feare" she cried to her sister, "Ohtarion, oh, he's back." But before she could even finish her sentence, Feare had already left her place beside her startled sister, and was flying down the hill to the road, and then to their favourite brother.
"Wait for me sis!" Fearana cried out and then bolted after her sister. All thoughts of anything else, or more specifically, an important ball lay forgotten in the small patch of forest
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Ohtarion smiled wearily, it was good to be back home. He looked longingly at the palace, counting how long it would be before he could get to his room, have a nice hot bath. and then be attacked by his two hyperactive younger sisters. Today was, after all their 1000th birthday, and he had ridden non-stop for the last two days, just so he could greet his sisters on their birthday. Then he could watch them screw their noses up, whine and complain, yell and sometimes even threaten their way out of wearing dresses and leaving the ball early.
Thinking about his sisters' birthday, Ohtarion patted his saddlebag hung over his horse's hindquarters. This was where he had stored the presents he had been given to present to the twins. Ohtarion was startled out of his reverie, as he looked ahead of him, shocked by the large, woman like figures running at him. All that he could register was long, unruly, raven coloured ringlets, dark complexion and silver eyes before he was knocked clean off his horse and whacked his head on the hard ground with a loud thwack.
Ohtarion was suddenly aware of someone sitting on him when his body was once again barged by another figure; both him and the first person went sprawling across the ground. In an instant, Ohtarion drew his sword at the attack, but it was dropped in a second when he realised it was not orcs or balrogs attacking him, but something much worse, something more foul, the ban of Ohtarion. It was his two little sisters, obviously once again hyperactive and ecstatic at his return.
Ohtarion laughed, and his laughter was joined by the melodious laughter of his sisters as the three of the royal children lifted themselves off the ground and into a large bear hug.
"I missed you so much" cried out Feare, giving her brother another bug hug. "From now on, you can't go anywhere without taking us as well"
"How can you go away for a year!" Fearana exclaimed jumping up and down in excitement.
"A year?" Ohtarion asked in fake surprise, "was I really gone that long?"
"Yes, really really really" Feare said, and the twins once again leant in on their brother so the siblings ended up again on the ground. "How fair our cousins?" she inquired sitting up and jumping on her brother again.
"They are all in good health." Ohtarion picked her up and sat her on the ground beside him. "Our dear uncle Elrond sends his love, and told me that he will come and visit as soon as he has a free moment." He stopped at this and tapped his head, "there was something else. oh yes. Elrohir and Elladan say they love you too and they all send their apologies for not coming to your birthday celebrations"
"But what of Arwen? What says our cousin" Fearana whined grabbing her brothers arm.
"Did I forget to mention Arwen? Our dear beloved cousin?" he exclaimed hitting his head in forged innocence.
"Yes you did, what of Arwen?" she repeated
"Well" he started, "Arwen was in Lothlorien with our grandmother. they both send their love as well and also apologise for not attending your birthday party." The twins screwed up their noses again at the word party. It was a well-known fact that the twins hated anything that involved them wearing dresses or behaving. Feare heaved a sigh of relief as well and slumped to the ground.
"What was that for" Ohtarion asked puzzled.
"Well. I love Arwen, and I love Grandma, but." she paused a little, then said very quickly "It's just that grandmother is so boring and she always tries to make me wear dresses and then she does the 'comee looooook intooooo my mirrrrrrrorrrrr. You will seeee mannnny thiiinnngs' and she is kinda creepy in an old person way."
Fearana and Ohtarion just stared at her in shock. "Well she is" Feare announced defensively. A long silence followed until Ohtarion uttered a single sentence, "I've got presents." Then all hell broke loose.
"Presents, presents, presents!" the twins cried in unison, once again jumping onto their now poor battered brother.
"Yes, yes" he said standing up and catching his horse which had started to walk away. "I'll just get them if you'll leave me alone for a minute!" In an instant the boisterous twins were as quiet and docile as lambs.
