Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters I use in this story. This fanfiction was written for pure fun and no money was/is made with it.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: A simple hunting trip turns into a disaster as Elladan and Elrohir are attacked by orcs. With Elrohir being seriously hurt, their only chance lies now in the hands of Aragorn and Legolas....but will they meet in time? Main Characters: Elladan, Elrohir, Aragorn, and Legolas.
E-mail: kaeera@yahoo.de
Feedback: Always appreciated, and constructive criticism is very welcome.
Notes: Again a monstrous delay. I can't say how sorry I am...School was engulfing me with work, orchestra practise was taking over hand, I had two concerts, I have to conduct a child's orchestra, I had to finish my 20+ pages report about the Molecular Mechanism of Morphine and....my life was hell. Then my beta had the same problem and took some time returning the chapter, so really everything happened to make this delay possible. I can't promise that the next chapter will be up faster, but I will try my best. Although, with my life, you never know what will happen. *smiles*
Anyway, thanks for the encouragmenent. It is greatly appreciated.
by Kaeera
Chapter 6: The danger that lies hidden in a storm
Danger is lurking
Waiting for the moment when we don't pay attention
The evil power, hidden in the darkness//
Aragorn's teeth chattered slightly as another cold gust of wind blew past him, causing the ranger to pull his cloak tighter around him. He was so cold now that he couldn't remember ever having felt warm in his life, and he was pretty sure that he had caught a cold by now. Still, it was just a cold; he had survived many of those, and so the human found himself glancing worried at the other horse more than once.
And he wasn't the only one; Legolas was doing the same. They both couldn't help but worry about Elrohir. Legolas also paid attention to their surroundings. Although they had travelled without any disturbance over the last two hours, he didn't trust the eerie silence.
Elrohir was completely unaware of all the attention he was receiving. He sat in front of his brother, head leant back, too dazed to move or hold a conversation. The jolts of the saddle shot a fierce pain through his head, and the numbness in his mind increased with every painful step. He even began to feel the cold, something he was totally unused to.
The four hadn't spoken a single word over the last hour, everyone having his own thoughts, fears and doubts. For Elladan, it was the worst. He had always been the impatient one, and even in their childhood he had been used to the fact that he got hurt, while Elrohir was too responsible to do anything foolish. Every time their roles had changed, he hated it with passion and couldn't help but worry himself senseless.
'Well', he thought dryly, 'That's just because Elrohir never tells me the truth when he's sick. He keeps saying that he's fine, although he isn't..'
The fact that it was the same the other way round had completely slipped his mind.
Elladan felt the tiredness and exhaustion straining his body. The lack of sleep, the physical exertion and the constant stress and worry claimed their right, and more than once his eyelids drooped. He scowled and shifted his weight. The horse struggled through the snow, but all in all they were making a good path.
Fortunately it hadn't started snowing again – he seriously doubted that they would have been able to manage the path home while travelling through a snow-storm like the one earlier. The forest was still silent; the only sound the occasional breaking of a branch under the weight of the snow, and their own noises.
"You are not falling asleep, are you?" Elladan gently asked, his voice hoarse from the cold air and his frequent comments to his brother.
Elrohir just mumbled an incoherent reply and frowned. His eyes were half-closed, and like before he was having trouble concentrating on his surroundings. Those periodic changes worried Elladan more than anything else; Elrohir seemed to slip in and out consciousness, but the periods he stayed unconscious became longer and longer.
Absorbed in his thoughts, Elladan didn't notice how Legolas' head jerked up. The blonde elf straightened on his horse, his eyes narrowing, and turned his head, listening closely. He had heard a noise, the same one they had heard before, but he wasn't sure if his mind was playing tricks on him. Aragorn, who was sitting behind him, didn't seem to have notice anything, but he had seen how his friend had tensed.
"What is?" he whispered, worry evident in his voice. The ranger knew only too well that his own senses were no match to those of the elves.
"Shhh." Legolas motioned his friend to be silent and closed his eyes. The forest was silent, and the snow allowed sounds to carry far, so he should be able to…there! There it was again!
