Does anyone agree that the song 'Sad but True' by Metallica describes
Gollum/Smeagol perfectly?
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Special Thanks to Novaeariel for a slight bit of co-authoring and coaching and idea granting and beta reading and musing and calling me and forcing me to write and that's a run on sentence, I'm sure!
Special Thanks to Morchaint for being my Beta! Everyone say nice things now!
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Whip Cream and Monty Python for all who reviewed! (Well, not really...)
Ellen the Trickstar: First, thanks for the constant stream of reviews! Make me feel special. Hey! SO what if I don't use it? I like it where it is, thank you very much :p I'm glad you don't have any use for it...that axe looks sharp...o_o;
Red and Gold ^_^ Fabulous, just fabulous! Have you considered a career in fashion?
VladimirsAngel: Also, thanks for your continuous flow of reviews! Perhaps I'll loan him to you when he is not in use, I sort of need him right now. FYI, Kurt is cool, Remy is better!
Empress Trishette: Yes, sugar high is good. Orange Slice, Ice Cream, Chocolate, and Hot Chocolate...*trails on for a good ten minuets, before snapping back to reality* sorry... DO you really think so? I'm touched that you like it! ^_^
sum1: Glad you like it ^_^ I'll see what I can do to please you! And it wasn't an e-mail...O_o
Morchaint: Thank you soooooooo much for the information! My O's cannot represent my gratitude! I'll see what I can do about inserting them into my next chapter! And thanks for the Beta-ing!!!
Current # of Reviews: 19 Current Goal: 30 1/5
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It turns out the weird thing I explained in my last chapter was actually an advertisement for a movie that seems to appear after a while if you leave a Yahoo! Window open. Now I feel like the stupid git I am...
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"That was bloody brilliant Fiora!" exclaimed Adalea, as she sat down on Fiora's bed, grinning insanely.
"Yes, it was," Sefera giggled in agreement, "Arantha and Grima in detention in one day!"
"Although Arantha only got two days," muttered Fiora darkly," damn those teacher's pets anyway!"
"Oh really Fiora, it's no big deal," Adalea frowned at her friend, "I mean, look at the greater good...actually, evil. Two dwarves dressed in molasses and feathers, Haldir has his own room rather than with those hobbits, and Legolas is Grima free!"
Fiora rolled her eyes, "You realize if Elrond catches us, we're in detention for at least a month?"
"You'll get two months," taunted Sefera, "It was your idea."
Fiora stuck out her tongue in reply as she sat down across from Adalea, and tore her black shroud off. "Damn those things get hot!" she complained, wrapping it loosely around her shoulders.
Adalea frowned at her friend for a moment. "Why didn't you tell me that Legolas was among those traveling to the school today?"
"Hmmm...Huh? He was traveling with them?" she repeated, with an air of innocence.
Adalea snorted irritably, "The boys will be on their way over soon, better put some clothes on, Fiora."
The other elf sat there for a moment, before nodding her head. "Yes, I'd rather they didn't see me like this. Something about a group of men seeing me only in my under garments does not sound appealing."
The elf stalked over to her dresser, yanked open a drawer, and took out a black dress.
Sefera frowned, "Do you have nothing else?"
"What do you mean?" Fiora inquired, as Sefera strode over to the dresser.
"You Always wear black!" the human complained, trying to look into the dresser, "don't you have any green or brown?"
"I'm an elf! Of course I have green and brown!"
"Then why do you always wear black?"
"I look better in black!"
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do"
"No, you don't"
"Yes, I do"...
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Aragorn made his way down the hall, followed by the three new Lothlórien elves that were seeking their friend, Fiora.
"How much trouble has she gotten into thus far?" inquired Haldir, "or has she yet to be caught?"
"Elrond does not even suspect her," Aragorn replied with a grin. "Although she has pulled off a number of pranks."
"She was behind the chicken one, am I correct?" asked Rúmil.
