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Sorry about the delay, we are on holidays now so hopefully (fingers crossed) the next chappies will be more forthcoming.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter 6 - we are not prisoners
"Come, strider will be waiting" called the ranger seemingly in charge.
The twins had been walking for the past two days, travelling over rough terrain. When they had first heard the sounds of the approaching rangers the twins had told to horses to flee into the forest while they distracted the strangers thus the disappearance of their horses. It had been good at first, but now it meant that they had to walk when they could very well have been riding. The pace had been hard set but it seemed that the rangers were fairing worse than their Elvish or 'orc spy' captives. Due to their incredible balance and swiftness the twins were fairing fine, walking daintily over the jutting rocks and laughing silently at the falls and trials of their ranger captives.
It was in one of these moments when the ranger guarding Fëárë lost his footing and went tumbling down a small hill. Well this was all the encouragement that Fëárë needed, she cunningly slipped out of her bonds and nearly had Fëarána's bonds undone when she was grabbed roughly by the lead ranger. again.
"Your getting quicker" the amusement was clearly evident on her face "I didn't even get out of sight this time.. Have you been practicing?"
"Quiet!!" he roared "you have done that so many times it is predictable down to the last pebble. I have had enough, if you try that one more time I will kill you both, understand."
"Oakly doackly." Fëarána replied coming around to face the ranger. "When will we arrive at our destination?"
"Yeah Bob old chap. When will we get there I am sooooooooo bored." Her twin piped in.
"For the love of Eru himself my name is not Bob!!" he cried losing his temper. He strode menacingly towards Fëárë and when he was but mere inches from her face he stopped, and gave her the most piercing death stare.
This of course, had absolutely no effect what-so-ever and Fëárë continued to talk non-stop.
"Well you look like a bob. And what else should I call you? It's not like you have told us your name."
"I will not tell my name to any orc spy" came the heated reply.
"For the last time, I will make it easy for you to understand" she paused for a moment and then continued in a loud slow voice "me and her" she said gesturing to her twin "are not orc spies. No spies." She shook her head for emphasis. "We are elves, see pointy ears" she pulled back her hair to clearly show her delicate leaf shape ear.
"The enemy is cloaked in many disguises, and his enemies are everywhere. You may appear as elves as to gain our trust, then you will betray us and you will be revealed as true servants of the dark lord."
"What in the Halls of Mandos is your problem!" Fëárë cried out, throwing her arms in the air in frustration. "Talk about paranoid." She added muttering to Fëarána.
"Tell me about it, he's worse than Mäestron." Came the whispered reply of her sister.
"Quiet!" the loud bark rippled through the air as the ranger behind them poked Fëárë in the back.
"Don't touch me!" she shoved the ranger and watched as he went sprawling to the ground.
"All of you, shut your mouths now" Bob thundered, turning around and glaring once again. The ranger on the ground nodded meekly before picking himself up from the ground and resuming his position behind the twins.
"Sooooo, bob" Fëárë started again "you still haven't told us when we're going to get there and see this strider of yours. Then maybe he can tell you that we AREN'T ORC SPIES"
Bob turned to her and gave another of his infamous glares.
"You know bob. If you keep on looking at us like that the wind will change and your face would be stuck like that."
"It will not! That is a child's myth" he stated indignantly.
"Well then you have obviously seen someone after the wind has changed. It was ghastly."
"You tell lies."
"I swear on my sister's grave it is true."
"Leave me and my future grave out of this. I don't intent to die anyway." Came the muffled reply from the opposite side of the camp. The arguing duo looked over as watched as Fëarána rummaged through the rangers packs, she moved from one to the other pulling items out and then repacking the packs when her searching proved fruitless.
"Get away from those packs you filthy spy." Bob cried out running towards them and muttering something about 'sabotage' and the 'evil contamination.'
"Oh! How stupid can you get!" Fëárë burst out
"They're rangers' hon, what did you expect? Charmingly good looks and a boyish attitude coupled with long lost heirs to forgotten thrones?" Fëárë had moved to the other side of the camp and took the cooking utensils out of the pack on the far right.
"Well."
Fëarána looked over at her sister with a look of pity. "I see now I am the only one out of the both of us who ever read a book." She stated looking her sister up and down in scrutiny.