"Now I know the middle of no-where is not the best place to open your presents so you have got to be careful with them and don't let them get dirty." He handed the girls each a small present each wrapped in delicate periwinkle blue crape paper. The girls greedily grabbed their presents, and with a quick "thankyou" ripped into the paper, sending small pieces everywhere. The looks of joy on the twins faces was quickly replaced by shock and disgust at what was within the wrapping paper.
"Those are from Elrond" Ohtarion added, quite amused at the look on their faces.
"We will have to send him a thankyou card for the wonderful gifts" Fearana said with half enthusiasm as she held up the pinkest and frilliest dresses ever seen in Middle-Earth.
"Well then" uttered Ohtarion giving the twins another set of presents. "open these then, they are from Galadriel."
The twins hesitantly took the new presents and gingerly opened the wrapping. The looks of apprehension on their faces didn't change as they held up identical necklace and ring sets. "Remind us to send grandmother a thankyou card as well" Fearana said again, trying very hard to hide the disappointment in her voice.
"cheer up my little sisters, you still have to open my gift." With a flourish Ohtarion presented each twin with a large present, wrapped in a velvet cloth. "Now do not let father see these or he will skin my hide, son or not and throw me out of the kingdom."
"On, so you got us a good present." Feare said excitedly unravelling the cloth. The twins gasped as the cloths fell to the ground to reveal two shiny silver swords, the swords were curved with Elvish runes inscribed along the blade, the handles were made of the finest leather with mithril set into the handle. "Wow!" gasped Feare. "they are beautiful, thankyou!" with that she through her arms around her brother and was soon joined by Fearana "love you" the twins chorused.
The happy family moment was broken up by the sound of an approaching horse and rider. The swords were quickly put back into the saddlebag, and the three siblings stood up to watch the approaching rider. Fearana looked to the distance towards the rider. "uh oh" she whispered, her face going pale
"What ever is the matter?" Feare asked anxiously, but her question remained unanswered, and as the rider approached, the siblings realised that it was Elgallen. He rode up, his horse blowing and sweat lathered its neck.
"Ohtarion, thank Eru that I found you, father is really angry and I need your help to find." Elgallen's voice trailed off as he saw the accused people standing with Ohtarion. "Well, in that case you can help me get them back to the palace."
"What if we don't want to go back?" Feare stated stamping her foot on the ground. Elgallen raised an eyebrow.
"Perhaps we should go back and talk to father, he will not be happy, I mean think about it, we humiliated him" Fearana cooed, trying to see reason with her sister, something only she could do when Feare's temper caught hold of her
"So, deserves him right" Feare claimed.
"Will you stop being so unreasonable" Fearana said quietly to her sister
Elgallen watched on, finally realizing which twin was which. One could only notice which twin was which when they fought; it was something about their reasoning. He looked on as the twins stared at one another. Some hidden argument seemed to be held between them and Fearana obviously won because next minute Feare shouted "Okay, fine then. I hate balls and that kind of stuff and he knows it, yet father still tries to shove me into the image of an ideal daughter." With a final huff she climbed on the back of Ohtarion's horse and glared accusingly at everyone else. Swiftly Ohtarion climbed on in front of her and Fearana sat behind Elgallen
The four siblings rode out and started to ride back to the city with Feare grumbling behind Ohtarion
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Legolas, Maestron and Allejando stood near the gates, they had looked absolutely everywhere for the twins to no avail. "Where else could those girls be?" Maestron cried out in frustration, stamping his foot on the cobbled stones.
"I have no idea" admitted Legolas who was scratching his head. "It does not matter now for Elgallen and Ohtarion should be here soon"
As if on cue, the brothers rode in through the gates with the twins sitting behind them. "Legolas, sworn brother?" Ohtarion leaped off the horse and embraced his dearest friend. "It has been too long, too long since I have seen you last. How is the family, what about you father."
Maestron cleared his throat loudly. "I do believe we have something more important to take care of mellon, namely taking these two fugitives to our father."
Legolas looked around, suddenly realising the presence of the twins. "Hello fair ladies" he cried teasingly walking up to the twins. "What are two beautiful ladies such as yourself doing out here at this time of night?" his eyes glinted as he played with the twins, trying to make them smile
"Hello Legolas" Fearana said delightfully, a smile gracing her once frowning face.
