A/N: I don't know why but I really want to write another chapter now, only
a day after I posted my last! I hope you all are appreciating this effort
I'm making. Ooh! I wonder what I'll write next? No wait . . . Nah, actually
I'll say the thank yous to all who have reviewed after I get this chappy
done.
*claps hands happily*
Disclaimer: Lotr (the movie and the book *sigh) is not under any sort/type of possession of myself, my affiliates or my legions of evil penguins.
*is not so happy no more*
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Title: A Place Of Her Own
Chapter: A Peripatetic
Rating: *sigh* Do I really need to go over this again?
Summary: How about I do a summary for this chapter here? But then, that'll give the whole chapter away so I won't. Plus, you get some insight through the title of the chapter so. *shrugs* I think from now on, I'll only bother with the Title and Chapter thingy.
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Nat yawned and looked around, finding Boromir hunched over and still watching the woods.
"You sleep while I make breakfast, you look like you need it," she told him and went about building up a fire from last night's coals.
Boromir smiled gratefully, lay down and closed his eyes. Nat picked up the cloak he had thrown over her and her brother the previous night and offered it to him.
"Thanks, but I'm ok. Your brother still sleeps."
Nat shrugged and let it fall back over Thom's shoulders.
Ten minutes later she had a fire going warmly.
Nat stole another look at Boromir to check if he was completely asleep. Poking him gently, she realized the man had indeed stayed up all night to watch over them. She smiled gently.
"Ah well, if life gives you lemons, take Life by the balls, squeeze and ask 'What else you got?'" she giggled to herself, and then added in a whisper, "Sorry, Boromir, but my brother's safety comes first. Always."
She took a look in his saddlebags and found some of his left over rations. She separated a quarter to leave behind for him and put the rest back into the saddlebags. She then cast her eyes over the man's few possessions.
"Hmm, a horn? Strange, but no I think . . . sword? No, too big. Ah, I'll take that, thank you very much," she picked out a dagger and tied the scabbard to her waist, "Hmm, a map!" She took out the yellowed map and studied it intently.
She traced the road they had taken for the last week, the East-West Road. It came from a town called Bree to the west. She'd be damned if she headed back. Wait . . .
"This map isn't right. There's no town called Bree near the city. There is no city marked here!" she whispered to herself but shrugged. She was going east and hopefully that part of the map would be correct, she cast her eyes down on the map again.
She must be at the 'Last Bridge' since this seemed to be the only river on the map. So then, about a day away, she presumed was a forest which would take a week to get through walking, she mused, judging the distances on the paper.
Then a ford and she would come to a place called Rivendell.
"Rivendell?" she puzzled. Maybe Boromir was part of some underground gang and this map was for their different hideaways. She shook herself then, stop dreaming up meaningless impossibilities.
Boromir rolled over and Nat stiffened. Time to get going.
Glancing back she stuffed the map down her shirt and went to her brother, shaking him gently.
"Thom, wake up and be very quiet, ok?"
"Nat?" he mumbled.
"Shh, a man's here but he's sleeping. We need to get away from him, ok?"
"Ok, Nat." Thom told her, completely trusting his older sister as he always had.
Thomas climbed onto his sister's offered back and Nat took him to where Boromir's horse had been tied up.
"Quickly," she hurried him.
When Thom was securely on the saddle she jumped once, twice and then swung her leg over the horse, nearly falling off the other side. She grabbed around Thom to the horse's mane and it whinnied.
"Shhh!" she told it and untied its rein from the nearby branch. She used her knees to guide it into the right position and tried to get it to move forward.
"Go, you stupid horse!" she hissed.
Needless to say, it didn't move.
Thom looked at his sister and patted the horse.
"Come on, horse. We need to get going," he told it and bounced a bit on its back.
The horse started forward.
"Nice going, bro," Nat congratulated her brother before looking back to make sure Boromir hadn't awakened. He hadn't.
She left him there asleep in the sun, his sword still in its scabbard and his large shield by his side holding his rations. His mouth open and snoring loudly, his arms tight around him and his cloak folded gently beside his head.
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When Boromir awoke around midday the first thing he noticed was that his horse was gone. The second thing he noticed was the absence of the young woman Nat and her brother.
He restrained himself from swearing too loudly.
Boromir sighed and stood up.
