Disclaimer: Hmmm. Still Tolkien's? No...wait...yes. Still Tolkien's. What did
you think?
Author's Note: A chapter, fresh from my brain. I hope the times are understandable. When it goes from Afternoon to Early Morning, you guys understand that it's a new day, right? Heh. Thanks so much for all the positive reviews! Really, six reviews right now. That makes my day.
Laureline-I don't know about Fungus, but yes the name Elfwine does grow on you and of course he's cute! His dad's Eomer(*drool*) and his mom's Lothiriel(who happens to be Faramir's cousin and therefore of Numenwhatitsname blood. Pretty folk.)
Lady Laswen-I sneak out of bed to use the computer all the time. I guess you, me, and Elfwine have things in common, eh?
Alexis Ravenlockes-Yeah, I love Elfwine's personality too. That's why I created it! He gets on with his name, as you've noticed. It's something he's got to get used to. I figure Elfwine's thinks it would be dishonorable to his parents to change it.
Daw The Minstrel-Well, that's what I aimed for, so I guess everything worked out well.
Aliana Archer and Little Crazy1-Thanks!
Chapter 2
July 22, Mid-Day, Stables
It's raining. Gah. After yesterday's events, there was no way I was letting myself get trapped inside with everyone. If I hear "Elfy" one more time...... So, I'm out in the stables. My horse, Firefoot doesn't like it that I'm here and not feeding him. Greedy beast.
Our stableboy is supposed to feed the horses, but he's constantly filching off his duties. He's allergic to horses, you see. That's sort of strange. How can that boy even live in Rohan? We don't have a horse on our flags for nothing.
I like our stables. They smell like(clean) horses. Not like the weird stables in Gondor. No offense to King Elessar and Queen Arwen, but the stables in Minas Tirith smell like flowers and half their horses are skinny little elvish beasts. Selfish, headstrong, and very stubborn. Not at all like the wonderful breeds we've got here in Edoras. I'm not a picky person, but I just don't want my horse to smell like flowers when I'm riding.
Bored out of my skull. I don't even think what I just wrote is even interesting.
.....I hear......footsteps....light little....pitter pattering footsteps.
Oh Good Lord! It's the tart! Erm....hide somewhere.....
Hiding behind Flavius, one of the oldest stallions in the stables. I don't even know why Father keeps the brute. I suppose he must have been quite useful in his prime so Father's just paying the horse back.
.........the tart is touching MY HORSE. She.....she can't do that. Quick, Firefoot! Bite her! Kick her! No! Nuzzling is bad! Curse you, Firefoot, you big traitor! The tart is not your friend. Why do you think I call her 'The Tart'?
Oh, this is a disaster. Firefoot's having a grand time nuzzling the enemy. Oh, he will pay. No apples for two weeks! No...three weeks!
Argh, this is so irritating.
Later Afternoon, Dining Hall
Waited for a few hours while the tart took her sweet time talking to MY HORSE. And Firefoot just stood there and listened. Not a single bite or any sort of negative reaction. We have to go over our "enemy" list again.
After leaving the stables, got spotted by a group of harpies (also known as town girls hovering) around my home for some odd reason. Giggling and waving resulted. I wish they would stop doing that. Irritation beyond belief. I noticed the harpies around when I turned thirteen. When I complained about this to Mother, she smiled, ruffled my hair (messing up my ponytail. Blast her!) and told me that I was a handsome young man and asked Father to have a talk with me.
I still don't understand why Mother couldn't explain things to me. It was awkward and uncomfortable with Father and I still don't understand why he had to use that foolish "Birds and the Bees" analogy.
July 23, Late Morning, Bedchambers
Today is my birthday. Father's still at war. He did this to me last year and the year before.
Blast it.
Mother decided to clean me and dress me up (Not literally. I dress and wash myself.) like some sort of doll. I thought my skin was going to come off with all the scrubbing she was making me do. Every time I asked her if I looked clean enough, she would shake her head. It's my birthday for Valar's sake. I should think I should be allowed to do what I want.
