Author's Note: This chapter was written by Mytsie, Nodalec, Thalia, and me,
Pennhothwen. Aranel gets a mention. :) Happy-ness! Dear co-authoresses,
email me with your notes, if you have any!
Disclaimer: As always, OFUM belongs to the Fabulous Miss Cam, and LOTR belongs to the Fabulous J.R.R. Tolkien.
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Penn daydreamed as she walked, taking in the beauty of the weather. The sun was shining, birds were singing, students were happily strolling the university commons, and lust-object sightings were up. All in all, it was a perfect day.
"PENN!" Nodalec called out, running up beside the brunette. Nodalec gasped for breath. "I'm so sorry that I left early last meeting. "
"Ah, sure!" Penn smiled at Nodalec. "I understand... those lust objects can be a pretty strong draw. What happened, anyway? You go chasing after Boromir?"
"Yeah, well, I started following Boromir, but then his minis showed up... I don't know where they were earlier. And I also remembered we were suppose to be the 'not as obvious lusters' and stalking is rather obvious..." Nodalec trailed off, then asked uncertaintly, "You won't kick me out of SNAOL though, will you?"
"Ohayo!" A slightly charred Mytsie walked up beside them, and smiled. "What's this I caught about stalking?"
"Hi Mystie," Nodalec said, a bit preoccupied with the fact that she was almost an obvious luster. "I was stalking Boromir."
"We can get kicked out for stalking?" Mytsie blinked and looked a tad worried.
"But I got chased into a rosebush, anyways..." Nodalec explained.
"Of course not! I would never kick anyone out of SNAOL, and I don't think anyone else would, either. We need all the members we can get, don't we?" Penn replied. "Oh, hey, Mytsie. Nothing much... Nodalec just got a bit carried away... probably literally, knowing Boromir's minis."
"Ah, into the rose bush, which by any other name would prick as well." Mytsie snickered and rolled her eyes.
Penn sighed. It truly was a glorious day. "Wow. 'Tis days like these I wish we were allowed to go into Minas Tirith." She kicked a clod of dirt, muttering, "Some people... sheesh."
"Yeah..." Mytsie sighed, and nodded in agreement with Penn.
Nodalec grimaced and glanced at the sky. "It's a nice day, all right, I just wish I hadn't decided to help the Elrond Lusters with that extra credit project they're working on for him. I gotta go, see you guys later!" she finished, waving cheerfully as she wandered off.
"Ok, have lots of fun," Penn smirked.
"Ja." Mytsie waved cheerfully.
Skipping over to a nearby tree, Penn sat down, tossing her books to the side. Then she patted the ground next to her invitingly, "Come on, Mytsie, have a seat. You never told me who your L.O. was."
Mytsie smiled, skipping over to the tree, dropping her bag and flopping down next to it. "Why, I didn't, did I?"
"Nope," Penn grinned. "Spill it!"
"Well, honestly..." Mytsie paused for dramatic effect, even though she was normally terrible at these sorts of things. "My favorite was always Gandalf!" In the anime universe that would have called for a face-fault, however this was not the anime universe. "Loved his attitude!" Mytsie grinned. "But some of the lesser," cough, "more eye-candy characters," cough, "are good as well." She shrugged.
Penn just laughed. "Gandalf, eh? Well... he's pretty cool, that's for sure. I was totally in love with him when I read 'The Hobbit' back when I was seven." She smiled nostalgically. "Oh, yeah... he was awesome..."
"Yeah..." Thus Mytsie took on a dazed look and reminisced.
The two sat there in silence for a little while, happily lost in thought, until...
A short curly-haired girl came running towards them. She tripped over and fell, causing the huge pile of books she was carrying to fall, one of them hitting Mytsie in the head.
Mytsie immediately snapped out of it as she was nailed on the back of the head with a book (Elrond's textbook, figures...) "I'm up!"
"Oh Valar..." moaned the stranger, caressing her head where a huge bump was forming.
"What? Who?" Mytsie looked around and spotted the moaning stranger who dropped the books. "You okay?"
She immediately began to gather up the various boooks and papers. "I'm fine...I think."
