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inspiration for our story. Anything recognisable as Tolkein's does not
belong to us, some characters and names have been borrowed. However I do
claim Quintaria, and the Royal Family especially Fëarána and Fëárë Mwah ha
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************************************************************ Chapter 4 - To Lothlórien???
The sun dawned bright and early, shining through the slits in the curtains and falling on the pale faces of the twins. Not one wink of sleep had been found by the twins. The whole night had been spent in deep thought and deeper conversations.
But now dawn had finally come and Fëárë found herself dreading the day for the first time in her life. She looked once more at her sister. The night had been hard for both, they had talked about the separation, finding that it was impossible to escape. Fëárë thought about falling deathly ill and them miraculously recovering when their father said she no longer had to go to Lothlórien. Well, at least that was the plan until Fëarána reminded her that elves couldn't get sick. That plan was promptly discarded. Eventually, after many more plans by Fëárë and many reminders that they could never possibly work by Fëarána. The twins realised there was no way in the whole of Quintaria that they could stay together without killing themselves or the rest of the kingdom.
Resigned to the fact, Fëarána helped her sister pack. After half an hour of Fëarána telling Fëárë that there was no way she could fit the bow, or complete set of armour and that yes, it would be a good idea to pack clothes into her bag, there was a rapping at the door.
"Come in" Fëárë yelled out not bothering to move from her position in the middle of the pile of clothes. The knocking ceased, and then as if unsure of what to do started knocking again.
"For Elbereth sake!" she cried jumping up and storming over to the door. "What!?!" she cried flinging open the door and startling the elf on the other side. "oh, it's you," she said looking into the deep blue eyes of Beleg, one of the marchwardens and captains of Quintaria. "I'm not packed yet, come in." she turned herself around and walked back to the bed, one look at the pile of clothing then she grabbed them all and stuffed them all into the large bag where she shoved and flattened until able to close the bag. Beleg looked nervously around then cautiously stepped into the twin's bedroom.
"I'm ready!" she announced fiercely throwing the now full bag to the floor.
"Why are you here?" she directed at Beleg, watching him from narrowed eyes.
Beleg turned his head around, his raven coloured hair swishing as he looked towards the face of the young princess. "I am your escort" he said shortly turning away once again.
"Who else is coming?" she asked, when she was met with stone silence she asked again.
"No one else will be coming your highness, only yourself and me."
"Why is that?" Fëárë asked, now standing up and walking over to her escort. "Isn't my father al least worried about someone attacking his daughter?"
"The king deemed that the greatest warrior in the kingdom would be suffice." He stated defensively, pursing his lips at the question.
"oh, okay then" Fëárë said looking once more at Beleg, then swiftly at Fëarána who had come to stand with the pair and beside Beleg. "you know what Beleg" she stated suddenly, looking him up and down like a predator would it's prey. "You're the dame height as us, and you have the same colour hair."
Beleg stepped back nervously, not quite sure what to make of the glint in Fëárë's gold eyes. "yes, your highness" he gulped audibly
"I'm really sorry about this Beleg" she said advancing slowly. "I hope you'll forgive me one day." She closed in stalkingly.
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Matron paced up and down the path outside the main royal stables. "Where are they!" he cried throwing his arms in the air "I sent Beleg to get her half an hour ago, how long does it take to get her and her bags?"
"Calm down melamin" Lenarial soothed coming to stand beside her husband "Fëárë is probably just saying farewell to her sister, this is, after all their first parting."
"Not you too" he groaned pinching his nose
"Well you must admit."
"Yes yes, it was hasty and a rash decision, I know" Matron sighed heavily. "I regret separating them too, but it is already set. Galadriel is looking forward to spending some time with her granddaughter. Besides that, this is an excellent chance for them to find new friends and to develop their own identities." He paused and glanced at his wife. Lenarial was looking at him, a small encouraging smile gracing her angelic face.
"Thank you melamin" he said drawing her into an intimate hug and a tender kiss.
