(Hi everyone, this plot idea was also thought of on my doss/focus day with
a little help from my friends, focus days are so useful. Well I haven't
been on this computer all day till now, firstly I went to the library to
check my reviews and to read the next chapter of some of my current
favourite fics, then I went to drama, then my sister wouldn't let me on.
But finally I'm here which means that you lucky people get the next chapter
enjoy.)
"Well this happened in Lorien, it was the second time I'd met Arwen, and it happened after a long labour that I had just finished, so this event, and something else..." he stopped, blushing slightly, the something else had been the fact that he and Arwen had become betrothed but he knew better than to mention that here. Although they had excepted it his brothers were still a little wary on the subject of Aragorn and Arwen's love for each other "Yes so anyway this incident sort of made me feel happier.
Arwen was showing me around Lorien on about the fourth day of my stay and she decided to show me what was on the other side of the Celebrant.
I went first and the elves of Lorien kindly added another length of rope above the one they used so that I could hold onto it as I crossed the river. I made it across easily enough, albeit slowly, which Arwen didn't fail to point out to me as I was crossing, I didn't mind though as this factor made what happened next even funnier.
Arwen called out to me to take the rope away as she didn't need it and proceeded to start out across the rope, running as easily as if it was a metre wide.
However when she reached the middle of the bridge a crow flew over head, screeching loudly, well this caused her to jump, rather spectacularly I might add, and before she could catch onto anything she went flying into the river, dragged quite a way downstream by the current before she managed to reach the bank, I tell you she looked more like a drowned rat than anything else."
The friends were once more rolling around laughing, and the other elves that were near enough to hear the story without trying started laughing softly at it as well. Arwen however just sat there with the now all too familiar scowl marring her features.
(A/N this one was very short so I'll tell another tale in this chapter as well)
"You know" said Elrohir thoughtfully, once the laughter had died down once more
"That reminds me of another time when Arwen was showing off near water, it had much the same result as well"
Arwen groaned again
"Haven't you got bored of telling tales about me yet?" she asked with very little hope of the answer "Nope" they replied, "After all" said Elladan, grinning "After Elrohir I've still got a story to tell about you" "Yes, so have I" chimed in Haldir, ignoring the baleful eyes that Arwen had turned on him.
Sighing resignedly, knowing there was no dissuading them and that she could most probably dredge up stories about them from her mind, she sat back and waited, knowing what story Elrohir had in mind.
"Well one day in summer" began Elrohir "Arwen and I were out in the meadow beside the Bruinen behind Rivendell. Elladan wasn't with us because he had sprained his wrist the day before and for some very strange reason ada didn't trust him not to do anything to damage it further if he came out with us.
Arwen and I had started off by having horse races, but Arwen had won them all. Thinking that, because she had beaten me so much, she was incredibly skilled with horses, she decided to show off even more.
So far she had done tricks such as jumping on and off the horse when it was travelling at a very high speed and riding it back to front. Then she had the incredibly bright idea of riding it standing up, whilst jumping up and down on its back.
She stood up and, after getting her balance she did indeed start jumping up and down on its back. Well at first, other than looking incredibly stupid, in fact she looked extremely reminiscent of a Jack-In-A-Box but then something else happened.
Her horse, whether frightened by its owners sudden bouncing motion, or had been scared by something else reared up suddenly. Arwen fell backwards, clutched wildly at mid air rather stupidly for several seconds, and then went flying back, into the Bruinen.
Well at first I started laughing hysterically, but then, when she didn't climb out, and I couldn't hear her yelling, I got worried and approached the river bank. Rather warily in case she was playing a trick on me I peered over the side just in time to see her being swept around a bend in the river, obviously unconscious due to, as I found out later, a large rock that she had hit her head against when falling into the river.
Well I ran along the bank till I reached her and I managed to get her out easily enough, but getting her home was a different matter entirely. Whether by her being naturally heavy, waterlogged, unconscious, or even a combination of the three, she was extremely hard to carry back.
However I made it back to the house, I must have made quite a noise though because when I got there ada was waiting for me, frown already in place. He seemed surprised to see me carrying Arwen though; I think he expected it to be the other way round. However he just asked me what happened and laughed when I told him, muttering something about 'pride coming before a fall, literally in this case'"
"He laughed" said Arwen, outraged "I'd been hurt and he laughed."
"Yes well" Elrohir said carrying on where he had left off before being interrupted. "You weren't exactly seriously hurt, and it was very funny, as proved by the fact that everyone except for you is now laughing hysterically." It was true, the others had indeed started laughing again, "So, Arwen woke up pretty quickly, you should have heard the lecture ada gave her about showing off and being stupid, honestly he kept it up for hours."
"That actually links quite well with my story" said Haldir, when the laughter had subsided into the occasional giggle "She needed rescuing then as well"
"Who's she" muttered Arwen grumpily "The cats mother"
Ignoring her, Haldir leant forward to tell his saga, smiling slightly at the memory.
(I've got Chinese for dinner tonight; I can smell it cooking, mm, smells yummy. Sorry got a bit sidetracked by the aroma wafting up from the kitchen. I like the word wafting, don't know why but it reminds me of Legolas somehow. Anyway aren't you lucky getting two stories today, technically I think I should get two reviews from everyone just to make it fair but then I do have a weird way of thinking. Hope you like it anyway; yet again I know what story Haldir is going to tell already so the faster you review the faster the story goes up. Namarie."
