"Why do I have to do all the choirs, and Amman none hhmmm? Well I'll tell you why BECAUSE IM THE ONE WHO GETS BLAMED FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO!" Ton yelled while stomping off to the barn and cursing under his breath.

"You know you were the one who put those termites in the flour" came Amman's voice right behind Ton.

"For the love of all that's good will you ever take the blame for what you do?" Ton said trying to keep his cool. "Just act like he isn't there. That's what I'll do." Ton deiced and nodded all the way to the barn till his head nearly came off then stopped nodding.

"Well since you both are on your way to the barn why don't you help me in feeding snowheart and getting her ready to go to the village?" a voice chimed from the door behind them. It was Biasta, Ton and Amman father a somewhat tall man with dark hair and a friendly but stern face.

"Do we get to come with you this time father?" Ton asked with a singsong type of tone as he jumped about the hope.

Before Biasta could answer Amman jumped the arrow and ranted running off to the barn, "I'll go and feed snowheart you to go and get the wagon."

"Uuuuuh since when did Amman start giving orders?" Ton asked with a smile, but when his father didn't answer he asked, "We're not going with you are we?" Biasta looked off into the lush greenness that surrounded their cozy home and barn. "Father?"

"No, Im afraid not." Biasta finally answered as he stated to walk away towards the barn just ahead.

"When will we ever be able to go with you? You know that were o…" Ton was cut off before he could finish.

"You already know that you and your brother are to young. I told you before only when your 16." His father said emphasizing the to young.

"Uh father! I think you should see this!" yelled Amman from the barn. Ton and his father looked at each other puzzled then ran off to the barn to see what was so important to yell about.

"Ok what's all the commotion?" Biasta said lightly.

"Well for one old snowheart here is dead," stated Amman.

"Great I was really hoping to get into town before poor old snowheart died. Ton go up into the loft and get the horse bag, Amman go to the house and tell your mother to pack food for an extra day and for two extra people." Biasta asked them both.

"Are we really going with you?" asked Ton excitingly Biasta replied a little annoyed with a hint of a smile.

"Yes you two are coming with me because I will need help bringing the wagon into town."

"Really?" asked Ton amazed.

"Yes really. Now hurry up and get the horse bag." Biasta said shaking his head. "Ok dad Im gone."

"Just yell or come and get me when you have snowheart in the bag. I'll be in the house." Biasta said while walking out of the barn.

"Dad. Dad. Mom said she already packed extra food and to make sure you get only the things we need from town." Amman said running past his dad towards the barn.

Back in the barn OooooooooooOOOOOoooo Oo so not scary cough sry

Ton stood there and watched as his younger brother and father walked out of the barn. Ton looked up and down and all around for the bag. He was really hoping that it would be near by but no it had to be in the loft. Everything was put away in its place when someone was done with it always. Ton walked over towards the latter and climbed up. When he was at the top he went off to his left to get the bag from the corner. He looked everywhere but didn't see it until he turned around and saw it lying on the floor on the other side of the loft.

"How did that get over there?" Ton asked him self. He walked over and picked up the bag and started heading for the latter when he heard a small rustle behind him. He thought nothing of it and kept on towards the latter. When he turned around he thought he saw a small hand. So when he looked again he saw an arm as well as a hand. By now Amman had walked in and was wondering why it was taking so long just to get one stupid bag.

"How long dose it take to get a bag Ton?" Amman asked impatiently.

"Amman go get mother or father!" Ton yelled down

"Why must I? Why can't you go?" Amman asked,

"Because I said so that's why!" Amman went off muttering something cruel under his breath but Ton didn't bother to get on him for it.

"Mother Ton is going nuts and thinks he can boss me around and said he needs you on the double." Amman said out of breath.

"Excuse me?" She asked as she turned around slowly.

"Oh sorry Ton wants you in the barn." Amman stated shyly putting his head down slightly, Eyonel answered, "That's better. Well tell Ton I will be there in a minute ok."

"All right I'll tell him." Amman replied walking off then yelling, "Ton mom said she'd come out in a minuet."

"Ok so what's all this about?" Eyonel asked as she walked into the barn. "Im up here." Ton yelled. Eyonel walked over to the latter and climbed up. "Well what is it?"

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Well did you have a look?" Eyonel replied.

"No" ton groaned.

"Well why not?" Eyonel persisted "I didn't want to." Ton replied defensively. "You men and your pride." Eyonel said bending down to take a look. As she lifted and shifted around the hay and the bag she gasped.

"What? What is it?" Amman asked from the latter.

"Ton you fool. You were afraid of a little child!" Amman broke out in laughter and fell off the latter.

"Shut up Amman at least I wasn't uh…" Ton started to yell but couldn't find the right mean thing to say.

