Author's note: This chapter was written by Aranel, Amber, Shada, Mytsie and
Pennhothwen. Madness is assured.
Disclaimer: OFUM belongs to the Mighty Miss Cam. Arda and the rest of the Lord of the Rings universe belongs to the Mighty Sir Tolkien.
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Aranel walked out of the building in huff. Classes sure as hell didn't get any easier here. She dropped down underneath a tree (after checking for ents of course) and waited for the others to show up.
Shada joined her, flopping onto the ground tiredly. "Valar save us, this last semester is tough," she sighed, running a hand through her messy hair.
Amber walked up, grinning evilly. She let out a quick laugh as she plopped down next to the others.
Penn ambled over, clutching her stack of books. "Hey, Aranel. What's new? Seen Mad-lung lately?" She grinned. "Oh hey Shada, nice to see you. Amber, yo!"
"Y'all are never going to let me live that down are you?" Aranel said with a grin as she moved over for Penn.
"Ma-Who?" Amber said, mostly just looking confused.
"Pfft! No," Penn smirked. "I only wish Nodalec were here."
"I woulda came to the first meeting, but apparently, after you give a mini a Big Mac, they never forget it, and maul you every time they see you, hoping for another," Amber groaned.
"O-ha-yo!" A girl with long drab brown hair strolled up to the group and blinked. " You ARE the SNAOL group right? I missed the first meeting," she said as she smiled eerily.
"Ranger hottie." Aranel supplied to Amber. "Yeah, that's us."
"Well, welcome, then! I did too, being bogged down in studies," Shada replied.
"My name's Mytsie!" Mytsie smiled, and sat down exactly where she had been standing before, and set her books and papers down.
"A lotta people missed the first meeting. I think the minis are starting to get seriously attached to that whole 'attacking innocent students' bit. People wising up and not doing stuff as often, is my guess," Amber said, grabbing a bag of cookies out of the messenger bag she dragged around everywhere.
Shada smiled wearily. "I can't imagine how many students nearly died of fear in the first week. Lots of students seem to want to join."
"Seemed to, are the operative words in that sentence," Aranel said with laugh.
"I think we all need a break. Unfortunately, *safe* field trips don't seem to be in the curriculum," Shada said.
"Well it wouldn't be so bad... if they didn't send out the fangirls..." Mytsie said.
Amber shuddered. "Fangirls. Don't even get me started on those things. They're way scary. "Ooh, Legolas, you're so hott!" Bleah."
"Exactly," sighed Penn.
"Indeed... Violent too..." Mytsie sighed.
"They have no idea what the words 'conspicuous' and 'devious' even mean!" exclaimed Shada.
"Is anybody here a Legoluster?" Aranel asked, looking at the newer girls.
Shada blushed. "That would be me," she said softly. "Actually, the population seems to be slowly dying down."
"Well... he IS eye candy... But I'm not up for the getting-run-over part of lusting after him..." Mytsie smiled, and shrugged.
Amber raised her hand warily. "Too many hormones, I think. I lust after half the friggin population of Middle Earth, I sometimes think."
"He's not built enough for me." Aranel grimaced. "My roommate nearly killed me when I told her that."
"Can't really blame you... half of the population is well... yummy..." Mytsie smiled rather suggestively and snickered.
"Middle-earth...you can't find a fault with 99% of the male population..." Shada said, grinning.
Penn just sighed again, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Glorfindel... my valiant elf Lord... aahhhh..."
"Let me guess... Glorfindel luster?" Mytsie motioned to Penn.
Amber grinned at her own thought process. "Then again, take away the whole I'm-so-hot angle, and you've got a severely hot inner somebody in that elf. All strong and everything...." Her thoughts seemed to have trailed off, a far off look in her eyes.
Shada rolled her eyes but secretly agreed, for that was one of her favorite Elf-Lords as well.
"...Yare yare..." Mytsie sighed, and tried to ignore thoughts of where Amber's train of thought was going.
Amber stared vacant-eyed for quite a bit of time. "And the long hair don't hurt one single bit."
"Oh! The valiant Elf Lord reminded me!" Aranel jumped up and dove for her pack. "I brought us some extra towels." She tossed one to Penn.
"A towel! Drat... I knew I forgot something!" Mytsie snapped her fingers, and sighed dejectedly.
