{Author's Note: I forgot on last chapter for disclaimers, so I'm putting
them here. I do not own Lord of the Rings, though I have added to that
universe. I do not own Faramir, Éowyn, Legolas, or Aragorn. I do not own
the names for Elboron, Eldarion (who will come later), or Elfwine, but I
have created they're personalities. I do own Shango, Nandelle, Haleth,
Mithy, Maiwë, Juniper, and Acantha (these two also will come with time). I
warn you that Greek mythology has inspired me to some extent, so be
slightly warned. It won't come up yet, but it will later on. I am not
making any money off of this, so DON'T SUE!!!!
Now, real business. Ok, those who have reviewed I thank them. Yes, I have noticed a lot of blonde, burly Elboron's in fanfiction. This is one of the reasons I wrote the this story. But he does have some of his mother's blood in him, as you will soon see. His eyes are Rohirric blue, for one. But he is the "nerd" in this story, a complete romanticist as well, he-he. Half of this story is about him coming to terms with his life and what path he is to follow. Again, I love this character dearly, truly, and I truly hope you enjoy. By the way, there is some slight sexual references in this chapter. Please, don't be offended.
-Angainawen}
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Nandelle walked sadly up the wooded path that led to her brother's house. In this sorrowed moment, she remembered why he was out here, all alone. For three years he stayed away from his home, his family. He built the cabin himself, and designed it pretty well. But Elboron was always one who could draw what he wished and make it perfect. He was a true artist, envisioning what he wanted and capturing it flawlessly. But these traits were just hobbies of his, having no real use, until one night.
It was right after his sister's funeral, where they all watched the pyre burn and said goodbye to Haleth, she was only 19. Nandelle had always looked up to her sister, and knew her brother admired the middle child completely too. Her death was sudden, during a journey out in the woods. Elboron was only a year older than her, so he couldn't take that she was gone. In the study, out of nowhere, Elboron lashed out at all of them, saying that if it wasn't for how they treated her, she wouldn't have killed herself.
"Why do you say that?" their father had calmly asked, knowing this all was from grief. She remembered how weary and old he had looked, and remembered that the sorrows of that day still shown on his face, his hair graying more and his face looking more worried everyday.
"Because all of us made her life unbearable!" Tears had filled everyone's eyes, though his threatened to fall. He pointed at their mother accusingly. "If you hadn't pushed her constantly to be a ranger, or the warrior I wasn't, she wouldn't have been there in the first place! You put so much pressure on her, molding her into the perfect daughter, the perfect you! Well she wasn't you! She was different! You hear me!
"And you," he darted to Nandelle, who was 11 at the time. "You always had to be in the way, never giving her a moments peace! Always wanting to join her, or tattling on her constantly! Nandelle! Couldn't you have been kind! Considerate on how she felt about her pressures, cleaning up the room you shared instead of making her do it all! No! You had to be the selfish brat you always were! You pathetic, attention-seeking, frivolous--- --"
"Elboron!" their father's voice barked, his sea-grey eyes raging. "Of all the ones to accuse, you pick your youngest sister, who had nothing to do with it! Very noble of you, son!"
"Oh you are not the one to talk, father," Elboron raved. "You had as much, maybe even more, blame than all of us! It was you, wasn't it, that constantly questioned her actions, always reprimanding her ability to fight, arguing with her over what was right and wrong! You turned into the father you hated, didn't you? Loving the eldest and forgetting the younger!"
Faramir stood up and his wife put a hand on his shoulder. Elboron had touched a very deep wound, and he knew it. The two stared at each other, eyes slightly narrowed. Finally, the lord of Ithilien spoke: "Elboron, are you part of this family?"
"That's depends." the younger gritted.
"Depends? Well my son, it seems you don't realize what you still have. Maybe we should take that away from you now as well. Then maybe you might appreciate us better."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm kicking you out," the father said calmly, though there was the slightest tension in the way he tilted his head. Nandelle vividly recalled how white her brother looked, yet he nodded and accepted his punishment. He was allowed to stop by the manor any time he wished or spend spells with his family, but he wasn't allowed to sleep there or eat. He'd have to make it on his own, till he realized what his family did for him.
Nandelle sighed again and knocked on her brother's small cabin door. She wished with all her heart that he would see how they needed him, how she needed him. There was no reply and she began to doubt whether he was home. Oh, 'Bron! Where are you, she thought.