The slamming of a door, signalling the arrival of their fiery daughter, interrupted the private moment. Fëárë stormed into the stable with Beleg who strode behind his cloak flapping in the wind and his raven hair appearing from beneath the deep hood. She walked over towards the stable of Lintehte, her white light grey stallion that exhibited a deep smoky-grey mane and tail. She looked searchingly over her family until she spotted the brother she was looking for.
"Ohtarion" she called beckoning her favourite brother over, "can you help me saddle Lintehte and Elcalima?" pointing towards the stable of the pure white stallion Elcalima, Fëarána's placid mount.
Beleg, who had been standing by the stable entrance placed Fëárë's bags onto the ground and walked over towards the stable to retrieve Elcalima.
"Beleg" Matron enquired trying to look under the deep hood to no avail, "Why are you getting Elcalima? Why are you not riding Annael, I'm sure your mare would love the long journey."
Beleg stopped stiffly and looked over towards his charge. He cleared his throat and began to talk but was cut off by Fëárë
"Oh, Annael is lame and Fëarána gave Beleg permission to ride her horse." She glared intently at her father before continuing, "Fëarána knows how close our horses are and doesn't want to separate them." Her voice was hard and her molten gold eyes threw daggers at her father.
"You had better be leaving if you want to get out of the province before nightfall." Matron said, spurring Beleg into action, who nodded and lead the horses out of the stable before mounting Elcalima.
"My best wishes to you, my daughter" Matron directed at Fëárë, trying to make her looking him in the eyes. Fëárë just turned her head away and looked at her mother instead. Matron sighed, then turned his piercing gaze of Beleg who sat upon Elcalima, his face still shielded from view by his large cloak. "You take good care of my daughter Marchwarden" he commanded, and as an after thought "or I will have your head."
Beleg nodded to show he understood then rode up to Fëárë, and grasping Lintehte's bridle, he proceeded to lead the princess out of the capitol and south towards the forest of Lothlórien.
Matron, Lenarial and the four brothers raced up to the highest tower of the palace where they stood until the two riders turned into tiny specs and vanished from sight.
"There goes our little sister" Ohtarion sighed wistfully "I wonder how long it will be before we see her again."
"If you mean to keep her there until she learns to behave like a lady of class, then I don't think we will ever see her again," Allejando directed at their father.
Matron looked sideways at his sons. It seemed everyone was against him these days. "No, she won't be there that long." He reassured his sons "just until she learns that there is a time and place for everything, and learns exactly that the time and place is not a public occasions involving representatives from all over Middle Earth."
"Where is Fëarána?" Elgallen asked suddenly, looking around "Why is she not here, and why did she not see Fëárë off? With all the drama about being separated from each other I didn't even see her."
"She probably could not bear to see Fëárë depart. Knowing Fëarána, she is probably in mourning by shutting herself in the room."
Matron sighed, "I had better go and talk to her. Pray for my success." He abruptly turned and walked down from the tower towards the east wing where the royal chambers were located. Ohtarion glanced at Mäestron, and with a shrug they followed their father, anxious of the outcome.
They caught up with Matron at the door of the twins' chamber. They watched as their father knocked on the door "Fëarána" he called out softly "let me is please sweetheart, I am sorry about this, if you just let me in we can talk." He waited a minute before knocking again "please sweetheart" he pleaded receiving stone silence from the other side of the door. He looked over towards his sons. "We will leave her be for a short while, maybe by lunch or dinner time she will emerge." He nodded to himself then turned once again to his waiting children.
"Come" he beckoned "the kingdom will not run itself while we try and appease your sister." Grasping the arms of his sons, he dragged them to the council chambers before any sound of protest could be uttered.
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"Has she come out yet" Matron enquired, speaking softly to Sailawen five hours later.
"No my lord, not a peep, would you like someone to go and check on her again?"
"Yes, it is probably for the best" he said thoughtfully "just to make sure that she is fine."
"Yes my lord." She answered curtsying her way out of the council chambers, "I will do it myself"
Content, the king turned back to the present situation, a ruler's work is never done. Half and hour later the door the chamber burst open to admit Sailawen as she raced towards the king in seemingly hysterics.