"I did listen! I got top in the grade in weaponry and war history. But I always found myself asleep at the end of any other lesson. I swear the professor would knock me over the head. It's NOT MY FAULT!" she yelled finally, seeing the look of amusement on her twin's face.
"He probably knocked you out to shut you up." Bob stated in a matter-of- fact tone that annoyed Fëárë to no end.
"Yeah! Well you are supposed to be refined and well mannered."
"I AM NOT!" Bob shouted, "I AM A RANGER"
"EXACTLY" Fëárë screamed now only a meter away from bob staring evenly in his face, a look of pure hatred on both faces. Both stood staring, neither backing down. The rangers watched on, intrigued, as their similar tempers collided once again.
All eyes snapped to Fëarána as they heard the crackle of a fire.
"What are you doing?" the ranger on the far left asked curiously.
Fëarána looked up and smiled good-naturedly, this was an astonishing contrast to that of Fëárë as she was still scowling at Bob.
"I am preparing dinner." She raised her hand to silence Bob who had turned in protest. "I heard you speaking earlier and you stated that tonight you would light a fire because you deemed it safe. You all appear quite tired so you may rest while I cook."
Bob glared, "I don't think so little miss, it would give you the perfect opportunity to poison us."
"Poisoning isn't here style; she would be more likely to mother you to death." Fëárë stated with a glint in her eyes.
"I would do no such thing. But she is right, there is no way I would ever poison anyone." She said this last part with such venom that Bob was quite taken-a-back.
Fëárë turned to face Bob with the same scowl as she always used when talking to him. "So" she started hotly "will you let her cook or won't you?"
"Are you any good?" he asked Fëarána.
"Is she ANY good?" Fëárë shouted. "She's a brilliant cook! Well. I always thought she was."
"I wasn't asking you" Bob shot with a look of disgust. "Are you?" he asked again
"I'm alright."
"Well anything is better then my cooking Bob." said a ranger to the right who had lowered his hood to reveal a younger version of Bob himself.
"My name is NOT Bob. You would do well to respect your elders little brother." He stated slowly through clenched teeth. "Go help the woman prepare the food. Watch her carefully."
The young man walked to the fire and knelt down on one side of Fëarána. He was about to speak when he jolted up at a loud sound. Everyone was looking at Fëárë who had jumped up in glee and was now doing a victory dance around the camp.
"Yes, yes! Yes! Whoohoo! She gets to cook; she gets to cook Fe-OUCH!!" Fëarána had calmly picked up a rock and pegged it at her sister's shoulder. "Damn it! That hurt!" she said turning to her sister.
"Good"
"NO! Not good"
Fëarána remained calmly sitting next to the fire. Fëárë was now scowling again, she smiled suddenly and bounced her way over to the fire. Halfway there Bob grabbed her by the arm and she found herself coming to an abrupt halt.
"You I wouldn't trust if my life was in peril. Go with him" he pointed to another ranger. "You shall be collecting firewood, orc spy."
Fëárë fumed silently for a few moments and then burst out "RANGERS ARE SO STUPID!"
"I was under the impression we had already established that." Fëárë cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow.
"No! we established that the elves of Rivendell know to much, Mirkwood elves flirt too much, Lorien elves are creepy, hobbits are cute, men are flighty and dwarves are greasy, slimy, good-for-no-"
"Stop that!"
"And now we have established the rangers are the stupidest beings on the whole of middle earth."
"hmmm. well at least it is a nice rest for the dwarves." Fëarána said coolly.
"Why do you always defend them" Fëárë screamed
"Defend who dearest?"
"All of THEM! And don't you 'dearest' me!"
"Yes honey, whatever you say."
"You're as bad as them!"
Fëárë gaped at her sister who sat calmly bringing water to boil, not looking up but concentrating on her task at hand.
"Why?' she wined. "Why do you never fight back! Just once can we have a proper fight?" Fëárë pleaded
"Perhaps another time. I'm busy right now, but if I had my knives I would definitely give you a release for all that energy."
Fëárë's eyes lit up, the grey depths slowly morphing until they were almost white. "can I have our knives and a sword?" she asked bob in a girly, flirty tone
"Most definitely not!" Fëárë stood there for a moment and after realising that there was no way she would ever get anything of that stuck up ranger she huffed and stalked off into the forest with another ranger trailing a little behind.