Penn stood up. "And you are...?"
"I'm Thalia. You're SNAOL, right? I've heard a lot about you guys... Gah! Sorry about that. I am such a klutz," Thalia apologized.
"Hello Thalia," Mytsie said, as she handed the book that hit her in the head back to Thalia. "It's okay, I get hit in the head all the time!" Mytsie laughed.
Penn squealed. "Thalia! Yay! It is so great to finally meet you! Well, yes... we're SNAOL... but you mustn't worry about being a klutz. I am, too." Penn danced the happy dance, quickly proving her point as she kicked herself in the shin. "Oww. Yay! Thalia!"
"Well, after that...meeting...I'm not sure if this is the time to ask you this, but...can I join?" asked Thalia, a little hesitantly.
"Of course you can! We need all the members we can get... especially since the minis seem to be regrouping lately." Penn looked at Thalia appraisingly. "And I think you'd make a darn good secretary, if you don't mind my saying so," she added.
"Really?" Thalia blushed and looked down.
"Thalia-chan, Secretary of SNAOL," Mytsie smiled, falling back into her Japanese. "Sounds good to me!"
"You seem... organized. At least, more organized than me. I mean, look at my books," Penn gestured at the pile of clutter that littered the ground where she and Mytsie had been sitting.
"Thanks! I think I am going to enjoy this..." Thalia said, grinning. "It took me a while to get up the courage to ask, but..."
"Don't worry, we don't bite... hard... normally..." Mytsie trailed off.
Penn grinned wickedly. "So... come join us!" she invited. "Mytsie and I were just talking about our L.O.'s." She sat down again, her back to the tree. "Who's yours?"
"Really? Well, I'm obsessed with Aragorn. I- well, he's so... HOT!" said Thalia.
Penn nodded understandingly. "You should talk to Aranel. Now *there's* a girl who knows her Rangers. She's after Mablung, poor fellow."
"I thought his name was Mud-lung..." Mytsie blinked.
"Nah, I just tease her about that. It's Mablung," Penn smiled again. "Poor Aranel, we're so mean to her."
"But it's so easy being mean to her!" Nodalec said, coming up behind the trio.
Penn looked startled. "Oh, hi, Nodalec."
"Oh, okay." Mytsie shrugged and laughed. "Mean? Naw, I think we just screw with her a little, as friends should of course."
"Ohmigod! Mablung? I saw him before with... Damnhot, or something? Rangers are so yummy! And Mablung is great! I love scruffy men!" Thalia said, grinning. She seemed a lot happier than she had before she joined SNAOL.
"Hello!" Mytsie smiled, and waved her hand a little, out of force of habit.
"Nodalec? I think I've seen you before. We have Elrond together, right?" Thalia said. She grinned. "You're in SNAOL too?"
"Scruffy men?" Nodalec raised an eyebrow, then turned to Penn. "Turns out the Elrond Lusters didn't need me, thank goodness."
Penn looked relieved. "Good... I was worried about you."
"Indeed," Mytsie nodded.
"Yeah, I'm Nodalec. Yeah, I think we do. Don't know your name though. And yes, I'm in SNAOL." Nodalec replied in one breath.
Thalia looked confused. "What? Who needed you...? Never mind. Oh yeah. I'm Thalia. I just joined."
"You never know what those Elrond Lusters are up to," Penn mused. "Sometimes I think they're more evil than Evil."
"Evil is as... err. Elrond does?" Mytsie tried to finish the cliche` originally but failed.
"Definitely. Elrond...he has a nice ass, but he's definitley got a sadistic streak," Thalia said. Then she leaned forward confidentially. "Once, I was trying to knock out Arwen, and I accidentally knocked out Celebrian and ended up in Elrond's bed! This was at the time oif the sick wave...I had a fever of 103 at the time." She grimaced. "Damn, that was painful..."
"Ouch..." Mytsie cringed, and imagined what terrible punishment could have come from that, knowing Elrond.
