Disclaimer: We do not own anything Tolkien. He is a great writer and the
inspiration for our story. However I do claim Quintaria, and the Royal
Family especially Fëarána and Fëárë Mwah ha ha ha ha
A big thankyou to our reviewers. Here are your jellybeans *scatters them across a table* take your pick, I personally go for the strawberry ones.
Thankyou for the encouragement Mystical dreams (aka lizzy) and Window girl.
A note to Nikara: thank you very much for the review, I appreciate your honesty. OK, We created the world of Quintaria because we were in a creative flair and I especially found that our story would not have the same impact if it was in one of Tolkien's worlds. Elrond is also an Uncle to the Twins by marriage, we felt like creating a sister to Celebrian, so therefore making Galadriel the Twin's grandmother as well. That kinda comes into this chapter.
Once again thankyou to our 3 wonderful reviewers. and here is the story
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Chapter 3 - Punishments Dealt
The door was slammed after them by their furious father. He turned to them and sent each a withering glare before he finally said in a low voice "You two, sit, in those chairs."
The twins looked over at the chairs their father had pointed to. They had sat in these chairs many times before, had sat in the high backed, comfortable leather chairs since they were infants, wrapped in the embrace of their parents. But now, the chairs seemed more like execution chairs, the deep seats that once held them on stormy nights looked if they would swallow the twins up and trap them in infinite darkness.
Slowly they sat down and watched in trepidation as their father advanced, slowly walking up to the twins like a predator would it's prey.
"Father" Fëárë broke the silence, "father, please we are sorry, tru." she was cut off by the booming voice of her father.
"SILENCE, don't weary me with your empty apologies. You made a FOOL OUT OF ME TONIGHT!" you ungrateful children. You EMBARRESSED ME INFRONT OF MY SUBJECTS AND VISITING REPRESENTITIVES! I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR." He stopped and paused for a minute. When he next spoke his voice was calmer, but had lost none of its razor sharpness and potency.
"For any other person in the kingdom the punishment for your actions would be banishment from the kingdom or locked in the dungeons." The girls stared on in stunned silence, too terrified to utter a sound.
"For your utter disobedience and lack of manners, you will be punished." The girls gulped.
Fëárë herself was calm and collected, taking the overbearing fury of her ada, it was not the first time she had been in trouble, and it was definitely not the last. She heard a stifled sob and looked over towards her sister. Fëarána was the quieter twin and did not handle large confrontations well. She was trying with all her might to stop the sobs that were forcing their way our at the abrasive tone Matron was taking.
With one benevolent glance at her sister, Fëárë stood up suddenly and placed herself in front of her trembling sister as if to shield her from their fathers overbearing gaze. "I'm sorry father," she said sharply, cutting him off in mid-sentence. "But I am the one to blame, it was me that made Fëarána leave the ball, she didn't want to but I persuaded her to come with me."
Matron just stared intensely at his youngest daughter for what seemed like an age and a half before he spoke again his dissonant voice pounding in on Fëárë. "why does that not surprise me" he hissed drawing himself up, "every time you two disappear, or cause any type of uproar in the kingdom YOU happen to be behind it. Well now this has gone on long enough."
Matron turned around seeming to contemplate the girls' fate. "Pack your bags" he told Fëárë coldly "you are going to go to Lothlórien. There you will stay with Galadriel your grandmother. Hopefully she can knock some sense and manners into that ungrateful head of ours. Don't expect to be able to leave until you do."
Matron stood silent, now finished with his declaration. Hearing nothing but silence behind him, and satisfied his command would be fulfilled he walked towards the doors.
"When will we leave?" Fëárë said defiantly willing her father to turn around once more and look at her. "When shall we leave for our new prison?"
matron stopped at the door, one hand resting on the intricate carvings on the handle. "you must have misheard me, there is no we there is only you, Fëarána will not be accompanying you, she will remain here and you will leave tomorrow morning."
He proceeded to open the door, only to be prohibited from doing so when another hand pushed his away and turned him away to face the stormy silver- grey eyes of his daughter. "You cannot do that" she said, her voice trembling "I've never left rána before. ever" she added looking deep into the eyes of her father, trying to find some spark of sympathy, some sign that he would not really separate her from her other half, her very soul. "please" she begged "you cannot do that, I'll be lost"
However, no sign of sympathy was in her father's eyes as he uttered "I fail to see how that is my problem, and I fail to see how it will ever be my problem until you start acting like a high born elf rather than a lowly servant dwarf." He opened the door, leaving his two speechless and heartbroken daughters behind.