"Aye, she and her two friends, Adalea and Sefera, along with a man from Rohan, named Éomer, if I am not mistaken."
"A group of pranksters? Valar help us," murmured Rúmil, shaking his head.
"The thought is rather terrifying," agreed Orophin.
"It's worse than you think," replied Aragorn, "but as Fiora happens to be the schools primary source of wine and ale, one could not complain. Plus the fact that the girl's little stunt of blowing apart a classroom seems to have postponed classes for the time being."
The other three elves snickered. "This would be Prince Legolas's room, if I am not mistaken" interjected Haldir, knocking on the door. The elf in questioned answered.
"Were going to meet Adalea and her friends," explained Aragorn, "would you care to join us?"
"I will be with you in half a moment," replied the elf, disappearing back into his room. When he re-appeared, he had a long knife sheaved and attacked to his back. "For protection, the lady Warglet did not attack me today when she attacked the dwarves, and I fear she may do so now."
Aragorn raised an eyebrow, but did not say anything, and continued leading the elves down towards the girls dormitories.
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Arantha muttered foul curses to herself as she marched down the hall, heading straight for the room of a certain elf she was certain had framed her. "Miserable red haired blot of the elven race," she muttered, "getting me in trouble for her own stupid pranks, miserable excuse for a living creature."
The human stopped halfway down the hall, frowning. What exactly did she mean to do? A grin crossed her face. "I'll show her exactly why you don't mess with ladies from Gondor," she murmured, continuing her march, "break her delicate elven face, and show Aragorn who the real woman is."
She continued ranting to herself in anger, going over in her mind the looks she had thought she'd seen the future king of Gondor give the elf. An elf! Not only was she an elf, but she had red hair, making her an abnormality among her abnormal kind!
"Aragorn should be with me," she muttered to herself at last. That was her justification for attacking the elf, along with the two days of detention. She had every right to beat the Valar out of her, didn't she?
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..."No, you don't."
"Yes, I do"
"No, you don't"
"Yes, I do"
Adalea sighed irritability at her two friends, as the argument continued. "I'm stuck in a room with two seven-year-olds," she muttered, "By Iluvatar, just try my dress on!" she growled, starting to take off her own green one, "we'll compare, and see what color looks best on you."
"Oh, wonderful," Fiora muttered, "perhaps we should see which hair style I look best in as well."
"Oh, stop complaining and put the dress on!" snapped the blonde elf. Fiora, grumbling something under her breath, complied.
There was a pause after the dress was completely on, and the other two girls scrutinized her. Finally, Adalea announced that her current shift would not work, and promptly made Fiora take off the dress and put on hers.
This was repeated a number of times until Fiora had tried on every dress within the room, and some of the dresses and shifts both Adalea and Sefera had brought from their rooms.
Finally, a very irritated Fiora shoved away the dress Sefera was trying to force on her. "That's enough!" she growled, "I've had enough! I'm going to wear Black, Valar help me, and you are going to stop trying to change that!"
"Aww, come on Fio, we were just starting to have fun," whined Sefera.
"I am not a doll!"
"No, dolls don't complain," snapped Adalea, who had to dodge a balled up shift thrown her way.
It was just then that the door creaked open, behind it, five very startled males. They gaped at the three girls, who were rather lacking in clothing, and the girls, settling in a temporary state of shock, gaped back.
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Grima sat sulking in his room, pale and distressed, with nothing but the fast fading sunlight to keep him company.
Why had she done this to him? He stared down at the note, which read
"After the new arrivals arrive, meet me outside Elrond's office. He'll be busy so it shall be the perfect opportunity to 'get to know' each other." It was signed: Adalea.
He had met her, as the note requested, and she had claimed he had attacked her, something he had not done.
