I am ElfHuntressAutumnBurgundy, or EHAB. Special thanks to the reviewers of Chapter Six, and to
Rissa, who reviewed Chapter Five but was accidentally left out in our previous chapter's footnote.
Rissa, thank you, you are most kind. Psycho, I hope nothing was damaged in your cake/dryer
accident, but thank you all the same. Europa, just FYI, you probably already know this, but
Europa is Jupiter's third largest moon. Thanx for reviewing J . Wicked Lady... um, I am glad you
liked, but I enjoy the Pretty One's face more than his clothes, lol. Pepsi harms "lle Vanya Elda"
(by the by, Vanya is a race of Elves; if you want to say 'pretty' in Elvish it's 'vana'. Just
trying to be helpful.) because carbonation goes through an elf's bloodstream doing the same
damage as alcohol does to a human's. Ringo, thank you, and congratulations on the best spelling
of "cool" I've seriously ever seen! "Kewl"! I love it! Grimlock, I am flattered, and so is
Phe-Chan. Vana, the FOOM has to be my favorite part, and I'm glad you like it what stories do you
write? I'd love to read one, if it hasn't anything... um... over PG-13 in it. Cindy, thanks, I
appreciate it. Romeninque, that was exactly the compliment we were hoping for; thank you very
much!
At any rate, now that I've bored you to tears, allow me to say a
few things about Chapter Seven. This is what I have termed a "Bridge
Chapter," meaning that it is short and hopefully sweet but contains
vital information about the story's plot. If you don't read this,
you'll miss the point of the whole thing. We have dubbed this "Chapter
Seven: Return to Lorien." Please turn off all cell phones, pagers, and
the like, and remember that smoking is not permitted in the theatre.
Enjoy the show.
Some time later, after somehow managing to convince the authorities that Legolas was NOT an
international terrorist, the small group (excluding Mimi, who had refused to come near Legolas)
tried to catch their breath in Joseph's apartment.
"Man, elf-dude, what was the business, you tryin' to blow up a lawnmower?" Christina asked.
"'Trying'?" Joseph murmured.
"We do not have these 'lawnmowers' in Mirkwood. The girl seemed distressed," Legolas said
quietly understanding nothing except the fact that he had apparently made an end of something not
meant to be slain.
"It's okay. You didn't know," Joseph said kindly. "A lawnmower is a machine. It helps us keep
the grass cut so that the lawn looks nice."
"The woman looked distressed," Christina added, much more gently, "because she's out there
doin' hard work. She's not in pain; she's not a prisoner; she's just tired."
"And upset because you just blew her tractor sky high," Sarah laughed. She whistled. "Man."
"Tractor?" Legolas frowned.
"If it isn't exactly the same, it's very nearly the same thing as a lawnmower," Jeremie
explained.
A knock at the door interrupted the conversation. Joseph got up to answer, and a moment later,
the girl in question walked into the room. Her long blonde hair was tied back, and her grey-blue
eyes were wide.
"Megan!" cried Sivi, rushing over to greet her friend. Megan stared at Legolas past Sivi's
shoulder.
"Why did you destroy my lawnmower?" she asked incredulously.
"That was your lawnmower, Megan?" Jeremie asked, startled.
" 'Was' being the operative word, yes," Megan said faintly.
"My apologies, Lady Megan," Legolas said, standing and bowing. "I thought you were...
oppressed."
" 'Oppressed'?" Megan repeated. " 'Lady'? Who is he?"
"Legolas is an elf, the Prince of Mirkwood," Sivi explained. Megan took a second look and
nearly fainted.
"He's also MINE!" Andrea reminded everyone loudly.
"Lady Sivi," Legolas said, the tips of his ears a funny colour after Andrea's possessive
claim, "you led me to believe that those facts should be kept a guarded secret, yet you are
telling everyone we meet."
"No, I'm telling the people I know I can trust," Sivi countered. "Megan has been my best
friend all my life. For instance, I didn't tell Mimi."
"Mimi the Gossip would have had it all over New York City by this time tomorrow," Sarah
smirked.
"Also, while you were, um, inebriated," Sivi continued, "Dad's friends Karen and Derek came
over. (I don't know why; they knew he was at work.) We didn't tell them, either, though they were
mightily curious. I don't know what got into Karen," she added with a small giggle; "she stood
right there in front of Derek, her boyfriend, and said out loud, 'Wow, he's gorgeous.'"
