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I'm REALLY, REALLY, REALLY sorry that I didn't post this up sooner! My computer went wacko and kept freezing up, so I'm forced to use my sister's computer! Please forgive me and read this! Sorry for the two-week delay!
By the way, I made a few revisions in Chapter 12 and 13 (which really should be Chapter 11 and 12, but are Chapter 12 and 13 because of that Author's Note I put up). Please read it and tell me what you think!
Thank you to everyone who reviewed! You guys are the greatest and I always love the support you give me!
By the way, a quick A/N: I skipped the part with Theoden when Gandalf removes Saruman's spell since I got a review that said my previous chapter was really just kind of telling the story with the addition of another elf, and I agree. That doesn't mean that I'll skip a lot, just the part with Theoden. Happy reading!
CHAPTER 15
Enellewyn stared out at the vacant fields of Edoras. There were no trees, bursting with their rich green leaves, only the tall yellow grass moving with the wind. She felt extremely homesick, and had an overwhelming desire to climb a sweeping tree in the forests of Mirkwood where there was only peace and quiet.
To be away from war was a great privilege, but she was sure that that was nearly impossible in the times of these dark days of battle and grief. 'What of Ada and Naneth? Has war paid its visit to Mirkwood?'
There was a deep and sinister feeling in the pit of her soul. She immediately tried reassuring herself, thinking of Mirkwood's many strong forces of elves.
Suddenly, the sound of a horse neighing filled her ears. The sound was shrill, and told of much torment. Enellewyn's eyes searched, until she gazed upon the stable. She hurried there, wanting to see what the commotion was about.
When she arrived at the stable, it was quite empty except for two men. Each of them grasped two ropes that were tied to the halter of a beautiful pure white mare. Her ghostly blue eyes rolled wildly, nostrils flared with her ears bent back.
Her hooves kicked against her stall door, the hatch's rusty nail barely lasting the strength and willpower of the mare. Enellewyn wandered over, soothing words tumbling out of her mouth.
"Vanimle sila tiri (your beauty shines bright)," Enellewyn said as she took the ropes from one of the men. He quickly ran off, looking frightened. "Nan' cormlle naa tanya tel'raa (But your heart is that of a lion's)." The mare lowered her forelegs to the ground, stamping her hooves restlessly. Her breaths came deep, and she was sleek with sweat from the long struggle.
"What is her name?" Enellewyn asked the stable hand.
"She doesn't have one. We found her roaming around the fields only a few days ago. The King said to turn her loose. He said she is too wild to bear a rider," the man explained.
"You can take her if you want. I'm sure the King wouldn't mind. We sure wouldn't. She's enough trouble as is!"
"I will take her. Thank your king for me," Enellewyn said, stroking the mare's silky soft mane.
Running out of the stables, the man did not look back. Suddenly there was a voice behind her.
"You do not know how fortunate you are." Enellewyn turned to see King Theoden's niece, Eowyn. She vaguely remembered her.
"Why say that?" Enellewyn inquired curiously.
"You are free to do what you please: wear the clothes of a male, ride horses whenever you want, fight in battle. I am restrained from those things," Eowyn said somberly.
"Don't be so sure. My mother has to wrangle me into dresses," Enellewyn said with a laugh. Eowyn let out a quiet chuckle.
"My uncle has spoken of you. He disapproves of your walking around, acting and dressing like a man," Eowyn said.
"Well, if that's the way your king feels, though I hope he remembers that I am not one of his subjects, but am of the wood elves of Mirkwood," Enellewyn said, trying not to sound too contemptuous. Eowyn said nothing; instead, she looked down at her hands.
"I should go," the nervous mortal said, rising abruptly. Without another word, she was out the door. Enellewyn sighed. The white mare that had—until now—been waiting patiently tugged at her tunic, kicking against the stall door.
"Oh, fine," Enellewyn said, snatching the bridle from its holder. Once the mare saw the bridle, she reared up, snorting. Enellewyn tried to quiet the horse, touching a slender hand to her silky neck. The horse quieted and Enellewyn eased the bridle over the mare's head. 'What of a name for this mare? She is mine after all,' she thought, doing the buckles and making sure it was loose enough.
She unlocked the stall door, leading the mare out of her cramped stall. Stepping over the barn's scuffed, dirt-covered threshold, Enellewyn mounted.
