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. I don't own the songtext 'Don't try so hard' either.
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: Well, I can only say that I am sorry for the delay, but unfortunately I can't promise that it won't happen again. In the last months, I had four concerts, I was in Berlin, I was in Paris, I had to conduct the kid's orchestra, I had to study for the final exams in this school term, and my orchestra had to play on TV. In addition to that came my own, personal life and a huge writer's block. Hell, I didn't even have the time to *read* fanfics! I suffered withdrawal! *sobs* Anyway, I'm really sorry for the delay, but how I said...it may happen again. Please bear with me...and enjoy this chapter!
The songlyrics are indicated with //....text....// and the song is 'Don't try so hard' from Queen. (I love Queen!) The other lines in italics are by me.
When the Snow Falls
by Kaeera
Chapter 7: From bad to worse
Floating in the darkness
unaware of your name
they will call for you, the voices
embedded in a black sea.
Voices in your mind.
Who are you? Who am I?
But nobody will answer,
only the cries of the gulls
and the sound of the water…
"By the Valar, he's heavy!" Elladan complained, as he lifted his brother from the ground. They had decided to move while they were still able to stand, and the older twin had refused to let the others carry Elrohir, feeling that it was a weight he had to bear.
"Probably as heavy as you are." Legolas commented dryly. He was standing on the snow observing Aragorn, who struggled through the knee-deep, white mass.
Elladan rolled his eyes, despite the worry he felt for his brother. "It's funny how we always revert to bad jokes when we are in a desperate situation."
"It's a defense mechanism," the blonde elf smiled slightly. "we don't want to think about reality, so we start joking around."
Aragorn shook his head. "One should think you would have grown out of it, with all the years you have lived." He cursed softly as he stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face.
Elladan shrugged. "I don't know. I've always found it easier to joke around than to talk about serious things."
His face darkened as he recalled some memories of such situations. "Well, we had better keep walking!"
He adjusted the limp hands of his brother around his neck and headed off, followed by Legolas and finally, by Aragorn, who had more trouble than the two elves. "Someday…," the ranger grumbled, "someday I will manage to walk on the snow, I promise you that!"
Legolas laughed. "Maybe in a thousand years Estel, but I doubt that it will happen in the near future."
"One can always hope."
"But not when it's useless to."
"Oh? It's only you that says it's useless, but I tell you, there will be a time when human beings are as good as elves, or maybe even better, and then I will laugh into your face!"
The blonde elf smirked. "I don't want to destroy your dreams, ranger, but one day you'll have to realize that it will never happen. Nothing can change the superiority of elves."
"Well, when I look at the twins, this so-called superiority isn't very big," murmured Aragorn.
"Be careful what you say." Elladan warned. "We are two against one!"
"Yeah, whatever."
Elrohir, out like a light, was unaware of the debate. The younger twin was still in his own world, caught between dreams and reality, unable to stop himself from falling deeper and deeper into the darkness.
It was their luck that the weather seemed to be relatively stable now and that wolves, orcs and other dangerous creatures were not lingering anywhere near the small group. So they were able to walk through the trees without any disturbance, although their pace was painfully slow.
They were too tired to talk anymore and everybody was brooding in their own thoughts. Aragorn, who felt numb with the cold, found it more and more difficult to breathe, since his chest was beginning to ache and his nose was plugged up. There was also a slight tickling starting in his throat, causing him to cough from time to time. He knew enough to realize that he was starting to develop a really nasty cold during the next few days, but compared to their current situation, it wasn't that bad.
He just hoped that he wouldn't get pneumonia again – once in his life was enough, especially since he had nearly died. It had taken him nearly a year after that to get his father and brothers away from their 'mothering' attitude.
The ranger winced, as a sudden movement brought pain to his arm. Well, he could have been hurt worse. After all, it could have been him being carried by Elladan, unconscious with a dangerous head wound. Although he almost would have preferred that position, because then he wouldn't have to worry about the others, only about himself.
