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Hey guys, I started writing my first story on may 31st, I have been working hard on it since then, posting it on tg stories, but I haven't been getting many reviews, so am posting it here in the hopes that you guys can help me improve. Sadly I am having laptop troubles, notabley the blue screen of death and I am fairly sure overheating, as my pubic hair is being singed as I write this. Contact me at [email protected] if you want to discuss the future of my story and how you think I can improve, or if you are feeling down and want to talk I will make the time to help you, or just talk to you as a friend. I lost half of this chapter to a blue screen of death, so my pace of writing may slow down if this continues to happen, 10,000 in about 5 days is not bad, if i do say so myself. 12000, if you count the BSODed words, if you have any money to spare to help me get a new laptop to carry on writing, send an amazon gift card to my email,  but if you cant afford it or don't think my story is worth the money, then the donation part of this does not apply to you.

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Arya entered the clearing, dressed in naught but her pink night gown, Tauriel not far behind a smile on their faces, a bounce in their step and a jiggle in their unsupported, but no less shapely breasts, it was remarkable how perky their breasts were for such enormous things, this was undoubtedly something that would not occur on earth.

Realising it was almost noon and she too was still wearing her night gown Arwen announced she was going to change, retiring to her shelter, she looked inside her bag, browsing through the selection of clothes in her backpack, she came across a rather large, dark sapphire blue - black evening gown, an oddity in her mostly green wardrobe, running her fingers across it, a longing struck her heart, and she knew what she was going to do. Finding an emerald green, over bust corset and a pair of matching pants, whilst slipping on the undergarments, she wondered why she felt so strongly about this dress, promptly discarding the thought when she felt the tight pressure of the silk against her perky butt, her attention now unequivocally on the corset, this one tightened at the front, wrapping it round herself, she begun re-threading the expertly woven lace, the obviously tailored corset fit snugly into place, the corset pushing her breasts up making them seem even bigger, her attention now fixed upon the dress, biting her lip, she slowly moved her hand towards it, her chest visibly rising and falling with each breath, the moment had come, pulling the dress over her head, and letting it drop down her arms, and perfectly sculpted body, the dress gracefully landed, almost perfectly positioned, the gown was strapless, though it had no hope of falling down. The dress perfectly moulded to her flawless bosom, the edge of the dress starting in the centre of her breasts, went up and curved round, showing a tasteful amount of her bosom, before retreating onto her back, travelling down it, before reaching a V, at her lower back, just above her perfect, pert buttocks, the dress would have revealed a lot of her back, but her long river of raven hair obscured the view. The front of her dress, pulled in from her breasts, to fit snugly around her firm, fat-less stomach, only to flare out and darken, to tightly hold her wide hips, the dress then pulled back in, lightening only to flare out, with layer after black-trimmed layer, the dress finishing but a centimetre off the floor, had a large slit along the side, going cheekily high, it allowed for ease of movement, though it perhaps might show something that aught not be shown, in polite company at least.

Spinning around, she felt as though she was in a whole new world of wonder, the dress following her round, spinning in a blur of black and sapphire blue, her speed increasing, and the blur rising, showing more and more leg, not showing the hint of slowing down, until her green underwear became visible, she slowly slowed down, until coming to a complete stop, face red, heart racing, breasts visibly rising and falling with each deep breath. She had never before felt so content, so exhilarated trying on clothes before, no doubt a gift of her new femininity, bringing up a thin sheet of water from the ground, the water quickly became perfectly still, reflecting as well as a polished mirror, brushing her hair out of her eyes, she looked deep into the mirror, hundreds of words came to mind, foremost were words such as elegant, beautiful and perfect, thought they all fell utterly short of sight before her.

Wondering how she still looked so well maintained, a smell lingered on her, not a foul odour as she would have expected, going so long without scrubbing with soap, but a light flowery smell, she had a hunch that, that smell would not be abandoning her. Her hair though completely unbrushed for the past few days, still resembled an untouched river of silk. She ran her hands through it as too mess it up, but gracefully returned to its previous position. Though soap had not touched her skin, since she had entered this world, there were no marks or blemishes on her perfectly shaded skin, no make-up nor grease, no freckles or spots, no scars or visible veins, her skin was completely free of all blemishes.