"How about Lirimaer? 'Lovely One.'" She asked. The mare snorted excitedly in approval. "A perfect name for such a fine horse." Lirimaer whinnied, not at all trying to hide her shining pride.
Enellewyn spurred her into a slow trot, murmuring comforting words, so the beautiful horse wouldn't become panicked. Before long, Lirimaer began galloping across the plain. Enellewyn hollered as the adrenaline surged through her veins.
When the Golden Hall of Edoras was merely the size of her thumb, Enellewyn stopped Lirimaer in mid-gate. From her perch atop Lirimaer, Enellewyn felt calmer and more peaceful than she had in days. She took a deep refreshing breath, the bitter, whistling wind passing by.
Suddenly, she heard the near silent clopping of a horse's hooves against the hard earth. Turning around, she saw Legolas riding towards her. He stopped next to her.
"Lle naa vanima (you are beautiful)," he murmured. Enellewyn nearly fell off of Lirimaer's back. She did a double take. 'Did he just say that to me?!' Enellewyn thought. Joy rushed through her, but froze and shattered once she realized that the handsome elf was talking to the horse, not her.
Enellewyn's face fell, and she swerved to the right, trying to hide her disappointment. Lirimaer snorted in protest.
"Wait, Enellewyn!" Legolas brought Arod to trot next to Lirimaer. "You are wanted at the Golden Hall. We are leaving for the great fortress of Helm's Deep tomorrow."
"Oh," came Enellewyn's terse reply through gritted teeth. She knew there was no reason to be angry. Poor Legolas didn't even know why she was being so unreasonable. 'I don't even know why I'm being so unreasonable!' she thought. 'I shouldn't get irritated just because Legolas said Lirimaer was beautiful instead of me. Of course I shouldn't. Why would I? Just because I think I may love my best friend of two thousand five hundred years? No, of course not. That's unreasonable.'
She was jolted out of her thoughts when Legolas asked her a question.
"Where did you get the horse?"
"Her name is Lirimaer. They didn't want her so they offered her to me," Enellewyn said, trying not to sound as cold as she had before.
"It seems like they lost a magnificent horse," Legolas commented. Enellewyn nodded mutely. 'Should I tell him? No. Well it's better to just get it over with I suppose,' Enellewyn thought.
"Legolas--"
"Want to race?" Legolas asked, clearly trying to break the tension, ignoring Enellewyn's prelude to her question.
"Well, actually--" Enellewyn began. But Legolas had already raced off across the empty, widespread plains.
"I wanted to tell you something."
When Enellewyn stepped into the hall, it was empty except for an elderly woman with pursed lips that was tapping her foot impatiently on the cold floor.
"Um, excuse me? Where is everyone?" Enellewyn asked the woman. She looked at her with coal black eyes.
"Are you Enellewyn?" she asked.
"Yes," Enellewyn answered with a raised eyebrow.
"Good. I'm supposed to take you to your room. By the way, I'm Freda." After this was said, Freda grabbed her arm, wrapping her surprisingly vice-like fingers around Enellewyn's elbow. She led her through winding hallways until they came to a plain brown door.
Freda opened it with a metallic click. Furs were lining the floors and there was a bed pushed up against the wall. A bureau and a small table were lined up next to each other.
"First you'll have to take a bath. I'll lay out the proper clothes for you." Pushing a towel into her hands, she ushered Enellewyn into the small bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Enellewyn cringed, before turning her attention to the steaming tub of water before her. She peeled off her mud-stained clothes and climbed in. She scrubbed her hair to rid it from the dirt and grime that had accumulated over the duration of the quest.
When she felt cleaner than she had in a long time, Enellewyn clambered out of the tub, wrapping the towel around her.
She squeezed the excess water from her hair so that it trickled into the bathing tub. Walking out, she jumped when she realized that Freda was still there busying herself with organizing several pieces of clothes in her bureau.
Another maid had come in while she had been bathing.
"Get dressed," Freda said, nonchalantly motioning to the dress spread out across the bed. It was deep red with billowy sleeves and a golden trim.
"No," Enellewyn said simply.
"Nonsense! Put it on!" Freda said, hands on her hips. "It's either that, or this." Freda held up a hideous floral print dress. Enellewyn blanched. She snatched it from the bed at stomped into the bathroom.