"So do you know where our weapons are?" She asked coyly at the new ranger. He kept of walking. "Hey, I'm talking to you buster! Listen to ME!!" Those left at the camp watched as the two disappeared.
"Does she ever shut up?" Bob asked Fëarána
"Not usually" she answered turning her back on the cooking. She walked back over to her bag and pulled out some spices. She was halfway back to the fire when her wrist was grabbed so hard she involuntary let go of the container.
"I was right" bob declared, his hand grasping her wrist, "You were going to poison us."
"You great dolt" she cried, wincing in pain at the strength of his grip. "They are only spices to give the food more flavour! Now let me go."
"No orc spy." He cried drawing his sword "I should kill you now."
Fëarána went to open her mouth once more when she looked closely into his eyes. The wildness was easily visible, the white fingers on the sword flexed, gripping the sword tightly. Most evident was the wild anger emanating from his persona. She knew in this moment that he was beyond reason now, any argument she put forth would be met with cold indifference, and she was already guilty in his eyes. The sword was raised and as if in slow motion it descended. The shining blade glinting in the nearby firelight.
There was a loud thump and an oath from Bob before he went flying across the clearing and landed dangerously close to the fire. The camp became deathly quiet, the only sound to be heard was the slight rustle of the wind as it whispered through the almighty trees. The rangers who had been talking joyously were now holding their breaths, unsure what to do. Their eyes seemed magnified in their now pale faces as they stared at Fëárë who stood next to her sister, a large log in her hands.
"Don't you dare touch her again." She said, her voice low but it echoes around the campsite, making everyone flinch at her deadly tone.
Bob gradually got up, wincing as his hand travelled over his head and enraged when he felt the blood that trickled from a cut high upon his forehead. "I have been more than lenient with you both. Seeing as it is against our customs to keep prisoners one of you will be tied at all times, and blindfolded. If one is to pull a stunt like this again, the other will be killed instantly, no room for foolishness."
As he said this two of the rangers grabbed both girls. Fëárë struggled fiercely and tried to break free. Fëarána, on the other hand stood silently, her face set in absolute calm.
Bob looked at her and studied her face as she spoke softly to her sister to be still. 'Strange' he thought 'no emotion ever shows.' He then turned to Fëárë and a glare appeared on his face, 'the fiery one must go' he thought forcefully.
"Silver eyes will be tied and blindfolded" he said curtly
"Umm... They both have silver eyes." One of the rangers commented.
"No, they don't one has grey eyes, and the other one's eyes are like molten silver." Bob grabbed a rope and walked over to Fëarána. He gave the rope to the man on the right who had been watching her cook and walked over in front of Fëárë.
"You will not move one inch out of line, is that understood or your sister will be killed."
"You're going to be in a lot of trouble when you get it through your thick skull that I'm not an orc." She muttered dangerously but low enough that it could not be heard. Her face slipped into a stone mask, nearly identical to her sister's. Now anyone looking at the twins would not be able to tell the difference. Indeed, the only way the rangers knew the difference between them was that the calmer twin was blindfolded. That and the danger still radiating off Fëárë, no matter how complete the mask seemed, the grey eyes told all, and they spoke of pain and anger. Bob involuntarily took a step back. No matter how used he was to seeing Fëarána's face in a calm mask. Fëárë's face was so different to her usual self.
Fëarána held her hand behind her back so that the young ranger could tie her hands together.
"Sorry about this but your sister is a tad fierce and it tends to bring the worst out of our captain here."
"It's quite alright. I don't know why it has taken him so long." The ranger looked mildly amused
"You weren't at all surprised?" he enquired
"No, not at all, she can definitely get on your nerves, but she means well, I understand her. Not many others do." she shrugged her shoulders
"And vice versa." The ranger pushed with a penetrating stare.
Fëarána's mask fell and a warm smile touched her face. "We are two of a kind." He nodded slightly and placed the blindfold over her eyes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The next three days were fairly silent. At sunset and sunrise the blindfolds would come off and the other twin would be blindfolded. Fëarána during the night and Fëárë during the day.