Realising she had been gone for quite a while, she removed the gown, taking care to delicately fold it and return it into her bag, being careful as to not dirty or damage it, as it was now one of her most precious possessions.
As she was wearing a corset, she was free to wear a softer shirt than her previous tunic, she chose an emerald green, silk tunic, it was embellished with golden patterns, it was incredibly soft, she felt it fit snugly on her arms, pinching slightly at the wrists, not in an uncomfortable way, quite the opposite actually. She had no idea what to wear, other than the tunic, so she found the green, leather leggings she had appeared in, she brushed some dirt off the back, before pulling them up, they seemed very tight to an observer, but felt more snug than tight, and they were flexible enough to allow her free movement.

Pulling on her shoes she went outside, seeing her two friends outside, still in their night gowns.
“Why don't you guys change?” suggested Arwen, “We have stuff do to.” She continued.
They both nodded and headed towards there respective shelters, taking significantly less time, Tauriel exited the shelter wearing the same clothes she had appeared in. Arwen headed inside her tent to retrieve a piece of lembas bread and a water skin. She broke the lembas bread in half, re-wrapping one of the halves in the mallorn leaf, whilst breaking the other into three pieces.

Arya appeared from the tent, wearing an entirely different set of clothes, she wore a simple green tinted brown over-bust corset, that cut off just above her belly button, though her stomach was concealed by a wide, tight, fairly thick belt, though a sliver of skin above the belt remained visible, the buckle of the belt was offset slightly to the left, which contrasted with the buckle of the second belt she was wearing, which was pulled to the right, the second belt overlapped the first belt at first, but loosely hung over the right of her hip, covering the top of her similarly coloured, short, figure-hugging skirt.

Throwing a piece of lembas bread, to Arya, Arwen said “We haven't eaten since we got here, try some.”
As Arya joined Arwen and Tauriel, sat around the fire pit, Arwen passed a piece of lembas bread to Tauriel and gestured for her to eat, before taking a nibble of it herself. Over all it tasted like a croissant, though more buttery and a good deal sweeter, they all finished their bread, smiling with now full stomachs, they hadn't really noticed their hunger, but they definitely noticed being satiated.

Arwen momentarily excused herself, leaving the clearing and returning a minute later, a full water skin in hand. Having already taken a long drink whilst at the river, she immediately handed it to Tauriel so she could satiate her thirst, who then passed it onto Arya, who after taking a sizeable gulp returned it to its owner.

After returning the water-skin to its place in her bag, she left her tent only to enter Arya's, returning with the heavy book.
“Hey, Arya what did you manage to learn from this book?” Inquired Arwen.
“Absolutely nothing! I couldn't even open the damn thing.” A sentence one would not expect from a cute mouth such as Arya's.
“Really? That's odd!” Exclaimed Arwen as she opened the opened the book with ease, after an hour or so of Arwen explaining what she had learned from the book, Arya said “Well, if I have no use for it, you may as well have it.”
As she finished the sentence, they noticed a white glow on the floor, under the cover of the book, closing the book to get a better look, they discovered the diamond that was embedded in the front cover, was glowing bright white, and after a few seconds the colour of the diamond began to change, it slowly became greener until it was undoubtedly a perfectly carved emerald, lifting the book to check for any changes to the back cover, Arwen almost threw the book into the air, at it had seemingly lost a significant amount of weight, now being the weight that one would expect a book that size to be, a weight easily lifted by the strength of an elf.