Penn giggled and fell over, hitting her head on a sharp book-corner. "Ow... well, anyway. So we have a Gandalf Girl, a Mablung Molester, an Aragorn Admirer, and a Boromir Believer. And then there's me." She raised her hand and bowed her head. "Glorfindel Girl, all the way."
Nodalec snickered. "Mablung Molester? Wait until Aranel hears that..." Penn just kept giggling.
"That ought to be interesting," Mytsie snickered and made a mental note to show up for that meeting.
"Glorfindel Gal. You already have a Lust Object Girl."
"Oh, fine." Penn sat up again. "I'll think of something more... 'original'... later."
Thalia giggled. "I don't know if 'lusting' and 'admiring' are the same. But I 'admire' Aragorn's big, shiny sword...his manly ruggedness, and his little beard..."
Penn squealed. "His little beard! Aahhh! Stop it, you're killing me!"
"Yeah, just like I 'admire' Gandalf." Mytsie laughed.
Penn handed her a towel. "I think you'll need this," she chuckled, indicating the ever-spreading puddle of drool at Thalia's feet. "Good luck."
"Speaking of towels," Nodalec pointed at Penn's towel, "do you have mine? I remember I gave it to either Aranel or you."
"Um... no," Penn said slowly. "I think we may have left it in the meeting room. But don't worry, Aranel got some new ones! She was handing them out yesterday. Here, I took an extra one, just in case," she concluded, tossing the spare to Nodalec.
"As long as it's a towel. Not one of those sissy hand towel things. Those are too small. That was proven at out last meeting." Nodalec grinned, remembering when all their Lust Objects had shown up.
"Y'know, towels are one of the most useful things in the world," said Thalia.
Penn sighed and sat back against the tree again. "My valiant elf-Lord..." Mytsie sighed, and rolled her eyes.
"Anyone here read Douglas Adams...? I know it's Off Topic, but..." Thalia looked around hopefully.
"No," Penn replied dreamily. "My valiant..."
"The Hitchikers Guide is always right," Nodalec stated as she put the towel Penn had just given her into her backpack. "My valiant, dreamy elf-lord!" she mimicked, rolling her eyes skyward.
"My manly, rugged Ranger..." Thalia sighed, not to be outdone.
"My lunch..." Mytsie rolled her eyes and made a gagging motion. The whole group burst into giggles, even the slightly indignant Penn.
"Yeah, well..." Penn made a face. "He's a lot more valiant than most people realize!"
Thalia grinned at Penn. "I dunno, Elves are just too perfect for me. I can't go for a guy prettier than me, you know?"
"I cede the point." Penn raised her hands as if to ward off a blow. "Don't hit me, though... I've always had a weak spot for pretty boys."
"Yeah..." Mytsie sighed. "I have a thing for pretty boys...especially ones with purple hair..." Mytsie drifted off into her own train of thought.
Thalia grinned. "Ok, whatever." Then something caught her attention. "Oh Eru, I think that's Aragorn!" she exclaimed, and sprinted off across campus.
"So now your mantra's going to be, "Oh my valiant, pretty boy elf-lord'?" Nodalec asked skeptically.
"Shut up," Penn replied pleasantly.
"...mmm purple..." Mytsie was totally oblivious to the world around her.
Nodalec watched Thalia leave. "Make me," she told Penn. "And that doesn't look like Aragorn..." She hit Mytsie over the head lightly. "Yo. Come back to the real world."
"Pi R squared!" Mytsie almost fell back as she snapped out of it.
Penn peered at the figure Thalia was running toward. "Sure doesn't look like Aragorn to me, either. But if it makes Thalia happy..." She stared. "Oh no - not only is that not Aragorn, I think it's..." She gulped. "Elrond."
"...errr..." Mytsie blinked and laughed. "Whoops..."
"How could you mistake Elrond for Aragorn?" Penn wailed.
"Oh this should be good..." Mytsie leaned forward and smirked.
"I can't watch!" Penn covered her eyes and cringed.
"I can!" Mytsie cheered and stared attentively.
"Maybe she's been out in the sun too long," suggested Nodalec.
Nodalec watched as well. "Hmm... on the bright side, whoever it is, Thalia got to touch them..."
