There, Cas, are you happy? New chapter, and you're IN it. Bwah. Hello,
everyone. Go me with the sporadic updating! Sorry. I LOVE YOU! Hee. (I am
SO tired right now.)
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Casey was lying on a sofa, comfortably engrossed in a poetry book when the phone rang. She decided, after looking at her options, to ignore it.
Ring.
Ring.
Either ignore it, or throw it out the window, she mused.
Ring.
Ring.
"Okay, you-" she told the phone "Are getting annoying." She picked it up.
Click.
"Hello?"
"CASEY?" Mel's voice was frantic. "CASEY?!
"... Are you... Okay?" Casey asked, worried that her friend was sick.
"Yes. Wait, NO."
"Obviously you're NOT."
"I had noticed that."
Casey tried to keep her amusement out of her voice. "Look, anything I can do?" There was a silence from the other end, then Mel spoke.
"Here's the address. 71 Birch street. Second house on the left. It's green. It has a daycare sign out front. Get over here RIGHT NOW. Hurry up, before the kid disappears again."
There was only one reasonable response to that. "What?"
"Just COME. Oh, dear God, someone else just knocked on the door. There's more of them. Cas, just COME. NOW. Or I may well go insane."
"You're not already?"
"Oh, shut up."
Casey giggled.
"Hurry up." Mel said, and hung up.
Walking over to the door in trepidation, she opened it, wincing. Then she arched an eyebrow as a tiny, golden-haired child ran in and flung himself on to her leg, hugging it furiously. It was a little boy, and he had pointed ears. "Aw..." She said, for lack of a better thing to say, and tried to disengage him. What was with these little kids and hugging her?
He had an lovely little green suit on, that had a leaf embroidered on the back. He also had, slung over his back, a infant-sized quiver of arrows and a child's bow. Were those real? She reached down and looked at his name tag. 'Legolas' She tried to pronounce it. "Le-GO-lass?" She tried, then frowned. "Lay-gol-as?"
He looked up at her and said in a sweet voice "LEG-o-las." His face broke into a grin as she repeated him and said it right. He handed her a beautifully polished apple, and walked gracefully into the room, stopping to speak to everyone in a high, childish voice as he did so.
She went to close the door, but right them up stumped the most hideous child she had ever seen.
He had a BEARD. She noticed right away that he had a BEARD. He was chunky, had a large nose, an ugly brown food-splattered top on, and a beard. "Uh..." She said, and stepped back. "Hi there, little... guy. You're... Uh....." his name tag read "GIMLI." "Gimli. Hi, Gimli."
From inside, Legolas heard her address the newcomer. Coming out curiously to look, his face hardened. He shrilled something in language Mel had never heard, and fitted an arrow to the string of his bow, glaring daggers at the other.
"Oh, no you don't!" Mel cried, and scooped him up, relieving him of his bow and arrows, and for lack of a better thing to do with him, set him in a corner with a blanket over his head. He gave a startled squeak of protest.
The other ...child had come in, and was sitting in the kitchen staring at the fridge. "Hungry!" He informed her. Pippin heard. "Hungry!" He affirmed. Merry joined in. "HUNGRY!" He yelled. There was a chorus of "Hungry! Hungry!" from all the children.
That was what Casey came in the door too. She looked at Mel in disbelief. Just then, Frodo took out the ring, wandered out to the middle of the floor, put it on, and was gone.
"I TOLD you." Mel said flatly. "Could you please, please feed them?"
Casey, dumbstruck, nodded. "O... K..."
"Good." Mel said cheerfully. "I have to check them for any more weapons. Try not to trip over Frodo."
"What," asked Casey, terrified, "Have I gotten myself into?" Gimli started chewing on her leg. Mel gave her an evil smirk.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
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Review? YAY. Ow, I should really go sleep. Why is it I always write when I'm so tired I can barely THINK? Maybe it's th- zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Shh, I'm sleeping!
;)
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Casey was lying on a sofa, comfortably engrossed in a poetry book when the phone rang. She decided, after looking at her options, to ignore it.
Ring.
Ring.
Either ignore it, or throw it out the window, she mused.
Ring.
Ring.
"Okay, you-" she told the phone "Are getting annoying." She picked it up.
Click.
"Hello?"
"CASEY?" Mel's voice was frantic. "CASEY?!
"... Are you... Okay?" Casey asked, worried that her friend was sick.
"Yes. Wait, NO."
"Obviously you're NOT."
"I had noticed that."
Casey tried to keep her amusement out of her voice. "Look, anything I can do?" There was a silence from the other end, then Mel spoke.
"Here's the address. 71 Birch street. Second house on the left. It's green. It has a daycare sign out front. Get over here RIGHT NOW. Hurry up, before the kid disappears again."
There was only one reasonable response to that. "What?"
"Just COME. Oh, dear God, someone else just knocked on the door. There's more of them. Cas, just COME. NOW. Or I may well go insane."
"You're not already?"
"Oh, shut up."
Casey giggled.
"Hurry up." Mel said, and hung up.
Walking over to the door in trepidation, she opened it, wincing. Then she arched an eyebrow as a tiny, golden-haired child ran in and flung himself on to her leg, hugging it furiously. It was a little boy, and he had pointed ears. "Aw..." She said, for lack of a better thing to say, and tried to disengage him. What was with these little kids and hugging her?
He had an lovely little green suit on, that had a leaf embroidered on the back. He also had, slung over his back, a infant-sized quiver of arrows and a child's bow. Were those real? She reached down and looked at his name tag. 'Legolas' She tried to pronounce it. "Le-GO-lass?" She tried, then frowned. "Lay-gol-as?"
He looked up at her and said in a sweet voice "LEG-o-las." His face broke into a grin as she repeated him and said it right. He handed her a beautifully polished apple, and walked gracefully into the room, stopping to speak to everyone in a high, childish voice as he did so.
She went to close the door, but right them up stumped the most hideous child she had ever seen.
He had a BEARD. She noticed right away that he had a BEARD. He was chunky, had a large nose, an ugly brown food-splattered top on, and a beard. "Uh..." She said, and stepped back. "Hi there, little... guy. You're... Uh....." his name tag read "GIMLI." "Gimli. Hi, Gimli."
From inside, Legolas heard her address the newcomer. Coming out curiously to look, his face hardened. He shrilled something in language Mel had never heard, and fitted an arrow to the string of his bow, glaring daggers at the other.
"Oh, no you don't!" Mel cried, and scooped him up, relieving him of his bow and arrows, and for lack of a better thing to do with him, set him in a corner with a blanket over his head. He gave a startled squeak of protest.
The other ...child had come in, and was sitting in the kitchen staring at the fridge. "Hungry!" He informed her. Pippin heard. "Hungry!" He affirmed. Merry joined in. "HUNGRY!" He yelled. There was a chorus of "Hungry! Hungry!" from all the children.
That was what Casey came in the door too. She looked at Mel in disbelief. Just then, Frodo took out the ring, wandered out to the middle of the floor, put it on, and was gone.
"I TOLD you." Mel said flatly. "Could you please, please feed them?"
Casey, dumbstruck, nodded. "O... K..."
"Good." Mel said cheerfully. "I have to check them for any more weapons. Try not to trip over Frodo."
"What," asked Casey, terrified, "Have I gotten myself into?" Gimli started chewing on her leg. Mel gave her an evil smirk.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
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Review? YAY. Ow, I should really go sleep. Why is it I always write when I'm so tired I can barely THINK? Maybe it's th- zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Shh, I'm sleeping!
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