CHAPTER TEN
MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, WHICH IS THE MOST DISTURBING POSSIBLE FUTUTRE OF THEM ALL?
"La, la, la, la, la, la." a quire of elvish voices sang a Lament to Goondolt as the Fools bedded down for the night.
"It is a Lament to Goondolt." Leggy announced to the group upon hearing the song.
"What they say about him?" Dork asked.
"I have not the heart to tell you, because for me the grief is still too near." Leggy told him.
"Where is it?" Peepin asked looking around.
"That's not what I meant, you fool of a Fool." Leggy replied.
"Why does everyone call me fool?" Peepin asked, whining.
"Beats me." Dork said, sarcastically.
Arrogant noticed Boredom sitting by himself and decided to go over to him and see what was the matter.
"Why don't you take some rest, these boarders are well protected." Arrogant told him.
"Like any of your judgments have been correct. I will find no rest, here. I heard her voice inside my head, that makes yet another voice in my head, dang." Boredom replied, "She said, 'Even now, there is hope left', but I do not see it. It has been long since we had any hope."
Arrogant sat down next to him to hear what he has to say.
"My father is an abusive, deranged, and at the same time, noble man, but his rule is failing, and our people lose faith." Boredom told him, "He looks to me to fix his messes, and I would do it. I would see the glory of Condor, and my father: Detour, Son of Intersection, restored."
"Detour, Son of Intersection?" Arrogant asked.
"Have you ever seen it, Arrogant?" Boredom asked, "The White tower of Ekhart, glimmering like a good piece of SFX. Its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of your father yelling: "Get your ass in here, boy, or I'll slap you silly."
"I have seen Condor, long ago." Arrogant replied.
"One day, our paths will lead us there." Boredon said, "And the tower guard will take up the call, 'that the lords of Condor have returned'."
Arrogant nodded in response, but didn't say anything.
Later, as Fiona slept, GlandGal went to her and called out with her mind.
"Come, Fiona. I must have a word with you."
"Not now, mother. Just a few more minutes and I'll go to school." Fiona replied, not waking up.
"It is not your mother speaking, Fiona, but I, GlandGal, summons you."
"Summon me later." Fiona said, still sleeping.
"Wake up, you simpleton!" GlandGal yelled.
"Okay! Okay! I'm up." Fiona said, with a start.
GlandGal motioned for her to follow her. She led Fiona down to a little hollow.
"Will you look into the mirror?" GlandGal asked, her after collecting water from a nearby steam in a pale.
"What mirror?" Fiona asked.
"That mirror." GlandGal said, point to what looked like a birdbath.
"That's a birdbath." Fiona told her.
"No, it is a magic mirror."
"It must an inconvenience to have to look into to it."
"It shows many things other than your reflection. It show things that were, things that are, and some things, that have not yet come to pass." GlandGal declared.
"Okay, but why can't it be an ordinary looking mirror?" Fiona asked.
"Does it look like I wrote this story?" GlandGal asked.
"No." Fiona replied.
GlandGal poured the water into the mirror/birdbath, and gestured for Fiona I look into it.
Fiona walked up to it and found she was too short to look into it.
"Can I get a stool or something?" Fiona asked.
"No, just stand on your tippytoes." GlandGal answered.
Fiona sighed and tried again to look into the mirror. This time, she was successful, barely.
Nothing happened for minutes.
"Well, I thought that I was going to see?" Fiona asked, impatiently.
"For Pete' sake." GlandGal said, "Jackson, your prop isn't working!"
"Sorry." Their director called back, "I'll get it working again in no time."
The mirror/birdbath started working, suddenly.
The dates, "1977, 1978, and 1980." Appeared.
Fiona glanced up to at GlandGal for an explanation, but she gestured for Fiona to look back into the mirror/birdbath.
Three really bad cartoon adaptions of Tolkien's works flashed across her vision.
Then, the date, "2005", appeared.
It was a stage musical of "The Lord of the Ring"!
"Oh, its horrible!" Fiona cried.
The nostril of Dodgeson appeared.
"Oh, that's where you've been! Come here my pretty!" it said, and began breatheing in, trying to suck Fiona into the mirror/birdbath.
Fiona pulled herself away.
"I know what it is you saw." GlandGal told her, "Fore it is also in my mind. The stage musical is what will come to pass if Howard Shore gets his way and a musical based around the soundtrack he made for "The Lord of the Rings" movies is made. And the cartoons are proof of what happens when you give the filmrights to a classical piece of literature to Rankin and Bass, and to the guy who made, "Fritz the Cat".
"What does this have to do with anything?" Fiona asked.
"It has nothing to with the current situation, but makes one glad that we won't be around to see these things come to pass." GlandGal replied.
"Now, I must tell you this." GlandGal said, "The Fellowship of Fools is breaking, it has already began. He will try to take the Embryo, you know of whom I speak. One by one, it will scramble them all."
"I cannot do this alone." Fiona said.
"Tough." GlandGal said.
"Could you take it?" Fiona asked.
"No!" GlandGal said, "You should really get out of the habit of trying to give it to people, someday, someone will forcefully take you up on that offer."
"Then, I know what I must do. Its just, I am afraid to do it." Fiona said.
"Even the smallest person can change the course of the future, like movie-audiences haven't heard that a million times." GlandGal said.
TO BE CONTINUED.
NEXT CHAPTER: GIFTS TO THE FOOLS!