Aragorn shook his head, realizing that he wasn't really thinking clearly. His gaze wandered to Elladan, who seemed to be rather pale. The human guessed that the shock was finally sinking in. Twice in a row he had nearly lost his twin, and they were still far from being safe. He knew how much Elladan cared about others, especially his twin, and how he felt responsible for everyone else. If they lost Elrohir, they would lose Elladan as well, and that was a scary thought.
'Elrohir won't die!' Aragorn firmly told himself. 'We won't let that happen!'
Strange….He was floating in the middle of nothingness. His feelings…were switched off, and he seemed to be observing everything from outside himself, as if he didn't care at all.
'Why am I here?' He wondered, but dropped the question immediately as he found only emptiness in his brain.
'Where is here?'
Once again, he failed to find an answer, but quite frankly, he didn't care. Slowly he looked at his hand and was slightly surprised as he could see through it. He was fading!
'Why?'
There was no reason for that, was there? But why should he care if there wasn't one? Nothing seemed important, he was just floating, without feeling the flow of time, without even thinking…
'Who am I?'
Glorfindel whistled joyfully as he strolled through the corridors of Imladris. The snow-storm had stopped, and slowly the sun was peeking through the clouds, glittering on the white softness which covered the elven dwelling like a blanket. It was rare that snow reached this far, but when it happened, they usually enjoyed it.
The blonde elf always had to think back to the times when the twins – and later Arwen – had been still young elflings and were fascinated by the white substance.
Many snowball fights had ensued, and often the children had cried because they didn't want to return inside, even when it began to get darker and darker outside. Alas, the stubbornness of the Peredhils, or so it seemed, was a pretty strong trait.
"Lord Glorfindel!" A soldier of the guard came running to him, obviously having something important to say.
"Tirmael?" Glorfindel stopped and waited for the guard. "Is something wrong?"
The elf stopped and took a deep breath. "Some of my men went outside after the snow-storm, and found a horse without a rider."
"They did?" The blond elf raised an eyebrow. "What kind of a horse?"
"Well…it's young Aragorn's horse, my Lord."
"Estel's?" Glorfindel groaned inwardly, for that certainly meant nothing good. Indeed, it had been quite often during the last few years that Estel's – or Legolas' – horse had returned without its rider, indicating yet another dangerous escapade of the human's and his friend.
He felt worry sweep over him and immediately turned to find Lord Elrond, calling over his shoulder to the clueless soldier. "Collect a few of your men and saddle your horses! We will head out and look for Estel!"
Tirmael nodded and hurried out of the building while Glorfindel searched for Lord Elrond. He knew that this latest development wasn't good; it was very cold, and Estel, being human, was bound to be more susceptible to the cold than elves.
That reminded him of the fact that the twins were still out there as well and hadn't returned yet. He shook his head, that was the least of their worries. They were experienced warriors, and although they had had their own share of critical injuries, they weren't as bad as Aragorn and Legolas. At least not these last few years.
"Elrond!" He spotted the dark-haired elf not far away from him, strolling through the corridor and holding a parchment in his hands. At the sound of Glorfindel's voice, he looked up and smiled when he saw his friend. But the smile was soon replaced with a concerned frown as Elrond noticed the worried look on the blonde elf's face.
"What's wrong?"
"Some of the guards found a horse - without a rider - in the forest." Glorfindel sighed. "It's Estel's, Elrond."
For a brief moment, the Lord of Rivendell closed his eyes. "Iluvatar, no!"
"I have already ordered my soldiers to prepare themselves and we will leave within the hour. Estel – and that means Legolas too – have probably been attacked by orcs or wargs and are now out there in the cold."
"And Aragorn is human." Elrond murmured, lines of worry etched into his normally even features. "If he's injured, the cold temperatures might kill him."
"That's why we have to hurry," Glorfindel nodded and cut his friend off, as Elrond opened his mouth to speak. "I know that you want to come with us, dear friend, but you must not. It is your responsibility to stay here in Imladris. You must not come."
A stubborn look crossed Elrond's features, which reminded Glorfindel strongly of the twins.
"Estel is my son, and I will come to his aid if he is in danger!"
