What About The Orchestra?
Chapter 3: Of Coffeegirl, Gandalf and Lothlorien
Coffeegirl noticed several other musicians walking in a group further up. They were obviously agitated about something, and occasionally one would giggle and be shushed by the others. Quickening her pace slightly, she listened in.
"He'll go crazy! We can con him into taking us to Mirkwood-"
"-or the Shire-"
"-or to Minas Tirith!"
"Oh, be quiet! We can't let him know, or he'll kill us! Remember what happened to the Balrog?" A short, bassoon-playing girl (Coffeegirl was pretty sure she was called Liz) shuddered at the thought of what a maddened Istari would do to them. Most of her companions did the same, excepts for one who only looked puzzled.
"Hang on - the Balrog killed him, didn't it? After that Dwarf place?" the unfortunate Marimba player trailed off under the stares of his fellow musicians.
"Didn't you read the books? Even the trailers for the next movies? No- oh, honestly! Well, you can read them yourself, I'm not going to spoil it." Turning away and looking most irate, Liz suddenly spotted Gandalf striding along not twenty feet from them. Quickly whispering "Operation Innocence!" to the others, she began a small tune, which the others in the group picked up. Gandalf shook his head, muttering about "musicians", "never quiet" and "going to kill them one day". Coffeegirl heaved a sigh of relief; no one was going to be badly injured today. You wouldn't believe how much damage a simple stick can do, and when it's wielded by a magic-user. it's not a pretty sight.
Whatever the conspirators were planning, Coffeegirl was reasonably sure that the Istari would stop it. He had uncovered several plots in the first few days of the journey. Most of the band still winced at the memory of the unlucky Bass Guitarist that had kept poking at Gandalf's nose while he was asleep ("It can't be real and that size!" he exclaimed).
Coffeegirl suddenly became aware that the group had stopped. Looking up before she marched straight into a trombone's back, she saw the fringes of Lothlorien not twenty meters from where she stood.
"Wow."
"You bet wow. Haldir's gotta be in there somewhere," an Alto Saxophone giggled, looking excited. Coffeegirl shook her head, pushed her hair back out of her face, and started walking again. Haldir fangirls? What next? But still, she was looking forwards to Lothlorien. Maybe tonight they'd be sleeping in actual beds, not in tents pitched wherever the ground looked flat.
A hush fell on the party as they entered the first trees. The Golden Wood was even more beautiful than in the movies, or even as most had imagined it in the books. And, of course, so were the Elves.
"Tampa!" ??? cried a slim figure that appeared on the path ahead of them. A few girls screamed - whether in fear or delight, Coffeegirl didn't know.
"Haldir! OmygodHaldirIloveyouuuu!!!" The Alto Sax that had giggled earlier ran, screaming, towards the Elf. She barely managed to stop in time when a nocked arrow appeared on a bow right before her nose.
"And that, children, is why you should never glomp an armed Elf," Gandalf informed the group smugly. He then turned to a rather peevish-looking Haldir and began to speak in Elvish.
Liz rubbed her hands together, muttering, "Right! Time to use the Elvish I learned." She strode purposefully towards Gandalf and Haldir, interrupting them. "Oio naa elealla alasse'!" she said, and the talking pair turned to stare at her. Then, with a cry that sounded like Squeeeee!, she sprang at him - the moment the Lorien Elf knocked her unconscious.
"I know what that meant," a contrabassoon said quietly. "Ever your sight is a joy, then My love! Honestly!" Most of the party giggled.
Coffeegirl smirked and hummed under her breath. "Someone's got a crush." She was still laughing softly to herself as Haldir guided them further into Lorien.
[A/N: Happy now, Hannah? Sorry about the lack of updates! It's really hard for me to get on the internet in the holidays - but I'll update more soon! I promise!]
Chapter 3: Of Coffeegirl, Gandalf and Lothlorien
Coffeegirl noticed several other musicians walking in a group further up. They were obviously agitated about something, and occasionally one would giggle and be shushed by the others. Quickening her pace slightly, she listened in.
"He'll go crazy! We can con him into taking us to Mirkwood-"
"-or the Shire-"
"-or to Minas Tirith!"
"Oh, be quiet! We can't let him know, or he'll kill us! Remember what happened to the Balrog?" A short, bassoon-playing girl (Coffeegirl was pretty sure she was called Liz) shuddered at the thought of what a maddened Istari would do to them. Most of her companions did the same, excepts for one who only looked puzzled.
"Hang on - the Balrog killed him, didn't it? After that Dwarf place?" the unfortunate Marimba player trailed off under the stares of his fellow musicians.
"Didn't you read the books? Even the trailers for the next movies? No- oh, honestly! Well, you can read them yourself, I'm not going to spoil it." Turning away and looking most irate, Liz suddenly spotted Gandalf striding along not twenty feet from them. Quickly whispering "Operation Innocence!" to the others, she began a small tune, which the others in the group picked up. Gandalf shook his head, muttering about "musicians", "never quiet" and "going to kill them one day". Coffeegirl heaved a sigh of relief; no one was going to be badly injured today. You wouldn't believe how much damage a simple stick can do, and when it's wielded by a magic-user. it's not a pretty sight.
Whatever the conspirators were planning, Coffeegirl was reasonably sure that the Istari would stop it. He had uncovered several plots in the first few days of the journey. Most of the band still winced at the memory of the unlucky Bass Guitarist that had kept poking at Gandalf's nose while he was asleep ("It can't be real and that size!" he exclaimed).
Coffeegirl suddenly became aware that the group had stopped. Looking up before she marched straight into a trombone's back, she saw the fringes of Lothlorien not twenty meters from where she stood.
"Wow."
"You bet wow. Haldir's gotta be in there somewhere," an Alto Saxophone giggled, looking excited. Coffeegirl shook her head, pushed her hair back out of her face, and started walking again. Haldir fangirls? What next? But still, she was looking forwards to Lothlorien. Maybe tonight they'd be sleeping in actual beds, not in tents pitched wherever the ground looked flat.
A hush fell on the party as they entered the first trees. The Golden Wood was even more beautiful than in the movies, or even as most had imagined it in the books. And, of course, so were the Elves.
"Tampa!" ??? cried a slim figure that appeared on the path ahead of them. A few girls screamed - whether in fear or delight, Coffeegirl didn't know.
"Haldir! OmygodHaldirIloveyouuuu!!!" The Alto Sax that had giggled earlier ran, screaming, towards the Elf. She barely managed to stop in time when a nocked arrow appeared on a bow right before her nose.
"And that, children, is why you should never glomp an armed Elf," Gandalf informed the group smugly. He then turned to a rather peevish-looking Haldir and began to speak in Elvish.
Liz rubbed her hands together, muttering, "Right! Time to use the Elvish I learned." She strode purposefully towards Gandalf and Haldir, interrupting them. "Oio naa elealla alasse'!" she said, and the talking pair turned to stare at her. Then, with a cry that sounded like Squeeeee!, she sprang at him - the moment the Lorien Elf knocked her unconscious.
"I know what that meant," a contrabassoon said quietly. "Ever your sight is a joy, then My love! Honestly!" Most of the party giggled.
Coffeegirl smirked and hummed under her breath. "Someone's got a crush." She was still laughing softly to herself as Haldir guided them further into Lorien.
[A/N: Happy now, Hannah? Sorry about the lack of updates! It's really hard for me to get on the internet in the holidays - but I'll update more soon! I promise!]