A/N: 1) Do not bother asking me to explain the first PS as I have
absolutely no idea!
2) Just so you all know, Clare is absolutely nothing like this in real life! In real life she is sweet, caring, not thick, one of my best mates (in case you didn't already know) and definitely NOT evil. well, at least I don't think she is. No, she's definitely not evil. A little wacky, yes, evil, no. Anyway, she knows the whole story line for this fic and has agreed with everything. Well, almost everything. Clare actually doesn't swear all that often, though she probably will in this.
Luvs Elfie xXxXx PS. The same goes for Becky. Well, almost all of that does anyway. But it's changed round a bit. Becky does swear a lot and is thick! *Becky appears and glares at Elfie then punches her on the nose* Elfie: OW! But it's true! You're thick! *MJ appears* MJ: -_- We know this! Becky: *punches MJ* Moj: OW! Quit it! *disappears in a puff of smoke* Becky: Meh! *disappears in a puff of smoke too* Elfie: I have weird friends! PPS. Moj: By the power invested in me (which ain't a lot, but all the same) I order you to GET BETTER! NOW! It's not as much fun going home without you. Beck had to look in the post box for you today! And Clare's not big enough to protect me from the scary BOB! (No Tafi, not that BOB!) So hurry up and come back to school!
Chapter 2
"If only I had Becky with me," said Clare aloud. "Dammit! I should have thought this one through more. I need help with this. I need to get her out of there." She was in a small hut on the edge of the Grey Wood. It didn't matter if she was found because she could just teleport herself away as soon as she heard anyone coming.
She paced the floor impatiently. How could she get Becky out of prison without either being caught? It needed careful planning, something Clare wasn't all that good at. Becky had always done the planning before; all she had done was made a couple of tweaks here and there, no major thinking to be done there. 'It was simple getting myself out of there,' she thought. 'All I did was.'
"Teleport!" she cried aloud. "Of course! I can teleport others, also! Why am I so stupid that it takes me four months to remember I can get myself out and another day on top of that to get Becky out?" She knew she wasn't going to receive an answer, it was a rhetorical question, but she imagined Becky's response:
'Because I am the brains of the group,' she would explain authoritatively. 'You aren't skilled enough or clever enough to think about things properly.'
"Well I'll show her just how dumb I can be," she said spitefully.
She knew this would require a lot of concentration, as she hadn't used her 'gift' in this way for a long time. She could teleport herself easily, no problem. But teleporting others was a bit different. If the person was in the room, it was relatively easy to move them, with only a slight amount of discomfort. If they were not, it was a lot harder and often caused her a considerable amount of pain. (A/N: From thinking too hard?) She had to picture the prison she was formerly held in. Then she had to picture Becky in her cold, damp dungeon. That picture had to stick in her memory. She also had to concentrate on where she was. The next bit she had no control over. She never knew how it happened, it just did. A curious bubbling sensation gently began to stir in her stomach, whilst a dizzying uneasiness began to swirl through her mind. The uneasiness subsided and gave way for sharp ache that filled head. The ache became pain, not unbearable, but enough to bring tears to her eyes. The pain began to build up, still it was not unbearable, but it was much to Clare's disliking. Then suddenly it stopped and Becky was sitting on the chair in front of her. The process had taken all of about 3 seconds in total, though it had seemed an eternity to Clare.
"What the.?" Becky began. She looked around and saw she was no longer in the dungeon, constantly being watched. Now she was in a small hut and Clare stood, about ten paces away, staring at her. She sat there for several minutes in utter silence, opening and closing her mouth like a fish.
"Where, in the name of wonder, am I?" she finally said.
"About half a days ride from Minas Tirith," said Clare. "We're on the outskirts of the Grey Wood. I found this place after scouting around for a while when I first got out yesterday."
"Yeah, I was told about that," said Becky, a grin spreading across her face. "Why did you have to go and forget you could do that thing? The disappearing thing."
"Teleport," said Clare.
"Yeah, and that. It would have made our plans so much easier before and we wouldn't have had to spend four months in prison."
"I can't remember everything, you know," said Clare, defensively. "And I can just as easily send you back, you know!" The grin disappeared from Becky's face.
