'Do you remember what the orders are?' thought Elladan, for the tenth time
that day. 'Do you remember what we have to do?'
Elrohir rolled his eyes in answer, and shifted restlessly on his horse's back, just next to Elladan. They had left Rivendell two days ago, and were now waiting in the trees behind Síriel, with one patrol. There were another two patrols a little deeper in the forest, awaiting news from Lord Elrond's sons.
"Alright, just act as though it is a routine check-up," said Elladan in a low voice, turning to face the Elven soldiers. "Let myself and Elrohir do the talking; just be-
"They know," said Elrohir, elbowing his brother.
"Alright, ready?" asked Elladan. "Come on." With that, he nudged his horse forwards, and Elrohir set off next to him.
'It will be fine, 'Dan. If you start to feel strange, just let me take over,' thought the younger twin.
'Thank you, but I'll be fine,' replied Elladan. 'In all honesty though, I am nervous, more than nervous in fact. I mean, what if we have arrived too late?'
'Stop!' thought Elrohir sharply. 'Besides, you would've seen something by now.'
Elladan nodded, though it was with very little conviction. He kicked his horse into a canter, and leapt over a fallen log. The thud of hooves behind, told him that the others were hot on his heels. They were close to the town, and it was not long before they entered it.
There were many women, immortal and mortal, washing clothes or cooking over fires. A mix of Elven and human children played with sticks, and the occasional man could be seen, smoking a pipe. There were small stone houses set in a large circle around the clearing, and in the middle, an elderly woman sat, telling a story to some youngsters, who promptly lost interest as the Elven warriors rode in.
"Lord Elladan, Lord Elrohir!" cried the old woman, making her way across to where the horses were gathered.
Elladan forced himself to smile as he jumped down to the ground. "Good day, Tassan. How many times must I remind you that there is no need to address my brother and I as Lords?"
"Every time you come here, I know," laughed Tassan. "Now, what can we do for you, if I may ask?"
"Of course you may, but that is a strange question," replied Elladan. "Two weeks have passed since we last visited you and your people, and unless my memory fails me, it is every other week that we journey here."
"I'm afraid that your memory must indeed be failing you," said Tassan, "for you were only here last week. Can you not recall that?"
Elladan stood quietly for a moment as though thinking, before shaking his head. "No, I'm sure it was the week before last. I think, Tassan, that your memory is failing."
"Maybe now would be the ideal time to tell you that she is right and you are wrong," whispered Elrohir, who was still atop his horse. "You stayed at home the last time we came here, remember?"
This was true, for the day that Elladan had had his first vision, was also the day that the twins were supposed to travel to Síriel with a patrol. Lord Elrond had ordered his son to stay at Rivendell though, in case he saw anything else. Now, Elladan whirled around to face Elrohir, a well practiced look of fury on his face.
"If you were here last week, then why in all of Arda have we journeyed here again?" he demanded.
"Any excuse to see the fair Tassan," laughed Elrohir, grinning wickedly as he leapt off his horse.
The old woman cackled in delight when she was embraced tightly, the smile causing the corners of her warm eyes to crease. Elladan watched in amusement, though his heart was pounding almost painfully. Everything had gone well so far, but then, they had only just started.
"Now that you're here, would you and your soldiers like to stay and have a bite to eat?" asked Tassan.
"How could we pass up a chance to sample some of your cooking?" replied Elrohir. "Lead the way."
"You know, I am even beginning to consider leaving Rivendell, and making a home here, just so that your food will always be on hand," put in Elladan, walking alongside his brother and the old woman.
"Honestly, flattery will get you nowhere," said Tassan, though the gleam in her eyes proved otherwise.
Elladan stopped suddenly, and put a hand on Elrohir's shoulder. The younger twin opened his mouth to question the action, but drew in a sharp breath as he realised the reason behind it: a young child was sitting on the ground, playing with a green scarf.
