A/N: I have officially broken my writers block. *throws confetti* It is a
known fact that if you stare at Aragorn long enough it will cure ALL
writers block!
For all who are reading this, a reviewer (god bless her) pointed out that
only 50 years had passed and Ana is not 70, she's about 50. I didn't
realize that my fingers hit the wrong number...so sorry for the
misunderstanding... I went back and changed it so don't worry! ^^
Orli: Haha! You need to type more carefully!
Me: Oh shut up.
Orli: I'm not going to! Nyah nyah!
Me: Anyhow, I am taking certain liberties with the characters (in this chappy, there's a short thing about a leggy-arwen romance). So, flamers, go away.
*Disclaimer: I own: Fanya, her mom, dad, siblings, horse, and life. Tolkien owns: *lists every person, place, and thing in Middle Earth* *gasps for breath* Oh...and he owns himself.
Super thanks to my beta, Ardonelle Celebrindal!
Chapter 16:
Faint noises of movement brought Legolas back to the real world the next morning. He ignored it, and drifted back into slumber.
When he fully awoke, about a half hour before the sun would rise, judging by the light.
He sat up and stretched, expecting to see the sleeping form of Fanya next to him where it had lain the night before, but she wasn't there.
He twisted his body trying to see his surroundings, but even with his sharp eyes, in the dim light he could see nothing or no one; just the outline of trees and bushes.
What if she was attacked? What if she had been kidnapped by orcs? By men?
But that was almost impossible. No, very impossible. I am an elf. I would have heard if she had been kidnapped! Orcs are too loud, and men smell too bad. There was no sign of any struggle, just of the light footfalls of Fanya. He crouched low to the ground and tried to trace where she had gone.
There was a set of footprints that led to where the packs were, and then next to his own horse. Then they disappeared, and the only prints were of her horse galloping away.
So she wasn't taken away by some mindless band of orcs. There was really only one reasonable reason...she had left intentionally.
But why? Why had she left so suddenly? Was it something he had said last night? What had driven her to abandon him before a serious relationship could develop?
He would just have to answer that question later, as he still had business to attend to.
-~*^*~-~*^*~-~*^*~-~*^*~-~*^*~-
20 days of hard riding soon brought Legolas into a state of sheer exhaustion. When he finally rode down into the valley and entered the city he almost fell off his horse, ready to crawl into a comfy bed and sleep.
A loud 'shhhh!' and a soft giggle came from somewhere to his left. His eyes wandered to the side and he noticed a ranger and an elf maiden practically on top of each other on a bench in the wood.
The ranger, Aragorn was a tall man with shoulder-length dark brown hair, usually a mass of knots and tangles. He normally wore the clothing of a ranger, breeches, a tunic, cloak, and several layers of needless leather, along with a sword, maybe a dagger attached to his body here and there. But now he was wearing much cleaner outfit of a simple dark material. He quickly composed himself (Legolas could have sworn he saw him blush) and stood up. "Legolas, mae govannen, mellonamin. Sut naa lle?" he asked after a short embrace.
"Quel, sut nae lle omenta yassen i'Umdomiel?*"
"Saiquel," Aragorn muttered before changing the subject. "Tell me, how did your travels fair?"
Legolas stopped himself before answering a lie. "Mellonamin*, I would rather speak of this later, privately."
"Very well, mellon*," he replied with a short nod of understanding.
"Come, Legolas Thrandulion*, I will show you to your quarters, since you look as if you could collapse here and now." Said the Undomiel, standing up and approaching the two of them.
He nodded and murmured a word of thanks to his horse, then following Arwen while Aragorn led his horse to the stables.
"Your arrival has been anticipated for nearly two weeks," Arwen said, trying to strike up a conversation with the fatigued elf. She could tell there was something different with him, but could not put her finger on it. "I would greatly like to know what kept you." She prompted him.
"I was...delayed." Legolas answered in almost a whisper.