He frowned in concentration as the howling sound came drifting through the air, trying to identify the noise and to make out where it came from. He had already a strong suspicion what it was, and he was terrified by the thought. Legolas wasn't one to be afraid of fights, but he feared for his friends. They were four, one of them unable to fight and the rest exhausted, drained, and, in Aragorn's case, nearly frozen.
Still, the howling sound was there, and more voices joined in the song. Legolas gritted his teeth. "Wolves."
Aragorn's eyes widened and he listened for the noise as well, but the animals were too far away for the human. "Are they heading in our direction?" he asked softly, glancing over to the twins. Elladan didn't seem to have overheard their conversation, and obviously he hadn't heard the noise either, too distracted by his brother. Well, as for Elrohir…the younger twin would not even hear a wolf right now if it was howling directly into his ear.
Legolas shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. I can't locate the sound, the snow is making it difficult."
"Let's just hope that they haven't smelled us yet." Aragorn grabbed the hilt of his sword, feeling uncomfortable at the idea of fighting in the snow. He knew that he would be slowed down by the cold and the deep snow, providing an easy target for any attacker.
"With our luck?" Was the dry reply, and Aragorn couldn't help but chuckle, although the situation wasn't the least a bit funny.
"You didn't really think that we would make it safely back to Imladris, huh? In the last few years, one of us has always been hurt, more or less grievously. This would be the first time in, oh, how many years?"
"An elf can hope, can't he?" Legolas teased back. "And may I remind you that it's only when I'm with you that I get injured so much; you seem to attract trouble like gold attracts dwarves."
"Thank you for the charming compliment, really." Aragorn grinned. "Although I could say the same about you; I never got hurt that much when I was away with Elladan and Elrohir. I mean, they mostly hurt themselves…"
He pondered this. "Although I must admit that I was hurt quite often, but that was just because they always had to pull one of their stunts. We weren't attacked out of the blue…"
"Which only proves my theory; you attract trouble, Aragorn, Son of Arathorn." Legolas smirked. "I should think about another travelling partner; after all I want to be alive at my father's next birthday of my father."
He wanted to say something else, but his senses were brought to full alert by another howl, which seemed to be much nearer than the ones before. Even Aragorn could hear it and turned worried eyes to the blonde elf.
Elladan's head snapped up and he glanced at the two. "Did you hear that as well?" he asked, fear lingering in his voice, pleading them to tell him that it only been his imagination, that he hadn't heard what he was hearing, but the grim looks told him enough. He cursed under his breath and draped an arm around Elrohir. His younger twin didn't seem to notice this; his eyes were fully closed by now.
"They have noticed us." Legolas informed, his face serious. "We can never outrun them – our horses are too weak too run in this snow and carry two riders. And we can't send Elrohir and Aragorn ahead because Elrohir can't ride alone."
Aragorn was offended. "I wouldn't leave you alone to fight the wolves," he protested, but knew already that it was no use. And after all, Legolas had already explained that it wasn't a possibility. His mind raced; what could they do? They had to get Elrohir to safety.
"But we can't risk a fight!" Elladan was voicing the same thoughts Aragorn was having. "Elrohir will be unable to defend himself!"
"I can defend myself if I want to!" said a slurred voice, and the older twin was surprised to see that his younger brother was awake and half aware of his surroundings. The panicked conversations had obviously brought him back from whatever place he had been lingering in the last hours.
"Don't be stupid, 'Ro, you can't even stand straight, let alone fight." Elladan shook his head. "This won't work. We have to flee!"
Another howl came to their ears, causing the three elves and one man to tense. They were coming nearer with every second they spent discussing the matter.
Legolas clenched his teeth. "You know as well as I do that we won't stand a chance if we try to outrun them with our horses. No, our only chance lies in fighting. Let's just pray that there aren't too many of them." But he already knew that he couldn't hope for that. In winter, the wolves around Imladris were always travelling in huge packs, for their own safety as well as for increasing their strength.
