//YOU DIDN'T! (I KNOW WHAT HUNTS YOU !)

Title: //YOU DIDN'T!
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LOTHIRIEL - January 24, 2010 11:14 PM (GMT)

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<b><font color=a9b3bb>tag:</font></b> Amrothos!<p>

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<b><font color=a9b3bb>length:</font></b> I dunno.</p>

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Alright, Lothiriel was ready to admit, following Ro on this journey had absolutely been a bad idea. What had she been thinking? All she knew was that the trip really wasn't as comfortable as she was expecting it to be. She was cramped in a traveling bag and was unable to breath correctly, let alone do anything else. She shifted her weight to the side, hoping to ease the pressure on her chest. Something had shifted in the back above her when they had passed over the last bend. It had thumped down on top of her, and she couldn't feel what it was for fear of letting Amrothos realize that there was someone in his pack. And she wasn't the smallest person to actually fit into a pack. She stiffled a grunt against her palm, the weight digging into one of her ribs as she shifted. Alright, this was hands down the dumbest thing that she had done in a very long time. Finally getting into a position where the weight on her chest was a little less then any other position, she paused a minute. How had she gotten into this situation?<br>
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Oh right, now she remembered. Her brother Elphir had told her that Amrothos had gotten message that there was to be a Council at the house of Elrond and that he was leaving for a long time. She hadn't liked that at all. If Ro was gone, who was going to watch over him? Not her, she couldn't go anywhere since Father was such a stickler about her traveling. So she had gone to say goodbye to Ro and try to talk him out of going. Classically, he had told her that he was going whether she wanted him to or not. Leave it to that boy to manage to drive her crazy without doing anything wrong. She understood that he had to go. It was an honor to go to the House of Elrond. But she had still burst into tears, proving herself to be the child that she really was. Lothie didn't like to think of herself as a child. But with those massive tears dripping down her cheeks she had been positive that she was still a little girl.<br>
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Ro had hugged her, told her she would be fine without him for a little while, and then he had gone to the stable to get his horse. At this point, everyone followed him or left to get their departing presents. And then Lothie had realized that there was a way to disappear with him. She had scratched her head, looked at the pack before her, and had a lightning bolt strike her mind. Lothie had never been good at actually thinking things through. When she got a thought that could potentially turn out to be an adventure, she just went ahead and did it. So it was no surprise to her when the thought struck her mind that it would be an interesting turn of events if she shoved herself into Ro's pack and traveled with him. After all, he loved her more then anyone else in their family! Why wouldn't he be thrilled to find his sister in his pack once he was a ways out of Dol Amroth?<br>
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So she had managed to squeeze herself into one of the packs. She'd even gotten Erchiron to help her. Lothie didn't really want him involved, he couldn't keep secrets or lie. But she'd managed to convince him that it would be a good idea! At least this way she could watch over Amrothos. Erchiron had never been able to say no to Lothie, so he had helped mash her body into the leather pack on Ro's second horse, and she had waved goodbye to him as he tied her into the pack. She'd assured him she could breathe. It wouldn't be a good turn of events if she didn't have any air that she could suck through the bag. And the greatest thing was that she was in the bag of clothing, so it was pretty comfortable. The first couple miles had been very comfortable, she had even fallen asleep to the horse's rocking gait. But now she was being crushed, and the motion of the horse was making her sick. But were they far enough out so that she could pop out and Ro couldn't send her home? A ball of dust puffed through one of the openings in the pack, and Lothie desperately tried to hold in her sneeze. <br>
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It didn't work so well. "ACHEW!"

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AMROTHOS - January 25, 2010 12:28 AM (GMT)

winning smile?
really, it’s either that or merely the fate of the travelling brother, because someone had to go !
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He knew the family would hate him for this. Rather, his brothers were busy doing their thing with their father – who may or may not end up going as well. Someone had to go to Rivendell. Lothie, his dear sister, was not at all pleased with the idea. She hounded him, trying to sway him, change his mind. It was such an honor, though. Be present at a Council in Lord Elrond’s house!? He could not pass such an opportunity up. Not in a million years! She was just too young to understand his travelling ways. Too young to understand that someone needed to be there. Even if he held little power, being third in line for a lovely princedom in southern Gondor. But perhaps it was a good thing he was going. He was, after all, the studious one in the family. It would, if nothing else, be an excellent opportunity for him to be a so-called ‘fly on the wall’ during discussions. It would be a learning experience, to be sure. Just thinking about being there was making him excited! He picked up the pace through the Green Hills of Gondor, well on his way to the foothills of the White Mountains. Going the western road was certainly better than the old road, in his mind. He would have gone slower had he known he had a stowaway. <p>