There was an explosion somewhere off on the campus, not that that in itself was unusual, but this time it wasn't followed by the random yelling that consisted of 'I'm more evil!' 'No I am!' but of several students running from the direction of the main hall, and only one of the dark lords yelling something. It was hard to make out what it was, or who was yelling it (they sounded very similar when they got mad, after all) but one could guess. Mytsie quickly grabbed her things and jumped up. "Errr... I guess Sauron didn't like that stylized picture I drew of him... GOTTA GO!" With that, she fled like, well... like the Dark Lord was on her tail.
Thalia, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. It could only be assumed that Elrond's - or whoever's - mini-bodyguards had done something evil to her. Penn sighed. "Well, I hope Mytsie doesn't get killed, or anything. I kind of liked her. Thalia, too." She yawned and turned to Nodalec. "So... seen Boromir lately?"
Nodalec nodded, and then grinned. "Yes, and he smiled at me! I think he might know who I am now!" She squealed in delight. "You know, it seems that whenever the SNAOL meets, half of us always end up running from the meeting either to chase or to be chased," she commented. "So much for the 'not as obvious'..."
"Yep," Penn agreed, a little too cheerfully. "So much for that. And ooh, goody for you! Boromir's really. a neat guy." Penn seemed genuinely happy for her friend. "Oh... hey!" She sat up excitedly. "I thought of something original! How's this: The Glorfindel Glorifiers! Wheehee!" Raising her hand, she added, "Founding member, right here!"
Nodalec laughed, suddenly in a very happy mood. "Original," she told Penn.
"Yay," Penn cheered. "By Eru, I'm starved. Care to join me for dinner? I think it's about that time." She stood up, brushing bits of grass off her skirt. Nodalec stood up as well. "Sounds wonderful. I'm starved. All this talk of yummy men..."
Penn smirked. "Off we go, then. And we can talk of yummy men on the way, as well." She gathered her books and started off toward the dining hall. "Let's hurry, before all the hobbits get there."
"Sounds like a good plan to me!" Nodalec exclaimed. She fell in step beside Penn and the two girls made their way to the dining hall to the sound of a good-natured yummy-men vs. pretty-elves debate. What could be more natural?
Disclaimer: As always, OFUM belongs to the Fabulous Miss Cam, and LOTR belongs to the Fabulous J.R.R. Tolkien.
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Penn daydreamed as she walked, taking in the beauty of the weather. The sun was shining, birds were singing, students were happily strolling the university commons, and lust-object sightings were up. All in all, it was a perfect day.
"PENN!" Nodalec called out, running up beside the brunette. Nodalec gasped for breath. "I'm so sorry that I left early last meeting. "
"Ah, sure!" Penn smiled at Nodalec. "I understand... those lust objects can be a pretty strong draw. What happened, anyway? You go chasing after Boromir?"
"Yeah, well, I started following Boromir, but then his minis showed up... I don't know where they were earlier. And I also remembered we were suppose to be the 'not as obvious lusters' and stalking is rather obvious..." Nodalec trailed off, then asked uncertaintly, "You won't kick me out of SNAOL though, will you?"
"Ohayo!" A slightly charred Mytsie walked up beside them, and smiled. "What's this I caught about stalking?"
"Hi Mystie," Nodalec said, a bit preoccupied with the fact that she was almost an obvious luster. "I was stalking Boromir."
"We can get kicked out for stalking?" Mytsie blinked and looked a tad worried.
"But I got chased into a rosebush, anyways..." Nodalec explained.
"Of course not! I would never kick anyone out of SNAOL, and I don't think anyone else would, either. We need all the members we can get, don't we?" Penn replied. "Oh, hey, Mytsie. Nothing much... Nodalec just got a bit carried away... probably literally, knowing Boromir's minis."
"Ah, into the rose bush, which by any other name would prick as well." Mytsie snickered and rolled her eyes.
Penn sighed. It truly was a glorious day. "Wow. 'Tis days like these I wish we were allowed to go into Minas Tirith." She kicked a clod of dirt, muttering, "Some people... sheesh."
"Yeah..." Mytsie sighed, and nodded in agreement with Penn.
