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 It's Raining Kids, Hallelujah. TA 2348
Tauriel
Posted: Aug 13 2014, 09:23 PM



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Tauriel wandered through the halls restlessly, feeling like she was looking for but not really sure what it was. Her lessons had concluded for the day, leaving her free to do as she pleased, as long as she kept out from under everyone's feet. There were plenty of people around, from servants to nobility to diplomats from far-flung places, and the King and Queen were receiving them in one of the many halls used for receiving guests. Tauriel, because she was old enough to receive lessons, wasn't included as part of the royal welcoming party, tossing her into intense lessons instead of letting her sit in on the long meetings that her new caretakers had to sit through for hours on end. Though they couldn't really be called her new caretakers. She had spent seven years in their care, slowly coming to terms with the death of her own parents, and getting used to life in the royal palace. She had been put in one of the rooms closest to the royal family, as if to acknowledge that she had been taken in by them, without suggesting that she was actually a part of them, and she was fine with that. The Queen had suggested that she move into a room closer to theirs, as befitting their ward, but she had insisted she was fine where she was, she liked her room and she didn't want to have to move again. She think she had her convinced when she told her that she had been moved around enough. And thus, she was living in the wing that usually kept guests, coming and going as she pleased without disturbing anyone. Close enough for the Queen to visit whenever she could, but not pretending like she was a part of her family. Tauriel already had a family. They just weren't there any more.

She had no shadow for the day, Legolas wasn't old enough to take part in lessons just yet, but he was old enough to know that he had something like an older sister, and he seemed to like her, though Tauriel couldn't work out why. He was with his parents, who didn't like him to be away from them for long, and while they seemed to be happy to let him trail around after Tauriel when she wasn't in lessons, she felt awkward with the tiny ellon following her around. She couldn't work out why he liked her so much. She could understand why the King and Queen were willing to take her in, her parents had been good at their job, they spent a long time in service keeping their borders safe, it was a repayment to them to take her in and keep her safe. Her Ammë told her that they did what they did to keep her safe, it made her feel selfish to get upset when they left, but in the end she was right to want them to stay.

She peered into the hall where she knew they were when she passed it by, barely opening the door wide enough to see through it with one eye before letting the door click shut again, padding away again as the voices filtered through the door. She had no idea what they were talking about. Nor would she ever, probably. That sort of thing would be reserved for little Legolas, who would be raised to sit in boring meetings. Tauriel, on the other hand, had her eyes on another goal. The Queen had laughed when she told her she wanted to join the Border Guard, and had asked her why she'd want to do the same things her parents did. To Tauriel, it seemed natural. She would take up the mantle left by her parents, protect the borders like they did, and if she got to kill orcs and spiders, that would be an added bonus. There were several that would tell her that revenge was a fool's errand, but she disagreed. There was little that would convince her otherwise. If she could spend the rest of her life getting something close to revenge for what happened to her parents, then that would be a life well spent. She'd continue their work, and leave ruling to the rulers.

She slipped out through one of the servant's doors, swiping a sticky bun from the kitchens as she went. The cook had gotten to know her habits over her seven years there, and nearly always had either sticky buns or strawberry tarts on hand, ready for when she came in with the munchies. With bun in hand, she slipped out of the palace unnoticed, dress flapping around her ankles. It would be some time before she donned the uniform of a Border Guard, and the tailors insisted on forcing her into finer materials than she would have liked, bright, leafy greens and the blue of a summer sky that she rarely saw through the canopy of leaves. This particular dress was a finely woven linen, light enough for the heavy summer heat and dyed a light green. It wasn't too bad, as dresses went, the sleeves were tight and stopped at her wrists, the skirt was wide enough for the elleth's long stride, or for if she decided to run, but it was still a dress. She still would have preferred a tunic and leggings. But that was an argument for another day.

Her hair stuck to the back of her neck with the heat, and she looked around her furtively as she finished her bun, darting towards the treeline. She shouldn't be out there. While the spiders wouldn't dare come so close to the home of the wood elves, there were other dangers that she was aware of, but didn't really care about. She was at an age where she thought she was invincible, she had never had so much freedom so she was abusing it as much as possible. This included climbing trees just beyond the treeline. She'd be hauled back later when one of the Border Guard caught her where she shouldn't be.

