Author's Note: Well, school is back in for me so I will have less time to update. I'll try to update though, so if I start to disappear, you all have permission to nag me!!!

Ah yes, I need some help from you readers. There are many courses this story could take and I'd like to get an idea of what you guys want to see. So please, review and tell me where you would like this story to go. Do you want romance between Alagi and someone or not? Where should she go once, and if, she is able to fly? Stuff like that. Please review to tell me your opinions!!!

hahazinsanity*: woohoo! you've made my day! too much homework from school -ahh my poor back- and more stuff to study for the decathalon -ahh my poor head!- thanks for the smiles after suffering from wild uncontrollable classmates for goodness knows for how long! hehehe.. the elves are simply hilarious! they sound like me and my friends when we have sweets! and i say pyro was mentally unstable. nice chapter! remy and john plushies for you! ^^

I'm glad that the Elves made you laugh. Unfortunately, I to am in the school boat now, so soon I'll be ranting about homework as well. *sigh* Pyro may be mentally unstable, but he's so awesome when he is!

Fuji the Hobbit: This is coming along great! sorry I haven't reviewed for a while but I haven't been on the computer for a while. Anywho what I was wondering is how come the twins didn't go over and talk to Alagi because surely they would have noticed someone with wings and had gone over to at least meet them. Update soon Luv Fuji ^_^

Thanks for the comment! Elrohir and Elladan did not greet Alagi at the feast because they were to busy talking to Arwen, as mentioned in the chapter below.

saiyan-girl-cheetah: This was a nice chapter^_^ I found some grammar mistakes here and there but it was still a good warming up to chapter to the next one^_^
Keep it up! Check ya later CAtz!

*sheepish look* Yeah…about that. Sometimes I'm so excited to put these chapters up that I don't go back and look over the text. Hopefully that will disappear as the story grows.

Lady Light: Does she meet the twins or does she just look at them from a distance?

She only sees them from a distance. Read on though.

Disclaimer: The disclaimer was stabbed with the Witchking's blade.

Chapter Nine: Twins

By Dameon

I woke up the next morning to laughter passing my door. I stayed in bed, enjoying the warmth of the blankets, trying to remember the dream that I had last night until I remembered Elvish lessons with Arwen. I was late by the looks of the shadows passing through the windows.

I bolted out of bed, cramming on a gray tunic and white leggings. Jamming my shoes on, I sprinted out the door and down the hall. Belatedly I realized that I had put my shoes on the wrong feet. I couldn't stop now, especially since I was nearing the first turn.

I grabbed onto the corner pillar to make the turn, and managed not to slip. I passed two elves who laughed at me. I was nearing the library and made the last turn when I ran into a body with an audible thud and landed on the floor.

"Ow," I groaned audibly, rubbing my back, which had cracked from the shock of the impact. I then noticed the Elf I had run into and immediately got up and helped him up. "Glorfindel, I'm really, REALLY sorry!"

The Elf lord slowly rose, despite my help and also rubbed his back. "Alagi, pray tell me why you were *running* through the halls."

I gulped. "Uh, I overslept and I'm late for lessons with Arwen. I am really sorry Glorfindel. Did I hurt you?"

"Not badly," Glorfindel shook his head. He looked me square in the face and dealt the lecture I had felt coming. "Alagi, running in the halls without looking where you are going is exceedingly dangerous and can severely harm some one and yoursElf. You must learn to be more careful and to get to your lessons on time."

I hung my head in shame and answered quietly, "Yes Glorfindel. I will look where I'm going next time."

Satisfied with this answer, Glorfindel sighed, "Do not run through the halls anymore Alagi. Now get to your lessons."

Walking swiftly away from the annoyed Elf lord, I walked in a fast pace the rest of the way to the library only to find a servant Elf waiting for me, informing me that Arwen would not be available to teach me today and that I was to amuse myself however I wished.