"Yeh-yah," drawled Christina, "and then Andrea started in with her little, 'MINE! MINE! MINE!'
routine and freaked everyone out."
"Well, he IS," Andrea pouted.
"May I sit down?" Megan asked.
Upon receiving permisssion, she sank wearily onto the sofa beside Jeremie.
"An elf shot my tractor."
The phone rang, and Megan answered automatically.
"An elf shot my tractor," she said robotically. "Yeah sure, you can talk to him. Here,
Legolas, it's for you."
Galadriel had hesitated when the girl who had answered her call was not Andrea or Sivi and
certainly was not Legolas. She had asked the mirror, with the manipulation of Nenya, to find
Legolas. Then the girl had mentioned an elf... though what a tractor was was beyond the Lady of
Light... and Galadriel had relaxed.
"Prince Legolas, greetings," she said.
"My lady," he replied with fitting deference. "What do you require?"
"Your presence, young prince," Galdriel answered. "My lord Celeborn and I have discussed the
matter, and we believe that I may bring you here using Nenya. The powers of the Three are grown
greater since the One was destroyed."
"My lady, I..." Legolas trailed off, digesting the idea. "My friends here have been good to
me, my lady," he said finally. "I do not wish to abandon them so suddenly."
Andrea's face contorted in dismay. She hugged her knees to her chin and whispered in a small,
sad voice,
"My Pretty One is leaving?"
"If they agree to it," Galadriel offered, "I will bring them, too, but you must come quickly.
Something horrible has happened here." With a frown, Legolas looked round at his companions.
"Will the seven of you come to Middle-Earth with me?"
Andrea fainted.
At last, after all the fuss of running around to evryone's respective apartments to get all
the necessary toiletries (Galadriel had promised to provide them with apparel more suited to
Middle-Earth than what the teens' wardrobes contained), the group had returned to Joseph's
living room. Legolas had dialed Galadriel's number. The Queen of Lorien had then very neatly
transported them to the Golden Wood. She and Celeborn received them warmly, but with a sense of
urgency.
"Narya and Vilya have been stolen," Celeborn told them solemnly, "but we do not know who by.
We wanted the Fellowship to band together once more to find the two missing rings, but Aragorn
cannot leave his kingdom unattended. He would leave Gondor in the hands of faramir until he could
return, but strange things and beasts have begun again to show themselves along the border
between Gondor and what once was Mordor. Faramir has his hands full. Boromir is dead, Gandalf
cannot be found, and Gimli's people will not allow him to take part in this quest, saying that it
concerns not the dwarves but the Elves alone. The four hobbits... we have not been able to
contact them."
"I guess that just leaves you, Elf-dude," said Christina, in a voice without emotion.
"And us," said Sivi grimly.
"What can we do?" asked joseph, taking everything in stride as usual.
"That I cannot tell you," Celeborn answered sadly. "I do not know."
"Hey, I've got an idea," Sarah said. "Why don't we just go back in time to when the rings
were made and get the guy that made them to let us have them? That way, they can't be stolen
today."
Galadriel looked at the slender young redhead with new respect.
"I had not thought of that."
"Indeed, a plan well-conceived, if it may be carried out," Celeborn agreed.
"Why not?" Jeremie mused. "If Nenya can bring us back and forth between worlds, why not back
and forth between times?"
"Sounds like a piece of cake to me," Christina shrugged.
"Christina, m'dear," Sivi said, looking cynically at her older friend, "nothing in
Middle-Earth is ever a piece of cake."
"We have cake in Middle-Earth," Galadriel said.
"Different kind of cake, my lady," Megan replied.
Sivi and Andrea shared a look.
Galadriel shrugged. She had given up trying to understand the children of this strange, new
world. She simply asked,
"Will you undertake this task?" Legolas, Joseph, and the teenagers looked at one another.
"Yeah, sure," Christina said. "Whatever."
"Very well," Galadriel said, removing what semed a small star from her finger. "Prince
Legolas, tomorrow before you go I shall entrust you with Nenya. Return it safely to me when you
have done."
"Well I will, my lady," Legolas replied gravely.
"Go now and rest," Galadriel continued, smiling to think that she had said that before to at
least one member of the group. "Sivi, stay a while," she said suddenly, "and... Christina, you
as well."
