G/N: Hi, I'm back. Exams are over and I'm free till September so updates
will be a lot faster now (unless my C drive gets wiped again, grrrrr, damn
computer). Also, I have a new muse. You may remember my old one, Calopera,
well she doesn't do much now apart from site in her corner of the cave and
hit herself on the head with blunt instruments. I found a new muse while I
was away from ff.net, his name is Brogan, say hi to the nice people,
Brogan.
The rock that GoT was sitting on moves and opens a blue eye.
GoT: Everyone, this is Brogan, he's a silver dragon.
Brogan: (looks at the readers) Greetings, squishy humans.
GoT: Sorry about that, he's not really a people person, but then, silvers usually aren't, but he's a damn useful muse.
Brogan: Why thank you, Guardian. Now, why don't you update this fic so that your squishy friends can read it?
GoT: Okay, but could you please not call them squishy. And I think Elfie wants to say something;
E/N: Once again I'm typing, so of course there are going to be a few E/N's along the way. Sorry, Guardian, you know I can't help myself!
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Chapter 13: Sleeping Beauties and the Beast Within
"You know, I didn't think there could be anyone sicker than Nobby," Blaise said thoughtfully.
"Look it doesn't matter about Nobby, all we need to worry about are Chrissie and Nissa." said Freja. After Nissa had collapsed, Peter had, after a moment of blind panic, shifted to his wolf form and conducted a werewolf diagnosis, which consisted of sniffing around Nissa trying to see if anything was wrong. The weredragon simply smelt as if she was sleeping. Peter then decided that the best probable thing to do would be to take her home. After all, weredragons were like Elves in their resistance to illness. She was now lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket.
Freja sighed and went over to her friend. The Elf hybrid placed one clawed hand on the weredragon's forehead.
"She doesn't have a temperature or anything."
"So what's wrong with her then?" Peter asked, coming over to join Freja. "Nissëhon," he begged, "what's wrong with you? Why won't you wake up?"
"In the stories, Prince Charming can always wake the beautiful, sleeping princesses with in kiss," said Noo suddenly. "Maybe Peter could wake Nissa up with a kiss?" Blaise was going to make a comment about Nissa being anything but 'beautiful' and a 'princess' but she decided the situation wasn't right, she was too worried and she didn't really mean it (well not that much anyway). So, instead, she went with:
"AWWWWW!!! That's so cute!"
"Oh please," Ebony muttered. Blaise ignored her and then clipped Simon around the back of the head for sniggering.
"Go on, Peter," she coaxed. "It can't do any harm, can it?" Peter was mildly embarrassed. He had never had any problem with kissing Nissa in public, but being asked, no, TOLD to kiss her was something completely surreal.
He sighed melodramatically and knelt down next to Nissa on the floor. He could feel the eyes of everyone else in the room boring into the back of his head. He shut it out and lent over Nissa till he could feel her soft breath on his cheek. 'Here goes nothing,' he thought as he leant down and closed his eyes. His lips brushed hers softly just before the actual kiss. Peter pressed his lips down on Nissa's, trying to massage the life back into her with his mouth. [E/N: How the hell did you figure an idea like this one, woman?! *sighs* What are you like, apart from brilliant and talented?]
He felt her body stir beneath and when he felt the faint fluttering of her eyelashes on his cheek, he sat up to look at her. Her large, dark eyes flickered open and she regarded him with some confusion.
"Peter? What happened?"
"Nis." Peter placed one hand on her cheek. "You're alright." This rather soppy and romantic little scene was then ruined by Blaise. (A/N: Surprise, surprise) [E/N: Guardian, that's just rude and insulting. Anymore of that and you can type your own bloody stories! ^_~]
"NISSIE!!!" Peter found himself shoved sideways as a very excited Siren/Imp hybrid went to hug her friend. He did laugh to see his bemused girlfriend's face peeking over Blaise's shoulder. Blaise was sobbing, but not quite crying, with joy as Nissa patted her head in confusion.
Everyone else was in shock.
"It worked," said Simon, eventually. "It actually worked."
"I'll be a monkey's uncle," murmured Ebony.
"Really?! When?!" asked Noo. "When will you be a monkey's uncle?"
"No, Noo, it's a figure of spee-" Freja began to explain, but she was cut off by Blaise.
"NOO!!!!!!! You absolute darlin'!!!!! YOU DID IT!!!!" Noo looked panicky.
"No! I never done nothing!" Freja frowned at this use of a double negative whilst Blaise continued.