Legolas turned to look at Feare who just scowled at him and jumping off the horse, sat down with a huff and started to sulk. "Don't worry about her" Fearana stated, "she is not very happy at this moment of time."
Feare stood up and looked directly at Maestron. "the ball is finished you had better take us to father now" she dramatically held out her arms like one would when expecting to be tied up and dragged. Maestron grabbed her arms in a strong grip and guided Fearana towards the palace. Weaving in and out of the now departing guests who stared at the royals as they passed. The trio walked through the entrance hall, up the main staircase and towards their fathers study.
"I've changed my mind now" Feare said, her voice quavering, "I'll see father tomorrow, or the day after that, or maybe next week." She broke the grip Maestron had on her arms and bolted back down the corridor and towards the staircase.
But she didn't get very far, she had only taken five strides when she ran into something. Something solid and hard Feare was thrown back and went sprawling onto the ground. Fearana gave a small gasp at the plight of her beloved sister, yet stayed rooted to the spot.
Slowly Feare looked up from her position on the ground. She saw a pair of tanned suede boots, black breeches and a blood red tunic covered by a thick black cape. She looked up further and saw the dark complexion, uncommon dark brown eyes and finally the raven hair crowned by the golden circlet of the King of Quintaria.
Feare gulped and looked into the dark, menacing face of her father. "Get up" he commanded, is cold voice sending a shiver down her spine. She stood up from where she had been laying and sent a fleeting look at her sister for support before her father pointed at the large Mahogany doors of his study and office. "You" he said, pointing at Feare "and you" pointing at Fearana. "In there." Slowly, the twins inched towards the door, trying to prolong the inevitable. With one last look at the sympathetic and encouraging looks on their brothers faces, they stepped into the room, where the door was slammed after them by their furious father.
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Chapter 2 - celebrations gone wrong
The palace was aglow with thousands of lights spread through the palace rooms, corridors and luscious gardens. The carriages leading to the palace stretched for miles, a long winding trail snaking through the capitol of Quintaria. At the front of the line, many ladies in colourful arrays of flowing gowns and men dressed sharply in tunics poured forth from the carriages and made their way towards the grand hall and ballroom of the loyal lodging.
Inside, the ballroom was overflowing already with important quests and representatives of Middle Earth. The guests staying in the palace were arriving in dribs and drabs, while a steady stream of guests from the gates were entering through the main doors of the grand hall. At the end of the room was a dais, two large gilded thrones surrounded by six smaller silver coloured chairs. The largest throne was occupied by the tall raven-haired dark complexion of the king, Matron. Next to him sat Lenarial, his beloved queen, her fair face and golden hair like her mother, the lady Galadriel contrasted against the king.
The crown prince Mäestron, accompanied by his younger brothers Allejando and Elgallen mingled with the crowd, drawing looks of admiration from the young women present. These three princes had inherited the looks of their father, raven hair and deep blue eyes, however it was accompanied by the pale complexion of their mother. The three princes seemed to be enjoying themselves, dancing or chatting with the elite and beautiful Elven maidens and mortal women in the throng. The last prince was missing, Ohtarion, the most adventurous and rebellious of the brothers was often used as a messenger for his father. Ohtarion was still journeying back from Rivendell where he had been sent with a message for his uncle, Lord Elrond.
Still, two of the smaller silver chairs remained unaccounted for. The two belonged to the only daughters of Matron Fearana and Feare. The beautiful young daughters of the king had finally come into adulthood. In response, Matron and Lenarial threw the greatest, most breathtaking party in celebration of their 1000th birthday.
Gradually, the trickle of guests entering into the hall stopped and the lively music was cut, leaving the hall in a hushed silence. Slowly, the king stood up, and the whole congregation turned to face the ruler. "Welcome all" his voice boomed across the hall silencing all those who still persisted to talk. "This is the 1000th birthday, and the coming of age of my beloved daughters Fearana and Feare. On their behalf I would like to thank you all for coming and celebrating this joyous occasion." The hall broke into applause as the king sat back down, beaming in pleasure at the success of his daughter's party.
