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Hey!! I just realized that I haven't given any declaimers! well, for the rest of the story, if you recognize it, I don't own it *sigh*. However, I have all rights to Nick, Kara, Alex, (blah, blah any one else) and Dri , as she is sorta my extra violent alter ego, of which I have several. So, if you really feel like being ripped to smithereens by a pissed off Dri, go right ahead, use her without permission. I am not responsible for any injuries you sustain in the process. And that, folks, is my only disclaimer, except for one concerning a song that will show up soon, maybe in this chap, pends on what dri does.....
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"Yes, I am!"
"I cannot allow-"
"Bullshit! I am going, with or without you guys's permission!"
"Oh, no you're not!"
"How the hell you gonna stop me, huh?"
"I will spell you, if need be."
"Get out, Gandalf. You know I can help, seeing as how I was in Mordor last year. I can help you when I change form, spy, that sorta stuff. Sides, you'd only spell one part of me, I can change and the spell's broken, remember???"
"I shall lock you in the dungeons, then."
"Umm, hello?? I can just make myself a little bug or sumthin and get out. No Elf can stop me, or no wizard. Sides, I wanna kick Sauron's ass. We have a score to settle."
"What score do you speak off, Dri?"
"None of your damn business, Elrond!" I was quite angry by now, as Gandalf, Elrond, and I had been arguing for at least an hour. It was me versus them, and I was stubbornly insisting that I be allowed to join the Fellowship, as the nine travelers were now called.
Gandalf sighed, fed up with my persistent whining intermixed with demanding. "A compromise, then, Dri."
His words made me stiffen in disgust; I despise that word, compromise, and Gandalf knew it.
"If you are allowed to come, then it is also to be decided when you cause too much trouble and draw attention to the fellowship. There will be no quarrels over you, with you, or against you. Anything I say, you will follow without question." declared the timeless wizard. "And you will not change shape just to fight your fellow travelers."
"Umm, how bout this, old men: I go. No if, ands or coconuts about it." Both Elrond and Gandalf gave me this look that said I was crazy. "Yes, I am insane, no you can't use that as an excuse to keep me in Rivendell. I won't change to attack unless provoked, I getta bitch people out if they are moronic enough to make that necessary, I'll try to follow the pertainable rules of Elrond's, you know minus the whole dress junk. On top of all that, I'll get the Ringbearer to Mordor. How's that for a compromise?" I ended my bargaining with my hands on my hips, glaring at Elrond and the wizened Gandalf, who were both staring at me with astonishment that not even the Elves could hide. I merely grinned and defiantly stated, "So, your answer would be???"
"You realize that what you are doing is called blackmail, do you not, Lady Kadrianna Huinemeoi?" questioned Gandalf with a grin.
"If it let's me go, then yes, I do."
"I will not ask that you take the Ringbearer to Mordor, only that you aid his path in all that you can."
"That works for me."
"Then I allow you to travel with the Fellowship for as long as you deem necessary and right, for I do not wish for the sacrifice of Karalin Ithonun to be in vain. It is clear that your path merges with that of Frodo Baggins and his burden because of Lady Karalin's act-"
Elrond got cut off when I, in a rare display of emotions, nearly squeezed the ethereal life outta him before I repeated the process to a very surprised Mithrandir.
I stepped back and flashed one of my wide grins and rubbing my hands together with giddy anticipation said rather cheerfully, "So, boys, when do we getta leave? Tomorrow?"
!*!*!*!*!
You can imagine my disappointment when I learned we had ta wait till Elrond's spies and scouts came back with information on what Sauron and the ugly Men In Black (IX) as I called the wraiths.
In the meantime I spent many long hours deep in conversation with Arwen, as she was the only friend I could find with any regularity. Gandalf had mentioned a new pupil, but I had no interest in making any new and annoying acquaintances so I didn't ask about it. Yurin and Elrond's sons had been sent out as scouts.
I basically ignored the other members of the fellowship except for the Hobbits, which were often conversing with Bilbo or asking questions of the Elves like there's no tomorrow. Occasionally I would change into odd things to amuse them, and gradually they accepted me and the fact that I would be coming with them. In fact, I think that Sam was actually relieved I would be coming, which surprised me a little. But then something he said made me realize that he was worried about being around the Big People.
"Are you sure there's no Hobbit blood in you, Dri?" he asked.
I laughed and said, "No, Sam, I'm sure there's not a drop of midget in me."