"Elrond, be reasonable! I'm head of the guard, it's only logical that I will go. If anything happens to you, nobody will be there to tend the injured, and you know that we'll need your healing skills."
"But…" The inner struggle was clear in Elrond's eyes; he wanted to help his son, yet he knew what his obligations were.
Glorfindel sensed this and looked straight into the eyes of his friend. "Elrond. Please. We don't have the time for this."
Reluctantly, the Lord agreed. "Allright. But please hurry!"
"Be assured, we will make haste."
Thick, black waves splashed against the shore of the beach, the water running over the glittering sand and returning to the sea it came from. In a periodic rhythm, the waves collided with a rock which reached deep into the water, and the cry of the gulls added to the steady noise.
The air was fresh, slightly salty, and a strong wind blew over the seashore. The sun was hidden behind thick, black clouds, which was the reason the water appeared so black. It was chilly, but not too cold.
He stood in the sand and watched as the water swirled around his feet, each wave burying them deeper in the grey sand. The twirling, shimmering water fascinated him, and for a moment he forgot the hammering question in his head. But as he looked up at the sky, it came back to him with a painful intensity.
Where was he?
He didn't know, had no idea how he had come to this place nor what the sea meant to him. His heart was aching, although he didn't know why, and he felt…well, what? He couldn't identify it.
Slowly he ran his fingers through his hair and looked at one strand – he had dark, long hair, how strange. - lost in his thoughts.
"I'm…here." He finally whispered, surprised at the husky tone of his voice. Then another question hit him like a brimstone.
"But who am I?"
//If you're searching out for something –
Don't try so hard
If you're feeling kinda nothing
Don't try so hard//
He was lost, didn't know the answer. It was true, who was he? He couldn't remember his name, what his character was like, his likes and dislikes…it was as if he had just been born and brought to this beach, with no memories of anything that happened before.
He stared at his hands noticing how pale they were and slowly shook his head. This couldn't be real, could it? There had to be a reason for this…
He turned his head, looking up and down the beach, but there was no-one to be seen – just the cry of the gulls, flying over him and darting at each other. They were the only living creatures in this strange place besides him.
"That's…peculiar." He spoke slowly, as if trying to remember the right words. His gaze was fixed on the sea as he hesitantly etched his feet forward, until the water reached his knees. The waves splattered against his legs, soaking the light trousers he was wearing. Up and down, up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and…
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as his mind whirled. "Hello?" He called. "Anybody there? Hello? I need help…"
His voice echoed over the water, but the only answer he received was the mournful cry of a seagull.
"I wish I could understand you," he whispered, as he looked at the white birds searing over the sky."but unfortunately, wishes are wishes and reality is reality, although I'd rather have it otherwise."
"I don't want to be here…" He frowned, watching the black rock and the spray of the water. "But I can't remember where I want to be!"
Now, that he had started questioning himself, the questions didn't seem to end.
Who am I?
Where do I belong?
Do I have a home?
What are my dreams? What was I thinking?
What did I hate?
Did I love anybody?
Did I hate anybody?
What is my name?
When is my birthday?
…What is the colour of my eyes?
Somehow, the last question hit him the most. Here he was, with both eyes intact, and yet he couldn't remember of what colour they were since he didn't have a mirror. Besides the fact that he had long, dark brown hair, he knew nothing about his appearance!
'I'm male, but that's about all I can say,' he thought bitterly.
He couldn't stay here he decided and walked out of the water. He had to find help, had to find other people. Maybe he just got lost on the beach, had been injured, and they were already searching for him. Maybe someone could answer his questions.
But what if I don't have anybody who cares about me?
He shoved that question aside, refusing to think about it. It scared him, and he didn't want to be scared. The whole situation was frightening enough, he didn't need anymore panic.
A gull dived above him, barely missing his head, and the hoarse cry echoed in his head. The gull landed on the rock, where other birds were already sitting, white patches on the grey, wet surface. They were watching with their black eyes, and he had the impression that they were smirking at him although no impression was visible on their features.
He walked over the sand, feeling the small stones under his bare feet, and stepped on the rock.