Elladan seemed anxious, but finally nodded, trying to calm down his horse which was already panicking because it sensed the wolves. "Alright," he agreed. "We must form a circle and fight back to back."
Aragorn muttered something under his bread which sounded strongly like: "I hate my luck", and dismounted the horse. The others followed him, Elladan helping Elrohir to stand on his feet. The younger twin was swaying as if drunk, but nonetheless pleaded his brother to let him fight. Aragorn shook his head. That was indeed typical; count on Elrohir to insist to fight when he couldn't even stand.
Elladan, seemingly annoyed by his brother's stubbornness, pressed a hunting knife into Elrohir's palm. "Here take this, and stop the babbling. I won't let you fight with your sword – in your condition you will only stab yourself, and I don't want to explain the wound to father!"
Elrohir glared at him, but took the knife, while Elladan grabbed the bow.
"You know, Estel, we never seem to be able to have a peaceful hunting trip when you two are around." He said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
Aragorn, who had sheathed his sword, flashed him a lopsided grin. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, dear brother, but it this time it was you two who were in trouble, and we came to your help, not the other way round!"
"Still, it was probably your presence in the forest which caused our bad luck. You know, it could be lethal." It was meant as a joke, but nobody laughed, because at exactly this moment the wolves howled again.
Elladan gritted his teeth, glancing worriedly at his brother. At least Elrohir was managing to stand on his own, but how long, nobody could say. He just hoped that his twin wouldn't get the foolish idea to join the fight. Elrohir might be able to fight with an arrow sticking in his leg, but the situation was quite different when one was suffering from a head trauma.
Then he didn't have any time to worry, because the wolves attacked.
//And there are times in your life
when your fear is the only emotion left
when the shadows darken your heart
and you are unable to find your hope again//
Everything happened so fast that later nobody of the four could explain exactly what had happened first. Several grey beasts jumped out of the bushes, their teeth yellow, and their bones sticking out of the dirty fur. Their eyes flashed dangerously; eyes of animals who didn't have had any food for days and who would do anything to fill their stomachs. They howled, drooled, panted and gnashed their teeth.
Under normal circumstances, wolves wouldn't be a match for elves, even if there were that many. But the fact that they couldn't move freely because they had to shelter Elrohir, the fact that Aragorn was slowed down by the snow and his numb limbs, and that they were already exhausted, changed everything.
Faster than the eye could see, Legolas shot two arrows at the beasts, killing one immediately and hurting another one. Elladan shot as well and wounded two others. Then the wolves were there and they had to take their swords and daggers in order to defend themselves.
Aragorn clenched his teeth and slashed out to the first wolf which attacked him. The blade cut through the grey fur, opening a deep gash, but the animal attacked nonetheless, his yellow teeth coming dangerously close to the ranger's throat. Aragorn cursed and jumped backwards, slashing once again at the wolf and this time killing it with one strike.
He wanted to look how the others were doing, but he was already being approached by another one of the beasts. He had been cold before, but now sweat was running down his forehead. Aragorn cursed his luck; he was stumbling in the snow and his numb fingers were unable to hold the sword tightly.
He shoved those uncomfortable thoughts about cold fingers and injured brothers away, trying to concentrate only on the fight.
Legolas was fighting with his two hunting knives, taking advantage of the fact that he was an elf and could run over the snow. He was able to avoid their teeth and claws, but in order to kill a beast, he had to come very close, because his daggers weren't as long as a sword. The blonde elf tried to keep as many wolves away from the place where the twins were standing as possible, but there were far too many. He was currently occupied with three of the animals, while two others were attacking Elladan.
Out of the corner of his eye he glanced to Aragorn; the human seemed to be doing well so far, but one never could be sure with Estel – if he was sick again, and had not told anyone, he might collapse and he would have to rush to his side to help him…
A rash growl and teeth snapping at his hand reminded him of the fact that he couldn't allow himself to drift off in thought. Aragorn was able to take care of himself, he had proven that often enough.