With the bun and the worst of the stickiness gone, she headed straight for her favourite climbing tree, hopping lightly onto one of the lowest branches and swinging up nimbly, her hands reaching for branches as her feet left the previous one. It was exhilarating to swing through the trees, to gauge whether or not a branch would take her weight and take the chance anyway, feeling a surge of triumph when it did. From the first tree, she moved to the second quickly, enjoying the feeling of air rushing past her as she swung through the trees. It helped to cool her down somewhat, even when the exertion heated her up. After jumping through a couple of trees, she headed upwards, pushing through dense leaves to break through the canopy, poking her head out and looking up at the clear sky.

Moments like these were rare, when she was able to sneak out and get a look without getting caught straight away, and the breeze that pushed loose hair off her face felt amazing. The butterflies were her favourite part, fluttering close to the leaves. They tickled her skin, and she giggled when they crawled over her arms. With the breeze, the heat of the midday sun overhead wasn't too bad, and she simply basked there for a few minutes, enjoying the peace and the breeze, holding her hand up as butterflies lighted there for seconds before flying off again, and she could almost feel her ears twitch as she heard sound below her. The panic that gripped her suddenly melted away again when she realised that it was voices, talking.

She swung back down again, a little disappointed to be leaving the breeze and the sunshine behind, and climbed back through the branches slowly, looking whoever was passing through. Elves. She didn't recognize them, several had dark hair. There were a few dark haired elves in the Greenwood, but most were varying shades of blonde or red. Hers was one of the brighter shades. She hadn't realised she was so tired, until she noticed her own arms shaking with the effort of her exertions. Maybe it was time to head back. After this group had passed by. She had no idea how many there were, but she felt like she shouldn't let them see her out here. Just in case it got her into trouble.

Of course, her arms had other ideas. She had come to a stop some distance above them, hands wrapped around a branch in front of her as she leaned forward, watching the group walk past underneath her. Her arms decided that this was a good time to get so tired they simply had to stop working, and the next thing she knew, she had lost her balance, her grip on the branch slipping with the sudden lack of weight on them, and she grasped at thin air as she dropped. She didn't have time to be surprised or scared, one minute she was leaning on a branch, the next thing she knew her arms felt funny and she was dropping through the trees, hitting a couple of branches on her way down and landing on some poor ellon who happened to be walking underneath her at the wrong time.

Her shriek of surprise echoed through the woods long after she had shut herself up, and she wriggled to get off her victim as soon as she worked out she wasn't falling any more. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her hair had bits of twig and leaves sticking out of it, and she had a feeling she was going to have an impressive bruise on her back, and another on her left leg. She couldn't stand on it without it hurting. She looked up at the ellon with wide, green eyes, horrified at her own mistake, her mind telling her that she should apologize.

"Um-" She started, and stopped herself, feeling like an idiot. Um?! Her tutor would snap at her if he heard her being so inarticulate. It wasn't anything new, but that wasn't the point. "Sorry." She finally managed, the word sounding abrupt and not really sorry enough to her own ears. Her face was burning with the embarrassment. She dropped a curtsey awkwardly, trying not to put too much weight on her sore leg, just in case.
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Elladan
Posted: Aug 14 2014, 10:34 PM



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Elladan eyed the back of his twin's head suspiciously, fairly sure that Elrohir was mad at him, or at the very least, mildly irritated bordering on the digusted. It wasn't his fault. There were only so many fitting ways to entertain himself on the road while they were traveling with both their parents. Family trips were weird and he didn't particularly enjoy them, just because he always seemed to feel eyes on the back of his head at all times of the day. He'd gotten spoiled traveling with just Elrohir and Men for company. He could do whatever he liked and most of his choices tended toward the unsavory. Elrohir's disapproval he could put up with, but his mother's and father's was something else entirely, and unfortunately their parents were not of the variety that seemed to be unable to tell their children apart, had Elrohir been willing to pose as him just to stop him being so orc-shit annoying so he could escape their retinue for a while.

He hadn't wanted to go to Mirkwood in the first place, where as he understood it, there would actually be expectations concerning his dress and his behavior and who knew how many other things, and he couldn't go wandering on his own because apparently the forest wasn't safe. He'd attempted it multiple times and there was always a guard on his heels - he was thankful Glorfindel had stayed behind to govern Imladris or else he'd never get away with anything - and he'd taken to overtly flirting with him. Most of the time he avoided Elves, just for the fact that most of them seemed to think they were married once they slept together and he was not a particular fan of commitment in any sense, but he'd grown desperate and bored and caged in. Usually this sort of thing also didn't happen without alcohol but again - desperate times - a little too desperate because he must have painted a bad enough scene that Elrohir was giving him a wide berth and sticking close to their mother's side.