The surface was rough and hurt his feet, but he didn't mind. Using his hands he climbed up, nearly slipping on the wet stone, but he caught himself in time. All the time, the gulls were watching him, occasionally croaking.
Why can I remember the names of those birds, but not my own?
The question burned in his mind, and he felt confusion wash over him. Nothing seemed to make sense in this strange, grey world, and it frustrated him. He didn't have a feeling of security, he was lost. If only the sun was shining, but the heavy clouds made it only more depressing.
//When your problems seem like mountains
You feel the need to find some answers
You can leave them for another day
Don't try so hard//
Finally he reached the top of the rock, the gulls only a few meters away from him. They retreated, but didn't fly away.
"Can you help me?" He asked, feeling slightly stupid at the fact that he was asking birds to tell him what had happened.
A gull shook its feathers, but that was the only reply he got. "I guess not." he sighed and looked around, hoping to get a better view of his surroundings from the rock.
However, all he could see was the large, black sea, a beach which didn't seem to end, and behind the beach a flat land, grass and occasionally a few bushes.
No sign of civilization, no animals, no…no what?
What was he?
Various names trickled through his head – humans, dwarves, elves, hobbits, orcs – and he tried to speak them, one after another. 'Elf' seemed to sound the best, sounded right, so he decided that this was probably his race.
"I'm an elf." He told the gulls, who didn't seem to care at all. "I'm…an elf." And he fingered his pointy ears, tracing the outlines, trying to remember what they looked like.
Dark waves under a pale grey horizon
A lonely shore, only the cry of the gulls
Alone in the shadows, seeking for the way out
But nobody's there, you're alone, you're lost
"You know, this seems like a rather awkward scene. I mean – a beach, no people, no animals beside you, a sea which seems more black than blue, a grey sky and this emptiness…it's pretty scary!" He realised that talking to a gull wasn't the best proof for one's sanity, but frankly, he didn't care.
"I'm an elf, but I don't remember my name. I could probably try the same method I used for finding out my race, but there are so many names, and many of them sound familiar…" The gull watched him with pretty, intelligent eyes and squawked.
"Oh yes, quite a few names, to be honest. Elrond, Elladan, Arwen, Aragorn, Glorfindel – how's that for a name, by the way – Elrohir, Legolas…They are all very, very familiar and I seem to use them often, but I have no idea which one belongs to me."
He stared ahead with dull eyes. "I don't like this. Being without a name. It feels…wrong."
He looked at the gull with accusing eyes, but the bird didn't seem to care. Instead, it had started cleaning its feathers, blissfully unaware of the tormented soul beside it.
A soft breeze blew past them, chilly in the dim light, and he shuddered slightly. Never before he had felt so alone, so lost.
//But if you fall and take a tumble -
It won't be far
If you fail you mustn't grumble –
Thank your lucky stars
Just savour every mouthful
And treasure every moment
When the storms are raging round you
Stay right where you are//
And the waves continued to splash against the rock, always in their steady rhythm, like a giant clock, counting the seconds that passed.
The scouts were running ahead, followed by soldiers on horses. Since the ground in the forest was still snow-covered, Glorfindel had decided to split his guard up; the scouts, who were on their own feet and searching for any signs of Estel, and the rest of the soldiers who were following at a slower pace with the horses, their saddle bags packed with herbs and bandages.
He sighed quietly, recalling the numerous times they had searched the forest like this. First because of the twins, then because of Arwen (oh yes, she had been quite adventurous when younger) and then because of Estel. One should think that they had gotten used to it by now, but truth be said, reality was quite different.
Each time they worried, each time they searched frantically, and each time the joy was overwhelming when the lost was found safe again.
'It's like the circle of devil', Glorfindel thought gloomily, gliding through the forest with the natural elegance of elves.
"My Lord." Another scout approached him, his face grave.
"Did you find anything?"
"We found traces of a fight, my Lord." the dark haired elf informed.
Glorfindel put a hand over his eyes. "Show me the place."
The elf nodded and turned around, waling quickly over the snow towards a small clearing.