I had once explained to the four Hobbits what a midget was, but they took no offense, only replied, "But then there's less room for an ego, Miss Dri." replied Merry.
All that made me realize that my being short was a comfort, even if I did have odd things, like body piercing and the occasional tattoo. And I could shift. And I knew any language they spoke; even if they made it up I could tell the meaning.
I also showed them my wall of weapons, and gave each one a 'Lady's Knife' as some one had once called them. The whole thing, sheath and all was at most four inches, hardly longer than my fingers. The sheath and hilt were wrapped with dark leather strips, and the sheath was tied on a matching leather thong that went around their necks like a necklace. If attacked without anything else they could yank the blade, which hung hilt down, extend an arm and imbed the dagger in the thigh area of their attacker and run like hell.
If the pain didn't stop them, the attacker of the Hobbits would be dead within two weeks. Mother Nature sure as hell knew how to combine with metal and cause blood poisoning, and I had learned her trick. You take the blade and stick it in the cloves of a garlic and leave the whole thing in a cold place, a fridge if you weren't in Middle Earth, for forty-eight hours. Then, without cleaning the blade at all, you resheath it. The acid in the garlic leaves behind a certain substance that causes full blown blood poisoning two weeks after entering the blood. Very nice, especially for small, little people with next to no fighting experience.
Somehow the Hobbits had wormed their way into that tiny circle of people I would be more than glad to give anything to see them happy, even if it cost me my life. I think I was jealous, jealous of their carefree spirit, their assurance that this would be a walk in the park and then they'd be back in time for tea. Envious of the lack of sorrow in their eyes and on their hearts, yet eternally grateful to the traitorous gods that it was so.
My sorrow is still carried deep in the place where I half deny these feelings. It scares me, to think that they were close enough that the absence of Gandalf, Yurin, Arwen, Frodo, Pippin, and the others would send me spiraling back into the clutches of darkness; I don't think I could stay in one piece under the extra weight.
Still, the day when we were to leave Rivendell was finally announced and I could not help but laugh. It was December twenty-fifth, and the day after my twenty first birthday, if you ignored the fact that there was a difference in the American calendar and that of the Shire. I was born so late at night, Alex once told me, he thought I was going to steal Jesus' birthday, too. I laugh now, and wonder if there ever was a Jesus before I flutter the thought away.
I spent most of the night saying a final goodbye to my friends, and gave a key to Yurin and told him if I wasn't back or he had heard I would not be back, he was to move my bed, pry up the board that had the Elf runes for S and C. There he would find a box, and a letter addressed to him on top of it. The letter would explain everything. "Only if I'm not back in exactly one year, or you hear I fell in battle." I warned him, "Or you will experience pain beyond anything you have ever endured in a millennia."
In the box were letters, hundreds of words and several bottles worth of conversations for my friends when I was gone. There was a general explanation of my life in the other world, and, if I could not tell him, a letter explaining Kara's life to Legolas. I remember the fact from Kara's readings that he was to live because she was always so genuinely relieved. I guess I know why. There was also a will of sorts, divvying up the few possessions that I had to leave behind. Like the jewelry dejected suitors gave, along with a few unopened boxes from forgotten followers. Or at least, they were suitors and followers before I threw them through windows.
Me, I had to wonder why there was never any mention of a girl in the Fellowship. I thought it odd that they could go a year with just guys for company. My conclusions are A) the girl died near the beginning and was so unworthy of any notice, B) she did something so evil it was beyond mentioning or C) It's all a dream that I have yet to wake up. The last one was just an idea that I knew to be wrong but I clung to desperately because if this was a dream, then could not the deaths of Alex and Kara just have been nightmares? But late at night I knew I was just lying to myself, giving false hope when there was only one source of such a thing: my revenge.
I spent the night triple and quadruple checking all my stuff. My swords, special sheaths, archery gear, wrist guards, belt, long knives, daggers, fighting knifes, throwing stars, poisonous powders, Sleepy Pixie Sticks, Lorien cloak, medical needle and thread, flint stone, Gandalf's bespelled pot, rope, pack, bed roll, munchies, and a few coins for any necessary bribing. Brush, soap and the like. Urruva Mornie. Extra string for shoelaces if necessary. Handkerchiefs, powder packets for things like Athelas, a wooden plate and dinnerware, cantine. The list was near endless yet it all fit perfectly and all together the weight was not enough to make me leave anything behind.
