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"Father..." Argo didn't want all the other elves in the room to understand him, not everyone knew the mortal language. "She'll be scared...frightened. I want to go to her...I need to go to her."
The elf sighed and got to his feet. "Come."
They walked out of the room and onto a balcony, closing the doors behind them. "Why did you bring her here, Argo? For what reason? You know that she can never go back."
"That's a good thing."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I love her father...I want to marry her."
The elf sighed. "Argo...do you know what this means?"
"What, what means?"
"If you where to marry that...that...woman..." The elf paused, then exclaimed. "Argo, she's hardly more than a child! You must be ten years her senior, if not more."
"But I love her!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Does she return that love?" Argo stared at the floor, he didn't answer. "Argo?" Argo still did not reply. "So she doesn't then? Well this is a fine mess you've got yourself into then isn't it? For heavens sake! Why couldn't you have let well enough alone!"
 
Gah!!!!!! I feel sorry for Argo and at the same moment I'm really upset that he would kidnap her... And I have a question... If he's only ten years her senior... how is that possible? How can he be so young? Are elves supposed to take nearly 40 years old before they enter adulthood?
 
I didn't say how old he was :rolleyes: and I said 'hardly more' than a child. So that could be like...15 or so and he could be about 25 or something...
 
"I'm sorry father...It's not what an elf should have done, is it?"
"No."
"I'm sorry..."
"You should be saying that to her! Argo, do you realize what you did to her? You took her away from her family, from the people she loves, and that love her. You took her away from her was of life, and everything she knew. Do you know what that was Argo? That was selfish, horribly so." Argo continued to stare at the floor. The elf sighed, "Argo..." he said very slowly. "I think now would be the best time to tell you this."
"Tell me what?"
"That you're not an elf...not really, not even a drop of blood in you is elvish."
That caused Argo to look up. "What...?" His face turned pale. "But I'm your son!"
"Yes Argo, you are...but not by birth. I adopted you...after your family was killed."
 
I have been sitting here for thirty minutes reading this and almost had a heart attack when I reralized iwas at the end. Please right more!!!!
 
WOW! What a way to break it too him slowly! You love a girl...don't, you ruined her life, oh, and on the other end of this you aren't even an elf, so your life is basically ruined!:eek:
 
I know! That absolutly terrible! I most definatly would not have survived a conversation like that. Is he going to see her, Elindil? What about Petra and Leif?
 
Argo slummed against the wall. "But you always told me I was an elf!"
"Sorry to correct you my boy, but I never told you that you were an elf, you just always thought that you were."
"Do the other elves know?"
"Yes...Everyone except Chaim and Dov."
"They never said anything about it...they never treated me different to Chaim or Dov."
"That's because I forbade it. Once you were adopted you were considered to be my son Argo, human or not."
"But..." Argo's thoughts were churning, he raised a hand to his head and touched the tip of his ear. "What about my ears? Why are they pointed if I'm not an elf?"
"Because your mother did not wish you to grow up thinking you were different to your brothers, and she didn't want then to know until they were older, so that they wouldn't make fun of you. A simple spell make them what they are, and a simple spell will reverse it." He paused for a moment, and Argo cut in.
"So I'm a human? There is not a drop of elfish blood in me?"
"No..."
"Then what am I doing here?"
"You're my son, and you live here."
"I'm not really...I don't belong here, I'm not an elf! I shouldn't be here! I should be with other humans..."
"You belong here Argo."
"No," Argo shook his head slowly, "I don't." Suddenly he pointed at his ears. "Change them back."
"Are you sure that is what you want?"
"Yes! Yes I'm sure!"
 
"Yes! Yes I'm sure!"
"You realize that you can not go back to the humans without my permission, and that is permission I refuse to give."
"Why?"
"Because you are my son, and I'm not just going to let you leave."
"Why? They're my kind, shouldn't I be living among them?"
"I'm not saying any more about it Argo, you're staying here and that is that."
"Why!"
"I said that was enough! Now do you want me to change your ears or not? It will hurt, but not to much."
"Yes, change them."
"Alright...put your hands by your sides and don't move, even when it hurts." Argo's father stepped over to him and ran his finger over the tops of each of his ears, whispering something as he did so. Suddenly his ears felt as though they were on fire, but his 'father' was right, he could bear it. It was only a moment before the pain subsided. "Is it done?" Argo asked.
"Yes."
 