As Glorfindel stepped out of the trees, he sucked in a deep breath as he saw the footprints in the snow, the corpses of the orcs who had been killed, undoubtedly by elven arrows, and the red blood clotting on the ground.
He kneeled down next to a dead orc and yanked the arrow out of the smelly body. His eyes narrowed as he recognised the arrow immediately, and inwardly he groaned as yet another worry was added to his list.
"This is Elladan's." Glorfindel growled. "Those cursed orcs…"
"We searched for signs of them, and it seems that one of them has been hurt." the scout behind him announced, worry seeping through his voice. The twins were well-known and popular among the guards due to their excellent skills with the swords and bow, and of course, their mischievous personalities. Hunting trips with them always promised to be interesting.
"So we are searching for two injured groups now." Glorfindel summarized. "Unless they haven't found each other, which I think is highly unlikely."
"Well, we don't know yet if young Aragorn is hurt." the guard pointed out, "After all, we just found his horse."
Glorfindel stared at him darkly. "It's Aragorn and Legolas we are talking about! They manage to get hurt in the safe walls of Imladris, and if they are able to do *that*, there is a pretty high chance that it will happen in the forest even more, don't you think?"
He stood up and brushed the snow from his knees. "Anyway, it's no use lingering here. We have to move forward. Did you find any tracks we can follow?"
"No," The other elf shook his head, "All footprints have disappeared in the snow storm."
Glorfindel thought for a moment, frowning. "Alright. I guess they lost their sense of direction when they were travelling in the storm, so we can't assume that they headed towards Imladris immediately. We have to split up again."
"Yes, My Lord." The guard nodded and turned around to gather his men.
Glorfindel stood alone in the clearing for a moment, looking grimly at the reminders of the battle. Hatred for those evil creatures overcame him, those foul beasts, who somehow always managed to take away the things one loved the most. Oh, how many battles had he fought, and how many friends had he lost while fighting against those creatures!
And now the twins were in danger because of them. Of course, it wasn't the first time. And it wouldn't be the last time, either.
Elladan and Elrohir were often out in the wilderness, because life at Imladris was just 'dull' and 'boring', as the twins put it, and that meant that they had frequent meetings with orcs. They were both skilled warriors and usually managed to win without as much as a scratch on their skin. But this time…they didn't seem to have that much luck, obviously.
'I bet right now they are wishing for the 'dull' and 'boring' life.' Glorfindel thought wryly, a small smile on his lips. Not that he didn't understand the twins, he himself often felt the same way. And he wouldn't have it any other way; changing the twins, that would be like…he couldn't think of a real good comparison, but it would definitely be bad.
'Life at Imladris may be dull and boring, but it would be even more dull if the twins weren't there.'
Elladan shifted the weight of his brother on his back. The elf was getting heavier and heavier with every minute that passed, or so he thought. His exhaustion and tiredness didn't make it better at all, and a quick glance told him that his friends weren't doing any better. Especially Aragorn. He seemed to have problems trudging through the snow, for it was much more tiring to struggle through the snow than walk on it.
He tore his gaze away and stared ahead, eyes unseeing. Against his neck he could feel the week, uneven breathing of Elrohir, at least one sign that his brother was still among the living. Still, it worried him. Even his urgent prodding and shouting hadn't woken his stubborn brother, and Elladan was scared that the one thing he had feared all along had finally happened – namely, that Elrohir had lapsed into a coma.
This couldn't be good. As strong as elves were when it came to injuries, head traumas weren't easy for them to deal with. And if someone was already in a coma, it depended on the person's character to find a way out – friends and relatives could only watch.
'I shouldn't be worried then,' he thought, trying to raise his spirits. 'Elrohir is so stubborn that this coma won't last long.'
Still, the nagging fear didn't leave his mind. How could it? He and his brother had been together for nearly 3,000 years, and the idea of losing the other was unbearable. The longest time they had been separated had been half a year, during their teenage time, when both had felt the need to rely on themselves and be individuals.
After those six months, however, they had gladly come to the agreement that they were still able to be individuals even if they stayed together and looked alike.