The first occasion where Fëárë was blindfolded she began to yell loudly "Amin feuya ten'lle, Amin delotha lle." (you disgust me, I hate you)
The two elves were not allowed near each other, they were always separated. When travelling one was always situated up the front of the company and the other towards the end, just in front of the rearguard. At first, both felt isolated and strange without the other, but then realised they did not need to speak to communicate.
And so it continued for two days and each twin missing their time. Fëárë the sun, the warmth that it gave her eyes, the look of the sun resting on the trees and water, a beacon of hope, a promise that there will be tomorrow and protection from the dark fears. Fëarána the moon, they way it lights up the night, lending its light to those who ask for it, sharing its gift with the animals. They missed each with all their hearts and souls.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* They stopped for lunch of the sixth day and Fëarána was placed at one end of the camp and Fëárë at the other.
Fëárë was in a foul mood. She had not seen her beloved sun for 5 days, not seeing light and her short temper and active nature were beginning to emerge once again.
"Okay! It has been five days! Five days and I haven't seen the sun!" she yelled in fury. "When in the name of Manwë are we going to get to wherever we are going?"
Bob stared at her in interest though she obviously couldn't see him. "What is your absorption with the sun?" he demanded. He was so sick of that sun. No matter what, it was always hot.
"If you must know I love the sun! And I haven't seen it fo-"
"Yes, yes I know. We will arrive just after sunset. Then strider can decide what to do with you spies. You are getting on my nerves, at least she is quiet." His eyes wandered over to Fëarána who was looking out into the forest.
"Before sunset?" she said turning slightly so she could see Bob clearly.
"After"
"You are heading for the cave two miles north of the travellers cove are you not?"
Bob stared at her but made sure none of his surprise registered of his face. "I do not know where you believe we are but I do not know where you are referring to."
Fëarána nodded mutely in reply and went back to staring intently into the forest. Lunch was served shortly afterwards and quickly packed up and the small party continued on once again. Apart from the occasional frustrated yells of Fëárë, all was silent. Fëarána kept looking at the surrounding woods uncomfortable but the rangers seemed less burdened as they continued on their way, drawing nearer and nearer to their destination.
Sorry about the delay, we are on holidays now so hopefully (fingers crossed) the next chappies will be more forthcoming.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter 6 - we are not prisoners
"Come, strider will be waiting" called the ranger seemingly in charge.
The twins had been walking for the past two days, travelling over rough terrain. When they had first heard the sounds of the approaching rangers the twins had told to horses to flee into the forest while they distracted the strangers thus the disappearance of their horses. It had been good at first, but now it meant that they had to walk when they could very well have been riding. The pace had been hard set but it seemed that the rangers were fairing worse than their Elvish or 'orc spy' captives. Due to their incredible balance and swiftness the twins were fairing fine, walking daintily over the jutting rocks and laughing silently at the falls and trials of their ranger captives.
It was in one of these moments when the ranger guarding Fëárë lost his footing and went tumbling down a small hill. Well this was all the encouragement that Fëárë needed, she cunningly slipped out of her bonds and nearly had Fëarána's bonds undone when she was grabbed roughly by the lead ranger. again.
"Your getting quicker" the amusement was clearly evident on her face "I didn't even get out of sight this time.. Have you been practicing?"
"Quiet!!" he roared "you have done that so many times it is predictable down to the last pebble. I have had enough, if you try that one more time I will kill you both, understand."
"Oakly doackly." Fëarána replied coming around to face the ranger. "When will we arrive at our destination?"
"Yeah Bob old chap. When will we get there I am sooooooooo bored." Her twin piped in.
"For the love of Eru himself my name is not Bob!!" he cried losing his temper. He strode menacingly towards Fëárë and when he was but mere inches from her face he stopped, and gave her the most piercing death stare.
This of course, had absolutely no effect what-so-ever and Fëárë continued to talk non-stop.
"Well you look like a bob. And what else should I call you? It's not like you have told us your name."
"I will not tell my name to any orc spy" came the heated reply.
"For the last time, I will make it easy for you to understand" she paused for a moment and then continued in a loud slow voice "me and her" she said gesturing to her twin "are not orc spies. No spies." She shook her head for emphasis. "We are elves, see pointy ears" she pulled back her hair to clearly show her delicate leaf shape ear.