Mother dressed me up in a new tunic and leggings. All shiny and clean- like. My hair's still pulled back in a ponytail. I like it that way.
It's very strange for me to look in the mirror. It's like seeing a younger form of my father staring back at me. Same sun-browned skin, same golden hair, same brown eyes. Of course, I've got my mother's sharper features, but if I didn't know better, I'd say I was my father.
I miss him.
Sunset, Kitchens
Note to self: When Aunt Eowyn says that she will cook for you, politely decline and say you have already eaten.
Ergh. I'm never eating that woman's cooking again. She made me a "special" birthday lunch. Oh, it looks good, but trust me, orcs would spit that food out.
Of course, the tart and Elboron love it. Maybe that's why they're so damnably evil sometimes. Does food influence your intentions in life?
Well, for one thing, my INTENTION now is to never eat Aunt's food again. Never, ever.
Got some nice gifts. Aunt Eowyn gave me a tunic with a horse sewn into the front. Elboron gave me a carving of a horse and the tart gave me a drawing of a horse.
Needless to say, I got a lot of horse related objects as gifts.
Mother gave me the best gift of all. A letter and a package from Father. The package contained the most amazing dagger I've ever seen. It had jewels imbedded into the hilt. Amazing, amazing, amazing. The letter was pretty much what Father sent me last year. Apology for missing my birthday. Hope all is well. Take care of Mother. Harad is losing the war. Harad's a land full of bloody fools. "Ooh, look at me! Look at me! I still worship Sauron even though he was defeated eighteen years ago! Wooo!"
By the way, I'm seventeen. Isn't that interesting? One more year 'til fiiiiighting.
Late at Night, Bedchambers
Just put Tart's fingers in a goblet of warm water. She wet the bed. Ha ha! Take that you little twit. Call me "Elfy", will you?
I was wise enough to take away the goblet after the tart relieved herself. Now there is no evidence against me. Well, except my written confession above, but one doesn't just go around reading people's journals. It's rude.
July 24, Mid-day, Stables
Blast it.
July 25, Mid-Day, Stables)
Blast it again.
August 2, Sunset, Bedchambers
The reason for my lack of writings for a few days was caused by the fact that I was caught in the act of returning to my bedchambers with a goblet of warm water.
By that same servant who caught me in the kitchens! What is he always doing skulking around? Perhaps my mother has assigned him the duty of spying on me?
.....or maybe...HE is the real one sneaking out to see maidens. Or my mother's chambermaid. Oh, I'm going to get nightmares for that....
The servant roused my mother who was less than thrilled at what I had done to 'Poor Morwen'. The tart woke up about three seconds after my mother finished scolding me. My cousin was shrieking, screaming, crying, and making all sorts of noises not appropriate for a young lady of her position in the kingdom of Gondor.
Ha. Wait 'til I tell Uncle Faramir.
My Mother assigned me the duty of cleaning out the stables and generally being a slave to the serving staff until today. Which is why I'm writing finally. Mother is sending a letter to Father, informing him of my behavior.
Infinity Blast it!
August 5, Three hours before sunrise, Bedchambers
Agh. I cannot sleep. I'm trying and trying and trying. Not working. I tried counting mares, relaxing myself, and even trying to force myself to sleep.
Nothing is working.
How irritating. I keep worrying that Father will be disturbed by Mother's letter and become distracted and thus injured. Of course, my entire family has always said I am quite paranoid when it comes to Father's possible gruesome death.
Sunrise, Bedchambers
Ugh. Obviously, a night of tossing and turning does not help one's health. Feeling a bit sick.....
Hmmm. Well, I just lost last night's dinner. All over my blankets. I've caused enough trouble. I should probably get rid of these blankets.
....and out the window they go. Falling, falling, falling.....landing....mess side first.....on Aunt Eowyn. What's she doing outside this early?
