Faulkner: So sorry for the wait, but I had shopping and Mom was using the
internet for all kinds of shopping and business crap. Couldn't be helped.
Here's a late Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Oh yeah, and asterisks
inside parentheses (*) mean a flashback
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"Haldir is going to kill me when he finds out about this."
"No he's not. Because if he finds out he's going to kill ME first and then it's your turn."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that. After all, I AM supposed to be looking after you."
"You're not a damn baby-sitter and he's not your boss so that's all just BS."
A sigh and he rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say."
"That's better. Now buck up! The only way he's going to find out is if we get caught."
"Which is very likely."
"You're such a pessimist." I dead panned.
"What is that?"
"A person who always thinks negatively. Y'know, someone who sees the glass as half-empty instead of half-full."
"......."
Sigh. "Nevermind." I tripped over a root.
"Careful, there's a tree root there."
"Thanks for the heads up." I grumbled as I dusted off my knees.
"Your welcome." he cheerfully replied.
In case you didn't already know, Orophin and myself were outside in the middle of the night. Why, you ask? Well, as I predicted after my wallowing in self-pity after I found out how long it would take for my broken arm to heal, I was perfectly fine after three weeks. Needless to say I had been bored nearly to tears while I had been confined to my room for most of those three weeks. And when I had told Haldir that my arm was perfectly fine, all healed up, he hadn't believed me and said that I wasn't to try anything yet.
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"The healers said eight weeks and that's how long you will have to wait."
"But Haldir I'M FINE! My arm is FINE. I can use it without feeling anything weird!"
"Eight weeks Narya. Eight weeks." Then he stalked off and I stomped my foot on the floor like a child. Mature, right?
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I shook my head and concentrated on where we were going. Last thing I needed was to trip again and alert some Elf that I was out. Stick-up-the- ass had had informed the whole of Caras Galadhon that I was to not leave my talan without him and I wasn't allowed out at night. Bastard.
So here I was sneaking about with Orophin. The reason? I wanted to get back to my knife training. Granted Orophin wasn't the best decision for this (no offence meant to him), but since he was the only one that I could convince to help me, I had to do with him.
We reached the training grounds, which was completely empty since it was nighttime, and headed straight for the weapons hut. Just my luck that it was locked.
"I thought you people were all noble and too high and mighty to steal?" I whispered.
"Yes, but this is just here for safety precautions. To make sure that nothing gets taken as a prank or, Eru forbid, that any visitors do not take what isn't theirs. I guess we'll just have to go back." He turned to leave but I grabbed the back of his tunic and yanked him back.
"No way Jose. We're not done here yet. I happen to have the universal key to all locks." I rummaged around in my hoodie pocket and pulled out a metal piece that had the same properties of a paperclip in that it could be bent fairly easily and you could pick locks with it.
He raised one of his dark brows and stared disbelievingly at it. "Are you kidding? That is no key but a piece of discarded metal."
I rolled my eyes. "No shit Sherlock, what's your next clue?" I then stuck it into the lock and carefully started to pick it.
He sighed and said, "This is a waste of time. Let's go back before we get caught and get into some very serious trouble. Haldir will not be pleased. Let's go back."
I shook my head and gave the metal piece a last jiggle before the lock clicked and I could open the door. I stood up and opened the door, waving my arm exaggeratedly for Orophin to go first.
"After you, my Lord." I snickered when he glared at me and went inside.
"Get your knives and hurry up. I want to get this over with."
I smirked and searched the hut until I found my pair and went outside where Orophin waited for me.
"Let's see what you've learned first."
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I tried, very unsuccessfully, to pay attention to what Sirith was saying. I mean, he was teaching me how to speek and understand Elvish. Then i'd be able to know what people were saying behind my back. It would be harder for them to hide stuff from me. But honestly, he made all this sound so boring. Even the most gory and bloody battle he could make sound dull.
I wondered what that letter had said. Haldir had probably thrown it away or burnt it by now. It was probably a bunch of mush from his beloved though. Yeck, it would be like reading one of those sappy romance novels Terry read. I had no idea how he had gotten in the Institution. The only weird thing about him was that he occaisonally talked to himself. You were only crazy when you started answering back.
