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Going Stag- chp 2
Saying Hi and Goodbye.
Arire walked briskly over to Elrond in his library. The lord of the house was sat nearest a window with a curious book in his hand in a language Arire didn't expect him to understand. As soon as Elrond saw her reading the cover he slammed it shut and face down immediately.
Her cool eyes looked over him, the pale blue taking in every inch of his hand-caught-in-cookie-jar expression. "What are you doing reading that?" she asked calmly- Don't read into this- she thought.
Looking at her with the typical regal stare he told her slowly, "I was trying to make sense of it. BUT not much of it!" He said the words as if he had committed a crime and was deeply sorry for it.
"I hope I am forgiven for this" he said gently the sunlight moving over the worried expression on his face. Arire had known this elf all her life and knew full well of his desperation for knowledge.
Her looks at him were sharp, "I think you a merely sorry that you were caught"
Luckily for the lord, his son galloped in with a few cuts and bruises. Arire grabbed his shoulders to stop him slipping on the recently cleaned floor, it made no difference, he was flung backwards and she tumbled to the floor with him.
With the other elf lying on top of her clumsily trying to get up, the girl took a mock-serious tone, "Elrohir honestly! Pulling me in to your horseplay!" It wasn't long before he offered her his hand and she sprang lightly to her feet, spread widely to reclaim some balance taken by the wet boards.
Elrohir was panting, he had run half the house to find her and thought he got her just in time; he was unaware how right he was. Doubled over a bit, resting his hands on his knees, he tried to tell Arire something between his panting breaths,
"Legolas . . . wants . . . got to . . . get . . ."
Arire was following his words and ushering him to get the last few out. Finally, on the brink of collapsing, the elf spat, "Horses!" Arire caught him as he fell to the floor.
"How far exactly have you ran?" she giggled. Elrohir eventually said, "Around the house very quickly, about 3 times"
Helping him over to her room, the nearest out of hers and his, she sat him to the bed, some how she didn't believe his explanation. Watching the man take large gulps for a beautiful crystal glass and drop it on to the table, she crossed her arms and gave him a questioning look.
Elrohir knew had been seen straight through.
Walking calmly over to him and standing next to him, she retied her hair and arched an eyebrow. "What happened?" Elrohir looked at her- astounded; cut to the chase why don't you?
Letting his eyes wander guiltily around the airy room to avoid Arire's, Elrohir wandered whether he should really tell her the truth. It wasn't until she sat next to him, placing her chin on his shoulder, making his heart, and voice, quiver uncontrollably, that he decided to say something.
Unfortunately, the tremble in his voice made Arire chuckle a bit.
"Me. . . and. . . Ell-Ell-Elladan"
Quite laughter.
"W-w-we . . . well, we, err, we" Tugging at his collar.
More obvious giggling.
"Well, we"
At this Arire burst out, Elrohir self-consciously blush, his warm cheeks going a pretty pink. Arire waved her hand, "I'm sorry. Continue"
"Elladan and I had a . . . well, a fight" he answered eventually, still a bit nervous. Arire had a fierce temper and was bound to take a side and eliminate the opposite argument. Narrowing her eyes she said.
"Bout what?"
"Nothing"
"You fought about nothing?"
"Yes"
"Truth please!"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Do I have to dangle you over that balcony feet first?"
Elrohir look shiftily around the room, it was along way down and it was safe to bet no one, not even his own brother, wanted to break his fall.
"We were fighting about you," he said suddenly. Arire froze a slight bit dumb-founded; this was last on her list. Acting a bit nervous she asked in a hushed voice, "But why?"
Elrohir thought, hook, line and sinker.
"Well?" she stomped her foot in an impatient way.
"Well, look at that?" Gawping at something near the window, Elrohir bolted out of the door and out of sight. Arire for once didn't give chase, but sat down on the soft linen sheets. She had a feeling he was telling the truth.
"Alright guys, basic survival kit"
"Ready when ever you are Mon Capitan"
"Right. Candles?"
"Yep"
"Candle guards"
"Yep"
"Burn proof, dragon hide gloves?"
"Ooooooo yes" "Wine?"
"Yep"
"Rum?"
"Yep"
"The essential- your lucky under wear?"
Pulling the waist band of some blue shorts, "Wearing 'em, Aragorn"
"Er, have I missed anything?"
"Compass, map?" said Elladan, knowing full well of Aragorns plan to get thoroughly sozzled.
"We ARE the maps"
Elladan rolled his eyes; this wasn't looking good at all. At that moment, the solid door of the room the males had gathered in flew open and the tall and slender Arire, now in clean trousers and a long white (and clearly made for a man) shirt, stood in it. Walking forward with an air of leadership around her, making Elladan more nervous than he cared to admit, she wove herself between the elves and man standing by the elvish crafted table complete with twirling cravings that made you feel serene just for looking at it. The light picked up the worn lines of the rangers face as the youthful elf approached, "Don't forget to bring an open mind for what I've planned?" she grinned; Aragorn gave her a not-so-trusting stare.
"Everything has been arranged"
Aragorn didn't stop squinting at her
"Trust me"
Worse glare
"Look its nothing bad"
Death glare
"You'll see!" she ended defensively. Slipping closer to Elladan, she whispered in his ear, so quiet it was only audible to him, "I need to talk to you later, about you-know-what, meet me at the stable" Elladan felt his knees buckle a bit, he'd put his foot so far in it his leg was disappearing.
A/N: - So why were they fighting over her? And what's with the book in the funny language? And the surprise? Where exactly do the gypsies fit in? Keep reading to find out!
