Woah, I've had writer's block for like two weeks on this thing! Unusual.
One of my friends says that the cure for writer's block is to eat an Atomic
Bomb Jawbreaker. I don't trust him.
Unfortunately, my block breakthrough came at 7:30 AM right as I walked into my first class. I was frantic! It was another twelve hours (owing to a high school play and my evil orchestra) before I could sit down and let it out. So, here you go - five pages! Cooeee!
To all you other writers- the Chamber of Secrets soundtrack is VERY inspiring. To heck with Atomic Bombs.
*
Chapter Three: Startling News
Far away, in fact on another world, Galadriel, Lady of Light, was on the floor.
Her fingers scrabbled across the tiles; she used them as eyes at this dark hour. Feeling rather than seeing, she made her way across her chamber tiles. The unthinkable had happened.
Finger pads spread like searchlights, she fumbled under a wardrobe, to be met by nothing. Muttering a curse, she sat up, blue eyes despairing.
A thought came to her. Crawling back the way she had come, palms still probing the shadows, she entered her bath chamber. Her fingers slid under a stool.
"Yes!"
Galadriel heaved a sigh of relief. A slim silver band, studded with a radiant jewel, glittered in her hands as she sat back. Elvish face calm and serene, the lady slipped the ring onto her finger.
"Looking for something?"
The grave, low voice of a male broke into her thoughts. Looking up, Galadriel saw Elrond at the threshold of the room.
"I was." She extended a pale hand. One of the three Elven Rings of Power glittered dully, as though wearied by the ownership of an elf.
Her son-in-law smiled bitterly. "You too, then?"
"What?" Her blue eyes shone in alarm. "You misplaced a ring of power as well?"
His tone was stern. "Two suns ago."
"Elrond," she whispered, "what does this mean?"
"You know what it means. Did you expect any different? Now that we have sailed to the Undying Lands, we no longer need the strength of the Rings. They are ready for new owners. Somewhere, a race of Elves needs them."
Galadriel studied her hand. "How will we find them?"
Elrond walked over to where she sat, looking down at her. "Elwing," he said, more to himself than to her, "was my mother."
"This I know."
"She traveled much with my father."
The Lady of Light tried not to show her irritation at the other's tendency for slow wording.
"But never did she travel to other worlds."
"WHAT?!"
The elf grinned at his bewildered mother-in-law. "On the voyage here, Gandalf told me much of four strangers whom he encountered during the War of the Ring. Frodo and Sam owe him their lives. They went into the land of Mordor alone for the sole purpose of aiding them." His hands went to the twined strands of brown hair that hung on either side of his head.
"Really." Galadriel was impressed.
"They were from another world."
"A- another world."
"Yes. Apparently, one of our kin- an elf- accidentally transported them here."
The Lady of Light's eyes grew wider still. "One of us? Where could they have gotten such power? On accident? Are you sure?"
Under the pelt of questions, Elrond remained silent.
"On accident," Galadriel murmured. The ring on her finger shone brightly. "I wonder why I didn't see it in my mirror before we sailed." She examined the pulsing light that streamed suddenly from her hand. "Do you think that they're the ones in need?"
Elrond nodded.
"Do they have a tie to this world, then?"
"Frodo bled on one of the females when his finger was severed."
There was silence. The blood bond was the strongest tie possible; both of them knew that.
"How will we find them?" she asked again.
Elrond studied her. "I think, my dear, that they will find us."
*
Jennie checked her watch, grimaced, and leaned back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Beside her, Tessa reread the Return of the King, making little marks at the parts they had been present at.
"The House of Healing, the Black Gate. . ." With a sigh, she set it aside, and fumbled at her throat.
Her cousin watched as she drew forth the vial. Raptly, both girls stared at it, remembering. The wistfulness on their faces would have made the watchers cringe, but they couldn't help it; eight drops of halfling blood were all they had from an age that they yearned for with a passion. ((A/N: *smiles innocently*))
Jennie came out of the reverie first, shaking her head. "We have a tendency to be confined to our rooms on a weekly basis, don't we, Tessa?"
Putting away the small bottle, the other nodded. "Though the look on my mom's face when she came in the kitchen to find us cursing was priceless."
" 'For everything else, there's Mastercard,'" Jennie mimicked. They laughed.
"Yeah. . ."
"Tess. . . do you remember the time when the new neighbors had a party for their new neighbors. . ."
The girl began laughing hysterically. "Do I!"