"The enemy is cloaked in many disguises, and his enemies are everywhere. You may appear as elves as to gain our trust, then you will betray us and you will be revealed as true servants of the dark lord."
"What in the Halls of Mandos is your problem!" Fëárë cried out, throwing her arms in the air in frustration. "Talk about paranoid." She added muttering to Fëarána.
"Tell me about it, he's worse than Mäestron." Came the whispered reply of her sister.
"Quiet!" the loud bark rippled through the air as the ranger behind them poked Fëárë in the back.
"Don't touch me!" she shoved the ranger and watched as he went sprawling to the ground.
"All of you, shut your mouths now" Bob thundered, turning around and glaring once again. The ranger on the ground nodded meekly before picking himself up from the ground and resuming his position behind the twins.
"Sooooo, bob" Fëárë started again "you still haven't told us when we're going to get there and see this strider of yours. Then maybe he can tell you that we AREN'T ORC SPIES"
Bob turned to her and gave another of his infamous glares.
"You know bob. If you keep on looking at us like that the wind will change and your face would be stuck like that."
"It will not! That is a child's myth" he stated indignantly.
"Well then you have obviously seen someone after the wind has changed. It was ghastly."
"You tell lies."
"I swear on my sister's grave it is true."
"Leave me and my future grave out of this. I don't intent to die anyway." Came the muffled reply from the opposite side of the camp. The arguing duo looked over as watched as Fëarána rummaged through the rangers packs, she moved from one to the other pulling items out and then repacking the packs when her searching proved fruitless.
"Get away from those packs you filthy spy." Bob cried out running towards them and muttering something about 'sabotage' and the 'evil contamination.'
"Oh! How stupid can you get!" Fëárë burst out
"They're rangers' hon, what did you expect? Charmingly good looks and a boyish attitude coupled with long lost heirs to forgotten thrones?" Fëárë had moved to the other side of the camp and took the cooking utensils out of the pack on the far right.
"Well."
Fëarána looked over at her sister with a look of pity. "I see now I am the only one out of the both of us who ever read a book." She stated looking her sister up and down in scrutiny.
"I did listen! I got top in the grade in weaponry and war history. But I always found myself asleep at the end of any other lesson. I swear the professor would knock me over the head. It's NOT MY FAULT!" she yelled finally, seeing the look of amusement on her twin's face.
"He probably knocked you out to shut you up." Bob stated in a matter-of- fact tone that annoyed Fëárë to no end.
"Yeah! Well you are supposed to be refined and well mannered."
"I AM NOT!" Bob shouted, "I AM A RANGER"
"EXACTLY" Fëárë screamed now only a meter away from bob staring evenly in his face, a look of pure hatred on both faces. Both stood staring, neither backing down. The rangers watched on, intrigued, as their similar tempers collided once again.
All eyes snapped to Fëarána as they heard the crackle of a fire.
"What are you doing?" the ranger on the far left asked curiously.
Fëarána looked up and smiled good-naturedly, this was an astonishing contrast to that of Fëárë as she was still scowling at Bob.
"I am preparing dinner." She raised her hand to silence Bob who had turned in protest. "I heard you speaking earlier and you stated that tonight you would light a fire because you deemed it safe. You all appear quite tired so you may rest while I cook."
Bob glared, "I don't think so little miss, it would give you the perfect opportunity to poison us."
"Poisoning isn't here style; she would be more likely to mother you to death." Fëárë stated with a glint in her eyes.
"I would do no such thing. But she is right, there is no way I would ever poison anyone." She said this last part with such venom that Bob was quite taken-a-back.
Fëárë turned to face Bob with the same scowl as she always used when talking to him. "So" she started hotly "will you let her cook or won't you?"
"Are you any good?" he asked Fëarána.
"Is she ANY good?" Fëárë shouted. "She's a brilliant cook! Well. I always thought she was."
"I wasn't asking you" Bob shot with a look of disgust. "Are you?" he asked again
"I'm alright."
"Well anything is better then my cooking Bob." said a ranger to the right who had lowered his hood to reveal a younger version of Bob himself.
"My name is NOT Bob. You would do well to respect your elders little brother." He stated slowly through clenched teeth. "Go help the woman prepare the food. Watch her carefully."