As he played the days events over in his mind, he recalled the first day he had met this Elven beauty. The second week of school, he had watched her argue with another elf, this one with red hair, in the hallways whilst a large crowd pushed past to an assembly meeting in the gymnasium. He had taken the opportunity to take a nice feel. Eru, her butt had felt nice, so soft, and yet so firm.
He stared out his window, running her body over his mind, growing hard at his own fantasies. He started to reach down, but then realized there was someone outside his window, a little ways off.
"Eowyn!" hissed the pale human, as he jumped up and ran out of his room to stalk his shield maiden.
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Aragorn leaned against the wall, eyes closed, looking rather pale.
"I can't believe I just did that," he hissed to himself, but promptly silenced himself as he caught sight of Arantha rounding the corner. She was marching along, looking ready to kill, but the mood disappeared as she realized her future king stood there.
"Good evening, Master Aragorn, how are you doing this fine day?" she asked gallantly, with a curtsey.
"Quite horrible, actually Lady Arantha." He replied with a swift bow, "Have you, per chance, seen the ladies Adalea, Sefera, or Fiora about?"
"No, I have not." She frowned at him, wondering why he looked so nervous.
"Good," he started, looking rather relieved, "For it would seem the three may be trying to-" he was cut off as an arrow shot past Arantha and buried itself in the wall between his two legs. Aragorn paled a bit more, muttered something about his sword, and took off running.
Half a moment later, someone dressed from head to foot in black raced past, armed with a bow and a quiver full of arrows.
"I think I'll go lay down," Arantha mused to herself, shaking her head.
It was not even an hour later when a loud shriek shook the foundation of the boarding school, as a black haired human raced down the halls towards Elrond's office, wearing a white night gown, with small squishy leeches.
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Wo-hoo! 6 ½ pages! ^_^
Novaeariel is working on a prequel to this fiction; about the adventures Adalea and Legolas share before sent here. Read it and review it, so she'll continue, and make sure to give her loooooong reviews, so she stops complaining. Loud Gabi. :p
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1206964
ANYWAY, See the button at the bottom of the page? It says 'Review'? CLICK IT! PLEASE?
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Special Thanks to Novaeariel for a slight bit of co-authoring and coaching and idea granting and beta reading and musing and calling me and forcing me to write and that's a run on sentence, I'm sure!
Special Thanks to Morchaint for being my Beta! Everyone say nice things now!
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Whip Cream and Monty Python for all who reviewed! (Well, not really...)
Ellen the Trickstar: First, thanks for the constant stream of reviews! Make me feel special. Hey! SO what if I don't use it? I like it where it is, thank you very much :p I'm glad you don't have any use for it...that axe looks sharp...o_o;
Red and Gold ^_^ Fabulous, just fabulous! Have you considered a career in fashion?
VladimirsAngel: Also, thanks for your continuous flow of reviews! Perhaps I'll loan him to you when he is not in use, I sort of need him right now. FYI, Kurt is cool, Remy is better!
Empress Trishette: Yes, sugar high is good. Orange Slice, Ice Cream, Chocolate, and Hot Chocolate...*trails on for a good ten minuets, before snapping back to reality* sorry... DO you really think so? I'm touched that you like it! ^_^
sum1: Glad you like it ^_^ I'll see what I can do to please you! And it wasn't an e-mail...O_o
Morchaint: Thank you soooooooo much for the information! My O's cannot represent my gratitude! I'll see what I can do about inserting them into my next chapter! And thanks for the Beta-ing!!!
Current # of Reviews: 19 Current Goal: 30 1/5
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It turns out the weird thing I explained in my last chapter was actually an advertisement for a movie that seems to appear after a while if you leave a Yahoo! Window open. Now I feel like the stupid git I am...
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"That was bloody brilliant Fiora!" exclaimed Adalea, as she sat down on Fiora's bed, grinning insanely.
"Yes, it was," Sefera giggled in agreement, "Arantha and Grima in detention in one day!"
"Although Arantha only got two days," muttered Fiora darkly," damn those teacher's pets anyway!"