Finally I fell into my bed for the last time in an incredible long time and slept until dawn. I woke and ate a few apples that I had laid out the previous night. I dressed and pulled on all my gear before throwing my cloak around my shoulders. Grinning, I turned into an Elf that bore strong resemblance to myself, but looked slightly like Arwen. A female Elf would have less trouble being accepted than a short woman. Sides, I wanted ta see how high Aragorn could jump.
I was in the predesignated courtyard well before the others and watched them trickle in, along with the rest of Elrond court. Arwen stood off to a side dressed in what looked like a purple kimono with a few other Elves around her, so I drew up my hood to prevent anyone from seeing my face. I noticed that she was breathing strangely, like she was upset. Then I looked at Aragorn, who was looking like whipped puppy with sorrow in his eyes, though he hid it so well I had to wonder if even Arwen noticed.
The Hobbits were in a clump conversing happily in front of me, so I listened to their chit chat as I looked around. Legolas and Gimli were nearly at opposite ends of the strung out Fellowship, with Boromir near the Dwarf and Gandalf near the Elf. I peered intently at the wizard and Elf pair, because Legolas kept looked at the right of Gandalf, as did Gandalf himself, like they were talking to someone. I started to shrink to go over and investigate, but the sudden change in size won me a glare from Elrond so I returned to Elf.
Finally, it was announced and the main Fellowship left, with me a good two yards behind the end as I followed the lead of Frodo, or Gandalf who was guiding. We were off to destroy the impending doom of Sauron. Happy, happy, joy, joy.
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I stood in the courtyard next to Gandalf and Legolas, with whom I was talking.
"So you are Gandalf's apprentice who is coming along?' inquired the Elven prince.
Despite the invisibility spell I was under, I bowed and acknowledged Gandalf to be my teacher. "It is under his instruction I practice this particular spell."
"So you can slip out unnoticed by that Elf in the black?" my questioner asked politely.
"Actually, my dear prince Legolas, that is no Elf. But that person in the cloak is, as rumors stated, coming with the Fellowship. They will reveal themselves in due time, like my apprentice. Once, of course, we are a suitable distance from Rivendell." supplied Gandalf.
Then Elrond gave a small speech on how there was no oath making us stay, and we could leave when we wished. Me? I was raring to go, and couldn't have been happier when we were finally outside of Rivendell. That's when it hit me: I was in Middle Earth and now embarking on this twenty-fifth of December on a journey that would survive and be written down in my world, as well as being known to all in this world.
I took a deep breath of fresh air and started to hum, to my surprise, Christmas songs. I was nearing the end of "Jingle Bells" when I heard a feminine voice singing ever so softly, like a memory carried on the wind. Only it was actually reality, because the rest of the Fellowship turned around and began to stare at the figure cloaked in entirely in black. My mouth dropped open at hearing the words, first in Elvish and then, in languages of all languages, English.
"Where are you Christmas Why can't I find you Why have you gone away Where is the laughter You used to bring me Why can't I hear music play My world is changing I'm rearranging Does that mean Christmas changes too Where are you Christmas Do you remember The one you used to know I'm not the same one See what the time's done Is that why you have let me go Christmas is here Everywhere, oh Christmas is here If you care, oh If there is love in your heart and your mind You will feel like Christmas all the time I feel you Christmas I know I've found you You never fade away The joy of Christmas Stays here inside us Fills each and every heart with love Where are you Christmas Fills your heart with love"**
I turned around as the person stood facing the upcoming mountains and sung, her hood slowly being blown back as if in slow motion and there was, without a doubt, Dri as she would have been if she were an Elf.
Unfortunately, just as she finished, the spell that kept me invisible and I flickered back into view as my muttered derisively, "Oh. Shit. Aki Mushrooms."
Dri's previously face clouded over with beautiful anger that was focused on myself and Gandalf besides me.
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okay. Just wanna clear somethings up about this chap:
1. only Dri and Nic speak English, and generally are when talking to each other unless specified. they talk in common with the others
2. Yes, Christmas does not exist in ME. But, nic and Dri know when it is and as they leave on Dec. 25, it is Chrisytmas,. hence the whole song thing.
Unless I get any objections, I'm gonna change the title to "The Shadowcat Chronicles" at my next update. cool title huh?
** yes, that is the song I was talkin about. It is NOT MINE!!!! THe grinch owns it! it is "Where are you Christmas?" recorded by Faith Hill on Interscope Records, words and Music by James Horner, Will Jennings, and Mariah Carey from the Movie Dr. Seuss' "How The Grinch Stole Christmas"so no suing, comprende?
