LotRs not mine. Everything else, mine.

Once Alec and Jono got disentangled, Jono invited the four girls and Greywolf inside the temple, saying he saw that they were coming and that he couldn't wait to speak with them. Arty noticed that he kept a possessive arm around Alec's waist the entire time he spoke. The Oracle's keepers ushered them inside, giving the people who weren't Alec or Jono annoyed looks. To Alec and Jono they were polite and somewhat fawning.

The inside of the temple was done in dark stone with shafts of light coming down from skylights. The ceilings were high up and difficult to see because except where the shafts of light came down, it was dark. Jono had no problems with where he was going and deftly led them through the corridors. Their footsteps seemed to echo on the stone, but at the same time were strangely muffled.

A short while later they came to a set of double doors, which Jono pushed open with a flourish.

"My private quarters," he said stepping into a well lit room.

Arty looked around the room to see that it was very large. There were tapestries on the walls and thick patterned carpets on the floors. The tapestries were of … well she wasn't sure what they were of, though one or two of them looked like they came out of Playboy. There was an entire wall devoted to books and a sectioned off corner where she could see a large canopied bed that was unmade. Large pillows were flung around the room instead of chairs and there was a low table with the remains of food- cheese and bread - on it.

Pulling Alec along with him, Jono flopped onto one of the larger pillows. He arranged Alec in such away that the smaller man was almost in his lap. There was no way, Arty noticed, that you could get away with thinking that Alec didn't belong to Jono. The other thing she noticed was that Alec didn't seem too happy about it.

The other girls didn't seem to notice anything wrong. They just squealed something about slash and how it would make such a cool fic, before sitting down on pillows around Jono. Greywolf stood, leaning against the wall, his eyes never leaving his brother. Arty sat down next to but not totally near the other three girls.

"So you were the reason my love couldn't come back home to me last night?" Jono asked. Arty translated for the girls.

"Oh! We're sorry!" Chloe said, "We didn't mean to do that."

"If we had known, we wouldn't have," Ori said.

Arty, of course, translated. Jono nodded, looking pleased as he petted Alec.

Jenny leaned forward to say, "We were wondering if you could help us! Greywolf said that you could tell us our destinies."

Jono tilted his head a little, "I could do that, yes."

Arty found herself leaning forward to catch what the Oracle would say, just like the others. She held her breath as she watched him studying the four of them, one hand playing in Alec's hair.

"But I won't. You wish to see things that can not be seen and your destinies aren't mine to tell you."

A sigh was let out of the three girls when Arty translated what Jono had said. Arty barely noticed that she sighed too. There was something tantalizing about knowing your future. And frustrating to know that someone knew it and was holding it back. Jono looked rather smug about it too.

She looked at Alec, who seemed to have fallen into a dreamy doze, and was no help and then over to Greywolf who had a frown on his face.

"So what do you suggest we do then?" Greywolf asked.

Jono shrugged, "I don't care. Take them to Zaladine or to the Elves. It's not my problem."

Arty could almost hear Greywolf's teeth grinding. The three other girls looked back and forth confused. Arty didn't bother to translate.

"Come on then," Greywolf said, almost snapping in annoyance. Arty got up and following her example, the other girls did too. Alec moved to join them, but Jono's hand kept him down.

"You and I have to talk, love," Jono said as the rest of them retreated from the Oracle's quarters.

"Now, perhaps we'll get something useful done," Greywolf said, once they were out in the sunlight again. Jenny, Ori, and Chloe made disappointed noises. They had wanted their futures read and instead the Oracle had almost laughed at them. Arty looked back at the darkness in the temple.

"What about Alec?"

"He'll be fine." Greywolf didn't sound convincing at all as he said it. Without looking back he walked down the steps and into the busy street.

"Come on!" Arty barked to the three girls. They gave a start and followed in her wake. Arty wondered what was she going to do with them, and what was going to happen to them. They were stuck in a strange new world and all that they could think about was who was going to get into Legolas' pants first. Arty shook her head.