"Oh really Fiora, it's no big deal," Adalea frowned at her friend, "I mean, look at the greater good...actually, evil. Two dwarves dressed in molasses and feathers, Haldir has his own room rather than with those hobbits, and Legolas is Grima free!"
Fiora rolled her eyes, "You realize if Elrond catches us, we're in detention for at least a month?"
"You'll get two months," taunted Sefera, "It was your idea."
Fiora stuck out her tongue in reply as she sat down across from Adalea, and tore her black shroud off. "Damn those things get hot!" she complained, wrapping it loosely around her shoulders.
Adalea frowned at her friend for a moment. "Why didn't you tell me that Legolas was among those traveling to the school today?"
"Hmmm...Huh? He was traveling with them?" she repeated, with an air of innocence.
Adalea snorted irritably, "The boys will be on their way over soon, better put some clothes on, Fiora."
The other elf sat there for a moment, before nodding her head. "Yes, I'd rather they didn't see me like this. Something about a group of men seeing me only in my under garments does not sound appealing."
The elf stalked over to her dresser, yanked open a drawer, and took out a black dress.
Sefera frowned, "Do you have nothing else?"
"What do you mean?" Fiora inquired, as Sefera strode over to the dresser.
"You Always wear black!" the human complained, trying to look into the dresser, "don't you have any green or brown?"
"I'm an elf! Of course I have green and brown!"
"Then why do you always wear black?"
"I look better in black!"
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do"
"No, you don't"
"Yes, I do"...
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Aragorn made his way down the hall, followed by the three new Lothlórien elves that were seeking their friend, Fiora.
"How much trouble has she gotten into thus far?" inquired Haldir, "or has she yet to be caught?"
"Elrond does not even suspect her," Aragorn replied with a grin. "Although she has pulled off a number of pranks."
"She was behind the chicken one, am I correct?" asked Rúmil.
"Aye, she and her two friends, Adalea and Sefera, along with a man from Rohan, named Éomer, if I am not mistaken."
"A group of pranksters? Valar help us," murmured Rúmil, shaking his head.
"The thought is rather terrifying," agreed Orophin.
"It's worse than you think," replied Aragorn, "but as Fiora happens to be the schools primary source of wine and ale, one could not complain. Plus the fact that the girl's little stunt of blowing apart a classroom seems to have postponed classes for the time being."
The other three elves snickered. "This would be Prince Legolas's room, if I am not mistaken" interjected Haldir, knocking on the door. The elf in questioned answered.
"Were going to meet Adalea and her friends," explained Aragorn, "would you care to join us?"
"I will be with you in half a moment," replied the elf, disappearing back into his room. When he re-appeared, he had a long knife sheaved and attacked to his back. "For protection, the lady Warglet did not attack me today when she attacked the dwarves, and I fear she may do so now."
Aragorn raised an eyebrow, but did not say anything, and continued leading the elves down towards the girls dormitories.
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Arantha muttered foul curses to herself as she marched down the hall, heading straight for the room of a certain elf she was certain had framed her. "Miserable red haired blot of the elven race," she muttered, "getting me in trouble for her own stupid pranks, miserable excuse for a living creature."
The human stopped halfway down the hall, frowning. What exactly did she mean to do? A grin crossed her face. "I'll show her exactly why you don't mess with ladies from Gondor," she murmured, continuing her march, "break her delicate elven face, and show Aragorn who the real woman is."
She continued ranting to herself in anger, going over in her mind the looks she had thought she'd seen the future king of Gondor give the elf. An elf! Not only was she an elf, but she had red hair, making her an abnormality among her abnormal kind!
"Aragorn should be with me," she muttered to herself at last. That was her justification for attacking the elf, along with the two days of detention. She had every right to beat the Valar out of her, didn't she?
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..."No, you don't."