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Outside Ohtarion and his brother waited breathlessly for their sisters to emerge from the study. Their father had stormed out only moments before and stormed towards his chambers. The princes had derived that the confrontation had not gone well, and if their father was in a uncivilised mood, they dreaded to see the twins reaction.
After more than half an hour the brother began to get worried when the twins finally emerged. Elgallen gasped at the semblance of the twins, Fëarána stood in front, her usually joyful face was awash with remorse and despair. Of Fëárë they could not gage her mood for her lustrous ringlets lay over her face, covering it from view.
Ohtarion glided over to the side of his sister offering them his comfort and sympathy. Fëarána looked him in the eyes. The silver seemed to be dimmed, veiled in grief, welled up with tears refusing to be spilled.
Ohtarion removed his hand from her shoulder and moved over to Fëárë, placing a hand on her shoulder like he did Fëarána. He was surprised, actually he was more scared out of his immortal boots when she promptly fell into his arms and started to sob.
All 4 of the princes stood in absolute shock. Fëárë never cried. In actual fact, only Ohtarion had ever seen her cry before and that was when she had impaled her leg on a sword one day at the armoury at age ten. The four pairs of cobalt eyes turned questionably to Fëarána who bowed her head, and in a deathly quiet voice, explained the punishment set out for Fëárë by their father.
Overcoming their shock, Mäestron, Allejando and Elgallen drew in close to Ohtarion and the twins. The six royal children of Quintaria drew in close offering support and comfort for one another. After standing together for several minutes the brothers led the despairing twins to their shared room. Where after numerous words of comfort and many brotherly hugs they left the twins so Fëárë could pack and they may have some final time alone. Ohtarion lingered behind his brothers. When they had left, she crossed the room once more and laid the long forgotten swords upon the bed.
"You will be needing these." And with a knowing glance, he left the twins to their thoughts. Not all of the thoughts that traipsed across the room that night were bad.
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Well what did you think? Please review, we like all the help we can get to improve our story
Nix and Jellybean
A big thankyou to our reviewers. Here are your jellybeans *scatters them across a table* take your pick, I personally go for the strawberry ones.
Thankyou for the encouragement Mystical dreams (aka lizzy) and Window girl.
A note to Nikara: thank you very much for the review, I appreciate your honesty. OK, We created the world of Quintaria because we were in a creative flair and I especially found that our story would not have the same impact if it was in one of Tolkien's worlds. Elrond is also an Uncle to the Twins by marriage, we felt like creating a sister to Celebrian, so therefore making Galadriel the Twin's grandmother as well. That kinda comes into this chapter.
Once again thankyou to our 3 wonderful reviewers. and here is the story
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Chapter 3 - Punishments Dealt
The door was slammed after them by their furious father. He turned to them and sent each a withering glare before he finally said in a low voice "You two, sit, in those chairs."
The twins looked over at the chairs their father had pointed to. They had sat in these chairs many times before, had sat in the high backed, comfortable leather chairs since they were infants, wrapped in the embrace of their parents. But now, the chairs seemed more like execution chairs, the deep seats that once held them on stormy nights looked if they would swallow the twins up and trap them in infinite darkness.
Slowly they sat down and watched in trepidation as their father advanced, slowly walking up to the twins like a predator would it's prey.
"Father" Fëárë broke the silence, "father, please we are sorry, tru." she was cut off by the booming voice of her father.
"SILENCE, don't weary me with your empty apologies. You made a FOOL OUT OF ME TONIGHT!" you ungrateful children. You EMBARRESSED ME INFRONT OF MY SUBJECTS AND VISITING REPRESENTITIVES! I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR." He stopped and paused for a minute. When he next spoke his voice was calmer, but had lost none of its razor sharpness and potency.
"For any other person in the kingdom the punishment for your actions would be banishment from the kingdom or locked in the dungeons." The girls stared on in stunned silence, too terrified to utter a sound.
"For your utter disobedience and lack of manners, you will be punished." The girls gulped.