"But pray tell, what delayed you?" she inquired. But after a long silence, she added softly, "or who..."
She saw his eyes flicker in memory, and she knew. "Ya naa re?*" Arwen whispered.
"Re naa vanima tar nausa, e'dolamin. Re aa'na peredhil, nan're na ner Tanya amin antamin...*" he said after a brief pause.
"Lle naa lantien mela,*" Arwen breathed.
"Uma, namin...*"
They reached the door to Legolas' room. Arwen stood in shock after hearing such fair words spoken from the mouth of her friend who had always been so easygoing in front of her. Who was this elf, no, half elf that he had fallen in love with? All these questions would have to be answered later.
Legolas gave her a short head bow while muttering "Diolla lle,*" and entered his rather large room for a guest.
Without even removing his boots, he collapsed onto his bed and drifted into immediate slumber.
-~^*^~-~^*^~-~^*^~-~^*^~-~^*^~-
Feeling fully refreshed and recovered the next morning; he crawled off the welcoming bed and into the adjacent bathroom. In it was a very large tub full of steamy water. He gratefully peeled off his clothing and sunk into the bath, feeling the warm water work wonders on his aching muscles. He picked up the bar of soap that was resting on the edge of the tub and started to scrub off all the dirt and grime that he had acquired over the past month of traveling.
'Being clean only feels this good after a long orc raid...' he thought to himself as he stepped out of the now-cooling water and dried himself off.
Running a comb through his damp hair he decided not to do anything with it, and let it do it's own thing for a while. After all, what hurt would it do? Elves never have bad hair days!
He pulled on a silver tunic and darker colored breeches that he noticed had been left out for him by a servant, probably. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he finally realized how beautifully decorated this room was. There were flowers and such hung on the walls, which were a lovely orange- tan color, which was extremely comforting. Here and there was a painting of elves or nature on the wall, and there was a balcony that connected to other rooms. After quite a long time of just standing around looking at the room, and practically doing nothing, he coaxed himself out of the beautiful room.
He wandered up and down the hallways, amazed at the detail and intricacy of everything there. He had been to Rivendell before, yes, but that had been when he was young and carefree. He also had plenty of a distraction to make him pay no attention at all to what was around him.
Ah...the distraction nearly 2000 years ago was approaching him from a hallway to the right of him.
"Quel amrun*, Arwen," he said to her, bowing slightly.
"Quel amrun, Legolas," she replied. He waited for her to catch up with him, and walked beside her. She was still as beautiful as she was 2000 years ago; the long raven hair, the enchanting gray eyes, the graceful smile...it all brought fond memories of mischief and excitement. Yet it also brought memories of love, and of passion.
For when the two met, they instantly liked each other. Even at a mere age of 500, the two were sneaking around with Arwen's twin brother's Elladan and Elrohir, causing mischief and mayhem around the palace. Later on in their life though, When the two elves were about 1000 years old, Legolas traveled with his father to Rivendell on business. How he had pleaded and pleaded to go with him, for he wanted to see Arwen and Elladan and Elrohir again; to have as much fun as he did last time he was there. His father had at first said 'no', but after much persuasion, Legolas managed to worm his way into the trip.
As soon as Legolas and his father had entered the gates of Rivendell, Arwen had rushed out to greet them.
What he had beheld that day was amazing. Arwen was no longer an elfling, but almost a fully developed woman. She had been beautiful when she was young, but now she had surpassed ethereal.
She threw her arms around Legolas' neck when he dismounted and he somehow was instantly smitten with her.
A month passed, which contained many nights alone in the woods, walking, talking and kissing. Lord Elrond and King Thranduil both seemed oblivious; tending to their own businesses and staying in their own little world.
The night before Legolas was supposed to leave Arwen and Legolas took it a bit further. Had anyone walked into Arwen's room, they would have found two sleeping elves, naked, and entwined in each others arms.