"I thought so!" Freda called after her. Enellewyn slammed the door behind her. After she had dried herself off, Enellewyn stumbled into the dress. Straightening it, she consulted the full-length mirror that was leaning against the wall.
Despite herself, she had to admit that she didn't look that bad. And maybe it would catch Legolas's eye. Enellewyn came out of the bathroom cautiously.
"Don't look so scared! We need to get you ready!" Freda said, pushing her into a stool. Her and the other maid immediately went to work with her dark hair. They ruthlessly brushed through knots and snarls, Enellewyn wincing every time the teeth of the comb caught on one.
When they had finally gotten her hair tangle-free and smooth, they went to work weaving white flowers through her hair. When the two finished, Enellewyn stood up to go see herself in the mirror, dreading what she would see.
As she stood in front of the mirror, her arms went limp by her sides. She actually looked pretty—if such a thing existed for Enellewyn. The outfit was elegantly put together and the contrast of the white flowers against her dark hair complimented the dress. 'I sound like Naneth!' Enellewyn thought, horrified.
But before she could ponder this disturbing thought anymore, Freda had grabbed her arm and was leading her out the door.
"Dinner is just starting. The King and your companions are holding a meeting." 'Why did they need to dress me up for a meeting and dinner?' Enellewyn thought at she stumbled into the enormous hall. Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli were already seated at one of the wooden tables. Gandalf was conversing quietly with Theoden.
There were also two small children sitting across from her companions, eating soup and bread as Eowyn wrapped them in blankets.
Six heads turned as Enellewyn entered, and her face blushed deep scarlet. Legolas looked dumbfound, his jaw forming a perfect 'O' while Gimli just looked surprised, perplexed, and then amused. Aragorn only looked astonished at his usually so unfeminine friend, but recovered quickly.
Gandalf looked slightly amused, but Enellewyn had a feeling that he was more amused at everyone's reactions than her appearance. Eowyn, merely looked astounded, probably because of the subject of conversation they had had earlier. Enellewyn sat down at the table, wringing her hands nervously, as Legolas's stare was still focused on her.
"Enellewyn! You look......different," he finished awkwardly.
"I know, I look bad," Enellewyn said, covering her furiously scarlet face.
"No, I didn't mean that you look bad, just different," he finished. Gimli listened to the conversation and looked at the two out of the corner of his eye.
"Well if it's any help, I didn't do it. A maid, Freda, made me," Enellewyn said.
"Well, she did a good job. You look......good," Legolas said, a slight red tinge coloring his cheeks.
Gimli chuckled into his hand as Enellewyn shielded her face from Legolas's view. When the meeting finally ended, Enellewyn had officially decided that looking pretty wasn't worth it and that dresses were too itchy anyway.
So when everyone filed out the room, Enellewyn stopped Eowyn before she could disappear.
"Could you do me a favor?" Enellewyn asked.
"Of course," Eowyn said.
"Do you have a needle and thread that I could use?"
"I will bring it by your room."
"Thank you," Enellewyn said gratefully, hiking up her dress and running to her room.
Later that night, when Eowyn stopped by Enellewyn's room with a large spool of thread and a sharp rusty needle, she opened the door to find fabric strewn all over the floor. In the middle of it all was Enellewyn, sitting on the bed, cutting a large piece of fabric out of an atrocious pink, floral dress with a hunting knife.
Eowyn knocked lightly on the door to let Enellewyn know that she was here.
"Oh! Thanks!" Enellewyn said, getting up and tiptoeing across the room so as not to step on the fabric.
Eowyn nodded to Enellewyn before closing the door. Enellewyn rubbed her hands together. 'It's going to be a long night.'
Like it? Hate it? Please review anyhow; I would love to see what you think. And I'm really sorry about the major fan fiction coma I had!
By the way, the detail about Enellewyn's ring and its magical properties, well I need some suggestions on what I should enable the ring to be ale to do. Please send in any ideas!
Response to Reviews:
Alassea2-Of course I won't leave out the twins! Of course no one's ever seen them (no thanks to Peter Jackson! What is up with that anyway? Leaving poor Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel out of the loop), but in my mind they're VERY HOT!
Moonbunny77-Yeah, I know Chapter 14 really stunk, so hopefully you thought this one was better! I tried adding L/E Action in said chapter but I couldn't think of anything. Sorry! And I don't even know why I did that with the horse thing. I'm weird sometimes. Oo
I'm REALLY, REALLY, REALLY sorry that I didn't post this up sooner! My computer went wacko and kept freezing up, so I'm forced to use my sister's computer! Please forgive me and read this! Sorry for the two-week delay!
