I love reviewers. Honestly I do. If only I could tie my shoes I would be
the happiest girl alive. Don't mind me. I am just me.
Well ~Me.... I haven't gotten my butt in gear enough to make you really
hate me yet. I have some really weird crap planned and you are all invited
to join me. Oh I promise. I just have to get to it. You will see what I
mean. I don't know if it will happen this chapter. Don't worry it isn't sap
or anything like that it is just insanely odd. A happy oddness mind you.
Sn1ckzi: How do you pronounce your name? It baffles me. Thank you for the
nice words. If I continue leaving anymore lengthy remarks like this noone
will read them and they will miss all the important stuff when I decide to
make something important up to say. I guess I will just leave you a little
thanks. Thanks.
Aahz: I have to say you are the most couragous person I have ever met. I
don't know all that many people who would venture so far into my mind and
read every last bit of my stories. I offer you the same and encourage you
to continue writing your sap. I just hope you stick with past trends and
are there to read my thanks. Thanks.
***
**
*
""Whoa! What a kitchen!" Faramir howled enthusiastically from the other
room. I could hear him jumping up and down with boyish joy on the metal
flooring... Oh boy... a new toy...
There was a fusillade of clattering and tinkling sounding from the kitchen.
"Sauron's rump." Faramir swore, "I'll just be picking that up then." He
said with chagrine and began wistling an old elvish tune that was
supposively derived from the history of the Ents.
Gandalf smiled gently at entertaining noises, then he turned to Amaden who
was at the table, sat down with the two of us, and clasped his hands in a
buisness-like fashion.
I began for him what I already knew he was about to question, " So why
exactly is this place called the Dark Forbidden, anyway? It doesn't seem
all that threatening to me, a little strange and stark looking, but nothing
dangerous. As a matter of fact there hasn't been hide or hair of any
creature down here at all. Friend or foe. I know that you know exactly what
is going on and I demand that I be informed about what the Mordor is going
on and where I am being dragged off to."
Mithrandir put his arm on my wrist as if to warn me not to mettle with such
a murderous looking elf as Amaden but I ignored his insistent hand.
Faramir began wistling a different tune. A alien sounding tune that I had
never heard before.
Amaden's forehead scrunched under his well masked emotions but he other
wise remained stoic. He cleared his throat with a harsh barking sound and
then began to speak to us, particularly me, "As you no doubt have seen
there are any mysteries shrouding this place. It is not an evil place. In
no way. The name Dark Forbidden is but propaganda to keep the superstious
and foolish men at a distance."
"Why." I started impatiently. "Is there a point to all this? I think that I
have better things to do with my time than listen to old unimportant tales
about old molding dumps from a elf who hasn't even the courage to tell me
to my face what he wants!"
Amaden looked stricken, "How very childish, woman. No wonder he called you
woman-child. That is a undeniably fitting description."
'The Snake' I thought. How did he know. What secrets and personal agendas
does this man keep? 'Childish' I shook my shook my head in disgust. "Watch
your tongue, Magician, or I will cut it out for you." What a big mouth I
have!
"ENOUGH!" Amaden jumped out of his seat and grabbed my chin. "Do you wish
to know or don't you? Obviously the information I wished to impart on you
is not good enough, your princess-ship. Let us go. I will speak to you
wether you want me to or not. And you," He turned to Gandalf with a feral
emerald visage, "You are not to follow. There are things that need to be
dealt with between the lady Eowyn and I. You are not to interfere." Amaden
dragged me down a corridor we had not passed through as of yet with a
newfound ferocity.
Faramir's whistling halted dead in the air when he entered the room and
took in the scene. He went to pursue his old friend and her 'captor', but
Gandalf intervened. "Do not get in between them. You can only worsen the
predictament. Anyway.... I sense-," He closed his eyes as he finished
speaking, "- I sense that all is not as it seems."
Faramir shrugged his shoulders emphatically as if to say it didn't bug him
although his eyes showed fear for Eowyn's sake, "Nothing ever is as it
seems, Mithrandir." He sighed and strode around the table once, "Come now!
