(*Note*: This is only part of chapter 1, so you get an idea of what's going on. I'll edit it and add more and all that later. I just wanted something to put up here. It cuts off wierd, but I'll add more edited stuff later...)
‘Eldar! Araglas!’ The screams of a young woman echoed about the halls of her Mirkwood home, as did her racing footsteps. Her brother and a friend of his had played a terrible prank on the girl, one that would haunt her and themselves for a long while - they had placed a rather large and extra hairy spider beside her pillow. Needless to say, she had a rather unpleasant awakening.
‘Do you suppose she’s found it?’ The Irish-lilted tone belonged to the friend of the brother of the girl. A broad grin was spread across the boy’s youthful features, and his deep green eyes glittered with amusement at their current predicament. His shaggy, dark brown hair was somewhat like a mop upon his head, yet it seemed to fit him splendidly enough.
‘I do believe she has, Araglas, dear brother!’ the taller of the two replied as they both skidded around a corner. This one a tall, athletic type who had no trouble keeping up their quick pace. His raven hair stopped at his shoulders, and framed handsome features - though the most unique part of this young boy was the color of his eyes. They were of the iciest, most intense bluest of blues. Because of his good looks, he took pride in his uncanny ability of ‘attraction’ among the young ladies of his home.
The footsteps of his younger twin sister drew closer and closer, and the two boys began to slow their pace as they neared the library. The green-eyed one, the one called Araglas, wheeled around into the large room, allowing his tall friend to enter after him. As the footsteps of the infuriated female drew closer, they slammed the doors behind them, only to hear pounding of fists on the door soon after.
‘It seems as if we’ve gotten ourselves into a right spot of trouble, Eldar,’ Araglas said, glancing sidelong at the taller boy. His green eyes, as always, held a glimmer of amusement as they leaned heavily on the door.
The one whom Araglas had called Eldar had suddenly taken up a look of fright, and turned around to face the door, backing up a few paces. ‘Araglas,’ he said, as the sound of a roaring fireplace could be heard on the other side of the library’s double doors. ‘Get away from the door!’
As Araglas was about to step away from the door, a quizzical expression on his fair elven face, the doors burst open, and there stood Eldar’s younger twin herself: Anariel. Her fists were covered in roaring flames, and her eyes were filled with a look of fury. Her expression was anything but the welcoming smile it normally was, and she advanced on the two boys. Araglas had been knocked to the ground by the doors and crawled away from the angered fire magelet as fast as he could.
‘N-now now, Ana! ‘Twas a mere prank!’ Eldar remarked as his fraternal twin approached him, her yellow-gold, eagle-like eyes staring as if she were making some attempt to bore a hole into her brother. ‘Stop this nonsense!’
"Nonsense?!" The young elfess roared, her hands clenching into tighter fists. ‘Nonsense?! Spiders, Eldarion Narie!’
The elf winced at the use of his full name, and backed up a step with true fear in his expression that perhaps his sister would burn him to a crisp. ‘Aiya!’ he exclaimed, jumping back as a tendril of the flames licked at his booted feet. A smirk crossed the fire magelet’s lightly tanned features, and she brushed her hands together, causing the flame to leave.
‘Serves you right, milord Narie,’ she said, flicking her deep scarlet hair over her shoulder as she strolled out, stepping over Araglas who seemed quite relieved that she was taking her leave. The green-eyed elf looked up at Eldar, a look of mild terror in his expression. ‘I’ll leave you two alone, then. S’long as no more spiders miraculously appear at my bedside. Ada and Amme want us to go tend to the horses.’
As Ana disappeared around the corner, Araglas remarked, ‘She’s gone mad!’
‘She isn’t quite stark, raving mad, Araglas,’ Eldar said, a smile evident in his tone, turning to face the window from which the light of the afternoon sun peeked. ‘Not just yet. Besides, we brought it all on ourselves, did we not?’
Araglas stood, brushing off his tunic of browns and greens. ‘I suppose w’did, but still, it was rather fun, eh?’ he remarked, grinning again. The two made their way from the library, to the entrance hall, and out into the courtyard in the direction of the stables.
A slender, rather petite-figured girl approached them from behind, her lengthy, silvery hair draped over one shoulder. Her eyes were of a surprisingly vibrant purple, and her skin was bronzed from the sun. Though it was a rather warmer than usual summer day, she wore clothes of black. ‘Morning, lads!’ she said cheerfully, walking through the two and patting them on the shoulder as she went. As she walked she pulled a leather string from her pocket and used it to tie back her lengthy hair.
‘Mornin’, Val,’ the boys replied in unison. Araglas tilted his head to look at Eldar, and he gave a mocking raise of the eyebrows, clearly suggesting something unspeakable as he glanced at Valia, grinning slyly. Eldar glared back at his friend, shaking his head. He knew what Araglas was suggesting, but made no attempt to put it into words.
‘She’s one of our best friends, Araglas,’ he mumbled, the subtle scowl still lingering in his expression. ‘Get that look off your face, would you?’
‘What if I don’ want to?’ Araglas said quietly, smiling faintly. ‘She’s a pretty young lady, Eldar. Can’t a boy dream?’
‘Augh!’ Eldar shouted, then promptly collapsed into a fit of laughter. ‘Dream about what, my dear friend?’
A blush clearly swept over Araglas’ face, and he inclined his head to try and hide it from the taller elf. He grumbled lightly and crossed his arms as he walked, looking off the other way with a disgruntled expression. ‘Not like tha’, Eldar,’ he mumbled. ‘Seems like you’re the one with...thoughts.’
Eldar’s laughter quieted to a chuckle, and he wiped a tear from his eye, shaking his head. He gave Araglas a hearty pat on the shoulder and entered the massive stable, clicking his tongue at Sparrow, his young, muscular, chocolate-brown stallion, who had stuck his head over the stall gate to greet them. A long drawn-out bugle suddenly rang from within the barn - that was Firefly, Araglas’ excitable, racing-type, red chestnut mare.
Ana, as it turned out, was already out in the stables, tidying up the stall of her grey-white steed, Arod. She peered over the gate to Arod’s stall, smirking as she spotted Eldar and Araglas approaching. Valia giggled lightly as she passed, grinning at her redheaded friend’s expression.
‘Finally got your lazy rear ends out here, did you?’ the fire magelet asked, folding her arms over the top of the gate, tilting her head at them.
‘Lazy?’ Araglas gasped dramatically, ‘stumbling’ against Firefly’s stall gate. ‘Do my ears deceive me?’ He looked at Eldar in mock disbelief, shaking his head. ‘Are you hearing this, Eldar?’
Unbeknownst to the others, Eldar had been silent for the past few minutes, working quietly around his steed. ‘Appalling,’ he replied to Araglas distractedly, rummaging through the pitchforks as he found his own and entered Sparrow’s stall. There were other things on his mind, besides being called lazy - he was quite used to that term, as it frequently spewed from Ana’s mouth.
‘Are you alright, Eldar, mellon nin?’ Valia asked from over the stall gate of Florian, her big, solid black mare. ‘You seem a might distracted this morning.’
The handsome, blue-eyed teenaged elf glanced over the gate, his expression guarded. ‘I just have the oddest feeling,’ he said, now running a brush over Sparrow’s chocolate-brown coat. ‘Ever since I woke up. It’s like something big is going to happen. Something very big.’
The others shared a worrisome glance, and from that point on they watched their friend carefully as they finished off their chores around the stables.
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