Just to warn all ya' guys, I do break out into song a lot in this next chapter. No I don't own these songs. They are written by Tolkien and Lewis Carroll. If you don't know who Lewis Carroll is than shame on you and da*m you to Hel*! If you don't know who Lewis Carroll is than you are a tragic figure indeed. I don't think you can be sentenced to death but you you should or at least you will get nowhere in life with out knowing that name! Sorry, I'm just rather sensitive about this subject. Well to begin…
Ariel had been running around like a chicken with its head cut off for quite a while; even after Elrond had entered the room to announce that Trisana had awoken. He was confused by Ariel's mannerism and taken aback by the fact that she was skipping around the room like a crazed orc, if this was what an orc looked like when not sober.
"Don't look at me," she choked back tears, "I'm hideous!"
"I have just come to report that your friend is awake and in fine condition," said Elrond. He was about to ask about what had happened when he was abruptly cut off.
"I must get to her! I must warn her! There are evils in these instruments and they do not rest!" Ariel ran out of the room before Elrond could ask her what had happened.
"Must warn Trisana," she gasped and ran as if the weight of the world rested upon her shoulders. Drums sounded in the distance.
"They are coming!"
When she got to Trisana's room she was too late. However, instead of an elf sitting in the stool by the snare drum, there sat an elf. It was Trisana. She looked out of place in the plain room. No longer women but not quite an elf. Her hair was black but curly and extremely fluffy. Imagine an elf or at least try to with black, curly, fluffy, mismanaged hair. No I didn't think you could. (Blueberry, no I am not, I repeat NOT making fun of your lovely hair, I love your hair, your hair is the highlight of my life, don't get the wrong idea)
"That's no da*n fair!" cried Ariel as she strode into the room, looking at Trisana in envy, loathing and disappointment, "why do you get to be the elf!"
Her anger was only beginning and was starting to wax. The fine edge of insanity and temporary insanity (if there was such an edge) was tilting steadily and uneasily. Either way, either one would have another step closer to a completely new level of the mortal insanity. Ariel was beyond anger and beyond help at the moment.
She ran over to the wall by the window and began her 'usual routine'. She started beating her head against the way while she rehearsed a poem she had memorized. She liked to call this poem 'The Road of the Abnormal, Insane, Inept People'.
The road goes ever (THUD) on and on, down from the (THUD) door where it begun. I will follow if I can (THUD) until…
Trisana was at a lose. If anyone should be angered, it was she. At least Ariel had known what was happening. If anyone should be banging their head against the wall, it was Trisana. For a second, Trisana actually thought about joining Ariel in her tirade. After considering this for half a second, she decided against the impulse. Trisana was a bit more hasty than Ariel was or would ever be. Thus making Trisana the wiser one who could think on her feet in times of need. Ariel needed her at that moment so the only way to calm her down was to sing. And sing she did in a slightly off-key voice with little melody.
Beautiful soup, so rich and green waiting in a hot tureen,
For who such dainties can one sup,
Soup of the Evening, Beautiful soup!
When this did not cheer Ariel up, she began another song which she had learned from her friend, who was exceptional at memorizes stuff she did not need to memorize and would never use unless to impress someone. Ariel, if you can not tell, is terrific at knowing stuff that is of little importance to anyone such at juggling, rehearsing poetry, and being able to breath. Trisana began her second poem in her off-key voice that sounded, to be frank, like a nail scratching on a chalkboard. Does that sound not make you shiver down your spine? Anyway, Trisana's new ditty went something like this:
Twas brilig and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsmy were the borogroves and the momraths outgrabe
Beware the jabberwack my son the jaws that bite the claws that catch,
Beware the jabbob bird hath slun the femonous bandersnatch.
He took his vopal sword in hand long time the maxmone foe he sough
so rested he by the tom-tom tree and stood awhile in thought
and uffish thought he stood the jabberwock, with eye of flame
came woffling through the trungey woods and burbled as it came
one two one two, and through and though his vopal blade when snicker snack
he left it dead with its head he went gollumping back
(No I probably did not spell half those words right because they weren't words to began with so don't get on my case about that, this was all strictly from memory too. Also, the words that don't look spelled write weren't words to began with so either way, unless you memorized the jabberwock, don't pick on my spelling)
Trisana's off-key voice penetrated through Ariel. Ariel could not resist. Slowly, with some resistance she drew herself back to her version of reality. This was her weak point for she had once called this poem 'the road out of insanity'. She began to sway back and for as she mouthed the words:
And hath thou slain the jabberwock?