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Rissa, who reviewed Chapter Five but was accidentally left out in our previous chapter's footnote.
Rissa, thank you, you are most kind. Psycho, I hope nothing was damaged in your cake/dryer
accident, but thank you all the same. Europa, just FYI, you probably already know this, but
Europa is Jupiter's third largest moon. Thanx for reviewing J . Wicked Lady... um, I am glad you
liked, but I enjoy the Pretty One's face more than his clothes, lol. Pepsi harms "lle Vanya Elda"
(by the by, Vanya is a race of Elves; if you want to say 'pretty' in Elvish it's 'vana'. Just
trying to be helpful.) because carbonation goes through an elf's bloodstream doing the same
damage as alcohol does to a human's. Ringo, thank you, and congratulations on the best spelling
of "cool" I've seriously ever seen! "Kewl"! I love it! Grimlock, I am flattered, and so is
Phe-Chan. Vana, the FOOM has to be my favorite part, and I'm glad you like it what stories do you
write? I'd love to read one, if it hasn't anything... um... over PG-13 in it. Cindy, thanks, I
appreciate it. Romeninque, that was exactly the compliment we were hoping for; thank you very
much!
At any rate, now that I've bored you to tears, allow me to say a
few things about Chapter Seven. This is what I have termed a "Bridge
Chapter," meaning that it is short and hopefully sweet but contains
vital information about the story's plot. If you don't read this,
you'll miss the point of the whole thing. We have dubbed this "Chapter
Seven: Return to Lorien." Please turn off all cell phones, pagers, and
the like, and remember that smoking is not permitted in the theatre.
Enjoy the show.
Some time later, after somehow managing to convince the authorities that Legolas was NOT an
international terrorist, the small group (excluding Mimi, who had refused to come near Legolas)
tried to catch their breath in Joseph's apartment.
"Man, elf-dude, what was the business, you tryin' to blow up a lawnmower?" Christina asked.
"'Trying'?" Joseph murmured.
"We do not have these 'lawnmowers' in Mirkwood. The girl seemed distressed," Legolas said
quietly understanding nothing except the fact that he had apparently made an end of something not
meant to be slain.
"It's okay. You didn't know," Joseph said kindly. "A lawnmower is a machine. It helps us keep
the grass cut so that the lawn looks nice."
"The woman looked distressed," Christina added, much more gently, "because she's out there
doin' hard work. She's not in pain; she's not a prisoner; she's just tired."
"And upset because you just blew her tractor sky high," Sarah laughed. She whistled. "Man."
"Tractor?" Legolas frowned.
"If it isn't exactly the same, it's very nearly the same thing as a lawnmower," Jeremie
explained.
A knock at the door interrupted the conversation. Joseph got up to answer, and a moment later,
the girl in question walked into the room. Her long blonde hair was tied back, and her grey-blue
eyes were wide.
"Megan!" cried Sivi, rushing over to greet her friend. Megan stared at Legolas past Sivi's
shoulder.
"Why did you destroy my lawnmower?" she asked incredulously.
"That was your lawnmower, Megan?" Jeremie asked, startled.
" 'Was' being the operative word, yes," Megan said faintly.
"My apologies, Lady Megan," Legolas said, standing and bowing. "I thought you were...
oppressed."
" 'Oppressed'?" Megan repeated. " 'Lady'? Who is he?"
"Legolas is an elf, the Prince of Mirkwood," Sivi explained. Megan took a second look and
nearly fainted.
"He's also MINE!" Andrea reminded everyone loudly.
"Lady Sivi," Legolas said, the tips of his ears a funny colour after Andrea's possessive
claim, "you led me to believe that those facts should be kept a guarded secret, yet you are
telling everyone we meet."
"No, I'm telling the people I know I can trust," Sivi countered. "Megan has been my best
friend all my life. For instance, I didn't tell Mimi."
"Mimi the Gossip would have had it all over New York City by this time tomorrow," Sarah
smirked.
"Also, while you were, um, inebriated," Sivi continued, "Dad's friends Karen and Derek came
over. (I don't know why; they knew he was at work.) We didn't tell them, either, though they were
mightily curious. I don't know what got into Karen," she added with a small giggle; "she stood
right there in front of Derek, her boyfriend, and said out loud, 'Wow, he's gorgeous.'"