"Well, you know, I was only saying," said Becky. "It didn't mean it nastily or anything."
"Becky," said Clare, "everything you ever do is out of nastiness. And I know you haven't changed. Which is a good thing. Because I'm still determined to get back at Michelle and that brat of a daughter."
"Aragorn, tell me you are joking!" yelled Michelle. "How the hell have you managed to loose two high security prisoners in the space of about 24 hours?!"
"I haven't lost them," he said. "They got out themselves. By the way, did anyone know Becky could do it as well?" Robyn, Michelle and Legolas all shook their heads.
"Maybe she can't," said Michelle, as an after thought.
"See! I'm not the only really blonde person here!" said Robyn quickly.
"Shut up, Robyn," said Michelle. "What I meant was, Clare can teleport other people as well. Remember the night after the trial when we all got completely smashed (A/N: Speaks so elegantly, doesn't she?) and Legolas some rather. suggestive comments-" Robyn grimaced.
"Mom, I'm sitting here, you know," said Robyn.
"Shut up and let me finish!" growled Michelle. "Yeah, anyway. He made suggestive comments in front of dad, causing him to wish serious harm to Legolas."
"Yes we remember," said Aragorn. "And the point of bringing that up was.?"
"Clare made Legolas disappear before dad could hurt him," she said.
"Oh yeah, she did, didn't she?" said Legolas.
"Yeah, well, maybe she got Becky out of there," said Michelle. That had taken her way longer than she had intended.
"It's a possibility," said Aragorn. "But it doesn't really matter how she escaped, and again I think we know why she escaped. What we need to find out is where they are hiding."
"What's to say they're together?" said Robyn in her innocence. (A/N: O_o Robyn, innocent? As if!)
"Um, Robyn," said Legolas, "do you really think it's a coincidence that they've both escaped within a day of each other, and they happened to be 'in league' when they were caught?"
"It could be," she said, slightly embarrassed in realising that she had sounded completely dumb.
"And I could be Queen of Gondor," said Michelle. All eyes turned to her.
"No offence, mom, but I don't think you could ever be Queen of Gondor," said Robyn.
"Can we get back to the original subject now please?" said Aragorn irritably. "This has to be sorted. Now that they are out, Michelle, Robyn, neither of you will be safe. They will most likely come after one or both of you. From now, you must travel anywhere alone. Not even to your next neighbour's house. Someone must know where you area at all times. In fact, I would advise that neither of you is alone at any point. I know this seems harsh, but it is the only way we can assure your safety."
"Does this mean I get an escort everywhere?" said Robyn excitedly. Michelle and Legolas rolled their eyes.
"If you so wish," said Aragorn.
"Actually, I'll just get Ash to come with me if I want to go anywhere," she said.
"And I can stay with Michelle," said Legolas. She sent a smug look in his direction.
"Er. very well," said Aragorn, thrown slightly off track. It was all sorted. But he hadn't expected it to go like that. He had expected Robyn and Michelle to immediately start demanding their freedom and rights and lots of other stuff he really understand. Not that he was complaining that they hadn't, it was just odd.
"So." said Robyn. "What now?"
"Um, you. go. home, I guess," said Aragorn. "Um, this was all over much quicker than I intended so now I have absolutely no idea what to do."
"Yeah, well, I'm sure you'll think of something," said Robyn, standing.
"Robyn, don't be cheeky," said Michelle.
"What?" she asked, innocently. "He's only the King. It's not like he's important."
"Many people would disagree with you on that one."
"Well, he's only Aragorn. I'm allowed to shout at him and be mean."
"You are?" said Aragorn.
"Well, you never shout or nothing, so I figured it was OK," said Robyn, sweetly.
"You've spoilt my daughter," said Michelle.
"I haven't done anything!" said Aragorn.
"My daughter is becoming a brat and it's your fault!" said Michelle, more firmly.
"What choice do I have?" said Aragorn. "I shout at her, you shout at me. I don't shout at her, you shout me. I can't keep anyone happy!"
"I think you'll find the expression is 'I can't keep everyone happy'," said Legolas.
"I know," moaned Aragorn. "But I really can't keep anyone happy!"