The Prince of Mirkwood smiled grimly. 'So we are out here again, fighting side by side. And there I was, thinking that we could have a peaceful journey for once.'
He shook his head. 'The only difference is that the twins are with us this time.'
Elladan growled dangerously, holding his sword tightly in his hand. The wolves were attacking him from two sides, but he wasn't taking once step away from his brother, protecting Elrohir with every ounce of strength he had left in his body. He knew that his body was too tired to keep this up any longer, but he refused to listen to his aching limbs. His brother needed him, and a long time ago Elladan had promised himself that he would never fail his twin again.
So far, he had kept this promise, and he didn't want to break it now.
Elrohir was standing in the middle of this, the sound of the battle entering his foggy brain. He was clutching the dagger in his hand, but knew all too well that he wouldn't be able to fight if somebody attacked him. This annoyed him greatly – he couldn't stand to watch as his brothers and friend fought for his life while he was only watching – but then he realized with a sudden fright that he was too tired to be really angry about that.
It seemed as if every ounce of energy had been drained out of his body. The elf groaned, trying to place his hand on the horse's neck which had been standing beside him – only to realize that the horse wasn't there. The two animals had decided to run for their dear lives when the wolves had started to attack, leaving only the three elves and ranger out in the wilderness.
Elrohir closed his eyes, as yellow dots started to appear in front of them. The exhaustion of staying upright already took its cost and he felt how his mind was slipping away again. For a few blissful moments, he had been really aware of what had happened, but they had quickly faded to leave him in the same trance as before.
Liquid was running down his face, and when he touched his face, his hand came back blood-covered. His wound had opened and he hadn't even noticed it!
'Don't stand around like this!' Elrohir's mind screamed. 'Do something! Help them! Help Elladan! They are in trouble!'
But his body didn't obey his commands – again. The scene around him was blurry, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion, the sound blocked out.
He saw how Legolas opened his mouth to yell something, but the words didn't come through the thick fog which was wrapped around his brain.
He saw how Elladan moved around, his long, dark hair clinging to his face with sweat and blood, his sword slashing angrily at the wolves.
He saw how Aragorn jumped back, trying to avoid being bitten by an especially big wolf, nearly losing his sword as he stumbled through the snow.
He saw all this, and he didn't care. He felt strangely detached, as if he was just watching this, as if it was a play, not reality, something he could easily escape.
His mind was protesting, hammering with fists against his consciousness, insisting that this was the truth, that it was really happening and that Elrohir ought to do something if he didn't want to see the people he loved most die.
Is this a dream?
Am I only dreaming?
Or is this reality?
It can't be, can it? If it would be real, I would be there and help them…I wouldn't stand around like that, I would be able to move.
It only happens in nightmares that one is frozen.
Only in nightmares.
It can't be reality,
Can't be…
Elrohir swayed, as his knees buckled under him. The darkness which had been calling him for the last hours, was finally succeeding, and he felt how his eyelids started to droop. There was still a part of him which refused to let that happen, which nagged him constantly to stay away, but with every second that passed, it became easier to ignore this voice.
That's it, I'm just dreaming.
This is just a weird nightmare, and I'm imagining this.
I mean, it can't be that a head wound would be that severe that I wouldn't be able to fight anymore. I've always been able to fight and move!
So, it has to be a dream.
And if it's a dream, I just have to wake up.
The question is how….
He turned his, slowly, every sound blocked out. He didn't hear anything, just the pounding of his own heart.
And then he saw it. Running towards him. Dangerous, wild yellow eyes. Pointed, gnashing teeth. A smell of the wild, blood and death.
Running towards him.
Towards.
Him.
He didn't move.
Couldn't move.
It was just a dream, wasn't it? Just a….nothing would happen. After all, he couldn't even hear the sound of the wolf as it ran through the snow.
And he couldn't hear Elladan's scream either, could only see him opening his mouth in terror, his eyes widening. Briefly he wondered why his twin looked so worried, but the thought quickly left him, as he looked at the approaching beast. Strange, how slow it was happening. And without any sound.