He He
MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, WHICH IS THE MOST DISTURBING POSSIBLE FUTUTRE OF THEM ALL?
"La, la, la, la, la, la." a quire of elvish voices sang a Lament to Goondolt as the Fools bedded down for the night.
"It is a Lament to Goondolt." Leggy announced to the group upon hearing the song.
"What they say about him?" Dork asked.
"I have not the heart to tell you, because for me the grief is still too near." Leggy told him.
"Where is it?" Peepin asked looking around.
"That's not what I meant, you fool of a Fool." Leggy replied.
"Why does everyone call me fool?" Peepin asked, whining.
"Beats me." Dork said, sarcastically.
Arrogant noticed Boredom sitting by himself and decided to go over to him and see what was the matter.
"Why don't you take some rest, these boarders are well protected." Arrogant told him.
"Like any of your judgments have been correct. I will find no rest, here. I heard her voice inside my head, that makes yet another voice in my head, dang." Boredom replied, "She said, 'Even now, there is hope left', but I do not see it. It has been long since we had any hope."
Arrogant sat down next to him to hear what he has to say.
"My father is an abusive, deranged, and at the same time, noble man, but his rule is failing, and our people lose faith." Boredom told him, "He looks to me to fix his messes, and I would do it. I would see the glory of Condor, and my father: Detour, Son of Intersection, restored."
"Detour, Son of Intersection?" Arrogant asked.
"Have you ever seen it, Arrogant?" Boredom asked, "The White tower of Ekhart, glimmering like a good piece of SFX. Its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of your father yelling: "Get your ass in here, boy, or I'll slap you silly."
"I have seen Condor, long ago." Arrogant replied.
"One day, our paths will lead us there." Boredon said, "And the tower guard will take up the call, 'that the lords of Condor have returned'."
Arrogant nodded in response, but didn't say anything.
Later, as Fiona slept, GlandGal went to her and called out with her mind.
"Come, Fiona. I must have a word with you."
"Not now, mother. Just a few more minutes and I'll go to school." Fiona replied, not waking up.
"It is not your mother speaking, Fiona, but I, GlandGal, summons you."
"Summon me later." Fiona said, still sleeping.
"Wake up, you simpleton!" GlandGal yelled.
"Okay! Okay! I'm up." Fiona said, with a start.
GlandGal motioned for her to follow her. She led Fiona down to a little hollow.
"Will you look into the mirror?" GlandGal asked, her after collecting water from a nearby steam in a pale.
"What mirror?" Fiona asked.
"That mirror." GlandGal said, point to what looked like a birdbath.
"That's a birdbath." Fiona told her.
"No, it is a magic mirror."
"It must an inconvenience to have to look into to it."
"It shows many things other than your reflection. It show things that were, things that are, and some things, that have not yet come to pass." GlandGal declared.
"Okay, but why can't it be an ordinary looking mirror?" Fiona asked.
"Does it look like I wrote this story?" GlandGal asked.
"No." Fiona replied.
GlandGal poured the water into the mirror/birdbath, and gestured for Fiona I look into it.
Fiona walked up to it and found she was too short to look into it.
"Can I get a stool or something?" Fiona asked.
"No, just stand on your tippytoes." GlandGal answered.
Fiona sighed and tried again to look into the mirror. This time, she was successful, barely.
Nothing happened for minutes.
"Well, I thought that I was going to see?" Fiona asked, impatiently.
"For Pete' sake." GlandGal said, "Jackson, your prop isn't working!"
"Sorry." Their director called back, "I'll get it working again in no time."
The mirror/birdbath started working, suddenly.
The dates, "1977, 1978, and 1980." Appeared.
Fiona glanced up to at GlandGal for an explanation, but she gestured for Fiona to look back into the mirror/birdbath.
Three really bad cartoon adaptions of Tolkien's works flashed across her vision.
Then, the date, "2005", appeared.
It was a stage musical of "The Lord of the Ring"!
"Oh, its horrible!" Fiona cried.
The nostril of Dodgeson appeared.
"Oh, that's where you've been! Come here my pretty!" it said, and began breatheing in, trying to suck Fiona into the mirror/birdbath.
Fiona pulled herself away.
"I know what it is you saw." GlandGal told her, "Fore it is also in my mind. The stage musical is what will come to pass if Howard Shore gets his way and a musical based around the soundtrack he made for "The Lord of the Rings" movies is made. And the cartoons are proof of what happens when you give the filmrights to a classical piece of literature to Rankin and Bass, and to the guy who made, "Fritz the Cat".
"What does this have to do with anything?" Fiona asked.
"It has nothing to with the current situation, but makes one glad that we won't be around to see these things come to pass." GlandGal replied.
"Now, I must tell you this." GlandGal said, "The Fellowship of Fools is breaking, it has already began. He will try to take the Embryo, you know of whom I speak. One by one, it will scramble them all."
"I cannot do this alone." Fiona said.
"Tough." GlandGal said.
"Could you take it?" Fiona asked.
"No!" GlandGal said, "You should really get out of the habit of trying to give it to people, someday, someone will forcefully take you up on that offer."
"Then, I know what I must do. Its just, I am afraid to do it." Fiona said.
"Even the smallest person can change the course of the future, like movie-audiences haven't heard that a million times." GlandGal said.
TO BE CONTINUED.
NEXT CHAPTER: GIFTS TO THE FOOLS!
He He
