Twelve, the Number of Completion
-written by three slightly (only slightly!) insane girls
A.N.- There are three friends writing this fic, Meahow (Yavanna/Yavi), DRUIDGIRL (Niamh), and nightgenie (Sabrina/Bri). Chapters should come pretty quickly, but be warned, our writing styles differ. For one of us (DRUIDGIRL) it is our first attempt at writing humor, so please be kind.
Chapter 1
Niamh's POV
Slinging my backpack onto my shoulder, I walked out the door and jogged to my baby. My baby is a '78 TR6 Triumph convertible that my Dad bought me as a present for my sixteenth birthday, which was only three days past.
I sped around to the other side of our small town to pick up my friends Sabrina and Yavi for school. My friends and I attend Ivy Wood High School, which is hardly more than a system of sunless torture chambers.
"Yo Niamh!" Cried Bri as I slid over into the passenger's seat and handed her the keys, though silently warning her to not do anything to hurt my Baby.
Bri has been one of my closest friends since fourth grade and one of those 'special' children. She has slightly curly black hair and dancing gray eyes. Unfortunately she has a rather unhealthy habit of pranking.
"Next stop Yavi's house." She said, a silly grin slapped across her face, and a dangerous glint in her eye. I, from experience, wisely put my seat belt on. "Hang on Robin, we're going in for a bat curve."
***
Yavi staggered almost drunkenly out of my car, her face of an unhealthy pallor.
Yavi is a friend I've had since seventh grade, and the resident genius of our trio (though sometime she is an insane genius). She has strait red hair that is about two feet long, and brown eyes that are almost gold.
"You really ought not drive my car in such a fashion so as to make Yavi ill." I said, mocking my Language Arts teacher's manner of speaking.
"It grieves me to inform you that you are an idiot." Yavi glared at Bri, and Bri held up her hands in the universal sign of defeat.
Still glaring, Yavi stomped off to her classes. With an apologetic look to Bri, I trailed after Yavi.
** Nutrition Break
"C'mon guys! Make up already!" I cried, my desperation and profound dislike of the position they put me in, as the middle man...err woman.
"No! Not until she apologizes." Said Yavi, standing off to the side of our den (a.k.a. the memorial rose garden)
"Bri?" I asked, silently pleading with Bri to be mature for once.
"I didn't do anything!" I sighed heavily and sat on one of the numerous benches. I closed my eyes my and fevorently wished for my love to be here. Legolas Thranduillion. Even the slightest mention of the name would invariably send me spinning of into a sweet day-dream in which he would descend like a god and carry me of into the sunset to live happily ever after. Did I mention I'm a hopeless romantic who is utterly smitten with Legolas?
"Niamh?" Someone was shaking me and yelling my name, then a hand slapped my face.
I slowly opened my eyes, as if waking from a dream (and what a lovely dream it was.) My friends glared at me.
"You did it again!" They said in unison. Ahh, the only thing my friends agree on right now, annoyance and dislike for my infatuation with Legolas.
"You're hopeless." Cried Yavi, throwing up her hands.
"Proud of it!" We all laughed and the rift instantly became nonexistent.
*** Computer Lab
"Hey Yavi!" At my call, Yavi leaned over to let me whisper in her ear. As soon I was done, she turned to whisper in Bri's ear (Bri, who was sitting right next to her).
"Good idea." Whispered Bri and soon we were all grinning like loons.
Today we were able to do what ever we wanted because our teacher was sick and we had a very lenient sub. So, I thought 'What better way to pass the time then writing, and with friends!' You see, my friends and I are all members of Fan Fiction and we have all been wanting to co-write a fic, but were unable to do so, due to the lack of free time or to other reasons, but there was nothing stopping us now.
We were quickly so caught up in the mundane details, that we had typed absolutely nothing.
"Hey, who wrote that?" Asked Yavi, pointing to my computer screen.