Tauriel whilst laughing said “What the hell happened there you spaz?”
Arwen replied “This thing was a lot heavier an hour ago!”
Arya interjected “It was never particularly heavy, give it here.”
Taking it into her hands, she almost fell over at the unexpected weight, “What the fuck happened to it?”
“Here pass it to me” said Tauriel, who found it equally heavy.
“I think it is an anti-theft mechanism, when Arya gave you the book, the diamond which is featured on Arya's items became an emerald, which is featured on yours, showing that the book passed hands, elves are seen to be a noble bunch, which I guess is why we can still lift it, albeit with difficulty, but no mortal man, elf or dwarf could lift that, so it is safe from theft.” Explained Tauriel.

With Arya and Arwen both satisfied with this answer, Arwen said “Well, It hardly seems fair that you have given me something, without me giving you something in return.” She headed into her tent, exiting mere moments later, with a hand crafted bow and a green trimmed quiver, overflowing with arrows. Handing the bow and quiver to Arya, Arwen said “Here take these, as payment for the tome.”, as the final word came out, the trim of the quiver started its transition from an emerald green, to a bright white.

“Tauri, why don't you go get your bow and we can get some practice in?” Said Arya, excited by her new toy.
“Did you just call me Tauri?” Responded Tauriel.
“Yes, I am going to get tired of having to say your full name eventually, so I may as well give you a nickname now” Arya said, smiling innocently.
Tauriel went into her shelter to retrieve her, bow and quiver, upon Tauriel returning, Arya said, whilst drawing an arrow “All right, Lets do this!”
It was at this point that Arwen felt the need to say “You might fire the bow further, if you strung it first.”
“Oh, right, I'll do that.” Replied, the now red cheeked Arya.
Both Arya and Tauriel strung their bows, the bows were not made of any method by man or dwarf, as the bow though made of wood withstood the full extent of their elven strength, allowing them to fire much further than their human counterparts, they both fired 10 arrows at a knot in a tree, each only managing to hit the knot once, they set off to collect their arrows, as they didn't know where they could get more.

“Wait!” Exclaimed Arwen, “I want to try to return them with magic”, focusing on the closest arrow, she whispered “Pen”, the elvish word for return, the arrow then flew towards her at a high speed, before slowing down and landing gently in her hand, she repeated it again, and again, there were 15 left when she felt confident that she could learn no more, by simply bringing one back at a time, she focused her mind on all 15, readying her self, she again whispered “pen”, the arrows began to move, but she was unable to maintain the required concentration and they returned to the ground, she tried again, and again, the results were the same. Tired of failure, she had an idea, she vaguely remembered that gem stones were mentioned in the tome, she remembered that they seemed to be a very significant part of magic. And thus she promptly went to retrieve the tome, lifting it into her left arm and returning to Arya and Tauriel. She tried the spell again, pouring her magic, and her intent into the emerald, as her magic entered the emerald, it began to glow, the arrows picked them self up and flew towards her, each landing softly in her hand. As she released the flow of magic, the emerald returned to its polished, but not glowing self.
The next few hours were spent training, both magic and archery, Arya and Tauriel had to channel even the most basic of spells through the gems, in the hilts of their swords, their magic was strong, just not refined they summoned plumes of fire, gusts of wind and managed to move items without touching them, Arya was better at manipulating magic than Tauriel was, but neither of them could produce feats of magic even close to that which Arwen could, their archery however showed much more promise, they made some major improvements, after but a few hours of training they were managing to hit the knot more than 6 times out of 10, and the other 4 times they were often fairly close. Arwen repeatedly got distracted, casting magic whilst watching Arya and Tauriel fire their bows, she had almost accidentally ignited their pile of firewood, and she had frozen her water-skin solid, she promptly defrosted it, but could not help but watch the twang of their bow reverberate down their, arm causing the globes on their chest to do a slight jiggle.