Oh never mind. I probably should run now because Aunt is screaming my name and not in a good, "I worship you, Elfwine!" scream. More like a "You will soon be dead, mere mortal! Fear my wrath!" scream.
Afternoon, large tree
I've been hiding is this stupid tree all day. Aunt Eowyn is convinced that I dropped my blankets on her on purpose.
Oh, please. I'm not that low. Plus, Aunt could snap my arm like a twig, but that doesn't influence my motives in any way, shape, or form.
Nope.
Feeling sort of dizzy. I never liked heights that much. The little trees in the garden are fine. This one's HUGE. Hm. Maybe I should have hid under Mother's bed. She would have never looked there.
Of course, her cat would have eaten me. Stupid animal.
Sunset, Large Tree(still)
I should get a dog.
Night, Large Tree(I think I'm stuck.)
Well, my luck has finally run out. I am stuck in this stupid, moronic, IDIOTIC, IRRITATING tree.
I have a feeling I'm going to get eaten by a bear. I blame my family.
Late Night, Large Tree(Heeeeelp me.)
Are there bears in Rohan?
August 6, Mid-Day, Bedchambers
Around sunrise, Master Legolas, who happened to be visiting Rohan (He and his dwarf friend always show up without warning. They're a bit creepy.) noted that I was missing and somehow found me. Don't ask me how. Quite frankly, I'm not sure I even want to know.
Anyway, much to my humiliation Master Legolas rescued me from the tree, patted me on the head, and told me not to do it again. "There's a good lad, Elfwine. Now you run along home to your Mother. She's quite worried." Must.....gouge....out ears....
Aunt Eowyn, the tart, and Elboron left. Let's just say I was not heartbroken to see them leave.
However, Master Gimli and Master Legolas have decided to grace Rohan with their presence for a while.
Valar help me.
TBC....
Author's Note: There's the new chapter. Yup. Yes sureee bob. I was worried it wouldn't be as good as the first chapter, but I think it turned out alright.
Author's Note: A chapter, fresh from my brain. I hope the times are understandable. When it goes from Afternoon to Early Morning, you guys understand that it's a new day, right? Heh. Thanks so much for all the positive reviews! Really, six reviews right now. That makes my day.
Laureline-I don't know about Fungus, but yes the name Elfwine does grow on you and of course he's cute! His dad's Eomer(*drool*) and his mom's Lothiriel(who happens to be Faramir's cousin and therefore of Numenwhatitsname blood. Pretty folk.)
Lady Laswen-I sneak out of bed to use the computer all the time. I guess you, me, and Elfwine have things in common, eh?
Alexis Ravenlockes-Yeah, I love Elfwine's personality too. That's why I created it! He gets on with his name, as you've noticed. It's something he's got to get used to. I figure Elfwine's thinks it would be dishonorable to his parents to change it.
Daw The Minstrel-Well, that's what I aimed for, so I guess everything worked out well.
Aliana Archer and Little Crazy1-Thanks!
Chapter 2
July 22, Mid-Day, Stables
It's raining. Gah. After yesterday's events, there was no way I was letting myself get trapped inside with everyone. If I hear "Elfy" one more time...... So, I'm out in the stables. My horse, Firefoot doesn't like it that I'm here and not feeding him. Greedy beast.
Our stableboy is supposed to feed the horses, but he's constantly filching off his duties. He's allergic to horses, you see. That's sort of strange. How can that boy even live in Rohan? We don't have a horse on our flags for nothing.
I like our stables. They smell like(clean) horses. Not like the weird stables in Gondor. No offense to King Elessar and Queen Arwen, but the stables in Minas Tirith smell like flowers and half their horses are skinny little elvish beasts. Selfish, headstrong, and very stubborn. Not at all like the wonderful breeds we've got here in Edoras. I'm not a picky person, but I just don't want my horse to smell like flowers when I'm riding.
