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Ren groaned in annoyance as someone shook her right shoulder lightly. Go away, she thought, my head's pounding so please go away! The shaking, however, did not stop. Ren shifted uncomfortably on the stone for, finally blinking her eyes open irritably. Since when did I even fall asleep? Then she remembered the crashing of the waves that had melded for a moment with the eternal silence, and her eyes slowly came back into focus. Ren saw the elf in front of her, coolly holding his sword as if nothing had happened, his piercing blue eyes averted from her.
'Glorfindel...?'
He looked up, his eyes strangely distant for a moment, before speaking, his voice aloof and emotionless as he ground the blade slowly over the stone.
'Nothing ever happened.'
Ren tried her hardest to remember, but it was as though the memory fled before her, and nothing would come to her. Glorfindel, tracing a long finger over the side of the blade, finally stood and helped Ren up. Glorfindel glanced at her for a moment, before suddenly shaking his head and leaving the room silently. Ren could only follow him, puzzlement written upon her face.
*
Sara grinned as Shu Wen passed her the bucket of iced water. Shu Wen, Inez, Diana, Yvonne and herself had taken the liberty to make some... alterations for Arwen's door. Having being bored to death, even with the novelty of the cold weather about them, the five human children had decided it was high time for something to happen to the Evenstar of the Elves. Diana tugged the string firmly into place, then grinning madly, the five jumped out of the windows, very thankful that Arwen's room was on the first floor and situated next to one of the less crowded gardens in Imladris...
*
Arwen hummed the Lay of Leithian softly as she floated gracefully down the corridor, arm in arm with Aragorn, who was grinning like a deranged idiot at finally being back home with her. Aragorn's lower tones mixed with her higher chords to make a rather entrancing melody.
Tinuviel eluvani,
elleth alfirin edhelhael,
o hon ring finnil fuinui
a rene gelebrin thiliol...
Tinuviel the elven fair,
immortal maiden Elven wise,
about him cast her shadowy hair,
and arms like silver glistening.
Aragorn was still grinning like a deranged madman when she opened the door. All around Imladris, a foul screech could be heard:
'ADA!'
*
Elrond was started from his work, as an unearthly sound that echoed somewhat like Arwen's reached his ears, causing him to streak a large blot of ink over a treaty paper bound for Thranduil. Looking down at it, Elrond decided it was something of a good idea, added another large blot in the opposing direction, folded the letter up and plopped it into his outbox before hitching up his robes to go find out what had caused his beloved daughter such distress.
When he arrived at Arwen's room, all Elrond could do was gape. His daughter, alongside his foster son, was dripping in iced water, her white gown sticking to her, contrasting sharply with her raven hair.
'REN!'
*
Ren was in her room, rereading some relevant part of the Shibboleth of Feanor, which had, surprisingly, popped up from nowhere alongside the rest of her Histories of Middle-Earth collection, a fact for which she was immensely grateful for, when she heard her name being yelled. She started and put down the volume, shaking her head and wondering what she had done, when she realized that the voice was not Glorfindel's, as she assumed it had been, but rather Elrond's. Putting pieces together, she snapped back to reality.
'SARA!'
*
Sara and company were grinning in belated elation over the screeching noise when the ringleader heard her name being screamed. They all looked at each other. Run, she mouthed, and they bolted down the corridor, hoping to evade Arwen, Aragorn, Elrond and Ren. In the end, they bumped into none, but rather Glorfindel. The Elda took one look at their guilty faces before shouting down the corridor,
'ELROND!'
*
Ren came running down the endless halls of Rivendell, straight towards Glorfindel's group, with Elrond, his children behind him, trailing after her looking ready to kill. Arwen was leaving a steady stream of water behind her as she ran, and Aragorn had squelching shoes. Glorfindel dragged Sara forward. Ren skidded to a stop behind the fair haired Vanya (again, an assumption. Is there anyone who knows his real race?) before pointing to Sara.
'It's all her fault! I'm innocent... This time around!'
Arwen turned on Sara.
'Le tithen Malarauko, im noro degi le!' [Sindarin: You little balrog, I'm going to murder you!]
Elrond placed a soothing hand on her shoulder.
'Bein iell-nin, lada-le. Breged-asgar rhoeg.' [Sindarin: My beautiful daughter, soothe yourself. Violence is wrong.]
'Ada, nin mablod rhitho, aniron-im tulos maeg-naeg.' [Sindarin: Father, my hands twitch, I desire to bring about sudden pain.]
Glorfindel shot her an amused look, while Ren moaned in a fake voice, pretending to be strangled. Sara and company watched on in amusement. Arwen smirked as she looked at her.
'Le na othlond nin gurthu.' [Sindarin: You are the paved way to my death.]
'Nin na i guruthos.' [Sindarin: I am the horror of death.]
Glorfindel could not prevent himself from snorting as Ren turned her back to translate to her friends, and Sara beamed at being called a "little Balrog" and thought that, is she had been here so short a time yet was practically already blacklisted, that Middle-Earth would not be so bad after all. Glorfindel had to surpress another bout of laughter as he watched Arwen turn to gesticulate various signs to her father, all the while making her already unruly appearence even worse.
'Na-i thegra thenid le uluithiad thaw neuthai.' [Sindarin: Lit. That is the first true thing out of your unquenchably corrupted thoughts. Fig. Something true finally comes out of your corrupted mind.]
'Nin hall-neuthai rui rum telin, im cuio mavrin-mavrin.' [Sindarin: Lit. My high and hidden thoughts whisper secret games to me, and I live in desirable darkness. Fig. I am crazy and live in a maddened world.]
Glorfindel shook his head in mirth, as he finally took the chance to take in Arwen's appearance.
'Le bui fos, nin hiril!' [Sindarin: You are in need of a bath, my lady!]
Ren doubled over in laughter as she translated for her friends, and Arwen stalked off to her bathroom. A minute later, there was a screech. Ren leant over to ask Sara what they had done this time, and by the time she could speak, she could barely manage to get the words out of her mouth to tell Glorfindel.
'Hin nestegi gal-celw Arwen calf.' [Sindarin: Fig. They put green dye into Arwen's bath.]
Elrond paled and took off to her chambers, Aragorn trailing not far behind, whereas Glorfindel was gasping for breath as he fought down his laughter.
'Im iest siniath nui han...' [Sindarin: I wish I had news before this...]