A/N: - Wooo-hoo reviews! Thank you so very much! Reviews are really cool cause they encourage writers to keep writing.
Going Stag- chp 2
Saying Hi and Goodbye.
Arire walked briskly over to Elrond in his library. The lord of the house was sat nearest a window with a curious book in his hand in a language Arire didn't expect him to understand. As soon as Elrond saw her reading the cover he slammed it shut and face down immediately.
Her cool eyes looked over him, the pale blue taking in every inch of his hand-caught-in-cookie-jar expression. "What are you doing reading that?" she asked calmly- Don't read into this- she thought.
Looking at her with the typical regal stare he told her slowly, "I was trying to make sense of it. BUT not much of it!" He said the words as if he had committed a crime and was deeply sorry for it.
"I hope I am forgiven for this" he said gently the sunlight moving over the worried expression on his face. Arire had known this elf all her life and knew full well of his desperation for knowledge.
Her looks at him were sharp, "I think you a merely sorry that you were caught"
Luckily for the lord, his son galloped in with a few cuts and bruises. Arire grabbed his shoulders to stop him slipping on the recently cleaned floor, it made no difference, he was flung backwards and she tumbled to the floor with him.
With the other elf lying on top of her clumsily trying to get up, the girl took a mock-serious tone, "Elrohir honestly! Pulling me in to your horseplay!" It wasn't long before he offered her his hand and she sprang lightly to her feet, spread widely to reclaim some balance taken by the wet boards.
Elrohir was panting, he had run half the house to find her and thought he got her just in time; he was unaware how right he was. Doubled over a bit, resting his hands on his knees, he tried to tell Arire something between his panting breaths,
"Legolas . . . wants . . . got to . . . get . . ."
Arire was following his words and ushering him to get the last few out. Finally, on the brink of collapsing, the elf spat, "Horses!" Arire caught him as he fell to the floor.
"How far exactly have you ran?" she giggled. Elrohir eventually said, "Around the house very quickly, about 3 times"
Helping him over to her room, the nearest out of hers and his, she sat him to the bed, some how she didn't believe his explanation. Watching the man take large gulps for a beautiful crystal glass and drop it on to the table, she crossed her arms and gave him a questioning look.
Elrohir knew had been seen straight through.
Walking calmly over to him and standing next to him, she retied her hair and arched an eyebrow. "What happened?" Elrohir looked at her- astounded; cut to the chase why don't you?
Letting his eyes wander guiltily around the airy room to avoid Arire's, Elrohir wandered whether he should really tell her the truth. It wasn't until she sat next to him, placing her chin on his shoulder, making his heart, and voice, quiver uncontrollably, that he decided to say something.
Unfortunately, the tremble in his voice made Arire chuckle a bit.
"Me. . . and. . . Ell-Ell-Elladan"
Quite laughter.
"W-w-we . . . well, we, err, we" Tugging at his collar.
More obvious giggling.
"Well, we"
At this Arire burst out, Elrohir self-consciously blush, his warm cheeks going a pretty pink. Arire waved her hand, "I'm sorry. Continue"
"Elladan and I had a . . . well, a fight" he answered eventually, still a bit nervous. Arire had a fierce temper and was bound to take a side and eliminate the opposite argument. Narrowing her eyes she said.
"Bout what?"
"Nothing"
"You fought about nothing?"
"Yes"
"Truth please!"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Do I have to dangle you over that balcony feet first?"
Elrohir look shiftily around the room, it was along way down and it was safe to bet no one, not even his own brother, wanted to break his fall.
"We were fighting about you," he said suddenly. Arire froze a slight bit dumb-founded; this was last on her list. Acting a bit nervous she asked in a hushed voice, "But why?"
Elrohir thought, hook, line and sinker.
"Well?" she stomped her foot in an impatient way.
"Well, look at that?" Gawping at something near the window, Elrohir bolted out of the door and out of sight. Arire for once didn't give chase, but sat down on the soft linen sheets. She had a feeling he was telling the truth.
"Alright guys, basic survival kit"
"Ready when ever you are Mon Capitan"
"Right. Candles?"
"Yep"
"Candle guards"
"Yep"
"Burn proof, dragon hide gloves?"
"Ooooooo yes" "Wine?"
"Yep"
"Rum?"
"Yep"
"The essential- your lucky under wear?"
Pulling the waist band of some blue shorts, "Wearing 'em, Aragorn"
"Er, have I missed anything?"
"Compass, map?" said Elladan, knowing full well of Aragorns plan to get thoroughly sozzled.
"We ARE the maps"
Elladan rolled his eyes; this wasn't looking good at all. At that moment, the solid door of the room the males had gathered in flew open and the tall and slender Arire, now in clean trousers and a long white (and clearly made for a man) shirt, stood in it. Walking forward with an air of leadership around her, making Elladan more nervous than he cared to admit, she wove herself between the elves and man standing by the elvish crafted table complete with twirling cravings that made you feel serene just for looking at it. The light picked up the worn lines of the rangers face as the youthful elf approached, "Don't forget to bring an open mind for what I've planned?" she grinned; Aragorn gave her a not-so-trusting stare.
"Everything has been arranged"
Aragorn didn't stop squinting at her
"Trust me"
Worse glare
"Look its nothing bad"
Death glare
"You'll see!" she ended defensively. Slipping closer to Elladan, she whispered in his ear, so quiet it was only audible to him, "I need to talk to you later, about you-know-what, meet me at the stable" Elladan felt his knees buckle a bit, he'd put his foot so far in it his leg was disappearing.
A/N: - So why were they fighting over her? And what's with the book in the funny language? And the surprise? Where exactly do the gypsies fit in? Keep reading to find out!