New chapter for you! Now Dance!
~Phe-chan~
Gil-galad gazed around himself in wonder. The broad silver boles of Lothlorien stood tall and stately, their golden canopies adorned with Elven talan. These angelic catwalks glittered like the swan-white frost of Aman, draping and spiraling gracefully through the smooth branches, illumined by twinkling, ethereal, opalescent lights. This was the domain of Altariel, the Last Exile of Aman? This was her punishment?
Sarah tugged on his arm, steering him firmly across an elegantly arcing white bridge which spanned a slender silver stream and towards the most massive mallorn in the place, situated centrally in this vibrant city that Sarah called Caras Galadhon. A stair of crystal covered by an intricately crafted awning of silver and diamond arches swept, curving, up the side of the Great Tree. Sarah mounted this, pulling him after her. As they climbed Gil-galad noticed a sentry, tall, proud, and fair, start as Sarah passed. He had little time to wonder at it, for the stair continued its upward curl, and soon Sarah and Gil-galad stood before the thrones of Lord Celeborn and Lady Altariel Galadriel.
Galadriel and her husband came eagerly forward to meet Sarah, yet still managed somehow to maintain their serene superiority and detached composure.
"The Quest is, then, complete?" Celeborn inquired in his soft, unnerving voice.
"Uh, well, legolas still has Nenya, Christina's got Narya, and Sivi has Vilya," Sarah recited.
"And they are where?" Galadriel asked with an undercurrent of wariness; she sensed trouble.
"I have no idea," Sarah answered heavily. "Something went wrong when Sivi tried to bring us here again. Legolas is hurt."
Sarah proceeded to relate the whole adventure. Galadriel and Celeborn asked very few questions, and Galadriel seemed to know most of what had happened already, but she did ask Sarah to expound on the chainsaw ordeal.
"Well, Christina made the suggestion as a joke, but when Legolas found out what a chainsaw was, he gave me Nenya and asked me and Christina to return to our world to get one. When we got back, Legolas had been drafted, and all the others were gone, so we just used Nenya to zap us ahead to the battlefield.
"Christina found Círdan and threatened him within an inch of his life with the chain-saw, so he gave us Narya. Then he also decided he wanted to let us borrow his horse. No, in all seriousness, I really think we were able to make him understand why we needed Narya, so he gave it to us, and we returned the horse after the battle."
After all had been satisfactorily explained, the Lady of Light shook her head.
"It takes a powerful force to interfere in the workings of the Great Rings. We must find your friends, and soon."
"But we don't have a ring. We can't do anything," Sarah pointed out.
"Go and rest," Celeborn instructed. "The queen will take the time while you sleep to consult her mirror. We will devise some sort of plan."
"Yeah, a plan," Sarah sighed. "With all due respect, Your Majesties, all the plans we've made on this quest have fallen apart."
"Do not lose heart," Galadriel said with a sort of stern kindness. "There is still hope - there is always hope."
OK, there's the chapter, now press the magic review button! Look at it! It's saying "Press me!" How could you ignore such a sweet little plea?
~Phe-chan~
Gil-galad gazed around himself in wonder. The broad silver boles of Lothlorien stood tall and stately, their golden canopies adorned with Elven talan. These angelic catwalks glittered like the swan-white frost of Aman, draping and spiraling gracefully through the smooth branches, illumined by twinkling, ethereal, opalescent lights. This was the domain of Altariel, the Last Exile of Aman? This was her punishment?
Sarah tugged on his arm, steering him firmly across an elegantly arcing white bridge which spanned a slender silver stream and towards the most massive mallorn in the place, situated centrally in this vibrant city that Sarah called Caras Galadhon. A stair of crystal covered by an intricately crafted awning of silver and diamond arches swept, curving, up the side of the Great Tree. Sarah mounted this, pulling him after her. As they climbed Gil-galad noticed a sentry, tall, proud, and fair, start as Sarah passed. He had little time to wonder at it, for the stair continued its upward curl, and soon Sarah and Gil-galad stood before the thrones of Lord Celeborn and Lady Altariel Galadriel.
Galadriel and her husband came eagerly forward to meet Sarah, yet still managed somehow to maintain their serene superiority and detached composure.
"The Quest is, then, complete?" Celeborn inquired in his soft, unnerving voice.
"Uh, well, legolas still has Nenya, Christina's got Narya, and Sivi has Vilya," Sarah recited.
"And they are where?" Galadriel asked with an undercurrent of wariness; she sensed trouble.
"I have no idea," Sarah answered heavily. "Something went wrong when Sivi tried to bring us here again. Legolas is hurt."
Sarah proceeded to relate the whole adventure. Galadriel and Celeborn asked very few questions, and Galadriel seemed to know most of what had happened already, but she did ask Sarah to expound on the chainsaw ordeal.
"Well, Christina made the suggestion as a joke, but when Legolas found out what a chainsaw was, he gave me Nenya and asked me and Christina to return to our world to get one. When we got back, Legolas had been drafted, and all the others were gone, so we just used Nenya to zap us ahead to the battlefield.
"Christina found Círdan and threatened him within an inch of his life with the chain-saw, so he gave us Narya. Then he also decided he wanted to let us borrow his horse. No, in all seriousness, I really think we were able to make him understand why we needed Narya, so he gave it to us, and we returned the horse after the battle."
After all had been satisfactorily explained, the Lady of Light shook her head.
"It takes a powerful force to interfere in the workings of the Great Rings. We must find your friends, and soon."
"But we don't have a ring. We can't do anything," Sarah pointed out.
"Go and rest," Celeborn instructed. "The queen will take the time while you sleep to consult her mirror. We will devise some sort of plan."
"Yeah, a plan," Sarah sighed. "With all due respect, Your Majesties, all the plans we've made on this quest have fallen apart."
"Do not lose heart," Galadriel said with a sort of stern kindness. "There is still hope - there is always hope."
OK, there's the chapter, now press the magic review button! Look at it! It's saying "Press me!" How could you ignore such a sweet little plea?