"But you did, hun. You came up with the idea to wake up Nis. Hunni, you were clever." Noo beamed at the remark, she had Made An Intelligent Contribution. Blaise moved away from Nissa to suffocate... er... hug Noo, allowing Peter the chance to return to his beloved's side.
"Nissa, love," he asked, "are you alright now?" She smiled faintly and pulled herself into a sitting position.
"Not really, but I'll be okay." She shrugged. "You know what it's like with us Anwe, if it doesn't kill us outright, it's only a matter of time until we're back to normal again."
"What happened at the mall?"
"I don't know, I just... it was really strange... Ohhhh, and now I've got a demon of a headache." Peter frowned.
"Hmmm, maybe I should put you to bed, [E/N: Aye aye! *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*] you should rest."
"Yeah, I'll need all my strength if I'm gonna do the Pass tomorrow." The room went deathly silent at this statement. Nissa frowned at her friends. "What?"
"Hunni," Blaise said, quietly, "you can't be serious..."
"Oh, she is," groaned Peter, exasperatedly, covering his eyes with one hand.
"Dragonissa, have you thought about his rationally?" Freja questioned severely.
"Well, I would have done if there was anything rational about someone I don't know kidnapping one of my best friends, for no good reason, and then demanding that I run a gauntlet of death designed by a nut job wizard on a bad acid trip," Nissa snarled. However, she deflated a little when she saw the looks everyone was giving her. Even Noo had got off whatever happy cloud she was currently occupying to look concerned. Nissa glared back for a moment, before asking in an icy cold tone: "Well, do you have any suggestions about what to do?" Freja thought for a moment before suggesting:
"I could do a tracking spell. It'll be easy."
"Yeah," said Blaise enthusiastically, "after all, you got the highest scores for spell-casting in the whole year!" Everyone instantly felt better, until they heard Nissa's cynical tones breaking through.
"I would have thought that our psychotic friend would have thought of that."
"Why would they want to do a tracking spell?" asked Noo.
"You CRETIN!!!" bellowed Dragonissa, Noo's idiocy finally snapping her taunt patience. In one fluid movement, she was on her feet. Everyone in the room cringed away from her. Dragonissa's eyes had become burning emeralds that threw off angry green flames. Noo backed away from her housemate, every instinct screaming at her to run from this enigmatic creature who was her friend but, at the same time, one of the most effective and brutal predators in existence.
"How can anyone be so dim?!?!" she roared, long, silver fangs growing from her mouth. "I sometimes think that it would do the whole world a favour if you just ceased to exist!!!!!" Dragonissa raised one hand, now ending in long copper claws like Celtic knives and for one long and terrifying moment, it seemed as thought she would strike Noo.
Out of the corner of her eye, Blaise saw a flash of reddish brown fur fly passed. Peter had shifted into his werewolf form and now stood shielding his friend from his mate. Peter's eyes met those of Dragonissa, who had by this point sprouted horns, her skin turned deep gold and the copper streaks were spreading through the rest of her hair like dye in water. They spoke with no words, but in the secret way of wild animals.
Then Dragonissa lowered her eyes and let out a sigh of submission. One pearly tear slid down her cheek before she vanished in a blast of sorcerous flame. Once she had gone, Noo let out a wail and wrapped her arms around the werewolf, burying her face in his warm fur as she sobbed. Peter gave out a little whine and patted her on the head.
Blaise was the first to find her voice.
"That BITCH!!!!!!!!" [E/N: Well phrased, B, my sentiments exactly!]
~*~
Dragonissa did not return that night. Peter wanted to go out and look for her but he knew that she wanted to be alone. He wished he could do more because, even though she hid it well, he knew that Nissa was a deeply unhappy person.
~*~
As she lay asleep next to her Elven lover, Blaise heard through her dreams the low, melancholy melody of Dragonsong, crying in the night a song as old as time and as sorrowful as isolation. Her dreams were free of any mention of middle Earth.
Not so for Freja.....
She sat bolt upright in bed. The night wind rustled the lilac and blue drapes that hung at her window. She pushed a lock of smoky black hair behind her ear and listened, she could hear someone outside. Gracefully, the woman rose, the crimson folds of her nightgown curling about her body like a flame.
On the ground outside, a cloaked figure moved swiftly towards the stables. The woman at the window sighed and turned away.
In the stable the cloaked figure was putting on the bridle on a strong, pale horse. "Come Asfaloth," she muttered, "we must make haste. I sense that my love is in grave peril."