"Over here," he came out silently from a clump of trees carrying a snared rabbit. "You needed me, Nandelle?"
The maiden nodded, "I need to talk to you. I trust you and your hut's quiet."
The young man agreed and unlocked the door for them. A perfect gentleman, he let her go in first. He closed the door behind him, put down the hare, and plopped onto his small bed. "What's wrong, Sis?"
Nandelle looked off, her expression grey like the winter sky, "I don't want to be wed yet, Elboron."
The young man looked at the ground, he had heard these thoughts before. "Then don't marry. Fourteen is young for marriage."
"Yet if I do, then the favors and courting will stop. Oh Elboron! You aren't prized like I am! You aren't the daughter of a Shieldmaiden and a Prince! They all want Father's wealth and respect, that's all. And maybe my beauty. No wonder Haleth couldn't take it!"
"You know very well that wasn't the reason she did it, Nandelle. Don't act like it is." Elboron's mood completely darkened and he tensed, his voice deepening.
"I'm sorry, Toron. I didn't mean that. But still, what am I to do?"
"Tell them you aren't interested."
"What if that doesn't work?"
"Tell me who they are and I'll look into their tax records."
Nandelle laughed, "Ok, though I wouldn't trust you upset with another's tax records. You might devise some way to 'edit' them."
Elboron smiled, "You have a point there, Selli." He looked out his cabin window, his thoughts on Haleth. Selli was always what he called her when they were young. Why did he call Nandelle that? Nandelle was always Runt, she was the youngest. How could he dishonor Haleth that way?
Seeing his grave distress, Nandelle got up and sighed loudly, "Well, I have to help Mother for tonight. You are coming right? It is the Winter Solstice and we'd love to have you there."
The young man sighed in his turn and frowned slightly. He wasn't one for parties or celebrations; they had no purpose to him. What was the point if no matter what you were alone? No one wanted to converse with him except his family, and lately he didn't wish to see them either. Parties only reminded him of what he had lost and those who could not be there.
"Fine, Nandelle," he said. "I'll go tonight."
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Mithy cried in her room for an hour or so, telling Shango to "go away and let her die." So when it was time for her fiancé to meet with her, he sought her out. Mithy's tears immediately stopped when Maiwë entered her room. "Mithy, love?" His grey eyes were earnest and his voice soft and kind.
Mithfeniel looked up at the elf she was to marry and weakly smiled. He was around 2,000 years and looked in his twenties with light blonde hair that reached to his chest like any elf. Mithy had known him all her life and thought him a true friend yet she didn't love him. He was too old for her, 1,500 years spanned between them, and he didn't understand. But then again no one did.
"Yes, Maiwë?"
"Weren't we going to have lunch together?" He sat upon her soft bed and laid a hand on her shoulder. "I missed your company this morning."
"I did too," Mithy lied. She couldn't break his heart, and he was nice to her.
The lad sighed and looked off, "I'm sorry, dearest."
"For what?"
"I can't go to the party tonight, love. I have to take over for Elladan on his watch. He went with your father to Minas Tirith."
The maiden saddened. She had wanted to go see the lights and splendor of the White Lady's manor. Plus it was a chance for her to escape the pressures of her home. She was more at home with mortals, her mother's kin. "Oh."
"You can go without me. I know how much you wanted to go."
Mithy's heart lifted slightly, though she said seriously, "But you won't be there."
"Mithy, you should go. I'll be fine here."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
The maiden smiled for once and lightly kissed his cheek, "Thank you, Maiwë. You are so kind."
"Your welcome, love," Again warmth held itself in his face and they both went off, hand-in-hand, to lunch.
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At dusk the whole city of Emyn Arnen was celebrating the winter solstice. Couples were dancing, children were playing tag before they were sent to their beds, groups talking, nothing unusual. But there was one person who was alone. Sitting in a corner, sketching, sat Elboron. He didn't want to be there, who needs social activity? Out of nowhere Elfwine pulled up a chair.
"Why aren't you dancing like everyone else?" said Elfwine.
"Why do you care?" retorted Elboron.
"I'm just curious why someone like you isn't enjoying himself tonight."
"Curiosity killed the Took, as we say." He tucked away his sketch pad. "What do you want?"
"Nothing, just someone to talk to."
"And you want the company of the same person who crashed your horse at age 5?"