Typed neatly was the word 'Setting, Milady?' and it was blank, as if waiting to be filled in. Bri shrugged, slightly annoyed with the mention of the word 'milady' and typed in 'Middle Earth, Lothlorien.'
As soon as she was finished, the words disappeared and we stared at the computer screen, transfixed.
'Your element, Milady?' asked the machine.
Even more angrily she typed 'Fire, and stop calling me Milady!'
'As you wish Lady Sabrina. What is your direction?'
'I'm warning you, you worthless piece of technology! Quit with the Lady crap! And what can you possibly mean by direction?'
'Forgive me, but it would be disrespectful to not give you a title. What may I call you? When I ask what direction, I mean North, South, East, or West.'
Yavi and I traded worried looks, but did nothing to hinder the conversation.
'West, I guess.' Almost instantaneously, she disappeared.
"Bri!" I cried and Yavi looked wildly about the lab to see if anyone else noticed, but no one had.
'Where is she, you good for naught computer. I swear if you have done anything to harm her...' I furiously typed the message, then hit the Enter button hard enough to have made it crack.
'Lady Bri is perfectly fine, now if you will answer the same questions, we will be on our way.'
'Heck no, like were going to do anything that might put us in danger of being eaten by a computer.' Typed Yavi, though slightly less furious.
'Then you will never see your friend again.' At this message, Yavi and I traded distressed looks. With a heavy hand, Yavi began to type.
'Fine, and I warn you, if you harm my friends or I in any way, shape or form, I will personally make sure you never have children. Setting is Rivendell, Middle Earth.Element: Wind. Direction: North.' Instantly she vanished, and again, no one noticed.
'And yourself, Lady Niamh?'
'Same goes for me. Setting: Mirkwood. Element: Water, Direction: East.' That was before I too disappeared.
A.N. – Well, tell us what you think, REVIEW! -N., B., and Y. P.S.: Due to reposting and new reviews, the above chapter has been edited and cleared of idiotic mistakes such as Legolas' last name being "Thranduile" or the misspelling of Rivendell. All Future chapters will be edited as was this one.
-written by three slightly (only slightly!) insane girls
A.N.- There are three friends writing this fic, Meahow (Yavanna/Yavi), DRUIDGIRL (Niamh), and nightgenie (Sabrina/Bri). Chapters should come pretty quickly, but be warned, our writing styles differ. For one of us (DRUIDGIRL) it is our first attempt at writing humor, so please be kind.
Chapter 1
Niamh's POV
Slinging my backpack onto my shoulder, I walked out the door and jogged to my baby. My baby is a '78 TR6 Triumph convertible that my Dad bought me as a present for my sixteenth birthday, which was only three days past.
I sped around to the other side of our small town to pick up my friends Sabrina and Yavi for school. My friends and I attend Ivy Wood High School, which is hardly more than a system of sunless torture chambers.
"Yo Niamh!" Cried Bri as I slid over into the passenger's seat and handed her the keys, though silently warning her to not do anything to hurt my Baby.
Bri has been one of my closest friends since fourth grade and one of those 'special' children. She has slightly curly black hair and dancing gray eyes. Unfortunately she has a rather unhealthy habit of pranking.
"Next stop Yavi's house." She said, a silly grin slapped across her face, and a dangerous glint in her eye. I, from experience, wisely put my seat belt on. "Hang on Robin, we're going in for a bat curve."
***
Yavi staggered almost drunkenly out of my car, her face of an unhealthy pallor.
Yavi is a friend I've had since seventh grade, and the resident genius of our trio (though sometime she is an insane genius). She has strait red hair that is about two feet long, and brown eyes that are almost gold.
"You really ought not drive my car in such a fashion so as to make Yavi ill." I said, mocking my Language Arts teacher's manner of speaking.
"It grieves me to inform you that you are an idiot." Yavi glared at Bri, and Bri held up her hands in the universal sign of defeat.
Still glaring, Yavi stomped off to her classes. With an apologetic look to Bri, I trailed after Yavi.