"Ooh! Thanks," Penn squealed. "I, uh, lost mine." The towels were now becoming standard issue at OFUM. They had been passed out in the middle of the semester because the droll had begun to cause mildew in 'frequent- character-sighting' areas.
Amber glared at the towel. "I don't drool. I just think very bad thoughts...." She blushed profusely at that admission.
"Hehe, I brought 15!" Aranel grinned. "Can't ever have enough."
"Agreed," Penn averred. "Besides, you *never* know when you're going to need one."
Shada also waved away the towels. "I kicked the habit, luckily, though I dread any recurrences."
"True true..." Mytsie nodded in total agreement, even though she tended to simply revert to Japanese when a lust object appeared.
Amber, totally distracted by now, picked up a pebble and threw it in a random direction. She yelled out an apology when she heard another student cursing about flying rocks. "Oops."
"You know, we have a good chance of seeing the lust objects out here." The thought of another Mablung encounter was enough to send Aranel onto her back in the grass.
"Did anyone bring binoculars?" Shada asked. She had left hers in her dorm room.
"I did," Mytsie smiled, and took a set of binoculars out of her bag. "Can never be too prepared!" She smiled mischievously.
Amber just grinned. "I see lust objects everywhere. Even a few of the guy students look pretty droolworthy."
Shada laughed evilly, and pulled out of her pack a set of night vision goggles, her backup set.
"Nah," Penn squinted. "With my elvish eyesight, I don't need binoculars..." She trailed off as she caught sight of a lone, far-off figure. "Oh, Aranel?" she grinned. "Guess who *that* is."
Amber looked over at the binoculars. "Tell me if you see Merry. He's my latest obsession."
"WHO?" Aranel screamed.
Penn giggled evilly and pointed. "Mud-lung, is it?"
Shada rolled her eyes, and continued to scan the area for any trace of male Elven presences.
Amber's eyes perked up, and she sat up straight, that 'Let's Cause Mischief' look was written all over her face.
"Mud-lung?" Mytsie queried.
"Ack!" Aranel sat up startled. "Wherewherewhere?"
"Wasn't he that guy who hung out with... Damrod?" Mytsie asked, looking rather dumbfounded.
"Right over there, silly," Penn laughed. "I think he's coming over here."
"Mud-Lung?" Amber said, giggling slightly. "Sounds like a jungle disease. Get it from a teetsie fly or something."
"No it doesn't! As if Damrod is any better," Aranel said with a glare.
"The name might be odd, but he is definitely eye-candy!" Shada exclaimed, sitting up straight.
"Eye candy!" Mytsie sat up, and looked around.
Amber grinned, but then stuck out her tongue. "Facial hair. Bleah."
Shada ran a hand through her long hair and struggled to remain cool, using Jedi meditation techniques.
"Okay, okay, settle down, girls. We don't want to look like a pack of crazy fools in front of Middling, or whatever," Penn admonished.
"He doesn't have facial hair! He's just a little... scruffy!" Aranel exclaimed.
Amber looked up. "Crazy? I swear I didn't do it. Honest...."
"...But we are a pack of crazy fools..." Mytsie continued to look for more eye candy.
Amber just sighed. "Gimme a clean-shaven-looking hobbit or elf any day. Ooh, long hair, very drool worthy. Very."
"Is he still headed this way, Penn?" Aranel asked tugging on Penn's arm enthusiastically.
"Oh long hair... indeed," Mytsie nodded in agreement with Amber.
"Just remain calm, Aranel," Shada said, reassuringly. "If you swoon you won't get the chance to see him close-up."
"Hmmm..." Penn considered. "Nah, looks like he's going over to talk to that short person. Who is that, anyway? Looks like Rosie."
Amber let out an evil laugh, then jumped up and started waving. "Hey! Mablung dude? C'mon over here. Your fan is dying of dehydration just looking at yas!"
"I've seen him up close." Aranel sighed. "He has the most lovely scar on his forehead."
Mablung actually glanced in their direction, and gave them an odd glance. They looked rather familiar, some of them...
"She's right here!" Mytsie realized what Amber was trying, and pointed at Aranel.
Amber sits back down, still grinning evilly. " I still say the Sisterhood of Evil missed out big by not inviting me."
Aranel grabbed Amber's leg and yanked her back down. "Shut up!"
