nice weekend? mine was ok. just about recovered from my cold. And I watched a fascinating programme on hooligans. Turns out the football club with the most violent supporters is just down the road from me. So don't criticise - or I'll send the boys around! *laughs manically* hmm. perhaps I haven't completely recovered then... Still ain't mine.

Walking Contradiction.

We marched back to the Palace at a relatively slow pace. That was mainly my fault, as anything faster than a walk was impossible for me to make without either passing out or cursing loudly.

"Much further?" I asked, vainly wishing for anything to take the pain from my foot away. Vodka can after all only do so much.

"Just ahead." The leader answered.

And there it was. The Palace. I sighed, partly with relief at not having to walk any further and partly through apprehension as I was still not sure exactly what the creatures intended to do.

***

Walking up to the Palace on my own half an hour later I still found my foot aching. This time however I was going to make sure I was getting the best care available. I was after all Veborion's wife wasn't I? I sniggered to myself as I thought of all the plans that I had been privy to, amused by what they would have done to me had they known all that I did.

***

The plan they had was quite simple. I would return and find out exactly what had happened in my absence and report back. When I had the next phase of their plan would go into action.

"If they only knew." I murmured to myself. I was still puzzled as to exactly what the creatures were. They didn't seem to be of any race I could think of that belonged in Middle Earth although there was something about them that seemed vaguely familiar. "If only I could remember what the heck it was." I sighed. It would come to me sooner or later.

There were rumours that the elves were planning yet another grand celebration, so I naturally go along to represent my race. Which had me puzzled for a while when they first said it.

"What do you mean? Represent my 'race'? I'm of the race of men. Aragorn will be there won't he?"

"You are not the representative of men."

"Err. Hello? Human here."

"No you are to represent that most feared of races..."

"Which is?"

"That of Fangirls."

"Pardon? The race of Fangirls?" I paused and looked incredulously at the leader. "Since when has there been a race of Fangirls?" I saw the threatening posture of the leader and shut up. "Fine whatever. I'll go."

Five minutes later I found myself wandering back towards the Palace.

Idiot.

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Hmm. not the most inspired chapter. But I do have a few ideas of where to go next... Maybe. Possibly. R&R please!