From behind the king stepped forward a herald and four trumpeters. They positioned themselves in front of the dais where the king and queen sat. The herald cleared his throat "I present daughters of Matron Lord of Quintaria, The princesses Fearana and Feare." His melodious voice rang out through the hall, and everyone turned at the grinding sound of the doors opening.
Slowly, the doors swung open, the bright lights on the other side dimmed to reveal.. Nothing! The entrance hall was empty, save for Sailawen, the head of the servants, who slipped into the hall and quickly made her way to the dais where she inconspicuously ran up to the king and bent down to whisper nervously into the kings ear. The wide beaming smile that had adorned the king's face swiftly changed to become forced, like one would when severely disappointed or rather angry. Her task done, Sailawen wisely disappeared from the hall.
The king once again raised up and addressed the assembled guests. "It seems that the princesses are taking a little longer than expected." he said with plastered happiness. "I'm sure it's nothing more than a ripped hem..." the king seemed to falter, as if unsure what to say next, however, he was saved by the servants that quickly entered the hall, carrying large plates of food and platters of wine. Sailawen stood at the door, and catching the kings eye. Imperceptibly, the king gave her a nod of thanks, grateful for her help. The king recomposed himself "Dinner is served." And with no second thought to the princesses, the guests started to head towards the dinning tables.
The Princes in the throng hurried through the guests to make their way to the dais, expressions of worry, confusion and annoyance written equally across the three faces. "What is the matter father?" Maestron anxiously asked, "Where are the girls." Lenarial looked quickly over towards her husband as his face slowly turned from a sickly white to a deep scarlet shade. Swiftly, the royal family removed themselves from the ballroom, a move hardly noted by the eating guests. However, one of the guests, a handsome elf with the most deep and piercing ice blue eyes and flaxen hair looked on with worry, and deftly followed the family out of the room.
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"WHERE IN ERU'S NAME DO THOSE GIRLS THINK THEY CAN RUN OFF TO!?!?!?" Matron boomed, now in the privacy of a secluded room. Lenarial ran her hands down the arm of her husband.
"Now please calm down my husband" she pleaded desperately. "I'm sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation."
"NONSENSE! You know this Lenarial, always doing what they want, never giving me a moments peace" his voice rose again "MAKING AN UTTER FOOL OF THE WHOLE PALACE AND ME. This has gone on far long enough. Maestron, Elgallen, Allejando." At the sound of their names the three princes fell into line before their father.
"When does Ohtarion return home?" the king snapped
"A messenger came not long ago father." Allejando swiftly replied. "He should be here in half an hour, an hour at the uttermost.
"Excellent" Matron replied gravely. "I want one of you to ride out and meet him, if anyone will know where the twins are, it will be him, illuvatar forbid they do nothing without him."
"Yes father" and as quickly as it was said Elgallen swept out of the room and hurried towards the stables.
"As for you two," Matron directed at Maestron and Allejando, "I want you to search any place the twins might be. Look in the stable, weaponry, blacksmith, archery range, unseemly taverns across the city. anywhere they might have gone." With the finish of their fathers speech, the princes ran out of the room, eager to begin their search.
As the princes ran out of the room, they came face to face with the smiling face of the handsome, blue eyed, blonde haired guest. "Legolas!" Maestron exclaimed, "shouldn't you be enjoying the celebrations like the rest of the guests?"
"I'm glad you used the word should" Legolas replied a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. But I heard that the stunning twins vanished into thin air leaving the king in a right state of mind, so I came to offer my assistance in the capture of the princesses." The ghost of a smile that had been haunting Legolas' lips now revealed itself as he broke into melodious laughter.
"Well you probably have the best idea where to find them seeing that you spend so much time with Ohtarion, and where-ever our dear brother is the twins are most likely to follow." Maestron accused.