Penn glared at Amber. "You know... we're a sisterhood, too! Don't go ratting on your sisters!"
Amber yelped. "Watch the pants. It's bad enough that I had to rehem all my stuff cuz I'm part hobbit and shorter, but now you're trying to rip a whole new fun thing to sew up. Bleah!"
Aranel just snickered at her. "Oops."
Amber glanced over at Penn. "I was just saying, is all," she muttered, coming off sounding a lot like Sam, for some reason. Penn didn't answer; she was far too busy scanning the crowd for a certain valiant blond elf Lord.
"Hey, is that Frodo?" Aranel said suddenly, pointing in the direction of the main building.
Amber let out a sigh of boredom, and started climbing up the tree, trying to find a branch to sit on.
"Frodo. who cares?" Penn muttered, waving her hand dismissively.
"Is it?" Mytsie turned quickly, to check. "I need to see him again!"
Shada stared intently into the distance with a sinister smile. "You shall come to me now," she intoned. Nothing happened, of course. "Damn! Those Jedi mind tricks never work!" she exclaimed, annoyed.
"Ooh, hobbity goodness. Get him over here," Amber replied from half way up the tree.
"As if he'd come," Aranel scoffed.
"Try the hand trick," Amber called from a good sturdy branch two thirds of the way up.
Mytsie shuffled through her bag and pulled out a thick yellow book. "I just can't get the wrinkles on his shirt right..." She looked around for Frodo rather frantically.
"As if any of them would come." Shada pouted. "That didn't work, either."
"Mablung, Glorfindel, and Boromir talked to us today," Aranel pointed out.
Penn was starting to look catatonic.
"And I missed it...drat..." Mytsie sighed and dropped her sketchbook on her bag, pouting.
"Wish I could draw," Amber said wistfully, drooping down near the others, hanging upside down by her knees.
"I wish drawing were a course," Shada said. "An easy A!"
Amber grimaced. "I'd get a D-, kinda like I got in Art 1 back home."
"You draw? I'd love to see some of it!" Mytsie perked up and resisted the urge to squeal something in Japanese.
"Mablung spoke to us..." By now Aranel had slipped into a dream like state.
Penn's voice sounded like it was coming from inside a long tunnel. "Valiant... elf Lord..."
Amber grinned evilly. "I think I scare the characters."
Shada ignored the unconscious Aranel and the others. "Yes...I just finished a sketch during Elrond's lecture.
"Elrond's class... makeshift Art 101," Mytsie snickered and smiled mischievously as always.
Still hanging upside down, Amber asked "Ooh, can I see?"
Aranel shook herself and tapped on Penn's shoulder. "Are you ok?" Penn just stared, one eye watering.
"Elrond's class. Wise crack making 101," Amber said, laughing.
Shada brought out her sketchpad and flipped through it mischievously. "I really liked that one of Ani..."
Aranel poked her again. "Penn? Are you alive?"
Suddenly Penn leapt up. "Valar preserve us!" she yelped. "I forgot, I have a faculty appointment with Elrond!" She grabbed her huge stack of books and beat a hasty retreat. "See you guys later!" she yelled over her shoulder. "Thanks for the new towel, Aranel!"
Mytsie had leaned over to look over at the sketchbook but almost fell backward when Penn started.
Shada jumped nimbly up, despite the nagging ache in her back from carrying a huge number of books.
Amber grinned knowingly. "He catch you doing something? Cuz I swear, you think he would have reacted a little less extreme about those spit balls," she yelled to the escaping Penn.
"No... no spit balls..." Penn's voice carried amazingly well, as she was already almost at the faculty building. She disappeared inside.
"You're welcome," Aranel called.
"Maybe it was the whoopie cushion..." Mytsie sighed.
"Bye, everyone!" Shada called, laughing at Amber's comment. "I believe this concludes the second meeting of SNAOL!"
Amber waved with her fingers, still hanging upside down. "Toodles."
"It was good while it lasted." Aranel said. "I'm off to find Mablung. Bye guys."
Amber grabbed her head. "Ooh, blood rushing to my head. All dizzy. Neato." Then she fell out of the tree. "Ow." She wandered off to find an ice pack.
Shada hurried off to another section of OFUM...
"Ah well. I have to go stake out the main hall for Sauron... must get the helm right!" Mytsie stood and gathered her things to head off. And thus ended the second impromptu meeting of the Sisterhood of Not-As-Obvious Lusters.
