Disclaimer: I only own Rena and Sasha...and the pink dress (unfortunately).
Author's Note: Sorry it's been a while. I've been sick and procrastinatory :-). Anyways, enjoy (and review)!
Of course, that just happens to be the very moment when a knock comes at the door.
"Bothers," I whisper as I walk over to open the door. "Sasha just had to choose this particular moment to go gallivanting around Rivendell." I open the door a crack and peek my head out. "Yes?"
A disgruntled and slightly ruffled elf stands with his arms crossed outside the door. "You are one of the humans who arrived here earlier today?" he questions.
"Uh…yeah," I reply hesitantly.
"Were there not two of you?"
"Yeah. Sasha…um…went for a walk."
"I see. I do not suppose she happened to be wearing an unusual gown?"
Uh oh, I grimace inwardly. Here it comes. "An unusual gown? How do you mean?" Hurry up and get back, Sasha. I'm not dealing with your mess alone.
The elf frowns, looking uncomfortable. "Well, you see, just a moment ago there was a…um…thing that appeared…er…just down the hallway."
"A thing? How do you mean? And what do you mean by 'appeared?'"
"It came seemingly out of no where and landed…well, it rather landed on top of me." He tugs at his tunic, and I notice that it seems slightly wrinkled. He clears his throat and continues. "Anyway, it appeared to be a person ensnared by a good deal of bright material. A friend of mine suggested that this material might be meant as a garment." He looks uncertain.
"A dress made out of a bunch of bright material? Hmm…what color was this material?" Stalling, stalling…come on, Sasha.
"It was a rather bright shade of crimson."
"Crimson? And what exactly did it look like, this dress?"
The elf, looking more ill at ease every moment, continues trying to describe the abomination that sits in the room behind me. "Well, it seemed to have a large sphere of something glittery encasing each shoulder. And the skirt was, well, quite large. Layer upon layer of fabric. It looked as if it had something…uh…underneath it."
"Whatever do you mean, underneath it?" I ask, pretending to be horrified and afraid.
The elf shifts uncomfortably. "Um…well, I do not exactly mean that there was something underneath it. I was merely implying that it was quite large."
"But could there have been something hiding beneath it?" I inquire in fear. Oh boy, this is getting far fetched. Surely he can tell that I'm making this all up!
"Hmm…" He thinks about this idea for a moment, and it seems to please him. "I do suppose there could have been something beneath the material," he responds. "Indeed, that would explain the strange behavior of the girl wearing the dress. Perhaps this is something of which Lord Elrond should be notified." The elf hurries off, deep in thought, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Now he thinks that Sasha, or whoever was wearing the dress, was teleported around not by her own will power, but by some other thing hiding beneath her skirt. Ha! What an idea!
Crackle crackle crackle.
"Eek!"
I roll my eyes and turn around, closing the door in relief. "What now, Sasha?"
"Twinkies!"
"Huh?" I stare in confusion at the plastic wrapper on the floor and the Twinkie that is rapidly disappearing into Sasha's mouth. "Where did it come from?"
"I found it inside the pink dress. When I reappeared just now, I landed on top of the dress, and I felt something squishy. It was a Twinkie!"
"Ummm…confusion? Why was there a Twinkie inside the dress?"
"Maybe there really was another girl that got transported here and she really was wearing that dress, just like I thought!" Sasha looks pleased with herself, but I raise my eyebrows.
"And she leaves Twinkies inside her dresses?"
"Hey! What else is the floof for besides hiding Twinkies? I don't see any other purpose. Maybe she has a special fondness for Twinkies." Sasha shrugs. "Wait! D'you suppose there are more Twinkies?" I roll my eyes as Sasha dives unceremoniously into the pink floof and begins flailing about. Shortly, she has become so tangled up that I begin to suspect I will need scissors to get her out.
"Sasha? You're entangled by a pink floofy abomination, looking for Twinkies. Shouldn't you be telling me what you found on your expedition?"
"I told you al—ugh—ready. I found a Twinkie." I roll my eyes…again.
"That wasn't the expedition I was talking about."
"Huh?" Sasha manages to poke her head out of the pink floof of doom. "What other exped—oh! You mean when I went to Elrond's study?" I nod, and Sasha returns to looking for her Twinkies as she tells me her story. "Well, Elrond was there the first time I popped in, so I had to leave right away, which of course made him leave, 'cause he had to figure out who had teleported into his study. So the second time I went in I poked around in his desk. I found a calendar-type thingee, but what with everything being in elvish, that wasn't too helpful. Then I found—ooh! Another Twinkie!" Crackle crackle.
"Sasha!" I cry, exasperated. "What did you find in Elrond's study?"
"Hey, Rena? This Twinkie tastes funny. In fact, it tastes really…ugh, I don't feel so…"
"Sasha?" She keeps mumbling incoherently, then her voice dies off. "Sasha!?!" No response.