Bored out of my skull. I don't even think what I just wrote is even interesting.
.....I hear......footsteps....light little....pitter pattering footsteps.
Oh Good Lord! It's the tart! Erm....hide somewhere.....
Hiding behind Flavius, one of the oldest stallions in the stables. I don't even know why Father keeps the brute. I suppose he must have been quite useful in his prime so Father's just paying the horse back.
.........the tart is touching MY HORSE. She.....she can't do that. Quick, Firefoot! Bite her! Kick her! No! Nuzzling is bad! Curse you, Firefoot, you big traitor! The tart is not your friend. Why do you think I call her 'The Tart'?
Oh, this is a disaster. Firefoot's having a grand time nuzzling the enemy. Oh, he will pay. No apples for two weeks! No...three weeks!
Argh, this is so irritating.
Later Afternoon, Dining Hall
Waited for a few hours while the tart took her sweet time talking to MY HORSE. And Firefoot just stood there and listened. Not a single bite or any sort of negative reaction. We have to go over our "enemy" list again.
After leaving the stables, got spotted by a group of harpies (also known as town girls hovering) around my home for some odd reason. Giggling and waving resulted. I wish they would stop doing that. Irritation beyond belief. I noticed the harpies around when I turned thirteen. When I complained about this to Mother, she smiled, ruffled my hair (messing up my ponytail. Blast her!) and told me that I was a handsome young man and asked Father to have a talk with me.
I still don't understand why Mother couldn't explain things to me. It was awkward and uncomfortable with Father and I still don't understand why he had to use that foolish "Birds and the Bees" analogy.
July 23, Late Morning, Bedchambers
Today is my birthday. Father's still at war. He did this to me last year and the year before.
Blast it.
Mother decided to clean me and dress me up (Not literally. I dress and wash myself.) like some sort of doll. I thought my skin was going to come off with all the scrubbing she was making me do. Every time I asked her if I looked clean enough, she would shake her head. It's my birthday for Valar's sake. I should think I should be allowed to do what I want.
Mother dressed me up in a new tunic and leggings. All shiny and clean- like. My hair's still pulled back in a ponytail. I like it that way.
It's very strange for me to look in the mirror. It's like seeing a younger form of my father staring back at me. Same sun-browned skin, same golden hair, same brown eyes. Of course, I've got my mother's sharper features, but if I didn't know better, I'd say I was my father.
I miss him.
Sunset, Kitchens
Note to self: When Aunt Eowyn says that she will cook for you, politely decline and say you have already eaten.
Ergh. I'm never eating that woman's cooking again. She made me a "special" birthday lunch. Oh, it looks good, but trust me, orcs would spit that food out.
Of course, the tart and Elboron love it. Maybe that's why they're so damnably evil sometimes. Does food influence your intentions in life?
Well, for one thing, my INTENTION now is to never eat Aunt's food again. Never, ever.
Got some nice gifts. Aunt Eowyn gave me a tunic with a horse sewn into the front. Elboron gave me a carving of a horse and the tart gave me a drawing of a horse.
Needless to say, I got a lot of horse related objects as gifts.
Mother gave me the best gift of all. A letter and a package from Father. The package contained the most amazing dagger I've ever seen. It had jewels imbedded into the hilt. Amazing, amazing, amazing. The letter was pretty much what Father sent me last year. Apology for missing my birthday. Hope all is well. Take care of Mother. Harad is losing the war. Harad's a land full of bloody fools. "Ooh, look at me! Look at me! I still worship Sauron even though he was defeated eighteen years ago! Wooo!"
By the way, I'm seventeen. Isn't that interesting? One more year 'til fiiiiighting.
Late at Night, Bedchambers
Just put Tart's fingers in a goblet of warm water. She wet the bed. Ha ha! Take that you little twit. Call me "Elfy", will you?
I was wise enough to take away the goblet after the tart relieved herself. Now there is no evidence against me. Well, except my written confession above, but one doesn't just go around reading people's journals. It's rude.