"Well what can you expect," Legolas replied smoothly "my friend is has taken quite a shine to the little princesses, and seeing as my best friend is a certain brother of yours, you can understand my predicament. and that made absolutely no sense at all" he finished.
Allejando burst out laughing at the Legolas' speech, and Maestron and Legolas soon joined him in laughter as the three princes strode out of the palace and into the entrance courtyard. "So. where shall we start our search?" Maestron asked
"My guess is as good as any." Legolas replied to the puzzlement of the brothers, he promptly closed his eyes, spun around in a circle and stopped suddenly pointing in some unknown direction. "Our search begins in this direction gentlemen" he stated and started to walk the way his finger had pointed.
Maestron and Allejando were left behind as the Prince of Mirkwood walked into the distance. "Well, what have we got to loose?" Allejando shrugged, as the two elves jogged after their friend.
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The forests at the edge of the city were always teeming with life, it was no exception this night. The forests might be full of life, but the city was suspiciously empty, well at least this was the perception of two young elves who were currently inhabiting the forests. Two pairs of silver eyes peered through the brush of the forest and looked at the read stretching outwards to greater lands and adventures. The eyes stared longingly at the outside world, a place they had only ever seen from afar, never experienced, never tasted, never touched, never felt before. The world was also a place their dad would never let them see if he could help it.
One pair of silver eyes squinted out to the distance, sone pair of eyes that were the colour of molten silver, like mithril, or true silver. "I can see something," her voice sounded out into the warm night air.
"Where, I don't see anything." Another impatient voice came into the air, this one sounded almost identical to the first.
"That is because dear sister, you are Feare and I am Fearana, so therefore I am better." She looked slyly across and smirked at her slightly younger sister and the terribly affronted look on her fair face. The pale silver, almost grey eyes of Feare drew in close as she shot her sister an Elvish death stare.
"Oh, be quiet rana and tell me when you see him." Fearana just laughed at her sister's impatience then looked back at the road. A solitary rider was making their way towards the city. On close inspection, Fearana saw the brilliant blue eyes, the dark golden hair and royal crest of the rider. She knew it could only be one person. " Feare, hey Feare" she cried to her sister, "Ohtarion, oh, he's back." But before she could even finish her sentence, Feare had already left her place beside her startled sister, and was flying down the hill to the road, and then to their favourite brother.
"Wait for me sis!" Fearana cried out and then bolted after her sister. All thoughts of anything else, or more specifically, an important ball lay forgotten in the small patch of forest
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Ohtarion smiled wearily, it was good to be back home. He looked longingly at the palace, counting how long it would be before he could get to his room, have a nice hot bath. and then be attacked by his two hyperactive younger sisters. Today was, after all their 1000th birthday, and he had ridden non-stop for the last two days, just so he could greet his sisters on their birthday. Then he could watch them screw their noses up, whine and complain, yell and sometimes even threaten their way out of wearing dresses and leaving the ball early.
Thinking about his sisters' birthday, Ohtarion patted his saddlebag hung over his horse's hindquarters. This was where he had stored the presents he had been given to present to the twins. Ohtarion was startled out of his reverie, as he looked ahead of him, shocked by the large, woman like figures running at him. All that he could register was long, unruly, raven coloured ringlets, dark complexion and silver eyes before he was knocked clean off his horse and whacked his head on the hard ground with a loud thwack.
Ohtarion was suddenly aware of someone sitting on him when his body was once again barged by another figure; both him and the first person went sprawling across the ground. In an instant, Ohtarion drew his sword at the attack, but it was dropped in a second when he realised it was not orcs or balrogs attacking him, but something much worse, something more foul, the ban of Ohtarion. It was his two little sisters, obviously once again hyperactive and ecstatic at his return.
Ohtarion laughed, and his laughter was joined by the melodious laughter of his sisters as the three of the royal children lifted themselves off the ground and into a large bear hug.
"I missed you so much" cried out Feare, giving her brother another bug hug. "From now on, you can't go anywhere without taking us as well"
"How can you go away for a year!" Fearana exclaimed jumping up and down in excitement.
