Chapter 4
Lindir was on his way to Lord Elrond's study. On his way, he passed Glorfindel who, at the moment, had red hair hair and was looking angry. Lindir had neglected to tell him about the bucket on his door.
"Have you seen the twins? I have a meeting in two hours, and prefer to be blonde," Glorfindel asked.
"No, I haven't. Will change your name if it's permanent?" Lindir replied. (1)
"I'm going to have to. I might even, Valar forbid, have to dye it back."
"I'm going to see Elrond. If I see Elladan or Elrohir, I'll send them to you," Lindir said.
"Oh, and what is this rumor about you entertaining a girl in the healing wing?"
"Amy? No, I'm not entertaining her. I am taking care of her. You should meet her sometime."
"Perhaps I will, do you think the twins might be there?" Glorfindel asked.
"Perhaps," Lindir said, continuing on to Lord Elrond's study.
When he got there, he knocked, and was alloted entrance to the study.
"You wanted to see me, Lord Elrond?" Lindir asked when he had come in.
"How many times must I ask you to call me Elrond? What have you found out about this Amy?" Elrond asked.
"I know she was taken from her home when she was eight. She's been a slave under Lord Derrick for ten years, and made the plan under which she and others escaped. Also, she keeps company with a falcon named Stormwing. She talks to creatures, and understands them as well. And I found out from the Lord Falcon that Derrick is in the valley. It's only a matter of time before he finds her. Maybe he has already," Lindir responded sullenly.
"Perhaps it would be better to move her to a different room. She is well enough for that, I hope?" Elrond replied.
"Yes, indeed, she was out of bed yesterday, talking to Lord Stormwing," Lindir answered.
"Very well. Would you move her to a guest room on the second floor? I think it would be better that way."
"Of course, Elrond. And you might want to know that your sons dyed Glorfindel's hair red. Very fashionable," Lindir sniggered.
"Thank you for telling me. I will make sure to give them correct punishment," the half-elf said.
Elrohir and Elladan were talking to Amy in her room when Stormwing heard footsteps.
"Someone is coming towards us. A tall elf of medium weight," Amy translated.
"Glorfindel," Elrohir said immediately. "I guess the trap worked. I think we should run now." Elladan gave an assenting nod and they stood up and ran out the door, straight into Glorfindel, complete with red hair.
"Oh, Glorfindel. How nice to see you. Is that a new hair color?" Elladan greeted him, and he could hear Amy snickering in the background.
"Why, yes, it is. The thing is, I have a meeting in less than two hours, and I would like it to be a normal color by then. I don't suppose any of you know how I could change my hair back, do do you?" Glorfindel said warningly.
"Um, have you tried waiting three days? You know lye soap does wonders also," Elrohir tried his luck.
"What a great idea, I also believe your father would like to see the two of you now," the Balrog-Slayer said as he went to go get lye soap.
"You are going to be in /so/ much trouble with Ada gets done with us," Elladan told his twin.
"No, I insist it is you that will get in trouble. After all, I was in the library for most of the day, unlike you, who hasn't been in there since the summer solstice," Elrohir shot back.
"I have too! I was in there last week setting up the tripwire. . . . we /did/ take down the tripwire, right?" Elladan replied.
"What tripwire?" Elrohir asked as they headed towards their rooms.
"The tall elf had red hair!" Stormwing said.
"I know! It was the funniest thing I ever saw!" Amy exclaimed as Lindir walked in.
"What was?" He asked.
"An elf with red hair! Telling off the twins!" Amy replied gleefully.
"Oh, that would be Glorfindel, the Balrog-Slayer. They dyed his hair. I just came from Lord Elrond, who would like you to move to the second floor in a guest room so Lord Derrick can't get you." Lindir said with a smile.
"Stormwing says he was here last night, and he knows where my room is. I think it would confuse him greatly if I suddenly changed rooms. So, what are we waiting for?" She asked, not so gleeful right then. Lindir sat on the bed beside her and put his arms around her.
