Chapter Six

The Council of Exposition

"Where am I?" Fiona asked, when she regained consciousness.

"You are in the House of Mr. Weatherbee, and it is 12:00 P.M., in the afternoon, for the very few who care. Thankfully, you were brought in when you were, a few more hours, and you would have been beyond our aid, but you had some strength in you. My dear Hobbiraptor." A very familiar voice said.

This brought Fiona to whole consciousness, rolled over to look at Goondolt, who sitting in a chair, smoking his crack, as usual.

"This is hospital bed, isn't it?" Fiona asked.

"Why, yes, it is. Why?" Goondolt replied.

"You're smoking next to a hospital-bed. What is wrong with you?" Fiona asked.

"How about this, I'm a Istari and I can do whatever I want!" Goondolt retorted.

"Why didn't you meet us?" Fiona asked.

"Oh, I am sorry Fiona, I was relayed." Goondolt said, "Sorehead, the wizard who was the head of the order of wizards, has betrayed us. He grounded me, and made me think about my options on the roof of his tower.

"Thankfully, I was able to contact Bigbird and he was able to come rescue me."

"Mrs. Fiona!" Stan cried as he reentered the room, "Bless you, you're awake!"

He ran over to Fiona and grabbed her hand.

"Stan had hardly left your side." Goondolt said, smiling warmly.

"We were worries about you." Stan added, "Weren't Mrs.er, Mr. Goondolt."

"Yes, and thanks to the skills of Principle Weatherbee, you're beginning to mend." Goondolt said, turning to a fat, bald man in a blue business suit, who had just entered the room.

"Welcome to RiverDale, Mistress Bagginse." Mr. Weatherbee said to her, beaming.

Fiona was feeling better a few hours later and decided to have a little walk. She looked from the balcony of her saw RiverDale, the hidden city of the Elves.

She and Stan were walking along one of its streets, when they were reunited with Dork and Peepin. They embraced each other.

"Look was else is here." Stan said, pointing.

Fiona looked in the direction he was pointing and saw someone that she never thought she'd see again.

"Aunt Red!" she cried, as she ran up to her beloved, and weird aunt.

"Fiona, my lass." Raptor Red replied, getting up to greet her beloved, and kinda-dumb niece.

"What have been doing lately?" Fiona asked.

"Well, I finished my book: "Going All the Way, Regretting It, A Hobbiraptor's Tale".

"Mistress Fiona." A voice from behind called.

"Yeah." Fiona said, turning to face whoever it was.

"I am Glorhindle. The Council of Exposition awaits you." He declared.

Later, at the council:

"Is everyone seated?" Mr. Weatherbee asked.

"Yes." Everyone answered, for the hundredth time.

"Good. Ehem. Strangers from distant lands, and some people I sort of know. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Biosyn. Fanfiction-Earth stands upon the brink of being rewritten, none can escape it. You will unite, or you will fold. Each fiction is bound to this fate, this one doom. Fiona, bring fourth the Embryo, please." Mr. Weatherbee said, pointing to the table at the center of the meeting place.

Fiona walked to the table and put the Embryo on it. Then, returned to her spot, next to Goondolt.

"So, it is true." Boredom said, "Oh, it is a gift."

"It is a gift, to the business-rivals of Biosyn, why not use this Embryo?" Boredom asked, standing up, "Long has my deranged father, the Stewart of Condor, kept the forces of Biosyn at bay. By the sweat of our people, are you companies kept from hostile-takeover. Give Condor the ultimate merchandise. Let's use it against him."

"You cannot produce it, none of can." Stinker said, "The One Embryo answers to Dodgeson alone, the copyrights belong to none-other."

"And what, would you know of this matter?' Boredom asked.

Leggy Brownleaf, stood up and answered that question: "But, this is no mere ranger, he is Arrogant, Son of Self-Assured, of the Foxworthy family. You own him your loyalty."

Boredon looked at Arrogant in new way.

"Arrogant?" he said, "This is Isisdor's heir?"

"Heir to the throne of Condor." Leggy put in.

"Blah, blah, blah (Sit down), Leggy." Arrogant said.

"Condor has no king, Condor needs no king." Boredom said, going back to his seat. He glared at Arrogant.

"Arrogant is right, we cannot use it." Goondolt said.

"You have only one choice, the Embryo must be broiled." Mr. Weatherbee added.

"Then, what we waiting for?" Grisly the dwarf, asked. He grabbed his ax, and raised it high in the air, and brought it down on the Embryo. The ax shattered, and Grisly was knocked back.

"The One cannot be destroyed by any craft that we, here, possess, Grisly, Son of Grimly." Mr. Weather said, "It was made in the fires of Mount Obscure-actor, only their can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Biosyn, and cast back into the stove from whence it came. One of you must do it."

The council sat in silence for a long moment.

"One does not simply walk into Biosyn." Boredom said, "Its electrified fences are guarded by much more than just security cameras, there is evil there that does not need to recharge, and the great nose, is ever-sniffing. It is a baron wasteland, riddled with beer, cigarettes, and steroids. The very air you breathe is a toxic fume. Not with 1,000,000 warriors could you do this, it is folly."

"Have you heard nothing Lord Weatherbee has said? The Embryo must be boiled." Leggy shouted.

"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" Grisly said.

"Yes, but what if we fail? What happens when Dodgeson takes back what is his?" Boredom asked.

"I will be dead before I see the Embryo in the hands of an Elf!" Grisly declared.

Next thing you know: Dante's Peak. The council went into the typical, "Its by your doing that the Silmarils were lost", argument.

Fiona sat there watching the Embryo work its evil magic on the council. Until, she could take no more of it.

"I will take it." She declared, walking towards the Embryo, "I will take it."

This time she caught attention of the council.

"I will take the Embryo to Biosyn. Although, I do not know where it is." She added.

"I will help boil it, Fiona Bagginse. As long as it your's to boil." Goondolt said.

Arrogant stood up and announced, "If by my life or death (preferably life), can I support you, I will."

He walked up to Fiona and kneeled in front of her to see eye to eye, then added: "You have my sword."

"And you have my bow." Leggy announced.

"And my ax." Grisly added.

Leggy and Grisly stood as far from each other as possible.

"You carry the fate of us all, little you." Boredom said, "If this is indeed the fool of the council, then Condor will see it done."

"Here!" a voice called, Stan's.

He came running out stood by Fiona's side, "Fiona isn't going anywhere without me."

"Nor does it seem possible to separate you two, even when she is summoned to a secret council and you can't behave yourself." Mr. Weatherbee said.

Dork and Peepin saw there chance, "Hey! We're coming too. You'll have to send us home in cages to stop us." Dork announced.

"And anyway, you'll need people of intelligence on this quest." Peepin put in.

"And where do you fit in to that destription?" Dork asked.

"Nine stereo-typical heroes." Mr. Weatherbee said, "Very well, you are 'The Fellowship of Fools'."

"Right." Peepin said, "So, when do we eat?"

To Be Continued.