He once more looked to the others, noticing that Elladan had started running, that Legolas was bleeding out of a deep scratch in his face and that Aragorn was clutching his arm while trying to fight off two wolves.
Why are they so afraid? It's just a dream…
Maybe I should tell them that it's not real. Maybe they don't know.
But if it's just a dream, then they are only figments of my imagination, so I don't need to tell them.
Then something slammed into his chest, and he crashed to the ground. Pain exploded behind his eyes as he slowly fell down. He could smell a foul breath in his face, and then…nothing more.
The snow was soon colored red, as the bleeding wolves stumbled and fell. Five of the beasts had already taken their last breath and were now staining the snow under them with a dark crimson, but three remained, refusing to give up, the hunger making them even more dangerous than normal.
However, they were winning. It was a slow, exhausting fight, but they were on the winning streak, and they knew it. Elladan jumped back easily, on the verge of killing another wolf, as he saw something out of the corner of his eye which let him freeze in shock.
One of the wolves was leaping directly at Elrohir, who was once again out of focus and didn't seem to notice it. Forgetting his own situation immediately, Elladan swirled around, shouting a warning. But Elrohir didn't seem to hear him, and one look at the pale face of his twin told him that he wasn't really here right now.
"NO!" Elladan screamed and raced forward, but a sharp pain in his leg stopped him from doing so. He cursed, nearly stumbled, and looked down only too see a wolf biting his leg. Not much damage was done, for he was wearing heavy leather boots, but it was slowing him down.
His head shot and he stared in horror as another wolf jumped at his brother, sending them both tumbling to the ground. "Elrohir!"
Then an arrow slammed into the chest of the wolf and the animal slumped down on its victim, dead, his dark blood spilling all over Elrohir's body.
Elladan cursed once more and slashed angrily at the wolf that still had it's teeth sunk into his leg, killing the beast in an instant. This whole scenario reminded him of the fight with the orcs, only much, much worse. Once again he had to watch helplessly as his twin was hurt, one again he had been unable to help… tears of fear and guilt prickled in his eyes. Then he quickly shoved the thoughts away, running towards his brother.
Aragorn, who had been forced to retreat some metres away by an especially large wolf, finally managed to kill the animal with the help of Legolas, who had taken his bow and shot first the wolf which had been attacking Elrohir and then this one. The man immediately followed the elf, his fingers curling around a deep bite in his left arm. Blood was already seeping through, soaking his dark tunic.
"Is he alright?" he panted, looking worriedly at the twins, who looked both as if they had seen better days.
Legolas stepped beside him, and a quick glance told the ranger that his friend hadn't come away unharmed either, not with the large gash on his right leg.
They both kneeled to the ground, helping Elladan to lift the wolf from Elrohir. There was blood everywhere, and they weren't sure if it was coming from the animal or from Elrohir himself.
"Elrohir? Can you hear me? Elrohir?" Elladan's hands were trembling, as he felt a strange sense of déjà-vu overcome him.
"Calm down, Elladan, let me." Legoals gently shoved the panicked elf away. "You're doing him no good when you are so anxious." He quickly examined the battered body of the younger twin.
Aragorn sat down in the snow, watching worriedly, and shivering as his hot and sweaty body cooled off. He searched for the horses, but couldn't find them. They had probably ran into the forest and would never come back. He gritted his teeth – now their only chance of reaching Imladris in time had disappeared. How annyoing! Only a few more hours….only…
He shook his head and placed a hand on Elladan's shoulder. "How is he?" The ranger asked softly, as Legolas finished his examination.
"I can't find any serious injuries beside the head wound. Some of his ribs seem to be cracked, probably because of the impact, but otherwise he seems to be well, considered the circumstances." He smiled slightly, as Elladan breathed in relief. Then the eyes of the blonde elf narrowed as he saw Aragorn clutching his arm.
"You are injured." It was a statement, not a question.
Aragorn stared right back. "Well? So are you!" He pointed to the prince's leg.
Legolas sighed and turned to Elladan. "What's about you? Are you alright?"