Amrothos ran a hand through his hair before looking between his horses. Plenty of supplies to get there. It had already been a day since he had left. It felt like longer, though. Used to traveling, he did not need to stop emergently for food and water. In fact, he had a water container strapped to his saddle that he had used a few times. The horses were so well-rested, they enjoyed only pausing a few times to graze. He would have loved to go to Edoras or even pass through the Lorien. Ro had several friends in several places. But, he chose this route to be what he considered the shortest. Other than the cost on his life of scaring himself when it came to boats. He was going to have to attempt rivers on his own – hopefully they were not running too high of late. Sticking to the western side of the Misty Mountains, that was his trail. For a moment, he wondered about riding along the mountains at their foothills, or if getting onto the Old South Road near the Gap of Rohan and making his way along the bridges to Bree would be good. Something to think about later. <p>

He rubbed his stomach as he rode, the trail felt longer than it was. Maybe he was starting to think too much. That last bend had jolted not only the cargo, but his stomach. How he wished for some left over lembas bread right about now. Taking a swig from his water, he thought he heard something. His blue eyes could barely see the foothills in the distant horizon. If he kept moving, he would make them by dusk and would take a break. But, the sudden noise had startled him. It was soft, muffled almost. Had an animal made its way into the luggage? Looking from Elroy – his dusty brown horse – to Undome (Elvish for evening), the pitch black pack horse – he sighed. What was that? So muffled, it wasn’t from the horses. ” Esta sinome*,” he told the horses calmly, looking from one to the other as they slowed to a stop. The grass was thin here, but they both dropped their heads to munch on a few blades as he dismounted. Amrothos left his shoes attached to his saddle for the time being – loving to be barefoot. Elroy preferred it too, boots hurt his sides. <p>

Feeling the packs on Elroy, he shook his head. There was the hidden lembas bread! At least a couple of pieces of it. All he needed was a small bite here, a small bite there. It was always good to pack extra, in case you ran into a hungry new friend on the side of the trail. He didn’t expect to find his younger sister hiding away, though. But as he moved to Undome’s packs, he felt something strange in his pack of clothing. Not only was it more clothing than he remembered packing, but there was something more solid to the pack than should have been. A stowaway? A small sound passed his ears as he moved back to Elroy and drew his dagger. His sword remained on the horse in the scabbard. Moving to the other side of the pack slowly, he untied it with his left hand, his right holding the dagger threateningly. Until a mass of curly raven locks tumbled from the opening and Ro froze. The dagger pulled back, ready to strike, but his arm frozen in midair. What. the. hell!? His jaw dropped as he just stood there, blinking like an idiot. When did this happen!?<p>

tag ;; little lothie && open !<br>
count ;; eight three four <br>
location ;; bypassing the old road, heading towards the white mountains to avoid mordor <br>
outfit ;; see pic + long brown coat + brown pants + boots slung on the back of his saddle, riding barefoot<br>
notes ;; * = “rest here”</div>[/dohtml]

LOTHIRIEL - January 25, 2010 01:01 AM (GMT)

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<b><font color=a9b3bb>tag:</font></b> Amrothos!<p>