Yet the love that had blossomed was short lived, and in the blink of an eye it was over. Legolas tried his best to stay away from Rivendell, for he feared it would damage his friendship with Arwen further.
But now he was here, In Rivendell for unknown purposes, walking alongside his former lover.
-~^*^~-~^*^~-~^*^~-~^*^~-~^*^~-
They walked in silence as each of the elves recalled their short relationship in their memories...the sweetness and the bitterness of it all was overwhelming, yet none of them regretted it.
The two entered the dining hall and Legolas instantly registered one thing: It wasn't just elves eating breakfast.
There were humans, like Aragorn who had approached them and snaked his arm around Arwen's waist (much to the displeasure of Elrond).
And there were dwarves; Illuvatar knows what they're doing here.
Also there were short little curly-haired creatures, halflings. Two of them were making their way up and down a table full of food, stuffing their faces, and taking quite a long time at the mushrooms.
Legolas walked over to the food table and took a small wafer of Lembas for both him and Arwen. He quickly walked back to Arwen, handed her the Lembas and retreated out of the hall.
Thinking about a previous relationship was a bad idea. It only made him think of Fanya. Not that he didn't want to, it's just he always questioned their relationship when he thought of her. 'I'll practice archery...that'll take my mind off of everything...' he concluded. He received a few curious stares as he jogged back through the twists and turns of the palace back to his room to fetch his weaponry, including his twin blades.
Fifteen minutes later, he stepped onto the archery pitch. He whipped an arrow out of his quiver, strung it in his bow and let go. It hit the bulls- eye. Arrow after arrow flew until he had none left in his quiver.
A noise distracted him, just as he was about to fetch his arrows. "Is it just a coincidence that you have managed to create the letter 'f' with all of your arrows?"
Legolas turned to meet Aragorn behind him, staring at the target. He too, in turn looked at the target with his friend, and indeed, he had managed to form the letter 'f' with all of his elven crafted, yellow feathered arrows. After muttering something incomprehensible to Aragorn he stepped out to retrieve the lot of them.
"Mellonamin," said Aragorn teasingly, "What has been so distracting that the greatest archer of Mirkwood would loose enough concentration to miss the bulls eye almost every time, and create one of the most least important letter of the alphabet."
"No reason...really..." Legolas replied, shoving all of the arrows into the quiver.
"Legolas, I know you too well. This has something to do with a girl, doesn't it." Estel accused.
"No..." Legolas said before staring at the floor. "Alright yes." He blurted after a pause.
"I knew it!" the human managed a smug face before continuing. "After all that you said about her last night, I would only need to guess who!"
"You heard me?"
"Of course I heard you!"
"But why couldn't me or Arwen hear you approaching.
"You two were off in your little world..." Aragorn shrugged.
Legolas strung his quiver again and fired. "I still can't believe that you heard me." He said after quite a few minutes of silence. "I mean, I trust Arwen to keep it a secret, but you? You're human! You're bound to tell someone!"
"Hey! I'm offended!" Aragorn said, pretending to be so. "Anyways. I'm more elf than human. I was raised here, you know. Not with my kin." He replied.
"You may be..." Legolas said offhandedly, "But I can still whoop you in a sword fight."
Aragorn grinned. "You're on!"
A/N: So sorry for the delay...again... but I had almost no time to write but during math class, and I have guests from Germany here, and the school quarter is finishing up and ya... A lot. Not really much to say here, but thanks for all the reviews that I got! You kept me going!
Translations: Mae Govannen, mellonamin, sut naa lle?: Well met, my friend, how are you?
Quel, sut nae lle yassen omenta i'Undomiel: Good, how was your meeting with the Evenstar?
Saiquel: Very good
Mellonamin: My friend (Mellon means 'friend', but you all know that!)
Legolas Thrandulion: Well, Thranduil is Leggy's father, so adding the 'ion' to the end of his name would make him 'legolas son of thranduil'
Ya naa re?: Who is she?