"I'll join you in a minute," said Elladan to Tassan. He then glanced at Elrohir, and thought, 'That child, see what he has. Doesn't that scarf belong to one of the Halflings?'
'Yes, Pippin, I think. But if you go and talk to him, be subtle,' warned Elrohir.
'The same applies to you. Tassan may know more than she lets on,' replied Elladan.
Elrohir smiled, and continued to walk with the old woman, into one of the small houses. She had caught the silent exchange between the twins, but said nothing. Elladan meanwhile, went casually over to where the child sat, and knelt down beside him.
"Good morning, young one," he said, smiling gently. "What is this that you have?"
The child looked up, and drew the scarf possessively closer to his closer. "It's mine, I found it last week. Do you have one?"
"Actually, I don't," replied Elladan. "Do you mind if I look at yours?"
Biting his lip, the child slowly reached out and handed the item of clothing across. "Which one are you? I get confused with twins, and sometimes I can't tell who I'm talking to. By the way, my name is Tain."
"Hmm. Where did you get this?" asked Elladan.
"I asked you the first question," snapped Tain. "Why do Elves always think they are better than humans? They're not, you know. So, which twin are you?"
Elladan snapped his head up, surprised at the harsh tone of the child. "Sorry, I meant no offence. My name is Elladan, and I'm pleased to meet you, Tain. Why do you not like Elves? You live among some."
"Yes, but only lady Elves," replied Tain. "They are nice, and they look after me and my friends. But I don't like the male Elves who live around here, because all they care about is hurting people. My mother said that they used to be friendly, but then they just...changed."
"Go on," said Elladan gently, no longer interested in the scarf. "Why did they change?"
"I don't know, I wasn't born," said Tain. "Mother told me that they had a new ruler, and he turned them all nasty. I saw them a while back, because I was in the woods, and I found a tunnel that goes underground. It's normally blocked by big rocks that only men can move, but the Elves were taking them away. The leader saw me watching."
"What did he do?" asked Elladan.
"Nothing. He only told some of the Elves to bring me back here," replied Tain. "He did say though, that the woods are not safe, especially for children."
Elladan smiled briefly. "Hmm. What did he look like?"
"An Elf. He had long black hair, pointy ears and Elf clothes," said Tain. "His eyes were green, and they twinkled. But they were not friendly."
"He doesn't sound like a very nice person. Can you remember where this tunnel was?"
"Yes, it..." Tain broke off suddenly, and eyed Elladan suspiciously. "Why are you asking me all these questions? This isn't just a normal check for Orcs, is it? You usually just scout around. I'm not telling you anything, Elf."
"Alright!" said Elladan, slightly startled. "You can have your scarf back if you answer just two more questions. The one who owned this before; did you see who he was? And did he have any companions?"
Tain sighed in exasperation, prepared to answer only so he could have his scarf back. "I thought it was a child at first, but he cried out sometimes, and his voice wasn't like mine or anyone else my age. He had around seven companions, maybe eight, and they were all struggling, and trying to get away from the soldiers who held them."
"That's interesting," said Elladan slowly. "Tell me, were any of them inured?"
"Scarf," said Tain shortly.
Elladan forced himself to smile as he handed the item of clothing back, but was really getting quite irritated with the child. "There, you have it now. Will you please just tell me if any of them were hurt? That is all I wish to know, and then I shall leave you in peace."
"There was an Elf with yellow hair, and he had blood on his head," replied Tain.
"Thank you. Anyone else?" prompted Elladan.
Tain merely held the scarf tighter, and glared furiously. Elladan held his hands up in mock defeat, and stood up. As he made to leave, a small voice, dripping in chilling malice, made him pull up sharply.
"You're the one who sees," said Tain quietly. "Not for much longer though."
Elladan spun around and stared down at the child, but all he got back was an insolent look. Shaking himself, he turned on his heel and made his way over to Tassan's small house, unable to rid himself of what had just been said to him, by someone so young.