"She's gone" Sailawen cried, "She is not there my lord, I can't find her anywhere!" she reached the king and grasped at his arm urgently. "My lord. I did find something though, you should come and have a look."
Alarmed, Matron leapt up and ran towards the chamber of the twins. Inside, Matron and Sailawen found the room empty, both beds still unmade and clothes scattered around the room, it looked as though a hurricane had swept through the room.
"I don't see anything out of place" Matron asked confusingly, puzzlement written clearly over his face. "Why did you call me here?"
"It's over here my lord." She said, leading her king to the opposite side of the room, where behind the bed they found the most surprising thing. Slumped on the floor, hidden behind the beds, a large body clothed only in undergarments was tied up and gagged, a not pinned to the elf's front. Matron bent down to untie the prisoner, as he rolled the elf over, he stared into a pair of deep blue eyes.
"Beleg!" Matron gasped pulling the dazed elf to his feet, a large egg was clearly visible on his forehead and it was starting to turn an ugly shade of purple. "What happened" he asked finally, overcoming the shock of seeing his captain in that position.
Beleg just groaned and half sat, half sell onto the nearest bed. "My head" he moaned
"Beleg, what happened!" the king almost shouted, so overcome with worry "how did you get here? Why aren't you with Fëárë? Is she alright?"
Suddenly it all clicked, the pieces of the puzzle came together and Matron KNEW. Fëárë and 'Beleg' had taken Elcalima, Fëarána's horse, the hood, the locked door. no wonder no one had seen his daughter all say, she wasn't even in the kingdom anymore. It took all of his kingly control not to scream out loud and pull his hair out.
"OHTARION, ALLEJANDO" he roared making everyone in the east wing to shudder and hurry on with their business. His sons came running almost immediately, but the stopped at the door to the chambers when they espied their father in the company of Beleg.
"Beleg!" Allejando exclaimed skidding into the room "how did you get back so quick. where are my sisters?"
Matron grinded his teeth in a very un-elflike fashion before he answered. "Beleg never left the palace, as for Fëárë she is currently eru-knows-where with her sister."
"Ada, what's this?" Allejando moved closer to Beleg looking intensely at the note pinned to his chest. Matron grasped the note in his hand, after reading it to himself he gave it to Allejando who read it aloud for the benefit of Ohtarion and Beleg.
"it says" he cleared his throat
We are really sorry Beleg, how is you head? We suggest you take yourself to the healers because you might have a concussion. Love Fëárë and Fëarána P.S please forgive us we hope you are okay.
"Well, that's it then, isn't it" Allejando asked bouncing out of the room. With one glace from the king though he quietened down. After another lengthy glare from Matron, Allejando sighed in defeat.
"I'll get the horses ready."
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"Do you think he will be okay" a concerned Fëarána asked her sister anxiously
"He'll be fine, I didn't hit him that hard anyway"
~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~ I'm really sorry about this Beleg" she said advancing slowly "I hope you'll forgive me one day." as she closed in stalkingly
"Princess, what will you be sorry for?" Beleg looked around nervously trying to find what the princess was on about.
"This." Fëárë grabbed the heaviest object in reach (which happened to be a candleholder) and brought it crashing down onto Beleg's unprotected head. The candleholder made a sickening thud as it collided into his skull, Beleg swayed for a moment before he lurched forward and fell to the ground with a loud thump.
"You killed him!" Fëarána exclaimed, clasping her hands over her mouth
"No I didn't" she moved over next to Beleg's unconscious form and prodded him with her foot, he remained motionless. Looking affronted she have him a harder prod, which was soon followed by a swift kick. Beleg moaned and rolled ever so slightly over. "See" she said accusingly to her sister "He's not dead, dead people don't make noise."
"We. fair enough, may I ask one question?"
"You just did, would you like to ask another one?"
"Yes. Was there a reason you knocked Beleg out, or just for the fun of it?"
