It's amazing how quickely we're moving through this story. Next two chapters are the battle of Pelannor Feilds, and then we move on to the Black Gate and all the fun stuff afterward . . . like who exactly is Pastrami?
Reveiwers:
Iforgotmyname: yep, He's back -he just can't keep away from Kelsey, can he? Mandy's in The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, and the extras got to choose what they were and so Mandy got creative and got to be an elf!
Remember to Feel Real:just wait till chapter six, Mandy tries to teach Legolas algebra!
Queen Islanzadi: Of course you're a wonderful highness, you always reveiw. And you're always the first to review. Now, about The Break Room, it's not supposed to really have a major plot - it's like life, we make a big deal over little things because we don't have any awesome drama.
Chapter Four
Seriously Sleeping In
In which multiple things happen, but nothing terribly important occurs.
Nickel's PoV
I woke up in my little corner of Minas Tirith, a large, well to do house that seemed to have been evacuated rather quickly and recently. I wonder why. It wasn't the sun that woke me as there wasn't really anything worthy of being called a sun, but my body's clock, by which I registered it to be around seven in the morning or so. Disinclined to awaken, I did what any sensible person would do – went back to sleep. When I woke up again, I was a bit disoriented by the lack of timekeeping devices and set out to see what time it was. Up at the citadel, I found Ernie, armed and looking rather foreboding.
"Where have you been?" We asked at the same time.
I grinned, "you first."
"Well, for the past couple of days or so-"
"Wait, days?"
"Yeah, from the day after we arrived until now, all these weirdoes keep asking me what I'd would prefer for armor and where is my army? The lords of the outlands didn't bring their full force, so neither did I. So I've been avoiding them. You?"
"I fell asleep."
"No way, you've been sleeping?"
"Yes, so what's the date?"
"Some guy said it was the fourteenth."
"The fourteenth!" I seriously think my eyes bugged out, "I've been asleep for four days!"
"Weird."
"I'm never going to be able to get to sleep again."
Mandy's PoV
"Haldir!"
I watched Kelsey run up the plank as fast as her legs could carry her (pretty fast by the way, she's in cross-country) She flung herself into his arms and was promptly swung around in circles. Haldir then set her down and kissed her forehead.
Aragorn proceeded more sedately up to Haldir, "How?" He asked, frowning.
"We – err . . . got bored with sitting around, so some of my drinking mates and I got leave to go help you guys."
Kelsey and I ogled Haldir.
"Really?" Kelsey asked.
"Really, but we had best be going."
And Haldir dragged us all onto the thirty ships, each of which was manned by a single elf and several now freed slaves. Some of the locals were there to and as each Dunedain took control of a ship, we set safely on our way to war, which is really going as far from safety as possible. How ironic.
Nickel's PoV
I was full of energy that day, which was probably a good thing, considering the number of times I would have died if it weren't for my new vigilance. And not just by orcs either. They hadn't gotten anything more over the wall than a ton of heads and some big rocks. But those rocks burst into flame quite randomly, leaving me rather busy trying to fight off the fires in the lower circles. Finally, it occurred to me that this was a complete waste of my time. I bound the fires to where they were, they continued burning, but soon ran out of fuel. I couldn't get to all the fires though, before Denethor was inspired to hold his annual barbeque a month early. No one thought to invite me though. All night I fought fires, until cries came from the gate. I ran faster than I had run in my life (and believe me when I say that I don't run well, I have no endurance) to the gate, only to find it shattered . . . and Gandalf was nowhere to be found.
Kelsey's PoV
I was in Haldir's arms, but we were headed for a battle. Besides, I couldn't stay too long with Haldir without Aragorn shooting nasty glares at us. Below deck, however, I ran into him the second morning on my way to fresh air.
"Good morning, My Lady." Haldir greeted me.
"Morning" I answered distractedly.
Haldir raised a brow at me, "Kelsey, you have dark circles under your eyes, have you been sleeping? Is everything all right?"
"Is everything . . . yes, of course. I'm fine." I mumbled, walking past him. Truth was I had been up all night, my nose buried in the book. But the book had changed. Haldir was now present at the boats, minus the comment about drinking buddies. But we – Mandy, Nickel, Allie, me etc – had not appeared. Therefore our ending was not set, and neither was Haldir's. Everything that had happened was there, but what would was strangely absent. The biggest surprise though was that Ernie, named as Melkor was present in the book. Only in snatches, and rarely, but he was there. This was starting to get really weird.
Ernie's PoV
I fought through the crowds of fleeing soldiers, trying to find Nicole and invite her to the barbecue party I'd seen Denethor leading off – rather bad timing if you ask me, but he was in charge. Screams rent the murky air as I reached the gate and found someone banging on it.
"Who's there?" I called.
One soldier yelled at me to go back up to the citadel.
"Hello?" I asked as the loud knock came again. The knock came a third time, but before I could reply, the gate burst open.
"Hi!" I said, "You know, it's not very polite to break through the gate like that. If you'd given the guy in charge a chance, I'm sure he would have answered.
"Master!" said the Black rider who had so rudely knocked down the old guy's door. He took off his hood and . . . had no head. Sauron has serious issues with his servants.
Suddenly a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, reckoning nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming to dawn.
"Ernie, you idiot!" Nicole flung herself onto me, wooden staff banging against my legs, "Where's Gandalf?"
"I think he went to the barbecue." I looked around at the carnage, "You know . . . Mandy's not going to like this."
"No," Nicole mused, "she won't. We should do something about that."
This chapter is rather short, but it gets us through the four or so days until the fun begins. After all, we don't want any time distortion or the PPC will be after us.
