Ultra Mega OKAY is a thing that I stay up late to listen to once a week.
Sadly, There may be no okay tonight. As such-and mostly because I've
already injested mass amounts of sugar-I'm posting this now. It was done
and was sitting in my computer for awhile anyhow. You may actually want to
hit us afterwards. BTW, thanks to everyone who reviewed. You people are
wonderful! And congrats to Skylar, who won our little contest. I am going
to email a picky to ya shortly. Maybe not tonight though. Depends on if I
get my okay. We'll see.
~Phe-chan~
"It's simple," Sivi explained. "It's so simple. Why not just take him to Galadriel? She can heal nearly anything."
Andrea surprised a strange light in Sivi's eyes. There was something that Siobhán was keeping back from them. Andrea began to think that she might know what it was.
"Can we move him, though?" Thranduil asked concernèdly.
"That's true, Mr. Joseph; wouldn't it be dangerous to try to jump time with Legolas so badly hurt?" Megan frowned.
"It's the only choice we have," Sarah answered, her eyes mirroring the strange and sudden brightness reflected in her cousin's.
"It's not our choice," Joseph said, his eyes also flaring intently. "it's Andrea's."
"Whatever Sivi wants to do is fine with me," Andrea whispered.
This abrupt deference on the part of Andrea where her Pretty One was concerned fairly astounded all but four people in the room: Sivi, Joseph, Sarah, and Andrea herself. Between these four there was a mutual understanding.
"Another concern that I wish to address," said Joseph, becoming oddly formal in his speech, "is why Thranduil should have used the term 'we.'"
"I'm going with you," Thranduil said uncertainly.
"You realize, then, that if you do, none of this will have happened, because Legolas will not have been born?" Joseph said quietly.
Thranduil balked.
"Actually," Sarah pointed out, "if he goes with us, the whole universe could be destroyed."
Several eyes widened like saucers, and all in the room paid Sarah rapt attention. Sivi smiled and muttered under her breath,
"The Grandfather Clause."
"You see," Sarah explained leisurely, "if you go back with us, Thranduil, Legolas will never be born. But, if Legolas is never born, then you will never have the opportunity to jump time with us, and Legolas will be born, but then you'll jump time with us, and he won't be born. No universe is made to handle a loop in time. It will self-destruct."
"Did we just cross over into 'Star Trek' or somethin'?" Christina drawled dubiously.
"No kidding," Jeremie muttered, shaking his head as if to clear away confusion's cobwebs.
"I suppose I'll just stay here, then," Thranduil said in a hushed voice.
"What is 'Star Trek'?" queried Gil-galad.
"You don't really plan to ask Galadriel to heal Legolas, do you?" Andrea asked Sivi after Gil-galad, Christina, Jeremie, Megan, Erynen, Erynsir, and Thranduil had gone for the night. Sarah chuckled.
"Not exactly," she grinned.
"If what we're planning works, we shouldn't have to," Joseph added.
"Why can't YOU heal him?" Andrea asked Joseph piteously.
"Healing is Estë's province," Joseph returned. "Galadriel has studied under Estë and Nienna. I have not."
"I wonder, sometimes, why the three of you DON'T do any more than you do," Andrea admitted quietly.
"We can't see everything, Andrea," Sivi explained softly. "We don't like to interfere in things we can't see ahead of time."
"It is unwise to meddle in Ilúvatar's designs," Joseph nodded.
"We've been taking some drastic measures to save Gil-galad," Sarah added.
"Yes. Sometimes now I regret not doing more to save this Elendil, but apparently it had been ordained that he should die that day," Joseph murmured.
"Wasn't it ordained that Gil-galad should die?" Andrea asked.
"Not so clearly," Sivi replied.
"Well, okay. If you three have a plan, okay," Andrea sighed. "I'm guessing it would break my brain if you tried to tell me?"
"Let me put it to you this way" Sivi said: "it almost breaks MY brain."
Andrea's eyes widened.
"Oooooooooooooo."
"Are we ready?" Joseph asked.
The group, including Erynen and Erynsir, stood outside of Ecthalion. Legolas lay unconscious still in Gil-galad's arms, wrapped in his burgundy velvet coverlet. Trembling, Thranduil kissed his son's brow and backed away.
"Take good care of him," he beseeched his new friends urgently.
"We promise," Andrea answered tremulously. "Well," she added, "see you in a few centuries, Your Majesty."
Sivi, carrying Andrea's bag so that the younger girl could clasp Legolas' hand, gripped Vilya and wished hard.
This time, though, something was obviously horribly wrong. There was a violent yanking sensation, and Andrea felt Legolas' hand torn form her own. Then came the blackness.