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Elrohir's eyes widened in shock, and his face paled in shock. Tassan clicked her tongue sympathetically, but said nothing, for she did not wish to intrude on the Elf's moment of thought.
"I must go," said Elrohir suddenly, grabbing his cloak and flinging it across his shoulders. "You have been more than helpful, and I only ask that you try and bring as many people as possible to Rivendell, if you come. And if...if anything should happen, do not blame yourself."
With that, Elrohir turned and flew across to the door. He wrenched it open and sprinted out, but ran straight into his brother, who was travelling at a much more stately pace. Elladan would probably have been knocked to the ground by the force of the body being slammed into him, if he had not been grabbed by the wrist and pulled around.
"We need to leave," hissed Elrohir, not letting go of Elladan as they ran.
"But I need to tell you something," whispered the other Elf.
Elrohir shook his head, just about to say that his information was of much more importance, when they were both halted by Tain, the child who Elladan had spoken to, stepping in front of them, arms folded across his chest.
"They know you're here, and they are going to come after you" he said quietly, maliciously.
"What do you mean?" snapped Elrohir.
A grin spread slowly across Tain's face. "I told them that you were here, but I've forgotten which of you is which twin, and they don't know either. But they won't really mind about killing you both."
Elrohir stared down at the child for a moment, before flicking his eyes across to the woods. He drew in a sharp breath as his gaze travelled around the clearing, taking in the Elven warriors standing in the trees. Their own patrol were oblivious though, for they were all busy questioning some of the townspeople.
'Pretend you haven't noticed anything,' thought Elladan desperately. 'We cannot draw our weapons until we are with the others. Look, Calaen's lot have arrows already notched. Until our patrol opens their eyes and are able to see what is in front of them, we have no hope.'
'What do we do?' asked Elrohir, though he knew full well what he himself was going to do.
Elladan's heart was pounding, but he kept his face impassive. 'We shall go to the horses. The patrol will take that as a sign that we want to leave, and will come to join us. Then we draw our weapons. Are we shooting to kill?'
Elrohir grimaced as they began walking casually towards their horses. 'If we were not outnumbered, then I would say no. But we will be shooting to kill on this occasion, because if we don't, they will. Do you understand me, Elladan? It is vital that you do.'
'What did you find out from Tassan?' thought the other Elf quietly.
'I found out that we are in great danger, and must leave here as soon as possible,' replied Elrohir. 'My soul is screaming at me to just jump on the horse and ride, but my heart is telling me to think properly. If we flee, they will just shoot, and we will be unable to fight. They will-
'What's going on?' asked Elladan sharply. 'Why are you speaking like that? Something's wrong, isn't it?"
As they reached their horses, Elrohir paused, and put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Elladan, I...I love you. And whatever happens now, I do not want you to blame yourself. I am doing this because I love you, and if you love me, you will let me do it."
These words were spoken out loud, but in such hushed tones, that they remained private. Elrohir smiled sadly at the confusion flashing through Elladan's stormy eyes, but forced himself to ignore it. He could not let himself be distracted, not now. The patrol came over at this point, and thankfully all had their weapons drawn, maybe by instinct.
"Come, we ride for Rivendell," said Elrohir quietly, jumping onto his horse's back. "Keep your arrows notched, and stay alert. We may be surrounded by dangers."
Every single member of the patrol tensed as they caught the underlying message of the words, but as they leapt upon their steeds, they remained impassive in their expressions, natural in their actions. Elladan however, was still standing, looking up at his brother. He had momentarily forgotten about Calaen's soldiers.
"What did you mean a moment ago?" he asked carefully.
"Come, it is time for us to leave," replied Elrohir, gesturing to the horse standing next to his own.
Elladan bit his lip hesitantly, before mounting the animal. His face was troubled, and he looked as though he was trying in vain to figure something out. Elrohir realised this, and swiftly grabbed his brother's reins, pulling the horse around.