Fëárë herself was calm and collected, taking the overbearing fury of her ada, it was not the first time she had been in trouble, and it was definitely not the last. She heard a stifled sob and looked over towards her sister. Fëarána was the quieter twin and did not handle large confrontations well. She was trying with all her might to stop the sobs that were forcing their way our at the abrasive tone Matron was taking.
With one benevolent glance at her sister, Fëárë stood up suddenly and placed herself in front of her trembling sister as if to shield her from their fathers overbearing gaze. "I'm sorry father," she said sharply, cutting him off in mid-sentence. "But I am the one to blame, it was me that made Fëarána leave the ball, she didn't want to but I persuaded her to come with me."
Matron just stared intensely at his youngest daughter for what seemed like an age and a half before he spoke again his dissonant voice pounding in on Fëárë. "why does that not surprise me" he hissed drawing himself up, "every time you two disappear, or cause any type of uproar in the kingdom YOU happen to be behind it. Well now this has gone on long enough."
Matron turned around seeming to contemplate the girls' fate. "Pack your bags" he told Fëárë coldly "you are going to go to Lothlórien. There you will stay with Galadriel your grandmother. Hopefully she can knock some sense and manners into that ungrateful head of ours. Don't expect to be able to leave until you do."
Matron stood silent, now finished with his declaration. Hearing nothing but silence behind him, and satisfied his command would be fulfilled he walked towards the doors.
"When will we leave?" Fëárë said defiantly willing her father to turn around once more and look at her. "When shall we leave for our new prison?"
matron stopped at the door, one hand resting on the intricate carvings on the handle. "you must have misheard me, there is no we there is only you, Fëarána will not be accompanying you, she will remain here and you will leave tomorrow morning."
He proceeded to open the door, only to be prohibited from doing so when another hand pushed his away and turned him away to face the stormy silver- grey eyes of his daughter. "You cannot do that" she said, her voice trembling "I've never left rána before. ever" she added looking deep into the eyes of her father, trying to find some spark of sympathy, some sign that he would not really separate her from her other half, her very soul. "please" she begged "you cannot do that, I'll be lost"
However, no sign of sympathy was in her father's eyes as he uttered "I fail to see how that is my problem, and I fail to see how it will ever be my problem until you start acting like a high born elf rather than a lowly servant dwarf." He opened the door, leaving his two speechless and heartbroken daughters behind.
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Outside Ohtarion and his brother waited breathlessly for their sisters to emerge from the study. Their father had stormed out only moments before and stormed towards his chambers. The princes had derived that the confrontation had not gone well, and if their father was in a uncivilised mood, they dreaded to see the twins reaction.
After more than half an hour the brother began to get worried when the twins finally emerged. Elgallen gasped at the semblance of the twins, Fëarána stood in front, her usually joyful face was awash with remorse and despair. Of Fëárë they could not gage her mood for her lustrous ringlets lay over her face, covering it from view.
Ohtarion glided over to the side of his sister offering them his comfort and sympathy. Fëarána looked him in the eyes. The silver seemed to be dimmed, veiled in grief, welled up with tears refusing to be spilled.
Ohtarion removed his hand from her shoulder and moved over to Fëárë, placing a hand on her shoulder like he did Fëarána. He was surprised, actually he was more scared out of his immortal boots when she promptly fell into his arms and started to sob.
All 4 of the princes stood in absolute shock. Fëárë never cried. In actual fact, only Ohtarion had ever seen her cry before and that was when she had impaled her leg on a sword one day at the armoury at age ten. The four pairs of cobalt eyes turned questionably to Fëarána who bowed her head, and in a deathly quiet voice, explained the punishment set out for Fëárë by their father.
Overcoming their shock, Mäestron, Allejando and Elgallen drew in close to Ohtarion and the twins. The six royal children of Quintaria drew in close offering support and comfort for one another. After standing together for several minutes the brothers led the despairing twins to their shared room. Where after numerous words of comfort and many brotherly hugs they left the twins so Fëárë could pack and they may have some final time alone. Ohtarion lingered behind his brothers. When they had left, she crossed the room once more and laid the long forgotten swords upon the bed.
"You will be needing these." And with a knowing glance, he left the twins to their thoughts. Not all of the thoughts that traipsed across the room that night were bad.
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Well what did you think? Please review, we like all the help we can get to improve our story
Nix and Jellybean