Nodalec grimaced and glanced at the sky. "It's a nice day, all right, I just wish I hadn't decided to help the Elrond Lusters with that extra credit project they're working on for him. I gotta go, see you guys later!" she finished, waving cheerfully as she wandered off.
"Ok, have lots of fun," Penn smirked.
"Ja." Mytsie waved cheerfully.
Skipping over to a nearby tree, Penn sat down, tossing her books to the side. Then she patted the ground next to her invitingly, "Come on, Mytsie, have a seat. You never told me who your L.O. was."
Mytsie smiled, skipping over to the tree, dropping her bag and flopping down next to it. "Why, I didn't, did I?"
"Nope," Penn grinned. "Spill it!"
"Well, honestly..." Mytsie paused for dramatic effect, even though she was normally terrible at these sorts of things. "My favorite was always Gandalf!" In the anime universe that would have called for a face-fault, however this was not the anime universe. "Loved his attitude!" Mytsie grinned. "But some of the lesser," cough, "more eye-candy characters," cough, "are good as well." She shrugged.
Penn just laughed. "Gandalf, eh? Well... he's pretty cool, that's for sure. I was totally in love with him when I read 'The Hobbit' back when I was seven." She smiled nostalgically. "Oh, yeah... he was awesome..."
"Yeah..." Thus Mytsie took on a dazed look and reminisced.
The two sat there in silence for a little while, happily lost in thought, until...
A short curly-haired girl came running towards them. She tripped over and fell, causing the huge pile of books she was carrying to fall, one of them hitting Mytsie in the head.
Mytsie immediately snapped out of it as she was nailed on the back of the head with a book (Elrond's textbook, figures...) "I'm up!"
"Oh Valar..." moaned the stranger, caressing her head where a huge bump was forming.
"What? Who?" Mytsie looked around and spotted the moaning stranger who dropped the books. "You okay?"
She immediately began to gather up the various boooks and papers. "I'm fine...I think."
Penn stood up. "And you are...?"
"I'm Thalia. You're SNAOL, right? I've heard a lot about you guys... Gah! Sorry about that. I am such a klutz," Thalia apologized.
"Hello Thalia," Mytsie said, as she handed the book that hit her in the head back to Thalia. "It's okay, I get hit in the head all the time!" Mytsie laughed.
Penn squealed. "Thalia! Yay! It is so great to finally meet you! Well, yes... we're SNAOL... but you mustn't worry about being a klutz. I am, too." Penn danced the happy dance, quickly proving her point as she kicked herself in the shin. "Oww. Yay! Thalia!"
"Well, after that...meeting...I'm not sure if this is the time to ask you this, but...can I join?" asked Thalia, a little hesitantly.
"Of course you can! We need all the members we can get... especially since the minis seem to be regrouping lately." Penn looked at Thalia appraisingly. "And I think you'd make a darn good secretary, if you don't mind my saying so," she added.
"Really?" Thalia blushed and looked down.
"Thalia-chan, Secretary of SNAOL," Mytsie smiled, falling back into her Japanese. "Sounds good to me!"
"You seem... organized. At least, more organized than me. I mean, look at my books," Penn gestured at the pile of clutter that littered the ground where she and Mytsie had been sitting.
"Thanks! I think I am going to enjoy this..." Thalia said, grinning. "It took me a while to get up the courage to ask, but..."
"Don't worry, we don't bite... hard... normally..." Mytsie trailed off.
Penn grinned wickedly. "So... come join us!" she invited. "Mytsie and I were just talking about our L.O.'s." She sat down again, her back to the tree. "Who's yours?"
"Really? Well, I'm obsessed with Aragorn. I- well, he's so... HOT!" said Thalia.
Penn nodded understandingly. "You should talk to Aranel. Now *there's* a girl who knows her Rangers. She's after Mablung, poor fellow."
"I thought his name was Mud-lung..." Mytsie blinked.
"Nah, I just tease her about that. It's Mablung," Penn smiled again. "Poor Aranel, we're so mean to her."
"But it's so easy being mean to her!" Nodalec said, coming up behind the trio.
