I'm back! *Giggles* I have been reading too much of Zurizip's "Chaos and Mayhem" And now I have all these conversations stuck in my head… like the one about bacteria… help moi!! March break is finally here!!! Unfortunately, my Chinese school teacher took the opportunity to load us with more hmwk than usual (which is still a lot) … damn this! Uh-oh, I'm starting to sound like Tarabrethil… *sighs* at least I don't go around saying athelas.

Disclaimer: I love strawberry/watermelon Skittles!

Me: What the h---?!?!?! *Catches a glance of the real disclaimer doing a can-can with Saruman* Get back here you!

Disclaimer: Can you do the can-can? Saruman can do the can-can!

Me: *dragging the disclaimer back in place by the neck.*

Saruman: *looking around, very alarmed* First it's those young delinquents with anti-bleach advocacy, and now it's her. What is Middle Earth coming to?

Me: go away, you're not due until four chapters later!

Saruman: *sniffs*

Disclaimer: I, Indigo Star, do not own any Lotr relate materials. *runs away with Saruman before I can catch it*

Me: oh well…

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          Legolas darted in and out of the dense forestation, trying desperately to escape a magic-ed arrow sent by Lori to express her feelings towards him. Unbeknownst to him, Lori had been persuaded by the two Srennans to explore Lothlorien while they are still staying there and to enjoy Middle Earth for as long as she can.

In any case, they were walking in a completely different direction than him and were going to look for hair-taffy (for Arileen, just in case anyone was wondering). Maybe the Srennans didn't notice that, or maybe they just ignored it to torture the poor elf. Be that as it may, the spell remained on the arrow and the arrow remained hot on the trail of the blond elf.

Lori was perfectly aware of the spell and the arrow, but she just let it go, with a grin to herself.

"C'mon! We need to get that taffy before A Certain Person starts bellowing about the state of her hair." (This was Srenna.)

"And I have to get some strawberry flavored soap for Master Samwise, who asked his master, who asked me because that that Certain Master has an appointment with Galadriel the highest queen elf." (This was Srennan.)

"Oh why did I even come with you guys for this? I D-O-N-T L-I-K-E L-O-T-R! It's, like, the most boring epic on earth, and like, Tolkien copied the Germans!" (This was Lori.) (A/N: This is actually a direct quote from the real Lori, whose name I cannot disclose for security and privacy reasons.)

So anyways, they wandered to the root of a gigantic oak tree. It was older than Fangorn (the ent) himself, although the girls didn't know that. Srenna put her hand on the apparently solid trunk of the tree and said, "I come in peace to Lothlorien and am a guest of the Lady Galadriel. I ask for entrance."

The other girls looked at Srenna and were about to ask her what she was talking about when a big rectangular piece of bark swung open to reveal a door.

Srenna said, "This may seem surprising, but, the elves are very protective about their hygiene materials." A curious silence followed, and Srenna continued, "This came about in the period of the Watchful Peace, when a guest opened the door, he made off with all the shampoo." This time, Srennan and Lori just gave Srenna a strange glance, she ignored them and said, "Well, somebody had to wash out the grease in his hair! It was actually an accident, but the Elves were wary after that."

Srennan sniffed the air and said, "I smell an odd mixture of… strawberry, pineapple and some chemical scent that not even the Disreputable Dog can distinguish." (A/N: The Disreputable Dog is from another book: "Lirael" by Garth Nix, she is known for a very sharp nose that detects any scent within a five-kilometer radius.)

Srenna sniffed, and said, "I don't smell anything odd. Just a bunch of Hawaiian Punch flavored floss." "No way!" Exclaimed Lori, "I don't believe it! There's all sorts essential oils!" The two Srennans groaned. Lori lived for Essential Oils; they were her life's breath, the thing that she depended on for sanity (although most of us would agree that she has none, judging from her actions).

Having nothing to do and having run out of manga to read, Srennan decided to join Srenna in making an inventory of Galadriel and Celeborn's bathroom storage:

1. Five stacks of various scented soap: strawberry, regular, pink, rose, mango, pineapple, butterscotch, apple, pear, crystal, icy fresh, mint, and macho cologne. (I think the last few were Celeborn's).