"Yes, I do"
"No, you don't"
"Yes, I do"
Adalea sighed irritability at her two friends, as the argument continued. "I'm stuck in a room with two seven-year-olds," she muttered, "By Iluvatar, just try my dress on!" she growled, starting to take off her own green one, "we'll compare, and see what color looks best on you."
"Oh, wonderful," Fiora muttered, "perhaps we should see which hair style I look best in as well."
"Oh, stop complaining and put the dress on!" snapped the blonde elf. Fiora, grumbling something under her breath, complied.
There was a pause after the dress was completely on, and the other two girls scrutinized her. Finally, Adalea announced that her current shift would not work, and promptly made Fiora take off the dress and put on hers.
This was repeated a number of times until Fiora had tried on every dress within the room, and some of the dresses and shifts both Adalea and Sefera had brought from their rooms.
Finally, a very irritated Fiora shoved away the dress Sefera was trying to force on her. "That's enough!" she growled, "I've had enough! I'm going to wear Black, Valar help me, and you are going to stop trying to change that!"
"Aww, come on Fio, we were just starting to have fun," whined Sefera.
"I am not a doll!"
"No, dolls don't complain," snapped Adalea, who had to dodge a balled up shift thrown her way.
It was just then that the door creaked open, behind it, five very startled males. They gaped at the three girls, who were rather lacking in clothing, and the girls, settling in a temporary state of shock, gaped back.
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Grima sat sulking in his room, pale and distressed, with nothing but the fast fading sunlight to keep him company.
Why had she done this to him? He stared down at the note, which read
"After the new arrivals arrive, meet me outside Elrond's office. He'll be busy so it shall be the perfect opportunity to 'get to know' each other." It was signed: Adalea.
He had met her, as the note requested, and she had claimed he had attacked her, something he had not done.
As he played the days events over in his mind, he recalled the first day he had met this Elven beauty. The second week of school, he had watched her argue with another elf, this one with red hair, in the hallways whilst a large crowd pushed past to an assembly meeting in the gymnasium. He had taken the opportunity to take a nice feel. Eru, her butt had felt nice, so soft, and yet so firm.
He stared out his window, running her body over his mind, growing hard at his own fantasies. He started to reach down, but then realized there was someone outside his window, a little ways off.
"Eowyn!" hissed the pale human, as he jumped up and ran out of his room to stalk his shield maiden.
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Aragorn leaned against the wall, eyes closed, looking rather pale.
"I can't believe I just did that," he hissed to himself, but promptly silenced himself as he caught sight of Arantha rounding the corner. She was marching along, looking ready to kill, but the mood disappeared as she realized her future king stood there.
"Good evening, Master Aragorn, how are you doing this fine day?" she asked gallantly, with a curtsey.
"Quite horrible, actually Lady Arantha." He replied with a swift bow, "Have you, per chance, seen the ladies Adalea, Sefera, or Fiora about?"
"No, I have not." She frowned at him, wondering why he looked so nervous.
"Good," he started, looking rather relieved, "For it would seem the three may be trying to-" he was cut off as an arrow shot past Arantha and buried itself in the wall between his two legs. Aragorn paled a bit more, muttered something about his sword, and took off running.
Half a moment later, someone dressed from head to foot in black raced past, armed with a bow and a quiver full of arrows.
"I think I'll go lay down," Arantha mused to herself, shaking her head.
It was not even an hour later when a loud shriek shook the foundation of the boarding school, as a black haired human raced down the halls towards Elrond's office, wearing a white night gown, with small squishy leeches.
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Wo-hoo! 6 ½ pages! ^_^
Novaeariel is working on a prequel to this fiction; about the adventures Adalea and Legolas share before sent here. Read it and review it, so she'll continue, and make sure to give her loooooong reviews, so she stops complaining. Loud Gabi. :p
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1206964
ANYWAY, See the button at the bottom of the page? It says 'Review'? CLICK IT! PLEASE?