Re naa vanima tar nausa, e'dolamin. Re aa'na peredhil, nan're na ner Tanya amin antamin...: She is beautiful beyone imagination, in my mine. She may be halfelven, but she is more than I could ever want.
Lle naa lantien mela: You are falling in love
Uma, namin: Yes, I am.
Quel Amrun: Good morning. Review Responses:
Ardonelle Celebrindal: Thankyouthankyouthankyou for beta-ing!! Hope you liked it! I'm glad that you thought that the dream was good, because it took me a lot of time to write!
Elerrina: YOU ARE SO SMART. I didn't think that anyone would catch that! ^^ Brownies for you! *passes brownies* It was pretty long, I guess, for a short-chapter person like me, but on the other hand, this one's WAY longer! ^^ Thanks!
Mechal: Thank you!
Kellyn Smith: Thanks a lot! I always love reviews from new readers!
Darkness eternal: I'm glad you liked it!
a.k.y.c.: Yes, Ana is Fanya's little sis. Thanks for reviewing, and I'll be sure to email you whenever I update!
Harmony99: You're another smart reviewer! Thanks for catching that, I went back and fixed my little mistake. *whoops!* Thanks for the review!
Digital-tiffany: I can always count on your reviews to make me smile! ^^
Inweofnargothrond: Yes, I know it needs some distinguishing features that should distinguish it. (lol) Any ideas? I'd appreciate if you'd email me, because I'm fresh out of ideas! And the dictionary I have says that 'peredhil' means 'half elf' so, that's what I'm going for, though I did hear it once in the usage of a hobbit. Thanks!
:D: Oh no problem, I understand. There are plenty of Tolkien fanatics out there that like to criticize, and I had quite some fun responding to NHOI's reviews! (if you know what I mean) I don't blame you for recommending my story to her (if you did), but the fact that you told her about it makes me smile! Thanks a bunch!
Feanen: Thanks!
Greeneyes616: Thank you! I'm glad you like my notes; I try and have fun!
A/N: Again, thankies for the reviews! I got 11 this time! ^^ I took a bit of freedom with Arwen's character, and the fact that she and leggy were once in love, because I KNOW that that didn't really happen! Don't bug me about it!!!
Orli: Haha! You need to type more carefully!
Me: Oh shut up.
Orli: I'm not going to! Nyah nyah!
Me: Anyhow, I am taking certain liberties with the characters (in this chappy, there's a short thing about a leggy-arwen romance). So, flamers, go away.
*Disclaimer: I own: Fanya, her mom, dad, siblings, horse, and life. Tolkien owns: *lists every person, place, and thing in Middle Earth* *gasps for breath* Oh...and he owns himself.
Super thanks to my beta, Ardonelle Celebrindal!
Chapter 16:
Faint noises of movement brought Legolas back to the real world the next morning. He ignored it, and drifted back into slumber.
When he fully awoke, about a half hour before the sun would rise, judging by the light.
He sat up and stretched, expecting to see the sleeping form of Fanya next to him where it had lain the night before, but she wasn't there.
He twisted his body trying to see his surroundings, but even with his sharp eyes, in the dim light he could see nothing or no one; just the outline of trees and bushes.
What if she was attacked? What if she had been kidnapped by orcs? By men?
But that was almost impossible. No, very impossible. I am an elf. I would have heard if she had been kidnapped! Orcs are too loud, and men smell too bad. There was no sign of any struggle, just of the light footfalls of Fanya. He crouched low to the ground and tried to trace where she had gone.
There was a set of footprints that led to where the packs were, and then next to his own horse. Then they disappeared, and the only prints were of her horse galloping away.
So she wasn't taken away by some mindless band of orcs. There was really only one reasonable reason...she had left intentionally.
But why? Why had she left so suddenly? Was it something he had said last night? What had driven her to abandon him before a serious relationship could develop?
He would just have to answer that question later, as he still had business to attend to.
