Disclaimer: I realized I didn't have a disclaimer and this is in fact, bad. So, before they arrest me, I don't own Les Mis or Lord of the Rings, it's the brilliant minds of Hugo and Tolkien who do. I own myself, in fact, (Tzippy) but not Rei (she's SilentRiver here) or Lauvra (she's les-miz-genius)
Three teenage girls were chatting. Now, if these were stereotypical adolescents, they might be talking about movie stars or the newest edition of Seventeen. If they were normal adolescents, who knows what they could be talking about. However, these young women were strange. "It's just that killing people just because they have a nice house seems a bit bloodthirsty…" said Rei
"Yeah, revolutions I have nothing against but the Reign of Terror got a bit out of hand" Tzippy agreed.
"You guys are wrong. The Reign of Terror is just what was needed to put the aristos in their place" Lauvra said.
"Hey guys, how many amis are there?" asked Tzippy out of the blue, as she was wont to do.
"Well there's Enjolras, Grantaire, Combeferre, Courfeyac…"
"Joly, L'aigle, Feuilly, Jehan, Bahorel, and that's it, I think'
"Nine then."
Tzippy got an insane light in her eyes and started muttering "The company of the Ring shall be Nine; and the Nine Walkers shall be set against the Nine Riders that are evil. Where is my notebook?"
"I don't like the sound of this" Lauvra said.
Then something hit Rei, whom Tzippy had forced to read the books. "Oh my gosh. You are kidding, aren't you?"
"Would I kid about something like this?" Tzippy asked, the manic gleam still there.
"Well, we really should have seen this coming".