<b><font color=a9b3bb>wearing:</font></b> Check out the picture!<p>

<b><font color=a9b3bb>length:</font></b> I dunno.</p>

<b><font color=a9b3bb>notes:</font></b> Oh nooooo trouble<p>

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Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. That was all that Lothie could think when she started to hear footsteps coming closer and closer to her. There was no way that she wanted Ro to find her just yet. She had planned on waiting until he was settled down for the night, and then she would let herself out of the pack and tiptoe so that she was lying down next to him. Really, what could he do in that situation? By then she expected that he would be thrilled to finally have human companion, because really who could not speak for a full day? And then he would wake up, find her there, and be so happy to see her that he fed her and gave her a horse to ride on and promise her that she would love Elrond's home! When she had thought up this whole plan she was sure that was how this was going to go. How could it not? Ro loved her, she loved Ro, and it was obvious that he would be bored without her. And if he wasn't bored, which she highly doubted, then maybe he would be glad she was there to watch his back in this dangerous world that they lived in.<br>
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The closer he got, the more she realized that there was more dust around her and that there was no way she was going to be able to hold in her sneeze for long. You'd think that after the first sneeze she would be okay, but no. Lothie could never do things the easy way now could she? His steps stopped, and she felt him rumaging around in the pack next to her. She held her breath, trying to not move at all. Her fingers were plugging her nose in an attempt to keep the sneeze in. But as she felt it building and building, she was praying for the Gods to move Ro away from her so that she could please please <i>please</i> sneeze! And then another bout of dust rolled through her pack. She glared through the cloth around at where she thought Ro was. Honestly, the man couldn't walk without stirring up dust? Come on Ro! And then the dust swirled around her nose and she swore it was trying to get into her nose. As the pressure of the sneeze built up behind her nose, she squeezed harder. All that did was make the sneeze come out more like a demented snort, and she froze.<br>
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His hand brushed against her back, and she closed her eyes. Oh no. He was going to find her and she was going to be so embarrassed when he sent her back home! The waiting was killing her though. Lothie had hoped he would just find her and be done with it. Come on Amrothos! He always had to take his time when he did things. She could hear him munching on some kind of food, and she felt her stomach clench. Wow, she hadn't realized that she was so hungry! And then she sneezed again. She went cross eyed as she tried to glare at her own nose. Honestly. Did it really have to sneeze that bad that it had to sneeze three times? It wasn't that dusty in here. But it did smell like horse and Ro's clothing, which she highly doubted he had washed before he put them in this pack. And then a knife slit through the top layer of the pack, and her head and torso slid out. She let out a tiny shriek, fear coarsing through her veins before she realized that it was Ro that had slit the pack open.<br>
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Upside down, she grinned up at him. Her long hair nearly touched the ground. Though she wiggled as much as possible, she still couldn't get out of the pack. Finally, Lothie stilled and realized that it was darker then she expected. Well at least she wouldn't be getting sent back home any time soon! Her grin nearly split her face, even though her brother had a knife raised above him and was staring down at her in shock. She supposed that made sense. He didn't know that he was going to get a tag along this trip. You'd think that he'd be able to guess what they would do by now. If it wasn't her then it would have been Erchiron. They didn't like him to travel alone! "Why hello there dearest brother!" She beamed up at him, still upside down. Her face was slowly getting red as the blood rushed down to it. "Fancy meeting you here."<br>
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AMROTHOS - January 25, 2010 01:41 AM (GMT)

winning smile?
really, it’s either that or merely the fate of the travelling brother, because someone had to go !
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This was a stupid idea to start with. The second brother would never let him leave alone – well, almost never. Honestly, Amrothos was surprised when his slightly older brother had even agreed to this whole venture. After making sure the baby brother had possibly enough supplies for him to circumnavigate the whole of Middle Earth and make it back safely, though, he let him go. Ro was very surprised at this, but thought nothing of it. He was twenty-four and more than capable of taking care of himself. Sure, he wasn’t the best with the sword, but he was pretty decent with the bow and arrow. Close range, he had a dagger. There was nothing to worry about. People loved him! When was his family going to learn that he was a big boy now and he could take care of himself? Looking back to the crowd of people, he searched for his sister. Wanting to see her eyes one last time. Reassure her with just one look that everything would be alright. He did not know why she was absent. And ever so noticeably so. <p>

He never figured she was hiding in his packs. Maybe, he convinced himself, she could not bare to see him leave? That was one possibility. But the other was apparently that she would stowaway. He was going to have to write Father now. She would have had to have help. Swallowing the small bite of lembas bread, he dropped his dagger in the grass, frustrated. The horses paid no mind as they turned back to grazing. Licking his lips, no words came out. He took his strong hands and yanked her from the bag – a small mound of clothes following her out. How dare she do this to him!? If it was not growing late and quite far from home, he would have turned around right then and there. How did she plan on feeding herself? Getting water? Sneaking around while he was asleep? Honestly! Little sisters! Was he this horrible for their brothers? Or was it perhaps merely a sister thing? <p>

”How dare you?” he asked her quietly, the words escaping more into a hiss as he brushed her off once she was upright. Ro’s arms moved to a crossed position across his breast, his expression showing anger mixed with surprise and sadness. He had not wanted anyone else to come. Making a long trip like this was dangerous enough. What if a rogue something or other came at them in the night? He would much rather have his head eaten than hers. Why did she have to do this to him!? He was going to worry himself to bits! ”Stowing away in my packs? Really!? What were you thinking? How were you going to feed yourself!? No, I know, you weren’t thinking, were you? Of course not,” he paced back from her, picking up the dagger angrily and moving back to his own horse to put it up. He thought it was a sneezing little animal that had crawled in there. Not a bothersome little sister. Who he cared very much for, but that was beside the point. <p>