"Good evening, my Lady Evenstar." Arwen span round to face the entrance of the stables.
"Lady Arian!" The Silver Flame stood leaning against the door of the stables, clothed in a simple robe of red, a disapproving frown on her fair face.
"And just what, pray tell, are you doing, Arwen, stealing in here in the dead of night like a common horse thief?" Arwen drew herself up to her full height and held her head up proudly.
"I am going to find Aragorn, I fear he is in danger."
"Lord Elrond, your father, has forbidden you to leave," Arian told her severely.
"That is true but, Arian, this is something that I must do, I know I'm going to be needed. Please trust me, I know what I'm doing." Arian clicked her teeth in annoyance. 'Damn all Elves and their emotional foolishness,' she thought. [E/N: Sisters too, dear Arian?]
"Very well, I'll let you go," Arian said, mentally cursing herself for having a soft spot for the Elven Princess. "But I shall have to inform your father of these events in the morning." Arwen smiled.
"Thank you, my lady, you are most kind." Arwen mounted her horse.
"Hmph!" snorted Arian. Arwen nudged her steed towards the door. Just as horse and rider were about to vanish into the night, Arwen turned back to the disgruntled Istari.
"Oh, and if I'm not back in time for their arrival, give my love to the sisters."
"That I shall do."
"Thank you." She went to turn but looked back again. "Oh, and Legolas also. He's coming with Silva." And with an impish grin on her face, she galloped off into the darkness.
"WHAT?!?!?!"
In her sleep, Freja turned over, shifting uncomfortably, a deep frown forming upon recumbent features.
~*~
Far away from the fitfully sleeping girls, a young woman with blood-red hair curling down to her waist looked up from the scrying pool that had just repeated the events that lead to Dragonissa leaving.
"So," she murmured, a cruel smile curving to her rouged lips, "the lizard is having difficulty controlling her draconic tendencies. How very.... interesting."
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Brogan: Five pages long, Elfie must have had sore fingers afterwards.
GoT: I know, I'll have to by her something when I get money, as a thank you.
Brogan: Very good, now, don't you think you had better get to work on TAOPIN?
GoT: Awww, I wanna do Jail Break, I've come up with a whole new language for it, I like my alien mutants.
Brogan: You have very few reviews for that. You should do what the people want.
GoT: Awww, all right. The disgruntled author pulls the dusty note book entitled 'The Adventures of Pipehead in Nosgoth' towards her and starts to type.
Brogan: (calling) Janos! Put the kettle on!
The rock that GoT was sitting on moves and opens a blue eye.
GoT: Everyone, this is Brogan, he's a silver dragon.
Brogan: (looks at the readers) Greetings, squishy humans.
GoT: Sorry about that, he's not really a people person, but then, silvers usually aren't, but he's a damn useful muse.
Brogan: Why thank you, Guardian. Now, why don't you update this fic so that your squishy friends can read it?
GoT: Okay, but could you please not call them squishy. And I think Elfie wants to say something;
E/N: Once again I'm typing, so of course there are going to be a few E/N's along the way. Sorry, Guardian, you know I can't help myself!
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Chapter 13: Sleeping Beauties and the Beast Within
"You know, I didn't think there could be anyone sicker than Nobby," Blaise said thoughtfully.
"Look it doesn't matter about Nobby, all we need to worry about are Chrissie and Nissa." said Freja. After Nissa had collapsed, Peter had, after a moment of blind panic, shifted to his wolf form and conducted a werewolf diagnosis, which consisted of sniffing around Nissa trying to see if anything was wrong. The weredragon simply smelt as if she was sleeping. Peter then decided that the best probable thing to do would be to take her home. After all, weredragons were like Elves in their resistance to illness. She was now lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket.
Freja sighed and went over to her friend. The Elf hybrid placed one clawed hand on the weredragon's forehead.
"She doesn't have a temperature or anything."
"So what's wrong with her then?" Peter asked, coming over to join Freja. "Nissëhon," he begged, "what's wrong with you? Why won't you wake up?"
"In the stories, Prince Charming can always wake the beautiful, sleeping princesses with in kiss," said Noo suddenly. "Maybe Peter could wake Nissa up with a kiss?" Blaise was going to make a comment about Nissa being anything but 'beautiful' and a 'princess' but she decided the situation wasn't right, she was too worried and she didn't really mean it (well not that much anyway). So, instead, she went with:
"AWWWWW!!! That's so cute!"
"Oh please," Ebony muttered. Blaise ignored her and then clipped Simon around the back of the head for sniggering.