Disclaimer: OFUM belongs to the Mighty Miss Cam. Arda and the rest of the Lord of the Rings universe belongs to the Mighty Sir Tolkien.
*~*~*~*~*
Aranel walked out of the building in huff. Classes sure as hell didn't get any easier here. She dropped down underneath a tree (after checking for ents of course) and waited for the others to show up.
Shada joined her, flopping onto the ground tiredly. "Valar save us, this last semester is tough," she sighed, running a hand through her messy hair.
Amber walked up, grinning evilly. She let out a quick laugh as she plopped down next to the others.
Penn ambled over, clutching her stack of books. "Hey, Aranel. What's new? Seen Mad-lung lately?" She grinned. "Oh hey Shada, nice to see you. Amber, yo!"
"Y'all are never going to let me live that down are you?" Aranel said with a grin as she moved over for Penn.
"Ma-Who?" Amber said, mostly just looking confused.
"Pfft! No," Penn smirked. "I only wish Nodalec were here."
"I woulda came to the first meeting, but apparently, after you give a mini a Big Mac, they never forget it, and maul you every time they see you, hoping for another," Amber groaned.
"O-ha-yo!" A girl with long drab brown hair strolled up to the group and blinked. " You ARE the SNAOL group right? I missed the first meeting," she said as she smiled eerily.
"Ranger hottie." Aranel supplied to Amber. "Yeah, that's us."
"Well, welcome, then! I did too, being bogged down in studies," Shada replied.
"My name's Mytsie!" Mytsie smiled, and sat down exactly where she had been standing before, and set her books and papers down.
"A lotta people missed the first meeting. I think the minis are starting to get seriously attached to that whole 'attacking innocent students' bit. People wising up and not doing stuff as often, is my guess," Amber said, grabbing a bag of cookies out of the messenger bag she dragged around everywhere.
Shada smiled wearily. "I can't imagine how many students nearly died of fear in the first week. Lots of students seem to want to join."
"Seemed to, are the operative words in that sentence," Aranel said with laugh.
"I think we all need a break. Unfortunately, *safe* field trips don't seem to be in the curriculum," Shada said.
"Well it wouldn't be so bad... if they didn't send out the fangirls..." Mytsie said.
Amber shuddered. "Fangirls. Don't even get me started on those things. They're way scary. "Ooh, Legolas, you're so hott!" Bleah."
"Exactly," sighed Penn.
"Indeed... Violent too..." Mytsie sighed.
"They have no idea what the words 'conspicuous' and 'devious' even mean!" exclaimed Shada.
"Is anybody here a Legoluster?" Aranel asked, looking at the newer girls.
Shada blushed. "That would be me," she said softly. "Actually, the population seems to be slowly dying down."
"Well... he IS eye candy... But I'm not up for the getting-run-over part of lusting after him..." Mytsie smiled, and shrugged.
Amber raised her hand warily. "Too many hormones, I think. I lust after half the friggin population of Middle Earth, I sometimes think."
"He's not built enough for me." Aranel grimaced. "My roommate nearly killed me when I told her that."
"Can't really blame you... half of the population is well... yummy..." Mytsie smiled rather suggestively and snickered.
"Middle-earth...you can't find a fault with 99% of the male population..." Shada said, grinning.
Penn just sighed again, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Glorfindel... my valiant elf Lord... aahhhh..."
"Let me guess... Glorfindel luster?" Mytsie motioned to Penn.
Amber grinned at her own thought process. "Then again, take away the whole I'm-so-hot angle, and you've got a severely hot inner somebody in that elf. All strong and everything...." Her thoughts seemed to have trailed off, a far off look in her eyes.
Shada rolled her eyes but secretly agreed, for that was one of her favorite Elf-Lords as well.
"...Yare yare..." Mytsie sighed, and tried to ignore thoughts of where Amber's train of thought was going.
Amber stared vacant-eyed for quite a bit of time. "And the long hair don't hurt one single bit."
"Oh! The valiant Elf Lord reminded me!" Aranel jumped up and dove for her pack. "I brought us some extra towels." She tossed one to Penn.
"A towel! Drat... I knew I forgot something!" Mytsie snapped her fingers, and sighed dejectedly.