"You can't leave me now, you know." he whispered to the still form on his back, unsure if his words would reach Elrohir's mind. What was going on in the elf's head? Was he dreaming? Elladan hadn't the slightest idea, but *if* he was dreaming, he hoped that the dreams were at least good.
He stumbled slightly, exhaustion finally taking it's toll, and hopelessness washed over him. They were too far away, and they were too slow, they would never make it in time. Sooner or later the time would come when one of them plopped down to the ground, giving in to exhaustion, and then everything would be too late.
Maybe he and Legolas would be able to survive lying on the snow until someone found them, but Aragorn and Elrohir…the human wouldn't even stand one night, and Elrohir, although being an elf, wouldn't last much longer.
He turned his head and looked at Legolas, only to see the same hopeless spirit in the eyes of the prince. They both knew how slim their chances were.
'I always assumed I would die in battle with Elrohir by my side', Elladan thought, 'Or that I would sail to the West with my twin standing beside me.'
'Dying like this…I never expected. We fought so many battles, beaten so many enemies, and now we are resigned to this fate?'
'I can't believe that.'
He sent the blonde elf a wry grin and shook his head. He couldn't start thinking like that. He had to hold his head up high, had to remain strong, if not for himself, then for his brothers. Maybe a group of guards was already searching for them, maybe they weren't that far away, and maybe it would soon end…
But Elladan knew better than to raise his hopes too high. How would the guards know that they were in danger? They had told everyone that they would stay away for several days, so nobody would be worried if they didn't return immediately. And when they finally started worrying, it would be too late.
'For once, I wish that you would be overly cautious, Ada', Elladan smiled slightly. 'Because right now we really, really need it. Alas, with my luck, this would be the time father decides that we are old enough to look out for ourselves.'
The whole scene was somewhat amusing, if he hadn't been one of the persons witnessing it. He, Elladan, praying for the fact that his father would be worried enough to send scouts out for them, although normally he despised such actions.
But they needed help, and quickly, he realised as he glanced back at Aragorn. The lifeless body of his twin bounced gently on his shoulders, and only the uneven breathing gave sign that his soul was still there.
Elladan felt more alone than ever before. It was his responsibility to bring those he loved home safely, and the more time passed, the more he believed that he was failing. Miserably.
Don't leave me, Elrohir…
I don't know what I would do without you.
We were always together, you remember? Shared everything. Fought about everything. But when things got serious, I could count on you.
I can't recall the numerous times you have been hurt. I really can't. Each time has been horrible. Each time I feared for your life, was worried sick – and each time you survived, and I felt pure joy when you did.
So please…survive this time, too, because I will kill you if you don't!
…That didn't make sense, but I'm not making that much sense anyway, so it doesn't matter.
We always seem to get into trouble. I don't know why.
Ehm, alright, maybe I know *why*, but still…it doesn't seem fair.
Especially when you are hurt. I hate seeing you hurt, and you know that. It's the same the other way round.
I guess that's just our fate. We can't fight against it. But you, you can fight. You can fight to come back to us, Elrohir, I know you can. I firmly expect you to wake up when we reach home and crack a stupid joke. Or smile at me. Or do whatever you want. Anything. Just…be alive. Please.
Because I can't live without you.
Because I don't want you to die.
To be continued....
Yes, I know, it's pretty weird. Hope you don't think it's too stupid...it just came to my mind and I couldn't change it :P
xsilicax – Yes, I love angst as well, that's why I write so many angsty stories. The situation is pretty serious right now, isn't it? And the horses won't come back (that would be pretty illogical, ne?). But they are already searching…hmmm *whistles innocently*
Nilbrethiliel – Jaja, das mit dem leiden zieht sich noch eine Weile hin, also kannst du dich schon mal freuen. Vor allem Elrohir – der arme Kerl hat ja grad ziemliche Probleme, nicht wahr? *gg* Ach ja…mag schon sein, dass Sauron irgendwo in der Liste meiner Vorfahren war, zwischen Voldemort und Darth Vader :P Meine Familie hat halt nur kranke Mitglieder! MWAHAHAHA! *teuflisches Lachen*
Ciria – The paper on ‚Molecular Mechanism of Morphine' was written in my Neurbiology subject. We had to hold an oral presentation, and we received 13 points! (15 is the best, but 15 is like A+++, and 14 is like A…or whatever marks you have). All in all I was very satisfied with it; all the work paid out, that's good. *g* You seemed to like the last chapter, huh? Well, this one is a little bit weird….with the strange ocean scene in the middle and those stupid lines between the text (kind of songs/poems I have written myself, with exception of the lyrics, of course). But I hope you like it nonetheless! It was fun to write!!
