Wounded
Disclaimer: See Chapter One if you really want to read it.
A/N: Yesterday, 1/12/04, I MET THE AUTHOR OF "CASSANDRA'S ANGEL"! The women was sooooooo cool! Gina... Otto I believe her last name is. And the person Amanda (I think that was her name), the person who sings in the play (I think) of "Cassandra's Angel". SHE SUNG FOR US LIVE TODAY AT SCHOOL! *Bounce* Obviously, I'm quite forgetful... I had a lot of A/Ns for all my chappies that I wrote over the holiday break and I FORGOT WHERE I SET THEM! And my A/N for this chappie (the one about Gina Otto) that I wrote yesterday, I LOST THAT ALSO! *is ranting now*
I REMEMBER NOW! Me mum called on Monday... me real mum. I was SAD by the end of our short convo 'cause she didn't even remember how OLD I was! *sigh* Only eight years and she forgot... *sniffle*
One last thing before I get on with this short chappie. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ORLANDO BLOOM!!!!!!! :D
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Chapter Two:
Nomads and Memories
"Good. Now why did you come looking for me?" Elwen asked, grinning madly.
"I'm getting bored of this place. I want to either move on to Gondor or move back to an Elven realm."
Elwen sighed. She, too, was becoming restless.
"Or home?" Lin suggested.
"Home sounds good to me!" She sobered. Home to Rivendell where Arwen was probably still fuming over what they did. "You think it'd be safe to return to Imladris?"
"Doubt it. Arwen tends to remember those things. I've quite forgotten what we've done."
"Me too." Elwen giggled. "Most likely the usual. Something to do with mud, dresses, or her precious hairbrush!"
"Yea," Lin frowned, deep in thought. "Something like that."
"Did you say Arwen? That sounds Elvish to me." A voice from the door said.
Lin and Elwen jumped.______________________________________
Teeny bit of a cliffy... I think. Oh well.
Anyway, who do think the mysterious person at the door?
Review would be delightful, as always. ^.^ Elwen the Insane Elf
Disclaimer: See Chapter One if you really want to read it.
A/N: Yesterday, 1/12/04, I MET THE AUTHOR OF "CASSANDRA'S ANGEL"! The women was sooooooo cool! Gina... Otto I believe her last name is. And the person Amanda (I think that was her name), the person who sings in the play (I think) of "Cassandra's Angel". SHE SUNG FOR US LIVE TODAY AT SCHOOL! *Bounce* Obviously, I'm quite forgetful... I had a lot of A/Ns for all my chappies that I wrote over the holiday break and I FORGOT WHERE I SET THEM! And my A/N for this chappie (the one about Gina Otto) that I wrote yesterday, I LOST THAT ALSO! *is ranting now*
I REMEMBER NOW! Me mum called on Monday... me real mum. I was SAD by the end of our short convo 'cause she didn't even remember how OLD I was! *sigh* Only eight years and she forgot... *sniffle*
One last thing before I get on with this short chappie. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ORLANDO BLOOM!!!!!!! :D
"Good. Now why did you come looking for me?" Elwen asked, grinning madly.
"I'm getting bored of this place. I want to either move on to Gondor or move back to an Elven realm."
Elwen sighed. She, too, was becoming restless.
"Or home?" Lin suggested.
"Home sounds good to me!" She sobered. Home to Rivendell where Arwen was probably still fuming over what they did. "You think it'd be safe to return to Imladris?"
"Doubt it. Arwen tends to remember those things. I've quite forgotten what we've done."
"Me too." Elwen giggled. "Most likely the usual. Something to do with mud, dresses, or her precious hairbrush!"
"Yea," Lin frowned, deep in thought. "Something like that."
"Did you say Arwen? That sounds Elvish to me." A voice from the door said.
Lin and Elwen jumped.
Teeny bit of a cliffy... I think. Oh well.
Anyway, who do think the mysterious person at the door?
Review would be delightful, as always. ^.^ Elwen the Insane Elf
