Chapter 7
Disclaimer: Recognisable stuff *yawn* is Tolkien's *snore* ....
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Sopping wet, the six children who had been with Glorfindel came striding into Imladris when two more-or-less familiar figures rushed out at them.
"Look it's a tilapia run!"
"Look it's a tadpole run!" [A/N: Remember?]
"Gwen? Pris? What are you doing here?"
"We could ask you the same question!"
Aragorn cut and ran into the building. Entering a chamber, he found Elrond.
"Ada? I see Glorfindel made it back in time."
"Only just. He was beginning to fade."
"Gandalf! You're here!"
"Arrived yesterday."
"What kept you?"
"It's a long tale. Let's have yours first. I know well enough that if Aragorn comes running to find his father first and not seek out Evenstar then there is an important tale to tell."
Aragorn turned crimson, then related the story of Glorfindel and the girls and their familiarity with the other two. Elrond looked up sharply.
"How many were there?"
"Six. I left them down in the courtyard."
"Have them brought to my study. This is important. I'll see them once I'm done with Frodo. Glorfindel, be so good as to see to them, will you?"
The rest of the colour drained off the elf's already pale face.
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Sara grinned. They were finally out of the snow, allowing for greater mobility for her. Legolas did not share her elation. Twenty death threats he had made to her already, and none had come even one step closer to being fulfilled. Sara was always ready with more smart-alec retorts and comments. At least there were only two more days to Rivendell. Two loooong, loooong days.
Turning back, he called to Sara, "Hurry up!"
"Why? The weather's fine, so many little birdies to watch, all the nice flowers to pick...."
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In Rivendell, the main group of girls were turning Elrond's study upside down. Polinn, Shuwen, and Diana, being the three who normally tried to get the teachers reading LOTR (and failing quite miserably), were helping themselves to the tantalizing volumes on the shelves. Unfortunately, the volumes dealing with the earlier history of Middle Earth were on the....less accessible shelves, that, it was clear, even an elf needed a chair to reach. They were soon joined by Silei, a more recent LOTR fan.
If this sounded harmless enough, the scramble for the books had made a whole shelf tip over its burden onto the floor, the books knocking over (and breaking) a large overstuffed armchair with their combined weight and potential energy that had been converted into kinetic energy by falling off a height of roughly two metres. [A/N: stupid Science worksheet]
Meanwhile, Inez was playing cards with Gwen. Evidently, the pack had been in her pocket when they were whisked away. Pris and Claire sniggered away from the sidelines. There was a lot of cursing on their part. Guess why.
A matter of hours later, Elrond reentered his study. To find a whole shelf broken, his precious volumes scattered over the floor, his chair broken, and a pack of cards which Gwen had, in frustration, thrown into the grate. Glorfindel had long fled.
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Damndamndamndamn. Stupid parents blocked access to the com. Says I should spend more time with that annoying sister of mine. Fat hope. That egocentric little git. I think posting this is going to fall behind schedule.
Disclaimer: Recognisable stuff *yawn* is Tolkien's *snore* ....
Blah. No comments yet.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sopping wet, the six children who had been with Glorfindel came striding into Imladris when two more-or-less familiar figures rushed out at them.
"Look it's a tilapia run!"
"Look it's a tadpole run!" [A/N: Remember?]
"Gwen? Pris? What are you doing here?"
"We could ask you the same question!"
Aragorn cut and ran into the building. Entering a chamber, he found Elrond.
"Ada? I see Glorfindel made it back in time."
"Only just. He was beginning to fade."
"Gandalf! You're here!"
"Arrived yesterday."
"What kept you?"
"It's a long tale. Let's have yours first. I know well enough that if Aragorn comes running to find his father first and not seek out Evenstar then there is an important tale to tell."
Aragorn turned crimson, then related the story of Glorfindel and the girls and their familiarity with the other two. Elrond looked up sharply.
"How many were there?"
"Six. I left them down in the courtyard."
"Have them brought to my study. This is important. I'll see them once I'm done with Frodo. Glorfindel, be so good as to see to them, will you?"
The rest of the colour drained off the elf's already pale face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sara grinned. They were finally out of the snow, allowing for greater mobility for her. Legolas did not share her elation. Twenty death threats he had made to her already, and none had come even one step closer to being fulfilled. Sara was always ready with more smart-alec retorts and comments. At least there were only two more days to Rivendell. Two loooong, loooong days.
Turning back, he called to Sara, "Hurry up!"
"Why? The weather's fine, so many little birdies to watch, all the nice flowers to pick...."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In Rivendell, the main group of girls were turning Elrond's study upside down. Polinn, Shuwen, and Diana, being the three who normally tried to get the teachers reading LOTR (and failing quite miserably), were helping themselves to the tantalizing volumes on the shelves. Unfortunately, the volumes dealing with the earlier history of Middle Earth were on the....less accessible shelves, that, it was clear, even an elf needed a chair to reach. They were soon joined by Silei, a more recent LOTR fan.
If this sounded harmless enough, the scramble for the books had made a whole shelf tip over its burden onto the floor, the books knocking over (and breaking) a large overstuffed armchair with their combined weight and potential energy that had been converted into kinetic energy by falling off a height of roughly two metres. [A/N: stupid Science worksheet]
Meanwhile, Inez was playing cards with Gwen. Evidently, the pack had been in her pocket when they were whisked away. Pris and Claire sniggered away from the sidelines. There was a lot of cursing on their part. Guess why.
A matter of hours later, Elrond reentered his study. To find a whole shelf broken, his precious volumes scattered over the floor, his chair broken, and a pack of cards which Gwen had, in frustration, thrown into the grate. Glorfindel had long fled.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Damndamndamndamn. Stupid parents blocked access to the com. Says I should spend more time with that annoying sister of mine. Fat hope. That egocentric little git. I think posting this is going to fall behind schedule.