"Well this happened in Lorien, it was the second time I'd met Arwen, and it happened after a long labour that I had just finished, so this event, and something else..." he stopped, blushing slightly, the something else had been the fact that he and Arwen had become betrothed but he knew better than to mention that here. Although they had excepted it his brothers were still a little wary on the subject of Aragorn and Arwen's love for each other "Yes so anyway this incident sort of made me feel happier.
Arwen was showing me around Lorien on about the fourth day of my stay and she decided to show me what was on the other side of the Celebrant.
I went first and the elves of Lorien kindly added another length of rope above the one they used so that I could hold onto it as I crossed the river. I made it across easily enough, albeit slowly, which Arwen didn't fail to point out to me as I was crossing, I didn't mind though as this factor made what happened next even funnier.
Arwen called out to me to take the rope away as she didn't need it and proceeded to start out across the rope, running as easily as if it was a metre wide.
However when she reached the middle of the bridge a crow flew over head, screeching loudly, well this caused her to jump, rather spectacularly I might add, and before she could catch onto anything she went flying into the river, dragged quite a way downstream by the current before she managed to reach the bank, I tell you she looked more like a drowned rat than anything else."
The friends were once more rolling around laughing, and the other elves that were near enough to hear the story without trying started laughing softly at it as well. Arwen however just sat there with the now all too familiar scowl marring her features.
(A/N this one was very short so I'll tell another tale in this chapter as well)
"You know" said Elrohir thoughtfully, once the laughter had died down once more
"That reminds me of another time when Arwen was showing off near water, it had much the same result as well"
Arwen groaned again
"Haven't you got bored of telling tales about me yet?" she asked with very little hope of the answer "Nope" they replied, "After all" said Elladan, grinning "After Elrohir I've still got a story to tell about you" "Yes, so have I" chimed in Haldir, ignoring the baleful eyes that Arwen had turned on him.
Sighing resignedly, knowing there was no dissuading them and that she could most probably dredge up stories about them from her mind, she sat back and waited, knowing what story Elrohir had in mind.
"Well one day in summer" began Elrohir "Arwen and I were out in the meadow beside the Bruinen behind Rivendell. Elladan wasn't with us because he had sprained his wrist the day before and for some very strange reason ada didn't trust him not to do anything to damage it further if he came out with us.
Arwen and I had started off by having horse races, but Arwen had won them all. Thinking that, because she had beaten me so much, she was incredibly skilled with horses, she decided to show off even more.
So far she had done tricks such as jumping on and off the horse when it was travelling at a very high speed and riding it back to front. Then she had the incredibly bright idea of riding it standing up, whilst jumping up and down on its back.
She stood up and, after getting her balance she did indeed start jumping up and down on its back. Well at first, other than looking incredibly stupid, in fact she looked extremely reminiscent of a Jack-In-A-Box but then something else happened.
Her horse, whether frightened by its owners sudden bouncing motion, or had been scared by something else reared up suddenly. Arwen fell backwards, clutched wildly at mid air rather stupidly for several seconds, and then went flying back, into the Bruinen.
Well at first I started laughing hysterically, but then, when she didn't climb out, and I couldn't hear her yelling, I got worried and approached the river bank. Rather warily in case she was playing a trick on me I peered over the side just in time to see her being swept around a bend in the river, obviously unconscious due to, as I found out later, a large rock that she had hit her head against when falling into the river.
Well I ran along the bank till I reached her and I managed to get her out easily enough, but getting her home was a different matter entirely. Whether by her being naturally heavy, waterlogged, unconscious, or even a combination of the three, she was extremely hard to carry back.
However I made it back to the house, I must have made quite a noise though because when I got there ada was waiting for me, frown already in place. He seemed surprised to see me carrying Arwen though; I think he expected it to be the other way round. However he just asked me what happened and laughed when I told him, muttering something about 'pride coming before a fall, literally in this case'"
"He laughed" said Arwen, outraged "I'd been hurt and he laughed."
"Yes well" Elrohir said carrying on where he had left off before being interrupted. "You weren't exactly seriously hurt, and it was very funny, as proved by the fact that everyone except for you is now laughing hysterically." It was true, the others had indeed started laughing again, "So, Arwen woke up pretty quickly, you should have heard the lecture ada gave her about showing off and being stupid, honestly he kept it up for hours."
"That actually links quite well with my story" said Haldir, when the laughter had subsided into the occasional giggle "She needed rescuing then as well"
"Who's she" muttered Arwen grumpily "The cats mother"
Ignoring her, Haldir leant forward to tell his saga, smiling slightly at the memory.
(I've got Chinese for dinner tonight; I can smell it cooking, mm, smells yummy. Sorry got a bit sidetracked by the aroma wafting up from the kitchen. I like the word wafting, don't know why but it reminds me of Legolas somehow. Anyway aren't you lucky getting two stories today, technically I think I should get two reviews from everyone just to make it fair but then I do have a weird way of thinking. Hope you like it anyway; yet again I know what story Haldir is going to tell already so the faster you review the faster the story goes up. Namarie."