""Well, for the fun of it of course, but we can use this to our advantage."
"What!?!? I don't understan. what are you doing?" as Fëárë bended down and began to undress Beleg, stripping him down to his under garments.
"Put these on" she said, throwing Beleg's uniform to Fëarána and pack some clothes. you didn't think I was going to go to Lorien now did you?" She asked looking at the puzzled look of Fëarána's face.
"I guess not" she hurryingly put on Beleg's uniform and grabbing a handful of clothes "I'm ready!: she announced catching her sword that Fëárë had thrown at her. "Why are we taking these?"
"Why not?" grabbing her bag Fëárë strode out of the room only to return seconds later where she got a piece of paper and scribbled a quick letter which she pinned to the front of Beleg.
"Come dear sister" she cried, and throwing the hood over Fëarána's head strode once again to the door. ~*~*~*END FLASHBACK*~*~*~
"We have attacked the head Marchwarden of the realm, escaped our father who by now is probably beside himself with worry, or really really angry. and we are on our way to Lothlórien."
"Oh, we are not going to Lórien"
"Where are we going then?"
"I don't know, where do you want to go."
Fëarána sat contemplating for a couple of minutes before her face lit up. "Do you remember when Legolas told us about the 13 dwarves and the hobbit that came to Mirkwood?"
"Yes" Fëárë grinned, knowing where this was leading.
"I've always wanted to see a hobbit, Legolas did say they are awfully funny and friendly. I propose we go to the Shire and see hobbits."
"Sounds good. I have only one question. Which way is the shire?"
"Oh, it is over the other side of the Misty Mountains, past Rivendell."
"Sounds cool, to the Shire?"
"To The Shire!"
The twins grinned at each other, kicking their horses into a gallop, they turned west and started on their grand adventure.
************************************************* Starting to get interesting. For those that would like to know, Quintaria is located northwest of the Sea of Rhûn along the Carnen (Redwater)
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To Mystical Dreams: Thankyou our ever-faithful reviewer, love ya lots. You can have another jellybean, this chapter's flavour is toffee.
To hobbitfeet13(): thankyou for your review.. we agree, Matron was a bit hard on the girls, but he lives to regret it, trust us. We will be bringing in more of the fellowship, these chapters are to introduce our story, but starting this and next chappie. well, let's just say you will be pleasantly surprised
And On With The Story
************************************************************ Chapter 4 - To Lothlórien???
The sun dawned bright and early, shining through the slits in the curtains and falling on the pale faces of the twins. Not one wink of sleep had been found by the twins. The whole night had been spent in deep thought and deeper conversations.
But now dawn had finally come and Fëárë found herself dreading the day for the first time in her life. She looked once more at her sister. The night had been hard for both, they had talked about the separation, finding that it was impossible to escape. Fëárë thought about falling deathly ill and them miraculously recovering when their father said she no longer had to go to Lothlórien. Well, at least that was the plan until Fëarána reminded her that elves couldn't get sick. That plan was promptly discarded. Eventually, after many more plans by Fëárë and many reminders that they could never possibly work by Fëarána. The twins realised there was no way in the whole of Quintaria that they could stay together without killing themselves or the rest of the kingdom.
Resigned to the fact, Fëarána helped her sister pack. After half an hour of Fëarána telling Fëárë that there was no way she could fit the bow, or complete set of armour and that yes, it would be a good idea to pack clothes into her bag, there was a rapping at the door.
"Come in" Fëárë yelled out not bothering to move from her position in the middle of the pile of clothes. The knocking ceased, and then as if unsure of what to do started knocking again.
"For Elbereth sake!" she cried jumping up and storming over to the door. "What!?!" she cried flinging open the door and startling the elf on the other side. "oh, it's you," she said looking into the deep blue eyes of Beleg, one of the marchwardens and captains of Quintaria. "I'm not packed yet, come in." she turned herself around and walked back to the bed, one look at the pile of clothing then she grabbed them all and stuffed them all into the large bag where she shoved and flattened until able to close the bag. Beleg looked nervously around then cautiously stepped into the twin's bedroom.