"Go on, Peter," she coaxed. "It can't do any harm, can it?" Peter was mildly embarrassed. He had never had any problem with kissing Nissa in public, but being asked, no, TOLD to kiss her was something completely surreal.
He sighed melodramatically and knelt down next to Nissa on the floor. He could feel the eyes of everyone else in the room boring into the back of his head. He shut it out and lent over Nissa till he could feel her soft breath on his cheek. 'Here goes nothing,' he thought as he leant down and closed his eyes. His lips brushed hers softly just before the actual kiss. Peter pressed his lips down on Nissa's, trying to massage the life back into her with his mouth. [E/N: How the hell did you figure an idea like this one, woman?! *sighs* What are you like, apart from brilliant and talented?]
He felt her body stir beneath and when he felt the faint fluttering of her eyelashes on his cheek, he sat up to look at her. Her large, dark eyes flickered open and she regarded him with some confusion.
"Peter? What happened?"
"Nis." Peter placed one hand on her cheek. "You're alright." This rather soppy and romantic little scene was then ruined by Blaise. (A/N: Surprise, surprise) [E/N: Guardian, that's just rude and insulting. Anymore of that and you can type your own bloody stories! ^_~]
"NISSIE!!!" Peter found himself shoved sideways as a very excited Siren/Imp hybrid went to hug her friend. He did laugh to see his bemused girlfriend's face peeking over Blaise's shoulder. Blaise was sobbing, but not quite crying, with joy as Nissa patted her head in confusion.
Everyone else was in shock.
"It worked," said Simon, eventually. "It actually worked."
"I'll be a monkey's uncle," murmured Ebony.
"Really?! When?!" asked Noo. "When will you be a monkey's uncle?"
"No, Noo, it's a figure of spee-" Freja began to explain, but she was cut off by Blaise.
"NOO!!!!!!! You absolute darlin'!!!!! YOU DID IT!!!!" Noo looked panicky.
"No! I never done nothing!" Freja frowned at this use of a double negative whilst Blaise continued.
"But you did, hun. You came up with the idea to wake up Nis. Hunni, you were clever." Noo beamed at the remark, she had Made An Intelligent Contribution. Blaise moved away from Nissa to suffocate... er... hug Noo, allowing Peter the chance to return to his beloved's side.
"Nissa, love," he asked, "are you alright now?" She smiled faintly and pulled herself into a sitting position.
"Not really, but I'll be okay." She shrugged. "You know what it's like with us Anwe, if it doesn't kill us outright, it's only a matter of time until we're back to normal again."
"What happened at the mall?"
"I don't know, I just... it was really strange... Ohhhh, and now I've got a demon of a headache." Peter frowned.
"Hmmm, maybe I should put you to bed, [E/N: Aye aye! *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*] you should rest."
"Yeah, I'll need all my strength if I'm gonna do the Pass tomorrow." The room went deathly silent at this statement. Nissa frowned at her friends. "What?"
"Hunni," Blaise said, quietly, "you can't be serious..."
"Oh, she is," groaned Peter, exasperatedly, covering his eyes with one hand.
"Dragonissa, have you thought about his rationally?" Freja questioned severely.
"Well, I would have done if there was anything rational about someone I don't know kidnapping one of my best friends, for no good reason, and then demanding that I run a gauntlet of death designed by a nut job wizard on a bad acid trip," Nissa snarled. However, she deflated a little when she saw the looks everyone was giving her. Even Noo had got off whatever happy cloud she was currently occupying to look concerned. Nissa glared back for a moment, before asking in an icy cold tone: "Well, do you have any suggestions about what to do?" Freja thought for a moment before suggesting:
"I could do a tracking spell. It'll be easy."
"Yeah," said Blaise enthusiastically, "after all, you got the highest scores for spell-casting in the whole year!" Everyone instantly felt better, until they heard Nissa's cynical tones breaking through.
"I would have thought that our psychotic friend would have thought of that."
"Why would they want to do a tracking spell?" asked Noo.
"You CRETIN!!!" bellowed Dragonissa, Noo's idiocy finally snapping her taunt patience. In one fluid movement, she was on her feet. Everyone in the room cringed away from her. Dragonissa's eyes had become burning emeralds that threw off angry green flames. Noo backed away from her housemate, every instinct screaming at her to run from this enigmatic creature who was her friend but, at the same time, one of the most effective and brutal predators in existence.