Their skill in archery had greatly increased, so Arwen suggested that they start training with their swords, as they can't pick everyone off from afar.
“What if we seriously harm each other with the swords? They are very sharp.” Asked Tauriel.
“Well I have an idea about that actually” Replied Arwen as she went to retrieve her Sword and tome.
“The idea of the spell I am going to cast is, that we make the sword repel any object it comes into close contact with, it will only repel it by a fraction of a millimetre, so we will still feel the blow of the swords, but they wont slice us up. Though you should still be careful as a blow to the neck could still kill us.” Said Arwen upon her return, she began the spell, channeling the flow of her magic through the tome and into her sword, she felt a slight drain, as the gem in the sword and tome begun to shine, releasing the flow of magic after a few moments, she ran the blade of the sword across her hand. Returning the sword to its decorative sheath, that hung from a lose belt draped around her waist, she raised her hand, as to bear it to her friends, to show the absence of blood.

“Ok, my sword now” said Arya, setting off to retrieve it, she returned from the tent moments later, sheathed sword in hand, she jogged over to Arwen, de-sheathing the sword, and handing it to her, Arya buckled the sheath to her lower belt, as Arwen began to release the flow of magic...

Nothing happened, confused as to why the gems did not glow, Arwen tried again, but the flow of magic again, was cut off. This has never happened before, I have no idea why it is happening.
“Well, I hear it happens to 2/5 guys, it is nothing to be ashamed of.” Joked Tauriel.
“Perhaps..” Said Arwen, not finishing her sentence, as she opened her book. She found a section, on possession enchantments, it was a powerful piece of magic, that prevented other people, from stealing or casting spells on whatever it is cast on, until the item changes hands, or permission is given.
“Ok, Arya try saying 'I give you permission, to use magic on my sword.' But say it in elvish.”
After Arya had spoken the phrase, Arwen tried the spell again, this time it proceeded as expected, the Gems glowing their respective colours, and the magic then finished as expected. Arwen tested the sword on her hand, and the spell had been proven successful.

They repeated the process with Tauriel's sword, in much less time, of course.
They decided that, they would face each other in tournament, firstly Arwen and Arya would face each other, and then then winner would face Tauriel, the winner of the duel was the first to hit the other persons body three times.

The first duel began, Arwen and Arya swords in hand, completely focused on winning, they circled around each other, sizing each other up, before Arya, impatiently decided to strike, she slashed from the right, using her strongest arm, she had to get herself into position to do this, so Arwen easily anticipated this, and raised her sword to block. Arya's sword ricocheted off harmlessly, leaving her open, for Arwen to slash, hitting her on her left hip. Tauriel who had been the mediator, announced that the point went to Arwen, they readied themselves again, this time is was Arwen who struck first, feinting a hit from the left, but actually went in to a stab, managing to hit Arya, square in the stomach, pushing her to the ground. Tauriel again announcing that Arwen had gotten the point.

Once again they readied themselves, preparing to fight, it was a mere 5 seconds before Arya swung, with a powerful overhead slash, not attempting to hit Arwen, but to force her sword to the ground, the manoeuvre was successful, and with Arwen's sword pinned to the ground, Arya was able to slash across her stomach, winning her the point.

Arwen determined to win the point, readied herself for the next round, after a minute of small clashes, Arwen waited for a big swing from Arya, which she ducked under, using the full extent of her elven flexibility and speed, she spun around, now behind Arya, and before Arya knew what was happening, Arwen had slashed at her ankles, winning the duel. 

“Wow, that was amazing!” Exclaimed Arya.
“I know! We have been dreaming about sword fighting our entire lives, I can't believe we just got to do it.” Arwen replied.
“Well anyway, Tauriel, get ready to have your arse kicked” Said Arwen as she turned to look at Tauriel.

After arranging for Arya to be the mediator the duel began, There was a good minute, before a word was spoken or a sword swung, Tauriel made a similar feint to that which Arwen had performed earlier, as her opening strike. Though Arwen managed to block it, using her sword to push Tauriel's sword off to the right, and spinning around with incredible speed, attempting to hit Tauriel's leg, though Tauriel managed to recover, quicker than anticipated, she swung her sword with incredible power, managing to block the hit directed at her ankle, before quickly moving her bade to Arwen's now undefended torso, blade stopped, resting just above Arwen's heart.
Arya piped up “Point, Tauriel.”

