Disclaimer: funnily enough, i own none of these charcters!
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Frodo was indeed shocked, for in the centre of the room stood Arkazel, Sting cradled in her arms. This would not have been so unusual. Many hobbit children were caught looking at it. It WAS beautiful. What caught Frodo's eye was that the sword seemed to glow in her hands. Not a blueish hue, as was usually the case, but orange. Frodo was quite shocked to behold this. Orange?
"Oh hello Frodo. Is the coffee ready?"
"........"
"Well, put it on the table, don't just stand there staring"
"..........."
"Haven't you ever seen a sword before? I would have thought you'd be quite aquainted with this one at least, I mean, it was in your house"
".........but, orange?"
"Orange? Oh, orange. Yes, what's so strange about that?"
"It's supposed to be blue"
"Blue, what an ugly colour! Come let's have coffee"
"....but?..."
"But me no buts and pour the coffee dearie"
".............."
"Well if you're so helpless, I'll pour the coffee"
"..............mmm, thanks?......."
"S'alright. Oh my old bones are acting up again, mind if I stretch a little?"
Old bones? She was naught older sixteen at the most!
"Stretch all you like"
Stretching is a common act, practiced by many people on the face of the earth. But this was no ordinary person. You hadn't seen anything until you'd seen Arkazel stretching. The act of stretching would not have been so unusual, had it not been for the gusts of wind sweeping through the room at each extension of her limbs. She noticed Frodo's shock and attempted to hide whatever she was doing.
A gust fillled the room as she pulled back her shoulder-blades. She moved her arms strangely, swinging them, as if she were pulling at something. Every time she brought her arms forward, a wave of pressure swept over Frodo. A faint outline could be seen when they passed over the shafts of sunlight. Faint feathered patterns glistening through the air. She relaxed her arms and her shoulders shifted as if tucking something back into her back. Somehow having difficulty with the unseen.
"What was that?"
"Wings"
"Wings?"
"Well, Phantom Wings"
"Which are?"
"Strange you should ask that....."
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yes, Frodo is shocked easily
to be continued, REVIEW
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Frodo was indeed shocked, for in the centre of the room stood Arkazel, Sting cradled in her arms. This would not have been so unusual. Many hobbit children were caught looking at it. It WAS beautiful. What caught Frodo's eye was that the sword seemed to glow in her hands. Not a blueish hue, as was usually the case, but orange. Frodo was quite shocked to behold this. Orange?
"Oh hello Frodo. Is the coffee ready?"
"........"
"Well, put it on the table, don't just stand there staring"
"..........."
"Haven't you ever seen a sword before? I would have thought you'd be quite aquainted with this one at least, I mean, it was in your house"
".........but, orange?"
"Orange? Oh, orange. Yes, what's so strange about that?"
"It's supposed to be blue"
"Blue, what an ugly colour! Come let's have coffee"
"....but?..."
"But me no buts and pour the coffee dearie"
".............."
"Well if you're so helpless, I'll pour the coffee"
"..............mmm, thanks?......."
"S'alright. Oh my old bones are acting up again, mind if I stretch a little?"
Old bones? She was naught older sixteen at the most!
"Stretch all you like"
Stretching is a common act, practiced by many people on the face of the earth. But this was no ordinary person. You hadn't seen anything until you'd seen Arkazel stretching. The act of stretching would not have been so unusual, had it not been for the gusts of wind sweeping through the room at each extension of her limbs. She noticed Frodo's shock and attempted to hide whatever she was doing.
A gust fillled the room as she pulled back her shoulder-blades. She moved her arms strangely, swinging them, as if she were pulling at something. Every time she brought her arms forward, a wave of pressure swept over Frodo. A faint outline could be seen when they passed over the shafts of sunlight. Faint feathered patterns glistening through the air. She relaxed her arms and her shoulders shifted as if tucking something back into her back. Somehow having difficulty with the unseen.
"What was that?"
"Wings"
"Wings?"
"Well, Phantom Wings"
"Which are?"
"Strange you should ask that....."
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yes, Frodo is shocked easily
to be continued, REVIEW
