Chapter Ten
Disclaimer: All the characters and the places in here (apart from Alcarin, Jaena, Estriel, Emeriel and Madeline) are not mine. Boo hoo.
"We're famous!" squealed Jaena.
"Come again?" said Alcarin.
"We're famous! We're...prophe...ticiseded...you know what I mean!" "Not really..." said Emeriel.
"I found this page in the book, and it's in English..." Estriel tried to grab it off her. "Get off... Look, it says 'Four human girls will come to aid the elves and magical folk as predicted by Hoph-oph-ileese...' or someone," quoted Jaena.
"What else does it say?" asked Emeriel.
"Hmmm..." said Jaena. "Chosen ones, blah blah blah...After terrible things, blah blah blah...Will not leave until task is completed, blah bl- hang on, we won't leave until what?"
"The task is completed..." said Alcarin.
"What task? It says nothing about a task!" said Estriel hysterically. "Wait...what did you say, before that?" said Emeriel. "Uh...terrible things?" said Jaena.
"Yeah, after terrible things. The war of the ring..." said Emeriel softly.
"Weird..." said Alcarin. * Elladan and Elrohir were walking in the vast gardens that evening. They had come to tell Arwen that her father, Elrond requested her presence at Rivendell. Aragorn had wanted to go with her, yet it was decided that he was needed in Greenwood. "It is indeed strange, the business with the four humans, is it not?" remarked Elladan.
"Strange, yet intriguing. I feel as if they will do great things for this place," said Elrohir. "And, I must admit, they do not lack beauty." "I must agree, I feel that they are wise beyond their years," said Elladan. Elrohir stopped suddenly, and gestured for his brother to stop as well.
"Do you sense something?" he barely whispered.
"Yes, I also hear something," said Elladan quietly.
"I do believe it is our halfling friends."
"Merry and Pippin?" "I think so, hiding behind the bush over there," said Elrohir. "Two can play at this game. Or rather four."
They sneaked off the path, and around the bushes until they were directly behind the two hobbits. The two brothers could hear them say,
"Right, so when we pass we jump out at them and say...boo!"
"Boo? How juvenile."
"Very funny..."
Elladan put up one finger, and mouthed "One."
He put up another finger, "Two."
And a third "Three."
The elves jumped on Merry and Pippin respectively, and the two poor hobbits nearly jumped out of their skins. When they had stopped screaming, and turned around to realise what had happened, they began to breathe (fairly) normally once more.
"That's just...cruel...that is," said Pippin breathlessly. * "So, let's get this straight," said Jaena. "Somehow Tolkien knew that Middle Earth existed, and knew the people in it."
"And we come in to all of this where?" asked Alcarin. "Who was that Hoph-oph-oph-oleese guy?" asked Estriel.
"I don't know, it just says, 'as predicted by Hophophilise', don't ask me who he was," said Jaena.
"Try looking for him in another book, maybe?" suggested Alcarin.
So they began their search. They looked through book after book after book, placing each one back in its correct place. They had almost looked through half of the books when there was a knock on the door.
Disclaimer: All the characters and the places in here (apart from Alcarin, Jaena, Estriel, Emeriel and Madeline) are not mine. Boo hoo.
"We're famous!" squealed Jaena.
"Come again?" said Alcarin.
"We're famous! We're...prophe...ticiseded...you know what I mean!" "Not really..." said Emeriel.
"I found this page in the book, and it's in English..." Estriel tried to grab it off her. "Get off... Look, it says 'Four human girls will come to aid the elves and magical folk as predicted by Hoph-oph-ileese...' or someone," quoted Jaena.
"What else does it say?" asked Emeriel.
"Hmmm..." said Jaena. "Chosen ones, blah blah blah...After terrible things, blah blah blah...Will not leave until task is completed, blah bl- hang on, we won't leave until what?"
"The task is completed..." said Alcarin.
"What task? It says nothing about a task!" said Estriel hysterically. "Wait...what did you say, before that?" said Emeriel. "Uh...terrible things?" said Jaena.
"Yeah, after terrible things. The war of the ring..." said Emeriel softly.
"Weird..." said Alcarin. * Elladan and Elrohir were walking in the vast gardens that evening. They had come to tell Arwen that her father, Elrond requested her presence at Rivendell. Aragorn had wanted to go with her, yet it was decided that he was needed in Greenwood. "It is indeed strange, the business with the four humans, is it not?" remarked Elladan.
"Strange, yet intriguing. I feel as if they will do great things for this place," said Elrohir. "And, I must admit, they do not lack beauty." "I must agree, I feel that they are wise beyond their years," said Elladan. Elrohir stopped suddenly, and gestured for his brother to stop as well.
"Do you sense something?" he barely whispered.
"Yes, I also hear something," said Elladan quietly.
"I do believe it is our halfling friends."
"Merry and Pippin?" "I think so, hiding behind the bush over there," said Elrohir. "Two can play at this game. Or rather four."
They sneaked off the path, and around the bushes until they were directly behind the two hobbits. The two brothers could hear them say,
"Right, so when we pass we jump out at them and say...boo!"
"Boo? How juvenile."
"Very funny..."
Elladan put up one finger, and mouthed "One."
He put up another finger, "Two."
And a third "Three."
The elves jumped on Merry and Pippin respectively, and the two poor hobbits nearly jumped out of their skins. When they had stopped screaming, and turned around to realise what had happened, they began to breathe (fairly) normally once more.
"That's just...cruel...that is," said Pippin breathlessly. * "So, let's get this straight," said Jaena. "Somehow Tolkien knew that Middle Earth existed, and knew the people in it."
"And we come in to all of this where?" asked Alcarin. "Who was that Hoph-oph-oph-oleese guy?" asked Estriel.
"I don't know, it just says, 'as predicted by Hophophilise', don't ask me who he was," said Jaena.
"Try looking for him in another book, maybe?" suggested Alcarin.
So they began their search. They looked through book after book after book, placing each one back in its correct place. They had almost looked through half of the books when there was a knock on the door.