Chapter 8
"Okay, now what do we do?" Aragorn asked while they sat in Danielle's living room. Rhiannan didn't know how, but no one was home. The house looked exactly the same as the girl's had left it, but no one was home. It had Rhiannan confused, but it also made things a little easier.
Merryweather was the one left with them, the other two fairy godmothers had to leave to take care of some things, "We must find the princess," she explained, "but that requires a spell that will not prove to be exactly…good…"
"What do you mean?" Legolas asked.
Merryweather sighed, "This spell, it sends each of you to a different…fairy tale per say… Boromir will be sent to his fairy tale with the Princess, and…those who are connected to you that you have left behind will be pulled into these fairy tales as well…"
Rhiannan swallowed hard, "But we'll all be okay, though, right?"
"The moment Boromir has achieved the proper ending yes…" the fairy godmother tried to force a smile, "but if he does not achieve the correct one…then… Its how all fairy tales are meant to be. If one goes wrong, the rest will as well."
"Explains why there are two different versions of every fairy tale," Rhiannan muttered taking a seat.
Boromir was sitting in a corner thinking about all that had been said, and Aragorn was doing the same in another corner, "We'll all be good guys right?" Pippin asked.
Merryweather shook her head sadly, "I'm afraid not dear. Your character will be placed with what best fits you… I can't exactly explain it, but if you wish to save this young woman…then you must all agree to do it… The moment the tales are over you will be sent to where you came from."
"We'll be sent back to Middle-earth?" Aragorn asked.
Merryweather nodded her head, "Yes, I am afraid so. It has its upsides, but also its down sides. You will not be able to change the fate of some in this world, but you will destroy a great evil here and return home."
Aragorn looked up at the others, "I want my sister back, safe. The Fellowship is yet to completely depart; we have one more mission I think."
Gandalf looked up at the king then glanced around at the others, "I agree with Aragorn, we must return some time soon anyway. Gondor will not do well without some type of leader. All those that agree, say aye."
A voice of unison was heard, "Aye!"
Danielle quickly pulled away from the man and stared at him, "What do you want from me?" she asked. "I have nothing to give…"
"You were never meant to return to Earth," he glared, but then it was quickly replaced with a sneer, "Your poor future husband… No heir? That would be terrible…"
"What?"
"You see," Morgoth sat down in a bronze throne that instantly appeared behind him, "if you remain too much longer here, that child that you bare will not survive."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you all ready know your asleep," he nodded, "that causes the problem of proper nutrition. Your child is also of Middle-earth. You were born there, Boromir was born there, and so must your child be born there. He or she will die other wise."
Danielle held her hand over her stomach protectively, "How can you be such a monster?"
Morgoth smiled evilly, "How? It's very simple dear girl. I am looking out for me, no one else. I have no one else to worry about. This world, once I have your friends in my grasp, will be mine. Do not worry dear girl, for if you never wake up, you'll never know when you die."
Rhiannan blinked. She turned a full circle then blinked again, "Okay…this is weird…" she muttered while glancing around. "What the hell of a fairy tale am I in?"
She was just outside a small village. It was old fashioned and she was standing outside of a farm house staring down at the small village. She glanced down at her outfit and found she was in a jumper like dress. It was blue and underneath was a white blouse, "This seems really familiar…why?"
She jerked her head when the sound of a whistle coming from no where sounded, "Oh crap…"
Haldir was in a completely different situation. He felt…huge… Not fat huge, but body mass lots of muscle and fur huge. He lifted a hand and let out a scream at the sight. His supposed 'hand' was covered in fur and a massive claw. His scream didn't even sound like him, it was more of a deep massive roar then a scream. Haldir calmly, like the former elf that he was, looked around for a mirror. He was yet to actually find one. As he explored his new found area, he found that he was in fact in a giant castle and he was just in one wing of that castle. To his luck outside of the wing that he was in was a mirror. He stopped in his tracks and stared at himself, "This is a fairy tale of earth?" he gasped feeling the now long snout upon his face and the horns on his head. "What is wrong with these people!"