"Ooh! Thanks," Penn squealed. "I, uh, lost mine." The towels were now becoming standard issue at OFUM. They had been passed out in the middle of the semester because the droll had begun to cause mildew in 'frequent- character-sighting' areas.
Amber glared at the towel. "I don't drool. I just think very bad thoughts...." She blushed profusely at that admission.
"Hehe, I brought 15!" Aranel grinned. "Can't ever have enough."
"Agreed," Penn averred. "Besides, you *never* know when you're going to need one."
Shada also waved away the towels. "I kicked the habit, luckily, though I dread any recurrences."
"True true..." Mytsie nodded in total agreement, even though she tended to simply revert to Japanese when a lust object appeared.
Amber, totally distracted by now, picked up a pebble and threw it in a random direction. She yelled out an apology when she heard another student cursing about flying rocks. "Oops."
"You know, we have a good chance of seeing the lust objects out here." The thought of another Mablung encounter was enough to send Aranel onto her back in the grass.
"Did anyone bring binoculars?" Shada asked. She had left hers in her dorm room.
"I did," Mytsie smiled, and took a set of binoculars out of her bag. "Can never be too prepared!" She smiled mischievously.
Amber just grinned. "I see lust objects everywhere. Even a few of the guy students look pretty droolworthy."
Shada laughed evilly, and pulled out of her pack a set of night vision goggles, her backup set.
"Nah," Penn squinted. "With my elvish eyesight, I don't need binoculars..." She trailed off as she caught sight of a lone, far-off figure. "Oh, Aranel?" she grinned. "Guess who *that* is."
Amber looked over at the binoculars. "Tell me if you see Merry. He's my latest obsession."
"WHO?" Aranel screamed.
Penn giggled evilly and pointed. "Mud-lung, is it?"
Shada rolled her eyes, and continued to scan the area for any trace of male Elven presences.
Amber's eyes perked up, and she sat up straight, that 'Let's Cause Mischief' look was written all over her face.
"Mud-lung?" Mytsie queried.
"Ack!" Aranel sat up startled. "Wherewherewhere?"
"Wasn't he that guy who hung out with... Damrod?" Mytsie asked, looking rather dumbfounded.
"Right over there, silly," Penn laughed. "I think he's coming over here."
"Mud-Lung?" Amber said, giggling slightly. "Sounds like a jungle disease. Get it from a teetsie fly or something."
"No it doesn't! As if Damrod is any better," Aranel said with a glare.
"The name might be odd, but he is definitely eye-candy!" Shada exclaimed, sitting up straight.
"Eye candy!" Mytsie sat up, and looked around.
Amber grinned, but then stuck out her tongue. "Facial hair. Bleah."
Shada ran a hand through her long hair and struggled to remain cool, using Jedi meditation techniques.
"Okay, okay, settle down, girls. We don't want to look like a pack of crazy fools in front of Middling, or whatever," Penn admonished.
"He doesn't have facial hair! He's just a little... scruffy!" Aranel exclaimed.
Amber looked up. "Crazy? I swear I didn't do it. Honest...."
"...But we are a pack of crazy fools..." Mytsie continued to look for more eye candy.
Amber just sighed. "Gimme a clean-shaven-looking hobbit or elf any day. Ooh, long hair, very drool worthy. Very."
"Is he still headed this way, Penn?" Aranel asked tugging on Penn's arm enthusiastically.
"Oh long hair... indeed," Mytsie nodded in agreement with Amber.
"Just remain calm, Aranel," Shada said, reassuringly. "If you swoon you won't get the chance to see him close-up."
"Hmmm..." Penn considered. "Nah, looks like he's going over to talk to that short person. Who is that, anyway? Looks like Rosie."
Amber let out an evil laugh, then jumped up and started waving. "Hey! Mablung dude? C'mon over here. Your fan is dying of dehydration just looking at yas!"
"I've seen him up close." Aranel sighed. "He has the most lovely scar on his forehead."
Mablung actually glanced in their direction, and gave them an odd glance. They looked rather familiar, some of them...
"She's right here!" Mytsie realized what Amber was trying, and pointed at Aranel.
Amber sits back down, still grinning evilly. " I still say the Sisterhood of Evil missed out big by not inviting me."
Aranel grabbed Amber's leg and yanked her back down. "Shut up!"
Penn glared at Amber. "You know... we're a sisterhood, too! Don't go ratting on your sisters!"