"For once, yes. So, why are you bored, cousin? There's a number of fine women around."
"Most of those women know me as Bookworm, and they don't like him."
"Even those two?" He pointed to Mithy and Shango, who were engrossed in conversation. "They've been shooting glances at you for the past ten minutes. They seem interested."
"So you're saying that I should talk to them. What if I like being alone?"
"If you don't make a move, they'll think you're gay."
"What's wrong with that?"
"I'll ignore what you just said, if you go and ask one of them to dance. I'll ask the other out with you, if you're so nervous about it!"
"Nervous? You think I'm scared to talk to girls?" He stood up. "Come on! Which one do you want? The blonde?"
"Sure, they're both hot so it doesn't matter."
"Good."
The two walked over to the girls and they immediately stopped talking. Elfwine spoke first, and to Mithy.
"Hey, do I know you? You look familiar."
"Hi," Mithy gave him an obnoxious smile. "Is that the best pick-up line you've got? No, I don't know you. Let's get down to the chase. No, I won't dance with you."
"But I will," said Shango. Mithy stepped on her foot. "Ow! That was mean! I AM dancing with him now!" She got up and took Elfwine's hand, leaving the other two alone.
They stood there not trying to start a conversation. After what seemed like ages, Elboron was the first to break the ice.
"Hi," He said very leisurely. "He's a git, isn't he?"
"He related to you?"
"Yeah," he laughed. "How'd you know?"
"The eyes."
He nodded. "Yeah, they're a dead-give-away."
"I like them."
"Oh. Ummm. Thanks."
"What's your name?"
"Boo- I mean Elboron. Yours?"
"Fenny, call me Fenny," she replied looking desperately for the other two. "I'll see you some time." With that she left.
"Ok," he said more to himself. As she left his sight he got up and walked to his quarters, looking very glum again.
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Mithy and Shango had stood in the edge of the courtyard trying very hard not to draw attention to themselves before the boys talked to them. At least that was what Mithy thought. In truth, Shango was trying very hard to pick up what she'd refer to as "good ass". Lucky for both, Mithy caught none of her friend's suggestive poses. In the middle of their conversation, though, Shango blurted out, "Now that guy has to be a ten. And I haven't used him either."
"What are you talking about?" Mithy had a tendency of not getting Shango's slang.
"Him," she cocked her head to a somewhat burly man when long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, Elfwine. "He's new, and look at how he's standing. He's just asking for me to f*** him!"
"You're not seriously thinking about sex again, are you?" Mithy was so naïve!
Shango rolled her eyes and sat in a position that clearly would make a guy, preferably the ten, notice her. "Mithy, aren't I always thinking about sex? No, don't look at him! You can't look interested! You're engaged! Here, just talk to me ok?"
"How do you know he's trying to get your eye?"
"Well, it's how he's standing. He's angled so that he could glance at me and still talk to those other guys. He's slick, and such a whore-hunter! By his manhood, those clothes are asking for sex!"
"What?"
"It's the middle of winter, right? Then why is he wearing short-sleeved, dark purple tunic? And that's all he's wearing, besides some leggings, not even a cape! And look at where his belt buckle lies.." She trailed off, and gave a mischievous laugh.
"You're sick. And I don't believe that what a guy wears says whether or not he's looking for action."
"Oh really? Point to any guy in the courtyard and I'll tell you whether or not he expects some girl to take his room tonight."
"Fine, how about that one?" Mithy lays her eyes on the first guy she sees, Elboron.
Shango laughed, "Are you serious? You picked him? Mithy, he's gay!"
"What? How?"
"He's wearing a low cut shirt, light blue, and never hangs out with girls! He's no way straight, Mithy! There's no doubt!"
"Then why is he only looking at the ladies as he draws?"
"He likes their gowns and wishes he could wear one. And how do you know that he's been drawing only women?"
"You're not the only one looking at guys," she said, giving off a wry smile. "He's got a handsome face."
"He's gay! Besides, Maiwë is to be your husband."
"Oh don't say that! I know! It's just, he's kinda cute, our artist over there."
"Well, a lot of cute artists are gay!"
"You just want him for yourself!"
"Whatever! He's way too skinny for my taste anyway."
"Right, and the brute is so much better."
"O Elbereth! He's talking to the gay guy! Oh no!"
Mithy laughed, "Look who's gay now!"
"He isn't gay. He's straight, he has to be. And he's mine tonight! Oh f***! They're looking at us!"