His legs were sore riding at this snail's pace so he'd slid from his saddle to walk for a while, his eyes focused downward on the gnarled roots stretching across their current road. He hadn't seen any ferocious beasts as of yet, and apparently they were nearing the gate, so he was in an even poorer mood for all the precautionary measures that had been taken without any noticeable reason.

No. He was not sulking.

It was in the middle of this not-sulking that he heard a snap above him, and looked up from an odd-looking orange flower with frilled petals to see a small, dark shape hurtling toward him, a glimpse of bright red not unlike the flower he'd just been eyeing, and his guard-turned-interest lunging forward, before something crashed down on top of him and his knees buckled, unprepared for the sudden weight, though his reflexes were quick enough to throw up his arms in a half-catch rather than having it land directly on his head.

He landed hard on his back as all the air was crushed out of his lungs, a small wheeze the only sound he made as the thing that was definitely not a spider thankyouverymuch scrambled off him, leaving a very nicely formed boot print in the center of his tunic. He grunted and waved Barhador off with a roll of his eyes - that would teach his mother to insist on his wearing something nice to create a good first impression - and shoved himself up on his elbows to peer at the kid that had tried to break his neck. Elladan blinked, his irritation forgotten in the distraction, and then let out a bark of incredulous laughter, "Your curtsey is worse than mine! Whoever taught you to climb trees and bow should be shot. Why are there children in the trees, isn't it supposed to be dangerous out here?" The last question was half directed at her and half at Barhador, whom he sent a meaningful glare as he hoisted himself upright. He cursed and rubbed his neck, wondering if he could suffer whiplash from falling kids and eyeing her critically. "You're tiny," he observed, reaching out to pluck a twig from her hair, "What are you doing out here?"
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Tauriel
Posted: Aug 31 2014, 05:16 PM



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She hadn't thought she had trod on him when she was scrambling off him, but the perfect print of her boot on his tunic said otherwise. She couldn't help but stare at it, dirt on fine cloth, clearly something he had been planning on wearing when Thranduil and Tuianimel met them. She didn't think it was possible to get any more embarrassed. There were other eyes on her, but she couldn't bring herself to find out who else was looking at her. She didn't want to know how big the group was, and whether or not they had all stopped to look at the sudden shower of ginger elleths who shouldn't be outside the limits of the palace.

She barely noticed him sitting up, propped up on his elbows, until his stomach heaved with his laughter, and her eyes moved back to his face. She couldn't work out whether he genuinely thought he was mocking her or whether he genuinely thought the situation was funny. Maybe it was. It was strange was adults found funny. His comment about her curtsey was received with a wry twist of her lips that could be mistaken for a smirk. "Look to my tutor, she despairs that she'll never make a lady of me." Probably because Tauriel wasn't a lady to begin with. The things that seemed to come naturally to highborn ladies were alien to her, and she hated learning it anyway. Even the harp, which she used to love. But learning the harp was something she did with her mother, and it was probably more that she didn't like learning it with her new tutor, who rapped her knuckles with a hazel switch if her fingers plucked the wrong notes, or the right notes at the wrong time, or both.

She could sense the guard looking at her, and she turned to look at him warily. Her expression dropped another couple of notches at the expression on the ellon staring back at her. He was the one that had hauled her back to her room the last time she had been caught outside, carrying her through the entire palace slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and dumping her on her bed. He must have reported to the King and Queen, since Tuianimel visited her after, to talk to her about how she was feeling. She didn't mention it outright, but Tauriel could sense it on the outskirts of the conversation, and she had felt guilty and miserable. Not enough to prevent another excursion, though.

He was giving her a Look. The kind of look that told her there'd be hell to pay later. She didn't want to find out who he'd report back to this time. Tuianimel would make her feel guilty, though chances were she'd barely say anything at all about it, but there were others that might say more. Some of those who had fought in her parent's regiment, for a start. Most of them had moved on, barely speaking to her any more unless she was right in front of them, but there were still one or two who sought her out, to find out how she was doing. They were the hard-faced ones, steel in their eyes and in their hands, who were more likely to give her a clip round the ear for her antics than the Queen was. They had known her parents best in life, sat her down and told her the bad news and offered to take over her care in death, but stood back when the King and Queen took her in instead.

She could hear the guard inform her victim that yes, it was very dangerous outside the boundaries, and it took all of her strength to stand firm under the heat of the glare he gave her, as if it was her fault that this guest was questioning how dangerous it really was out there. In a way, it was her fault, but she had no intention of admitting that. Her eyes were drawn back to the stranger as he stood up, rubbing his neck and cursing. She rarely heard anyone curse, ammë used to give atya a slap if he cursed in front of her, the kind that only sounded like it hurt but barely stung at all. Completely for show, to show her that it was wrong and not even atya could get away with it, without actually doing any damage.