Hey!! I just realized that I haven't given any declaimers! well, for the rest of the story, if you recognize it, I don't own it *sigh*. However, I have all rights to Nick, Kara, Alex, (blah, blah any one else) and Dri , as she is sorta my extra violent alter ego, of which I have several. So, if you really feel like being ripped to smithereens by a pissed off Dri, go right ahead, use her without permission. I am not responsible for any injuries you sustain in the process. And that, folks, is my only disclaimer, except for one concerning a song that will show up soon, maybe in this chap, pends on what dri does.....
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"Yes, I am!"
"I cannot allow-"
"Bullshit! I am going, with or without you guys's permission!"
"Oh, no you're not!"
"How the hell you gonna stop me, huh?"
"I will spell you, if need be."
"Get out, Gandalf. You know I can help, seeing as how I was in Mordor last year. I can help you when I change form, spy, that sorta stuff. Sides, you'd only spell one part of me, I can change and the spell's broken, remember???"
"I shall lock you in the dungeons, then."
"Umm, hello?? I can just make myself a little bug or sumthin and get out. No Elf can stop me, or no wizard. Sides, I wanna kick Sauron's ass. We have a score to settle."
"What score do you speak off, Dri?"
"None of your damn business, Elrond!" I was quite angry by now, as Gandalf, Elrond, and I had been arguing for at least an hour. It was me versus them, and I was stubbornly insisting that I be allowed to join the Fellowship, as the nine travelers were now called.
Gandalf sighed, fed up with my persistent whining intermixed with demanding. "A compromise, then, Dri."
His words made me stiffen in disgust; I despise that word, compromise, and Gandalf knew it.
"If you are allowed to come, then it is also to be decided when you cause too much trouble and draw attention to the fellowship. There will be no quarrels over you, with you, or against you. Anything I say, you will follow without question." declared the timeless wizard. "And you will not change shape just to fight your fellow travelers."
"Umm, how bout this, old men: I go. No if, ands or coconuts about it." Both Elrond and Gandalf gave me this look that said I was crazy. "Yes, I am insane, no you can't use that as an excuse to keep me in Rivendell. I won't change to attack unless provoked, I getta bitch people out if they are moronic enough to make that necessary, I'll try to follow the pertainable rules of Elrond's, you know minus the whole dress junk. On top of all that, I'll get the Ringbearer to Mordor. How's that for a compromise?" I ended my bargaining with my hands on my hips, glaring at Elrond and the wizened Gandalf, who were both staring at me with astonishment that not even the Elves could hide. I merely grinned and defiantly stated, "So, your answer would be???"
"You realize that what you are doing is called blackmail, do you not, Lady Kadrianna Huinemeoi?" questioned Gandalf with a grin.
"If it let's me go, then yes, I do."
"I will not ask that you take the Ringbearer to Mordor, only that you aid his path in all that you can."
"That works for me."
"Then I allow you to travel with the Fellowship for as long as you deem necessary and right, for I do not wish for the sacrifice of Karalin Ithonun to be in vain. It is clear that your path merges with that of Frodo Baggins and his burden because of Lady Karalin's act-"
Elrond got cut off when I, in a rare display of emotions, nearly squeezed the ethereal life outta him before I repeated the process to a very surprised Mithrandir.
I stepped back and flashed one of my wide grins and rubbing my hands together with giddy anticipation said rather cheerfully, "So, boys, when do we getta leave? Tomorrow?"
!*!*!*!*!
You can imagine my disappointment when I learned we had ta wait till Elrond's spies and scouts came back with information on what Sauron and the ugly Men In Black (IX) as I called the wraiths.
In the meantime I spent many long hours deep in conversation with Arwen, as she was the only friend I could find with any regularity. Gandalf had mentioned a new pupil, but I had no interest in making any new and annoying acquaintances so I didn't ask about it. Yurin and Elrond's sons had been sent out as scouts.
I basically ignored the other members of the fellowship except for the Hobbits, which were often conversing with Bilbo or asking questions of the Elves like there's no tomorrow. Occasionally I would change into odd things to amuse them, and gradually they accepted me and the fact that I would be coming with them. In fact, I think that Sam was actually relieved I would be coming, which surprised me a little. But then something he said made me realize that he was worried about being around the Big People.
"Are you sure there's no Hobbit blood in you, Dri?" he asked.
I laughed and said, "No, Sam, I'm sure there's not a drop of midget in me."
I had once explained to the four Hobbits what a midget was, but they took no offense, only replied, "But then there's less room for an ego, Miss Dri." replied Merry.
