Hmm. feeling guilty over my petty little rant in last chapter. soz if you
didn't like it - but I'm ill and therefore am now more small minded and
petty than I usually am... And I don't own LOTR. Life just ain't fair.
Stone Cold Crazy.
I gulped. And then accepted the inevitable. I was screwed. Big time. Then a slightly reckless feeling overtook me. Ah, said my brain fuzzily, that will be the neat vodka then.
"Alright boys?" I asked as I stumbled into the clearing. "How's it going?" I waved my bottle at them which I had removed from my bag and stuck a ridiculous lopsided grin on my face. Not that difficult when you aren't completely stone cold sober.
I fell as the creatures who were talking turned to face me. Their expressions were not welcoming. To say the least.
"Who are you?" One eventually asked.
"Fangirl." I answered simply, taking another swig out of my bottle. Vainly hoping the alcohol would numb the pain I was suffering from.
The creatures turned back away from me in disgust. Then the one who had originally spoke asked another question.
"Who did you come here for?"
"Legolas." I answered. "But I thought he was a man." I paused for a moment before continuing. "I heard what you were talking about and I want in."
***
Yep that's right folks, I was standing up and volunteering to join in with this bunch of creatures who I didn't know and attempt to well, wipe out the elves. As you do. Understandably they were ever so slightly suspicious.
"Why?"
"Well, it's like this. Ever'body loves elves don't they?" I slurred as I swigged from the bottle yet again, "So I came here hoping for a piece of elf and all I get is torture and humiliation." I took another gulp. "They've tried to kill me more than once, thrown me in the dungeons, left me with the spiders... You name it, they've done it. I think it's about time for some payback." I looked up as I said it, hoping to gauge their reactions from their expressions, but they had retreated into the shadows and I could barely make out their figures, let alone their faces.
"Hmm. We shall see."
***
"So tell us, Fangirl," Their leader sneered. "why should we trust you?"
"Err..." Oh shit. "Because I was going to help Thingaladion kill Veborion." I answered.
"You were in on his plot?" The leader seemed surprised. "And yet it did not succeed."
Vebby's alive? My brain stored this piece of information away for use at a later date and I responded in my own way to show disgust at his survival.
"Fuck! How the hell did that creep survive? Is there no justice in the world?" I fell to me knees and shook my fist up at the sky and in a very dramatic voice shouted, "Damn you! Damn you all!"
This response brought some murmurs of approval from the group.
"Silence!" Their leader declared. He gazed down at me as I remained on my knees. He nodded to himself. "We leave for the Palace within the hour."
***
So there I was heading for the Palace yet again, now with added co- conspirators. Marvellous. I wasn't even sure who or what the group actually were. I had decided against trying to make polite conversation, hence we travelled in almost total silence.
Total silence except for the noises that were coming from me as I swore every time I put pressure on my foot. The leader glared at me. So much for a silent approach then, I chuckled inwardly. The Palace here we come!
Idiot.
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ahh! what am I doing! do I really want revenge on the elves? am I really that bitter? or is it just the alcohol in me? and who are these mysterious creatures? hmm... R&R please!
Stone Cold Crazy.
I gulped. And then accepted the inevitable. I was screwed. Big time. Then a slightly reckless feeling overtook me. Ah, said my brain fuzzily, that will be the neat vodka then.
"Alright boys?" I asked as I stumbled into the clearing. "How's it going?" I waved my bottle at them which I had removed from my bag and stuck a ridiculous lopsided grin on my face. Not that difficult when you aren't completely stone cold sober.
I fell as the creatures who were talking turned to face me. Their expressions were not welcoming. To say the least.
"Who are you?" One eventually asked.
"Fangirl." I answered simply, taking another swig out of my bottle. Vainly hoping the alcohol would numb the pain I was suffering from.
The creatures turned back away from me in disgust. Then the one who had originally spoke asked another question.
"Who did you come here for?"
"Legolas." I answered. "But I thought he was a man." I paused for a moment before continuing. "I heard what you were talking about and I want in."
***
Yep that's right folks, I was standing up and volunteering to join in with this bunch of creatures who I didn't know and attempt to well, wipe out the elves. As you do. Understandably they were ever so slightly suspicious.
"Why?"
"Well, it's like this. Ever'body loves elves don't they?" I slurred as I swigged from the bottle yet again, "So I came here hoping for a piece of elf and all I get is torture and humiliation." I took another gulp. "They've tried to kill me more than once, thrown me in the dungeons, left me with the spiders... You name it, they've done it. I think it's about time for some payback." I looked up as I said it, hoping to gauge their reactions from their expressions, but they had retreated into the shadows and I could barely make out their figures, let alone their faces.
"Hmm. We shall see."
***
"So tell us, Fangirl," Their leader sneered. "why should we trust you?"
"Err..." Oh shit. "Because I was going to help Thingaladion kill Veborion." I answered.
"You were in on his plot?" The leader seemed surprised. "And yet it did not succeed."
Vebby's alive? My brain stored this piece of information away for use at a later date and I responded in my own way to show disgust at his survival.
"Fuck! How the hell did that creep survive? Is there no justice in the world?" I fell to me knees and shook my fist up at the sky and in a very dramatic voice shouted, "Damn you! Damn you all!"
This response brought some murmurs of approval from the group.
"Silence!" Their leader declared. He gazed down at me as I remained on my knees. He nodded to himself. "We leave for the Palace within the hour."
***
So there I was heading for the Palace yet again, now with added co- conspirators. Marvellous. I wasn't even sure who or what the group actually were. I had decided against trying to make polite conversation, hence we travelled in almost total silence.
Total silence except for the noises that were coming from me as I swore every time I put pressure on my foot. The leader glared at me. So much for a silent approach then, I chuckled inwardly. The Palace here we come!
Idiot.
**********************
ahh! what am I doing! do I really want revenge on the elves? am I really that bitter? or is it just the alcohol in me? and who are these mysterious creatures? hmm... R&R please!