I jerked back to reality when he shoved a piece of parchment at me.
"I expect you to practice and just to make sure you don't have an excuse I copied the words down for you and their meaning." I nodded and took the parchment. True enough, it was all written down. I unrolled it and found out that it wasn't A piece of parchment, but at least five pages.
"Jiminy Christmas." I muttered. Sirith was thankfully already out of earshot. I swear that Elf would have made a perfect General for some army. He was merciless and left absolutely no hope to the opposition. In a way I was happy that I had all this to occupy my time. At least I wouldn't be bored to tears until midnight.
I grinned as I thought about more practice with Orophin. I had convinced him to get me again tonight. Thank you Lord that he was an absolute pushover if you knew exactly what buttons to push.
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"Well, now I know to never try to fight against you." Orophin commented from his position in the dirt.
Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that I was better than him (which wouldn't be happening any time soon). It's just that I used some very...... deceitful tactics. He had been very close to putting me in the dirt, so after dropping one knife I had grabbed his left knife hand that was coming for me and used something that I like to call pressure points.
No matter if you are Elf, Man, Dwarf, Wizard, or whatever pressure points hurt a LOT. Especially the one on your wrist over the wrist-bones if you apply pressure just so. If there was one thing that the orderlies had taught me was pressure points. But not on purpose. I just caught on to what they were doing after a while and tried it on myself and other patients. Discreetly of course.
Anyway, after he had dropped his knife I went for the pressure point on his shoulder (which worked) and knocked his other knife out of his hand and kicked his feet out from under him. Yes, dirty tricks, but very effective as I had just demonstrated.
"Thanks. Glad I got your approval." I held out my hand and had him halfway up when someone's voice startled me into dropping him.
"I thought you weren't supposed to fight? At least not for another four weeks or so."
"Lord Celeborn!!" Can you say 'Busted?'
He was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed and apparently had been there for a while. I wouldn't have exactly called him angry, but more..... amused I guess and slightly reproachful. One piece of advice: If you are going to do something bad or against the rules, make sure you don't get caught.
"Orophin, best you replace those weapons and leave for your talan." Celeborn said.
"Yes my lord." Orophin bowed and left me alone. With Celeborn. Coward.
I shuffled my feet and looked everywhere but at him. I even started to nervously whistle some obscure tune. I think it was the Harry Potter theme. Couldn't be too sure since I had only ever seen the movie once. Whatever it was was quite catchy.
"I see that your arm isn't as damaged as it should be at this stage of healing." Celeborn walked forward and stood in front of me. "But I guess that is to be expected. Galadriel did say that you should heal in half the time." He uncrossed his arms and took my arm that would still have been broken if I had been a normal person.
He felt along where the break had been. I had been told that although it had been a clean break (thankfully) one of the broken sides had been pushed so that it was over the other. Erego, there had been a sort of...... dip in my arm. I had seen something like it before, and it wasn't a pretty sight. I'm glad I had passed out.
"Yeah, it's okay now. It doesn't really hurt at all anymore. I tried to tell Haldir, but he wouldn't listen to me." I had taken off the splint to practice. The night before I had done the same thing and then had Orophin replace it. Granted he didn't do the best job in the world, but it looked fine enough to me.
Celeborn nodded and let go of my arm, which I let fall to my side.
"I don't want to catch you practicing out here alone with Orophin. It would be dangerous if something were to happen and it were only you two. This area is fairly remote, and it would take a little while to get help. That's why no one practices at night, because if something happened there would be no one else around to help." He looked straight into my eyes. "I will talk to Haldir tomorrow."
I nodded, feeling I had come very close to getting punished again and had barely shaved past it. I felt lucky for a change.
"Now I want you to return to your talan and clean up, then go to bed." I nodded again and headed in the direction of my new home. But then I stopped at the tree line and looked back at Celeborn.
"I was pretty good for a beginner, wasn't I?" I asked with a grin.
I heard him chuckle, but didn't see it as he was facing away from me. "Yes, you were not bad."
Still grinning I headed back.
