Ok, before I go into this I will talk to you for a brief period since it is always fun to talk and waste the precious time away! (cough HAL) Hal is my new little worst enemy so all say hi to him/her when or if you ever see him/her. Anyway, that is not the point, I will be taking a tiny little bit, teeny weeny little bit, not much at all from Monty Pythons so I just wanted to give them credit for the little bit of funniness that they gave me which will be very short indeed, only a tiny teeny little bit so the whole thing isn't on Monty Pythons since that's been done before anyway.. Oh, and I put a little Shakespeare in too. Okey Dokey Artichokey, you people get the point….

"Come ye' hither, no enemy, no conquest save that of thee be present. Yea, hath thou no love, no life beyond a cave? Be it morning sun, thou strive for further darkness, be not in despair! You idle creatures of habit, live but not with desire!"

"Darn it girl!" Trisana cried, "what the hel* you talking about?"

"I don't know," Ariel gasped when she realized she was saying something she didn't understand, even if that happens to be often, "it must be a sign or something."

"You spoke Greek," Trisana said looking at her wistfully.

"Really?"

"Well, it was Greek to me," Trisana said and rolled her eyes, "you've been talking to Mr. Pockets too much have you not?" Still, Trisana realized that there was no possible medication that could treat Ariel's disease. It was contagious and spreading. She could feel it through her, pulsing through her body, beating as if to say 'you are prone to Ariel syndrome! Beware the ides of Ariel!' But that is not the point and once more, someone is getting too far off the beaten path.

"Come ho! We go with speed," said Legolas acting rather perky for such a solid and unemotional elf.

"What did you give him?" asked Ariel.

"Vodka martini, straight up!"

"Light salt?"

"No salt."

"Oh, that explains it."

"Umm, pardon?" said Trisana. Ariel could not explain the humorous effect that she found so funny, partially because there was none.

"Gosh darn it!" said Trisana after a time, she also inserted some curse words in, including 'tutty fruity, nincombpoop, and swashbuckler' not that she knew what a swashbuckler was and did not care.

"This chappie really sucks. Narf! There is no point to this, none at all. I think the writer is really high or sniffing too many markers at work and has started to write a very bad chapter," said Trisana.

"Wow, where'd that come from?" Ariel asked, "no one's writing this story about our lovely lives in the middle of nowhere. No one knows we're here in the first place. Oh, and also, any good writer would not insert the word 'very' into a sentence. Remember what the Duffman, English teacher said? Never use that horrible adverb or he will flunk you?"

"Every time! But that's not the point. We couldn't be in a fanfic or anything if the author inserted the word very. But then again, Duffman was never very sane to start at the beginning!" Trisana said.

"We are all insane!" remarked Ariel happily, "in an insane world with inept people and places and people are always waiting and waiting for the world is always waiting and stuck in silence. We are all nincombpoops! In a nincombpoopish world. Come ho! Thung Shway! Shway Thung! See, had anyone been writing about us they would have spelled Thung Shway right but alas, they did not!" And once more, the writer is getting too VERY far off track mainly because the writer wants to be a naughty little writer and spell things wrong and insert the word very into every place that can afford to use such a horrid adverb behind the English teacher's back.

They came to the tomb where Gimli did his little act but no one wants to hear anything about that act because everyone knows what happens. Ariel had fallen asleep because she had bored herself with her incessant talking about her ideas of life. Gimli, only too grateful, carried her for a time, only dropping her upon her thick skull once or twice but no harm done!

Ariel woke up to the sound of the drums beating far off and she grumbled and told Gimli to shut them up since they were disturbing her beauty sleep.

"But they are coming, my lady! We best hurry now but time is already wasting away, we have neither the time nor the number to withstand them! Block the doors!"

"Where? To dinner? Not if they drum like that!" Ariel said. She got up to go talk to the drummers since the least they could do was stay on the same beat.

"It seems everyone is marching to the beat of their own drummer now-a-days," she remarked (pardon the pun). But before she could greet the drummers outside to have a long talk about musical talent (which she defiantly had no matter how much one may tease her) the band of orcs and cave trolls and all the evil dudes came in to attack them.

Before she knew it, Ariel was pierced with an arrow even before she could say, "oh look! I've been pierced by an arrow!" And naturally, she died.

But remember, 'death is but the beginning' so no hard feelings people, please go cry to your mommy and not me.