Angel of Death – You're right, I guess 'huh' is a modern term. *sighs* I tend to do that – use modern words in LotR fanfics, because I don't *know* the old ones. I mean, we don't learn stuff like 'Alas' in English class…And thanks for pointing out the mistakes…I don't mind at all, it often happens to me that I overseen stupid little things. *sighs*
Celestra – You think I could write humour? Well, actually I tried once, but well…I prefer writing angst. I don't know why, I just…do. That made sense, didn't it? Me and being less busy? Ahhh….*laughs* That would be the day Armageddon comes, really. And I bet even then I would run around and have a concert/lesson/study for a test or whatever. *smirks*
Eryn Lasgalen – No, I'm not a native speaker, as you assumed correctly. I'm born in German, was raised in Germany and I still live here and go to a German school. I was really happy to read your comment, it made me blush a lot (that's like walking on a dreamy, puffy cloud when you hear such kind words)! But German was easier than Spanish? Wow, I didn't think that…but well, I'm native, so I can't say if German language is difficult. Aber ich habe es immer geglaubt, weil es in der deutschen Sprache so viele Einzelfälle gibt, außerdem die ganzen Pronomen wie der, die das und so weiter…Hope you understood that :P
Nili – Ahhh…..Nili…..*langsam unter Stuhl hervorschau* Ich hab mich ja schon ewiglange nicht mehr gemeldet, und ich hab schon ganz das schlechte Gewissen…deine Fanfic ist schon so weit, und ich KOMM EINFACH NICHT DAZ UES ZU LESEN! *heul* Jedes Mal, wenn ich mich hinsetze, ist irgendetwas, oder ich hab gerade mal zehn Minuten und da komm ich nicht arg weit. Ich hasse es!!! Das ist mir noch nie passiert, dass ich nicht mal meine Lieblings-FFs lesen kann! *wäääh*
Aus diesem Grund kam ja auch das Update so lange nicht…Jaja, das Leben ist schon schwer. Aber jetzt sind wir wenigstens da, worauf ich mich die ganze Zeit gefreut habe: Elrohir leidet so richtig schön! *gg* Auch wenn er krasses Zeugs träumt…das ist halt meine kranke Fantasie!! *lächel* Also…irgendwann schaff ich es bestimmt noch, die fehlenden Kapitel deiner FF zu lesen….irgendwann….
hoellenwauwau – So ein paar FFs verfilmen, das wär schon was….*sich das gedanklich vorstell* Och, menno, Elrohir so richtig leiden sehen…*sabber*
Jetzt hast mich auf eine Idee gebracht, das lässt mich nimmer in Ruhe! Mensch! *grummel*
Lustige Sachen schreiben…auf deutsch vielleicht, aber auf Englisch eher nicht. Außerdem hab ich sowieso immer nur Ideen für dramatische Geschichten!!!
Ja, jetzt weißt du dann auch, wo mein Nick herkommt – er gefällt mir einfach unheimlich, wie les den ganz selten gibt! So heiße nur ICH! *harhar* Ah ja, und bei Silver gibt's auch demnächst wieder ein Update…
Salara – Deine Review kommt mit Verzögerung, das neue Kapitel allerdings auch, also macht das nichts. Ich kann den Stress verstehen, wenn ich nicht mal fanfics lesen kann….*kopf gegen die wand schlagen* Jaja, aber unser Elrohir muss noch ein bisserl leiden, bevor er endlich wieder glücklich mit seinem Zwilling vereint ist…*hohoho*