Chapter 4: A *lot* of Arguments
A note. THIS IS NOT A MARY-SUE!!!!!!!! For god's sake the nine featured "drop-ins" are all real people who are all only twelve or thirteen! *bashes head into the wall* I repeat: NO MARY-SUE AND NO SLASH!
Disclaimer: Quote Clarenova "I diss the claimer"
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It was the third day Legolas had spent with Sara, and already he had gnawed his lip until it was almost bleeding. He had now resorted to making the girl sit in front of him, for the sake of his heavily abused hair, but now he wasn't too sure the horse was pleased. Sara, rather uncomfortable in that position, had taken to grabbing at the martingale ( that's the three straps of leather that meet at the horses' chest, looks something like dividing a circle into thirds or a peace sign minus the circle, argh I stink at descriptive.) every time she felt like falling off (very often) and in the process pulling back the poor animal so that it half reared.
Legolas once more had to stop the horse to let Sara get back into a comfortable position.
"Didn't they teach you to ride, wherever you came from?"
"No."
"Don't you even have horses? I mean, -"
"No, unless at the zoo. Don't you have cars?"
"What's that?!"
"My retort to you for asking stupid questions."
Sara quickly switched the subject before she had to go through the torture of explaining modern electronics to the elf again.
"Where are we going?"
"Up the Misty Mountains. We are taking the shortest route possible to Rivendell - the High Pass."
"Won't the horse not make it through?"
"It wouldn't. Soon I'll be sending it back to Mirkwood. It knows the way. What's more I think it'll be all too pleased to be rid of you."
"Thanks for the compliment."
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The largest group of the girls had spent the night with Glorfindel. Now Polinn was trying to convince Glorfindel, a little bemused as to where he might find the hobbits in so large an area, to head to Trollshaws. It was not easy going. What with being dragged through time and space and the nice plasma in space, then tramping through miles upon miles of woodland for a day and a half, not to mention lack of sleep, which did not exactly help tempers.
Glorfindel turned to Polinn.
"Are you sure we should be making for Trollshaws? Surely they can travel faster than that!"
"A million times yes, you twit." Polinn sighed.
"Nah, only perhaps a thousand."
"Shut up, Nez." Shuwen growled.
"Look," Diana snapped. "If you really doubt what we know we'll tell you! You're searching for the four perian, right? And one of them has the bloody One ring? We can tell you more. Aragorn's with them, the one who bears the ring got stabbed by the Witch-King, all nine are thundering after them! And we haven't gotten one single bloody mile without you two going on about "should we really go this way" and "what do you know about this". For God's sake! Can't you just trust Pofo and *MOVE*?"
Glorfindel had no reaction for some time except to look shocked, both by the news and the sudden outburst.
"Fine, fine, let's go"
"What took you so long?"
Glorfindel cringed a little and took hold of Asfaloth's bridle to lead him.
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A note. THIS IS NOT A MARY-SUE!!!!!!!! For god's sake the nine featured "drop-ins" are all real people who are all only twelve or thirteen! *bashes head into the wall* I repeat: NO MARY-SUE AND NO SLASH!
Disclaimer: Quote Clarenova "I diss the claimer"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was the third day Legolas had spent with Sara, and already he had gnawed his lip until it was almost bleeding. He had now resorted to making the girl sit in front of him, for the sake of his heavily abused hair, but now he wasn't too sure the horse was pleased. Sara, rather uncomfortable in that position, had taken to grabbing at the martingale ( that's the three straps of leather that meet at the horses' chest, looks something like dividing a circle into thirds or a peace sign minus the circle, argh I stink at descriptive.) every time she felt like falling off (very often) and in the process pulling back the poor animal so that it half reared.
Legolas once more had to stop the horse to let Sara get back into a comfortable position.
"Didn't they teach you to ride, wherever you came from?"
"No."
"Don't you even have horses? I mean, -"
"No, unless at the zoo. Don't you have cars?"
"What's that?!"
"My retort to you for asking stupid questions."
Sara quickly switched the subject before she had to go through the torture of explaining modern electronics to the elf again.
"Where are we going?"
"Up the Misty Mountains. We are taking the shortest route possible to Rivendell - the High Pass."
"Won't the horse not make it through?"
"It wouldn't. Soon I'll be sending it back to Mirkwood. It knows the way. What's more I think it'll be all too pleased to be rid of you."
"Thanks for the compliment."
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The largest group of the girls had spent the night with Glorfindel. Now Polinn was trying to convince Glorfindel, a little bemused as to where he might find the hobbits in so large an area, to head to Trollshaws. It was not easy going. What with being dragged through time and space and the nice plasma in space, then tramping through miles upon miles of woodland for a day and a half, not to mention lack of sleep, which did not exactly help tempers.
Glorfindel turned to Polinn.
"Are you sure we should be making for Trollshaws? Surely they can travel faster than that!"
"A million times yes, you twit." Polinn sighed.
"Nah, only perhaps a thousand."
"Shut up, Nez." Shuwen growled.
"Look," Diana snapped. "If you really doubt what we know we'll tell you! You're searching for the four perian, right? And one of them has the bloody One ring? We can tell you more. Aragorn's with them, the one who bears the ring got stabbed by the Witch-King, all nine are thundering after them! And we haven't gotten one single bloody mile without you two going on about "should we really go this way" and "what do you know about this". For God's sake! Can't you just trust Pofo and *MOVE*?"
Glorfindel had no reaction for some time except to look shocked, both by the news and the sudden outburst.
"Fine, fine, let's go"
"What took you so long?"
Glorfindel cringed a little and took hold of Asfaloth's bridle to lead him.
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