"You are sure he was here?" Lindir asked worriedly.
"Positive. I have no reason to doubt Stormwing's word," Amy replied as she leaned back in his embrace.
"Then we should go now. A room has ben prepared for you. It faces the inner courtyard, so Stormwing can stay with you and not feel caged," Lindir explained as there was a commotion in the hall.
"Elrohir and Elladan were running as fast as their legs could carry them past the door with identical looks of terror on their faces. Glorfindel also ran past, with blue hair this time, and looking /very/ angry.
"You said it would come out with lye soap!" Glorfindel screamed at them.
"No, we said three days /and/ lye soap!" They yelled back at him. During the chase, Lindir, Amy, and Stormwing crept to Amy's new room, where Lindir left her. She marveled at it's beauty.
The walls were cream colored, like almost all the walls in the place, and had a bed a bed on the left side, which was adorned with a new coverlet and white sheets and a feather pillow. There was a huge balcony that shared two other doors. The room had an oak dresser and wardrobe and nightstand in it. The wardrobe held dresses, mostly in pastel colors, though there were few dark ones in there. There was a wooden perch near the balcony, which had oak doors and rust colored, transparent curtains, tied back at the moment.
Stormwing flew over to the perch and watched as Amy put away her few belongings, consisting of a bone ring, inset with a pearl, which she had hidden for ten years; and a knife, a bone one that she had made herself when she was a slave, sheathed in reeds that she had collected and woven together.
A/N: Yes, well, Quick update, I know, but I had rare time on my hands. Please review, but please, NO FLAMES! Be civil people!
Replies:
Moralinde- Well, I figured that elves wouldn't actually be guarding the inside of the city. They would be guarding the outskirts, and if he kills enough elves. . . . and hides the bodies so the other elves don't know. . . he would have a certain time window in which to get Amy, and get past the outskirts, where he would only have to deal with occasional patrols. I didn't say anywhere in the story.
Jade Limill
Lindir was on his way to Lord Elrond's study. On his way, he passed Glorfindel who, at the moment, had red hair hair and was looking angry. Lindir had neglected to tell him about the bucket on his door.
"Have you seen the twins? I have a meeting in two hours, and prefer to be blonde," Glorfindel asked.
"No, I haven't. Will change your name if it's permanent?" Lindir replied. (1)
"I'm going to have to. I might even, Valar forbid, have to dye it back."
"I'm going to see Elrond. If I see Elladan or Elrohir, I'll send them to you," Lindir said.
"Oh, and what is this rumor about you entertaining a girl in the healing wing?"
"Amy? No, I'm not entertaining her. I am taking care of her. You should meet her sometime."
"Perhaps I will, do you think the twins might be there?" Glorfindel asked.
"Perhaps," Lindir said, continuing on to Lord Elrond's study.
When he got there, he knocked, and was alloted entrance to the study.
"You wanted to see me, Lord Elrond?" Lindir asked when he had come in.
"How many times must I ask you to call me Elrond? What have you found out about this Amy?" Elrond asked.
"I know she was taken from her home when she was eight. She's been a slave under Lord Derrick for ten years, and made the plan under which she and others escaped. Also, she keeps company with a falcon named Stormwing. She talks to creatures, and understands them as well. And I found out from the Lord Falcon that Derrick is in the valley. It's only a matter of time before he finds her. Maybe he has already," Lindir responded sullenly.
"Perhaps it would be better to move her to a different room. She is well enough for that, I hope?" Elrond replied.
"Yes, indeed, she was out of bed yesterday, talking to Lord Stormwing," Lindir answered.
"Very well. Would you move her to a guest room on the second floor? I think it would be better that way."
"Of course, Elrond. And you might want to know that your sons dyed Glorfindel's hair red. Very fashionable," Lindir sniggered.
"Thank you for telling me. I will make sure to give them correct punishment," the half-elf said.