Arwen and Tauriel readied themselves, Arwen now knew she was outmatched, she had to think of something, and fast, being very competitive for entire life, losing wasn't an option, she made a few slashes, but not lashing out enough to leave her defenceless, initiating her plan, she took a couple of steps back, and lunged forward slashing, Tauriel doing exactly as Arwen, bringing up her sword, holding it with both hands, the only way she could stop Arwen's powerful strike, their blades crossed, they were fairly evenly matched, but Tauriel was getting the advantage, Arwen executed her plan, kicking Tauriel hard in her left leg, Tauriel's concentration wavered, Arwen took the advantage, pushing Tauriel's blade down, and slashing her across the chest.
“Point Arwen.” Announced Arya
“What the hell was that, Arwen?” Yelled Tauriel.
“To put it simply, you are obviously better than me, and if I had fought fairly, I would have lost. We are going to come across opponents better than us and we are going to do everything we can to win, even if we don't like it, we must be prepared” Replied Arwen calmly.
Nodding, a stern look on her face, looking downwards slightly, Tauriel got back into position. As Arwen positioned herself, she noticed Tauriel's left leg was a bit behind her right, it was obviously injured, when the battle began Arwen wanted to use this to her advantage, started moving around Tauriel a lot, forcing her to change her position, as her defensive stance was far from maneuverable, her left side was weaker, so she decided to strike there, but it was more defended, so she decided to feint right to weaken her left defence, and strike more. Executing her plan, she feinted right, Tauriel seemed to fall for it, changing her defence, Arwen changed her blow to strike her left leg, was surprised when Tauriel, in a swift strong movement, blocked the attack, spun around Arwen, on her right leg, the pommel of her sword smashing Arwen in her face, during the movement, when finally stopping behind Arwen, Tauriel pushed her to the ground, sword pressing into her back.

Tauriel said with a smirk on her face “Point to me.” Removing her sword from Arwen's back she readied herself for the next round, her leg seemingly perfectly fine, Arwen now realising she had faked the injured leg, now down a point worried about her chances for success. Arwen stood up, sword in hand, dusting herself off, she knew that she was going to have to completely change her style of attack. She waited for three minutes, before Tauriel grew impatient and begun to attack, blocking each hit, Tauriel swung again, and again, and again, each hit being met with a resounding thud from Arwen's sword, attacks increasing with frequency and power, as Tauriel got more and more impatient. Arwen, seeing that Tauriel was about to make the largest swing so far, waited until she was about to strike, but instead of blocking it, rolled out of the way, swinging her sword round to try and hit Tauriel's leg, but the noise she heard was not the dull thud she was expecting, but a resounding clang, looking round she saw that Tauriel had recovered in time to block the attack, and was now swinging her sword down at Arwen, who now, thinking in the spur of the moment, gripped onto her sword with both hands, shot up like lighting, Tauriel's sword grazing along the size of Arwen's, until it hit the slightly curved cross-guard, coming to a complete stop. Arwen, hoping that is would work, twisted her sword with all her might, Tauriel's sword was caught, between her cross-guard and blade. The pressure exerted by Arwen pulled the blade from Tauriel's hands, propelling it far away from the battle, Arwen slowly raised her blade, and rested it on Tauriel's heart.
“Point to Arwen.” Said Arya.

Tauriel went off to collect her sword, whilst Arwen planned how she was going to win, Tauriel would definitely, not fall for any of the tricks she had previously used, so she had to get creative. Even though Tauriel, looked and for the most part acted like an adult elf, Arwen knew she was still a teenage boy at heart. And that was how she was going to win...

