Chapter Thirteen
Disclaimer: I own zero apart from Jaena, Alcarin, Emeriel and Estriel. Oh, and Madeline the maid. Apart from that, it's all JRR Tolkien's.
"Emeriel!" said Jaena, as Emeriel sped down a corridor. "We were just starting to have some fun!" said Alcarin. Emeriel wasn't listening. In her hurry to storm off, she had made a wrong turning somewhere.
"It's down there," said Jaena, pointing right.
"No! Not this again!" said Estriel. Alcarin went to a door on their left.
"It's in here," she said, opening the door. It wouldn't budge. She tried harder and harder until it sped open and hit her on the head, knocking her flat on the floor.
"Dwabit..." sung Estriel under her breath. (A/N: Dwabit: Noun, offensive term, means dwarf crossed with hobbit.)
"Are you alright?" said Jaena, giggling, going to help her up.
"Oh, Ali, you idiot!" said Emeriel laughing as well, going to the door and opening it cautiously.
"I'm fine," said Alcarin standing up and rubbing her head furiously. "Just mildly concussed because that big wooden door hit me on the head!"
"Books," said Emeriel, looking at the contents of the room. "Lots of books," said Estriel, joining her.
"A whole library worth of books," said Jaena, pushing past them both and going into the room.
"Oh, hooray," said Alcarin sarcastically, still pouting about her head.
"No, Ali it's so cool," came Jaena's muffled voice from behind the door. "There are books and more books, and -" she stopped short as there was a soft thud and some coughing. "More books."
"Okay, here's a question," said Estriel. "Why are all the books in there and not in the library where they undoubtedly belong?"
"Because the library was full?" said Jaena.
"Because they're illegal stolen books that are being hoarded...illegally?" said Alcarin, going into the room to join Jaena. Emeriel and Estriel exchanged glances and went into the room.
They were looking through the shelves of books, when:
"Hoph-hoph-hoph-oh-lees!" yelled Jaena. The other three turned around.
"What?" said Estriel.
"The philosopher guy," Jaena said, excited. "He's here, in a book!"
"What does it say?" asked Emeriel.
"The philosopher Hoph...hoph...o-leese and then a bunch of Elvish, I recognise the word horse and Sunday...or is that war? I get confused," said Jaena and passed the book to Emeriel.
"Genarwen Syndarys Hopholeese," she read. "Nice name," said Alcarin pulling a face suggesting that it so was not.
"There's another book," said Jaena.
"Yeah, there are quite a lot of books, Jaena," said Estriel in a patronising tone.
"No, you half-wit, about Hophophophileese."
"What does he have, his own Encyclopaedia about him or something?" said Estriel.
"Unfair!" said Alcarin.
"What did he do that was so important?" asked Emeriel as she tried to translate the text.
"Stop world hunger?" said Alcarin sarcastically.
"Cure disease?" continued Jaena.
"Lord knows..." said Estriel. Jaena gathered five thick books and piled them one on top of the other in her arms, resting her chin on top of them.
"What do you say we get out of here?" said Alcarin.
"Couldn't agree more." Said Estriel.
"I ditto that," said Jaena.
They walked out, leaving Emeriel behind in the darkness. Just as they were turning to leave, there was a muffled "Hey!" from behind the door.
"Ooops," the three girls said simultaneously.
Disclaimer: I own zero apart from Jaena, Alcarin, Emeriel and Estriel. Oh, and Madeline the maid. Apart from that, it's all JRR Tolkien's.
"Emeriel!" said Jaena, as Emeriel sped down a corridor. "We were just starting to have some fun!" said Alcarin. Emeriel wasn't listening. In her hurry to storm off, she had made a wrong turning somewhere.
"It's down there," said Jaena, pointing right.
"No! Not this again!" said Estriel. Alcarin went to a door on their left.
"It's in here," she said, opening the door. It wouldn't budge. She tried harder and harder until it sped open and hit her on the head, knocking her flat on the floor.
"Dwabit..." sung Estriel under her breath. (A/N: Dwabit: Noun, offensive term, means dwarf crossed with hobbit.)
"Are you alright?" said Jaena, giggling, going to help her up.
"Oh, Ali, you idiot!" said Emeriel laughing as well, going to the door and opening it cautiously.
"I'm fine," said Alcarin standing up and rubbing her head furiously. "Just mildly concussed because that big wooden door hit me on the head!"
"Books," said Emeriel, looking at the contents of the room. "Lots of books," said Estriel, joining her.
"A whole library worth of books," said Jaena, pushing past them both and going into the room.
"Oh, hooray," said Alcarin sarcastically, still pouting about her head.
"No, Ali it's so cool," came Jaena's muffled voice from behind the door. "There are books and more books, and -" she stopped short as there was a soft thud and some coughing. "More books."
"Okay, here's a question," said Estriel. "Why are all the books in there and not in the library where they undoubtedly belong?"
"Because the library was full?" said Jaena.
"Because they're illegal stolen books that are being hoarded...illegally?" said Alcarin, going into the room to join Jaena. Emeriel and Estriel exchanged glances and went into the room.
They were looking through the shelves of books, when:
"Hoph-hoph-hoph-oh-lees!" yelled Jaena. The other three turned around.
"What?" said Estriel.
"The philosopher guy," Jaena said, excited. "He's here, in a book!"
"What does it say?" asked Emeriel.
"The philosopher Hoph...hoph...o-leese and then a bunch of Elvish, I recognise the word horse and Sunday...or is that war? I get confused," said Jaena and passed the book to Emeriel.
"Genarwen Syndarys Hopholeese," she read. "Nice name," said Alcarin pulling a face suggesting that it so was not.
"There's another book," said Jaena.
"Yeah, there are quite a lot of books, Jaena," said Estriel in a patronising tone.
"No, you half-wit, about Hophophophileese."
"What does he have, his own Encyclopaedia about him or something?" said Estriel.
"Unfair!" said Alcarin.
"What did he do that was so important?" asked Emeriel as she tried to translate the text.
"Stop world hunger?" said Alcarin sarcastically.
"Cure disease?" continued Jaena.
"Lord knows..." said Estriel. Jaena gathered five thick books and piled them one on top of the other in her arms, resting her chin on top of them.
"What do you say we get out of here?" said Alcarin.
"Couldn't agree more." Said Estriel.
"I ditto that," said Jaena.
They walked out, leaving Emeriel behind in the darkness. Just as they were turning to leave, there was a muffled "Hey!" from behind the door.
"Ooops," the three girls said simultaneously.