-~*^*~-~*^*~-~*^*~-~*^*~-~*^*~-
20 days of hard riding soon brought Legolas into a state of sheer exhaustion. When he finally rode down into the valley and entered the city he almost fell off his horse, ready to crawl into a comfy bed and sleep.
A loud 'shhhh!' and a soft giggle came from somewhere to his left. His eyes wandered to the side and he noticed a ranger and an elf maiden practically on top of each other on a bench in the wood.
The ranger, Aragorn was a tall man with shoulder-length dark brown hair, usually a mass of knots and tangles. He normally wore the clothing of a ranger, breeches, a tunic, cloak, and several layers of needless leather, along with a sword, maybe a dagger attached to his body here and there. But now he was wearing much cleaner outfit of a simple dark material. He quickly composed himself (Legolas could have sworn he saw him blush) and stood up. "Legolas, mae govannen, mellonamin. Sut naa lle?" he asked after a short embrace.
"Quel, sut nae lle omenta yassen i'Umdomiel?*"
"Saiquel," Aragorn muttered before changing the subject. "Tell me, how did your travels fair?"
Legolas stopped himself before answering a lie. "Mellonamin*, I would rather speak of this later, privately."
"Very well, mellon*," he replied with a short nod of understanding.
"Come, Legolas Thrandulion*, I will show you to your quarters, since you look as if you could collapse here and now." Said the Undomiel, standing up and approaching the two of them.
He nodded and murmured a word of thanks to his horse, then following Arwen while Aragorn led his horse to the stables.
"Your arrival has been anticipated for nearly two weeks," Arwen said, trying to strike up a conversation with the fatigued elf. She could tell there was something different with him, but could not put her finger on it. "I would greatly like to know what kept you." She prompted him.
"I was...delayed." Legolas answered in almost a whisper.
"But pray tell, what delayed you?" she inquired. But after a long silence, she added softly, "or who..."
She saw his eyes flicker in memory, and she knew. "Ya naa re?*" Arwen whispered.
"Re naa vanima tar nausa, e'dolamin. Re aa'na peredhil, nan're na ner Tanya amin antamin...*" he said after a brief pause.
"Lle naa lantien mela,*" Arwen breathed.
"Uma, namin...*"
They reached the door to Legolas' room. Arwen stood in shock after hearing such fair words spoken from the mouth of her friend who had always been so easygoing in front of her. Who was this elf, no, half elf that he had fallen in love with? All these questions would have to be answered later.
Legolas gave her a short head bow while muttering "Diolla lle,*" and entered his rather large room for a guest.
Without even removing his boots, he collapsed onto his bed and drifted into immediate slumber.
-~^*^~-~^*^~-~^*^~-~^*^~-~^*^~-
Feeling fully refreshed and recovered the next morning; he crawled off the welcoming bed and into the adjacent bathroom. In it was a very large tub full of steamy water. He gratefully peeled off his clothing and sunk into the bath, feeling the warm water work wonders on his aching muscles. He picked up the bar of soap that was resting on the edge of the tub and started to scrub off all the dirt and grime that he had acquired over the past month of traveling.
'Being clean only feels this good after a long orc raid...' he thought to himself as he stepped out of the now-cooling water and dried himself off.
Running a comb through his damp hair he decided not to do anything with it, and let it do it's own thing for a while. After all, what hurt would it do? Elves never have bad hair days!
He pulled on a silver tunic and darker colored breeches that he noticed had been left out for him by a servant, probably. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he finally realized how beautifully decorated this room was. There were flowers and such hung on the walls, which were a lovely orange- tan color, which was extremely comforting. Here and there was a painting of elves or nature on the wall, and there was a balcony that connected to other rooms. After quite a long time of just standing around looking at the room, and practically doing nothing, he coaxed himself out of the beautiful room.
He wandered up and down the hallways, amazed at the detail and intricacy of everything there. He had been to Rivendell before, yes, but that had been when he was young and carefree. He also had plenty of a distraction to make him pay no attention at all to what was around him.