Jennie continued her recollection, gazing out the window. "And my mom said we could go, as long as we didn't scare their five-year-old Andy and minded our manners. So we went, and there was all that great food-"
"And that humongo cake!" the other teenager put in excitedly. "And we were just starting on pieces of it, when Andy came by-"
They were both choking with laughter as Jen took up the tale. "He sat down next to us and was telling us how awesome Toy Story III was and how it was the greatest movie ever-"
Tessa giggled madly. "We got that evil look in our eye and turned on him-"
"You said, 'do you want to know what GOOD movies are?' and we reached in our pockets-"
"-pooled all the Lord of the Rings stuff we had on the table-"
"-little wretch started crying when he saw the Orcs-"
"You forgot the bit about the Ringwraiths! When we told him they were wraiths who ate souls and mimicked the screams-"
Jennie was laughing so hard she was bent over. "And he was blubbering with fright and tore off across their backyard-"
"Your mom came stomping over-"
"-bawled us out-"
"-smacked our heads-"
"-made us apologize on bended knee to Andy's mom-"
"-kid was howling, people were starting to stare-"
Jen gasped for breath. "But you just hollered 'Frodo Lives' and ran for the cake again!"
"Mom came after us and yelled some more, and sent us home-"
Holding up a hand, Jen finished the story. "We were so mad that we hadn't gotten any cake, we went into your room, opened the windows, and blasted the Return of the King soundtrack until dark, and the guests were leaving."
Wiping away tears, Tessa pondered, "Weren't we grounded for two weeks that time?"
"Yeah. . ."
They were quiet for a few minutes. Outside the bedroom door, the sound of furious carpet cleaning resumed. Snickering, Jennie looked back at her cousin. "I think my mom was eavesdropping."
"A little late for trimming the herbs, don't you think?"
"I agree." Going to the door, she opened it and looked outside. "Mom? Can we come out now?"
"Now listen, miss-"
Jennie shut the door and looked at Tessa. "Nope."
Leah pushed the door open and glowered at them. "Jennifer, if you don't treat your mother with respect, we won't go to Ireland after all."
Her daughter and niece stared at her, open-mouthed, and then broke into squeals and began dancing around the room. "We're going to Ireland! We're going to Ireland! We're going to Ireland!"
The older woman backed out of the room and closed the door softly. "That was meant to be a surprise," she mumbled.
*
Dear Artemis,
For some strange, exotic, and wonderful reason,
WE'RE COMING TO IRELAND!
And you can show us Fowl Manor and the Lia Fail and Butler and stuff!
We were locked outside and (several scratched-out words that look oddly like "cruelly abused" and "harshly beaten") we were listening at the door and we pushed it in, and Kristin was saying something about "Ireland cruise", and then later we found out we really are going to Ireland!
Because, see, our parents WERE going to take us to Disneyland even though we're WAY to old for that sort of thing, and now Kristin's clinic is being remodeled and she can't go on that date, and they wanted to make up for it, and just a month ago you bluffed your parents were in Ireland, remember? And we think they might have remembered that, or maybe it's just Leah's mind wipe.
But we're going to Ireland! We'll see you in a week!
Other than that, nothing's new except for on Sandra's street, this teenage dude's family moved in and he has curly black hair and blue eyes (several scratched-out words that look oddly like "and Tessa has to be tied up whenever we go over to keep her hands off him.").
Hugs,
The cousins.
*
Artemis Fowl read the letter in a mixture of joy, laughter, pain, and stark terror. He had hoped to see the cousins again after their exploit, but so soon? Would he be caught up in another frightening experiment with time and space?
Barricading himself in the bathroom, he reread the words solemnly. If the cousins were coming, then he would be ready.
*
Butler found himself summoned to the mastermind's office. "Yes, sir?" the manservant asked, keeping a wary eye on the door. Since the boy's return a month ago, they had both developed a sort of coordinated independence, and rarely plotted together.
Today, however, Artemis looked drawn and pale. "Sit down, please."
Butler sat.
"When I was in America," the teenager began, "I met with two females my age. . ."
His bodyguard's eyebrows rose.
"No! Why does everybody think that?" Artemis snarled bitterly, remembering Foaly. "It's nothing like that. We are just friends. And, they're coming to Ireland. If they pay us a visit, I want you to treat them with complete respect."
"Yes, sir."
"Their names are Tessa and Jennie."
"Yes, sir."
The mastermind hid a smile. "They are slightly obsessive with a certain movie epic called the Lord of the Rings."
"Sir?"
Artemis stood, leaving the bewildered Butler to sit in his office. "Oh, and Butler?"
His manservant raised his brows again.