Is anyone here familiar with Shakespeare's play "A Midsummer Night's Dream"? In it, an Elf-like character magically transforms a man named Bottom, giving him some of the physical characteristics of a donkey, including the long ears. After Bottom is restored to normal, he wonderingly feels the top of his head where the donkey ears had been, and mumbles to himself, "Methought I was...methought I had...but 'twere better not to say what methought I had." This business with Argo's ears reminds me of that somehow.
 
Yep, reminded me of that too...probably just the changing of features that brought it to mind, although for me, almost anything will bring to mind some book...because I read too much :D but I think it's better to read too much than too little
 
Argo sighed, "Father?"
"Yes?"
"May I go and see Petra now? Please?"
The elf sighed, "I'd rather be with you when you see her...something I can not do right now."
"Why?"
"Because I have to go and see another human, Leif I think his name is."
"Where did he come from?"
"Chaim and Dov found him near the edge of the forest, and it seemed he had an elfish sword. At least that's what Chaim told me."
"Really?" Argo raised an eyebrow. "Where did he get it?"
"I don't know yet, but I mean to find out!" He turned and opened the door, stepping inside. "Argo, one more thing."
"What's that?"
"Would you please go and shave? No offence to you but I think beards look ridiculous!"
Argo's hand went instantly to his face. "But I don't have a beard!"
"You've the beginnings of one."
A slow grin split Argo's face, "But father, all men...well at least just about every man that I've seen wears a beard. I haven't seen an elf with a beard yet, so maybe I should grow one, just to make things a little different." Argo's father groaned, but said no more.

Chapter Fifteen
"Hello," The voice made Leif jump, and spun around and saw that three elves where standing in his doorway. The one who had spoken was the tallest and was wearing a crown, Leif guessed he must be the elves king. The other he saw was Dov, and another he didn't recognize. But he recognized the things he was holding, his sword for one. "I'm sorry we had to capture you." The elf king pulled a chair up and sat down close to Leif, "But law is law." He shrugged, "Even I am subject to that law. Now will you please tell me, what you and your wife doing in my country?"
"My wife?"
"Don't play games with me," Said the elf, "I've enough on my hands as it is. What where you doing?"
"If you mean what were Frida and I doing, I'll tell you, but Frida's not my wife...not yet anyway."
"Betrothed?"
"Yes...What do I call you?"
"You may call me Regulus."
"Fine, Frida and I were running away, soldiers came and destroyed our village..." Leif winced and clenched his hand, reopening the wound, a trickle of blood ran down his fingers, dripping onto the wooden floor. "They killed my brother..."
"Do you know why they attacked?"
"No," Leif shook his head, "I don't...they tried to kill us, but we got away."
"Into my country?"
"Yes...Regulus..."
"Where you hurt?" Regulus motioned at Leif's hand.
"No...it was as a pledge..."
Regulus nodded, and turned to the other elf, who handed him Leif's sword. "Leif you must tell me where you got this sword."
"Why?"
"It's elfish make..." The elf paused for a long moment. "It happened to belong to my sister...Please Leif..." Leif could see tears pricking the corners of the elf's slanted eyes. "Please, I must know! Do you know what happened to my sister?"
Leif shook his head, "No...I didn't even know the sword was elvish, I mean, I knew it was magical, but not elvish."
"You knew it was magical?"
"Yes..."
Regulus yanked the sword out of it's hilt, it blazed and flashed. He handed it to Dov, who took it, the light never dimmed. Then he handed it to the other elf, instantly the glow stopped. "Leif, take the sword." Leif obeyed, the moment it was in his hand it was flashing again. "Do you know why it does that Leif?"
"Leif shook his head, "No,"
"It was made for my sister...it only glows for her blood relatives."
 
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