"I'm ready!" she announced fiercely throwing the now full bag to the floor.
"Why are you here?" she directed at Beleg, watching him from narrowed eyes.
Beleg turned his head around, his raven coloured hair swishing as he looked towards the face of the young princess. "I am your escort" he said shortly turning away once again.
"Who else is coming?" she asked, when she was met with stone silence she asked again.
"No one else will be coming your highness, only yourself and me."
"Why is that?" Fëárë asked, now standing up and walking over to her escort. "Isn't my father al least worried about someone attacking his daughter?"
"The king deemed that the greatest warrior in the kingdom would be suffice." He stated defensively, pursing his lips at the question.
"oh, okay then" Fëárë said looking once more at Beleg, then swiftly at Fëarána who had come to stand with the pair and beside Beleg. "you know what Beleg" she stated suddenly, looking him up and down like a predator would it's prey. "You're the dame height as us, and you have the same colour hair."
Beleg stepped back nervously, not quite sure what to make of the glint in Fëárë's gold eyes. "yes, your highness" he gulped audibly
"I'm really sorry about this Beleg" she said advancing slowly. "I hope you'll forgive me one day." She closed in stalkingly.
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Matron paced up and down the path outside the main royal stables. "Where are they!" he cried throwing his arms in the air "I sent Beleg to get her half an hour ago, how long does it take to get her and her bags?"
"Calm down melamin" Lenarial soothed coming to stand beside her husband "Fëárë is probably just saying farewell to her sister, this is, after all their first parting."
"Not you too" he groaned pinching his nose
"Well you must admit."
"Yes yes, it was hasty and a rash decision, I know" Matron sighed heavily. "I regret separating them too, but it is already set. Galadriel is looking forward to spending some time with her granddaughter. Besides that, this is an excellent chance for them to find new friends and to develop their own identities." He paused and glanced at his wife. Lenarial was looking at him, a small encouraging smile gracing her angelic face.
"Thank you melamin" he said drawing her into an intimate hug and a tender kiss.
The slamming of a door, signalling the arrival of their fiery daughter, interrupted the private moment. Fëárë stormed into the stable with Beleg who strode behind his cloak flapping in the wind and his raven hair appearing from beneath the deep hood. She walked over towards the stable of Lintehte, her white light grey stallion that exhibited a deep smoky-grey mane and tail. She looked searchingly over her family until she spotted the brother she was looking for.
"Ohtarion" she called beckoning her favourite brother over, "can you help me saddle Lintehte and Elcalima?" pointing towards the stable of the pure white stallion Elcalima, Fëarána's placid mount.
Beleg, who had been standing by the stable entrance placed Fëárë's bags onto the ground and walked over towards the stable to retrieve Elcalima.
"Beleg" Matron enquired trying to look under the deep hood to no avail, "Why are you getting Elcalima? Why are you not riding Annael, I'm sure your mare would love the long journey."
Beleg stopped stiffly and looked over towards his charge. He cleared his throat and began to talk but was cut off by Fëárë
"Oh, Annael is lame and Fëarána gave Beleg permission to ride her horse." She glared intently at her father before continuing, "Fëarána knows how close our horses are and doesn't want to separate them." Her voice was hard and her molten gold eyes threw daggers at her father.
"You had better be leaving if you want to get out of the province before nightfall." Matron said, spurring Beleg into action, who nodded and lead the horses out of the stable before mounting Elcalima.
"My best wishes to you, my daughter" Matron directed at Fëárë, trying to make her looking him in the eyes. Fëárë just turned her head away and looked at her mother instead. Matron sighed, then turned his piercing gaze of Beleg who sat upon Elcalima, his face still shielded from view by his large cloak. "You take good care of my daughter Marchwarden" he commanded, and as an after thought "or I will have your head."
Beleg nodded to show he understood then rode up to Fëárë, and grasping Lintehte's bridle, he proceeded to lead the princess out of the capitol and south towards the forest of Lothlórien.
