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Tolkien. The rest are fictional.)
A tall and proud elf opened the door wearing only trousers. He was embarrassed to see a maiden-elf in this state, so he slipped back into his house quickly slipping on a green shirt.
"How can I help you miss?" the elf said with a slight bow of his head. Without speech, Gwyndolynne slipped back her hood exposing her whole head. "Gwyndolynne? It's been so long! How have you been? Good I do hope! Dear, I am speaking to much aren't I?"
"We have no time for small talk, Amanthulë. He is back," Gwyndolynne stated bluntly.
Amanthulë was aghast, "Do you mean," he took a pause, trying to recall the name, "A-" Gwyndolynne put her fingers to his warm lips.
"We mustn't speak out here."
Embarrassed at his own manners, Amanthulë politely offered Gwyndolynne a place in his cottage. Gwyndolynne knew this wasn't his house, he had been staying here with his wife for many years. This cottage was very well groomed, though not very welcoming. It had dark walls and dark shades over all the windows, almost as if the people in it were at a mourning state.
"How do you know he's back?" Amanthulë tried the rush the matter out of Gwyndolynne.
"He was in the Prancing Pony," Gwyndolynne stated after a long pause. A short elf entered the room wearing clothes that Gwyndolynne made up to be rags. She slouched, making her even shorter than true. Gwyndolynne made her out to be about one meter shorter than herself. This maiden-elf disgraced the race of elves with her untamed hair and the way she slouched.
"O! A guest!" the maiden-elf sounded pleased, "Some whiskey you would like?"
"No thank you," Gwyndolynne said displeased at her terrible grammar.
"This is my wife, Uglinia," Amanthulë smiled.
"Pleased to meet you," Gwyndolynne stood and gave the maiden-elf a slight curtsy remembering manners.
Uglinia was in awe with Gwyndolynne's curtsy, she looked at her with large eyes. Suddenly remembering her manners, she curtsied low.
"If you don't mind, we have business to work out." Uglinia rushed out of the room.
"As a guess, I would bet they are on their way to Rivendell, Elrond has waited years to see the heir."
Realizing Gwyndolynne was right, Amanthulë began to get packs ready to travel.
"I will need some trousers if we are going by horse," Gwyndolynne took off her cloak showing her pale green dress. Amanthulë eyed her sheath, which was attached to her belt and tied around her waist in an unladylike fashion.
"Isn't that father's?" Amanthulë questioned with a pang of jealousy tossing Gwyndolynne a pair of his old trousers.
"Aye, and mind you- I will need a shirt also," Amanthulë threw Gwyndolynne a green shirt, darker than her dress, "I'll go change," Gwyndolynne stated ambling towards the bedroom door. Once inside, Gwyndolynne realized this room wasn't very happy either. It was also much dirtier. Gwyndolynne stood in front of a full sized mirror as she pulled her flowing marine dress over her head. She stood there only in her breeches and her corset. Gwyndolynne tried to reach the laces of her corset, but her hands did not reach that far back. She began to miss the maids that helped her out of her corset at the Prancing Pony. Without touching the laces, Gwyndolynne untied her corset and breathed deeply. She let the corset fall on the ground. Silently, Gwyndolynne put Amanthulë trousers and shirt on over her breeches. She gently folded her dress and wrapped her corset inside of it. Gwyndolynne strapped her sheathed sword around her trousers, and swung her bow over her head and onto her back. She stuck her corset and dress into the pack Amanthulë gave her. Satisfied, Gwyndolynne turned to leave. A leaf caught her eye, as she looked closer, she realized it was a leaf from the Golden Wood, also known as Lothlórien. Gwyndolynne missed her home dearly. But now she was always traveling, it was hard for her to go home. Lothlórien reminded her of her father, which made it even harder to return home. A tear of light ran down Gwyndolynne's cheek. She wept of her father for only a few minutes, before drying her eyes and returning to the sitting room.
Amanthulë put extra clothes and food into his pack. He had set extra food for Gwyndoylnne, she put the food into her pack and tied the rope tightly.
"To Rivendell?" Amanthulë asked solemnly which made Gwyndolynne nervous, Amanthulë used to be the brave older brother. After Amanthulë gave his wife a kiss on her forehead, they set out of the house walking through the small town of Bree.
It was eight furlongs to the horse stables were Amanthulë kept his two horses. Only did Amanthulë and Gwyndolynne began talking at the last furlong.
"Why did you get father's sword?" Amanthulë asked, his jealousy showing with pride.
This stuck a nerve of Gwyndolynne, "Perhaps it's because I was there fighting at his side, while you were busy laying around in Rivendell!"
Amanthulë looked offended, "I was not laying around, I was getting married!"
"To your unaccomplished and ungraceful wife?" Gwyndolynne regretted her words. She was appalled that she let her temper get a hold of her. Amanthulë gave her an evil look and walked into the stables letting the door slam into her face. Gwyndolynne let out an audible sigh. Why am I so stupid? I hate having to apologize to him- but if I don't, this will be the absolute worst trip to Rivendell. Gwyndolynne was disgusted with herself.