The older twin blinked and frowned, not having cared about himself for the last few minutes. He ran a short mental check, searching for injuries. "Yes…yes, I'm well."
Legolas nodded. "I suggest that we patch up each other and then start walking in the direction of Imladris. Maybe we will find out horses, although I seriously doubt it. Not with our luck!." He snorted. "It seems like we will have to carry Elrohir."
They all glanced at the pale elf, who was lying motionless on the ground. Only the slight raise and fall of his chest indicated that he was still alive, and, of course, the blood that trickled down the right side of his face. Elrohir looked far too pale and sick, but they couldn't do anything for him right now – the only one who could help him was Elrond, and he was currently in Imladris, miles away.
Aragorn sighed and searched for his saddle bag, which he had dropped on the ground before the fight had started – to their luck, because otherwise they would be without any bandages right now. He rummaged through the bag in search for the items they would need, flinching slightly as the movement seemed to send fire up his arm.
Suddenly Elladan laughed dryly. "You know what? Now I'm the only one left who's unhurt. Call that a lousy situation!"
"You get used to it," Legolas shrugged lightly, a smile playing around his lips as he took the bandages and examined Aragorn's arm.
"We do." Aragorn rolled with his eyes. "Unfortunately, Ada does not. You'd think he should be used to it by now, but no…"
They laughed and then fell silent again, their sudden moment of high-spirit dampened by the fact that they were out in the forest sitting in the middle of dead wolves, the safe home too far away to reach it any time soon.
I knew that it was only a dream!
Although it was one of the strangest dreams I ever had. Wolves attacking me, and so real…
I bet I am just sleeping. Maybe I drank too much wine again. Really, Elladan will make fun of me – again.
I guess I can live with that.
….Am I really sleeping? Because then this is a really strange dream.
Everything is dark. Hello?
What if I want to wake up?
…I want to wake up!
…..
Weird dream. Really.
To be continued....
ThE iNsAnE oNe
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Squarg? *blinks confused* Okay, I don't want to meet such an animal. Hey, wanna
know something? I always thought that a squirrel was a small turtle – I don't
know why, I just thought that it was. Until one day an American person said
'There was a squirrel jumping from tree to tree'; then I realised that something
was wrong. *gg*
Well, you see, the Elrohir getting better thing…ahahaha…*laughs sheepishly* I
can't let my favourite twin come away that easily, can I? *evil smirk*
Celestra – That would certainly be a great idea….but unfortunately I will never be able to write that. I can't write humour *sniffle*!!! I only can write angst and drama…not that I don't mind, but sometimes it's annoying when I want to write something funny. *sighs*
elvenfire09 – Well, now you have your elf torture! Go and enjoy it! Yeah, I love it as well….couldn't live without elf torture. They are just so sweet when they are worrying…especially the twins! *cuddles*
Lili Frost – Est-ce que je dois parler francias? Ahh…j'oublié tous les mots. Cette une langue très difficile, je pense. Moi, je trouve que l'anglais et plus facile.
Ahh, horrible French. I never was good in this language. But really – English is super-easy compared with French or German. I know it, because I am learning it *broad smile*. There are some difficult parts, but you can understand much by just reading. And by the way, English is the language with most words to learn, so don't complain about French^^
Firnsarnien – Yeah, well, you already got a mail, but hey, I'll answer you nonetheless. Well, if you though the last chapter was a cliffie, you will probably be ready to strangle me right now. *backs away* I didn't want to be mean, really….*smiles sheepishly*
xsilicax – You understand the mind of an evil writer, don't you? Well, after all, it was pretty clear that they wouldn't make it back safely, not with ME writing a story. *smirks* I am just addicted to drama and angst, I guess I would suffer from withdrawal if I weren't able to write it! And Elrohir suffering just rules…hehehe. :P
Ciria – Oh yes, auto is car. Cool that Finnish and German have something in common. I didn't know that. Well, I didn't meet a Finnish person before, either^^. Your Finnish was very funny to read. I can you give a German sentence, too:
'Deine reviews sind wirklich sehr nett und spornen mich immer an, Weiterzuschreiben! Vielen Dank!' Roughly translated it means:
‚Your reviews are really nice and always make me continue writing. Thank you very much!' (Ack, bad translation!!)