The young man walked to the fire and knelt down on one side of Fëarána. He was about to speak when he jolted up at a loud sound. Everyone was looking at Fëárë who had jumped up in glee and was now doing a victory dance around the camp.
"Yes, yes! Yes! Whoohoo! She gets to cook; she gets to cook Fe-OUCH!!" Fëarána had calmly picked up a rock and pegged it at her sister's shoulder. "Damn it! That hurt!" she said turning to her sister.
"Good"
"NO! Not good"
Fëarána remained calmly sitting next to the fire. Fëárë was now scowling again, she smiled suddenly and bounced her way over to the fire. Halfway there Bob grabbed her by the arm and she found herself coming to an abrupt halt.
"You I wouldn't trust if my life was in peril. Go with him" he pointed to another ranger. "You shall be collecting firewood, orc spy."
Fëárë fumed silently for a few moments and then burst out "RANGERS ARE SO STUPID!"
"I was under the impression we had already established that." Fëárë cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow.
"No! we established that the elves of Rivendell know to much, Mirkwood elves flirt too much, Lorien elves are creepy, hobbits are cute, men are flighty and dwarves are greasy, slimy, good-for-no-"
"Stop that!"
"And now we have established the rangers are the stupidest beings on the whole of middle earth."
"hmmm. well at least it is a nice rest for the dwarves." Fëarána said coolly.
"Why do you always defend them" Fëárë screamed
"Defend who dearest?"
"All of THEM! And don't you 'dearest' me!"
"Yes honey, whatever you say."
"You're as bad as them!"
Fëárë gaped at her sister who sat calmly bringing water to boil, not looking up but concentrating on her task at hand.
"Why?' she wined. "Why do you never fight back! Just once can we have a proper fight?" Fëárë pleaded
"Perhaps another time. I'm busy right now, but if I had my knives I would definitely give you a release for all that energy."
Fëárë's eyes lit up, the grey depths slowly morphing until they were almost white. "can I have our knives and a sword?" she asked bob in a girly, flirty tone
"Most definitely not!" Fëárë stood there for a moment and after realising that there was no way she would ever get anything of that stuck up ranger she huffed and stalked off into the forest with another ranger trailing a little behind.
"So do you know where our weapons are?" She asked coyly at the new ranger. He kept of walking. "Hey, I'm talking to you buster! Listen to ME!!" Those left at the camp watched as the two disappeared.
"Does she ever shut up?" Bob asked Fëarána
"Not usually" she answered turning her back on the cooking. She walked back over to her bag and pulled out some spices. She was halfway back to the fire when her wrist was grabbed so hard she involuntary let go of the container.
"I was right" bob declared, his hand grasping her wrist, "You were going to poison us."
"You great dolt" she cried, wincing in pain at the strength of his grip. "They are only spices to give the food more flavour! Now let me go."
"No orc spy." He cried drawing his sword "I should kill you now."
Fëarána went to open her mouth once more when she looked closely into his eyes. The wildness was easily visible, the white fingers on the sword flexed, gripping the sword tightly. Most evident was the wild anger emanating from his persona. She knew in this moment that he was beyond reason now, any argument she put forth would be met with cold indifference, and she was already guilty in his eyes. The sword was raised and as if in slow motion it descended. The shining blade glinting in the nearby firelight.
There was a loud thump and an oath from Bob before he went flying across the clearing and landed dangerously close to the fire. The camp became deathly quiet, the only sound to be heard was the slight rustle of the wind as it whispered through the almighty trees. The rangers who had been talking joyously were now holding their breaths, unsure what to do. Their eyes seemed magnified in their now pale faces as they stared at Fëárë who stood next to her sister, a large log in her hands.
"Don't you dare touch her again." She said, her voice low but it echoes around the campsite, making everyone flinch at her deadly tone.
Bob gradually got up, wincing as his hand travelled over his head and enraged when he felt the blood that trickled from a cut high upon his forehead. "I have been more than lenient with you both. Seeing as it is against our customs to keep prisoners one of you will be tied at all times, and blindfolded. If one is to pull a stunt like this again, the other will be killed instantly, no room for foolishness."
