Thanking those who took time reviewing:
Amanda: Thank you. And I will try and continue, feel free to point out anything or just tell me to stop if you ever dislike the story.
Lady Madigan: Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. As I've written to Amanda, feel free to do what I just told her to do.
Noitavlas: If I can never set foot in your house again then I'll just walk with my hands in there.
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"Stone."
"Tree."
"Boulder."
"Dirt."
"Oooh, Bat!"
"Bark."
"Leaves."
"Bug. Eww."
Antoinette continued walking towards wherever the path was leading her. It was already dark and the only light that was helping her see her way was the moon. Night sounds seeming to orchestrate louder now that their time of merriment has come. It had been a very long day, and she was quite tired and thirsty. The last she drank water was that morning after her sweets. She could not think much of food since she only rarely gets hungry. Without her friends reminding her that a meal time has come to pass, she wouldn't even remember it herself.
As all of us would do on a very eerie night, she started thinking of a song to sing.
Well, most of us do this in the bathroom. (Don't deny it.) Hearing the echo of our voice makes us want to sing louder and softer at the same time just to see the effect.
She wasn't that bad of a singer. She was in her church choir even. But she wasn't that confident in her voice, so she made no attempt in practicing and making it better.
After a long while of considering what to sing, she finally cleared her throat and started "Halo".
Was Beyonce Knowles with her, she might've sung a better version than Antoinette.
"Remember those walls I built?
Well, baby they are tumbling down,
And they didn't even put up a fight,
They didn't even make a sound,
I found a way to let you in,
But, I never really had a doubt,
Standing in the light of your halo,
I got my angel now~"
Okay, so she makes a good Beyonce herself—but that's not without months of practice.
She walked swaying slightly, imagining the beat of the song, creating the melody in her mind as she continued walking.
"It's like I've been awakened,
Every rule I had, you break it,
It's the risk that I'm taking,
I ain't never gonna shut you out~"
She twirled, closing her eyes a bit to feel the song better, unknowing that there were creatures near that can hear her unenthusiastic singing.
"Everywhere I'm looking now,
I'm surrounded by your embrace,
Baby, I can see your halo,
You know you're my saving grace,
You're everything I need and more,
It's written all over your face,
Baby, I can feel your halo,
Pray it won't fade away~"
"I can feel your halo, I can see—" she stopped abruptly as she opened her eyes and saw a tall figure. "—a reason that I should . . . Start running for my life now?" she grinned nervously. The figure in front of her felt nowhere near human and was wearing a hooded robe, which made it very hard for her to distinguish if it was a man or a woman . . . or one of those maniacal things that chased her and Skip. (Bless that cat's soul, wherever he is.) "You need not to worry of your life in my presence, my lady. But should you wish to get to Imladris without the attention of any other who would gladly devour you—it would be best to keep the silence." A male voice spoke to her. Her smile faded as she hung her head in shame.
Never has her singing got her in trouble. (Well, except for that one time she sang using a chipmunk's voice in choir.) Then, a thought came to her. "What's Imladris?" she asked the tall man in curiosity.
The figure stopped from turning and returned his attention to her. "Why are you here?" he asked. "Err, my cat." She grinned sheepishly. "You see, he took one of my slippers—", "You're wearing both of them.", "—yes, that's because I caught up with him in the middle of the forest." The creature seemed doubtful for a moment. "Where is your cat?"
Antoinette bit her lower lip and stared at the forest floor. "I lost track of Skip when we were running from something." She answered truthfully. "Something?" the creature inquired.
"I didn't see them, but there was more than one. They're . . . somewhat boorish. Not to mention scary. Skip felt them, and I could tell he was frightened. But I don't know what they were." She finished. "Come." The creature commanded gently, completely turning around. "We shall escort you to Rivendell." She stared after the figure. "We?" Just then, two smaller hooded figures walked into view.
"Oh . . . But—what about Imladris?"
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Ah, so short. Thank you to those who reviewed (again). I'll try to write longer the next chapter.