Penn looked startled. "Oh, hi, Nodalec."
"Oh, okay." Mytsie shrugged and laughed. "Mean? Naw, I think we just screw with her a little, as friends should of course."
"Ohmigod! Mablung? I saw him before with... Damnhot, or something? Rangers are so yummy! And Mablung is great! I love scruffy men!" Thalia said, grinning. She seemed a lot happier than she had before she joined SNAOL.
"Hello!" Mytsie smiled, and waved her hand a little, out of force of habit.
"Nodalec? I think I've seen you before. We have Elrond together, right?" Thalia said. She grinned. "You're in SNAOL too?"
"Scruffy men?" Nodalec raised an eyebrow, then turned to Penn. "Turns out the Elrond Lusters didn't need me, thank goodness."
Penn looked relieved. "Good... I was worried about you."
"Indeed," Mytsie nodded.
"Yeah, I'm Nodalec. Yeah, I think we do. Don't know your name though. And yes, I'm in SNAOL." Nodalec replied in one breath.
Thalia looked confused. "What? Who needed you...? Never mind. Oh yeah. I'm Thalia. I just joined."
"You never know what those Elrond Lusters are up to," Penn mused. "Sometimes I think they're more evil than Evil."
"Evil is as... err. Elrond does?" Mytsie tried to finish the cliche` originally but failed.
"Definitely. Elrond...he has a nice ass, but he's definitley got a sadistic streak," Thalia said. Then she leaned forward confidentially. "Once, I was trying to knock out Arwen, and I accidentally knocked out Celebrian and ended up in Elrond's bed! This was at the time oif the sick wave...I had a fever of 103 at the time." She grimaced. "Damn, that was painful..."
"Ouch..." Mytsie cringed, and imagined what terrible punishment could have come from that, knowing Elrond.
Penn giggled and fell over, hitting her head on a sharp book-corner. "Ow... well, anyway. So we have a Gandalf Girl, a Mablung Molester, an Aragorn Admirer, and a Boromir Believer. And then there's me." She raised her hand and bowed her head. "Glorfindel Girl, all the way."
Nodalec snickered. "Mablung Molester? Wait until Aranel hears that..." Penn just kept giggling.
"That ought to be interesting," Mytsie snickered and made a mental note to show up for that meeting.
"Glorfindel Gal. You already have a Lust Object Girl."
"Oh, fine." Penn sat up again. "I'll think of something more... 'original'... later."
Thalia giggled. "I don't know if 'lusting' and 'admiring' are the same. But I 'admire' Aragorn's big, shiny sword...his manly ruggedness, and his little beard..."
Penn squealed. "His little beard! Aahhh! Stop it, you're killing me!"
"Yeah, just like I 'admire' Gandalf." Mytsie laughed.
Penn handed her a towel. "I think you'll need this," she chuckled, indicating the ever-spreading puddle of drool at Thalia's feet. "Good luck."
"Speaking of towels," Nodalec pointed at Penn's towel, "do you have mine? I remember I gave it to either Aranel or you."
"Um... no," Penn said slowly. "I think we may have left it in the meeting room. But don't worry, Aranel got some new ones! She was handing them out yesterday. Here, I took an extra one, just in case," she concluded, tossing the spare to Nodalec.
"As long as it's a towel. Not one of those sissy hand towel things. Those are too small. That was proven at out last meeting." Nodalec grinned, remembering when all their Lust Objects had shown up.
"Y'know, towels are one of the most useful things in the world," said Thalia.
Penn sighed and sat back against the tree again. "My valiant elf-Lord..." Mytsie sighed, and rolled her eyes.
"Anyone here read Douglas Adams...? I know it's Off Topic, but..." Thalia looked around hopefully.
"No," Penn replied dreamily. "My valiant..."
"The Hitchikers Guide is always right," Nodalec stated as she put the towel Penn had just given her into her backpack. "My valiant, dreamy elf-lord!" she mimicked, rolling her eyes skyward.
"My manly, rugged Ranger..." Thalia sighed, not to be outdone.