"Stop thinking, and ride. Go!" he said forcefully. "You are only good at one of those things, so I would not bother with the other."
Elladan kicked his horse into motion, expecting Elrohir to follow him. It was not to be though, for the younger twin turned his own horse around, and sped off in the opposite direction, towards Calaen's soldiers. He could hear the cries of dismay from his patrol, but he blocked them out. All he wanted was to distract their opponents so that the others, especially his brother, could get away.
If only he, Elrohir, could convince them, then Elladan would be safe...
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Elfobsessions2931: Well, I know that the ratings for film in the UK and the US are different, but out here, you have to be 15 to see Troy. I'm so glad, cos I don't think I would be able to live without seeing it for ages! I feel bad for you though : (
Haldir's Heart and Soul: It may sound strange, but I want people to be confused by Calaen. He was loosely based, first of all, on someone that I know, but then more and more of this person crept into him. You know, it would be good if it was Calaen who was in Mirkwood, cos then maybe it would give Legolas a break!
Renee: Your brother's getting a car? Lucky him. I want a car. Yeah, I have a brother. He's called Simon, and he's twelve. So annoying, but I guess I love him really!
Amariel: Really? I haven't seen it yet, but people have given me mixed views on it. I'll probably wait til it comes out, and rent it then. It will save money!
Eternal Greenleaf: Hee hee! I like evil-ness!
Halimanya: Wow, that is so bad that you lost all of your work! Thankfully, I've never lost one of my stories. I lost the first chapter of this one, but nothing as bad as what you've lost. Poor you!
Legolas-gurl888: Hiya, I'm not dead! I sent you an e-mail yesterday, but I haven't been able to see if you've replied, cos I've been off school today with a horrible headache, and couldn't bear to look at the computer screen! But I'm ok now, so I'll go check.
Yay, I like the twins. They're really cool. Anyway, I don't have much to say except that the next chapter will be up on Thursday. Oh yeah, you don't need to know this, but I'm getting a puppy next Friday! Yay! Luv Misto x-x
Elrohir rolled his eyes in answer, and shifted restlessly on his horse's back, just next to Elladan. They had left Rivendell two days ago, and were now waiting in the trees behind Síriel, with one patrol. There were another two patrols a little deeper in the forest, awaiting news from Lord Elrond's sons.
"Alright, just act as though it is a routine check-up," said Elladan in a low voice, turning to face the Elven soldiers. "Let myself and Elrohir do the talking; just be-
"They know," said Elrohir, elbowing his brother.
"Alright, ready?" asked Elladan. "Come on." With that, he nudged his horse forwards, and Elrohir set off next to him.
'It will be fine, 'Dan. If you start to feel strange, just let me take over,' thought the younger twin.
'Thank you, but I'll be fine,' replied Elladan. 'In all honesty though, I am nervous, more than nervous in fact. I mean, what if we have arrived too late?'
'Stop!' thought Elrohir sharply. 'Besides, you would've seen something by now.'
Elladan nodded, though it was with very little conviction. He kicked his horse into a canter, and leapt over a fallen log. The thud of hooves behind, told him that the others were hot on his heels. They were close to the town, and it was not long before they entered it.
There were many women, immortal and mortal, washing clothes or cooking over fires. A mix of Elven and human children played with sticks, and the occasional man could be seen, smoking a pipe. There were small stone houses set in a large circle around the clearing, and in the middle, an elderly woman sat, telling a story to some youngsters, who promptly lost interest as the Elven warriors rode in.
"Lord Elladan, Lord Elrohir!" cried the old woman, making her way across to where the horses were gathered.
Elladan forced himself to smile as he jumped down to the ground. "Good day, Tassan. How many times must I remind you that there is no need to address my brother and I as Lords?"
"Every time you come here, I know," laughed Tassan. "Now, what can we do for you, if I may ask?"
