I am so, so sorry this has taken so long, but my mother is an Evil
Nazi [nastyword] who gets power kicks out of not letting me on the
computer. Ever. Infer what you will about our relationship!
Anyway! Please ignore me waxing eloquent about the purpose of scenery in life later on. Honestly? I just kind of felt sorry for it. Maybe it can have a bigger role later. Wouldn't you get bored if you were scenery?!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people. (Disregard the fact that I have Orlando Bloom tied up in my closet with a blonde wig glued to his head.) Except Al, who, in the spirit of all good characters should come to life through an authors words, so technically she owns herself. And no, in the deep, deep recesses of my heart, I don't really expect that any of the characters would ever really behave like this. I'm PLAYING.
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It was approximately six to eight hours since we last saw our hero, Al, and she was still wallowing in slightly ungracious self-pity. From out of nowhere, a sudden and startling thought that was infinitely unwelcome occurred to Al; that maybe-just maybe-she was being rather ridiculous. But, being the Mary-Sue she is, ruthlessly quashed the thought. Instead, she decided it would be useful, her being lost in the woods and all, for her to spend the next few minutely trying vainly to see her reflection in the polished surface of her sword. However, since the end of the Quest, she had been neglecting the weapon, and the rust that had built up really didn't do a good job of reflecting anything. Her eyes filled with tears yet again.
"Oh, it's hopeless!" she wailed, slumping dejectedly to the ground. "What ever shall I do?"
The scenery, as scenery is apt to do, it being scenery and all, stoically ignored her while doing what scenery does best-provide a suitable background, for lack of a better thing to do with itself.
"Alright. Think." She told herself firmly. "What to do..." In the back of her mind, a terribly nasty little voice of reason and common sense suggested that there was something that needed immediate attention, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.
"I know there's something..." She said absently, knawing at one knuckle. "Something important." She looked around at the fading light and rapidly approaching darkness when it hit her. "Mirkwood! I'm ALONE in Mirkwood. At night." She felt an unsettling shiver run down her spine, and nervously eyed the shadows. For all that she would have loved to strike a brave, maidenly pose at that point, and perhaps fully exploit her unfortunate circumstances to the best of her advantage, the fact that the entire area had fallen abruptly and eerily silent made her decide to get the hell out of there, and quickly.
Her decision came one moment too late, however.
A large, dark, and dangerously quick figure exploded out of the underbrush, moving forwards on what seemed to be far too many legs for comfort. It was making a hungry clicking sound, which boded ill for Al, who probably looked like quite a yummy snack.
She screamed. What else could she possibly do? Then she regained her poise and gracefully reached to the quiver she wore for an arrow.
Her fingers closed on empty air. This was great- she had a bow, aye, but nothing to shoot with! How wonderfully prepared she was.
The creature gave her no time to recover, lashing out at her with two hairy legs. It calmly and efficiently disarmed her, and, with one neat tap, knocked her out. It dragger her through the forest, paying no attention to the twigs and mud getting tangled in her hair.
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Legolas towelled himself off vigorously after climbing out of the pool, but held off on dressing, hating the feeling of clothing on damp flesh. After wrapping the towel around his waist, he strolled through the halls, enjoying the last of the sun's rays on his skin.
The corridor branched off, leading to a balcony that over-looked a leaf- littered courtyard. Attentive guards stood silent and unmoving at the doors. He approached one of them and he saluted the slender Elven prince smartly, his gaze not betraying whatever his opinion of the prince's lack of clothing.
"Perhaps you were aware that Arwen left the palace this afternoon," Legolas said non-comitally. The guard's face remained impartial until Legolas looked away, and a faint hint of relief showed in his eyes. Legolas continued: "I believe that she may encounter some trouble. After all, she is wandering through Mirkwood with no protection. I would appriciate it, and look upon it as a personal favor if you would trail her, unseen, and keep her from injury." The guard nodded stiffly, and marched off, his well- polished boots clicking loudly and echoing in the stone square.
Legolas watched him go, a bemused smile on his face. "Terribly uptight fellow, there," He commented to the empty air, then looked down and realized that his towel had fallen off.
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Okay there! Now a few notes!
Tough Cookie: The towel part was all for you. :)
Viraten: Glee is an AWESOME word. I am gleeful about it.
Black Jaguar12: The Narrator just plain amuses me. Narrators have Ultimate Power! *scary music*
Symbelmyrne: Thanks. You make me happy.
Little-lost-one: ... Hee?
Queen Isis: I know! The name thing is ridiculous! *blushes* I'm ashamed to admit I have my own, though. I don't *use* it, but it's in existance. At least I made it myself with the aid of a Elvish dictionary.
Kaze: I like it too. No, wait, I DON'T. It's hard to write. Maybe I'll squish Al with a Grand Piano. Heh.
ElanhÃn: I update sporadically. I'm so, so sorry.