She bristled at the comment about her size, standing a little straighter in the hopes that she'd look taller, and leaning away from the hand that reached out to her, pulling a twig out of her hair. It hurt to adjust her posture the way she had, and she had to take the weight off her sore leg in order to lean back, meaning her balance was completely off. She didn't stagger, but she felt like she was going to. The guard gave her a warning look, as if he felt he needed to tell her to be polite, but Tauriel didn't want this stranger touching her. Not after reminding her of how short she was, anyway. The look on the guard's face told her it wouldn't be a good idea to inform the dark-haired stranger that it was none of his business why she was out there.

"Climbing. I need to practise." The answer was short, curt, and guard didn't look impressed. She probably wasn't speaking politely enough, but her tutor hadn't prepared her for how to behave when one fell out of a tree onto a foreign lord. She didn't think her tutor would actually be able to tell her what to do in that sort of a situation. At a party, at tea or any other social gathering, certainly, but not when she was out where she shouldn't be and almost killing herself falling out of trees. I think you've had enough practise for today. You will come back to the palace with us. She didn't like the hint of a sneer behind the word practise when the guard spoke up again, nor the fact that he had told her what was going to happen rather than asking her to come back with them, but she nodded anyway, running a hand through her hair and getting stuck halfway through. A couple of leaves and flower petals fluttered to the ground when she finally freed her hand, and she looked from the stranger to the guard with an air of expectancy, as if she were waiting for them to get going again.
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Elladan
Posted: Sep 1 2014, 01:58 PM



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Elladan hadn't meant to make it seem like he was blaming Barhador for the sudden tumble, but he seemed to take it oddly personally, his air getting rather obnoxious in a strict, authoritarian sort of way toward the fiery elfling, and Elladan had to wonder if there was some kind of history between the two. Otherwise Elladan had to blame himself for giving the guard a big head with all his unseemly play. Whatever the reason, he didn't particularly appreciate the snide way he was talking, or the looks he was giving her. He supposed times of adversity really did bring out the worst sides of people - or in some cases, their true natures.

Ah well, it had been sort of fun while it lasted. Unfortunately Elladan had a short attention span especially when it came to anyone even relatively bigoted, whether it was due to race, status, or even age. Though he had been raised as the son of a lord, with all the entitlements that came along with it, he'd been taught better than that shallow view of the world, and he spent much of his time with those bereft, and he'd seen too much of the world to have the patience for anything other than kindness or at least the attempt at understanding. Elves were too serious for their own good, especially old ones like him, and he hated seeing them force that upon younger ones that just wanted a good adventure, and this one certainly wouldn't get it inside a palace.

He looked backed toward the flightless bird and smiled broadly, haphazardly brushing at the dirt on the front of his tunic and succeeding in nothing more than grinding it deeper into the fine fibers, as if to say that he really couldn't care less about the clothes, but only in making a show that he did. "Well, it sounds as if your tutor is far punished enough in having to train you as it is. I wouldn't dare end her misery, but maybe I should offer her my sympathies instead." She was a short child - short in temper and word as well as height it seemed - and Elladan could never resist prodding at obvious short fuses good naturedly when they were presented to him.

Her leg was obviously bothering her as evidenced by the way she wobbled while leaning back to avoid his hand, and he raised one brow in a sarcastic sort of way. "You most definitely do. But I suppose I can't really judge you for it. I probably fell out of a lot of trees when I was young too. Probably I have more brain damage than I give myself credit for and don't remember half of them." He grinned again then, making an obvious effort in ignoring the guard he had now deemed as too full of himself for his own good - or more accurately, the good of others - and crouched down to offer her a set of shoulders to ride on. "It's probably not a good idea to walk on that until you get it looked at. My father is the best healer in Arda, I'm sure he can fix you up in a moment, but it will be quicker if you don’t make it any worse before we catch up to him." Not that he would have listened to any of his own advice. He was famously ignorant when it came to his own well being, and she seemed she would be just as stubborn, but it was always good to try. "I'll give you a lift if you promise not to throttle me on the way for teasing you. My name is Elladan by the way, and..." he glanced upwards suspiciously, "A star might shine on the hour of our meeting, but I can't say for sure, I've never been in a forest so dense before. You must all be terribly pale here."
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