I will make this so the people who haven't read my first fic be able to understand this fic. I'll give a brief overview as soon as I get started.

Yes, proof reading is something that I need to work on Lithia. It's hard especially when one is up at late hours of the night typing something up but none-the-less, I will take your advice (though unwillingly of course). Oh, and I do hope that you are not dancingqueen or someone of that nature. However, I do doubt you are so this is my next sequel thing-a-ma-bober or whatever. Personally I don't like the word sequel so I will call it by a new word that I have made up in about two seconds by pounding on my keyboard: gwain. No, I don't know why that came out but this is my gwain. Don't ask I really don't know but this for the last time is my gwain.

The overview: there are three characters introduced at the beginning part of flat beverage. Their names are Amery Dias, Ariel, and Trisana. Amery's dead, well they are all dead so that kind of defeats the purpose of saying that one is deader than another but Amery is deader so just bare with me.

Ariel and Trisana are two very odd, strange, queer, inept individuals and continually beat their heads against the wall and recite Lewis Carroll poetry or any poem in general. And yes, I once did try to beat my head on the wall and recite poetry. I found it very hard so one must give them credit.

In the end of the first story, Gimli decided to stay with his love, Ariel because well, he loved her for some strange unknown reason. Legolas and Trisana are also deeply in love as well but no one besides blueberry wants to here about that relationship. Sam had been in love with Amery till she died and then he'd just kind of…moved on shall we say after they broke up when she was swallowed by the sea monster at Moria.

All the characters end up dying while in moria when that awesome fight scene was going on. This was mainly do to the fact that Gimli was deeply in love with Ariel and wouldn't leave her side while she lay dying, being pierced with many arrows and looking like a Christmas tree. That's about all you need to know if you haven't read my last fic. Basically you haven't missed much.

Oh, and I strongly suggest you read Madame Blueberry's piece entitled Alka Seltzer is Dangerous. This will also give you some background info on anything you wish to know. Well, not really, it's only the best story I've ever read so do read it. And one more thing; flame her while your at it for not updating in a long, long time.

The Origin of Liquid Cleaners

She felt no pain. No sharp edge of anything to hold her back from falling. Everything was different. It was wrong. All wrong. Something was messed up, something was not right. She opened her eyes once more to see Gimli standing over her and she smiled at him. She was dying but she felt no pain. Shouldn't she feel pain? Shouldn't she feel something? Gimli was holding her in his arms while she wreathed and coiled. She was dying but still no emotion pressed into her. She pitied Gimli for she knew something was going amiss but she couldn't find the words to tell him, she couldn't talk.

"Go!" she wanted to scream, "save yourself!" But no words came out. She was slipping away from him and could not help it. Was this truly the end? Or was it only a new chapter in her life? One of which she wouldn't remember when she returned home. If she returned home that is. She knew nothing at that moment only because she was never told anything before as to why she was there in the first please. Technically there was no answer but that's besides the point.

She slipped away silently and she felt Gimli's tears upon her face, mingling with her own blood. With that last thought, she tensed and left feeling that her body was being taken away from the dark cave. Where was she going? She didn't know. All she knew was that she was leaving her body behind, her lover, and her best friend. Would she ever see them again? She could not help thinking so deeply for the first time in her existence. It hurt her little head but at that moment, pain was good right now, pain had feeling and emotion along with the subtleties of mortal existence.

Major short chapter and don't worry, I'll get back into the groove soon with my original style unless you lovely reviewers wish me to keep this pathetic style that sounds like a complete Mary-sue. Yes, my characters do have more emotion than anyone probably realized but don't worry, I'll make 'em as cruel and heartless as ever if you wish it to be. It all depends on what you like or hate. Let me know for even if I don't except constructive criticism very well, it doesn't mean I won't take it. Do review! Next chapter, which will be funny and actually get somewhere, is coming shortly! This was just a short overview before we began. And naturally we need to have a poem to bless this:

"You are old father William," the young man said,

"And your hair has become very white,

Yet you incessantly stand you your head,

Prey, what is the meaning of that?"

"In my youth," father William replied to his son,

"I feared it might injure the brain,

Yet now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,

Why, I do it again and again!"

I search for haddock's eyes among the heather bright,

And beat them into waistcoat buttons,

In the silent of the night.