"What!" A look of panic crossed Mithy's face.
"And your 'creative' one isn't interested."
"Just because he's not interested, it doesn't mean he's gay!"
"We'll see. Damn! They're both coming over here! Shit!"
"No way!"
"And he's looking at you!" Shango gave Mithy a look of death.
"Really? Which one?"
"The ten, you stupid thief!"
"I'm not asking for any of this! Look at what you've started! Shango, what if he won't except no! I can't cheat on Maiwë! Damn you!"
The boys head over, and Elfwine takes a glance at Shango before he say to Mithy, "Hey, do I know you? You look familiar."
"Hi," Mithy gave him an obnoxious smile. "Is that the best pick-up line you've got? No, I don't know you. Let's get down to the chase. No, I won't dance with you."
"But I will," said Shango. Mithy stepped on her foot. "Ow! That was mean! I AM dancing with him now!" She got up and took Elfwine's hand, leaving the other two there.
Shango let her sexy toy take her to a secluded alcove. How romantic, she thought. Maybe he thinks I'll like more than he's ass.
She spoke up, "I thought we were gonna dance."
"Oh, well, the kind of dancing I like, you don't perform in public," He had a deep baritone voice that was quite pleasant to hear. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You should hide your lust better, m'lady."
She whispered back, "You shouldn't hang out with gays." She licked his ear.
"What are you saying?" He looked truly confused. "I don't think anyone I was hanging with was gay."
"What about that guy that came over with you? He's gay, m'lord, sorry to say it."
He laughed, "You need to check more than just appearances with that one. He wants girls to think he's gay. At least I hope that's why he wore that shirt. He could just have no fashion sense."
"Well, how was I supposed to know that? Anyway, so I saw you looking at Mithy, my friend. Why did you go to her first? And with that awful line!"
"I had to make sure you didn't have competition, my succubus."
"Oh? So you think I'll just sleep with you?"
"That's what you were advertising. Why not we finish this conversation in my room? I like it there, it has a nice bed and good floor rug if you're adventurous."
She smiled and leaned against his firm chest, "I'm certainly in an adventurous mood." She ran her hand down his chest to his belt.
He smiled, picked her off the ground, and carried her to his quarters.
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Ok, I know Tolkien would scream if he heard those two, but I'm trying to go for slightly upbeat and well, it gets better soon, don't worry. And the summary will make sense in time. *sighs* The next chapter will be up sooner, I promise. Namaarie, Angainawen
Now, real business. Ok, those who have reviewed I thank them. Yes, I have noticed a lot of blonde, burly Elboron's in fanfiction. This is one of the reasons I wrote the this story. But he does have some of his mother's blood in him, as you will soon see. His eyes are Rohirric blue, for one. But he is the "nerd" in this story, a complete romanticist as well, he-he. Half of this story is about him coming to terms with his life and what path he is to follow. Again, I love this character dearly, truly, and I truly hope you enjoy. By the way, there is some slight sexual references in this chapter. Please, don't be offended.
-Angainawen}
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Nandelle walked sadly up the wooded path that led to her brother's house. In this sorrowed moment, she remembered why he was out here, all alone. For three years he stayed away from his home, his family. He built the cabin himself, and designed it pretty well. But Elboron was always one who could draw what he wished and make it perfect. He was a true artist, envisioning what he wanted and capturing it flawlessly. But these traits were just hobbies of his, having no real use, until one night.
It was right after his sister's funeral, where they all watched the pyre burn and said goodbye to Haleth, she was only 19. Nandelle had always looked up to her sister, and knew her brother admired the middle child completely too. Her death was sudden, during a journey out in the woods. Elboron was only a year older than her, so he couldn't take that she was gone. In the study, out of nowhere, Elboron lashed out at all of them, saying that if it wasn't for how they treated her, she wouldn't have killed herself.
"Why do you say that?" their father had calmly asked, knowing this all was from grief. She remembered how weary and old he had looked, and remembered that the sorrows of that day still shown on his face, his hair graying more and his face looking more worried everyday.
"Because all of us made her life unbearable!" Tears had filled everyone's eyes, though his threatened to fall. He pointed at their mother accusingly. "If you hadn't pushed her constantly to be a ranger, or the warrior I wasn't, she wouldn't have been there in the first place! You put so much pressure on her, molding her into the perfect daughter, the perfect you! Well she wasn't you! She was different! You hear me!