By the way, I made a few revisions in Chapter 12 and 13 (which really should be Chapter 11 and 12, but are Chapter 12 and 13 because of that Author's Note I put up). Please read it and tell me what you think!
Thank you to everyone who reviewed! You guys are the greatest and I always love the support you give me!
By the way, a quick A/N: I skipped the part with Theoden when Gandalf removes Saruman's spell since I got a review that said my previous chapter was really just kind of telling the story with the addition of another elf, and I agree. That doesn't mean that I'll skip a lot, just the part with Theoden. Happy reading!
CHAPTER 15
Enellewyn stared out at the vacant fields of Edoras. There were no trees, bursting with their rich green leaves, only the tall yellow grass moving with the wind. She felt extremely homesick, and had an overwhelming desire to climb a sweeping tree in the forests of Mirkwood where there was only peace and quiet.
To be away from war was a great privilege, but she was sure that that was nearly impossible in the times of these dark days of battle and grief. 'What of Ada and Naneth? Has war paid its visit to Mirkwood?'
There was a deep and sinister feeling in the pit of her soul. She immediately tried reassuring herself, thinking of Mirkwood's many strong forces of elves.
Suddenly, the sound of a horse neighing filled her ears. The sound was shrill, and told of much torment. Enellewyn's eyes searched, until she gazed upon the stable. She hurried there, wanting to see what the commotion was about.
When she arrived at the stable, it was quite empty except for two men. Each of them grasped two ropes that were tied to the halter of a beautiful pure white mare. Her ghostly blue eyes rolled wildly, nostrils flared with her ears bent back.
Her hooves kicked against her stall door, the hatch's rusty nail barely lasting the strength and willpower of the mare. Enellewyn wandered over, soothing words tumbling out of her mouth.
"Vanimle sila tiri (your beauty shines bright)," Enellewyn said as she took the ropes from one of the men. He quickly ran off, looking frightened. "Nan' cormlle naa tanya tel'raa (But your heart is that of a lion's)." The mare lowered her forelegs to the ground, stamping her hooves restlessly. Her breaths came deep, and she was sleek with sweat from the long struggle.
"What is her name?" Enellewyn asked the stable hand.
"She doesn't have one. We found her roaming around the fields only a few days ago. The King said to turn her loose. He said she is too wild to bear a rider," the man explained.
"You can take her if you want. I'm sure the King wouldn't mind. We sure wouldn't. She's enough trouble as is!"
"I will take her. Thank your king for me," Enellewyn said, stroking the mare's silky soft mane.
Running out of the stables, the man did not look back. Suddenly there was a voice behind her.
"You do not know how fortunate you are." Enellewyn turned to see King Theoden's niece, Eowyn. She vaguely remembered her.
"Why say that?" Enellewyn inquired curiously.
"You are free to do what you please: wear the clothes of a male, ride horses whenever you want, fight in battle. I am restrained from those things," Eowyn said somberly.
"Don't be so sure. My mother has to wrangle me into dresses," Enellewyn said with a laugh. Eowyn let out a quiet chuckle.
"My uncle has spoken of you. He disapproves of your walking around, acting and dressing like a man," Eowyn said.
"Well, if that's the way your king feels, though I hope he remembers that I am not one of his subjects, but am of the wood elves of Mirkwood," Enellewyn said, trying not to sound too contemptuous. Eowyn said nothing; instead, she looked down at her hands.
"I should go," the nervous mortal said, rising abruptly. Without another word, she was out the door. Enellewyn sighed. The white mare that had—until now—been waiting patiently tugged at her tunic, kicking against the stall door.
"Oh, fine," Enellewyn said, snatching the bridle from its holder. Once the mare saw the bridle, she reared up, snorting. Enellewyn tried to quiet the horse, touching a slender hand to her silky neck. The horse quieted and Enellewyn eased the bridle over the mare's head. 'What of a name for this mare? She is mine after all,' she thought, doing the buckles and making sure it was loose enough.
She unlocked the stall door, leading the mare out of her cramped stall. Stepping over the barn's scuffed, dirt-covered threshold, Enellewyn mounted.