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Faulkner: Like it? Hate it? REVIEW PLEASE!! I'd be very appreciative. Maybe I can get Narya to ship some hot Elfies here. Hmmmm......... Oh, the possibilities. ::cackles gleefully and rather evilly too::
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"Haldir is going to kill me when he finds out about this."
"No he's not. Because if he finds out he's going to kill ME first and then it's your turn."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that. After all, I AM supposed to be looking after you."
"You're not a damn baby-sitter and he's not your boss so that's all just BS."
A sigh and he rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say."
"That's better. Now buck up! The only way he's going to find out is if we get caught."
"Which is very likely."
"You're such a pessimist." I dead panned.
"What is that?"
"A person who always thinks negatively. Y'know, someone who sees the glass as half-empty instead of half-full."
"......."
Sigh. "Nevermind." I tripped over a root.
"Careful, there's a tree root there."
"Thanks for the heads up." I grumbled as I dusted off my knees.
"Your welcome." he cheerfully replied.
In case you didn't already know, Orophin and myself were outside in the middle of the night. Why, you ask? Well, as I predicted after my wallowing in self-pity after I found out how long it would take for my broken arm to heal, I was perfectly fine after three weeks. Needless to say I had been bored nearly to tears while I had been confined to my room for most of those three weeks. And when I had told Haldir that my arm was perfectly fine, all healed up, he hadn't believed me and said that I wasn't to try anything yet.
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"The healers said eight weeks and that's how long you will have to wait."
"But Haldir I'M FINE! My arm is FINE. I can use it without feeling anything weird!"
"Eight weeks Narya. Eight weeks." Then he stalked off and I stomped my foot on the floor like a child. Mature, right?
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I shook my head and concentrated on where we were going. Last thing I needed was to trip again and alert some Elf that I was out. Stick-up-the- ass had had informed the whole of Caras Galadhon that I was to not leave my talan without him and I wasn't allowed out at night. Bastard.
So here I was sneaking about with Orophin. The reason? I wanted to get back to my knife training. Granted Orophin wasn't the best decision for this (no offence meant to him), but since he was the only one that I could convince to help me, I had to do with him.
We reached the training grounds, which was completely empty since it was nighttime, and headed straight for the weapons hut. Just my luck that it was locked.
"I thought you people were all noble and too high and mighty to steal?" I whispered.
"Yes, but this is just here for safety precautions. To make sure that nothing gets taken as a prank or, Eru forbid, that any visitors do not take what isn't theirs. I guess we'll just have to go back." He turned to leave but I grabbed the back of his tunic and yanked him back.
"No way Jose. We're not done here yet. I happen to have the universal key to all locks." I rummaged around in my hoodie pocket and pulled out a metal piece that had the same properties of a paperclip in that it could be bent fairly easily and you could pick locks with it.
He raised one of his dark brows and stared disbelievingly at it. "Are you kidding? That is no key but a piece of discarded metal."
I rolled my eyes. "No shit Sherlock, what's your next clue?" I then stuck it into the lock and carefully started to pick it.
He sighed and said, "This is a waste of time. Let's go back before we get caught and get into some very serious trouble. Haldir will not be pleased. Let's go back."
I shook my head and gave the metal piece a last jiggle before the lock clicked and I could open the door. I stood up and opened the door, waving my arm exaggeratedly for Orophin to go first.
"After you, my Lord." I snickered when he glared at me and went inside.
"Get your knives and hurry up. I want to get this over with."
I smirked and searched the hut until I found my pair and went outside where Orophin waited for me.
"Let's see what you've learned first."
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I tried, very unsuccessfully, to pay attention to what Sirith was saying. I mean, he was teaching me how to speek and understand Elvish. Then i'd be able to know what people were saying behind my back. It would be harder for them to hide stuff from me. But honestly, he made all this sound so boring. Even the most gory and bloody battle he could make sound dull.
I wondered what that letter had said. Haldir had probably thrown it away or burnt it by now. It was probably a bunch of mush from his beloved though. Yeck, it would be like reading one of those sappy romance novels Terry read. I had no idea how he had gotten in the Institution. The only weird thing about him was that he occaisonally talked to himself. You were only crazy when you started answering back.
I jerked back to reality when he shoved a piece of parchment at me.
