FOR THE LAST TIME...A 13 YEAR OLD IS NOT SO STUPID AS TO FALL IN LOVE WITH A
3000ISH YEAR OLD DUMB ELF...that is all
Hey: I'm not stopping the story, but taking ur advice...ish. 2nd chapter's juz a turning point to follow up to a new concept...No she doesn't die...yet.
TELL ME IF I'M DOING ANYTHING WRONG without using the word antidisestablishmentarianism...pleeez.
Don't read it if it's only it 2 get reviews, coz I'll review u but u'll still regret it ... trust me...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They were in Minas Tirith. Aragorn and Arwen were sitting there, bored as ever. Legolas spotted something upon entering the great hall, he smiled. What he spotted made him toss a cloak backwards onto her head: 'Here put this on,' he said to the throne – unintentionally so, not noticing that she wasn't a particularly good catcher. His eyes focused on the throne in which Aragorn sat.
'My lord...lady,' Legolas nodded, 'I have with me proof!' The girl was inside the cloak...or at least just her head. 'Good,' replied a very distant Aragorn. By now, she was tugging Legolas' sleeves.
Hello? Anybody home?
'Proof? What am I proof of?' she protested 'Proof that my world exists, or proof of how easily I can fall for such a trick – having me stay here.'
'Child, be calm...your decision to stay here comes within 24 hours!' said Arwen. Legolas' was twiddling his fingers and signalled Aragorn to wake up.
'What are we to call you?' asked Aragorn, finally breaking the monotonous ice. The girl's attention had shifted to Arwen, who was smiling in the face of danger, at Legolas.
'I...am...ugh...,'she didn't wish to give out her true identity. Though she lifted her head up in confidence, smiled and said: 'Aathwin is my name.'
Despite the pause for breath and for the party to glare at her pride and her - very obviously – confusing Elven make-name, she continued. 'I am from the shallow bays of Sydney and I come to you to...help?' Legolas' unibrow didn't look particularly sincere that day.
'And help you shall. I am sure Legolas has given you the briefing to why we need your help.' Aragorn said. She answered with a single nod. 'Come with me. Faramir will be pleased to see you I'm sure. Oh and...put these on.
All her dreams were running into each other and colliding, knocking themselves on the head. But they couldn't possibly knock her on the head. It was only copper chainmail and a really sharp Normandy helmet that got her spirits jumping. Despite all this, the mention of Faramir – apparently dead Faramir – was forgotten. Aragorn walked out with the long cape dragging on the staircase. As soon as all the velvet was gone, Legolas eagerly ran up the stairs to greet Arwen. Arwen was now very fragile and was wearing away.
'Legolas, you have finally arrived.' Arwen whispered and echoed through the hall, 'Now I am obliged to grant you a gift upon your return.' While from the back of the hall, Aathwin was getting her 'giant steel mess kit' on.
Legolas turned around just to see Aathwin jumping up and down, trying to fit on the chest plate downwards.
'Ooooh...get somethin' for me...for me!!!!' shouted the muffled voice of Aathwin. Legolas laughed – more like sniggered and then said with his head down:
'To see her again – once more – before the war...'
'Who?'
'Do you not know?'
Aathwin's character was both laughing and confusing. Arwen was surprisingly impressed with him. Aathwin stopped her muffled giggle when she got the plate on and was able to see...no one got the joke. Legolas suddenly felt ashamed of himself and Aathwin. He walked back to her and helped her with the armour.
'I've now got 23 hours, after that little conversation of yours,' justified Aathwin 'Don't tell me you've made up your mind.' Aathwin made an easy nod that almost dislocated her neck.
'We shall go to Rivendell!' Aathwin wasn't at all sober. There was a long pause. Awkward for the presence of royalty.
'What?'
'Off to the smithie!' said Legolas. He rolled his eyes the situation. Arwen was laughing. Was that a good thing? After Aathwin contemplated the virtue of her laugh she kindly smiled and said:
'She misses you...'