Matron, Lenarial and the four brothers raced up to the highest tower of the palace where they stood until the two riders turned into tiny specs and vanished from sight.
"There goes our little sister" Ohtarion sighed wistfully "I wonder how long it will be before we see her again."
"If you mean to keep her there until she learns to behave like a lady of class, then I don't think we will ever see her again," Allejando directed at their father.
Matron looked sideways at his sons. It seemed everyone was against him these days. "No, she won't be there that long." He reassured his sons "just until she learns that there is a time and place for everything, and learns exactly that the time and place is not a public occasions involving representatives from all over Middle Earth."
"Where is Fëarána?" Elgallen asked suddenly, looking around "Why is she not here, and why did she not see Fëárë off? With all the drama about being separated from each other I didn't even see her."
"She probably could not bear to see Fëárë depart. Knowing Fëarána, she is probably in mourning by shutting herself in the room."
Matron sighed, "I had better go and talk to her. Pray for my success." He abruptly turned and walked down from the tower towards the east wing where the royal chambers were located. Ohtarion glanced at Mäestron, and with a shrug they followed their father, anxious of the outcome.
They caught up with Matron at the door of the twins' chamber. They watched as their father knocked on the door "Fëarána" he called out softly "let me is please sweetheart, I am sorry about this, if you just let me in we can talk." He waited a minute before knocking again "please sweetheart" he pleaded receiving stone silence from the other side of the door. He looked over towards his sons. "We will leave her be for a short while, maybe by lunch or dinner time she will emerge." He nodded to himself then turned once again to his waiting children.
"Come" he beckoned "the kingdom will not run itself while we try and appease your sister." Grasping the arms of his sons, he dragged them to the council chambers before any sound of protest could be uttered.
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"Has she come out yet" Matron enquired, speaking softly to Sailawen five hours later.
"No my lord, not a peep, would you like someone to go and check on her again?"
"Yes, it is probably for the best" he said thoughtfully "just to make sure that she is fine."
"Yes my lord." She answered curtsying her way out of the council chambers, "I will do it myself"
Content, the king turned back to the present situation, a ruler's work is never done. Half and hour later the door the chamber burst open to admit Sailawen as she raced towards the king in seemingly hysterics.
"She's gone" Sailawen cried, "She is not there my lord, I can't find her anywhere!" she reached the king and grasped at his arm urgently. "My lord. I did find something though, you should come and have a look."
Alarmed, Matron leapt up and ran towards the chamber of the twins. Inside, Matron and Sailawen found the room empty, both beds still unmade and clothes scattered around the room, it looked as though a hurricane had swept through the room.
"I don't see anything out of place" Matron asked confusingly, puzzlement written clearly over his face. "Why did you call me here?"
"It's over here my lord." She said, leading her king to the opposite side of the room, where behind the bed they found the most surprising thing. Slumped on the floor, hidden behind the beds, a large body clothed only in undergarments was tied up and gagged, a not pinned to the elf's front. Matron bent down to untie the prisoner, as he rolled the elf over, he stared into a pair of deep blue eyes.
"Beleg!" Matron gasped pulling the dazed elf to his feet, a large egg was clearly visible on his forehead and it was starting to turn an ugly shade of purple. "What happened" he asked finally, overcoming the shock of seeing his captain in that position.
Beleg just groaned and half sat, half sell onto the nearest bed. "My head" he moaned
"Beleg, what happened!" the king almost shouted, so overcome with worry "how did you get here? Why aren't you with Fëárë? Is she alright?"
Suddenly it all clicked, the pieces of the puzzle came together and Matron KNEW. Fëárë and 'Beleg' had taken Elcalima, Fëarána's horse, the hood, the locked door. no wonder no one had seen his daughter all say, she wasn't even in the kingdom anymore. It took all of his kingly control not to scream out loud and pull his hair out.
"OHTARION, ALLEJANDO" he roared making everyone in the east wing to shudder and hurry on with their business. His sons came running almost immediately, but the stopped at the door to the chambers when they espied their father in the company of Beleg.