Elrohir and Elladan were talking to Amy in her room when Stormwing heard footsteps.
"Someone is coming towards us. A tall elf of medium weight," Amy translated.
"Glorfindel," Elrohir said immediately. "I guess the trap worked. I think we should run now." Elladan gave an assenting nod and they stood up and ran out the door, straight into Glorfindel, complete with red hair.
"Oh, Glorfindel. How nice to see you. Is that a new hair color?" Elladan greeted him, and he could hear Amy snickering in the background.
"Why, yes, it is. The thing is, I have a meeting in less than two hours, and I would like it to be a normal color by then. I don't suppose any of you know how I could change my hair back, do do you?" Glorfindel said warningly.
"Um, have you tried waiting three days? You know lye soap does wonders also," Elrohir tried his luck.
"What a great idea, I also believe your father would like to see the two of you now," the Balrog-Slayer said as he went to go get lye soap.
"You are going to be in /so/ much trouble with Ada gets done with us," Elladan told his twin.
"No, I insist it is you that will get in trouble. After all, I was in the library for most of the day, unlike you, who hasn't been in there since the summer solstice," Elrohir shot back.
"I have too! I was in there last week setting up the tripwire. . . . we /did/ take down the tripwire, right?" Elladan replied.
"What tripwire?" Elrohir asked as they headed towards their rooms.
"The tall elf had red hair!" Stormwing said.
"I know! It was the funniest thing I ever saw!" Amy exclaimed as Lindir walked in.
"What was?" He asked.
"An elf with red hair! Telling off the twins!" Amy replied gleefully.
"Oh, that would be Glorfindel, the Balrog-Slayer. They dyed his hair. I just came from Lord Elrond, who would like you to move to the second floor in a guest room so Lord Derrick can't get you." Lindir said with a smile.
"Stormwing says he was here last night, and he knows where my room is. I think it would confuse him greatly if I suddenly changed rooms. So, what are we waiting for?" She asked, not so gleeful right then. Lindir sat on the bed beside her and put his arms around her.
"You are sure he was here?" Lindir asked worriedly.
"Positive. I have no reason to doubt Stormwing's word," Amy replied as she leaned back in his embrace.
"Then we should go now. A room has ben prepared for you. It faces the inner courtyard, so Stormwing can stay with you and not feel caged," Lindir explained as there was a commotion in the hall.
"Elrohir and Elladan were running as fast as their legs could carry them past the door with identical looks of terror on their faces. Glorfindel also ran past, with blue hair this time, and looking /very/ angry.
"You said it would come out with lye soap!" Glorfindel screamed at them.
"No, we said three days /and/ lye soap!" They yelled back at him. During the chase, Lindir, Amy, and Stormwing crept to Amy's new room, where Lindir left her. She marveled at it's beauty.
The walls were cream colored, like almost all the walls in the place, and had a bed a bed on the left side, which was adorned with a new coverlet and white sheets and a feather pillow. There was a huge balcony that shared two other doors. The room had an oak dresser and wardrobe and nightstand in it. The wardrobe held dresses, mostly in pastel colors, though there were few dark ones in there. There was a wooden perch near the balcony, which had oak doors and rust colored, transparent curtains, tied back at the moment.
Stormwing flew over to the perch and watched as Amy put away her few belongings, consisting of a bone ring, inset with a pearl, which she had hidden for ten years; and a knife, a bone one that she had made herself when she was a slave, sheathed in reeds that she had collected and woven together.
A/N: Yes, well, Quick update, I know, but I had rare time on my hands. Please review, but please, NO FLAMES! Be civil people!
Replies:
Moralinde- Well, I figured that elves wouldn't actually be guarding the inside of the city. They would be guarding the outskirts, and if he kills enough elves. . . . and hides the bodies so the other elves don't know. . . he would have a certain time window in which to get Amy, and get past the outskirts, where he would only have to deal with occasional patrols. I didn't say anywhere in the story.
Jade Limill