"A year?" Ohtarion asked in fake surprise, "was I really gone that long?"
"Yes, really really really" Feare said, and the twins once again leant in on their brother so the siblings ended up again on the ground. "How fair our cousins?" she inquired sitting up and jumping on her brother again.
"They are all in good health." Ohtarion picked her up and sat her on the ground beside him. "Our dear uncle Elrond sends his love, and told me that he will come and visit as soon as he has a free moment." He stopped at this and tapped his head, "there was something else. oh yes. Elrohir and Elladan say they love you too and they all send their apologies for not coming to your birthday celebrations"
"But what of Arwen? What says our cousin" Fearana whined grabbing her brothers arm.
"Did I forget to mention Arwen? Our dear beloved cousin?" he exclaimed hitting his head in forged innocence.
"Yes you did, what of Arwen?" she repeated
"Well" he started, "Arwen was in Lothlorien with our grandmother. they both send their love as well and also apologise for not attending your birthday party." The twins screwed up their noses again at the word party. It was a well-known fact that the twins hated anything that involved them wearing dresses or behaving. Feare heaved a sigh of relief as well and slumped to the ground.
"What was that for" Ohtarion asked puzzled.
"Well. I love Arwen, and I love Grandma, but." she paused a little, then said very quickly "It's just that grandmother is so boring and she always tries to make me wear dresses and then she does the 'comee looooook intooooo my mirrrrrrrorrrrr. You will seeee mannnny thiiinnngs' and she is kinda creepy in an old person way."
Fearana and Ohtarion just stared at her in shock. "Well she is" Feare announced defensively. A long silence followed until Ohtarion uttered a single sentence, "I've got presents." Then all hell broke loose.
"Presents, presents, presents!" the twins cried in unison, once again jumping onto their now poor battered brother.
"Yes, yes" he said standing up and catching his horse which had started to walk away. "I'll just get them if you'll leave me alone for a minute!" In an instant the boisterous twins were as quiet and docile as lambs.
"Now I know the middle of no-where is not the best place to open your presents so you have got to be careful with them and don't let them get dirty." He handed the girls each a small present each wrapped in delicate periwinkle blue crape paper. The girls greedily grabbed their presents, and with a quick "thankyou" ripped into the paper, sending small pieces everywhere. The looks of joy on the twins faces was quickly replaced by shock and disgust at what was within the wrapping paper.
"Those are from Elrond" Ohtarion added, quite amused at the look on their faces.
"We will have to send him a thankyou card for the wonderful gifts" Fearana said with half enthusiasm as she held up the pinkest and frilliest dresses ever seen in Middle-Earth.
"Well then" uttered Ohtarion giving the twins another set of presents. "open these then, they are from Galadriel."
The twins hesitantly took the new presents and gingerly opened the wrapping. The looks of apprehension on their faces didn't change as they held up identical necklace and ring sets. "Remind us to send grandmother a thankyou card as well" Fearana said again, trying very hard to hide the disappointment in her voice.
"cheer up my little sisters, you still have to open my gift." With a flourish Ohtarion presented each twin with a large present, wrapped in a velvet cloth. "Now do not let father see these or he will skin my hide, son or not and throw me out of the kingdom."
"On, so you got us a good present." Feare said excitedly unravelling the cloth. The twins gasped as the cloths fell to the ground to reveal two shiny silver swords, the swords were curved with Elvish runes inscribed along the blade, the handles were made of the finest leather with mithril set into the handle. "Wow!" gasped Feare. "they are beautiful, thankyou!" with that she through her arms around her brother and was soon joined by Fearana "love you" the twins chorused.
The happy family moment was broken up by the sound of an approaching horse and rider. The swords were quickly put back into the saddlebag, and the three siblings stood up to watch the approaching rider. Fearana looked to the distance towards the rider. "uh oh" she whispered, her face going pale
"What ever is the matter?" Feare asked anxiously, but her question remained unanswered, and as the rider approached, the siblings realised that it was Elgallen. He rode up, his horse blowing and sweat lathered its neck.