Arwen was the first to strike, she lunged forwards with her sword, Tauriel spun out of the way, spinning the sword around in an arc, the sword about to hit Arwen in her chest, until Arwen leaned backwards, with incredible balance and flexibility, the sword missing her breasts by a few centimetres, she swung back up, bringing her sword towards Tauriel's hip, but the sword did not reach its mark, as Tauriel had managed to block it, Tauriel countered by a slash at Arwen's chest, though Arwen managed to block the strike with her own sword. They were in the time old situation that they had faced earlier, swords crossed, Tauriel still managing to gain the advantage. Tauriel wanting a bit of revenge, whilst pushing with her sword, hooked her leg behind Arwen's, and pulled it towards her. Arwen fell to the ground in a dust of smoke, quickly reacting Arwen used both feet to kick Tauriels feet out from underneath her, though she fell too, she still had the advantage, her knees either side of Arwen, their swords still crossed, she was pushing on Arwen's blade with all her might, forcing Arwen's blade closer and closer to her face, victory seemingly within her grasp, until Arwen cast a spell, not a spell of combat, this spell was of two parts, her corset became unlaced, freeing her breasts, which as the large tear in the centre of her tunic, from the top straight down to her waist appeared, bounced down everywhere, her nipples bear, completely visible, and entirely tantalising, Tauriel was practically drooling at the sight. Taking advantage of the distracted Tauriel, Arwen shoved her sword up, forcing Tauriel's own sword into her face, Arwen quickly stood up, bare breasts still bouncing, and whilst Tauriel was still dazed, she placed the point of her sword on Tauriel's stomach and said “Point to me.”

Arya announced that Arwen had won, whilst Tauriel stood up, still recovering from the hit, Arwen retied her corset, though her breasts were still barely covered, even with it tied up. Feeling a bit uncomfortable with so much skin on display, she began working on a spell to repair her tunic, previously she had been able to repair them with ease, as they were split at the seam, but her tunic was torn straight down the middle, so the spell required to repair it was complicated.

It was a good fifteen minutes before Arwen had completed her spell, and was ready to cast it, just as Tauriel had fully come to. She was happy to cast the spell, as she was getting a bit chilly, not to mention the discomfort of the amount of skin showing, so close to her nipple. Arya had even more showing, and her outfit had no tunic to go with it, even though her corset finished higher, it went lower to join back together, showing a good portion of her inner breast, whilst covering a good portion of skin above her nipple. 

Due to the complexity of the spell, Arwen had to use her tome to cast it, them gem in her tome was larger than the one is the pommel of her sword, which made it slightly easier to cast the spell, she was still wearing the torn tunic when she cast the spell, the spell went perfectly once it had finished it was impossible to tell it had ever been torn, the silk tunic covered a few inches higher than the corset, but was still low cut in the middle showing a lot of her bosom.

“Guys, I think we should go look for a city or something? We have been here for quite a while, and we might be able to find out what happened to us if we find civilisation.” Said Arwen, tired of waiting here for something to happen.

The others agreed, they went into the shelters to clear everything up, they returned everything they could to their bags, though they had to wear their swords, quivers and bows, the tome however fit into Arwen's backpack, she made sure she could easily reach it, if ever she was in need. The blankets too, when folded fit into the back packs, though the pillows would not, as they were almost entirely filled by clothes and food. So Arya and Tauriel tied their pillows to the top of their back packs, though Arwen had a different idea, she cast a spell on her pillow, wording it carefully so that she could release it whenever she needed, she completely removed all the air from the feather pillow, and one the air had been removed, she could easily pack it into her bag.

Leaving the shelter, bare of all their belongings they set of towards the stream, not rushing they got there in a few minutes, they filled their water-skins and began their journey upstream, to where they hoped the would find a village, they expected to find one, as a river was a perfect place to build a village, as it provided many a thing, such as a natural defense, clean water and waste disposal.

After a few hours brisk walk, they spotted a village in the distance, it was a good half hour walk before they finally arrived, the sun on their backs, the village had no wall around it, it was not a cheaply made wooden village, it was well-made, the outer village was made out of wood, but the closer to the river it got, the more stone you began to see. There was a fair sized castle near the river, it seemed well maintained, it was not an amazing sight, but it was definitely not poverty stricken.

To be continued... (Incomplete)
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