Scowling at the irony of the whole situation, I switched my shoes to the right feet and amused myself by collecting some paper to draw on. As I was scouting for an ink bottle, I noticed the dark blue of an Elf's robes and suddenly the dream I had last night came back to me.

The dream included several people, considerably older then me, battling another person. One of the people was a woman with long white hair and dark skin, flying in the air without the aid of wings and throwing lightning. The second person had blue hair shaped in an odd fashion with three metal claws popping out of his hands. The only person I remembered after that was the person the first two were fighting. This person was also in the air and was dressed in red and purple, with a round helmet on his head. He had his hand stretched out as if commanding something, but I couldn't remember what.

Dressing slowly, I tried to recall as much detail of the people as I could. Determined to try to draw these people, I hurried to and empty desk after finally finding and ink bottle. I drew till lunch, getting down the hardest person first, the man with the claws. I drew his hair in the style he wore it, flared over both ears and with sideburns. I also drew his square face and heavy eyebrows as best as I could, but my drawing still didn't look right. I added the eyes, narrowed and glaring. The long, cruel metal claws I drew almost perfectly, and I felt myself swell with pride.

An Elf came up behind me and said politely, "It is time for lunch."

I looked up, surprised that it was lunch time already. I nodded my thanks and signed my name on my drawing. No one would touch my things, so I left them there. Lunch was light, many items being served being leftovers from the feast last night. Most of us were still full from the feast last night though, and did not mind munching on simply cheese, fruit, and bread.

Toting a piece of cheese, I trotted off to Elrond after lunch, swinging my right arm. I barely noticed the cast these days, and Megiltura had disregarded it when teaching me to fight with a sword. He said that practicing with a sword would help strengthen it.

Elrond was not in, and after waiting around for a few minutes, I left. I went back to the library and collected my, as predicted, untouched stuff. I didn't feel like drawing anymore, and I decided to go down to the river.

The argument about the Bruinen river last night had given me a desire to see the river, the place I crashed into. It was a beautiful sunny day, with puffy white clouds and a brilliant blue sky. There was a soft breeze, but it was no longer cold. The storm had passed completely and as I made my way outside, I saw I was not the only one to take advantage of the gorgeous weather.

Going to the river, I stopped on the top of the path and admired the Bruinen. It was a wide, awing river. The sun glinted off the surface of the water, which rushed on with a quiet gurgle. I rushed down the path, anxious to dip my hands in the water.

Several large rocks, perfect for sitting on, lined the riverbank and I scrambled on top of one. I ate the cheese I had been toting as I sat on a rock, letting the sun warm my wings. They had felt stiff as of late and the sun felt wonderful.

'If only I could fly, I would fly into the sky and sit in a tree, reading a good book in the sunshine with an apple in hand.' I suddenly felt a bout of sadness, as I felt that I should be doing something, or remembering something that I wasn't. 'Maybe I'm just restless. I feel like I have so much energy pent up inside of me that I don't know what to do with.'

My cheese finished, I sighed and carefully leaned back, making sure that I didn't crush my wings to hard. I stared into the sky, watching a bird high up in the sky fly by. I grew envious of the small creature

To clear my mind of flying, I got up and walked along the river until I came to some long reed plants. Tearing a few of the reeds free, I noticed they were strong yet pliable. Looking around, I noticed a few Elves quietly braiding the reeds together, none of them addressing me.

Stocking up on many of the reeds, I took the plants and went to a more shaded part of the river bank, where I let my feet dangle in the cold river water while I braided the reeds together. After a few minutes, I looked up and noticed that the shadows were starting to shift to afternoon and that if I wanted to make it to my sword lessons on time, without running, then I would have to leave now. Especially since I needed to drop my newly acquired reeds in my room.

As soon as I put the reeds in my room and started for the weaponry I realized that I still had a while before I needed to be at lessons. I stopped to visit Bilbo. He was writing in his book and grinning broadly.

"Hey Bilbo!" I greeted. I looked at was he was writing and saw that he was writing about the battle. "Almost done?"