"And you," he darted to Nandelle, who was 11 at the time. "You always had to be in the way, never giving her a moments peace! Always wanting to join her, or tattling on her constantly! Nandelle! Couldn't you have been kind! Considerate on how she felt about her pressures, cleaning up the room you shared instead of making her do it all! No! You had to be the selfish brat you always were! You pathetic, attention-seeking, frivolous--- --"
"Elboron!" their father's voice barked, his sea-grey eyes raging. "Of all the ones to accuse, you pick your youngest sister, who had nothing to do with it! Very noble of you, son!"
"Oh you are not the one to talk, father," Elboron raved. "You had as much, maybe even more, blame than all of us! It was you, wasn't it, that constantly questioned her actions, always reprimanding her ability to fight, arguing with her over what was right and wrong! You turned into the father you hated, didn't you? Loving the eldest and forgetting the younger!"
Faramir stood up and his wife put a hand on his shoulder. Elboron had touched a very deep wound, and he knew it. The two stared at each other, eyes slightly narrowed. Finally, the lord of Ithilien spoke: "Elboron, are you part of this family?"
"That's depends." the younger gritted.
"Depends? Well my son, it seems you don't realize what you still have. Maybe we should take that away from you now as well. Then maybe you might appreciate us better."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm kicking you out," the father said calmly, though there was the slightest tension in the way he tilted his head. Nandelle vividly recalled how white her brother looked, yet he nodded and accepted his punishment. He was allowed to stop by the manor any time he wished or spend spells with his family, but he wasn't allowed to sleep there or eat. He'd have to make it on his own, till he realized what his family did for him.
Nandelle sighed again and knocked on her brother's small cabin door. She wished with all her heart that he would see how they needed him, how she needed him. There was no reply and she began to doubt whether he was home. Oh, 'Bron! Where are you, she thought.
"Over here," he came out silently from a clump of trees carrying a snared rabbit. "You needed me, Nandelle?"
The maiden nodded, "I need to talk to you. I trust you and your hut's quiet."
The young man agreed and unlocked the door for them. A perfect gentleman, he let her go in first. He closed the door behind him, put down the hare, and plopped onto his small bed. "What's wrong, Sis?"
Nandelle looked off, her expression grey like the winter sky, "I don't want to be wed yet, Elboron."
The young man looked at the ground, he had heard these thoughts before. "Then don't marry. Fourteen is young for marriage."
"Yet if I do, then the favors and courting will stop. Oh Elboron! You aren't prized like I am! You aren't the daughter of a Shieldmaiden and a Prince! They all want Father's wealth and respect, that's all. And maybe my beauty. No wonder Haleth couldn't take it!"
"You know very well that wasn't the reason she did it, Nandelle. Don't act like it is." Elboron's mood completely darkened and he tensed, his voice deepening.
"I'm sorry, Toron. I didn't mean that. But still, what am I to do?"
"Tell them you aren't interested."
"What if that doesn't work?"
"Tell me who they are and I'll look into their tax records."
Nandelle laughed, "Ok, though I wouldn't trust you upset with another's tax records. You might devise some way to 'edit' them."
Elboron smiled, "You have a point there, Selli." He looked out his cabin window, his thoughts on Haleth. Selli was always what he called her when they were young. Why did he call Nandelle that? Nandelle was always Runt, she was the youngest. How could he dishonor Haleth that way?
Seeing his grave distress, Nandelle got up and sighed loudly, "Well, I have to help Mother for tonight. You are coming right? It is the Winter Solstice and we'd love to have you there."
The young man sighed in his turn and frowned slightly. He wasn't one for parties or celebrations; they had no purpose to him. What was the point if no matter what you were alone? No one wanted to converse with him except his family, and lately he didn't wish to see them either. Parties only reminded him of what he had lost and those who could not be there.
"Fine, Nandelle," he said. "I'll go tonight."
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Mithy cried in her room for an hour or so, telling Shango to "go away and let her die." So when it was time for her fiancé to meet with her, he sought her out. Mithy's tears immediately stopped when Maiwë entered her room. "Mithy, love?" His grey eyes were earnest and his voice soft and kind.
Mithfeniel looked up at the elf she was to marry and weakly smiled. He was around 2,000 years and looked in his twenties with light blonde hair that reached to his chest like any elf. Mithy had known him all her life and thought him a true friend yet she didn't love him. He was too old for her, 1,500 years spanned between them, and he didn't understand. But then again no one did.