"Of course you may, but that is a strange question," replied Elladan. "Two weeks have passed since we last visited you and your people, and unless my memory fails me, it is every other week that we journey here."
"I'm afraid that your memory must indeed be failing you," said Tassan, "for you were only here last week. Can you not recall that?"
Elladan stood quietly for a moment as though thinking, before shaking his head. "No, I'm sure it was the week before last. I think, Tassan, that your memory is failing."
"Maybe now would be the ideal time to tell you that she is right and you are wrong," whispered Elrohir, who was still atop his horse. "You stayed at home the last time we came here, remember?"
This was true, for the day that Elladan had had his first vision, was also the day that the twins were supposed to travel to Síriel with a patrol. Lord Elrond had ordered his son to stay at Rivendell though, in case he saw anything else. Now, Elladan whirled around to face Elrohir, a well practiced look of fury on his face.
"If you were here last week, then why in all of Arda have we journeyed here again?" he demanded.
"Any excuse to see the fair Tassan," laughed Elrohir, grinning wickedly as he leapt off his horse.
The old woman cackled in delight when she was embraced tightly, the smile causing the corners of her warm eyes to crease. Elladan watched in amusement, though his heart was pounding almost painfully. Everything had gone well so far, but then, they had only just started.
"Now that you're here, would you and your soldiers like to stay and have a bite to eat?" asked Tassan.
"How could we pass up a chance to sample some of your cooking?" replied Elrohir. "Lead the way."
"You know, I am even beginning to consider leaving Rivendell, and making a home here, just so that your food will always be on hand," put in Elladan, walking alongside his brother and the old woman.
"Honestly, flattery will get you nowhere," said Tassan, though the gleam in her eyes proved otherwise.
Elladan stopped suddenly, and put a hand on Elrohir's shoulder. The younger twin opened his mouth to question the action, but drew in a sharp breath as he realised the reason behind it: a young child was sitting on the ground, playing with a green scarf.
"I'll join you in a minute," said Elladan to Tassan. He then glanced at Elrohir, and thought, 'That child, see what he has. Doesn't that scarf belong to one of the Halflings?'
'Yes, Pippin, I think. But if you go and talk to him, be subtle,' warned Elrohir.
'The same applies to you. Tassan may know more than she lets on,' replied Elladan.
Elrohir smiled, and continued to walk with the old woman, into one of the small houses. She had caught the silent exchange between the twins, but said nothing. Elladan meanwhile, went casually over to where the child sat, and knelt down beside him.
"Good morning, young one," he said, smiling gently. "What is this that you have?"
The child looked up, and drew the scarf possessively closer to his closer. "It's mine, I found it last week. Do you have one?"
"Actually, I don't," replied Elladan. "Do you mind if I look at yours?"
Biting his lip, the child slowly reached out and handed the item of clothing across. "Which one are you? I get confused with twins, and sometimes I can't tell who I'm talking to. By the way, my name is Tain."
"Hmm. Where did you get this?" asked Elladan.
"I asked you the first question," snapped Tain. "Why do Elves always think they are better than humans? They're not, you know. So, which twin are you?"
Elladan snapped his head up, surprised at the harsh tone of the child. "Sorry, I meant no offence. My name is Elladan, and I'm pleased to meet you, Tain. Why do you not like Elves? You live among some."
"Yes, but only lady Elves," replied Tain. "They are nice, and they look after me and my friends. But I don't like the male Elves who live around here, because all they care about is hurting people. My mother said that they used to be friendly, but then they just...changed."
"Go on," said Elladan gently, no longer interested in the scarf. "Why did they change?"
"I don't know, I wasn't born," said Tain. "Mother told me that they had a new ruler, and he turned them all nasty. I saw them a while back, because I was in the woods, and I found a tunnel that goes underground. It's normally blocked by big rocks that only men can move, but the Elves were taking them away. The leader saw me watching."
"What did he do?" asked Elladan.
"Nothing. He only told some of the Elves to bring me back here," replied Tain. "He did say though, that the woods are not safe, especially for children."