All that made me realize that my being short was a comfort, even if I did have odd things, like body piercing and the occasional tattoo. And I could shift. And I knew any language they spoke; even if they made it up I could tell the meaning.
I also showed them my wall of weapons, and gave each one a 'Lady's Knife' as some one had once called them. The whole thing, sheath and all was at most four inches, hardly longer than my fingers. The sheath and hilt were wrapped with dark leather strips, and the sheath was tied on a matching leather thong that went around their necks like a necklace. If attacked without anything else they could yank the blade, which hung hilt down, extend an arm and imbed the dagger in the thigh area of their attacker and run like hell.
If the pain didn't stop them, the attacker of the Hobbits would be dead within two weeks. Mother Nature sure as hell knew how to combine with metal and cause blood poisoning, and I had learned her trick. You take the blade and stick it in the cloves of a garlic and leave the whole thing in a cold place, a fridge if you weren't in Middle Earth, for forty-eight hours. Then, without cleaning the blade at all, you resheath it. The acid in the garlic leaves behind a certain substance that causes full blown blood poisoning two weeks after entering the blood. Very nice, especially for small, little people with next to no fighting experience.
Somehow the Hobbits had wormed their way into that tiny circle of people I would be more than glad to give anything to see them happy, even if it cost me my life. I think I was jealous, jealous of their carefree spirit, their assurance that this would be a walk in the park and then they'd be back in time for tea. Envious of the lack of sorrow in their eyes and on their hearts, yet eternally grateful to the traitorous gods that it was so.
My sorrow is still carried deep in the place where I half deny these feelings. It scares me, to think that they were close enough that the absence of Gandalf, Yurin, Arwen, Frodo, Pippin, and the others would send me spiraling back into the clutches of darkness; I don't think I could stay in one piece under the extra weight.
Still, the day when we were to leave Rivendell was finally announced and I could not help but laugh. It was December twenty-fifth, and the day after my twenty first birthday, if you ignored the fact that there was a difference in the American calendar and that of the Shire. I was born so late at night, Alex once told me, he thought I was going to steal Jesus' birthday, too. I laugh now, and wonder if there ever was a Jesus before I flutter the thought away.
I spent most of the night saying a final goodbye to my friends, and gave a key to Yurin and told him if I wasn't back or he had heard I would not be back, he was to move my bed, pry up the board that had the Elf runes for S and C. There he would find a box, and a letter addressed to him on top of it. The letter would explain everything. "Only if I'm not back in exactly one year, or you hear I fell in battle." I warned him, "Or you will experience pain beyond anything you have ever endured in a millennia."
In the box were letters, hundreds of words and several bottles worth of conversations for my friends when I was gone. There was a general explanation of my life in the other world, and, if I could not tell him, a letter explaining Kara's life to Legolas. I remember the fact from Kara's readings that he was to live because she was always so genuinely relieved. I guess I know why. There was also a will of sorts, divvying up the few possessions that I had to leave behind. Like the jewelry dejected suitors gave, along with a few unopened boxes from forgotten followers. Or at least, they were suitors and followers before I threw them through windows.
Me, I had to wonder why there was never any mention of a girl in the Fellowship. I thought it odd that they could go a year with just guys for company. My conclusions are A) the girl died near the beginning and was so unworthy of any notice, B) she did something so evil it was beyond mentioning or C) It's all a dream that I have yet to wake up. The last one was just an idea that I knew to be wrong but I clung to desperately because if this was a dream, then could not the deaths of Alex and Kara just have been nightmares? But late at night I knew I was just lying to myself, giving false hope when there was only one source of such a thing: my revenge.
I spent the night triple and quadruple checking all my stuff. My swords, special sheaths, archery gear, wrist guards, belt, long knives, daggers, fighting knifes, throwing stars, poisonous powders, Sleepy Pixie Sticks, Lorien cloak, medical needle and thread, flint stone, Gandalf's bespelled pot, rope, pack, bed roll, munchies, and a few coins for any necessary bribing. Brush, soap and the like. Urruva Mornie. Extra string for shoelaces if necessary. Handkerchiefs, powder packets for things like Athelas, a wooden plate and dinnerware, cantine. The list was near endless yet it all fit perfectly and all together the weight was not enough to make me leave anything behind.