HAHAHAHAHAHA! BET YOU THOUGHT IT WAS ENDING SOON! DIDN'T YOU! HA! WE PROVED YOU WRONG THEN! HAHAHAHA! Please click the magic review button on your way out. Thank you kindly.
~Phe-chan~
~Phe-chan~
"It's simple," Sivi explained. "It's so simple. Why not just take him to Galadriel? She can heal nearly anything."
Andrea surprised a strange light in Sivi's eyes. There was something that Siobhán was keeping back from them. Andrea began to think that she might know what it was.
"Can we move him, though?" Thranduil asked concernèdly.
"That's true, Mr. Joseph; wouldn't it be dangerous to try to jump time with Legolas so badly hurt?" Megan frowned.
"It's the only choice we have," Sarah answered, her eyes mirroring the strange and sudden brightness reflected in her cousin's.
"It's not our choice," Joseph said, his eyes also flaring intently. "it's Andrea's."
"Whatever Sivi wants to do is fine with me," Andrea whispered.
This abrupt deference on the part of Andrea where her Pretty One was concerned fairly astounded all but four people in the room: Sivi, Joseph, Sarah, and Andrea herself. Between these four there was a mutual understanding.
"Another concern that I wish to address," said Joseph, becoming oddly formal in his speech, "is why Thranduil should have used the term 'we.'"
"I'm going with you," Thranduil said uncertainly.
"You realize, then, that if you do, none of this will have happened, because Legolas will not have been born?" Joseph said quietly.
Thranduil balked.
"Actually," Sarah pointed out, "if he goes with us, the whole universe could be destroyed."
Several eyes widened like saucers, and all in the room paid Sarah rapt attention. Sivi smiled and muttered under her breath,
"The Grandfather Clause."
"You see," Sarah explained leisurely, "if you go back with us, Thranduil, Legolas will never be born. But, if Legolas is never born, then you will never have the opportunity to jump time with us, and Legolas will be born, but then you'll jump time with us, and he won't be born. No universe is made to handle a loop in time. It will self-destruct."
"Did we just cross over into 'Star Trek' or somethin'?" Christina drawled dubiously.
"No kidding," Jeremie muttered, shaking his head as if to clear away confusion's cobwebs.
"I suppose I'll just stay here, then," Thranduil said in a hushed voice.
"What is 'Star Trek'?" queried Gil-galad.
"You don't really plan to ask Galadriel to heal Legolas, do you?" Andrea asked Sivi after Gil-galad, Christina, Jeremie, Megan, Erynen, Erynsir, and Thranduil had gone for the night. Sarah chuckled.
"Not exactly," she grinned.
"If what we're planning works, we shouldn't have to," Joseph added.
"Why can't YOU heal him?" Andrea asked Joseph piteously.
"Healing is Estë's province," Joseph returned. "Galadriel has studied under Estë and Nienna. I have not."
"I wonder, sometimes, why the three of you DON'T do any more than you do," Andrea admitted quietly.
"We can't see everything, Andrea," Sivi explained softly. "We don't like to interfere in things we can't see ahead of time."
"It is unwise to meddle in Ilúvatar's designs," Joseph nodded.
"We've been taking some drastic measures to save Gil-galad," Sarah added.
"Yes. Sometimes now I regret not doing more to save this Elendil, but apparently it had been ordained that he should die that day," Joseph murmured.
"Wasn't it ordained that Gil-galad should die?" Andrea asked.
"Not so clearly," Sivi replied.
"Well, okay. If you three have a plan, okay," Andrea sighed. "I'm guessing it would break my brain if you tried to tell me?"
"Let me put it to you this way" Sivi said: "it almost breaks MY brain."
Andrea's eyes widened.
"Oooooooooooooo."
"Are we ready?" Joseph asked.
The group, including Erynen and Erynsir, stood outside of Ecthalion. Legolas lay unconscious still in Gil-galad's arms, wrapped in his burgundy velvet coverlet. Trembling, Thranduil kissed his son's brow and backed away.
"Take good care of him," he beseeched his new friends urgently.
"We promise," Andrea answered tremulously. "Well," she added, "see you in a few centuries, Your Majesty."
Sivi, carrying Andrea's bag so that the younger girl could clasp Legolas' hand, gripped Vilya and wished hard.
This time, though, something was obviously horribly wrong. There was a violent yanking sensation, and Andrea felt Legolas' hand torn form her own. Then came the blackness.
HAHAHAHAHAHA! BET YOU THOUGHT IT WAS ENDING SOON! DIDN'T YOU! HA! WE PROVED YOU WRONG THEN! HAHAHAHA! Please click the magic review button on your way out. Thank you kindly.
~Phe-chan~