"How about Lirimaer? 'Lovely One.'" She asked. The mare snorted excitedly in approval. "A perfect name for such a fine horse." Lirimaer whinnied, not at all trying to hide her shining pride.
Enellewyn spurred her into a slow trot, murmuring comforting words, so the beautiful horse wouldn't become panicked. Before long, Lirimaer began galloping across the plain. Enellewyn hollered as the adrenaline surged through her veins.
When the Golden Hall of Edoras was merely the size of her thumb, Enellewyn stopped Lirimaer in mid-gate. From her perch atop Lirimaer, Enellewyn felt calmer and more peaceful than she had in days. She took a deep refreshing breath, the bitter, whistling wind passing by.
Suddenly, she heard the near silent clopping of a horse's hooves against the hard earth. Turning around, she saw Legolas riding towards her. He stopped next to her.
"Lle naa vanima (you are beautiful)," he murmured. Enellewyn nearly fell off of Lirimaer's back. She did a double take. 'Did he just say that to me?!' Enellewyn thought. Joy rushed through her, but froze and shattered once she realized that the handsome elf was talking to the horse, not her.
Enellewyn's face fell, and she swerved to the right, trying to hide her disappointment. Lirimaer snorted in protest.
"Wait, Enellewyn!" Legolas brought Arod to trot next to Lirimaer. "You are wanted at the Golden Hall. We are leaving for the great fortress of Helm's Deep tomorrow."
"Oh," came Enellewyn's terse reply through gritted teeth. She knew there was no reason to be angry. Poor Legolas didn't even know why she was being so unreasonable. 'I don't even know why I'm being so unreasonable!' she thought. 'I shouldn't get irritated just because Legolas said Lirimaer was beautiful instead of me. Of course I shouldn't. Why would I? Just because I think I may love my best friend of two thousand five hundred years? No, of course not. That's unreasonable.'
She was jolted out of her thoughts when Legolas asked her a question.
"Where did you get the horse?"
"Her name is Lirimaer. They didn't want her so they offered her to me," Enellewyn said, trying not to sound as cold as she had before.
"It seems like they lost a magnificent horse," Legolas commented. Enellewyn nodded mutely. 'Should I tell him? No. Well it's better to just get it over with I suppose,' Enellewyn thought.
"Legolas--"
"Want to race?" Legolas asked, clearly trying to break the tension, ignoring Enellewyn's prelude to her question.
"Well, actually--" Enellewyn began. But Legolas had already raced off across the empty, widespread plains.
"I wanted to tell you something."
When Enellewyn stepped into the hall, it was empty except for an elderly woman with pursed lips that was tapping her foot impatiently on the cold floor.
"Um, excuse me? Where is everyone?" Enellewyn asked the woman. She looked at her with coal black eyes.
"Are you Enellewyn?" she asked.
"Yes," Enellewyn answered with a raised eyebrow.
"Good. I'm supposed to take you to your room. By the way, I'm Freda." After this was said, Freda grabbed her arm, wrapping her surprisingly vice-like fingers around Enellewyn's elbow. She led her through winding hallways until they came to a plain brown door.
Freda opened it with a metallic click. Furs were lining the floors and there was a bed pushed up against the wall. A bureau and a small table were lined up next to each other.
"First you'll have to take a bath. I'll lay out the proper clothes for you." Pushing a towel into her hands, she ushered Enellewyn into the small bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Enellewyn cringed, before turning her attention to the steaming tub of water before her. She peeled off her mud-stained clothes and climbed in. She scrubbed her hair to rid it from the dirt and grime that had accumulated over the duration of the quest.
When she felt cleaner than she had in a long time, Enellewyn clambered out of the tub, wrapping the towel around her.
She squeezed the excess water from her hair so that it trickled into the bathing tub. Walking out, she jumped when she realized that Freda was still there busying herself with organizing several pieces of clothes in her bureau.
Another maid had come in while she had been bathing.
"Get dressed," Freda said, nonchalantly motioning to the dress spread out across the bed. It was deep red with billowy sleeves and a golden trim.
"No," Enellewyn said simply.
"Nonsense! Put it on!" Freda said, hands on her hips. "It's either that, or this." Freda held up a hideous floral print dress. Enellewyn blanched. She snatched it from the bed at stomped into the bathroom.