"At least I wasn't what?" Amman teased from the bottom of the latter running around in frenzied circles. Ton barked at Amman as he ran over top the latter "Wait till I get you Amman!"

Ton and Amman were still running around when Eyonel walked trough the door with the child. "What's that?" Biasta asked

"A child. Why do you care? You never wanted a girl anyway, since you made me get rid of my other child." Eyonel said in calm but mean tone.

"You know that girls don't do anything." He replied.

"Oh and I guess Im just chop liver then. Who makes all the meals? Who cleans the house? Who cleans your cloths? Tell me that?" Eyonel asked in an annoying way.

"If you can give me one good reason not to get rid of 'that thing' then we'll keep it."

"Its not an it, it's a girl and…by the looks of her she is an…" she paused determining whether to tell him or not.

"Well?" he asked forcefully

"An elf."

At those two words Biasta lost his cool. "AN ELF! I SHOULD KILL THAT THING RIGHT NOW!"

Eyonel politely and calmingly replied "I rather keep her as a slave then to kill her. Look at her she beautiful." Eyonel held the child up for him to see.

Biasta looked away and was just about to continue yelling, but when he heard the word slave he said, "Fine, be that as it may, but you are not to become attached to it."

"Fine." Biasta walked out the door and muttered to himself. After Eyonel knew that Biasta was out of ears reach she said to the child "Don't ask me why I love him I sometimes ask myself the same question. I would much rather kill you then to have you as a slave, but what's done is done and it cannot be changed." While Eyonel was cleaning the child she noticed a very simple yet the most elegant necklaces she ever seen hung around the child's neck as if just floating in the air. As she examined it more closely she saw what she thought to be elvish. "I don't know elvish but im guessing that's your name doll." The infant giggled and smiled Eyonel smiled back. Eyonel went outside to give the boys their food and other needed supplies. "Take this with you." She said handing the necklaces over to Biasta.

"Why am I taking this?" Biasta asked in a pissed off way.

"To see if anyone can tell you what it says, and don't you dare try an sell it I swear I'll leave." Eyonel threatened. Biasta grabbed the necklaces and shoved it into his pocket. She smiled in a sly way and turned around saying to the boys, "Now leave your father alone he is very upset alright."

"Alright mother." They both replied at once.

"Hurry it up I don't want it to take 2000 years just to get to the village." Biasta yelled back while walking down the dirt path that leads to a larger road that lead to the town. "At the rate you two are going it's going to take us a 10 days walk."

In reality it was only going to take them about half that time but who knew maybe Ton and Amman will slow them down. Of course they did. Ton an Amman have lived a sheltered life and they have never even been all the way down the dirt road that lead them away towards the town. For the first half they went by pretty fast but once they got into the unknown they were stopping ever five minutes. It ended up taking a whole day to get down the path. Biasta could have taken his sword and killed himself right there. At the end of the lane Biasta decided to stop and make camp since it was getting close to dark. All they could hear were insects and some late birds and in the distance howls.

Finally Amman could not take it any more and broke the silence. "Father? Do you think that whatever is howling will come this way?"

"No" he replied.

"Aw is poor Amman afraid?" Ton said in a babyish voice.

"Shut up Ton…How long will it take us to get there?" Amman asked as he looked around.

"I don't know it depends."

"Depends on what?" Ton persisted.

Biasta sighed and sat up "It depends on how fast you two walk. At the rate we are going now it's going to take us 15 maybe 20 days. If you two pick it up if we're lucky maybe five to ten days." There was another howl and Ton looked around in a frightened way. Biasta rolled back over and tried to go back to sleep.

Amman bent over towards Ton and whispered, "Tomorrow we need to go faster ok!"

"Why?" Ton replied sleepily

"…Because…" there was another howl. "…I don't want to spend more then 10 days out here." Amman said with a worried look.

"I see…" Ton said falling asleep. There was another howl.

"I don't think Im going to go to sleep." Amman said to himself.

"Now that the bastard is gone, and the two little ones, I can deal with you. Aw you are an adorable little elfling." Eyonel said smiling at the child. "If only you weren't an elf. Its not your fault or anything its just old memories…" she paused for a while. "Before we were married, we didn't even know that the other was even alive. I was from Rohan and he was form somewhere in the south. When he came to Rohan he joined up with the wild men. He came to Rohan because he swore to kill all who killed his family." The infant made a small sound. "What who killed them you ask? Well there was this group elves. I don't know who started it but as far as I can tell elves are a peaceful race, so my bet is that his family started it. Anyway that's pretty much why he hates elves." Eyonel looked out in the distance of the wood that surrounded their home. "What is to become of you? I can't protect you forever, and I don't think that these… wild men that I live with are going to see you as I do. Well one thing I want to know is why or who would leave you alone like this in the middle of nowhere?"