"They are cousins. Remember that..."
*
Aren't you proud of me? I did it without breaking anything! Review!
Unfortunately, my block breakthrough came at 7:30 AM right as I walked into my first class. I was frantic! It was another twelve hours (owing to a high school play and my evil orchestra) before I could sit down and let it out. So, here you go - five pages! Cooeee!
To all you other writers- the Chamber of Secrets soundtrack is VERY inspiring. To heck with Atomic Bombs.
*
Chapter Three: Startling News
Far away, in fact on another world, Galadriel, Lady of Light, was on the floor.
Her fingers scrabbled across the tiles; she used them as eyes at this dark hour. Feeling rather than seeing, she made her way across her chamber tiles. The unthinkable had happened.
Finger pads spread like searchlights, she fumbled under a wardrobe, to be met by nothing. Muttering a curse, she sat up, blue eyes despairing.
A thought came to her. Crawling back the way she had come, palms still probing the shadows, she entered her bath chamber. Her fingers slid under a stool.
"Yes!"
Galadriel heaved a sigh of relief. A slim silver band, studded with a radiant jewel, glittered in her hands as she sat back. Elvish face calm and serene, the lady slipped the ring onto her finger.
"Looking for something?"
The grave, low voice of a male broke into her thoughts. Looking up, Galadriel saw Elrond at the threshold of the room.
"I was." She extended a pale hand. One of the three Elven Rings of Power glittered dully, as though wearied by the ownership of an elf.
Her son-in-law smiled bitterly. "You too, then?"
"What?" Her blue eyes shone in alarm. "You misplaced a ring of power as well?"
His tone was stern. "Two suns ago."
"Elrond," she whispered, "what does this mean?"
"You know what it means. Did you expect any different? Now that we have sailed to the Undying Lands, we no longer need the strength of the Rings. They are ready for new owners. Somewhere, a race of Elves needs them."
Galadriel studied her hand. "How will we find them?"
Elrond walked over to where she sat, looking down at her. "Elwing," he said, more to himself than to her, "was my mother."
"This I know."
"She traveled much with my father."
The Lady of Light tried not to show her irritation at the other's tendency for slow wording.
"But never did she travel to other worlds."
"WHAT?!"
The elf grinned at his bewildered mother-in-law. "On the voyage here, Gandalf told me much of four strangers whom he encountered during the War of the Ring. Frodo and Sam owe him their lives. They went into the land of Mordor alone for the sole purpose of aiding them." His hands went to the twined strands of brown hair that hung on either side of his head.
"Really." Galadriel was impressed.
"They were from another world."
"A- another world."
"Yes. Apparently, one of our kin- an elf- accidentally transported them here."
The Lady of Light's eyes grew wider still. "One of us? Where could they have gotten such power? On accident? Are you sure?"
Under the pelt of questions, Elrond remained silent.
"On accident," Galadriel murmured. The ring on her finger shone brightly. "I wonder why I didn't see it in my mirror before we sailed." She examined the pulsing light that streamed suddenly from her hand. "Do you think that they're the ones in need?"
Elrond nodded.
"Do they have a tie to this world, then?"
"Frodo bled on one of the females when his finger was severed."
There was silence. The blood bond was the strongest tie possible; both of them knew that.
"How will we find them?" she asked again.
Elrond studied her. "I think, my dear, that they will find us."
*
Jennie checked her watch, grimaced, and leaned back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Beside her, Tessa reread the Return of the King, making little marks at the parts they had been present at.
"The House of Healing, the Black Gate. . ." With a sigh, she set it aside, and fumbled at her throat.
Her cousin watched as she drew forth the vial. Raptly, both girls stared at it, remembering. The wistfulness on their faces would have made the watchers cringe, but they couldn't help it; eight drops of halfling blood were all they had from an age that they yearned for with a passion. ((A/N: *smiles innocently*))
Jennie came out of the reverie first, shaking her head. "We have a tendency to be confined to our rooms on a weekly basis, don't we, Tessa?"
Putting away the small bottle, the other nodded. "Though the look on my mom's face when she came in the kitchen to find us cursing was priceless."
" 'For everything else, there's Mastercard,'" Jennie mimicked. They laughed.
"Yeah. . ."
"Tess. . . do you remember the time when the new neighbors had a party for their new neighbors. . ."
The girl began laughing hysterically. "Do I!"
