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Chapter 6 Finding Aide Amongst Enemies

            It was a beautiful summer day in Imladris. A faint breeze was rustling through the leaves of the trees, while the sun's rays beat down less harshly upon the backs of the elves. All around them the flowers bloomed and the insects hummed happily.

            "Ouch!" Haldir of Lorien slapped his fair neck to ward of the mosquito that had bit into it. He sighed with disgust as he ran his hand along the already rising red lumps and pulled up his collar to try and hide them. The March Warden and his dear fiancĂ©e were strolling in one of the gardens on the way to meet his brothers. They had been more or less overjoyed when they heard the news that he had come to Imladris for the summer, the less part being the knowledge that he would be here for the whole summer. They did truly love their eldest sibling, but Rumil and Orophin had been looking forward to a vacation themselves. It would have been a time away from his stern glance, stoic manner and constant whining that his hair was a mess. It was this need of reassurance from his family that kept his attitude arrogant to all others. But as it now seemed to the brothers, as they watched Haldir move towards them, he had already made his mark here. The few elves that were ambling in the gardens at the time stepped far to the side as the overconfident couple approached. They had all been told at least once to mind their ways by Haldir, Minyoiel, or both. And now, they had no need to hear it again, so they simply moved. The two lovers smirked down at the sidestepping elves. Finally, some respect. But Rumil and Orophin greeted their brother warmly none the less, both clasping his arm in theirs, as was the style for warriors.

            "Well, my dear brothers, have you enjoyed your stay in Imladris so far?" Haldir questioned his younger siblings.

            "Yes, Haldir," the answered in unison, like obedient elflings. And even though he knew the answer already, Rumil posed this next question.

            "And what about you my brother? How has your stay been?" The March Warden sighed deeply and began to sound off a list of complaints. One was none other than his sheer distress of being bumped into by another elf. No wonder why he and Minyoiel got along so well. The said elleth, on the other hand, seemed to be very content. Her arms were wrapped around her lover and her golden head rested upon his shoulder. Every now and then she would reach out to stroke his well built chest to immediately direct his attention to her. It was at this time, that he decided to tell them of Figwit. They all had a long laugh at this, but it was suddenly interrupted by a cry from Minyoiel.

            "Daro!" she commanded as she jumped to her feet. The maiden was staring up at the tree beneath which they were all sitting. She had raised a single sunburned finger up at its branches and had a furious glance in her eyes. At first, the brothers thought that the heat had gotten to her as they looked at her quite bewilderedly. But then they caught sight of twin elves sitting in the branches with a bucket of water held between them. "Drop it!" she cried up to them once more. The one on the left smiled widely for a moment.

            "As you wish my lady."

Elladan and Elrohir were greatly disappointed. Mayhap they should have listened to Erestor when he had warned them against any pranks that might offend the March Warden. Dropping that bucket of ice water upon him had not been one of their most intelligent ideas. He had gone into a tirade the second it hit his fair head. His brothers seemed to have been torn between amusement and slight fear. The maiden, however, was just as angry, if not more about the incident.

            "How dare you!" her voice was quite shrill when she yelled. "What in Arda ever possessed you to do that? Look, you've near ruined his tunic!"  The twins had decided that it was best to retreat from that situation. They had heard tell that when mad, Lorien elves could fight very fiercely. They were now sauntering along the corridors of the Last Homely House when they heard someone mention the name, "Haldir." Suddenly, this certain someone had grabbed the backs of their collars and pulled them into the library.

            "Lindir!" Elrohir nearly shouted. The twins had never upheld the silence rule. "What are you doing, grabbing us out of the halls like that?"

            "Hush," this phrase was always familiar to those around the librarian. "I need your help. Well, Figwit really, but just come with me." Now quite intrigued, the brothers followed the elf to a rather secluded corner of the large room. Sitting there was Figwit, almost twitching at the sight of his tormentors. "Sit," Lindir instructed them as he took his seat next to the advisor. There was silence for a few moments as Figwit tried to collect himself.

            "I need your help," he whispered softly. "I wish to win the fair hand of the Lorien maiden, but I cannot do it alone. If you could help me in some way, I would deeply appreciate it." The twins gaped at the younger elf.

            "Well, Figwit, you have truly lost it," Elladan said. "I didn't think that was possible for an elf."

            "You may as well not try to convince him to stop what he is doing," Lindir said. "I have tried to do so for the past few hours, but he will not heed my words of advice. So it might be best if you just shut your mouths and listen." The brothers now gaped at the librarian. Never had they seen him so forceful about anything.

            "Fine," Elladan turned his gaze back to Figwit. "What would you have us do?"

Daro: Stop

Elleth: Female elf