Annoying Took: I brighten days! Hooray!
I'll shut up now!
Anyway! Please ignore me waxing eloquent about the purpose of scenery in life later on. Honestly? I just kind of felt sorry for it. Maybe it can have a bigger role later. Wouldn't you get bored if you were scenery?!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people. (Disregard the fact that I have Orlando Bloom tied up in my closet with a blonde wig glued to his head.) Except Al, who, in the spirit of all good characters should come to life through an authors words, so technically she owns herself. And no, in the deep, deep recesses of my heart, I don't really expect that any of the characters would ever really behave like this. I'm PLAYING.
~~~~
It was approximately six to eight hours since we last saw our hero, Al, and she was still wallowing in slightly ungracious self-pity. From out of nowhere, a sudden and startling thought that was infinitely unwelcome occurred to Al; that maybe-just maybe-she was being rather ridiculous. But, being the Mary-Sue she is, ruthlessly quashed the thought. Instead, she decided it would be useful, her being lost in the woods and all, for her to spend the next few minutely trying vainly to see her reflection in the polished surface of her sword. However, since the end of the Quest, she had been neglecting the weapon, and the rust that had built up really didn't do a good job of reflecting anything. Her eyes filled with tears yet again.
"Oh, it's hopeless!" she wailed, slumping dejectedly to the ground. "What ever shall I do?"
The scenery, as scenery is apt to do, it being scenery and all, stoically ignored her while doing what scenery does best-provide a suitable background, for lack of a better thing to do with itself.
"Alright. Think." She told herself firmly. "What to do..." In the back of her mind, a terribly nasty little voice of reason and common sense suggested that there was something that needed immediate attention, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.
"I know there's something..." She said absently, knawing at one knuckle. "Something important." She looked around at the fading light and rapidly approaching darkness when it hit her. "Mirkwood! I'm ALONE in Mirkwood. At night." She felt an unsettling shiver run down her spine, and nervously eyed the shadows. For all that she would have loved to strike a brave, maidenly pose at that point, and perhaps fully exploit her unfortunate circumstances to the best of her advantage, the fact that the entire area had fallen abruptly and eerily silent made her decide to get the hell out of there, and quickly.
Her decision came one moment too late, however.
A large, dark, and dangerously quick figure exploded out of the underbrush, moving forwards on what seemed to be far too many legs for comfort. It was making a hungry clicking sound, which boded ill for Al, who probably looked like quite a yummy snack.
She screamed. What else could she possibly do? Then she regained her poise and gracefully reached to the quiver she wore for an arrow.
Her fingers closed on empty air. This was great- she had a bow, aye, but nothing to shoot with! How wonderfully prepared she was.
The creature gave her no time to recover, lashing out at her with two hairy legs. It calmly and efficiently disarmed her, and, with one neat tap, knocked her out. It dragger her through the forest, paying no attention to the twigs and mud getting tangled in her hair.
~~~~~~~
Legolas towelled himself off vigorously after climbing out of the pool, but held off on dressing, hating the feeling of clothing on damp flesh. After wrapping the towel around his waist, he strolled through the halls, enjoying the last of the sun's rays on his skin.
The corridor branched off, leading to a balcony that over-looked a leaf- littered courtyard. Attentive guards stood silent and unmoving at the doors. He approached one of them and he saluted the slender Elven prince smartly, his gaze not betraying whatever his opinion of the prince's lack of clothing.
"Perhaps you were aware that Arwen left the palace this afternoon," Legolas said non-comitally. The guard's face remained impartial until Legolas looked away, and a faint hint of relief showed in his eyes. Legolas continued: "I believe that she may encounter some trouble. After all, she is wandering through Mirkwood with no protection. I would appriciate it, and look upon it as a personal favor if you would trail her, unseen, and keep her from injury." The guard nodded stiffly, and marched off, his well- polished boots clicking loudly and echoing in the stone square.
Legolas watched him go, a bemused smile on his face. "Terribly uptight fellow, there," He commented to the empty air, then looked down and realized that his towel had fallen off.
~~~~~~~
Okay there! Now a few notes!
Tough Cookie: The towel part was all for you. :)
Viraten: Glee is an AWESOME word. I am gleeful about it.
Black Jaguar12: The Narrator just plain amuses me. Narrators have Ultimate Power! *scary music*
Symbelmyrne: Thanks. You make me happy.
Little-lost-one: ... Hee?
Queen Isis: I know! The name thing is ridiculous! *blushes* I'm ashamed to admit I have my own, though. I don't *use* it, but it's in existance. At least I made it myself with the aid of a Elvish dictionary.
Kaze: I like it too. No, wait, I DON'T. It's hard to write. Maybe I'll squish Al with a Grand Piano. Heh.
ElanhÃn: I update sporadically. I'm so, so sorry.
Annoying Took: I brighten days! Hooray!
I'll shut up now!