"Beleg!" Allejando exclaimed skidding into the room "how did you get back so quick. where are my sisters?"
Matron grinded his teeth in a very un-elflike fashion before he answered. "Beleg never left the palace, as for Fëárë she is currently eru-knows-where with her sister."
"Ada, what's this?" Allejando moved closer to Beleg looking intensely at the note pinned to his chest. Matron grasped the note in his hand, after reading it to himself he gave it to Allejando who read it aloud for the benefit of Ohtarion and Beleg.
"it says" he cleared his throat
We are really sorry Beleg, how is you head? We suggest you take yourself to the healers because you might have a concussion. Love Fëárë and Fëarána P.S please forgive us we hope you are okay.
"Well, that's it then, isn't it" Allejando asked bouncing out of the room. With one glace from the king though he quietened down. After another lengthy glare from Matron, Allejando sighed in defeat.
"I'll get the horses ready."
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"Do you think he will be okay" a concerned Fëarána asked her sister anxiously
"He'll be fine, I didn't hit him that hard anyway"
~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~ I'm really sorry about this Beleg" she said advancing slowly "I hope you'll forgive me one day." as she closed in stalkingly
"Princess, what will you be sorry for?" Beleg looked around nervously trying to find what the princess was on about.
"This." Fëárë grabbed the heaviest object in reach (which happened to be a candleholder) and brought it crashing down onto Beleg's unprotected head. The candleholder made a sickening thud as it collided into his skull, Beleg swayed for a moment before he lurched forward and fell to the ground with a loud thump.
"You killed him!" Fëarána exclaimed, clasping her hands over her mouth
"No I didn't" she moved over next to Beleg's unconscious form and prodded him with her foot, he remained motionless. Looking affronted she have him a harder prod, which was soon followed by a swift kick. Beleg moaned and rolled ever so slightly over. "See" she said accusingly to her sister "He's not dead, dead people don't make noise."
"We. fair enough, may I ask one question?"
"You just did, would you like to ask another one?"
"Yes. Was there a reason you knocked Beleg out, or just for the fun of it?"
""Well, for the fun of it of course, but we can use this to our advantage."
"What!?!? I don't understan. what are you doing?" as Fëárë bended down and began to undress Beleg, stripping him down to his under garments.
"Put these on" she said, throwing Beleg's uniform to Fëarána and pack some clothes. you didn't think I was going to go to Lorien now did you?" She asked looking at the puzzled look of Fëarána's face.
"I guess not" she hurryingly put on Beleg's uniform and grabbing a handful of clothes "I'm ready!: she announced catching her sword that Fëárë had thrown at her. "Why are we taking these?"
"Why not?" grabbing her bag Fëárë strode out of the room only to return seconds later where she got a piece of paper and scribbled a quick letter which she pinned to the front of Beleg.
"Come dear sister" she cried, and throwing the hood over Fëarána's head strode once again to the door. ~*~*~*END FLASHBACK*~*~*~
"We have attacked the head Marchwarden of the realm, escaped our father who by now is probably beside himself with worry, or really really angry. and we are on our way to Lothlórien."
"Oh, we are not going to Lórien"
"Where are we going then?"
"I don't know, where do you want to go."
Fëarána sat contemplating for a couple of minutes before her face lit up. "Do you remember when Legolas told us about the 13 dwarves and the hobbit that came to Mirkwood?"
"Yes" Fëárë grinned, knowing where this was leading.
"I've always wanted to see a hobbit, Legolas did say they are awfully funny and friendly. I propose we go to the Shire and see hobbits."
"Sounds good. I have only one question. Which way is the shire?"
"Oh, it is over the other side of the Misty Mountains, past Rivendell."
"Sounds cool, to the Shire?"
"To The Shire!"
The twins grinned at each other, kicking their horses into a gallop, they turned west and started on their grand adventure.
************************************************* Starting to get interesting. For those that would like to know, Quintaria is located northwest of the Sea of Rhûn along the Carnen (Redwater)
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