"I expect you to practice and just to make sure you don't have an excuse I copied the words down for you and their meaning." I nodded and took the parchment. True enough, it was all written down. I unrolled it and found out that it wasn't A piece of parchment, but at least five pages.
"Jiminy Christmas." I muttered. Sirith was thankfully already out of earshot. I swear that Elf would have made a perfect General for some army. He was merciless and left absolutely no hope to the opposition. In a way I was happy that I had all this to occupy my time. At least I wouldn't be bored to tears until midnight.
I grinned as I thought about more practice with Orophin. I had convinced him to get me again tonight. Thank you Lord that he was an absolute pushover if you knew exactly what buttons to push.
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"Well, now I know to never try to fight against you." Orophin commented from his position in the dirt.
Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that I was better than him (which wouldn't be happening any time soon). It's just that I used some very...... deceitful tactics. He had been very close to putting me in the dirt, so after dropping one knife I had grabbed his left knife hand that was coming for me and used something that I like to call pressure points.
No matter if you are Elf, Man, Dwarf, Wizard, or whatever pressure points hurt a LOT. Especially the one on your wrist over the wrist-bones if you apply pressure just so. If there was one thing that the orderlies had taught me was pressure points. But not on purpose. I just caught on to what they were doing after a while and tried it on myself and other patients. Discreetly of course.
Anyway, after he had dropped his knife I went for the pressure point on his shoulder (which worked) and knocked his other knife out of his hand and kicked his feet out from under him. Yes, dirty tricks, but very effective as I had just demonstrated.
"Thanks. Glad I got your approval." I held out my hand and had him halfway up when someone's voice startled me into dropping him.
"I thought you weren't supposed to fight? At least not for another four weeks or so."
"Lord Celeborn!!" Can you say 'Busted?'
He was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed and apparently had been there for a while. I wouldn't have exactly called him angry, but more..... amused I guess and slightly reproachful. One piece of advice: If you are going to do something bad or against the rules, make sure you don't get caught.
"Orophin, best you replace those weapons and leave for your talan." Celeborn said.
"Yes my lord." Orophin bowed and left me alone. With Celeborn. Coward.
I shuffled my feet and looked everywhere but at him. I even started to nervously whistle some obscure tune. I think it was the Harry Potter theme. Couldn't be too sure since I had only ever seen the movie once. Whatever it was was quite catchy.
"I see that your arm isn't as damaged as it should be at this stage of healing." Celeborn walked forward and stood in front of me. "But I guess that is to be expected. Galadriel did say that you should heal in half the time." He uncrossed his arms and took my arm that would still have been broken if I had been a normal person.
He felt along where the break had been. I had been told that although it had been a clean break (thankfully) one of the broken sides had been pushed so that it was over the other. Erego, there had been a sort of...... dip in my arm. I had seen something like it before, and it wasn't a pretty sight. I'm glad I had passed out.
"Yeah, it's okay now. It doesn't really hurt at all anymore. I tried to tell Haldir, but he wouldn't listen to me." I had taken off the splint to practice. The night before I had done the same thing and then had Orophin replace it. Granted he didn't do the best job in the world, but it looked fine enough to me.
Celeborn nodded and let go of my arm, which I let fall to my side.
"I don't want to catch you practicing out here alone with Orophin. It would be dangerous if something were to happen and it were only you two. This area is fairly remote, and it would take a little while to get help. That's why no one practices at night, because if something happened there would be no one else around to help." He looked straight into my eyes. "I will talk to Haldir tomorrow."
I nodded, feeling I had come very close to getting punished again and had barely shaved past it. I felt lucky for a change.
"Now I want you to return to your talan and clean up, then go to bed." I nodded again and headed in the direction of my new home. But then I stopped at the tree line and looked back at Celeborn.
"I was pretty good for a beginner, wasn't I?" I asked with a grin.
I heard him chuckle, but didn't see it as he was facing away from me. "Yes, you were not bad."
Still grinning I headed back.
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Faulkner: Like it? Hate it? REVIEW PLEASE!! I'd be very appreciative. Maybe I can get Narya to ship some hot Elfies here. Hmmmm......... Oh, the possibilities. ::cackles gleefully and rather evilly too::