Apologies for taking sooo long on this chapter. I did write it but wasn't
happy with it, and then I got sent a hoax virus email and stupidly believed
it. *kicks herself in disbelief at her own brainless action* Consequently I
screwed my computer up and had to wait until my beloved brother could come
and fix it for me. Cheers bruv!
Many many thanks to all my reviewers! Two answers to questions asked – no Vebby doesn't know my name – I am merely 'fangirl' and the reason the 'sues' are on the rampage is they've just discovered the object of their lust was not quite what they expected. This chapter's dedicated to Whamsicle, Sprite, Ruth and Helen. Whamsicle for giving me possibly one of my favourite reviews ever – do you know just how much I laughed when I read 'fuck you Vebby'? Sprite for offering me my own elfie – something I have always wanted. Helen for putting up with very long phonecalls to discuss virtually nothing, for having a bbq in her house when her parents weren't there and for taking me for a drive to revisit our childhood. Finally to Ruth my sister in law who spent her Saturday night waiting for her husband to fix the car door and in doing so read my entire story and sat down and watched 'Labyrinth' with me. I am surrounded by people with endless patience who indulge my every whim *grins* lucky me! Hmm. Pity no one will give me the rights to LOTR. Ah well…
Spin Spin Sugar.
I was sulking. Big time sulking. And what made it worse was I couldn't moan about it to anyone. Voicing my temper on anyone was not possible at that moment. And why I hear you ask? Simple. Because I was gagged and bound. Thanks to the oh so bright and annoying elf known as Prince Veborion.
What made me even more annoyed was that aforementioned elf was currently tied up and leaning on me. Putting his full weight on me on purpose. Bastard. As if I wasn't feeling crappy enough already he had to try and squash me. Never mind the fact that this was all his fault in the first place.
Yep that's right. Right about that moment his gag had slipped I was planning a way of getting both him and me out of the mess we had ended up in. At least I was until…
"You! You betrayed us! You traitor!" Veborion howled as he lunged at me.
I hesitated. Big mistake.
"You pretended to save my life, but it was all part of a larger plan to trick me! To trick us! You foul spawn of Sauron! You offspring of an orc! You, you…" He trailed off for a moment, unable to think of any decent insult, "FANGIRL!" He hissed as he managed to advance on me.
The creatures watched as Veborion got to where I was standing. And they continued to watch as he proceeded to knock me off balance so that I fell down onto the ground. They even watched me as I knocked my head on a rather large rock and everything went black.
***
I came to tied up with the leader of the creatures standing over me, sneering. "Welcome back."
I ignored him. I also ignored the ropes that were tied tightly around my wrists. All I was thinking about was the amount of damage all this getting knocked unconscious was doing for my brain. Particularly as I had never had any of this kind of damage done to my head before. Then the leader kicked me.
"What?" I mumbled, glaring up at him.
"How's our little traitor doing then?"
"Been better."
"Surprised?" He asked.
"Pardon?"
"Are you surprised?"
"Err… About?"
"That we caught you. Traitor."
I sighed. Enough of the pretence I decided. "Well, dearest Vebby did kind of give me away."
He snorted. "You think we would believe a word that elf says?"
"Well…"
He waved his hand in a gesture for me to shut up before continuing. "You are more of a fool than I ever thought. Did you not realise that we knew what the celebration was for? That we did not know the elves were celebrating the uniting of you and the elf in marriage? That we did not realise from the moment you spoke that you would betray us? That…"
"Now hang on a minute…" I said interrupting his flow, "that was for me and my 'marriage' to Veborion?" I thought back to the events in the Throne room including Thranduil's hug and realised that the creature was speaking the truth. The realisation sunk in. In the eyes of Middle Earth I was married. To Veborion.
"OH. MY. GOD."
***
I was still sulking. And now my arm was getting numb thanks to my husband. Now I was pissed. Very pissed. In a 'I'm gonna go all out and get Rambo on your ass' kind of pissed. Someone somewhere was going to pay. And I would be the one to extract payment. Of a very large fine. Soon.
I ignored the pain in my body caused mainly by Veborion's weight and focussed. I needed to get out of this and start my revenge. So shut my eyes and began planning. Then I grinned. I knew exactly what I needed, and it was sitting right in front of me.
***
Or more specifically, right in front of me in my bag. Any ideas? Yep you guessed it. My vodka. Or more accurately my vodka bottle. I smirked as I manoeuvred the bag and bottle behind me. Fortunately, the creatures were more or less ignoring me as they huddled around their fire to keep warm during the night. I rolled the bottle to my side and then stopped trying to support Veborion. Gravity claimed the two of us and with out combined weight we crushed the bottle. Into lots of lovely sharp, little pieces of glass.