Come to my arms my beamish boy,
Oh Farious day, calloh callah,
He churkled in his joy.
*meeting with elrond*
"So how do you suppose you are going to get back to your time period," asked Elrond as the girls looked up at him with a strange expression that seemed to say 'how the hel* should I know'. He was not used to talking with inexperienced, unmotivated, sedentary, and downright 'not the brightest crayon in the box' girls who were barely above the legal drinking age. Yes crude as it was, it was for the most part true, especially on Ariel's part.
"Well all we know it that we were sent her by some unknown force and we have a task to do here," said Trisana looking as if she knew what she was talking about and almost pulling it off.
"And what task may I ask is that of which you speak?" inquired Elrond suspiciously.
"Well, how should I know," said Trisana, finally giving up her act of being smarter than she seemed, "all I know is we must have come here for a reason. Who ever dropped us down here will bring us back in the end."
Elrond realized he was not giving Trisana enough credit. She seemed the brighter of the two by far. Ariel was the one who had proved to be the dull-witted, unkept, and lazy (not to be meant in a rude manner).
"So what do you propose we do my Ladies," he asked, mainly to Trisana. He had noticed Ariel had not been feeling well since she had left Trisana's room. Whether it was because of beating her head on the wall or well… he did not want to know really. She had been drifting off every once in a while chanting to herself. The words she chanted did not make much sense at all. Every once in a great while she would stand up and shout "I sent a message to the fish, I told them this is what I wish…' then she would sit down and look bluntly and rather stupidly at her feet.
"Well what I think we should do is go to the primary source. Our instruments. They are bound to lead us somewhere," said Trisana.
"No!" cried Ariel jumping up suddenly, "that is the first place that anyone would look! Can't you see, it's a misleading clue. A read herring."
"Well than what the hel* are we suppose to do," said Trisana getting agitated by Ariel's constant and rather pointless interruptions.
"Well, I think we should recreate the place we were last before we left our world and landed here," said Ariel.
"Well not a bad idea but I still don't get why we can't check the primary source of which all these strange occurrences have occurred."
"No. Who ever sent us here wanted us to look at that hearing loss, destructive and pathetic excuse for a wind instrument. Why, I'd burn it for fire wood if I could but I think I could get even more fire wood if I sold it and…" Ariel dragged on and on.
"I think that is a wise idea, even if it was from Ariel," said Elrond, "perhaps then we can learn what had gone amiss."
"Well we were playing baseball at the time, see," Ariel stated, "but it is worth a shot."
"Baseball," said Elrond, "I don't believe I have ever heard of such a thing."
"Um, well we will need nine players for one team and another nine players for the other," she stated, "Do you know where we could find people to play?"
Elrond was about to ask another question but before he could do so he was cut off. An elf had run into the room and reported something to Elrond. Elrond excused himself and went off to see for himself the news of which the elf had reported.
"I know what it is," said Trisana suddenly, "we're at the Rivendell. The place where the council of Elrond took place. This is where the fellowship of the rings was formed!"
"My, you are a sift one," Ariel stated (she had seen the movie about five times and all the while was drooling over Legolas and Frodo).
"How do you know that? The council didn't take place till October 24 or so," Trisana was able to memorize information in books just as easily as Ariel was able to memorize poems.
"Ya well," she suddenly came into a trance, "I believe, do to the author's lack of research and laziness, she screwed up and had to put us through a time change to have us meet the Fellowship in October when in our world it was really the ides of February." Ariel had come out of her trance and began to rehearse 'The Raven' by Edgar Allen Poe.
"Don't you see what this mean then?" cried Trisana in blithe and utter happiness, "we were sent to help the fellowship!"
"What the, hel* I'm not going on no dumb mission to save some stupid ring! Hel* no. I'm gonna sit my bottom right here and not move! Do you hear me. I'm not going on any dumb as* mission to throw the stupid ring down the stupid hell hole, what is it, Mount Strider?"
"No stupid, it's mount doom and Strider is Aragorn."
"How corny. I'm not gonna go on a stupid mission like this if that's the best he's got for his names. Plus, who names their kid Aragorn or Strider for that matter."
"Oh," said Trisana, "I'm sure you would perfer something like 'Flat beverage' or Potato Chips for your mountain range."
"If I named it… come to think of it, I would," said Ariel.
"Oh your beyond help," said Trisana come on, "perhaps we can get Legolas to bat while you catch. You'll be able to see his fine as* from that angle anyways."
"Sounds like a deal," said Ariel brimming with happiness, "When do we began?"
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