Disclaimer ~ I don't own the characters, plot or setting, which were created by J.R.R. Tolkien. The words, however, are mine.
Galadriel was sitting happily on a chair next to her mirror, telling a small group of younger elves a story. 'The planet has transformed. I sense it in liquid. I sense it in the soil. I inhale it through the air.' The children all gaze up at her in wonder, clearly not understanding a word of what she is saying.
Suddenly, from the mirror comes the voice of Smeago, muttering to himself. 'What is thisss? We's do not recodnize thisss...'
Yet another voice cut in, rather rudely, the children thought. 'The nasty sshe-elves has changed the words! We's do not like thiss. No's, we's knowss this is not how's its to go.'
'Shut up you nasty creature- both you you. I'm trying to tell a story!' Galadriel hissed.
For a while, this is enough to keep silence in the clearing, but just when the children were wondering if it would be impolite to fall asleap, there was another interruption.
'...It dawned with the shaping of the Majestic Bands of Influence. Three were gifted to the elves. Everlasting, comeliest, wisest, most beautiful, most powerful, most respected-
'Most arrogant...'
Galadriel shot an evil glare towards the mirror, but he couldn't see her anyway, so it was rather pointless.
'...Seven, to the dwarf lords, 'great' tunnelers and artisans of the halls of the stony-mounds. And nine. Nine bands were granted to the species of men, who over all else yearn for sovereignty. For within these rings was the might and conviction to regulate each kind.'
One of the children, apparently the only one paying attention by now, cut in. 'And the dwarfs needed seven rings, where the elves only needed three, right?'
'Yes,' Galadriel smiled. 'That is because the dwarfs are fowl, discusting creatures that don't even have the sence to use conditioner.'
'Gets ons with itss.' The mirror muttered.
'...But they were all of them misled.'
'Um, with all due respect, M'lady, weren't you one of them?'
'Shh, I wasn't. I knew from the beginning that Sauron was evil.
' Then's 'a whys you takes your preassiousss? 's 'not as goods as ours, is it preciousss?' the mirror cut in again.
Galadriel chooses to ignore this. '...For another ring was produced. Inherent in the flames of Mt. Destruction...'
'Uh, I thought it was Mt. Doom...' the child said.
This, too, is ignored.
Without warning, the mirror decided to say something else. 'We's no likes the elveses.'
'Well, the elves don't like you either!' Galadriel snapped, and, for a moment, the children thought she was going to attack her own mirror. Instead she simply said, 'Note to self; forbid Thranduil from letting the beast climb trees.'
She paused to regain the mood of her story. 'The ring transferred to the monster, Gollum, who carried it far inside the channels of the Smoggy Ridges, where it devoured him. For 500 years it exacerbated his intellect (not that there was any to begin with). Gloom crawled back into the wildernesses of the earth. Hearsay blossomed of a silhouette in the east, murmurs of an unidentified dread...
' ...It forsook Gollum.
Cries of dispair can be heard comming from the mirror. By now, several of the kids are crowded around it, staring down at the creature they assumed to be Gollum. 'Noooo! My Preciousss! Oh, whys bother?'
'...But something happened then the ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable.'
Another creature crawled into the view of the children. 'What's this? A ring?'
'...Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. For the time would soon come when Hobbits would shape the fortunes of all...'
The second creature now looks extreamly nervous, but chooses not to say anything. Instead, he simply disappears as the images in the fountain are replaced with the simple reflections of the children.
'Hey!' Galadriel suddenly cried. 'What are you doing? Get away from my mirror!'
Galadriel was sitting happily on a chair next to her mirror, telling a small group of younger elves a story. 'The planet has transformed. I sense it in liquid. I sense it in the soil. I inhale it through the air.' The children all gaze up at her in wonder, clearly not understanding a word of what she is saying.
Suddenly, from the mirror comes the voice of Smeago, muttering to himself. 'What is thisss? We's do not recodnize thisss...'
Yet another voice cut in, rather rudely, the children thought. 'The nasty sshe-elves has changed the words! We's do not like thiss. No's, we's knowss this is not how's its to go.'
'Shut up you nasty creature- both you you. I'm trying to tell a story!' Galadriel hissed.
For a while, this is enough to keep silence in the clearing, but just when the children were wondering if it would be impolite to fall asleap, there was another interruption.
'...It dawned with the shaping of the Majestic Bands of Influence. Three were gifted to the elves. Everlasting, comeliest, wisest, most beautiful, most powerful, most respected-
'Most arrogant...'
Galadriel shot an evil glare towards the mirror, but he couldn't see her anyway, so it was rather pointless.
'...Seven, to the dwarf lords, 'great' tunnelers and artisans of the halls of the stony-mounds. And nine. Nine bands were granted to the species of men, who over all else yearn for sovereignty. For within these rings was the might and conviction to regulate each kind.'
One of the children, apparently the only one paying attention by now, cut in. 'And the dwarfs needed seven rings, where the elves only needed three, right?'
'Yes,' Galadriel smiled. 'That is because the dwarfs are fowl, discusting creatures that don't even have the sence to use conditioner.'
'Gets ons with itss.' The mirror muttered.
'...But they were all of them misled.'
'Um, with all due respect, M'lady, weren't you one of them?'
'Shh, I wasn't. I knew from the beginning that Sauron was evil.
' Then's 'a whys you takes your preassiousss? 's 'not as goods as ours, is it preciousss?' the mirror cut in again.
Galadriel chooses to ignore this. '...For another ring was produced. Inherent in the flames of Mt. Destruction...'
'Uh, I thought it was Mt. Doom...' the child said.
This, too, is ignored.
Without warning, the mirror decided to say something else. 'We's no likes the elveses.'
'Well, the elves don't like you either!' Galadriel snapped, and, for a moment, the children thought she was going to attack her own mirror. Instead she simply said, 'Note to self; forbid Thranduil from letting the beast climb trees.'
She paused to regain the mood of her story. 'The ring transferred to the monster, Gollum, who carried it far inside the channels of the Smoggy Ridges, where it devoured him. For 500 years it exacerbated his intellect (not that there was any to begin with). Gloom crawled back into the wildernesses of the earth. Hearsay blossomed of a silhouette in the east, murmurs of an unidentified dread...
' ...It forsook Gollum.
Cries of dispair can be heard comming from the mirror. By now, several of the kids are crowded around it, staring down at the creature they assumed to be Gollum. 'Noooo! My Preciousss! Oh, whys bother?'
'...But something happened then the ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable.'
Another creature crawled into the view of the children. 'What's this? A ring?'
'...Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. For the time would soon come when Hobbits would shape the fortunes of all...'
The second creature now looks extreamly nervous, but chooses not to say anything. Instead, he simply disappears as the images in the fountain are replaced with the simple reflections of the children.
'Hey!' Galadriel suddenly cried. 'What are you doing? Get away from my mirror!'