Ah...the distraction nearly 2000 years ago was approaching him from a hallway to the right of him.
"Quel amrun*, Arwen," he said to her, bowing slightly.
"Quel amrun, Legolas," she replied. He waited for her to catch up with him, and walked beside her. She was still as beautiful as she was 2000 years ago; the long raven hair, the enchanting gray eyes, the graceful smile...it all brought fond memories of mischief and excitement. Yet it also brought memories of love, and of passion.
For when the two met, they instantly liked each other. Even at a mere age of 500, the two were sneaking around with Arwen's twin brother's Elladan and Elrohir, causing mischief and mayhem around the palace. Later on in their life though, When the two elves were about 1000 years old, Legolas traveled with his father to Rivendell on business. How he had pleaded and pleaded to go with him, for he wanted to see Arwen and Elladan and Elrohir again; to have as much fun as he did last time he was there. His father had at first said 'no', but after much persuasion, Legolas managed to worm his way into the trip.
As soon as Legolas and his father had entered the gates of Rivendell, Arwen had rushed out to greet them.
What he had beheld that day was amazing. Arwen was no longer an elfling, but almost a fully developed woman. She had been beautiful when she was young, but now she had surpassed ethereal.
She threw her arms around Legolas' neck when he dismounted and he somehow was instantly smitten with her.
A month passed, which contained many nights alone in the woods, walking, talking and kissing. Lord Elrond and King Thranduil both seemed oblivious; tending to their own businesses and staying in their own little world.
The night before Legolas was supposed to leave Arwen and Legolas took it a bit further. Had anyone walked into Arwen's room, they would have found two sleeping elves, naked, and entwined in each others arms.
Yet the love that had blossomed was short lived, and in the blink of an eye it was over. Legolas tried his best to stay away from Rivendell, for he feared it would damage his friendship with Arwen further.
But now he was here, In Rivendell for unknown purposes, walking alongside his former lover.
-~^*^~-~^*^~-~^*^~-~^*^~-~^*^~-
They walked in silence as each of the elves recalled their short relationship in their memories...the sweetness and the bitterness of it all was overwhelming, yet none of them regretted it.
The two entered the dining hall and Legolas instantly registered one thing: It wasn't just elves eating breakfast.
There were humans, like Aragorn who had approached them and snaked his arm around Arwen's waist (much to the displeasure of Elrond).
And there were dwarves; Illuvatar knows what they're doing here.
Also there were short little curly-haired creatures, halflings. Two of them were making their way up and down a table full of food, stuffing their faces, and taking quite a long time at the mushrooms.
Legolas walked over to the food table and took a small wafer of Lembas for both him and Arwen. He quickly walked back to Arwen, handed her the Lembas and retreated out of the hall.
Thinking about a previous relationship was a bad idea. It only made him think of Fanya. Not that he didn't want to, it's just he always questioned their relationship when he thought of her. 'I'll practice archery...that'll take my mind off of everything...' he concluded. He received a few curious stares as he jogged back through the twists and turns of the palace back to his room to fetch his weaponry, including his twin blades.
Fifteen minutes later, he stepped onto the archery pitch. He whipped an arrow out of his quiver, strung it in his bow and let go. It hit the bulls- eye. Arrow after arrow flew until he had none left in his quiver.
A noise distracted him, just as he was about to fetch his arrows. "Is it just a coincidence that you have managed to create the letter 'f' with all of your arrows?"
Legolas turned to meet Aragorn behind him, staring at the target. He too, in turn looked at the target with his friend, and indeed, he had managed to form the letter 'f' with all of his elven crafted, yellow feathered arrows. After muttering something incomprehensible to Aragorn he stepped out to retrieve the lot of them.
"Mellonamin," said Aragorn teasingly, "What has been so distracting that the greatest archer of Mirkwood would loose enough concentration to miss the bulls eye almost every time, and create one of the most least important letter of the alphabet."