July 24, Mid-day, Stables
Blast it.
July 25, Mid-Day, Stables)
Blast it again.
August 2, Sunset, Bedchambers
The reason for my lack of writings for a few days was caused by the fact that I was caught in the act of returning to my bedchambers with a goblet of warm water.
By that same servant who caught me in the kitchens! What is he always doing skulking around? Perhaps my mother has assigned him the duty of spying on me?
.....or maybe...HE is the real one sneaking out to see maidens. Or my mother's chambermaid. Oh, I'm going to get nightmares for that....
The servant roused my mother who was less than thrilled at what I had done to 'Poor Morwen'. The tart woke up about three seconds after my mother finished scolding me. My cousin was shrieking, screaming, crying, and making all sorts of noises not appropriate for a young lady of her position in the kingdom of Gondor.
Ha. Wait 'til I tell Uncle Faramir.
My Mother assigned me the duty of cleaning out the stables and generally being a slave to the serving staff until today. Which is why I'm writing finally. Mother is sending a letter to Father, informing him of my behavior.
Infinity Blast it!
August 5, Three hours before sunrise, Bedchambers
Agh. I cannot sleep. I'm trying and trying and trying. Not working. I tried counting mares, relaxing myself, and even trying to force myself to sleep.
Nothing is working.
How irritating. I keep worrying that Father will be disturbed by Mother's letter and become distracted and thus injured. Of course, my entire family has always said I am quite paranoid when it comes to Father's possible gruesome death.
Sunrise, Bedchambers
Ugh. Obviously, a night of tossing and turning does not help one's health. Feeling a bit sick.....
Hmmm. Well, I just lost last night's dinner. All over my blankets. I've caused enough trouble. I should probably get rid of these blankets.
....and out the window they go. Falling, falling, falling.....landing....mess side first.....on Aunt Eowyn. What's she doing outside this early?
Oh never mind. I probably should run now because Aunt is screaming my name and not in a good, "I worship you, Elfwine!" scream. More like a "You will soon be dead, mere mortal! Fear my wrath!" scream.
Afternoon, large tree
I've been hiding is this stupid tree all day. Aunt Eowyn is convinced that I dropped my blankets on her on purpose.
Oh, please. I'm not that low. Plus, Aunt could snap my arm like a twig, but that doesn't influence my motives in any way, shape, or form.
Nope.
Feeling sort of dizzy. I never liked heights that much. The little trees in the garden are fine. This one's HUGE. Hm. Maybe I should have hid under Mother's bed. She would have never looked there.
Of course, her cat would have eaten me. Stupid animal.
Sunset, Large Tree(still)
I should get a dog.
Night, Large Tree(I think I'm stuck.)
Well, my luck has finally run out. I am stuck in this stupid, moronic, IDIOTIC, IRRITATING tree.
I have a feeling I'm going to get eaten by a bear. I blame my family.
Late Night, Large Tree(Heeeeelp me.)
Are there bears in Rohan?
August 6, Mid-Day, Bedchambers
Around sunrise, Master Legolas, who happened to be visiting Rohan (He and his dwarf friend always show up without warning. They're a bit creepy.) noted that I was missing and somehow found me. Don't ask me how. Quite frankly, I'm not sure I even want to know.
Anyway, much to my humiliation Master Legolas rescued me from the tree, patted me on the head, and told me not to do it again. "There's a good lad, Elfwine. Now you run along home to your Mother. She's quite worried." Must.....gouge....out ears....
Aunt Eowyn, the tart, and Elboron left. Let's just say I was not heartbroken to see them leave.
However, Master Gimli and Master Legolas have decided to grace Rohan with their presence for a while.
Valar help me.
TBC....
Author's Note: There's the new chapter. Yup. Yes sureee bob. I was worried it wouldn't be as good as the first chapter, but I think it turned out alright.