2. Large quantities of Hawaiian Punch flavored dental floss.

3. Elfshine toothpaste (gives brilliantly white teeth!)

4. Slick gel (guaranteed to calm the worst hair situations).

5. Perfume (I certainly hope this is Galadriel's).

6. Cologne (Ditto with Celeborn).

7. Hair taffy (aha! Now we can go back to our tree house.)

8. Essential Oils – tangerine, pine, lavender, green tea (etc…)

9. Untangle spray (guaranteed to tame even the longest curls!)

10. Pointy ear cream (all fruit flavors)

This done and the hair taffy found, the Srennans and Lori were on their way back to the tree house when Galadriel stepped  in front of them and requested their presence. Puzzled, but somehow knowing what was coming, the Srennans followed Galadriel. Lori was just plain peeved and was starting to remember why she hated Lotr and elves.

Galadriel fixed them all with a piercing gaze for a long time before she broke the spell and stared at Lori and said, "You first."

Lori went with here into the little clearing of trees that were somehow shielded by the mallorn branches. A voice spoke behind her making Lori jump high in the air. "In the Mirror of Galadriel, one sees many things of the pas, present, and future. What you will see I cannot tell, but it will give you things to ponder."

Lori was a bit taken aback and obediently looked into the reflecting water. She didn't see anything except for grey tendrils of mist twisting around the water. Biting her lip, she looked up at Galadriel, and shook her head. Galadriel stretched out a white hand and touched the cheek of the girl. Lori didn't flinch, and only looked back defiantly.

Galadriel sighed, suddenly looking very weary. She said, "I cannot see your future, for it is intertwined with the will of the Valar, and is not yet revealed. You have been given a hard path to walk, and when you come to it, think of the merry things in your life."

Lori nodded, although she didn't understand a word. A hard path? The Valar? Impossible! The elf woman has finally gone batty, she decided.

Srenna passed through the same ordeal, although her vision was of a single blue gem, circling forever in a world of mist. Galadriel only shook her head, refusing to speak, and, for the first time in all her years, looked world-weary.

Srennan saw Gondor from a bird's eye point of view, but she didn't know it, and only marveled at the strangeness of it.

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          I could end it now and be totally mean, or I can let you scroll down and see what happens after.

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          Lori and the two Srennans were much subdued after their unexpected appointment with Galadriel. They went back to their tree house, scarcely noticing that there were very few elves, which was unusual, because this was their time to stroll around the woods and sing about Nimrodel.

          At dusk, when Lori decides to sleep on her not-so-much-of-a-vision-y vision, Srennan detected a funny scent in the air. Signaling Srenna to make as little noise as possible, they snuck out of the tree house.  

          Breathing night air and walking peacefully, the two friends whispered back and forth.

          "What are you doing?"

          "I smelled something strange, so I thought we should investigate."

          "Somebody has been reading too much Conan."

          "What's that supposed to mean?!"

          "For goodness's sake! This is an elf forest, not some urban area full of dangerous radicals trying to gas every American in sight!"

          "Yeah, and on whose authority are you assured that this is perfectly safe?"

          "…"

          "So?"

          "You're right, there's definitely something strange and human-ish here."

          "Told you!"

          "Don't rub it in, or I may be forced to rub that nose of yours in."

          "Hey! My nose is perfectly beautiful and not as flat as yours!"

          "Uh-huh. And your nose is, like, two mm taller than mine."

          "Oh shut up Srennan." (A/N: when we're together, we call each other by our full first names. It's more fun. ^ ^)

          "You too Srennan."

          The two girls followed their noses, and, strangely, arrived at the clearing around the storage tree. (Remember? The soap storage and stuff?) They took a sniff, and went, "OH MIGOSH!"

          The elves, hearing something in the middle of their hair treatment, came from behind the giant tree and found them. Clearly knocked out by the fumes of what they were using, the two girls had fainted right in front of the elves' re-blonding station, where the elves were standing in a circle around a big bucket of bleach.

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*Smiles happily* So, how do you guys like this? *Smile starts to fade as a breeze carries a familiar smell to her* I am so sad… my mom took the computer outside my room. *Recognizes scent* Now I can't use the computer without her knowing and she always monitors me. *Reeling from scent* I can't update for a long time now… sorry. *HELLLLLLP!* Try telling my mom that writing fanfics are good for your literary practices. *Ack! Bleach! Passes out!*

bye,

Indigo Star

Paris- I updated! So there. Ha!