”Travelling is no place for you, Little Lothie. Why do you think Father wants you to stay home? Now I have to share my equipment with you,” he added under his breath, tossing the lembas bread with a bite out of it towards her. She was family. Finally, he walked back over – his arms re-crossed – and cleared his throat towards her. ”I don’t have another saddle. You ride Elroy and I’ll ride Undome bareback. First, though, we need to clean up this mess and rearrange the packs evenly. We’re making for those foothills in the distance, the White Mountains. There we will make camp for the night. Understand?” He asked his sister, hoping for no lip from her. He was the one that has travelled before. So Ro was in charge. Besides, he was also the oldest. <p>

tag ;; little lothie && open !<br>
count ;; six six four <br>
location ;; bypassing the old road, heading towards the white mountains to avoid mordor <br>
outfit ;; see pic + long brown coat + brown pants + boots slung on the back of his saddle, riding barefoot<br>
notes ;; see? he still loves her !</div>[/dohtml]

LOTHIRIEL - January 25, 2010 06:31 PM (GMT)

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<b><font color=a9b3bb>tag:</font></b> Amrothos!<p>

<b><font color=a9b3bb>wearing:</font></b> Check out the picture!<p>

<b><font color=a9b3bb>length:</font></b> 811.</p>

<b><font color=a9b3bb>notes:</font></b> She's a real chatterbox.<p>

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As she was roughly pulled from the pack, she angrily thought that there really was no need for such violence. He should be happy, no, thrilled that she was coming with him! What kind of big brought was he if he didn't want his little sister to tag along with him on this long and lonely journey? Well, so that would be any brother that didn't want his baby sister to tag along with him. But he should be thrilled that <i>she</i> was here! As a person, Lothiriel was a wonderful companion. At least he wouldn't get bored during the nights, or have to stay up all the time because she could keep watch while he was asleep. She wouldn't even doze off or get distracted! She would promise him this, because then at least he could sleep without thinking that she would wander off after something that had caught her attention. Lothiriel had some kind of self control after all. She'd been working on it with Erchiron. She grunted as she hit the ground and slapped away Amrothos hands as he wiped her clean. She wasn't a child anymore, and if she wanted to be dirty then by damn she would be dirty!<br><br>
"Amrothos, stop worrying!" She crossed her arms as well, her angry face a mirror image of her brother's. "I do think you know. I know just how I'm going to get food. I'm not an idiot!" When he stooped to get his knife, she angrily followed him to his horse, her arms waving around her as she spoke. "Father wants me to stay home because he doesn't want me to be 'spoiled' or 'depetaled' or whatever it was he said! He doesn't think that I can take care of myself, which I will have you know I can do very well without your help!" She took the knife out of the pack he had just put it in and placed it down the front of her dress where she knew he wouldn't even try to take it. "I will not share your equipment either! I don't want anything to do with your smelly, nasty equipment! I know how dirty they are I spent at least six hours in those packs. Do you know how hard that is to do?" She took the bread he handed to her and took a big bite, smiling at the taste of lembas bread. It was not the tastiest food, but when you were hungry food didn't have to be anything special.<br><br>
She swallowed and angrily stared at him when he started making plans. "No Ro! This is an adventure, not something you can plan out! We have to accept things as they come to us, and make do with what we have! Who cares about the white mountains? We could travel through the night, the horses are fine!" She patted the horse next to her, laughing when a puff of dust came out of its coat. She had always had a soft spot for horses. They liked her, and in turn she adored them. The horse next to her was a little old, thus the reason it was a pack horse. It shouldn't have had to carry her all this way, and there was no way that she was going to let Amrothos ride him when he was already so tired. "Ro he's already tired. I'll ride him, you know I weigh so much less then you! At least let me ride him until we reach whatever camp you have set up." Lothiriel had realized that even at that distance they wouldn't be able to turn back easily. If they did Ro would be late to whatever meeting he had to go to. "If we get there and we aren't tired, then we'll just keep going!"<br>
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Smiling brightly, she swung herself up onto the horse. It was uncomfortable riding a horse sidesaddle when there was a saddle on its back. It was impossible when there wasn't a saddle on the horse at all. So she swung her leg up like Elphir had taught her the last time he was drunk. Her skirts rucked up her legs, the folds up past her knees. But she didn't care for propriety out here in the wilderness! It's wasn't as if someone was going to see her, and if they did they wouldn't recognize who she was. Leaning forward, she grinned at Amrothos. "In case we get stopped by bandits, we should have our story straight shouldn't we? You be... Grangoire, and I'll be... Igrana your wife!" She was very pleased with her story ideas. It was practical for them to be ready, in case something awful happened and they had to gloriously lie to get out of the situation. "We'll be traveling to Rohan to meet up with my parents! How's that sound to you?"

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