** Nutrition Break
"C'mon guys! Make up already!" I cried, my desperation and profound dislike of the position they put me in, as the middle man...err woman.
"No! Not until she apologizes." Said Yavi, standing off to the side of our den (a.k.a. the memorial rose garden)
"Bri?" I asked, silently pleading with Bri to be mature for once.
"I didn't do anything!" I sighed heavily and sat on one of the numerous benches. I closed my eyes my and fevorently wished for my love to be here. Legolas Thranduillion. Even the slightest mention of the name would invariably send me spinning of into a sweet day-dream in which he would descend like a god and carry me of into the sunset to live happily ever after. Did I mention I'm a hopeless romantic who is utterly smitten with Legolas?
"Niamh?" Someone was shaking me and yelling my name, then a hand slapped my face.
I slowly opened my eyes, as if waking from a dream (and what a lovely dream it was.) My friends glared at me.
"You did it again!" They said in unison. Ahh, the only thing my friends agree on right now, annoyance and dislike for my infatuation with Legolas.
"You're hopeless." Cried Yavi, throwing up her hands.
"Proud of it!" We all laughed and the rift instantly became nonexistent.
*** Computer Lab
"Hey Yavi!" At my call, Yavi leaned over to let me whisper in her ear. As soon I was done, she turned to whisper in Bri's ear (Bri, who was sitting right next to her).
"Good idea." Whispered Bri and soon we were all grinning like loons.
Today we were able to do what ever we wanted because our teacher was sick and we had a very lenient sub. So, I thought 'What better way to pass the time then writing, and with friends!' You see, my friends and I are all members of Fan Fiction and we have all been wanting to co-write a fic, but were unable to do so, due to the lack of free time or to other reasons, but there was nothing stopping us now.
We were quickly so caught up in the mundane details, that we had typed absolutely nothing.
"Hey, who wrote that?" Asked Yavi, pointing to my computer screen.
Typed neatly was the word 'Setting, Milady?' and it was blank, as if waiting to be filled in. Bri shrugged, slightly annoyed with the mention of the word 'milady' and typed in 'Middle Earth, Lothlorien.'
As soon as she was finished, the words disappeared and we stared at the computer screen, transfixed.
'Your element, Milady?' asked the machine.
Even more angrily she typed 'Fire, and stop calling me Milady!'
'As you wish Lady Sabrina. What is your direction?'
'I'm warning you, you worthless piece of technology! Quit with the Lady crap! And what can you possibly mean by direction?'
'Forgive me, but it would be disrespectful to not give you a title. What may I call you? When I ask what direction, I mean North, South, East, or West.'
Yavi and I traded worried looks, but did nothing to hinder the conversation.
'West, I guess.' Almost instantaneously, she disappeared.
"Bri!" I cried and Yavi looked wildly about the lab to see if anyone else noticed, but no one had.
'Where is she, you good for naught computer. I swear if you have done anything to harm her...' I furiously typed the message, then hit the Enter button hard enough to have made it crack.
'Lady Bri is perfectly fine, now if you will answer the same questions, we will be on our way.'
'Heck no, like were going to do anything that might put us in danger of being eaten by a computer.' Typed Yavi, though slightly less furious.
'Then you will never see your friend again.' At this message, Yavi and I traded distressed looks. With a heavy hand, Yavi began to type.
'Fine, and I warn you, if you harm my friends or I in any way, shape or form, I will personally make sure you never have children. Setting is Rivendell, Middle Earth.Element: Wind. Direction: North.' Instantly she vanished, and again, no one noticed.
'And yourself, Lady Niamh?'
'Same goes for me. Setting: Mirkwood. Element: Water, Direction: East.' That was before I too disappeared.
A.N. – Well, tell us what you think, REVIEW! -N., B., and Y. P.S.: Due to reposting and new reviews, the above chapter has been edited and cleared of idiotic mistakes such as Legolas' last name being "Thranduile" or the misspelling of Rivendell. All Future chapters will be edited as was this one.