"Oh, stop your belly-aching!" hissed Michelle and she left the room.
2) Just so you all know, Clare is absolutely nothing like this in real life! In real life she is sweet, caring, not thick, one of my best mates (in case you didn't already know) and definitely NOT evil. well, at least I don't think she is. No, she's definitely not evil. A little wacky, yes, evil, no. Anyway, she knows the whole story line for this fic and has agreed with everything. Well, almost everything. Clare actually doesn't swear all that often, though she probably will in this.
Luvs Elfie xXxXx PS. The same goes for Becky. Well, almost all of that does anyway. But it's changed round a bit. Becky does swear a lot and is thick! *Becky appears and glares at Elfie then punches her on the nose* Elfie: OW! But it's true! You're thick! *MJ appears* MJ: -_- We know this! Becky: *punches MJ* Moj: OW! Quit it! *disappears in a puff of smoke* Becky: Meh! *disappears in a puff of smoke too* Elfie: I have weird friends! PPS. Moj: By the power invested in me (which ain't a lot, but all the same) I order you to GET BETTER! NOW! It's not as much fun going home without you. Beck had to look in the post box for you today! And Clare's not big enough to protect me from the scary BOB! (No Tafi, not that BOB!) So hurry up and come back to school!
Chapter 2
"If only I had Becky with me," said Clare aloud. "Dammit! I should have thought this one through more. I need help with this. I need to get her out of there." She was in a small hut on the edge of the Grey Wood. It didn't matter if she was found because she could just teleport herself away as soon as she heard anyone coming.
She paced the floor impatiently. How could she get Becky out of prison without either being caught? It needed careful planning, something Clare wasn't all that good at. Becky had always done the planning before; all she had done was made a couple of tweaks here and there, no major thinking to be done there. 'It was simple getting myself out of there,' she thought. 'All I did was.'
"Teleport!" she cried aloud. "Of course! I can teleport others, also! Why am I so stupid that it takes me four months to remember I can get myself out and another day on top of that to get Becky out?" She knew she wasn't going to receive an answer, it was a rhetorical question, but she imagined Becky's response:
'Because I am the brains of the group,' she would explain authoritatively. 'You aren't skilled enough or clever enough to think about things properly.'
"Well I'll show her just how dumb I can be," she said spitefully.
She knew this would require a lot of concentration, as she hadn't used her 'gift' in this way for a long time. She could teleport herself easily, no problem. But teleporting others was a bit different. If the person was in the room, it was relatively easy to move them, with only a slight amount of discomfort. If they were not, it was a lot harder and often caused her a considerable amount of pain. (A/N: From thinking too hard?) She had to picture the prison she was formerly held in. Then she had to picture Becky in her cold, damp dungeon. That picture had to stick in her memory. She also had to concentrate on where she was. The next bit she had no control over. She never knew how it happened, it just did. A curious bubbling sensation gently began to stir in her stomach, whilst a dizzying uneasiness began to swirl through her mind. The uneasiness subsided and gave way for sharp ache that filled head. The ache became pain, not unbearable, but enough to bring tears to her eyes. The pain began to build up, still it was not unbearable, but it was much to Clare's disliking. Then suddenly it stopped and Becky was sitting on the chair in front of her. The process had taken all of about 3 seconds in total, though it had seemed an eternity to Clare.
"What the.?" Becky began. She looked around and saw she was no longer in the dungeon, constantly being watched. Now she was in a small hut and Clare stood, about ten paces away, staring at her. She sat there for several minutes in utter silence, opening and closing her mouth like a fish.
"Where, in the name of wonder, am I?" she finally said.
"About half a days ride from Minas Tirith," said Clare. "We're on the outskirts of the Grey Wood. I found this place after scouting around for a while when I first got out yesterday."
"Yeah, I was told about that," said Becky, a grin spreading across her face. "Why did you have to go and forget you could do that thing? The disappearing thing."
"Teleport," said Clare.
"Yeah, and that. It would have made our plans so much easier before and we wouldn't have had to spend four months in prison."
"I can't remember everything, you know," said Clare, defensively. "And I can just as easily send you back, you know!" The grin disappeared from Becky's face.
"Well, you know, I was only saying," said Becky. "It didn't mean it nastily or anything."