"I thought so!" Freda called after her. Enellewyn slammed the door behind her. After she had dried herself off, Enellewyn stumbled into the dress. Straightening it, she consulted the full-length mirror that was leaning against the wall.
Despite herself, she had to admit that she didn't look that bad. And maybe it would catch Legolas's eye. Enellewyn came out of the bathroom cautiously.
"Don't look so scared! We need to get you ready!" Freda said, pushing her into a stool. Her and the other maid immediately went to work with her dark hair. They ruthlessly brushed through knots and snarls, Enellewyn wincing every time the teeth of the comb caught on one.
When they had finally gotten her hair tangle-free and smooth, they went to work weaving white flowers through her hair. When the two finished, Enellewyn stood up to go see herself in the mirror, dreading what she would see.
As she stood in front of the mirror, her arms went limp by her sides. She actually looked pretty—if such a thing existed for Enellewyn. The outfit was elegantly put together and the contrast of the white flowers against her dark hair complimented the dress. 'I sound like Naneth!' Enellewyn thought, horrified.
But before she could ponder this disturbing thought anymore, Freda had grabbed her arm and was leading her out the door.
"Dinner is just starting. The King and your companions are holding a meeting." 'Why did they need to dress me up for a meeting and dinner?' Enellewyn thought at she stumbled into the enormous hall. Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli were already seated at one of the wooden tables. Gandalf was conversing quietly with Theoden.
There were also two small children sitting across from her companions, eating soup and bread as Eowyn wrapped them in blankets.
Six heads turned as Enellewyn entered, and her face blushed deep scarlet. Legolas looked dumbfound, his jaw forming a perfect 'O' while Gimli just looked surprised, perplexed, and then amused. Aragorn only looked astonished at his usually so unfeminine friend, but recovered quickly.
Gandalf looked slightly amused, but Enellewyn had a feeling that he was more amused at everyone's reactions than her appearance. Eowyn, merely looked astounded, probably because of the subject of conversation they had had earlier. Enellewyn sat down at the table, wringing her hands nervously, as Legolas's stare was still focused on her.
"Enellewyn! You look......different," he finished awkwardly.
"I know, I look bad," Enellewyn said, covering her furiously scarlet face.
"No, I didn't mean that you look bad, just different," he finished. Gimli listened to the conversation and looked at the two out of the corner of his eye.
"Well if it's any help, I didn't do it. A maid, Freda, made me," Enellewyn said.
"Well, she did a good job. You look......good," Legolas said, a slight red tinge coloring his cheeks.
Gimli chuckled into his hand as Enellewyn shielded her face from Legolas's view. When the meeting finally ended, Enellewyn had officially decided that looking pretty wasn't worth it and that dresses were too itchy anyway.
So when everyone filed out the room, Enellewyn stopped Eowyn before she could disappear.
"Could you do me a favor?" Enellewyn asked.
"Of course," Eowyn said.
"Do you have a needle and thread that I could use?"
"I will bring it by your room."
"Thank you," Enellewyn said gratefully, hiking up her dress and running to her room.
Later that night, when Eowyn stopped by Enellewyn's room with a large spool of thread and a sharp rusty needle, she opened the door to find fabric strewn all over the floor. In the middle of it all was Enellewyn, sitting on the bed, cutting a large piece of fabric out of an atrocious pink, floral dress with a hunting knife.
Eowyn knocked lightly on the door to let Enellewyn know that she was here.
"Oh! Thanks!" Enellewyn said, getting up and tiptoeing across the room so as not to step on the fabric.
Eowyn nodded to Enellewyn before closing the door. Enellewyn rubbed her hands together. 'It's going to be a long night.'
Like it? Hate it? Please review anyhow; I would love to see what you think. And I'm really sorry about the major fan fiction coma I had!
By the way, the detail about Enellewyn's ring and its magical properties, well I need some suggestions on what I should enable the ring to be ale to do. Please send in any ideas!
Response to Reviews:
Alassea2-Of course I won't leave out the twins! Of course no one's ever seen them (no thanks to Peter Jackson! What is up with that anyway? Leaving poor Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel out of the loop), but in my mind they're VERY HOT!
Moonbunny77-Yeah, I know Chapter 14 really stunk, so hopefully you thought this one was better! I tried adding L/E Action in said chapter but I couldn't think of anything. Sorry! And I don't even know why I did that with the horse thing. I'm weird sometimes. Oo