I just cooked all this marvelous food and no one wanted to stay and eat
it?"
the happiest girl alive. Don't mind me. I am just me.
Well ~Me.... I haven't gotten my butt in gear enough to make you really
hate me yet. I have some really weird crap planned and you are all invited
to join me. Oh I promise. I just have to get to it. You will see what I
mean. I don't know if it will happen this chapter. Don't worry it isn't sap
or anything like that it is just insanely odd. A happy oddness mind you.
Sn1ckzi: How do you pronounce your name? It baffles me. Thank you for the
nice words. If I continue leaving anymore lengthy remarks like this noone
will read them and they will miss all the important stuff when I decide to
make something important up to say. I guess I will just leave you a little
thanks. Thanks.
Aahz: I have to say you are the most couragous person I have ever met. I
don't know all that many people who would venture so far into my mind and
read every last bit of my stories. I offer you the same and encourage you
to continue writing your sap. I just hope you stick with past trends and
are there to read my thanks. Thanks.
***
**
*
""Whoa! What a kitchen!" Faramir howled enthusiastically from the other
room. I could hear him jumping up and down with boyish joy on the metal
flooring... Oh boy... a new toy...
There was a fusillade of clattering and tinkling sounding from the kitchen.
"Sauron's rump." Faramir swore, "I'll just be picking that up then." He
said with chagrine and began wistling an old elvish tune that was
supposively derived from the history of the Ents.
Gandalf smiled gently at entertaining noises, then he turned to Amaden who
was at the table, sat down with the two of us, and clasped his hands in a
buisness-like fashion.
I began for him what I already knew he was about to question, " So why
exactly is this place called the Dark Forbidden, anyway? It doesn't seem
all that threatening to me, a little strange and stark looking, but nothing
dangerous. As a matter of fact there hasn't been hide or hair of any
creature down here at all. Friend or foe. I know that you know exactly what
is going on and I demand that I be informed about what the Mordor is going
on and where I am being dragged off to."
Mithrandir put his arm on my wrist as if to warn me not to mettle with such
a murderous looking elf as Amaden but I ignored his insistent hand.
Faramir began wistling a different tune. A alien sounding tune that I had
never heard before.
Amaden's forehead scrunched under his well masked emotions but he other
wise remained stoic. He cleared his throat with a harsh barking sound and
then began to speak to us, particularly me, "As you no doubt have seen
there are any mysteries shrouding this place. It is not an evil place. In
no way. The name Dark Forbidden is but propaganda to keep the superstious
and foolish men at a distance."
"Why." I started impatiently. "Is there a point to all this? I think that I
have better things to do with my time than listen to old unimportant tales
about old molding dumps from a elf who hasn't even the courage to tell me
to my face what he wants!"
Amaden looked stricken, "How very childish, woman. No wonder he called you
woman-child. That is a undeniably fitting description."
'The Snake' I thought. How did he know. What secrets and personal agendas
does this man keep? 'Childish' I shook my shook my head in disgust. "Watch
your tongue, Magician, or I will cut it out for you." What a big mouth I
have!
"ENOUGH!" Amaden jumped out of his seat and grabbed my chin. "Do you wish
to know or don't you? Obviously the information I wished to impart on you
is not good enough, your princess-ship. Let us go. I will speak to you
wether you want me to or not. And you," He turned to Gandalf with a feral
emerald visage, "You are not to follow. There are things that need to be
dealt with between the lady Eowyn and I. You are not to interfere." Amaden
dragged me down a corridor we had not passed through as of yet with a
newfound ferocity.
Faramir's whistling halted dead in the air when he entered the room and
took in the scene. He went to pursue his old friend and her 'captor', but
Gandalf intervened. "Do not get in between them. You can only worsen the
predictament. Anyway.... I sense-," He closed his eyes as he finished
speaking, "- I sense that all is not as it seems."
Faramir shrugged his shoulders emphatically as if to say it didn't bug him
although his eyes showed fear for Eowyn's sake, "Nothing ever is as it
seems, Mithrandir." He sighed and strode around the table once, "Come now!
I just cooked all this marvelous food and no one wanted to stay and eat
it?"