"Becky," said Clare, "everything you ever do is out of nastiness. And I know you haven't changed. Which is a good thing. Because I'm still determined to get back at Michelle and that brat of a daughter."
"Aragorn, tell me you are joking!" yelled Michelle. "How the hell have you managed to loose two high security prisoners in the space of about 24 hours?!"
"I haven't lost them," he said. "They got out themselves. By the way, did anyone know Becky could do it as well?" Robyn, Michelle and Legolas all shook their heads.
"Maybe she can't," said Michelle, as an after thought.
"See! I'm not the only really blonde person here!" said Robyn quickly.
"Shut up, Robyn," said Michelle. "What I meant was, Clare can teleport other people as well. Remember the night after the trial when we all got completely smashed (A/N: Speaks so elegantly, doesn't she?) and Legolas some rather. suggestive comments-" Robyn grimaced.
"Mom, I'm sitting here, you know," said Robyn.
"Shut up and let me finish!" growled Michelle. "Yeah, anyway. He made suggestive comments in front of dad, causing him to wish serious harm to Legolas."
"Yes we remember," said Aragorn. "And the point of bringing that up was.?"
"Clare made Legolas disappear before dad could hurt him," she said.
"Oh yeah, she did, didn't she?" said Legolas.
"Yeah, well, maybe she got Becky out of there," said Michelle. That had taken her way longer than she had intended.
"It's a possibility," said Aragorn. "But it doesn't really matter how she escaped, and again I think we know why she escaped. What we need to find out is where they are hiding."
"What's to say they're together?" said Robyn in her innocence. (A/N: O_o Robyn, innocent? As if!)
"Um, Robyn," said Legolas, "do you really think it's a coincidence that they've both escaped within a day of each other, and they happened to be 'in league' when they were caught?"
"It could be," she said, slightly embarrassed in realising that she had sounded completely dumb.
"And I could be Queen of Gondor," said Michelle. All eyes turned to her.
"No offence, mom, but I don't think you could ever be Queen of Gondor," said Robyn.
"Can we get back to the original subject now please?" said Aragorn irritably. "This has to be sorted. Now that they are out, Michelle, Robyn, neither of you will be safe. They will most likely come after one or both of you. From now, you must travel anywhere alone. Not even to your next neighbour's house. Someone must know where you area at all times. In fact, I would advise that neither of you is alone at any point. I know this seems harsh, but it is the only way we can assure your safety."
"Does this mean I get an escort everywhere?" said Robyn excitedly. Michelle and Legolas rolled their eyes.
"If you so wish," said Aragorn.
"Actually, I'll just get Ash to come with me if I want to go anywhere," she said.
"And I can stay with Michelle," said Legolas. She sent a smug look in his direction.
"Er. very well," said Aragorn, thrown slightly off track. It was all sorted. But he hadn't expected it to go like that. He had expected Robyn and Michelle to immediately start demanding their freedom and rights and lots of other stuff he really understand. Not that he was complaining that they hadn't, it was just odd.
"So." said Robyn. "What now?"
"Um, you. go. home, I guess," said Aragorn. "Um, this was all over much quicker than I intended so now I have absolutely no idea what to do."
"Yeah, well, I'm sure you'll think of something," said Robyn, standing.
"Robyn, don't be cheeky," said Michelle.
"What?" she asked, innocently. "He's only the King. It's not like he's important."
"Many people would disagree with you on that one."
"Well, he's only Aragorn. I'm allowed to shout at him and be mean."
"You are?" said Aragorn.
"Well, you never shout or nothing, so I figured it was OK," said Robyn, sweetly.
"You've spoilt my daughter," said Michelle.
"I haven't done anything!" said Aragorn.
"My daughter is becoming a brat and it's your fault!" said Michelle, more firmly.
"What choice do I have?" said Aragorn. "I shout at her, you shout at me. I don't shout at her, you shout me. I can't keep anyone happy!"
"I think you'll find the expression is 'I can't keep everyone happy'," said Legolas.
"I know," moaned Aragorn. "But I really can't keep anyone happy!"
"Oh, stop your belly-aching!" hissed Michelle and she left the room.
