I OWN NAUGHT!
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Arginett: And here comes the… sixth? Chapter!
EmpressArginett; for those of you who have actually found the interest to read this far into my story, I thank you! I shall be inserting quite a few characters into the story now, some of them OCs, and some of them canon. I hope you enjoy the newest installment of
"Arginett; Your Friendly Neighborhood Mercenary!"
Arginett: hey, that's me!1^^^
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Aragorn PoV;
I can't say I was thrilled when I heard that the rangers had been invited back into the council of Elrond. I was happy to have and excuse to finally meet my sister's apprentice, but the rangers are… obnoxious. I wasn't too worried; I was more troubled by the fact that Arginett had sent me a warning. Not a thread, but a letter telling me to 'be wary of Cecelia'. I was puzzled, but not too focused on the note. I knew that she couldn't be dangerous- not in the physical way that Arginett id, at least. I was more focused on the rest of the note, which mentioned the person she had sent it with; Logan. Arginett had dropped him off here at my camp with the note she had given him so that… I'm not sure why, actually. When it comes to my older sister, I'm never sure.
The only problems I have with Arginett's husband is that he has an unnatural healing power that enables him to hold down unreasonable amounts of wine without even getting the slightest bit tipsy. Thus, drinking contests between him and Gimli are rapidly depleting our beer supply. While I was despairing over this, I heard a knock on the wooden pole above my tent's door. Speak of the devil; Logan had come into my tent. Although he is almost a head shorter than I am, it always feels like I'm looking up to him. He radiates the same old, wise aura that mu sister does, but not as much of the dangerous aura. He is a formidable opponent;, and I doubt even I could take him in a fight- though the fact that Arginett can beat him in two seconds flat if she needs to doesn't bolster my ego all the much.
"Do you need something, Logan?" I queried. He grinned, which is always disconcerting, "Etta and her friends have arrived." I was confused, but then a foot soldier- Andy! That was his name- "My king, the rangers are within five minutes of arriving." I looked at Logan, who smiled and tapped his nose; I should have known that he would have smelled them coming before we even saw them. His nose is another thing that is ridiculously well developed. I wonder if ill survive this encounter with my sister; I never know which will be my last, even if Margeret is there to mellow Arginett down.
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Normal PoV;
After Logan told Aragorn about Arginett's arrival, he went to the front of the camp to wait for them. When they slowly entered to camp, his wife was having a loud argument with Lunatia.
"But he's so infuriating! How can anyone act so pompous without being struck by the horrible vengeance of the mighty karma?" Arginett sighed, "I don't know, Tia; I've always managed to do it. We have to go, as I'd like to know what's happening in the world, as well as insert my opinion into the decisions. Just ignore the guy, and maybe he won't bug you."
Lunatia realized that there was no point in arguing with Arginett, so she decided to ride ahead with Omri and pout. When she saw Legolas stepping out of his tent, her face brightened up considerably and, once she dismounted, she ran over and hug-tackled him. When Arginett groaned at her 'childish' behavior, Lunatia stuck her tongue out at her, and she started talking to Legolas.
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Cecelia PoV;
When I saw Lunatia run up and glomp the elf-guy, I was about ready to run over to a bush and throw up. I was very pleased that Arginett didn't do stuff like that; I couldn't bear the embarrassment if she did. But, as fate hates me, she leaped off of her horse and glomped a small dude standing in the front of the camp. That's when I went and threw up In a bush. Once I sorted myself out, I walked over to Margeret and asked her about the ridiculous women.
"Lunatia is married to the man she's talking to; Legolas." She sort of spat the name at me, and I subtly wiped my face as she continued in a nicer tone, "And my Mother is hugging Logan, her husband." I noticed that she didn't call 'Logan' her dad, but I decided to ask Omri later' Omri is pretty much the only one here without mental issues. Then a guy that I had thought I would never see again walked over to Arginett and Logan.
"What are you doing here!"
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Arginett PoV;
I looked from Cecelia to Aragorn, who happened to be the one she was yelling at. He was staring back at my student with horror. I giggled, "You two know each other?" As soon as I stopped talking, their looks of shock turned to glares.
"He tried to put me in jail!"
Aragorn got that indignant look of his-I see it quite often, you know- and narrowed his eyes at her. "She threw a rock at my head!" As Cece spluttered, the rest of us were looking on in amusement.
