I apologize very, very,very,very,veryveryvery much for all the stupid errors. I was reading
through and saw how many there were. *groan* grammar is not my best subject. So I've
made some corrections. Please if you find anymore let me know. I'm SO sorry
!okay, as I'm sure you know I don't own Shannara, Lord of the Rings or any works done by those authors elder yadda yadda. . .
Also this is a very mixed up story, just the way I like it, and yes I know that many of the Shannara characters in all reality would of never met but that's too bad because its my story BWAHAHAHA! So I hope you enjoy and please R/R
The last thing I remembered was spinning. I hate spinning. It always means something bad's gonna happen, usually getting sick and nauseous and the next thing you know you- you- you get the idea.
I didn't open my eyes right away, but lied there and listened to and felt what was around me.
Beneath me was an extremely comfortable pillow and mattress, and covering me was a thick comforter. Fresh air was coming in from somewhere, it was cool and crisp, smelling like autumn, with birds singing on its tails. I was debating wether to dose back to sleep because the bed was so comfortable or wake up, when something wet and cold touched my head. I let out a choked gasp and found myself staring into two black eyes.
"You're not Allanon," I croaked as the man(or elf I should say) patted my brow with a cloth.
The elf leaned back, a smile crinkling the corners of his glossy eyes and said in a soothing voice, " No, I am Elrond, Lord of Rivendell, which is where you are resting." I looked at him for a moment, noting he wasn't at all like the elves I was used too. He tall and elegant with robes of deep red and copper. He had long black hair that flowed down his back and a twining tiara of gold set on his brow. I then looked around the room finding nothing looked familiar.
Across the room was another bed near several arched windows that were open, their gauzy curtains fanned in the breeze. In the bed was a dark haired child, and sitting by the child was an old man, dressed all in gray and smoking on pipe. The two talked in quiet tones and I could not make out what they were saying.
Was this Rivendell a type of hospital, I wondered as the smoke from the old man's pipe tickled my nose.
"You gave our friend's quiet a shock," Elrond said softly, bringing my eyes back to his kind face," falling out of the sky like that," I stared at him.
"Falling?" I squeaked and he nodded, putting the cloth back into a shallow bowl on the night stand by my bed.
"Yes, from the sky, er-" He paused than turned and spoke across the room, "You say they fell, Frodo?"
" Well, I can't remember well, with my wound, but Lady Arwen and I were in the river when they fell atop of us, where else could they have come from?" The child answered from his bed and glanced at me before the old man engaged him in conversation again.
I shook my head. This made utterly no sense. Out of habit, I reached underneath my shirt to grasp my medallion, but it wasn't there. I sat up quickly, rummaging around and in the thick comforter and puzzled Elrond a great deal, when suddenly a pendent of ruby, cut much like a round ball, dangling from a gold chain, appeared before my eyes.
" I knew you'd be missing it sooner or later," Came a rough voice from behind me. I craned my head around and smiled at the forbidding figure behind me.
" Allanon!" I smiled. Elrond rose from his seat on the side of the bed and left to go over to the child he called Frodo. Allanon took his seat. I lunged forward and hugged the dark man tightly around his neck, babbling questions so fast I couldn't even make out what I was saying. He pulled me away from his neck and shushed me with a soft sound.
" I can see that bump on your head hasn't affected you much, Meia," He smiled as I slipped the medallion around my neck and tucked it under my blouse.
" You can't get rid of me so easily, 'Lanon," I grinned and then questions poured out of me again, "But where are Bremen, Tay, Risca and the others?" Allanon gave me a cutting look that went straight down and cut the bottom out of my stomach. " I did it again, didn't I?" I moaned, hiding my face in my hands.
You see, I'm a writer, and not a very good one. My first attempt was absolute chaos. I mixed up the Shannara stories so bad that Shea Ohmsford and Little Red (Rue Meridian) fell in love and had a wicked son named Broma and it all went down-hill from there. (and if you don't understand that just trust me-it was BAD!) But we more or less fixed everything and I, by no means, came away whole.
I now was part shadowen and that ruby medallion is the only thing that keeps Rash (that's the shadowen's name) from taking me over and turning me into the grand-daddy of all swamp-things.
As far as me and Allanon, we go way back. We tried the whole couple thing but . . . er. . . let's just say things didn't work out.
So here I was, thinking I could give writing another whack and well, let's just move along and see what kind of mess I've made.
"So, what've I done now?" I asked as Allanon swung his cutting glance to a nearby tapestry.
"Landed us in a different story entirely," The druid growled, " and it isn't even finished yet,"
"Crap," I muttered feeling sick. Rash, my shadowen, laughed inside my head.
"Lots of good you've done, Meia Lwyasky(A/N pronounced luu-wa-sky). Just think after Dal takes over this world he'll have you to thank. . . oops or should I say me? I'll have surely devoured you persona before then,"
"Shut up, Rash,I . . . !" I had been brandishing my fist as if Rash was standing in front of me and froze, "Did you say Dal? As in Rimmer Dal?"
Elrond, Frodo and the old man were now staring at me. Only I could hear Rash and at the moment, I must of appeared quiet mental, shaking my fist at the air in front of me and yelling to one not there. "Tell me, parasite! Do you mean Rimmer Dal!?"
"Yes!" Rash hissed, " Why the hole you ripped was big enough for the forces of Broma's skull Bearers to walk through most comfortably, that is if you hadn't destroyed them!" I collapsed back against my pillow and felt light-headed and weak. Allanon watched me intently, waiting to see what Rash had said.
" We're in deep sludge," I said with a shaky breath, " Rimmer Dal followed us!" and with a moan, and Rash's laughter ringing in my ears, I fainted.