He walked over to the river and placed his canteen in it, letting it fill up with the river's sweet drink. Capping it he went back to assess his situation.
"No horse . . . but at least she left me some breakfast," he said to himself, picking up the food and munching on it thoughtfully. He'd need it today. "But she took the dagger by brother lent me! He won't be too happy when I return . . ." He smiled at the thought.
After a few minutes of chewing the stale bread, he shrugged to himself and headed back to the road. He'd catch up to them soon enough - it wasn't as if he could do anything else, they had his map. The only map that he had that led the way to one of the wisest of the elves, Lord Elrond of Rivendell.
He had a quest, and he was going to finish it, even if that woman was going to be so determined to ruin it all for him.
He began by setting one foot in front of the other, getting into a rhythm that would carry him for most of the day.
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At midday, Nat and her brother could be found sitting by one of the many streams they had crossed, eating some lunch.
"That was fun, Nat," began her brother when he'd finished wolfing down his lunch.
He waited for a response but Nat was staring back down the road.
"I like horses. I think they're much faster than when you have to carry me. Do you think we can keep this horse? I would like to. He comes in very handy. Unless we have to give the horse back to that man."
The horse whisked its tail from where it was grazing but that was the only movement in sight. There was no wind, which was strange, but Nat didn't seem to have been worried by it so neither was Thomas.
"Why do you keep looking back, Nat?"
"No reason," came a soft voice from Nat's lips. It wasn't like his sister.
"Nat?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are you ok?"
"Yes. But we'd better get going soon in case that man decides to follow us."
Thom nodded to himself. That was more like Nat, confidently giving orders to him to get moving.
Nat picked her brother up and placed him gently on the horse. She hated the bloody horse. Couldn't stand the way it shuffled along, swaying, threatening to dump her to either side if she didn't hang on. If it wasn't for Thom, she doubted she would have kept on going on that thing. But she needed it to carry Thom.
For a moment she stood by the horse ready to throw her leg over.
"Nat?" said her brother, nervously.
"Don't worry I'm getting on, just wait a minute."
"Nat? There's someone coming,"
"What?" Nat swung around and saw the smudge of Boromir trudging towards them. Boromir hadn't seen them yet but Nat, in her panic swung onto the horse quickly, grabbing the reins and urging the horse forward. The horse sprung into a run nearly immediately, and they raced down the road, kicking up the dust behind them.
Nat held grimly onto the reins and dug her knees deeply into the horse's ribs.
"Yah!" she yelled at it, trying to make it go faster. She feared the man's wrath if he ever caught her and her brother, she remembered the way his sword had gleamed the previous night and the way his eyes had glinted with something inside. A battle lust.
Boromir looked up to the sound of hoof beats and saw Thom looking back over Nat's shoulder. Boromir smiled, he was catching up and he'd disturbed them during lunch, perhaps they'd left something there.
He hurried up to where he hoped they had stopped and found the saddlebags, full of his rations but no map. He groaned. He'd have let them have the horse if only he'd had the map. The wench must have it on her.
He was rapidly losing patience with them but resolutely turned back to the road; following after Nat's hastily, vanishing back.
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For the next week, Nat kept the horse moving, allowing only a few hours of rest at most. Sometimes, she would relent and slow down only to look behind them on the crest of a hill and see a dark figure in the distance moving doggedly towards them.
Thom would sleep and lean on Nat's chest in the afternoons. The forest was dark and warm and Nat used it to hide from Boromir often. She'd often go off the road for hours at a time and continue parallel to the road, through the forest. Hoping that maybe Boromir would pass them or give up if he couldn't see them but each day she feared for her brother's life and continued on.
The horse was beginning to show weariness and when it faltered Nat would dismount and water it slowly, and then continue, leading it by the nose to the east.
On the fifth day they emerged from the forest to come to the ford. They quickly made their way across and Nat hauled on the horse's reins. It stopped gratefully and lowered its head to drink the water.
It screamed.
Nat hurried over to the rearing horse, trying to calm it down. She led it away quickly and tied it to a nearby tree. Then she went back to the river's edge to look down into the water. The rotting corpse of a black mare stared up at her with its empty eye sockets. The fish were darting around it and bits of ravaged flesh drifted with the water's movement.