"I'm getting closer my dear, closer each day!" Bilbo exclaimed, obviously excited. He stopped for a moment to cough into his handkerchief and then continued writing. "Dratted cough. I'm afraid I may be coming down with a cold."

I frowned as I looked over the old hobbit, worried for his health. "Do you want me to get Lord Elrond?"

"No, not at all!" Bilbo protested, looking up at me. "I will be perfectly fine!"

"And if your cold gets worse?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I'd seen Elrond do.

"Then I'll see Elrond," Bilbo said. I continued to stare at him until he sighed, and said, "I promise. You know, you're as bad as Gandalf sometimes!"

"Is that good?" I asked, not sure if I had been complimented or insulted.

Bilbo looked at me and laughed brightly. "Well, I suppose it depends on how you look at it!" A look of understanding crossed his face and he added, "It is meant as a good thing."

"Oh," I said simply. "Okay. Thanks." There was silence except for the scratch of Bilbo's pen before I asked, "Bilbo, do you have any blue ink that I can borrow?"

Bilbo thought for a moment, then responded. "Yes, I believe I do." He started to get up.

"Not right now," I said quickly. "Later."

"Of course," Bilbo nodded, then bent over his book.

I left, letting Bilbo to finish. He seemed anxious to and I'm sure he would be excited to talk when he was done. I made my way to the weaponry in the mean time, walking slowly and stretching my arms our before I started to use them.

When I reached the weaponry, I found that Megiltura was not around. The forge was quiet and the Swordmaster was not standing near the entrance to the storage room. Puzzled, as the Swordmaster was usually standing outside, talking to someone, I heard two voices, laughing, come from the cave, neither familiar to me.

I walked as quietly as I could to the entrance of the cave, I peeked in and saw Elrond's two sons, Elrohir and Elladan. They were not wearing mail any more but instead wore dirt brown tunics and tan leggings with black capes. They were laughing and polishing their swords.

One of the two noticed me and put down his sword, giving me a smile. "Hello."

I blushed slightly at intruding on them both and tried to remember my etiquette manners. "Hello. I'm sorry to bother you both, my lords, I thought one of you was Megiltura." I bowed to both.

The two twins looked at each other, an unrecognizable look passing between the two before they both smiled, and the one that had said hello answered, "You must be Alagi."

"Yes sir," I answered, surprised yet not surprised that they knew who I was.

"I'm Elrohir," the one you had been talking said.

"I'm Elladan," the other one introduced.

"It's nice to meet you both." Both were so alike that I wasn't able to tell the two apart. I made a mental note that at the moment, Elrohir was the one farther back and Elladan was the one closest to me.

"So how do you like Rivendell?" Elladan asked, his voice exactly like Elrohir's.

"It's wonderful," I smiled, remembering everything that had happened so far.

"This place holds many memories," Elladan nodded in agreement. "Especially of younger years."

Elrohir grinned as he picked up his sword and started polishing it again. "Yes. Did you enjoy the feast?"

"Why wouldn't I?" I replied. "There wasn't anything that wasn't good!"

Both of the twins nodded, and as they both switched to different polishing rags, Elladan asked, "We apologize for not greeting you yesterday but the night ran away from us as we talked to Arwen."

"No problem," I shrugged.

"I am guessing that Megiltura gives you defense and fighting lessons. He taught us when we were learning. Which sword do you use?" Elladan continued talking.

I stepped into the cave and almost mechanically went to the sword I used on the wall. Carefully taking it down, knowing that I would get yelled at by Megiltura if I did anything that could harm it, I slid the sword out of its sheath, glad that I had polished it yesterday.

"I use this one," I said as I unsheathed the sword. I watched as Elrohir took the blade and tested the balance, swung it in the air, and ran his fingers over the leather.

He nodded, and handed the blade back to me. "It is a good blade."