"Yes, Maiwë?"
"Weren't we going to have lunch together?" He sat upon her soft bed and laid a hand on her shoulder. "I missed your company this morning."
"I did too," Mithy lied. She couldn't break his heart, and he was nice to her.
The lad sighed and looked off, "I'm sorry, dearest."
"For what?"
"I can't go to the party tonight, love. I have to take over for Elladan on his watch. He went with your father to Minas Tirith."
The maiden saddened. She had wanted to go see the lights and splendor of the White Lady's manor. Plus it was a chance for her to escape the pressures of her home. She was more at home with mortals, her mother's kin. "Oh."
"You can go without me. I know how much you wanted to go."
Mithy's heart lifted slightly, though she said seriously, "But you won't be there."
"Mithy, you should go. I'll be fine here."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
The maiden smiled for once and lightly kissed his cheek, "Thank you, Maiwë. You are so kind."
"Your welcome, love," Again warmth held itself in his face and they both went off, hand-in-hand, to lunch.
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At dusk the whole city of Emyn Arnen was celebrating the winter solstice. Couples were dancing, children were playing tag before they were sent to their beds, groups talking, nothing unusual. But there was one person who was alone. Sitting in a corner, sketching, sat Elboron. He didn't want to be there, who needs social activity? Out of nowhere Elfwine pulled up a chair.
"Why aren't you dancing like everyone else?" said Elfwine.
"Why do you care?" retorted Elboron.
"I'm just curious why someone like you isn't enjoying himself tonight."
"Curiosity killed the Took, as we say." He tucked away his sketch pad. "What do you want?"
"Nothing, just someone to talk to."
"And you want the company of the same person who crashed your horse at age 5?"
"For once, yes. So, why are you bored, cousin? There's a number of fine women around."
"Most of those women know me as Bookworm, and they don't like him."
"Even those two?" He pointed to Mithy and Shango, who were engrossed in conversation. "They've been shooting glances at you for the past ten minutes. They seem interested."
"So you're saying that I should talk to them. What if I like being alone?"
"If you don't make a move, they'll think you're gay."
"What's wrong with that?"
"I'll ignore what you just said, if you go and ask one of them to dance. I'll ask the other out with you, if you're so nervous about it!"
"Nervous? You think I'm scared to talk to girls?" He stood up. "Come on! Which one do you want? The blonde?"
"Sure, they're both hot so it doesn't matter."
"Good."
The two walked over to the girls and they immediately stopped talking. Elfwine spoke first, and to Mithy.
"Hey, do I know you? You look familiar."
"Hi," Mithy gave him an obnoxious smile. "Is that the best pick-up line you've got? No, I don't know you. Let's get down to the chase. No, I won't dance with you."
"But I will," said Shango. Mithy stepped on her foot. "Ow! That was mean! I AM dancing with him now!" She got up and took Elfwine's hand, leaving the other two alone.
They stood there not trying to start a conversation. After what seemed like ages, Elboron was the first to break the ice.
"Hi," He said very leisurely. "He's a git, isn't he?"
"He related to you?"
"Yeah," he laughed. "How'd you know?"
"The eyes."
He nodded. "Yeah, they're a dead-give-away."
"I like them."
"Oh. Ummm. Thanks."
"What's your name?"
"Boo- I mean Elboron. Yours?"
"Fenny, call me Fenny," she replied looking desperately for the other two. "I'll see you some time." With that she left.
"Ok," he said more to himself. As she left his sight he got up and walked to his quarters, looking very glum again.
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Mithy and Shango had stood in the edge of the courtyard trying very hard not to draw attention to themselves before the boys talked to them. At least that was what Mithy thought. In truth, Shango was trying very hard to pick up what she'd refer to as "good ass". Lucky for both, Mithy caught none of her friend's suggestive poses. In the middle of their conversation, though, Shango blurted out, "Now that guy has to be a ten. And I haven't used him either."
"What are you talking about?" Mithy had a tendency of not getting Shango's slang.
"Him," she cocked her head to a somewhat burly man when long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, Elfwine. "He's new, and look at how he's standing. He's just asking for me to f*** him!"
"You're not seriously thinking about sex again, are you?" Mithy was so naïve!
