Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Eleven: George Speaks
Have you ever wondered if everything tastes like chicken, couldn't they have got it wrong? Maybe everything tastes like sushi, not chicken. Who is to say Gods have tongues? Perhaps whenever we eat chicken, we are actually tasting sushi, a odd thought that is now, isn't it?
The three friends pondered, and George felt rather small and left out. He was among such big people most of the time he wondered if he should ever live in The Shire again, for George liked no adventure. No sirree, George was the hobbit-est of all hobbits.
Gandalf, Merry, and ever the favorite of his father's friends, Pippin rambled about things they thought to important to impress upon young George. "…I need to know what she is connected with. An animal?"
"Maybe it's the birds again," Merry replied, taking a large bite out of his roll. "Blasted things always scatter when we come about."
"Nay, I don't think its that," Pippin replied, standing upon the chair to grab the wine jug. While Gandalf muttered under his breath something in a language Pip did not understand. "Maybe… I don't know rightly what to speculate. Gandalf! You say she speaks in your head. I think you've better speculatin' than me or Merry here."
"True. Yet its hard to pin point directly, for she was once good and therefore its hard to tell a dove from a raven."
George scratched his head, "Are you speaking of the Easter Black Witch Queen?" Apparently, the 3 members of the fellowship did not hear the small, wee-est of wee hobbits. "Are you speaking of the Black Queen?" he asked, timidly, only a little louder. "Excuse me?" Then he stood on his chair and yelled, "EXCUSE ME!!"
The trio ceased their speaking to stare at the small halfling that had made such a loud noise it was hardly recognizable to come from George Gamgee. "Yes, George?"
"I've been her mind," he told them, straightening the vest over his shirt. It had been tussled when he belted with his lungs at such force. They weren't used to it.
Gandalf leaned over the table, "What did you see?"
"I saw…" George skewed his face. "I didn't like it one bit! I saw Mr. Legolas and he was at the center of things, and there were many things pointing at him. Mainly a bloody Grian, and arrows, and swords… And… it wasn't pleasant."
"You," Gandalf breathed. "A little halfling. You were in the greatest Maia of all time's mind. Never the mind she's evil, she's still the greatest. And you, George Gamgee, struck and forced down the walls in her mind?"
George rightened his shoulders, "I was. Very blood drenched thing it is too. Still its golden, it is! And she serving some one else."
"Sauron?"
"No," he shook his head vigorously. "He's no connection with the rings. You keep calling her the black queen, then he would be her king. Rather likes chess, both of them. It seemed like that was how he got hold of her, in the short time I was in there of course. Frightened I was. But, in any case, he got hold of her by a queer chess game."
"Chess…" Gandalf murmured mournfully under his breath.
"Yup! Chess!" George confirmed triumphantly. "And if you're looking to associate her with something, then I suggest dragons. For she's got thousands of them in her mind."
Then Gandalf hit his head, "Why didn't I think of it before! Dragons! Of course!"
"Mr. Legolas said she's in the castle, if you should like to find her, only search the servants' rooms, for she's settled in to the castle I tell you. Very at home with the family. And… she has a sword. Black sword, I think it is."
Gandalf bowed his head. Of which I gave her. I can not believe my stupidity . This entire world had turned his precious upside-down, into the world of darkness where she was not bred to dwell. Now, she hated the light and that wasn't how it should be. And she hated the Greenleaf family.
Amaryllis entered the hall, snickering at Gandalf, before telling George, "The King, he's gone to the Great Halls. Dead."
.-*-.
A.N. All the facts point to… someone! Well, next chapter is going to be a little more… touchy-feely? *grins* So, I won't be unveiling our evil until approximately Chapter 22 or so. Not very long! I can't keep punching these philosophy things out, can you tell I've been degraded to chicken? I had an urge to put it in. *shrugs* That's it! Tootles! Remember to R & R !