"Well, I'm pretty happy with it so far," I shrugged slightly as I resheathed the sword and hung it back up. I leaned on the back of the cave, careful to not crush my wings, and looked at the two twins. "If you're Lord Elrond's sons, then Arwen is your sister, right?"

Elladan nodded. "Yes, she is."

There was some silence before Elladan finished with his sword and put it away on his belt. He looked at me. "So, I heard that you will be flying soon."

I smiled and forgot about trying to sound polite and refined. "Oh man, I'm so excited! I can't wait to try! I know what I want to do after I can fly well."

"What is that?" Elrohir asked, also sheathing his sword.

"Explore this world!" I said proudly. "I've never seen what lies beyond Rivendell."

Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other and grinned slightly. Elrohir is the one who spoke. "That's a good goal. If you are ever in the realm of Gondor…"

"Be sure to see Minas Tirith," Elladan finished.

"It hasn't been as beautiful since the last king died," Elrohir said sadly.

Elladan nodded in agreement. "It needs a king back on the throne."

Megiltura came in at that moment, looking like he did everyday, in his uniform of gray and his hair in a bun. He bowed to the twins. "Greetings my lords. It is good to have you back from your travels."

Both twins grinned and Elrohir spoke, "Megiltura, it seems you have not changed. We were just talking to your newest student."

"Yes, of course," Megiltura nodded. He looked at me. "Are you ready to start Alagi?"

I got my sword back down again. "Yes sir."

"May we sit in on this lesson?" Elrohir asked.

I grew somewhat uneasy, knowing that they must be excellent sword fighters if Megiltura had taught them so long ago. But I didn't have the courage to say anything.

"Of course," Megiltura nodded. "Maybe you can suggest a way for Alagi to remember that it would be better to lunge with her sword foot, not her other foot."

The lesson today was somewhat harder then usual, and I made stupid mistakes throughout the lesson. After I was done, Megiltura left, saying he had to look over a sword that had to be refurbished with leather. As he was leaving, Elladan and Elrohir both jumped up from where they had been sitting, watching.

"How long have you been training?" Elrohir asked me as he took off his cloak, Elladan following him.

"About a week and a half, I think," I shrugged, wiping the sweat off my forehead. "I've lost count."

"Go ahead and rest," Elladan instructed me. "We're going to show you a few things that are useful to know."

Surprised that the two twins were actually going to show me something surprised me, and I sat down in the shade and watched as both twins unsheathed their swords. Both swords were alike down to the black leather wrapping and the green stone in the handle.

As I sat on the ground, carefully sheathing my sword and laying it on my knees, I watched as the twins got ready, shifting into battle stance, and gripping their swords.

"Now, an honorable fighter will fight fair," Elladan explained to me. "But there are many who do not have honor and will fight at any cost to win. Even if you are just defending yourself, there are a few tricks to know when fighting someone who doesn't fight fair."

The sun was setting when Elrohir eventually stopped the fighting. "It is getting late."

Now sore, I stretched and wished, not for the first time, that I could scratch the inside of my cast. Elrohir and Elladan found something amusing when I stretched and as they laughed softly, I was puzzled. "What's so funny?"

"When you stretch, your wings stretch as well, and it is amusing," Elladan laughed.

"Oh," was all I said. "I never noticed."

After putting my sword away, the three of us made our way up the trail to Rivendell. The twins left me when we reached the top of the path, saying, "Tomorrow we'll take you on the grand tour of Rivendell Alagi!"

I smiled and watched them go, then went to borrow blue ink from Bilbo, my right arm still sore. It had been a busy day, and though I thought that Elrohir and Elladan would be super polite and just as serious as every other Elf, I realized that besides Lanner and Voronwer, they were two of the liveliest Elves that I had ever met. This reassured me that I was not surrounded by seriousness.

*~*~*~*~*

Interactive Question: Remember to review and tell me what you to see in this story and where you want Alagi to go!!! Or e-mail me at my address which is on my user profile.