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Don't review if you can help urselves plz...
Hey: I'm not stopping the story, but taking ur advice...ish. 2nd chapter's juz a turning point to follow up to a new concept...No she doesn't die...yet.
TELL ME IF I'M DOING ANYTHING WRONG without using the word antidisestablishmentarianism...pleeez.
Don't read it if it's only it 2 get reviews, coz I'll review u but u'll still regret it ... trust me...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They were in Minas Tirith. Aragorn and Arwen were sitting there, bored as ever. Legolas spotted something upon entering the great hall, he smiled. What he spotted made him toss a cloak backwards onto her head: 'Here put this on,' he said to the throne – unintentionally so, not noticing that she wasn't a particularly good catcher. His eyes focused on the throne in which Aragorn sat.
'My lord...lady,' Legolas nodded, 'I have with me proof!' The girl was inside the cloak...or at least just her head. 'Good,' replied a very distant Aragorn. By now, she was tugging Legolas' sleeves.
Hello? Anybody home?
'Proof? What am I proof of?' she protested 'Proof that my world exists, or proof of how easily I can fall for such a trick – having me stay here.'
'Child, be calm...your decision to stay here comes within 24 hours!' said Arwen. Legolas' was twiddling his fingers and signalled Aragorn to wake up.
'What are we to call you?' asked Aragorn, finally breaking the monotonous ice. The girl's attention had shifted to Arwen, who was smiling in the face of danger, at Legolas.
'I...am...ugh...,'she didn't wish to give out her true identity. Though she lifted her head up in confidence, smiled and said: 'Aathwin is my name.'
Despite the pause for breath and for the party to glare at her pride and her - very obviously – confusing Elven make-name, she continued. 'I am from the shallow bays of Sydney and I come to you to...help?' Legolas' unibrow didn't look particularly sincere that day.
'And help you shall. I am sure Legolas has given you the briefing to why we need your help.' Aragorn said. She answered with a single nod. 'Come with me. Faramir will be pleased to see you I'm sure. Oh and...put these on.
All her dreams were running into each other and colliding, knocking themselves on the head. But they couldn't possibly knock her on the head. It was only copper chainmail and a really sharp Normandy helmet that got her spirits jumping. Despite all this, the mention of Faramir – apparently dead Faramir – was forgotten. Aragorn walked out with the long cape dragging on the staircase. As soon as all the velvet was gone, Legolas eagerly ran up the stairs to greet Arwen. Arwen was now very fragile and was wearing away.
'Legolas, you have finally arrived.' Arwen whispered and echoed through the hall, 'Now I am obliged to grant you a gift upon your return.' While from the back of the hall, Aathwin was getting her 'giant steel mess kit' on.
Legolas turned around just to see Aathwin jumping up and down, trying to fit on the chest plate downwards.
'Ooooh...get somethin' for me...for me!!!!' shouted the muffled voice of Aathwin. Legolas laughed – more like sniggered and then said with his head down:
'To see her again – once more – before the war...'
'Who?'
'Do you not know?'
Aathwin's character was both laughing and confusing. Arwen was surprisingly impressed with him. Aathwin stopped her muffled giggle when she got the plate on and was able to see...no one got the joke. Legolas suddenly felt ashamed of himself and Aathwin. He walked back to her and helped her with the armour.
'I've now got 23 hours, after that little conversation of yours,' justified Aathwin 'Don't tell me you've made up your mind.' Aathwin made an easy nod that almost dislocated her neck.
'We shall go to Rivendell!' Aathwin wasn't at all sober. There was a long pause. Awkward for the presence of royalty.
'What?'
'Off to the smithie!' said Legolas. He rolled his eyes the situation. Arwen was laughing. Was that a good thing? After Aathwin contemplated the virtue of her laugh she kindly smiled and said:
'She misses you...'
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Don't review if you can help urselves plz...