Shango rolled her eyes and sat in a position that clearly would make a guy, preferably the ten, notice her. "Mithy, aren't I always thinking about sex? No, don't look at him! You can't look interested! You're engaged! Here, just talk to me ok?"
"How do you know he's trying to get your eye?"
"Well, it's how he's standing. He's angled so that he could glance at me and still talk to those other guys. He's slick, and such a whore-hunter! By his manhood, those clothes are asking for sex!"
"What?"
"It's the middle of winter, right? Then why is he wearing short-sleeved, dark purple tunic? And that's all he's wearing, besides some leggings, not even a cape! And look at where his belt buckle lies.." She trailed off, and gave a mischievous laugh.
"You're sick. And I don't believe that what a guy wears says whether or not he's looking for action."
"Oh really? Point to any guy in the courtyard and I'll tell you whether or not he expects some girl to take his room tonight."
"Fine, how about that one?" Mithy lays her eyes on the first guy she sees, Elboron.
Shango laughed, "Are you serious? You picked him? Mithy, he's gay!"
"What? How?"
"He's wearing a low cut shirt, light blue, and never hangs out with girls! He's no way straight, Mithy! There's no doubt!"
"Then why is he only looking at the ladies as he draws?"
"He likes their gowns and wishes he could wear one. And how do you know that he's been drawing only women?"
"You're not the only one looking at guys," she said, giving off a wry smile. "He's got a handsome face."
"He's gay! Besides, Maiwë is to be your husband."
"Oh don't say that! I know! It's just, he's kinda cute, our artist over there."
"Well, a lot of cute artists are gay!"
"You just want him for yourself!"
"Whatever! He's way too skinny for my taste anyway."
"Right, and the brute is so much better."
"O Elbereth! He's talking to the gay guy! Oh no!"
Mithy laughed, "Look who's gay now!"
"He isn't gay. He's straight, he has to be. And he's mine tonight! Oh f***! They're looking at us!"
"What!" A look of panic crossed Mithy's face.
"And your 'creative' one isn't interested."
"Just because he's not interested, it doesn't mean he's gay!"
"We'll see. Damn! They're both coming over here! Shit!"
"No way!"
"And he's looking at you!" Shango gave Mithy a look of death.
"Really? Which one?"
"The ten, you stupid thief!"
"I'm not asking for any of this! Look at what you've started! Shango, what if he won't except no! I can't cheat on Maiwë! Damn you!"
The boys head over, and Elfwine takes a glance at Shango before he say to Mithy, "Hey, do I know you? You look familiar."
"Hi," Mithy gave him an obnoxious smile. "Is that the best pick-up line you've got? No, I don't know you. Let's get down to the chase. No, I won't dance with you."
"But I will," said Shango. Mithy stepped on her foot. "Ow! That was mean! I AM dancing with him now!" She got up and took Elfwine's hand, leaving the other two there.
Shango let her sexy toy take her to a secluded alcove. How romantic, she thought. Maybe he thinks I'll like more than he's ass.
She spoke up, "I thought we were gonna dance."
"Oh, well, the kind of dancing I like, you don't perform in public," He had a deep baritone voice that was quite pleasant to hear. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You should hide your lust better, m'lady."
She whispered back, "You shouldn't hang out with gays." She licked his ear.
"What are you saying?" He looked truly confused. "I don't think anyone I was hanging with was gay."
"What about that guy that came over with you? He's gay, m'lord, sorry to say it."
He laughed, "You need to check more than just appearances with that one. He wants girls to think he's gay. At least I hope that's why he wore that shirt. He could just have no fashion sense."
"Well, how was I supposed to know that? Anyway, so I saw you looking at Mithy, my friend. Why did you go to her first? And with that awful line!"
"I had to make sure you didn't have competition, my succubus."
"Oh? So you think I'll just sleep with you?"
"That's what you were advertising. Why not we finish this conversation in my room? I like it there, it has a nice bed and good floor rug if you're adventurous."
She smiled and leaned against his firm chest, "I'm certainly in an adventurous mood." She ran her hand down his chest to his belt.
He smiled, picked her off the ground, and carried her to his quarters.
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Ok, I know Tolkien would scream if he heard those two, but I'm trying to go for slightly upbeat and well, it gets better soon, don't worry. And the summary will make sense in time. *sighs* The next chapter will be up sooner, I promise. Namaarie, Angainawen