*Flashback*
"Mister, watch out" a young Cecelia shouted to a man in the market. One of the nastier thieves in the district was sneaking behind him. As the man she had yelled at looked around for the source of the warning, she picked up a stone and hurled it at the mugger. It went wide, rebounded off of the man who she was trying to protect, and hit her original target. Both fell to the ground, clutching their foreheads. The victim got up quickly, and walked over to her. "Young lady, I have half a mind to get you arrested for assaulting me." She tried to explain, but when he wouldn't listen, she scampered off into the shadows.
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I started laughing as soon as the story was finished, and soon both Aragorn and Cecelia started to glare at me, instead of each other. But then I realized something, "Hey, Ar?" I asked innocently.
He Nodded, "What, Etta?"
"Is that how you got that scar on your forehead?" He paled, realizing what that meant. He nodded again, "Yes. I'm sorry?" He said, pretty pathetically. I growled, stepped forward, and then dragged him off to the edge of the camp, preparing to give him an earful.
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Cecelia PoV;
After Arginett dragged the guy off, I went to her friends for an explanation, and this is what I got;
"Well, the guy you were just yelling at is Arginett's younger brother, and the true heir or Gondor." After they got me to calm down and stop squealing, they continued. "He came back to her mansion one day with his forehead all bloody, and he told her a tale of chivalrous adventures that he had had, giving him a small head injury. She just sent him off when she had finished cleaning his head up, and he went to everyone he knows, telling them that he had gotten the scar in a fight with his sister, that he claimed to have won. Of course, Arginett disproved that story, but he was pretty smug for the whole time he had the story circulating and believed. Arginett is most likely telling him off and smacking him repeatedly, and then she'll come back to introduce you to him.
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Aragorn PoV;
I was angry with Arginett for no telling me who her apprentice was, but I still owed her some reprieve from my badgering because of the incident, so I'll leave her alone for now.
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Margeret PoV;
After we arrived in the camp, we had virtually nothing to do until the council meeting, and that isn't until the end of the week. I've been tutoring mom's apprentice in the more academic art of languages. My mother doesn't know too many of the mythical languages-she focused more on the language of animals and beasts- so she asked me to teach Cecelia Elvish, dwarves, and Entish. The last on- Entish- is really not required, bit I get the feeling that my mom wants us to be occupied while she goes around gathering her 'army'. She won't tell me what this army is, but she claims that it will ensure our survival in the war she feels is coming. Anyway, almost every day she has come up to me and asked me to tutor Cecelia for a while, and when I answer with a yes or a nod of my head, she'll disappear foe a few hours, while I attempt to teach Cecelia the language of the elves. She's rather horrible at it. Actually, I could go up to her and say "You have a watermelon in your pants" and she'd reply with, "no thanks; I don't like dolphin meat." It's really pathetic, but the girl is quite amusing in some random ways. I head her asking Omri why I did not like Legolas, and so when Omri decided not to tell her, I did.
Oh, dear readers, I forgot to tell you all; Legolas is the man I refer to as 'my sire.' Because Lunatia and Legolas are more acceptable as husband and wife, they were allowed to get married. Anyway, when I told Cecelia that Logan wasn't my real father she nodded- as if she had already known. She's mush more observant than you would think. On another note, one of my life's goals has been reached- I have found someone that eats more that my mother. It's amazing how much she eats without growing at all. Speaking of tutoring, Cecelia is still working with Lunatia on her daggery, and she's progressing fast. The only problem is that Cecelia isn't strong enough to hold even the lightest sword, so she has to work with a dagger until she is. She isn't going to start magic until my mother deems her ready, and that won't be for a while yet. At the moment, she's stuck with learning history and basics. As I was trying to get her to pronounce 'balrog' correctly- she just can't get it- a loud, shrieking cry echoed through the air. As I looked up, I say what my mother had been doing for the past few days.
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EmpressArginett; Tada! Not that long of a chapter, but I had to cut it off or it would be way longer. Next chapter, we see what 'army' Arginett's been gathering for the past few days. What could it be? Mysterious, huh? Right. I want to have a Logan PoV, but I just can't get into the mood for his speech patterns or dry wit, and so I have to do without.
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