"Ohtarion, thank Eru that I found you, father is really angry and I need your help to find." Elgallen's voice trailed off as he saw the accused people standing with Ohtarion. "Well, in that case you can help me get them back to the palace."
"What if we don't want to go back?" Feare stated stamping her foot on the ground. Elgallen raised an eyebrow.
"Perhaps we should go back and talk to father, he will not be happy, I mean think about it, we humiliated him" Fearana cooed, trying to see reason with her sister, something only she could do when Feare's temper caught hold of her
"So, deserves him right" Feare claimed.
"Will you stop being so unreasonable" Fearana said quietly to her sister
Elgallen watched on, finally realizing which twin was which. One could only notice which twin was which when they fought; it was something about their reasoning. He looked on as the twins stared at one another. Some hidden argument seemed to be held between them and Fearana obviously won because next minute Feare shouted "Okay, fine then. I hate balls and that kind of stuff and he knows it, yet father still tries to shove me into the image of an ideal daughter." With a final huff she climbed on the back of Ohtarion's horse and glared accusingly at everyone else. Swiftly Ohtarion climbed on in front of her and Fearana sat behind Elgallen
The four siblings rode out and started to ride back to the city with Feare grumbling behind Ohtarion
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Legolas, Maestron and Allejando stood near the gates, they had looked absolutely everywhere for the twins to no avail. "Where else could those girls be?" Maestron cried out in frustration, stamping his foot on the cobbled stones.
"I have no idea" admitted Legolas who was scratching his head. "It does not matter now for Elgallen and Ohtarion should be here soon"
As if on cue, the brothers rode in through the gates with the twins sitting behind them. "Legolas, sworn brother?" Ohtarion leaped off the horse and embraced his dearest friend. "It has been too long, too long since I have seen you last. How is the family, what about you father."
Maestron cleared his throat loudly. "I do believe we have something more important to take care of mellon, namely taking these two fugitives to our father."
Legolas looked around, suddenly realising the presence of the twins. "Hello fair ladies" he cried teasingly walking up to the twins. "What are two beautiful ladies such as yourself doing out here at this time of night?" his eyes glinted as he played with the twins, trying to make them smile
"Hello Legolas" Fearana said delightfully, a smile gracing her once frowning face.
Legolas turned to look at Feare who just scowled at him and jumping off the horse, sat down with a huff and started to sulk. "Don't worry about her" Fearana stated, "she is not very happy at this moment of time."
Feare stood up and looked directly at Maestron. "the ball is finished you had better take us to father now" she dramatically held out her arms like one would when expecting to be tied up and dragged. Maestron grabbed her arms in a strong grip and guided Fearana towards the palace. Weaving in and out of the now departing guests who stared at the royals as they passed. The trio walked through the entrance hall, up the main staircase and towards their fathers study.
"I've changed my mind now" Feare said, her voice quavering, "I'll see father tomorrow, or the day after that, or maybe next week." She broke the grip Maestron had on her arms and bolted back down the corridor and towards the staircase.
But she didn't get very far, she had only taken five strides when she ran into something. Something solid and hard Feare was thrown back and went sprawling onto the ground. Fearana gave a small gasp at the plight of her beloved sister, yet stayed rooted to the spot.
Slowly Feare looked up from her position on the ground. She saw a pair of tanned suede boots, black breeches and a blood red tunic covered by a thick black cape. She looked up further and saw the dark complexion, uncommon dark brown eyes and finally the raven hair crowned by the golden circlet of the King of Quintaria.
Feare gulped and looked into the dark, menacing face of her father. "Get up" he commanded, is cold voice sending a shiver down her spine. She stood up from where she had been laying and sent a fleeting look at her sister for support before her father pointed at the large Mahogany doors of his study and office. "You" he said, pointing at Feare "and you" pointing at Fearana. "In there." Slowly, the twins inched towards the door, trying to prolong the inevitable. With one last look at the sympathetic and encouraging looks on their brothers faces, they stepped into the room, where the door was slammed after them by their furious father.
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I think that the girls are in trouble *sniggers*. What did you think.
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