"No reason...really..." Legolas replied, shoving all of the arrows into the quiver.
"Legolas, I know you too well. This has something to do with a girl, doesn't it." Estel accused.
"No..." Legolas said before staring at the floor. "Alright yes." He blurted after a pause.
"I knew it!" the human managed a smug face before continuing. "After all that you said about her last night, I would only need to guess who!"
"You heard me?"
"Of course I heard you!"
"But why couldn't me or Arwen hear you approaching.
"You two were off in your little world..." Aragorn shrugged.
Legolas strung his quiver again and fired. "I still can't believe that you heard me." He said after quite a few minutes of silence. "I mean, I trust Arwen to keep it a secret, but you? You're human! You're bound to tell someone!"
"Hey! I'm offended!" Aragorn said, pretending to be so. "Anyways. I'm more elf than human. I was raised here, you know. Not with my kin." He replied.
"You may be..." Legolas said offhandedly, "But I can still whoop you in a sword fight."
Aragorn grinned. "You're on!"
A/N: So sorry for the delay...again... but I had almost no time to write but during math class, and I have guests from Germany here, and the school quarter is finishing up and ya... A lot. Not really much to say here, but thanks for all the reviews that I got! You kept me going!
Translations: Mae Govannen, mellonamin, sut naa lle?: Well met, my friend, how are you?
Quel, sut nae lle yassen omenta i'Undomiel: Good, how was your meeting with the Evenstar?
Saiquel: Very good
Mellonamin: My friend (Mellon means 'friend', but you all know that!)
Legolas Thrandulion: Well, Thranduil is Leggy's father, so adding the 'ion' to the end of his name would make him 'legolas son of thranduil'
Ya naa re?: Who is she?
Re naa vanima tar nausa, e'dolamin. Re aa'na peredhil, nan're na ner Tanya amin antamin...: She is beautiful beyone imagination, in my mine. She may be halfelven, but she is more than I could ever want.
Lle naa lantien mela: You are falling in love
Uma, namin: Yes, I am.
Quel Amrun: Good morning. Review Responses:
Ardonelle Celebrindal: Thankyouthankyouthankyou for beta-ing!! Hope you liked it! I'm glad that you thought that the dream was good, because it took me a lot of time to write!
Elerrina: YOU ARE SO SMART. I didn't think that anyone would catch that! ^^ Brownies for you! *passes brownies* It was pretty long, I guess, for a short-chapter person like me, but on the other hand, this one's WAY longer! ^^ Thanks!
Mechal: Thank you!
Kellyn Smith: Thanks a lot! I always love reviews from new readers!
Darkness eternal: I'm glad you liked it!
a.k.y.c.: Yes, Ana is Fanya's little sis. Thanks for reviewing, and I'll be sure to email you whenever I update!
Harmony99: You're another smart reviewer! Thanks for catching that, I went back and fixed my little mistake. *whoops!* Thanks for the review!
Digital-tiffany: I can always count on your reviews to make me smile! ^^
Inweofnargothrond: Yes, I know it needs some distinguishing features that should distinguish it. (lol) Any ideas? I'd appreciate if you'd email me, because I'm fresh out of ideas! And the dictionary I have says that 'peredhil' means 'half elf' so, that's what I'm going for, though I did hear it once in the usage of a hobbit. Thanks!
:D: Oh no problem, I understand. There are plenty of Tolkien fanatics out there that like to criticize, and I had quite some fun responding to NHOI's reviews! (if you know what I mean) I don't blame you for recommending my story to her (if you did), but the fact that you told her about it makes me smile! Thanks a bunch!
Feanen: Thanks!
Greeneyes616: Thank you! I'm glad you like my notes; I try and have fun!
A/N: Again, thankies for the reviews! I got 11 this time! ^^ I took a bit of freedom with Arwen's character, and the fact that she and leggy were once in love, because I KNOW that that didn't really happen! Don't bug me about it!!!