Finally I fell into my bed for the last time in an incredible long time and slept until dawn. I woke and ate a few apples that I had laid out the previous night. I dressed and pulled on all my gear before throwing my cloak around my shoulders. Grinning, I turned into an Elf that bore strong resemblance to myself, but looked slightly like Arwen. A female Elf would have less trouble being accepted than a short woman. Sides, I wanted ta see how high Aragorn could jump.
I was in the predesignated courtyard well before the others and watched them trickle in, along with the rest of Elrond court. Arwen stood off to a side dressed in what looked like a purple kimono with a few other Elves around her, so I drew up my hood to prevent anyone from seeing my face. I noticed that she was breathing strangely, like she was upset. Then I looked at Aragorn, who was looking like whipped puppy with sorrow in his eyes, though he hid it so well I had to wonder if even Arwen noticed.
The Hobbits were in a clump conversing happily in front of me, so I listened to their chit chat as I looked around. Legolas and Gimli were nearly at opposite ends of the strung out Fellowship, with Boromir near the Dwarf and Gandalf near the Elf. I peered intently at the wizard and Elf pair, because Legolas kept looked at the right of Gandalf, as did Gandalf himself, like they were talking to someone. I started to shrink to go over and investigate, but the sudden change in size won me a glare from Elrond so I returned to Elf.
Finally, it was announced and the main Fellowship left, with me a good two yards behind the end as I followed the lead of Frodo, or Gandalf who was guiding. We were off to destroy the impending doom of Sauron. Happy, happy, joy, joy.
**********N*I*C*S*P*O*V*******
I stood in the courtyard next to Gandalf and Legolas, with whom I was talking.
"So you are Gandalf's apprentice who is coming along?' inquired the Elven prince.
Despite the invisibility spell I was under, I bowed and acknowledged Gandalf to be my teacher. "It is under his instruction I practice this particular spell."
"So you can slip out unnoticed by that Elf in the black?" my questioner asked politely.
"Actually, my dear prince Legolas, that is no Elf. But that person in the cloak is, as rumors stated, coming with the Fellowship. They will reveal themselves in due time, like my apprentice. Once, of course, we are a suitable distance from Rivendell." supplied Gandalf.
Then Elrond gave a small speech on how there was no oath making us stay, and we could leave when we wished. Me? I was raring to go, and couldn't have been happier when we were finally outside of Rivendell. That's when it hit me: I was in Middle Earth and now embarking on this twenty-fifth of December on a journey that would survive and be written down in my world, as well as being known to all in this world.
I took a deep breath of fresh air and started to hum, to my surprise, Christmas songs. I was nearing the end of "Jingle Bells" when I heard a feminine voice singing ever so softly, like a memory carried on the wind. Only it was actually reality, because the rest of the Fellowship turned around and began to stare at the figure cloaked in entirely in black. My mouth dropped open at hearing the words, first in Elvish and then, in languages of all languages, English.
"Where are you Christmas Why can't I find you Why have you gone away Where is the laughter You used to bring me Why can't I hear music play My world is changing I'm rearranging Does that mean Christmas changes too Where are you Christmas Do you remember The one you used to know I'm not the same one See what the time's done Is that why you have let me go Christmas is here Everywhere, oh Christmas is here If you care, oh If there is love in your heart and your mind You will feel like Christmas all the time I feel you Christmas I know I've found you You never fade away The joy of Christmas Stays here inside us Fills each and every heart with love Where are you Christmas Fills your heart with love"**
I turned around as the person stood facing the upcoming mountains and sung, her hood slowly being blown back as if in slow motion and there was, without a doubt, Dri as she would have been if she were an Elf.
Unfortunately, just as she finished, the spell that kept me invisible and I flickered back into view as my muttered derisively, "Oh. Shit. Aki Mushrooms."
Dri's previously face clouded over with beautiful anger that was focused on myself and Gandalf besides me.
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okay. Just wanna clear somethings up about this chap:
1. only Dri and Nic speak English, and generally are when talking to each other unless specified. they talk in common with the others
2. Yes, Christmas does not exist in ME. But, nic and Dri know when it is and as they leave on Dec. 25, it is Chrisytmas,. hence the whole song thing.
Unless I get any objections, I'm gonna change the title to "The Shadowcat Chronicles" at my next update. cool title huh?
** yes, that is the song I was talkin about. It is NOT MINE!!!! THe grinch owns it! it is "Where are you Christmas?" recorded by Faith Hill on Interscope Records, words and Music by James Horner, Will Jennings, and Mariah Carey from the Movie Dr. Seuss' "How The Grinch Stole Christmas"so no suing, comprende?