Idiot.
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Hehehe! I'm free! Or at least I will be soon! R&R please!
Many many thanks to all my reviewers! Two answers to questions asked – no Vebby doesn't know my name – I am merely 'fangirl' and the reason the 'sues' are on the rampage is they've just discovered the object of their lust was not quite what they expected. This chapter's dedicated to Whamsicle, Sprite, Ruth and Helen. Whamsicle for giving me possibly one of my favourite reviews ever – do you know just how much I laughed when I read 'fuck you Vebby'? Sprite for offering me my own elfie – something I have always wanted. Helen for putting up with very long phonecalls to discuss virtually nothing, for having a bbq in her house when her parents weren't there and for taking me for a drive to revisit our childhood. Finally to Ruth my sister in law who spent her Saturday night waiting for her husband to fix the car door and in doing so read my entire story and sat down and watched 'Labyrinth' with me. I am surrounded by people with endless patience who indulge my every whim *grins* lucky me! Hmm. Pity no one will give me the rights to LOTR. Ah well…
Spin Spin Sugar.
I was sulking. Big time sulking. And what made it worse was I couldn't moan about it to anyone. Voicing my temper on anyone was not possible at that moment. And why I hear you ask? Simple. Because I was gagged and bound. Thanks to the oh so bright and annoying elf known as Prince Veborion.
What made me even more annoyed was that aforementioned elf was currently tied up and leaning on me. Putting his full weight on me on purpose. Bastard. As if I wasn't feeling crappy enough already he had to try and squash me. Never mind the fact that this was all his fault in the first place.
Yep that's right. Right about that moment his gag had slipped I was planning a way of getting both him and me out of the mess we had ended up in. At least I was until…
"You! You betrayed us! You traitor!" Veborion howled as he lunged at me.
I hesitated. Big mistake.
"You pretended to save my life, but it was all part of a larger plan to trick me! To trick us! You foul spawn of Sauron! You offspring of an orc! You, you…" He trailed off for a moment, unable to think of any decent insult, "FANGIRL!" He hissed as he managed to advance on me.
The creatures watched as Veborion got to where I was standing. And they continued to watch as he proceeded to knock me off balance so that I fell down onto the ground. They even watched me as I knocked my head on a rather large rock and everything went black.
***
I came to tied up with the leader of the creatures standing over me, sneering. "Welcome back."
I ignored him. I also ignored the ropes that were tied tightly around my wrists. All I was thinking about was the amount of damage all this getting knocked unconscious was doing for my brain. Particularly as I had never had any of this kind of damage done to my head before. Then the leader kicked me.
"What?" I mumbled, glaring up at him.
"How's our little traitor doing then?"
"Been better."
"Surprised?" He asked.
"Pardon?"
"Are you surprised?"
"Err… About?"
"That we caught you. Traitor."
I sighed. Enough of the pretence I decided. "Well, dearest Vebby did kind of give me away."
He snorted. "You think we would believe a word that elf says?"
"Well…"
He waved his hand in a gesture for me to shut up before continuing. "You are more of a fool than I ever thought. Did you not realise that we knew what the celebration was for? That we did not know the elves were celebrating the uniting of you and the elf in marriage? That we did not realise from the moment you spoke that you would betray us? That…"
"Now hang on a minute…" I said interrupting his flow, "that was for me and my 'marriage' to Veborion?" I thought back to the events in the Throne room including Thranduil's hug and realised that the creature was speaking the truth. The realisation sunk in. In the eyes of Middle Earth I was married. To Veborion.
"OH. MY. GOD."
***
I was still sulking. And now my arm was getting numb thanks to my husband. Now I was pissed. Very pissed. In a 'I'm gonna go all out and get Rambo on your ass' kind of pissed. Someone somewhere was going to pay. And I would be the one to extract payment. Of a very large fine. Soon.
I ignored the pain in my body caused mainly by Veborion's weight and focussed. I needed to get out of this and start my revenge. So shut my eyes and began planning. Then I grinned. I knew exactly what I needed, and it was sitting right in front of me.
***
Or more specifically, right in front of me in my bag. Any ideas? Yep you guessed it. My vodka. Or more accurately my vodka bottle. I smirked as I manoeuvred the bag and bottle behind me. Fortunately, the creatures were more or less ignoring me as they huddled around their fire to keep warm during the night. I rolled the bottle to my side and then stopped trying to support Veborion. Gravity claimed the two of us and with out combined weight we crushed the bottle. Into lots of lovely sharp, little pieces of glass.
Idiot.
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Hehehe! I'm free! Or at least I will be soon! R&R please!