A tall and proud elf opened the door wearing only trousers. He was embarrassed to see a maiden-elf in this state, so he slipped back into his house quickly slipping on a green shirt.
"How can I help you miss?" the elf said with a slight bow of his head. Without speech, Gwyndolynne slipped back her hood exposing her whole head. "Gwyndolynne? It's been so long! How have you been? Good I do hope! Dear, I am speaking to much aren't I?"
"We have no time for small talk, Amanthulë. He is back," Gwyndolynne stated bluntly.
Amanthulë was aghast, "Do you mean," he took a pause, trying to recall the name, "A-" Gwyndolynne put her fingers to his warm lips.
"We mustn't speak out here."
Embarrassed at his own manners, Amanthulë politely offered Gwyndolynne a place in his cottage. Gwyndolynne knew this wasn't his house, he had been staying here with his wife for many years. This cottage was very well groomed, though not very welcoming. It had dark walls and dark shades over all the windows, almost as if the people in it were at a mourning state.
"How do you know he's back?" Amanthulë tried the rush the matter out of Gwyndolynne.
"He was in the Prancing Pony," Gwyndolynne stated after a long pause. A short elf entered the room wearing clothes that Gwyndolynne made up to be rags. She slouched, making her even shorter than true. Gwyndolynne made her out to be about one meter shorter than herself. This maiden-elf disgraced the race of elves with her untamed hair and the way she slouched.
"O! A guest!" the maiden-elf sounded pleased, "Some whiskey you would like?"
"No thank you," Gwyndolynne said displeased at her terrible grammar.
"This is my wife, Uglinia," Amanthulë smiled.
"Pleased to meet you," Gwyndolynne stood and gave the maiden-elf a slight curtsy remembering manners.
Uglinia was in awe with Gwyndolynne's curtsy, she looked at her with large eyes. Suddenly remembering her manners, she curtsied low.
"If you don't mind, we have business to work out." Uglinia rushed out of the room.
"As a guess, I would bet they are on their way to Rivendell, Elrond has waited years to see the heir."
Realizing Gwyndolynne was right, Amanthulë began to get packs ready to travel.
"I will need some trousers if we are going by horse," Gwyndolynne took off her cloak showing her pale green dress. Amanthulë eyed her sheath, which was attached to her belt and tied around her waist in an unladylike fashion.
"Isn't that father's?" Amanthulë questioned with a pang of jealousy tossing Gwyndolynne a pair of his old trousers.
"Aye, and mind you- I will need a shirt also," Amanthulë threw Gwyndolynne a green shirt, darker than her dress, "I'll go change," Gwyndolynne stated ambling towards the bedroom door. Once inside, Gwyndolynne realized this room wasn't very happy either. It was also much dirtier. Gwyndolynne stood in front of a full sized mirror as she pulled her flowing marine dress over her head. She stood there only in her breeches and her corset. Gwyndolynne tried to reach the laces of her corset, but her hands did not reach that far back. She began to miss the maids that helped her out of her corset at the Prancing Pony. Without touching the laces, Gwyndolynne untied her corset and breathed deeply. She let the corset fall on the ground. Silently, Gwyndolynne put Amanthulë trousers and shirt on over her breeches. She gently folded her dress and wrapped her corset inside of it. Gwyndolynne strapped her sheathed sword around her trousers, and swung her bow over her head and onto her back. She stuck her corset and dress into the pack Amanthulë gave her. Satisfied, Gwyndolynne turned to leave. A leaf caught her eye, as she looked closer, she realized it was a leaf from the Golden Wood, also known as Lothlórien. Gwyndolynne missed her home dearly. But now she was always traveling, it was hard for her to go home. Lothlórien reminded her of her father, which made it even harder to return home. A tear of light ran down Gwyndolynne's cheek. She wept of her father for only a few minutes, before drying her eyes and returning to the sitting room.
Amanthulë put extra clothes and food into his pack. He had set extra food for Gwyndoylnne, she put the food into her pack and tied the rope tightly.
"To Rivendell?" Amanthulë asked solemnly which made Gwyndolynne nervous, Amanthulë used to be the brave older brother. After Amanthulë gave his wife a kiss on her forehead, they set out of the house walking through the small town of Bree.
It was eight furlongs to the horse stables were Amanthulë kept his two horses. Only did Amanthulë and Gwyndolynne began talking at the last furlong.
"Why did you get father's sword?" Amanthulë asked, his jealousy showing with pride.
This stuck a nerve of Gwyndolynne, "Perhaps it's because I was there fighting at his side, while you were busy laying around in Rivendell!"
Amanthulë looked offended, "I was not laying around, I was getting married!"
"To your unaccomplished and ungraceful wife?" Gwyndolynne regretted her words. She was appalled that she let her temper get a hold of her. Amanthulë gave her an evil look and walked into the stables letting the door slam into her face. Gwyndolynne let out an audible sigh. Why am I so stupid? I hate having to apologize to him- but if I don't, this will be the absolute worst trip to Rivendell. Gwyndolynne was disgusted with herself.