"How can anyone be so dim?!?!" she roared, long, silver fangs growing from her mouth. "I sometimes think that it would do the whole world a favour if you just ceased to exist!!!!!" Dragonissa raised one hand, now ending in long copper claws like Celtic knives and for one long and terrifying moment, it seemed as thought she would strike Noo.
Out of the corner of her eye, Blaise saw a flash of reddish brown fur fly passed. Peter had shifted into his werewolf form and now stood shielding his friend from his mate. Peter's eyes met those of Dragonissa, who had by this point sprouted horns, her skin turned deep gold and the copper streaks were spreading through the rest of her hair like dye in water. They spoke with no words, but in the secret way of wild animals.
Then Dragonissa lowered her eyes and let out a sigh of submission. One pearly tear slid down her cheek before she vanished in a blast of sorcerous flame. Once she had gone, Noo let out a wail and wrapped her arms around the werewolf, burying her face in his warm fur as she sobbed. Peter gave out a little whine and patted her on the head.
Blaise was the first to find her voice.
"That BITCH!!!!!!!!" [E/N: Well phrased, B, my sentiments exactly!]
~*~
Dragonissa did not return that night. Peter wanted to go out and look for her but he knew that she wanted to be alone. He wished he could do more because, even though she hid it well, he knew that Nissa was a deeply unhappy person.
~*~
As she lay asleep next to her Elven lover, Blaise heard through her dreams the low, melancholy melody of Dragonsong, crying in the night a song as old as time and as sorrowful as isolation. Her dreams were free of any mention of middle Earth.
Not so for Freja.....
She sat bolt upright in bed. The night wind rustled the lilac and blue drapes that hung at her window. She pushed a lock of smoky black hair behind her ear and listened, she could hear someone outside. Gracefully, the woman rose, the crimson folds of her nightgown curling about her body like a flame.
On the ground outside, a cloaked figure moved swiftly towards the stables. The woman at the window sighed and turned away.
In the stable the cloaked figure was putting on the bridle on a strong, pale horse. "Come Asfaloth," she muttered, "we must make haste. I sense that my love is in grave peril."
"Good evening, my Lady Evenstar." Arwen span round to face the entrance of the stables.
"Lady Arian!" The Silver Flame stood leaning against the door of the stables, clothed in a simple robe of red, a disapproving frown on her fair face.
"And just what, pray tell, are you doing, Arwen, stealing in here in the dead of night like a common horse thief?" Arwen drew herself up to her full height and held her head up proudly.
"I am going to find Aragorn, I fear he is in danger."
"Lord Elrond, your father, has forbidden you to leave," Arian told her severely.
"That is true but, Arian, this is something that I must do, I know I'm going to be needed. Please trust me, I know what I'm doing." Arian clicked her teeth in annoyance. 'Damn all Elves and their emotional foolishness,' she thought. [E/N: Sisters too, dear Arian?]
"Very well, I'll let you go," Arian said, mentally cursing herself for having a soft spot for the Elven Princess. "But I shall have to inform your father of these events in the morning." Arwen smiled.
"Thank you, my lady, you are most kind." Arwen mounted her horse.
"Hmph!" snorted Arian. Arwen nudged her steed towards the door. Just as horse and rider were about to vanish into the night, Arwen turned back to the disgruntled Istari.
"Oh, and if I'm not back in time for their arrival, give my love to the sisters."
"That I shall do."
"Thank you." She went to turn but looked back again. "Oh, and Legolas also. He's coming with Silva." And with an impish grin on her face, she galloped off into the darkness.
"WHAT?!?!?!"
In her sleep, Freja turned over, shifting uncomfortably, a deep frown forming upon recumbent features.
~*~
Far away from the fitfully sleeping girls, a young woman with blood-red hair curling down to her waist looked up from the scrying pool that had just repeated the events that lead to Dragonissa leaving.
"So," she murmured, a cruel smile curving to her rouged lips, "the lizard is having difficulty controlling her draconic tendencies. How very.... interesting."
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Brogan: Five pages long, Elfie must have had sore fingers afterwards.
GoT: I know, I'll have to by her something when I get money, as a thank you.
Brogan: Very good, now, don't you think you had better get to work on TAOPIN?
GoT: Awww, I wanna do Jail Break, I've come up with a whole new language for it, I like my alien mutants.
Brogan: You have very few reviews for that. You should do what the people want.
GoT: Awww, all right. The disgruntled author pulls the dusty note book entitled 'The Adventures of Pipehead in Nosgoth' towards her and starts to type.
Brogan: (calling) Janos! Put the kettle on!