Nat looked away, disgusted, from the gruesome sight.
She went back to Thom.
"We can't drink this water, it's dirty." His face looked crestfallen but he nodded.
Nat untied the horse from the tree and lifted her brother back into the saddle.
"Come on, we'll push on. I was hoping to stop here for camp but it looks like we can squeeze in a few more hours and get to this Rivendell place just after dark. How's that?"
"Ok, Nat," replied her brother, weakly. He looked sick. Nat patted him on the back, hoping he hadn't drunk any of the water and tried to comfort him before moving to the front and leading the steed into the woods north east towards Rivendell.
Minutes later, Boromir emerged from the trees and frowned distastefully at the dead horse. He hurried onwards and nearly fell over when he realized that Nat and Thom were not too far away. He stealthily circled around them and saw as they passed the tears on Thom's face and the determined look on Nat's.
"Nat, can we stop? Please, Nat," said the young boy.
"Not now, he's close, I know. We can't stop or he'll catch us."
"If he catches us, will he be mad?"
"Very."
"Because we stole his horse?"
"Yes."
"Why did we take his horse?"
"Because we needed to get away quickly, and I couldn't be sure if he was very nice."
"Is he nice?"
"I don't know, Thom."
"Could we ask him?"
Boromir smiled at the child's simplicity, he knew nothing of the world. The boy Thom was innocent but his sister . . .
"We can't, because he might be not nice."
. . . Loved her brother.
Boromir sighed and got ready to jump out at them and claim his map.
"Is it very far to Rivendell?" asked Thom.
"Not far, we should reach it tonight."
Boromir stopped himself. What use is scaring the innocents anyway? He would follow them to Rivendell and explain himself there. Hopefully, they knew how to read a map. If they hadn't gotten there by tomorrow, he'd have to take the map by force and work out his bearings.
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The sun had set by the time Nat and Thom had entered a valley hidden between the two rivers. Thom had fallen asleep and lay across the horse. His sister held onto him with one hand, half holding him onto the horse, half for her own stability. The horse had gone lame a few ks back and leaned heavily to its right.
Nat looked up to the tall trees around her and admired them but then she stumbled and nearly fell so her eyes went back to the uneven and treacherous ground.
She came to something hard in front of her. Someone was in her way . . .
She looked up into the clearest turquoise eyes she's ever seen.
"Who are you?" the lips moved.
"Nat . . . and my brother Thom," she murmured.
She didn't get anymore out, her body fell limp and the elven guard caught her swiftly.
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A/N: Okies, that's all for now, that's over 2000 words for you to read and not another chappy until the weekend or so, probably. Later maybe, it depends on withere my creative juices are still flowing. Also, that little thing called 'Go!' down the bottom? That's what you press to help my creative juices going, it helps you to REVIEW. You know about that, don't you? Reviews are the best thing for a hungry left side of the brain (or is it right? I never pay that much attention in science).
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Oh yes, my THANKIES!
Angelic Pyro: Thanks, you were my first review! Yay! Thank you so much for the support.
F h c: Action is coming, I promise! I'm glad you liked it, I wasn't sure if I was getting the right mood across or not.
Levanna: Thanks! The plot, spelling and grammar are one of the things I've promised myself not to let slip, I hate stories that rae just liek, yeah. I was feeling a bit dark on the first chappy, but it'll all come good!
Keeper Of The Dreams: I will! I want this to become of those really long, but good stories. Like Broken and A Girl Named Jack (a friend of mine's). And I'm going to finish it off very nicely, too . . .
Queenieb: "lyrical" - thanks. I'm using that quote to annoy one of my friends to know end who thinks I can't write a decent story. :D Thanks for the review!
LalaithoftheBruinen: Huggles to you! Am updating!!!
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Videl-14: Thanks, I hate people whp cn't spell or don't look over there work for typos. ;) Will check for review!
Alina11: Teehee, you like dark haired elf twins? I like 'em even better wet! Teehee . . . Thanks for the insight. And don't worry. I will.
StrawberryChick: Here's two!
Priestess Of Anubis: next? Oh no! That'd be giving away spoiler! Can't be doing that! Well, I'll say that she'll always stick by her brother. Howzat?
Hyper-Elf: Thanks! I was going for deep and I'm glad I got away with it! Thanks for the supportive review!
