Reviews:

Queen Islanzadi: never mind. And as for rereading, you have a point. hmmm . . . . I just hope you're good at remembering minor characters.

Remember to Feel Real: I don't know . . . my dog's more afraid of the bass . . . must be the fact that it's so big. makes a great weapon, don't you think?

gina: I know. You told me all about it. And if I didn't know, I'd go to your pagey-doodle and then I'd know, so ha!

meagan: no twenty questions? I must be getting good at explaining stuff . . . everyband in the world, meagan. He's an evil overlord, you know. Over being the operative word.


Author's Note:WARNING! This chapter contains insane band people. They are under the influence of an evil being of a higher nature than themselves. Please pardon any band related insults. It's not our fault the band people were acting weirder than normal. If this is how band people normally act, don't tell us. We like to think they're all nice, insane people who don't take baths in root beer. Thank you.


Chapter 4

Minas Ithil: A History


Mandy's PoV

I stayed by Legolas's side, even though I knew it would only make me miss him more. I clasped his hand tightly, so tightly that at one point he leaned down to speak in my ear.

"If you are worried about the war," He whispered. "Do not be. Just stay by me." He flashed me a smile, and I just squeezed his hand tighter.

Now, I've been to several football games, but this was the first time I'd seen band members in their natural habitat. They were playing off-key and shouting raucously, drowning themselves in Dr. Pepper and Root Beer. I grimaced, as did Legolas, since sensitive ears were prone to being irritated by the noises.

I was at the front of the wall, watching as Morgoth strutted in front of his army, brandishing his red, glowing sword. I gulped, realizing what suicide our plan actually was.

"Attack, my band, ATTACK!" All at once, I saw danger coming from some of the nerdiest kids in school. Cymbals became deadly, spinning razors. French horns became gun-like weapons, firing few but powerful bullets. Even drums were launched by catapults to destroy the city Minas Ithil. It would have been funny in a movie, but this was something else.

"Holy crap!" I shouted, watching the scene below as they marched forward to destroy everything in their path. "This is NOT what I expected!"

Suddenly, the back of my shirt was tugged on. I turned to see Kelsey.

"Lights." She whispered, "And don't ask me where Nickel got them."

"Band's only weakness!" I yelled as huge spotlights – a theatre person's dream, and Band nerd's annoyance – flooded the army below. They cowered and covered their eyes.

"And our distraction," Kelsey muttered. "Come on, I found a way out of here where we can get to Morgoth."

I ran after Kelsey and Nickel, hot on their heels. We ran down a couple of staircases and even lower into some tunnels under the city.

"It was finished a year or so ago to be the summer palace," Nickel informed us as we trudged underneath the battle, "Like a mini Minas Tirith."

"Geez," I heard Kelsey mutter. "Look who read "Minas Ithil; A History." I nearly lost it right there, tears forming in my eyes from wanting to laugh, but was forced by Kelsey to keep walking.

"Nearly there," Nickel whispered, but I stopped.

"What was that?" I hissed, listening for any sounds.

"What was what?" Kelsey asked. I peered into the darkness behind us.

"Nothing, I guess. But I could have sworn I heard someone following us."

"Probably a dog or something," Nickel shrugged it off and continued. I glanced behind us again, and followed.

The next staircase was only a few feet away, and we hurriedly climbed the steps, Nickel first. She opened the hatch above us and we climbed out. The battle was only feet from us, and I was frozen stiff against the wall, watching as cymbal blades drew closer to us.

Nickel raised her arms and pointed in a direction far opposite our destination. She muttered something I couldn't hear then announced, "FREE SODA! FREE DR. PEPPER, ROOT BEER, SPRITE AND COKE! FREE SODA!"

"Nickel!" Kelsey whispered frantically. "What are you doing?" But the crowds of marching bands all dropped their instruments and ran in the direction that she had pointed, eagerly looking for the free drinks.

"Nice job." I muttered under my breath. Nickel grinned.

"I thought one last trick before I go would be sufficient." Then her face grew serious again. "Come on." We ran along with the band members, casually mingling as we searched for Morgoth.

"Do you see him?" I whispered to Kelsey.

"Not yet…"

"He's there!" Nickel whispered. We turned to see Morgoth standing not ten feet away and screaming, his face red.

"THERE IS NO FREE SODA!" He screamed. "YOU FOOLS ARE BEING TRICKED!" We melted out of the crowd, hurrying towards him. Nickel began chanting the spell that would send us back to Earth, as Kelsey and I ran to grab a hold of him somehow. Which is where I stopped. A band member had just sprinted in front of me, looking oddly familiar.

"Isaac?" I asked, confused. "What are you doing here? Are you working for Morgoth?" He didn't answer me, so I did the only logical thing I could think of doing—I tackled him.

"Stop…struggling!" I panted, my arms around his waist. "What…are you…doing here?"


Nickel's PoV

The world began to spin again. Kelsey had a handful of Morgoth's cloak, who hadn't noticed because he was still yelling, and was grasping my hand. Mandy on the other hand…

"MANDY!" I screamed. "GET OFF HIM!" At this, Morgoth turned to see Kelsey and me.

"You!" He hissed, trying to rip away from Kelsey, but she held on fast.

"Oh no you don't!" She yelled back, jerking his cloak back so that Morgoth fell to the ground. What I saw next made my heart sink. Legolas was on the field, peeling Mandy away from her earthly boyfriend with the help of Haldir. They both made a lunge for us, lurching this way and that as the world continued to spin.

"DON"T!" I screamed at them, but it was too late. The world was beginning to grow brighter, and brighter…until we were engulfed in it and there was no turning back.


Cliffies! yeah! yah? how on earth do you spell that. Gina? A little help.

Anyway's, that was a traumatic experiance I never want to live through again. :-)

Revoisez si vous plait! (pardon my spelling/grammar. . .)