As he said this two of the rangers grabbed both girls. Fëárë struggled fiercely and tried to break free. Fëarána, on the other hand stood silently, her face set in absolute calm.
Bob looked at her and studied her face as she spoke softly to her sister to be still. 'Strange' he thought 'no emotion ever shows.' He then turned to Fëárë and a glare appeared on his face, 'the fiery one must go' he thought forcefully.
"Silver eyes will be tied and blindfolded" he said curtly
"Umm... They both have silver eyes." One of the rangers commented.
"No, they don't one has grey eyes, and the other one's eyes are like molten silver." Bob grabbed a rope and walked over to Fëarána. He gave the rope to the man on the right who had been watching her cook and walked over in front of Fëárë.
"You will not move one inch out of line, is that understood or your sister will be killed."
"You're going to be in a lot of trouble when you get it through your thick skull that I'm not an orc." She muttered dangerously but low enough that it could not be heard. Her face slipped into a stone mask, nearly identical to her sister's. Now anyone looking at the twins would not be able to tell the difference. Indeed, the only way the rangers knew the difference between them was that the calmer twin was blindfolded. That and the danger still radiating off Fëárë, no matter how complete the mask seemed, the grey eyes told all, and they spoke of pain and anger. Bob involuntarily took a step back. No matter how used he was to seeing Fëarána's face in a calm mask. Fëárë's face was so different to her usual self.
Fëarána held her hand behind her back so that the young ranger could tie her hands together.
"Sorry about this but your sister is a tad fierce and it tends to bring the worst out of our captain here."
"It's quite alright. I don't know why it has taken him so long." The ranger looked mildly amused
"You weren't at all surprised?" he enquired
"No, not at all, she can definitely get on your nerves, but she means well, I understand her. Not many others do." she shrugged her shoulders
"And vice versa." The ranger pushed with a penetrating stare.
Fëarána's mask fell and a warm smile touched her face. "We are two of a kind." He nodded slightly and placed the blindfold over her eyes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The next three days were fairly silent. At sunset and sunrise the blindfolds would come off and the other twin would be blindfolded. Fëarána during the night and Fëárë during the day.
The first occasion where Fëárë was blindfolded she began to yell loudly "Amin feuya ten'lle, Amin delotha lle." (you disgust me, I hate you)
The two elves were not allowed near each other, they were always separated. When travelling one was always situated up the front of the company and the other towards the end, just in front of the rearguard. At first, both felt isolated and strange without the other, but then realised they did not need to speak to communicate.
And so it continued for two days and each twin missing their time. Fëárë the sun, the warmth that it gave her eyes, the look of the sun resting on the trees and water, a beacon of hope, a promise that there will be tomorrow and protection from the dark fears. Fëarána the moon, they way it lights up the night, lending its light to those who ask for it, sharing its gift with the animals. They missed each with all their hearts and souls.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* They stopped for lunch of the sixth day and Fëarána was placed at one end of the camp and Fëárë at the other.
Fëárë was in a foul mood. She had not seen her beloved sun for 5 days, not seeing light and her short temper and active nature were beginning to emerge once again.
"Okay! It has been five days! Five days and I haven't seen the sun!" she yelled in fury. "When in the name of Manwë are we going to get to wherever we are going?"
Bob stared at her in interest though she obviously couldn't see him. "What is your absorption with the sun?" he demanded. He was so sick of that sun. No matter what, it was always hot.
"If you must know I love the sun! And I haven't seen it fo-"
"Yes, yes I know. We will arrive just after sunset. Then strider can decide what to do with you spies. You are getting on my nerves, at least she is quiet." His eyes wandered over to Fëarána who was looking out into the forest.
"Before sunset?" she said turning slightly so she could see Bob clearly.
"After"
"You are heading for the cave two miles north of the travellers cove are you not?"
Bob stared at her but made sure none of his surprise registered of his face. "I do not know where you believe we are but I do not know where you are referring to."
Fëarána nodded mutely in reply and went back to staring intently into the forest. Lunch was served shortly afterwards and quickly packed up and the small party continued on once again. Apart from the occasional frustrated yells of Fëárë, all was silent. Fëarána kept looking at the surrounding woods uncomfortable but the rangers seemed less burdened as they continued on their way, drawing nearer and nearer to their destination.