Sugaricing: I know someone like that too, but she's got everything she could ever want. I was kind of angry at them for doing so many bad things to themselves at the time when I wrote the first chapter. I'm ok now though of course! Thanks for the review!
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Title: A Place Of Her Own
Chapter: A Peripatetic
Rating: *sigh* Do I really need to go over this again?
Summary: How about I do a summary for this chapter here? But then, that'll give the whole chapter away so I won't. Plus, you get some insight through the title of the chapter so. *shrugs* I think from now on, I'll only bother with the Title and Chapter thingy.
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Nat yawned and looked around, finding Boromir hunched over and still watching the woods.
"You sleep while I make breakfast, you look like you need it," she told him and went about building up a fire from last night's coals.
Boromir smiled gratefully, lay down and closed his eyes. Nat picked up the cloak he had thrown over her and her brother the previous night and offered it to him.
"Thanks, but I'm ok. Your brother still sleeps."
Nat shrugged and let it fall back over Thom's shoulders.
Ten minutes later she had a fire going warmly.
Nat stole another look at Boromir to check if he was completely asleep. Poking him gently, she realized the man had indeed stayed up all night to watch over them. She smiled gently.
"Ah well, if life gives you lemons, take Life by the balls, squeeze and ask 'What else you got?'" she giggled to herself, and then added in a whisper, "Sorry, Boromir, but my brother's safety comes first. Always."
She took a look in his saddlebags and found some of his left over rations. She separated a quarter to leave behind for him and put the rest back into the saddlebags. She then cast her eyes over the man's few possessions.
"Hmm, a horn? Strange, but no I think . . . sword? No, too big. Ah, I'll take that, thank you very much," she picked out a dagger and tied the scabbard to her waist, "Hmm, a map!" She took out the yellowed map and studied it intently.
She traced the road they had taken for the last week, the East-West Road. It came from a town called Bree to the west. She'd be damned if she headed back. Wait . . .
"This map isn't right. There's no town called Bree near the city. There is no city marked here!" she whispered to herself but shrugged. She was going east and hopefully that part of the map would be correct, she cast her eyes down on the map again.
She must be at the 'Last Bridge' since this seemed to be the only river on the map. So then, about a day away, she presumed was a forest which would take a week to get through walking, she mused, judging the distances on the paper.
Then a ford and she would come to a place called Rivendell.
"Rivendell?" she puzzled. Maybe Boromir was part of some underground gang and this map was for their different hideaways. She shook herself then, stop dreaming up meaningless impossibilities.
Boromir rolled over and Nat stiffened. Time to get going.
Glancing back she stuffed the map down her shirt and went to her brother, shaking him gently.
"Thom, wake up and be very quiet, ok?"
"Nat?" he mumbled.
"Shh, a man's here but he's sleeping. We need to get away from him, ok?"
"Ok, Nat." Thom told her, completely trusting his older sister as he always had.
Thomas climbed onto his sister's offered back and Nat took him to where Boromir's horse had been tied up.
"Quickly," she hurried him.
When Thom was securely on the saddle she jumped once, twice and then swung her leg over the horse, nearly falling off the other side. She grabbed around Thom to the horse's mane and it whinnied.
"Shhh!" she told it and untied its rein from the nearby branch. She used her knees to guide it into the right position and tried to get it to move forward.
"Go, you stupid horse!" she hissed.
Needless to say, it didn't move.
Thom looked at his sister and patted the horse.
"Come on, horse. We need to get going," he told it and bounced a bit on its back.
The horse started forward.
"Nice going, bro," Nat congratulated her brother before looking back to make sure Boromir hadn't awakened. He hadn't.
She left him there asleep in the sun, his sword still in its scabbard and his large shield by his side holding his rations. His mouth open and snoring loudly, his arms tight around him and his cloak folded gently beside his head.
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When Boromir awoke around midday the first thing he noticed was that his horse was gone. The second thing he noticed was the absence of the young woman Nat and her brother.
He restrained himself from swearing too loudly.
Boromir sighed and stood up.
He walked over to the river and placed his canteen in it, letting it fill up with the river's sweet drink. Capping it he went back to assess his situation.
"No horse . . . but at least she left me some breakfast," he said to himself, picking up the food and munching on it thoughtfully. He'd need it today. "But she took the dagger by brother lent me! He won't be too happy when I return . . ." He smiled at the thought.
