Chapter 3: Enter Sara
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I hope you people don't find this crap.
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Sara had found herself suddenly yanked away from an extra violent recess netball game to God-knows-where. And now she was on the way to Rivendell with a very irritated elven prince. Any normal being would have been in hysterics. However, Sara, having gotten her bearings and the situation, was *enjoying* herself. So you doubt her sanity? You have good reason to do so. Ah well, insanity is a trait of our old class.
Legolas had decided to continue to Rivendell with Sara. *Hopefully* Elrond would be able to deal with her. She was riding pillion behind him, and even now was playing with his hair. He rolled his eyes and quickened the pace. He was seriously doubting whether he would survive this journey.
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By late afternoon, Polinn and company had reached a bridge over a wide rushing river.
"Finally! Some signs there is civilization! I was starting to worry we had landed in the Mesozoic."
"Come on, let's see."
The girls were so busy examining the bridge for clues to where they might be they didn't notice the soft tinkle of harness bells or the dull clop- clop of a lone horse until the rider was upon them.
~*switch point of view*~
Glorfindel was having a very bad day. He had awoken to a particularly nasty prank by the twins Elladan and Elohir. Evidently, they were getting tired of using iced water - they had decided to use ink today. It had taken Glorfindel two hours to wash away the worst stains, and now his hair was still a little.bluish. Then Elrond had told him the Nine were on the loose and after a hobbit bearing the One. All Nine. And he had to find that hobbit before the Nazgul carved him up into mincemeat for the table of the Dark Lord.
And now, he had come upon six girls in .weird. clothing. Two were in short- sleeved shirts and dark blue shorts that only came down to the knees and that looked like skirts. (That's the RG uniform) and the other four were in white sleeveless dresses (the NY uniform) that again, to the elf, were waaay too short. Well, he had only ever seen elf ladies in nice long dresses that sweep the floor. And some had short hair. Again, he was probably too used to pretty long-haired elves, males included. After the quick introductions, he decided they were better off with him. Utterly weaponless (save for the penknives *some* habitually carried with them, and a fat lot of help against orcs they would be), and horseless, they would most definitely end up as orc-dinner if left by themselves. With all the peculiarities. the one with the insanely long braid (Polinn) kept going "Glorfy" in a series of excited high squeals that were getting increasingly annoying. It seemed Asfaloth thought so too. The horse was shifting his weight from side to side and chewing at something imaginary the way horses do when they are annoyed and tense. This was not good for the elf. He would probably be thrown by the animal if this kept up.
Then there was a shout. Glorfindel turned around to find Diana and Silei had grabbed hold of Polinn's braid and Shuwen was threatening to stuff something up her mouth if she didn't shut up. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued on. His relief was soon going to be short-lived.
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Back at Rivendell, Gwen and Pris had been taken to Elrond.
"Elladan, Elrohir, leave us awhile, will you?"
"But Ada. These."
"I will explain later."
Pris gulped.
"So you're not going to kill us?"
Elrond gave her a look.
"No. You see." he gestured to a long cushioned bench in front of the study's large picture window. "Your coming has been long expected."
Gwen let out a long, typical Gwen-shriek. [A/N: those I know, you know what I mean. To all you others, be glad you haven't heard it before. It's worse than a banshee.]
"WHAT???!!!"
"Sh!" Elrond turned to his bookcases and searched among the meticulously organized drawers. "I cannot easily reveal my information sources, but it is said you will have a great part to play in the War of the Ring. But we were expecting nine. What of the others?"
"What others?"
The elf-lord sighed.
"Perhaps the power was not strong enough to call all here at once. Never mind. You will be given rooms. We will wait until all appear to discuss this matter. Do not reveal this to anyone."
Just then a head poked itself around the door.
"Ada? We were downstairs just now and we thought we heard some chicken being slaughtered up here."
Pris poked Gwen's ribs in amusement.
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Right, hope this is still okay with you peoples (
Darn. Quick, change document before my mum finds out!!!!!