E-mail messy@usa.com
By Nezumi
Chapter Eleven: George Speaks
Have you ever wondered if everything tastes like chicken, couldn't they have got it wrong? Maybe everything tastes like sushi, not chicken. Who is to say Gods have tongues? Perhaps whenever we eat chicken, we are actually tasting sushi, a odd thought that is now, isn't it?
The three friends pondered, and George felt rather small and left out. He was among such big people most of the time he wondered if he should ever live in The Shire again, for George liked no adventure. No sirree, George was the hobbit-est of all hobbits.
Gandalf, Merry, and ever the favorite of his father's friends, Pippin rambled about things they thought to important to impress upon young George. "…I need to know what she is connected with. An animal?"
"Maybe it's the birds again," Merry replied, taking a large bite out of his roll. "Blasted things always scatter when we come about."
"Nay, I don't think its that," Pippin replied, standing upon the chair to grab the wine jug. While Gandalf muttered under his breath something in a language Pip did not understand. "Maybe… I don't know rightly what to speculate. Gandalf! You say she speaks in your head. I think you've better speculatin' than me or Merry here."
"True. Yet its hard to pin point directly, for she was once good and therefore its hard to tell a dove from a raven."
George scratched his head, "Are you speaking of the Easter Black Witch Queen?" Apparently, the 3 members of the fellowship did not hear the small, wee-est of wee hobbits. "Are you speaking of the Black Queen?" he asked, timidly, only a little louder. "Excuse me?" Then he stood on his chair and yelled, "EXCUSE ME!!"
The trio ceased their speaking to stare at the small halfling that had made such a loud noise it was hardly recognizable to come from George Gamgee. "Yes, George?"
"I've been her mind," he told them, straightening the vest over his shirt. It had been tussled when he belted with his lungs at such force. They weren't used to it.
Gandalf leaned over the table, "What did you see?"
"I saw…" George skewed his face. "I didn't like it one bit! I saw Mr. Legolas and he was at the center of things, and there were many things pointing at him. Mainly a bloody Grian, and arrows, and swords… And… it wasn't pleasant."
"You," Gandalf breathed. "A little halfling. You were in the greatest Maia of all time's mind. Never the mind she's evil, she's still the greatest. And you, George Gamgee, struck and forced down the walls in her mind?"
George rightened his shoulders, "I was. Very blood drenched thing it is too. Still its golden, it is! And she serving some one else."
"Sauron?"
"No," he shook his head vigorously. "He's no connection with the rings. You keep calling her the black queen, then he would be her king. Rather likes chess, both of them. It seemed like that was how he got hold of her, in the short time I was in there of course. Frightened I was. But, in any case, he got hold of her by a queer chess game."
"Chess…" Gandalf murmured mournfully under his breath.
"Yup! Chess!" George confirmed triumphantly. "And if you're looking to associate her with something, then I suggest dragons. For she's got thousands of them in her mind."
Then Gandalf hit his head, "Why didn't I think of it before! Dragons! Of course!"
"Mr. Legolas said she's in the castle, if you should like to find her, only search the servants' rooms, for she's settled in to the castle I tell you. Very at home with the family. And… she has a sword. Black sword, I think it is."
Gandalf bowed his head. Of which I gave her. I can not believe my stupidity . This entire world had turned his precious upside-down, into the world of darkness where she was not bred to dwell. Now, she hated the light and that wasn't how it should be. And she hated the Greenleaf family.
Amaryllis entered the hall, snickering at Gandalf, before telling George, "The King, he's gone to the Great Halls. Dead."
.-*-.
A.N. All the facts point to… someone! Well, next chapter is going to be a little more… touchy-feely? *grins* So, I won't be unveiling our evil until approximately Chapter 22 or so. Not very long! I can't keep punching these philosophy things out, can you tell I've been degraded to chicken? I had an urge to put it in. *shrugs* That's it! Tootles! Remember to R & R !
E-mail messy@usa.com