After a few minutes of chewing the stale bread, he shrugged to himself and headed back to the road. He'd catch up to them soon enough - it wasn't as if he could do anything else, they had his map. The only map that he had that led the way to one of the wisest of the elves, Lord Elrond of Rivendell.
He had a quest, and he was going to finish it, even if that woman was going to be so determined to ruin it all for him.
He began by setting one foot in front of the other, getting into a rhythm that would carry him for most of the day.
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At midday, Nat and her brother could be found sitting by one of the many streams they had crossed, eating some lunch.
"That was fun, Nat," began her brother when he'd finished wolfing down his lunch.
He waited for a response but Nat was staring back down the road.
"I like horses. I think they're much faster than when you have to carry me. Do you think we can keep this horse? I would like to. He comes in very handy. Unless we have to give the horse back to that man."
The horse whisked its tail from where it was grazing but that was the only movement in sight. There was no wind, which was strange, but Nat didn't seem to have been worried by it so neither was Thomas.
"Why do you keep looking back, Nat?"
"No reason," came a soft voice from Nat's lips. It wasn't like his sister.
"Nat?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are you ok?"
"Yes. But we'd better get going soon in case that man decides to follow us."
Thom nodded to himself. That was more like Nat, confidently giving orders to him to get moving.
Nat picked her brother up and placed him gently on the horse. She hated the bloody horse. Couldn't stand the way it shuffled along, swaying, threatening to dump her to either side if she didn't hang on. If it wasn't for Thom, she doubted she would have kept on going on that thing. But she needed it to carry Thom.
For a moment she stood by the horse ready to throw her leg over.
"Nat?" said her brother, nervously.
"Don't worry I'm getting on, just wait a minute."
"Nat? There's someone coming,"
"What?" Nat swung around and saw the smudge of Boromir trudging towards them. Boromir hadn't seen them yet but Nat, in her panic swung onto the horse quickly, grabbing the reins and urging the horse forward. The horse sprung into a run nearly immediately, and they raced down the road, kicking up the dust behind them.
Nat held grimly onto the reins and dug her knees deeply into the horse's ribs.
"Yah!" she yelled at it, trying to make it go faster. She feared the man's wrath if he ever caught her and her brother, she remembered the way his sword had gleamed the previous night and the way his eyes had glinted with something inside. A battle lust.
Boromir looked up to the sound of hoof beats and saw Thom looking back over Nat's shoulder. Boromir smiled, he was catching up and he'd disturbed them during lunch, perhaps they'd left something there.
He hurried up to where he hoped they had stopped and found the saddlebags, full of his rations but no map. He groaned. He'd have let them have the horse if only he'd had the map. The wench must have it on her.
He was rapidly losing patience with them but resolutely turned back to the road; following after Nat's hastily, vanishing back.
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For the next week, Nat kept the horse moving, allowing only a few hours of rest at most. Sometimes, she would relent and slow down only to look behind them on the crest of a hill and see a dark figure in the distance moving doggedly towards them.
Thom would sleep and lean on Nat's chest in the afternoons. The forest was dark and warm and Nat used it to hide from Boromir often. She'd often go off the road for hours at a time and continue parallel to the road, through the forest. Hoping that maybe Boromir would pass them or give up if he couldn't see them but each day she feared for her brother's life and continued on.
The horse was beginning to show weariness and when it faltered Nat would dismount and water it slowly, and then continue, leading it by the nose to the east.
On the fifth day they emerged from the forest to come to the ford. They quickly made their way across and Nat hauled on the horse's reins. It stopped gratefully and lowered its head to drink the water.
It screamed.
Nat hurried over to the rearing horse, trying to calm it down. She led it away quickly and tied it to a nearby tree. Then she went back to the river's edge to look down into the water. The rotting corpse of a black mare stared up at her with its empty eye sockets. The fish were darting around it and bits of ravaged flesh drifted with the water's movement.
Nat looked away, disgusted, from the gruesome sight.
She went back to Thom.
"We can't drink this water, it's dirty." His face looked crestfallen but he nodded.
Nat untied the horse from the tree and lifted her brother back into the saddle.