Though looking back at them, there was a bit of uncertainty in their looks as they gazed around them. Something in their façade was cracking. She almost felt sorry for them. At least she could speak the language.

Trotting up a bit, she tugged on Greywolf's arm. "Greywolf?"

"Hrm?"

"Is there any way we could make it so that Ori and the others could speak like I do?"

Greywolf glanced back at the three girls, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "I don't know. Alec was the one who did it and even he doesn't know how he did it."

"Well can't you go back and ask him to try again?"

"He's busy. He'll join us if he's able to. Until Jono lets him go, there's nothing that can be done for your friends," he said, shrugging.

Arty wanted to say that they weren't her friends, but she didn't. "Where are we going now?"

"To where we should have gone in the first place, now that I think about it. Mystra Kindess will know where and what to do about this."

Worriedly, Arty bit her lip. "I hope so. I do."

Greywolf did hope that Mystra Kindess knew what to do with the strange girls. He didn't have time to be playing nursemaid to them. Even if they did seem strangely touched in the head. She would probably make sure he took care of them. People seemed to think that he was good at taking care of kids because of how well he raised his younger siblings. Which was a laugh, really, if they really looked at Alec. Laruna was much better off than her twin, but she always had been.

Still, he kept an eye on his little ducklings as, for some reason, he had started to think of them. They followed him like a mother duck, for certain. With that thought, he realized that he couldn't just abandon them. He was the only connection they had in this world and Alec was no help for them He barely could organize himself much less care for the four girls.

Such luck.

Greywolf knew several people who would kill to have four girls following them around and here he was thinking them as a nuisance. Shaking his head he looked back at them. Arty had joined them, she seemed to stay away from the others most of the time. At least they were almost there.

"There" was a large home built out of white stone, surrounded by a large garden. Greywolf led them up the walk way and under four tall columns that stood in front of the house, capped by a dome. Each of the four columns was a different color; one blue, one white, one orange and one red. They met up to form a swirling grayness under the cap. He gave a little hop skip to the large wooden doors and lifted up the heavy knocker before letting it drop.

It gave a dull thud.

Greywolf lifted it up again, but the door opened, stopping him from dropping it. The man who opened the door was a small mousy looking man with a sour expression on his face.

"It's you… I though it would be your brother."

"He's with the Oracle and I need to speak with mystra Kindess. It's urgent."

"You always say that."

"And it always is."

"I'm sure," the mousy man sniffed.

Greywolf gave a long-suffering sigh, "Please? I have four girls here who have no where to go and it's very important that they see her."

"Very well." The servant allowed after a significant pause. He moved aside to allow Greywolf and the girls to step inside. Greywolf heard the girls "oooh" at the interior of the house. Having been here so often he had forgotten to pay attention to the decorations on the wall. Large wooden panels were painted in such a way that they looked like you were walking through a forest of trees. The ceiling continued this wooded theme looking like the canopy of a forest, with globes of light used to light the interior. It managed to look dark and mysterious at the same time, well lit.

The next room was a bit of a disappointment after the entryway. It was large and had wood paneling that looked like wood paneling. A fireplace took up one wall, the mantle piece decorated with portraits of mystra Kindess's children. Alec was on there, Greywolf noticed.

"I guess she took his fostering seriously," he murmured to himself as he sat on one of the three leather couches in the room. The four girls were exploring it. There were large bronze urns on the sides of the room with large dried ferns in them between those were thick posts with light globes on them. On the upper part of the room were thin window that let in the sunlight. The three couches were arranged around a low table, which was in front of the fireplace.

Footsteps on hardwood floor indicated the arrival of visitors. Looking up, Greywolf saw mystra Kindess looking rather tired. She was accompanied by Kalic, the fey court ambassador.

The reaction from three of the girls was a simultaneous squeal of "Legolas!" Which left Greywolf wondering who they were talking about.

Next: Legolas?

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