"Yeh-yah," drawled Christina, "and then Andrea started in with her little, 'MINE! MINE! MINE!'
routine and freaked everyone out."
"Well, he IS," Andrea pouted.
"May I sit down?" Megan asked.
Upon receiving permisssion, she sank wearily onto the sofa beside Jeremie.
"An elf shot my tractor."
The phone rang, and Megan answered automatically.
"An elf shot my tractor," she said robotically. "Yeah sure, you can talk to him. Here,
Legolas, it's for you."
Galadriel had hesitated when the girl who had answered her call was not Andrea or Sivi and
certainly was not Legolas. She had asked the mirror, with the manipulation of Nenya, to find
Legolas. Then the girl had mentioned an elf... though what a tractor was was beyond the Lady of
Light... and Galadriel had relaxed.
"Prince Legolas, greetings," she said.
"My lady," he replied with fitting deference. "What do you require?"
"Your presence, young prince," Galdriel answered. "My lord Celeborn and I have discussed the
matter, and we believe that I may bring you here using Nenya. The powers of the Three are grown
greater since the One was destroyed."
"My lady, I..." Legolas trailed off, digesting the idea. "My friends here have been good to
me, my lady," he said finally. "I do not wish to abandon them so suddenly."
Andrea's face contorted in dismay. She hugged her knees to her chin and whispered in a small,
sad voice,
"My Pretty One is leaving?"
"If they agree to it," Galadriel offered, "I will bring them, too, but you must come quickly.
Something horrible has happened here." With a frown, Legolas looked round at his companions.
"Will the seven of you come to Middle-Earth with me?"
Andrea fainted.
At last, after all the fuss of running around to evryone's respective apartments to get all
the necessary toiletries (Galadriel had promised to provide them with apparel more suited to
Middle-Earth than what the teens' wardrobes contained), the group had returned to Joseph's
living room. Legolas had dialed Galadriel's number. The Queen of Lorien had then very neatly
transported them to the Golden Wood. She and Celeborn received them warmly, but with a sense of
urgency.
"Narya and Vilya have been stolen," Celeborn told them solemnly, "but we do not know who by.
We wanted the Fellowship to band together once more to find the two missing rings, but Aragorn
cannot leave his kingdom unattended. He would leave Gondor in the hands of faramir until he could
return, but strange things and beasts have begun again to show themselves along the border
between Gondor and what once was Mordor. Faramir has his hands full. Boromir is dead, Gandalf
cannot be found, and Gimli's people will not allow him to take part in this quest, saying that it
concerns not the dwarves but the Elves alone. The four hobbits... we have not been able to
contact them."
"I guess that just leaves you, Elf-dude," said Christina, in a voice without emotion.
"And us," said Sivi grimly.
"What can we do?" asked joseph, taking everything in stride as usual.
"That I cannot tell you," Celeborn answered sadly. "I do not know."
"Hey, I've got an idea," Sarah said. "Why don't we just go back in time to when the rings
were made and get the guy that made them to let us have them? That way, they can't be stolen
today."
Galadriel looked at the slender young redhead with new respect.
"I had not thought of that."
"Indeed, a plan well-conceived, if it may be carried out," Celeborn agreed.
"Why not?" Jeremie mused. "If Nenya can bring us back and forth between worlds, why not back
and forth between times?"
"Sounds like a piece of cake to me," Christina shrugged.
"Christina, m'dear," Sivi said, looking cynically at her older friend, "nothing in
Middle-Earth is ever a piece of cake."
"We have cake in Middle-Earth," Galadriel said.
"Different kind of cake, my lady," Megan replied.
Sivi and Andrea shared a look.
Galadriel shrugged. She had given up trying to understand the children of this strange, new
world. She simply asked,
"Will you undertake this task?" Legolas, Joseph, and the teenagers looked at one another.
"Yeah, sure," Christina said. "Whatever."
"Very well," Galadriel said, removing what semed a small star from her finger. "Prince
Legolas, tomorrow before you go I shall entrust you with Nenya. Return it safely to me when you
have done."
"Well I will, my lady," Legolas replied gravely.
"Go now and rest," Galadriel continued, smiling to think that she had said that before to at
least one member of the group. "Sivi, stay a while," she said suddenly, "and... Christina, you
as well."
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to her sometimes... Anyone know where that came from? Sugar stuff to the first person with a
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