"Come on, we'll push on. I was hoping to stop here for camp but it looks like we can squeeze in a few more hours and get to this Rivendell place just after dark. How's that?"
"Ok, Nat," replied her brother, weakly. He looked sick. Nat patted him on the back, hoping he hadn't drunk any of the water and tried to comfort him before moving to the front and leading the steed into the woods north east towards Rivendell.
Minutes later, Boromir emerged from the trees and frowned distastefully at the dead horse. He hurried onwards and nearly fell over when he realized that Nat and Thom were not too far away. He stealthily circled around them and saw as they passed the tears on Thom's face and the determined look on Nat's.
"Nat, can we stop? Please, Nat," said the young boy.
"Not now, he's close, I know. We can't stop or he'll catch us."
"If he catches us, will he be mad?"
"Very."
"Because we stole his horse?"
"Yes."
"Why did we take his horse?"
"Because we needed to get away quickly, and I couldn't be sure if he was very nice."
"Is he nice?"
"I don't know, Thom."
"Could we ask him?"
Boromir smiled at the child's simplicity, he knew nothing of the world. The boy Thom was innocent but his sister . . .
"We can't, because he might be not nice."
. . . Loved her brother.
Boromir sighed and got ready to jump out at them and claim his map.
"Is it very far to Rivendell?" asked Thom.
"Not far, we should reach it tonight."
Boromir stopped himself. What use is scaring the innocents anyway? He would follow them to Rivendell and explain himself there. Hopefully, they knew how to read a map. If they hadn't gotten there by tomorrow, he'd have to take the map by force and work out his bearings.
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The sun had set by the time Nat and Thom had entered a valley hidden between the two rivers. Thom had fallen asleep and lay across the horse. His sister held onto him with one hand, half holding him onto the horse, half for her own stability. The horse had gone lame a few ks back and leaned heavily to its right.
Nat looked up to the tall trees around her and admired them but then she stumbled and nearly fell so her eyes went back to the uneven and treacherous ground.
She came to something hard in front of her. Someone was in her way . . .
She looked up into the clearest turquoise eyes she's ever seen.
"Who are you?" the lips moved.
"Nat . . . and my brother Thom," she murmured.
She didn't get anymore out, her body fell limp and the elven guard caught her swiftly.
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A/N: Okies, that's all for now, that's over 2000 words for you to read and not another chappy until the weekend or so, probably. Later maybe, it depends on withere my creative juices are still flowing. Also, that little thing called 'Go!' down the bottom? That's what you press to help my creative juices going, it helps you to REVIEW. You know about that, don't you? Reviews are the best thing for a hungry left side of the brain (or is it right? I never pay that much attention in science).
You know what to do!
Oh yes, my THANKIES!
Angelic Pyro: Thanks, you were my first review! Yay! Thank you so much for the support.
F h c: Action is coming, I promise! I'm glad you liked it, I wasn't sure if I was getting the right mood across or not.
Levanna: Thanks! The plot, spelling and grammar are one of the things I've promised myself not to let slip, I hate stories that rae just liek, yeah. I was feeling a bit dark on the first chappy, but it'll all come good!
Keeper Of The Dreams: I will! I want this to become of those really long, but good stories. Like Broken and A Girl Named Jack (a friend of mine's). And I'm going to finish it off very nicely, too . . .
Queenieb: "lyrical" - thanks. I'm using that quote to annoy one of my friends to know end who thinks I can't write a decent story. :D Thanks for the review!
LalaithoftheBruinen: Huggles to you! Am updating!!!
Lady Melanie2: Thanks and I will!
Videl-14: Thanks, I hate people whp cn't spell or don't look over there work for typos. ;) Will check for review!
Alina11: Teehee, you like dark haired elf twins? I like 'em even better wet! Teehee . . . Thanks for the insight. And don't worry. I will.
StrawberryChick: Here's two!
Priestess Of Anubis: next? Oh no! That'd be giving away spoiler! Can't be doing that! Well, I'll say that she'll always stick by her brother. Howzat?
Hyper-Elf: Thanks! I was going for deep and I'm glad I got away with it! Thanks for the supportive review!
Sugaricing: I know someone like that too, but she's got everything she could ever want. I was kind of angry at them for doing so many bad things to themselves at the time when I wrote the first chapter. I'm ok now though of course! Thanks for the review!
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