Elladan smiled briefly. "Hmm. What did he look like?"
"An Elf. He had long black hair, pointy ears and Elf clothes," said Tain. "His eyes were green, and they twinkled. But they were not friendly."
"He doesn't sound like a very nice person. Can you remember where this tunnel was?"
"Yes, it..." Tain broke off suddenly, and eyed Elladan suspiciously. "Why are you asking me all these questions? This isn't just a normal check for Orcs, is it? You usually just scout around. I'm not telling you anything, Elf."
"Alright!" said Elladan, slightly startled. "You can have your scarf back if you answer just two more questions. The one who owned this before; did you see who he was? And did he have any companions?"
Tain sighed in exasperation, prepared to answer only so he could have his scarf back. "I thought it was a child at first, but he cried out sometimes, and his voice wasn't like mine or anyone else my age. He had around seven companions, maybe eight, and they were all struggling, and trying to get away from the soldiers who held them."
"That's interesting," said Elladan slowly. "Tell me, were any of them inured?"
"Scarf," said Tain shortly.
Elladan forced himself to smile as he handed the item of clothing back, but was really getting quite irritated with the child. "There, you have it now. Will you please just tell me if any of them were hurt? That is all I wish to know, and then I shall leave you in peace."
"There was an Elf with yellow hair, and he had blood on his head," replied Tain.
"Thank you. Anyone else?" prompted Elladan.
Tain merely held the scarf tighter, and glared furiously. Elladan held his hands up in mock defeat, and stood up. As he made to leave, a small voice, dripping in chilling malice, made him pull up sharply.
"You're the one who sees," said Tain quietly. "Not for much longer though."
Elladan spun around and stared down at the child, but all he got back was an insolent look. Shaking himself, he turned on his heel and made his way over to Tassan's small house, unable to rid himself of what had just been said to him, by someone so young.
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Elrohir's eyes widened in shock, and his face paled in shock. Tassan clicked her tongue sympathetically, but said nothing, for she did not wish to intrude on the Elf's moment of thought.
"I must go," said Elrohir suddenly, grabbing his cloak and flinging it across his shoulders. "You have been more than helpful, and I only ask that you try and bring as many people as possible to Rivendell, if you come. And if...if anything should happen, do not blame yourself."
With that, Elrohir turned and flew across to the door. He wrenched it open and sprinted out, but ran straight into his brother, who was travelling at a much more stately pace. Elladan would probably have been knocked to the ground by the force of the body being slammed into him, if he had not been grabbed by the wrist and pulled around.
"We need to leave," hissed Elrohir, not letting go of Elladan as they ran.
"But I need to tell you something," whispered the other Elf.
Elrohir shook his head, just about to say that his information was of much more importance, when they were both halted by Tain, the child who Elladan had spoken to, stepping in front of them, arms folded across his chest.
"They know you're here, and they are going to come after you" he said quietly, maliciously.
"What do you mean?" snapped Elrohir.
A grin spread slowly across Tain's face. "I told them that you were here, but I've forgotten which of you is which twin, and they don't know either. But they won't really mind about killing you both."
Elrohir stared down at the child for a moment, before flicking his eyes across to the woods. He drew in a sharp breath as his gaze travelled around the clearing, taking in the Elven warriors standing in the trees. Their own patrol were oblivious though, for they were all busy questioning some of the townspeople.
'Pretend you haven't noticed anything,' thought Elladan desperately. 'We cannot draw our weapons until we are with the others. Look, Calaen's lot have arrows already notched. Until our patrol opens their eyes and are able to see what is in front of them, we have no hope.'
'What do we do?' asked Elrohir, though he knew full well what he himself was going to do.
Elladan's heart was pounding, but he kept his face impassive. 'We shall go to the horses. The patrol will take that as a sign that we want to leave, and will come to join us. Then we draw our weapons. Are we shooting to kill?'