Jennie continued her recollection, gazing out the window. "And my mom said we could go, as long as we didn't scare their five-year-old Andy and minded our manners. So we went, and there was all that great food-"
"And that humongo cake!" the other teenager put in excitedly. "And we were just starting on pieces of it, when Andy came by-"
They were both choking with laughter as Jen took up the tale. "He sat down next to us and was telling us how awesome Toy Story III was and how it was the greatest movie ever-"
Tessa giggled madly. "We got that evil look in our eye and turned on him-"
"You said, 'do you want to know what GOOD movies are?' and we reached in our pockets-"
"-pooled all the Lord of the Rings stuff we had on the table-"
"-little wretch started crying when he saw the Orcs-"
"You forgot the bit about the Ringwraiths! When we told him they were wraiths who ate souls and mimicked the screams-"
Jennie was laughing so hard she was bent over. "And he was blubbering with fright and tore off across their backyard-"
"Your mom came stomping over-"
"-bawled us out-"
"-smacked our heads-"
"-made us apologize on bended knee to Andy's mom-"
"-kid was howling, people were starting to stare-"
Jen gasped for breath. "But you just hollered 'Frodo Lives' and ran for the cake again!"
"Mom came after us and yelled some more, and sent us home-"
Holding up a hand, Jen finished the story. "We were so mad that we hadn't gotten any cake, we went into your room, opened the windows, and blasted the Return of the King soundtrack until dark, and the guests were leaving."
Wiping away tears, Tessa pondered, "Weren't we grounded for two weeks that time?"
"Yeah. . ."
They were quiet for a few minutes. Outside the bedroom door, the sound of furious carpet cleaning resumed. Snickering, Jennie looked back at her cousin. "I think my mom was eavesdropping."
"A little late for trimming the herbs, don't you think?"
"I agree." Going to the door, she opened it and looked outside. "Mom? Can we come out now?"
"Now listen, miss-"
Jennie shut the door and looked at Tessa. "Nope."
Leah pushed the door open and glowered at them. "Jennifer, if you don't treat your mother with respect, we won't go to Ireland after all."
Her daughter and niece stared at her, open-mouthed, and then broke into squeals and began dancing around the room. "We're going to Ireland! We're going to Ireland! We're going to Ireland!"
The older woman backed out of the room and closed the door softly. "That was meant to be a surprise," she mumbled.
*
Dear Artemis,
For some strange, exotic, and wonderful reason,
WE'RE COMING TO IRELAND!
And you can show us Fowl Manor and the Lia Fail and Butler and stuff!
We were locked outside and (several scratched-out words that look oddly like "cruelly abused" and "harshly beaten") we were listening at the door and we pushed it in, and Kristin was saying something about "Ireland cruise", and then later we found out we really are going to Ireland!
Because, see, our parents WERE going to take us to Disneyland even though we're WAY to old for that sort of thing, and now Kristin's clinic is being remodeled and she can't go on that date, and they wanted to make up for it, and just a month ago you bluffed your parents were in Ireland, remember? And we think they might have remembered that, or maybe it's just Leah's mind wipe.
But we're going to Ireland! We'll see you in a week!
Other than that, nothing's new except for on Sandra's street, this teenage dude's family moved in and he has curly black hair and blue eyes (several scratched-out words that look oddly like "and Tessa has to be tied up whenever we go over to keep her hands off him.").
Hugs,
The cousins.
*
Artemis Fowl read the letter in a mixture of joy, laughter, pain, and stark terror. He had hoped to see the cousins again after their exploit, but so soon? Would he be caught up in another frightening experiment with time and space?
Barricading himself in the bathroom, he reread the words solemnly. If the cousins were coming, then he would be ready.
*
Butler found himself summoned to the mastermind's office. "Yes, sir?" the manservant asked, keeping a wary eye on the door. Since the boy's return a month ago, they had both developed a sort of coordinated independence, and rarely plotted together.
Today, however, Artemis looked drawn and pale. "Sit down, please."
Butler sat.
"When I was in America," the teenager began, "I met with two females my age. . ."
His bodyguard's eyebrows rose.
"No! Why does everybody think that?" Artemis snarled bitterly, remembering Foaly. "It's nothing like that. We are just friends. And, they're coming to Ireland. If they pay us a visit, I want you to treat them with complete respect."
"Yes, sir."
"Their names are Tessa and Jennie."
"Yes, sir."
The mastermind hid a smile. "They are slightly obsessive with a certain movie epic called the Lord of the Rings."
"Sir?"
Artemis stood, leaving the bewildered Butler to sit in his office. "Oh, and Butler?"
His manservant raised his brows again.
"They are cousins. Remember that..."
*
Aren't you proud of me? I did it without breaking anything! Review!