(A/N Yay! Casey writing! But I'm still doing the intro. I ASKED her if she
wanted to say anything, but she said no. *sniff*
I'd like to inform you that there are some individual notes to reviewers at the bottom of the page, just because I like talking to you! Hee. Thanks, peoples!) And onward, again!
'This is insane. this can't be real. they're friggin' Ifictional/I characters. I must be dreaming.' Casey's voice insisted. Casey's odd logic told her that if it was a dream, she should wake up. She grabbed some skin on her leg and dug her long nails in. Hard. Too hard. She let out a high- pitched, glass-shattering scream. Then she swore.
"Casey, what are you doing?" Meghan hissed from beside her.
We aren't dreaming. I checked," Casey whispered back. Then she became aware of a sword pressed against her throat.
"Planning more devilry?" the back haired man asked sourly.
"No! We told you, we didn't do anything! You're ficti-" Casey gasped as the sword nicked her throat. "That hurt!" The annoying smirk in his face, he moved off.
"Damn ass," Casey muttered, glaring at him and rubbing her throat.
"Casey, they bCAN'T/b be hobbits," Meghan insisted. "That would mean they."
"Look at them. Look at their bfeet/b. It all fits. The one with the attitude problem is Aragorn. And the blonde."
"Is Legolas." Meghan finished (they had a habit of doing that). He turned to look at her, obviously distrusting.
Right then Pippin finally got tired of sitting in the wet lake. He started to climb out when another tall blonde person landed on him and pushed him back in.
"I told you so!" Pippin yelled at Merry. Then they all turned to glare at Meghan and Casey, accusatory looks in their eyes.
'"GO TO HELL!" Meghan yelled. "I AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF YOU PEOPLE BLAMING US AND FIGGING THREATENING US WHEN WE DID NOTHING TO DESERVE IT!" She got up and marched over to Legolas. "You. Put the arrow down." He had drawn his bow and was aiming it at her heart.
"Do we Ilook/I guilty?" Casey demanded. "We're not wizards. or, or. "
"Whatever the female equivalent is?" supplied Meghan dryly.
"Yeah. Whatever you guys are thinking, it's wrong!"
Meghan stepped forwards again, ignoring Legolas, the trigger-happy elf, and challenged him. "Look at us. Do you really think we're dangerous? Go ahead, Greenleaf. Shoot, if you're so convinced of the threat we may be."
No one moved.
Casey gingerly pushed Aragorn's sword away, and glared at Haldir (the last elf to land on Pippin) who had drawn his bow and was looking slightly deadly.
Finally Legolas lowered his bow and lowered the arrow. Haldir instantly followed suit, and Aragorn sheathed his sword.
The girls breathed a sigh of relief, and Meghan moved back to stand with Casey.
"You really, IREALLY/I have no sense of self-preservation, do you? God, you're dense!" hissed Casey.
Meghan shrugged. Then she announced. "I'm stressed. Excuse me for a minute." And fainted.
Everyone stared. Then Casey blinked. "Shit." She said, helpfully. No one moved. Then another voice came in.
"Could you please, Iplease/I get me out of this tree?"
(A/N Hi again! Hee. You guys rock, and I'm in an incredibly strange mood right now.)
Corrina: You have NO idea how uncanny that is. Cas and I have about forty pages of this written out long hand, and what you suggested is EXACTLY what happens. That's ODD. *stares, edges away*
Erenriel Dreamweaver: Now see, if I had my way, then Gimli would drop in the middle of a nearby lake wearing plate armour and/or chain mail. (I DON'T LIKE him.)
LUCY: Hee. 'Bloody.' I like that. ...Settle down though! Here's a valium for you to lick. :D Glad at least SOMEONE likes this.
I had best be getting some sleep right about now. *nods*
I'd like to inform you that there are some individual notes to reviewers at the bottom of the page, just because I like talking to you! Hee. Thanks, peoples!) And onward, again!
'This is insane. this can't be real. they're friggin' Ifictional/I characters. I must be dreaming.' Casey's voice insisted. Casey's odd logic told her that if it was a dream, she should wake up. She grabbed some skin on her leg and dug her long nails in. Hard. Too hard. She let out a high- pitched, glass-shattering scream. Then she swore.
"Casey, what are you doing?" Meghan hissed from beside her.
We aren't dreaming. I checked," Casey whispered back. Then she became aware of a sword pressed against her throat.
"Planning more devilry?" the back haired man asked sourly.
"No! We told you, we didn't do anything! You're ficti-" Casey gasped as the sword nicked her throat. "That hurt!" The annoying smirk in his face, he moved off.
"Damn ass," Casey muttered, glaring at him and rubbing her throat.
"Casey, they bCAN'T/b be hobbits," Meghan insisted. "That would mean they."
"Look at them. Look at their bfeet/b. It all fits. The one with the attitude problem is Aragorn. And the blonde."
"Is Legolas." Meghan finished (they had a habit of doing that). He turned to look at her, obviously distrusting.
Right then Pippin finally got tired of sitting in the wet lake. He started to climb out when another tall blonde person landed on him and pushed him back in.
"I told you so!" Pippin yelled at Merry. Then they all turned to glare at Meghan and Casey, accusatory looks in their eyes.
'"GO TO HELL!" Meghan yelled. "I AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF YOU PEOPLE BLAMING US AND FIGGING THREATENING US WHEN WE DID NOTHING TO DESERVE IT!" She got up and marched over to Legolas. "You. Put the arrow down." He had drawn his bow and was aiming it at her heart.
"Do we Ilook/I guilty?" Casey demanded. "We're not wizards. or, or. "
"Whatever the female equivalent is?" supplied Meghan dryly.
"Yeah. Whatever you guys are thinking, it's wrong!"
Meghan stepped forwards again, ignoring Legolas, the trigger-happy elf, and challenged him. "Look at us. Do you really think we're dangerous? Go ahead, Greenleaf. Shoot, if you're so convinced of the threat we may be."
No one moved.
Casey gingerly pushed Aragorn's sword away, and glared at Haldir (the last elf to land on Pippin) who had drawn his bow and was looking slightly deadly.
Finally Legolas lowered his bow and lowered the arrow. Haldir instantly followed suit, and Aragorn sheathed his sword.
The girls breathed a sigh of relief, and Meghan moved back to stand with Casey.
"You really, IREALLY/I have no sense of self-preservation, do you? God, you're dense!" hissed Casey.
Meghan shrugged. Then she announced. "I'm stressed. Excuse me for a minute." And fainted.
Everyone stared. Then Casey blinked. "Shit." She said, helpfully. No one moved. Then another voice came in.
"Could you please, Iplease/I get me out of this tree?"
(A/N Hi again! Hee. You guys rock, and I'm in an incredibly strange mood right now.)
Corrina: You have NO idea how uncanny that is. Cas and I have about forty pages of this written out long hand, and what you suggested is EXACTLY what happens. That's ODD. *stares, edges away*
Erenriel Dreamweaver: Now see, if I had my way, then Gimli would drop in the middle of a nearby lake wearing plate armour and/or chain mail. (I DON'T LIKE him.)
LUCY: Hee. 'Bloody.' I like that. ...Settle down though! Here's a valium for you to lick. :D Glad at least SOMEONE likes this.
I had best be getting some sleep right about now. *nods*