Alas, poor Elrond. He really will have to worry, ne? With Elrohir lapsing in a coma and Aragorn nearly freezing…*gg* So why am I grinning like mad? Ahhh….crazy fangirl, that is.
Emma – Well, I think dissecting bodies can be quite interesting. Hmm. I dissected a heart of a pig and I liked it. It was gross at first, but when you get used to it, it's really cool.
Hmm, I guess your wish to put Elrohir in a coma has come true. *gg*
Salara – Nein, ganz die letzte warst du nicht mit deiner review, es kamen noch ein paar Nachzügler^^. Dieses Kapitel kam ja auch sehr spät, also braucht es dir nicht Leid zu tun!
Tja, dieses Kapitel hat wohl bewiesen, dass du mit deiner Ahnung absolut richtig lagst – ich kann doch unsere Vier nicht einfach unversehrt durch den Wald laufen lassen! Das widerstrebt meiner evil-fanfic-writer Seele!
hoellenwauwau – Mein Nickname. Oje, das ist eine lange Geschichte. Also, vor Jahren fing einmal eine kleine, unschuldige, von Fanfiction noch nichts ahnende Schülerin an, eine Geschichte zu schreiben. Sie brauchte unbedingt einen Namen für die Freundin des Hauptcharakters und probierte solange alle möglichen Silben aus, bis sie endlich ‚Kaeera' entdeckt hatte. Wenig später entdeckte sie fanfiction.net und das wunderbare Phänomen des Fanfiction Schreibens und beschloss, es auch einmal als Autor zu probieren. Da alle coolen Namen schon besetzt waren, nahm sie kurzerhand das Wort ‚Kaeera', weil ihr der Klang so gefiel. Sie schrieb ihre ersten Geschichten und benutzte diesen Namen auch in anderen Bereichen, bis es zu ihrem festen Spitznamen, ihrem ‚zweiten Ich' wurde. Und so ist das bis heute geblieben^^
Also, der Name hat keine besondere Bedeutung. *g* Er gefällt mir einfach, und er ist einmalig, das ist wichtig!
Jaja, Silver….jetzt hab ich Ferien, dann kommt wieder ein Update. Und außerdem noch eine neue Geschichte *g* Ein ganz anderes Thema, also kannst du mal gespannt sein! *hände reib*
Also, ich liebe lange und sinnlose reviews, die bringen mich immer zum Lachen, du kannst also gerne soviel schreiben wie du willst – ich antworte ja auch immer drauf^^
Und natürlich kommt noch mehr Drama…obwohl ich es hasse, Kampfszenen zu schreiben. Argh!
Nili – NILIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! Ich hab dich zwar schon in den reviews begrüßt, aber ich schrei dir einfach noch einmal entgegen! Deine neue FF ist ja mal wieder klasse…
‚Besser arm dran als Arm ab.'
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! *rofl* Das war irgendwie zum Totlachen…erst hab ich's gar nicht gepeilt (jaja, mein Gehirn is a bisserl langsam), aber dann ging's los….meine Mutter hat mir schon wieder einen ihrer irren Blicke zugeworfen, so nach dem Motto: „Jetzt ist's endgültig aus". Aber daran bin ich schon gewöhnt, streifen mich doch solche Blicke tagtäglich. *fettes grinsen*
Oh nein…*schauder* Nili gibt mir den _look_
*schreiend wegrenn* MAMIIIIIIII!
Elrohir: „Na Toll. Und wer schreibt jetzt weiter?"
Nili: „Hey, du bist bewusstlos."
Elladan: „Genau, du hast hier nichts zu suchen!"
Elrohir: *beleidigt* Okay…*umfall*
Sorry if I didn't mention everyone…I just didn't have the time for that! Busy life…