"My lunch..." Mytsie rolled her eyes and made a gagging motion. The whole group burst into giggles, even the slightly indignant Penn.
"Yeah, well..." Penn made a face. "He's a lot more valiant than most people realize!"
Thalia grinned at Penn. "I dunno, Elves are just too perfect for me. I can't go for a guy prettier than me, you know?"
"I cede the point." Penn raised her hands as if to ward off a blow. "Don't hit me, though... I've always had a weak spot for pretty boys."
"Yeah..." Mytsie sighed. "I have a thing for pretty boys...especially ones with purple hair..." Mytsie drifted off into her own train of thought.
Thalia grinned. "Ok, whatever." Then something caught her attention. "Oh Eru, I think that's Aragorn!" she exclaimed, and sprinted off across campus.
"So now your mantra's going to be, "Oh my valiant, pretty boy elf-lord'?" Nodalec asked skeptically.
"Shut up," Penn replied pleasantly.
"...mmm purple..." Mytsie was totally oblivious to the world around her.
Nodalec watched Thalia leave. "Make me," she told Penn. "And that doesn't look like Aragorn..." She hit Mytsie over the head lightly. "Yo. Come back to the real world."
"Pi R squared!" Mytsie almost fell back as she snapped out of it.
Penn peered at the figure Thalia was running toward. "Sure doesn't look like Aragorn to me, either. But if it makes Thalia happy..." She stared. "Oh no - not only is that not Aragorn, I think it's..." She gulped. "Elrond."
"...errr..." Mytsie blinked and laughed. "Whoops..."
"How could you mistake Elrond for Aragorn?" Penn wailed.
"Oh this should be good..." Mytsie leaned forward and smirked.
"I can't watch!" Penn covered her eyes and cringed.
"I can!" Mytsie cheered and stared attentively.
"Maybe she's been out in the sun too long," suggested Nodalec.
Nodalec watched as well. "Hmm... on the bright side, whoever it is, Thalia got to touch them..."
There was an explosion somewhere off on the campus, not that that in itself was unusual, but this time it wasn't followed by the random yelling that consisted of 'I'm more evil!' 'No I am!' but of several students running from the direction of the main hall, and only one of the dark lords yelling something. It was hard to make out what it was, or who was yelling it (they sounded very similar when they got mad, after all) but one could guess. Mytsie quickly grabbed her things and jumped up. "Errr... I guess Sauron didn't like that stylized picture I drew of him... GOTTA GO!" With that, she fled like, well... like the Dark Lord was on her tail.
Thalia, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. It could only be assumed that Elrond's - or whoever's - mini-bodyguards had done something evil to her. Penn sighed. "Well, I hope Mytsie doesn't get killed, or anything. I kind of liked her. Thalia, too." She yawned and turned to Nodalec. "So... seen Boromir lately?"
Nodalec nodded, and then grinned. "Yes, and he smiled at me! I think he might know who I am now!" She squealed in delight. "You know, it seems that whenever the SNAOL meets, half of us always end up running from the meeting either to chase or to be chased," she commented. "So much for the 'not as obvious'..."
"Yep," Penn agreed, a little too cheerfully. "So much for that. And ooh, goody for you! Boromir's really. a neat guy." Penn seemed genuinely happy for her friend. "Oh... hey!" She sat up excitedly. "I thought of something original! How's this: The Glorfindel Glorifiers! Wheehee!" Raising her hand, she added, "Founding member, right here!"
Nodalec laughed, suddenly in a very happy mood. "Original," she told Penn.
"Yay," Penn cheered. "By Eru, I'm starved. Care to join me for dinner? I think it's about that time." She stood up, brushing bits of grass off her skirt. Nodalec stood up as well. "Sounds wonderful. I'm starved. All this talk of yummy men..."
Penn smirked. "Off we go, then. And we can talk of yummy men on the way, as well." She gathered her books and started off toward the dining hall. "Let's hurry, before all the hobbits get there."
"Sounds like a good plan to me!" Nodalec exclaimed. She fell in step beside Penn and the two girls made their way to the dining hall to the sound of a good-natured yummy-men vs. pretty-elves debate. What could be more natural?