Elrohir grimaced as they began walking casually towards their horses. 'If we were not outnumbered, then I would say no. But we will be shooting to kill on this occasion, because if we don't, they will. Do you understand me, Elladan? It is vital that you do.'
'What did you find out from Tassan?' thought the other Elf quietly.
'I found out that we are in great danger, and must leave here as soon as possible,' replied Elrohir. 'My soul is screaming at me to just jump on the horse and ride, but my heart is telling me to think properly. If we flee, they will just shoot, and we will be unable to fight. They will-
'What's going on?' asked Elladan sharply. 'Why are you speaking like that? Something's wrong, isn't it?"
As they reached their horses, Elrohir paused, and put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Elladan, I...I love you. And whatever happens now, I do not want you to blame yourself. I am doing this because I love you, and if you love me, you will let me do it."
These words were spoken out loud, but in such hushed tones, that they remained private. Elrohir smiled sadly at the confusion flashing through Elladan's stormy eyes, but forced himself to ignore it. He could not let himself be distracted, not now. The patrol came over at this point, and thankfully all had their weapons drawn, maybe by instinct.
"Come, we ride for Rivendell," said Elrohir quietly, jumping onto his horse's back. "Keep your arrows notched, and stay alert. We may be surrounded by dangers."
Every single member of the patrol tensed as they caught the underlying message of the words, but as they leapt upon their steeds, they remained impassive in their expressions, natural in their actions. Elladan however, was still standing, looking up at his brother. He had momentarily forgotten about Calaen's soldiers.
"What did you mean a moment ago?" he asked carefully.
"Come, it is time for us to leave," replied Elrohir, gesturing to the horse standing next to his own.
Elladan bit his lip hesitantly, before mounting the animal. His face was troubled, and he looked as though he was trying in vain to figure something out. Elrohir realised this, and swiftly grabbed his brother's reins, pulling the horse around.
"Stop thinking, and ride. Go!" he said forcefully. "You are only good at one of those things, so I would not bother with the other."
Elladan kicked his horse into motion, expecting Elrohir to follow him. It was not to be though, for the younger twin turned his own horse around, and sped off in the opposite direction, towards Calaen's soldiers. He could hear the cries of dismay from his patrol, but he blocked them out. All he wanted was to distract their opponents so that the others, especially his brother, could get away.
If only he, Elrohir, could convince them, then Elladan would be safe...
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Elfobsessions2931: Well, I know that the ratings for film in the UK and the US are different, but out here, you have to be 15 to see Troy. I'm so glad, cos I don't think I would be able to live without seeing it for ages! I feel bad for you though : (
Haldir's Heart and Soul: It may sound strange, but I want people to be confused by Calaen. He was loosely based, first of all, on someone that I know, but then more and more of this person crept into him. You know, it would be good if it was Calaen who was in Mirkwood, cos then maybe it would give Legolas a break!
Renee: Your brother's getting a car? Lucky him. I want a car. Yeah, I have a brother. He's called Simon, and he's twelve. So annoying, but I guess I love him really!
Amariel: Really? I haven't seen it yet, but people have given me mixed views on it. I'll probably wait til it comes out, and rent it then. It will save money!
Eternal Greenleaf: Hee hee! I like evil-ness!
Halimanya: Wow, that is so bad that you lost all of your work! Thankfully, I've never lost one of my stories. I lost the first chapter of this one, but nothing as bad as what you've lost. Poor you!
Legolas-gurl888: Hiya, I'm not dead! I sent you an e-mail yesterday, but I haven't been able to see if you've replied, cos I've been off school today with a horrible headache, and couldn't bear to look at the computer screen! But I'm ok now, so I'll go check.
Yay, I like the twins. They're really cool. Anyway, I don't have much to say except that the next chapter will be up on Thursday. Oh yeah, you don't need to know this, but I'm getting a puppy next Friday! Yay! Luv Misto x-x