Chapter 10
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Thanks for all the positive feedback, people!
Pofo? Valar-sent? ROTFL!!!!!!! You know, that gave a nice ikkle mental picture of Fo in a nice long white *dress* with huge angel wings and a *halo* on her head, fluttering up to heaven and glowing just like Glorfy. :)
*Er....why don't I just....disappear and leave you people to read, huh?*
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Pris and Diana were spending the rest of the evening figuring how to handle charcoal and parchment. Seated in a corner of the stables, they watched the others as they got used to their mounts.
"Ahrgh!"
Pris let out a cry of frustration as the brittle charcoal stick broke yet again. She took up the drawing board, parchment, and pieces of stick, and angrily lobbed them away from her.
"Ow!"
Glorfindel was caught unawares as he entered the stables by a load of objects come flying at his head.
"Oops."
Polinn sniggered.
"Still alive, Glor?"
"You show touching concern."
"Sheesh. But I thought it was you who told Legs that if he valued his life he'd stay away from us?"
"Duty beckons. Lord Elrond wants to see you *all*."
"Uh-oh......"
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Nine sheepish-looking girls were ushered into Elrond's study. The lord of Imaldris looked up from a battered, crumbling scroll on his table, then nodded to Glorfindel to leave them alone awhile. As the elf exited quickly, Shuwen gulped as Elrond drew all the curtains and closed all the surrounding doors to the circular room.
"We are soooo dead."
"I'm never gonna eat curry again!"
"What makes you think we'll still be alive to do so?"
Elrond returned from shutting off their paths of escape.
"Alright, this is a matter of utmost importance, not for laughter."
"We were laughing?"
"You *must* keep this a secret form all."
"Huh?"
"You're not going to kill us?"
"I think that isn't needed."
"Why the ---"
They could have sworn Elrond was smirking, if not for the need to retain his already much-diminished dignity.
"You know about the trouble that is currently threatening Middle Earth, do you not?"
Inez, the most verbose of the gang, could barely get the words out.
"The One ring? Sauron?"
"Yes. The Fellowship of companions to be chosen?"
"Yeah, the council's in two days time, if I got my dates right. I mean, Frodo's *supposed* to awaken tomorrow, if I'm not mistaken."
"You wouldn't be mistaken, O walking Tolkien encyclopedia."
"Shut up!"
"You really are the ones. Have you wondered why you are nine gathered here?"
"Gwen? Diana? You're supposed to be the ones aceing lit, you know."
"God you people are slow. Nine people, nine Riders. Need I elaborate?"
"Ooooh boy."
"I think you get it. Nine of you to challenge the evil nine. I now will reveal that you were all chosen long ages ago for this task. The Valar chose you, and it is said each has a specific talent crucial to this task. But these you must discover by yourselves."
"Oh that's a fat lot of help. Imagine I think I'm supposed to be the one finding the way out of stupid forests and it turns out I should have been the one drawing the Nazgul off and by the time we discover it we'd be dead or converted to speaking orc."
"Believe."
"Listen to the Guiness beer ad."
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Alright, this one was kinda short cos we're going out to watch Oliver and we have to leave the house in fifteen minute's time so I gotta run.
Disclaimer: Tolkien owns the lot.
Thanks for all the positive feedback, people!
Pofo? Valar-sent? ROTFL!!!!!!! You know, that gave a nice ikkle mental picture of Fo in a nice long white *dress* with huge angel wings and a *halo* on her head, fluttering up to heaven and glowing just like Glorfy. :)
*Er....why don't I just....disappear and leave you people to read, huh?*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pris and Diana were spending the rest of the evening figuring how to handle charcoal and parchment. Seated in a corner of the stables, they watched the others as they got used to their mounts.
"Ahrgh!"
Pris let out a cry of frustration as the brittle charcoal stick broke yet again. She took up the drawing board, parchment, and pieces of stick, and angrily lobbed them away from her.
"Ow!"
Glorfindel was caught unawares as he entered the stables by a load of objects come flying at his head.
"Oops."
Polinn sniggered.
"Still alive, Glor?"
"You show touching concern."
"Sheesh. But I thought it was you who told Legs that if he valued his life he'd stay away from us?"
"Duty beckons. Lord Elrond wants to see you *all*."
"Uh-oh......"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nine sheepish-looking girls were ushered into Elrond's study. The lord of Imaldris looked up from a battered, crumbling scroll on his table, then nodded to Glorfindel to leave them alone awhile. As the elf exited quickly, Shuwen gulped as Elrond drew all the curtains and closed all the surrounding doors to the circular room.
"We are soooo dead."
"I'm never gonna eat curry again!"
"What makes you think we'll still be alive to do so?"
Elrond returned from shutting off their paths of escape.
"Alright, this is a matter of utmost importance, not for laughter."
"We were laughing?"
"You *must* keep this a secret form all."
"Huh?"
"You're not going to kill us?"
"I think that isn't needed."
"Why the ---"
They could have sworn Elrond was smirking, if not for the need to retain his already much-diminished dignity.
"You know about the trouble that is currently threatening Middle Earth, do you not?"
Inez, the most verbose of the gang, could barely get the words out.
"The One ring? Sauron?"
"Yes. The Fellowship of companions to be chosen?"
"Yeah, the council's in two days time, if I got my dates right. I mean, Frodo's *supposed* to awaken tomorrow, if I'm not mistaken."
"You wouldn't be mistaken, O walking Tolkien encyclopedia."
"Shut up!"
"You really are the ones. Have you wondered why you are nine gathered here?"
"Gwen? Diana? You're supposed to be the ones aceing lit, you know."
"God you people are slow. Nine people, nine Riders. Need I elaborate?"
"Ooooh boy."
"I think you get it. Nine of you to challenge the evil nine. I now will reveal that you were all chosen long ages ago for this task. The Valar chose you, and it is said each has a specific talent crucial to this task. But these you must discover by yourselves."
"Oh that's a fat lot of help. Imagine I think I'm supposed to be the one finding the way out of stupid forests and it turns out I should have been the one drawing the Nazgul off and by the time we discover it we'd be dead or converted to speaking orc."
"Believe."
"Listen to the Guiness beer ad."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Alright, this one was kinda short cos we're going out to watch Oliver and we have to leave the house in fifteen minute's time so I gotta run.