Boromir stared at Gandalf who was pacing back and forth. Gandalf looked like himself, except he was in medieval and very kingly clothes, "So…" Boromir spoke wishing for the first time since he had started his journey that Rhiannan was there, "what do we do?"
"Well…" Gandalf looked stumped. He quickly took a seat in his throne and stared down at the ground in thought. "I don't think I know…"
Boromir blinked, "Say that again?"
"I don't know…"
"We are in so much trouble…" Boromir muttered before burying his hands into his face.
"Look at me!" a voice squeaked forcing Haldir to stop staring at his new found form. Down at his feet sat a cup. Not any ordinary cup, but one with a face that looked like Pippin. Behind that cup followed two other cups. Each with a face of a hobbit, Merry and Sam, "I'm a cup!"
"Would you three hold still!" a clock yelled while hobbling after them. The clock looked oddly like Frodo.
"Haldir?" Merry spoke up, "Is that you?"
"You look ugly," Pippin added.
Haldir let a growl escape his throat and all three cups huddled together and started to shake.
"Would someone please care to explain why I am a tea kettle?" Arwen asked while hopping over. "I was in the middle of teaching how to use King's Foil to stop one from becoming a ring wraith and then I was inside a cupboard. I thought I had died."
Haldir blinked, "This world has some very strange fairy tales," he muttered before walking off while the mass of animate objects began to talk to one another.
"I think you should go seek out Danielle," Gandalf finally spoke, an hour later in the middle of a small dinner.
Boromir looked up at the wizard, "I believe I've figured that one out… where do I go?"
"To Morgoth's castle of course!" Gandalf spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Boromir rolled his eyes, "And where is that?"
Gandalf got up from his chair, drumstick in hand, and walked toward the nearest window, "Well, where all the black and dark green clouds are. Only seems like a few hours travel. You'll leave after dinner."
"You're crazy you know that."
"Funny my dear boy, funny."
Rhiannan had soon found out what fairy tale she was in the moment an old man, that looked creepily like Elrond, appeared saying something about a beast then passing out. She was just slightly stumped, but not as much as she had been before. She then had found herself at the steps of a giant castle. That was after Legolas came to propose to her. Things just kept getting better and better, "Danielle," she muttered to herself, "if we survive this you better make those little cookies that I love so much or you are so dead."
Boromir looked up at the castle that he had been riding toward for the last hour or so and raised an eye brow, "So this is where…Danielle is then?"
"Yep!" a voice chirped making Boromir jump and look to find Frodo. Except Frodo was glowing bright blue and had little wings on his back. Boromir had to shield his eyes from the brightness of the hobbit, "She's been sleeping, shhh…"
"Frodo," Boromir poked the creature in the stomach, "what happened to you?"
"Are I not asleep?"
"No…" Boromir stared at him then quickly changed his answer, "I mean, no of course you're dreaming! Not just sleeping but dreaming too!"
"RIGHT!" Frodo smiled happily, "Now we're off to rescue Danielle! The lady in the bright green said if we save her we get to go home! I'm so excited!"
"Frodo, this isn't like you…"
"What do you know!" Frodo snapped, "you're only a figment of my imagination!"
Boromir swallowed, hard, then followed after the flying hobbit, "This is just getting stranger and stranger…"
Danielle glared into the mirror that Morgoth had given her. Instead of her reflection they were watching Boromir while he cut through the thorns surrounding the palace she was supposedly asleep in. Morgoth had left her alone for the time being and now she was just staring at the face of the man she loved. There was also the flying hobbit, but it had lost its amusement thirty minutes ago. Sighing she turned the mirror over and there was a picture of Rhiannan talking to Arwen who was a tea pot. She couldn't help it. She just started laughing, "They are so going to kill me when this is all over..."
Note: hey guys, sorry about such a very long wait. It's been…weird…and super busy here. Senior year and all. Rhiannan and I haven't had much time to really talk. Anyway, this may not be as great as some, but it's got it's funny points. THANKS!
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