Amber yelped. "Watch the pants. It's bad enough that I had to rehem all my stuff cuz I'm part hobbit and shorter, but now you're trying to rip a whole new fun thing to sew up. Bleah!"
Aranel just snickered at her. "Oops."
Amber glanced over at Penn. "I was just saying, is all," she muttered, coming off sounding a lot like Sam, for some reason. Penn didn't answer; she was far too busy scanning the crowd for a certain valiant blond elf Lord.
"Hey, is that Frodo?" Aranel said suddenly, pointing in the direction of the main building.
Amber let out a sigh of boredom, and started climbing up the tree, trying to find a branch to sit on.
"Frodo. who cares?" Penn muttered, waving her hand dismissively.
"Is it?" Mytsie turned quickly, to check. "I need to see him again!"
Shada stared intently into the distance with a sinister smile. "You shall come to me now," she intoned. Nothing happened, of course. "Damn! Those Jedi mind tricks never work!" she exclaimed, annoyed.
"Ooh, hobbity goodness. Get him over here," Amber replied from half way up the tree.
"As if he'd come," Aranel scoffed.
"Try the hand trick," Amber called from a good sturdy branch two thirds of the way up.
Mytsie shuffled through her bag and pulled out a thick yellow book. "I just can't get the wrinkles on his shirt right..." She looked around for Frodo rather frantically.
"As if any of them would come." Shada pouted. "That didn't work, either."
"Mablung, Glorfindel, and Boromir talked to us today," Aranel pointed out.
Penn was starting to look catatonic.
"And I missed it...drat..." Mytsie sighed and dropped her sketchbook on her bag, pouting.
"Wish I could draw," Amber said wistfully, drooping down near the others, hanging upside down by her knees.
"I wish drawing were a course," Shada said. "An easy A!"
Amber grimaced. "I'd get a D-, kinda like I got in Art 1 back home."
"You draw? I'd love to see some of it!" Mytsie perked up and resisted the urge to squeal something in Japanese.
"Mablung spoke to us..." By now Aranel had slipped into a dream like state.
Penn's voice sounded like it was coming from inside a long tunnel. "Valiant... elf Lord..."
Amber grinned evilly. "I think I scare the characters."
Shada ignored the unconscious Aranel and the others. "Yes...I just finished a sketch during Elrond's lecture.
"Elrond's class... makeshift Art 101," Mytsie snickered and smiled mischievously as always.
Still hanging upside down, Amber asked "Ooh, can I see?"
Aranel shook herself and tapped on Penn's shoulder. "Are you ok?" Penn just stared, one eye watering.
"Elrond's class. Wise crack making 101," Amber said, laughing.
Shada brought out her sketchpad and flipped through it mischievously. "I really liked that one of Ani..."
Aranel poked her again. "Penn? Are you alive?"
Suddenly Penn leapt up. "Valar preserve us!" she yelped. "I forgot, I have a faculty appointment with Elrond!" She grabbed her huge stack of books and beat a hasty retreat. "See you guys later!" she yelled over her shoulder. "Thanks for the new towel, Aranel!"
Mytsie had leaned over to look over at the sketchbook but almost fell backward when Penn started.
Shada jumped nimbly up, despite the nagging ache in her back from carrying a huge number of books.
Amber grinned knowingly. "He catch you doing something? Cuz I swear, you think he would have reacted a little less extreme about those spit balls," she yelled to the escaping Penn.
"No... no spit balls..." Penn's voice carried amazingly well, as she was already almost at the faculty building. She disappeared inside.
"You're welcome," Aranel called.
"Maybe it was the whoopie cushion..." Mytsie sighed.
"Bye, everyone!" Shada called, laughing at Amber's comment. "I believe this concludes the second meeting of SNAOL!"
Amber waved with her fingers, still hanging upside down. "Toodles."
"It was good while it lasted." Aranel said. "I'm off to find Mablung. Bye guys."
Amber grabbed her head. "Ooh, blood rushing to my head. All dizzy. Neato." Then she fell out of the tree. "Ow." She wandered off to find an ice pack.
Shada hurried off to another section of OFUM...
"Ah well. I have to go stake out the main hall for Sauron... must get the helm right!" Mytsie stood and gathered her things to head off. And thus ended the second impromptu meeting of the Sisterhood of Not-As-Obvious Lusters.