Disclaimer: What's Tolkien's is Tolkien's, satisfied?
I hope you people don't find this crap.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sara had found herself suddenly yanked away from an extra violent recess netball game to God-knows-where. And now she was on the way to Rivendell with a very irritated elven prince. Any normal being would have been in hysterics. However, Sara, having gotten her bearings and the situation, was *enjoying* herself. So you doubt her sanity? You have good reason to do so. Ah well, insanity is a trait of our old class.
Legolas had decided to continue to Rivendell with Sara. *Hopefully* Elrond would be able to deal with her. She was riding pillion behind him, and even now was playing with his hair. He rolled his eyes and quickened the pace. He was seriously doubting whether he would survive this journey.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
By late afternoon, Polinn and company had reached a bridge over a wide rushing river.
"Finally! Some signs there is civilization! I was starting to worry we had landed in the Mesozoic."
"Come on, let's see."
The girls were so busy examining the bridge for clues to where they might be they didn't notice the soft tinkle of harness bells or the dull clop- clop of a lone horse until the rider was upon them.
~*switch point of view*~
Glorfindel was having a very bad day. He had awoken to a particularly nasty prank by the twins Elladan and Elohir. Evidently, they were getting tired of using iced water - they had decided to use ink today. It had taken Glorfindel two hours to wash away the worst stains, and now his hair was still a little.bluish. Then Elrond had told him the Nine were on the loose and after a hobbit bearing the One. All Nine. And he had to find that hobbit before the Nazgul carved him up into mincemeat for the table of the Dark Lord.
And now, he had come upon six girls in .weird. clothing. Two were in short- sleeved shirts and dark blue shorts that only came down to the knees and that looked like skirts. (That's the RG uniform) and the other four were in white sleeveless dresses (the NY uniform) that again, to the elf, were waaay too short. Well, he had only ever seen elf ladies in nice long dresses that sweep the floor. And some had short hair. Again, he was probably too used to pretty long-haired elves, males included. After the quick introductions, he decided they were better off with him. Utterly weaponless (save for the penknives *some* habitually carried with them, and a fat lot of help against orcs they would be), and horseless, they would most definitely end up as orc-dinner if left by themselves. With all the peculiarities. the one with the insanely long braid (Polinn) kept going "Glorfy" in a series of excited high squeals that were getting increasingly annoying. It seemed Asfaloth thought so too. The horse was shifting his weight from side to side and chewing at something imaginary the way horses do when they are annoyed and tense. This was not good for the elf. He would probably be thrown by the animal if this kept up.
Then there was a shout. Glorfindel turned around to find Diana and Silei had grabbed hold of Polinn's braid and Shuwen was threatening to stuff something up her mouth if she didn't shut up. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued on. His relief was soon going to be short-lived.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Back at Rivendell, Gwen and Pris had been taken to Elrond.
"Elladan, Elrohir, leave us awhile, will you?"
"But Ada. These."
"I will explain later."
Pris gulped.
"So you're not going to kill us?"
Elrond gave her a look.
"No. You see." he gestured to a long cushioned bench in front of the study's large picture window. "Your coming has been long expected."
Gwen let out a long, typical Gwen-shriek. [A/N: those I know, you know what I mean. To all you others, be glad you haven't heard it before. It's worse than a banshee.]
"WHAT???!!!"
"Sh!" Elrond turned to his bookcases and searched among the meticulously organized drawers. "I cannot easily reveal my information sources, but it is said you will have a great part to play in the War of the Ring. But we were expecting nine. What of the others?"
"What others?"
The elf-lord sighed.
"Perhaps the power was not strong enough to call all here at once. Never mind. You will be given rooms. We will wait until all appear to discuss this matter. Do not reveal this to anyone."
Just then a head poked itself around the door.
"Ada? We were downstairs just now and we thought we heard some chicken being slaughtered up here."
Pris poked Gwen's ribs in amusement.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Right, hope this is still okay with you peoples (
Darn. Quick, change document before my mum finds out!!!!!