Chapter 14: Of Contact lenses and Poems
Disclaimer: Not mine, not yours, not his, not hers. It's Tolkien's.
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"Glor I am not going to wear that *dress*!"
"Why not?"
"One. It's long. Two. It's red. Three. It's a dress. Four. NO I WILL NOT!"
Glorfindel rolled his eyes, exasperated.
"You are not going to present yourself at the feast so dressed!"
He gestured to the torn, mudstained, and even slightly bloodied clothes Polinn was wearing.
Then the doors flung open roughly and Diana stormed in followed by Silei and Pris, both in laughing fits. Gwen trailed a metre or so behind, watching the scene with interest.
"You should have seen Erestor's face, Fo!" Silei laughed. "When it hit the door with a clack...."
Pris continued the tale.
"And came apart!"
"And now the poor elf is searching for a needle in a big haystack!"
"Two needles, actually."
Polinn was bemused.
"D, what exactly are those two going on about?"
No response. Just one of Diana's worst glares, the type she usually saved for CSY, archenemy of the primary 6 GEPs (don't ask) of Raffles Girls' Primary, which was where they all came from. Polinn knew better than to ask again, so she turned to Gwen.
"I have no idea! Honest!"
So finally, they made Pris and Silei calm down enough to relate the tale to them, Glorfindel included.
"Erestor saw one of our sketches on the table in D's room."
"He went to see."
"He picked it up."
"He was absolutely fascinated by the sketch."
"D's contact lens case was lying on the parchment."
"It flew off!"
"Hit the door!"
"The porcelain smashed!"
"The lenses landed on the carpet!" They finished with glee.
"And now he has to find them or I think D's gonna kill him as *slowly* as possible....."
[A/N: Based on a true incident so I know how hard it gets!!!! Poor Erestor....]
Polinn and Gwen were, by this time, collapsed over the table in laughter. That earned Polinn a savage tug on the braid.
"Hey! I need those contacts or my flimsy specs get knocked out of shape by you people!"
"Your fault for being do fashion conscious and choosing those specs!"
Gwen put on a wise-sage look.
"Ah, Pofo, HongKong people are naturally *very* fashion conscious."
Diana kicked her.
Glorfindel was looking lost.
"What on the whole of Aman are you talking about?!"
"Nothing you need to worry your pretty braided head about."
SLAM.
Diana had made a point of exiting the room in a fine temper. Further down the corridor more doors banged.
"Oh, great. Better get them all to evacuate the building or some poor being will get *mauled*."
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Eventually by some miracle Erestor managed to find Diana's contacts amidst the thick carpet. Polinn had reached a compromise with Glorfindel to wear a plain white dress that did not trail the ground.
Looking positively angelic, the girls took their seats. Up at the high table, the two elves breathed a sigh of relief. It *seemed* they had no intention to cause trouble. For the present.
"Hmm...... It's the Hall of Fire next...."
"Earendil."
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They made it through dinner relatively trouble-free, much to the relief of the two elves. Then they went to the Hall of Fire. The girls seated themselves around a pillar and listened.
"Hey look! Bilbo's there!"
"And Glorfy."
Quickly they made it over to join the audience. Bilbo was just starting.
~*Switch POV*~
Glorfindel, and a group of other elves, gathered around to listen to Bilbo's latest poem. Then he noticed the girls headed over. Oh boy. However, as the poem went on and no trouble occurred, he began to relax, listening to the voices reciting the poem. Then realization smacked him straight in the face. Voices?
Bilbo's loud voice and a few softer ones. Polinn, Shuwen, and Diana, as well as Sara joining in on the bits that she knew! How did they know? This was supposed to be a poem made up just today, how could Bilbo have taught them? They knew it so well too.
"......For ever still a herald on on an errand that should never rest To bear his shining lamp afar, The Flammifer of Westernesse."
As the poem came to an end Glorfindel, out of curiosity, drew the Polinn and Shuwen aside.
"How on earth did you learn that?"
"A book."
"Books? How can it be?"
"You wouldn't understand, Glor."
The conversation was abruptly cut short as Erestor's voice drifted over.
"Maybe we should have our guests entertain us a little."
The dark-haired elf motioned to the girls.
"What the -"
"*Entertain*!!!"
Elrond's chief counseller smirked.
"Payback is sweet."
Silei could not resist.
"Mibo orch," (Go kiss an orc)
But by then the elflings had struck up with "We wanna guests to sing!" so it was going to be quite futile to attempt escape. The girls were dragged to the center of the group, leaving Glorfindel standing very confused, his question unanswered.
The girls held a quick whispered conference.
"Now what?!"
"What *can* we do?"
"Something we all know, I guess."
"I don't really think they'd take to Battle of the Boiling Water..." [ A/N: It's a poem from the Taggerung by Brian Jacques, part of the Redwall series. It was also our favourite reciting poem on fieldtrips, sitting in the back of the bus annoying the teachers.]
"The poem Gimli does in Moria? I mean, relatively short and easy."
"Gwen, Pris, Nez, Claire, Silei, *and* Sara don't know it. It's only us three that actually do the memorising."
"Good for us, then!" Sara grinned. "We can just sit back and listen to you people."
Death glares and several tugs on the hair were what Sara got for opening her overly large mouth.
"We're waiting....." Erestor called in a singsong voice. Diana, still rather mad at him, made a mental note to corner him and kill him later on.
"The world was young, the mountains green No stain yet on the moon was seen No word were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone...."
Highly unsettled, his mind in a whirl, Glorfindel tried to collect his thoughts. It seemed the girls knew a lot more than showed. A flashback started playing across his mind.
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".....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!......."
****
Then there was the overheard conversation from last night. He had overheard Diana and Shuwen discussing "Gondolin" and "Beren and Luthien" and something about "Angband". And they knew Elvish, as was seen from the *piece of parchment* stuck to the wall of Aragorn's room, and Silei's *remark* just now.
How much did they know?......
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Argh. Crappy. My brain is currently hanging and unable to churn up anything good. All that homework we're getting. I shall leave the next chapter to Chan.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not yours, not his, not hers. It's Tolkien's.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Glor I am not going to wear that *dress*!"
"Why not?"
"One. It's long. Two. It's red. Three. It's a dress. Four. NO I WILL NOT!"
Glorfindel rolled his eyes, exasperated.
"You are not going to present yourself at the feast so dressed!"
He gestured to the torn, mudstained, and even slightly bloodied clothes Polinn was wearing.
Then the doors flung open roughly and Diana stormed in followed by Silei and Pris, both in laughing fits. Gwen trailed a metre or so behind, watching the scene with interest.
"You should have seen Erestor's face, Fo!" Silei laughed. "When it hit the door with a clack...."
Pris continued the tale.
"And came apart!"
"And now the poor elf is searching for a needle in a big haystack!"
"Two needles, actually."
Polinn was bemused.
"D, what exactly are those two going on about?"
No response. Just one of Diana's worst glares, the type she usually saved for CSY, archenemy of the primary 6 GEPs (don't ask) of Raffles Girls' Primary, which was where they all came from. Polinn knew better than to ask again, so she turned to Gwen.
"I have no idea! Honest!"
So finally, they made Pris and Silei calm down enough to relate the tale to them, Glorfindel included.
"Erestor saw one of our sketches on the table in D's room."
"He went to see."
"He picked it up."
"He was absolutely fascinated by the sketch."
"D's contact lens case was lying on the parchment."
"It flew off!"
"Hit the door!"
"The porcelain smashed!"
"The lenses landed on the carpet!" They finished with glee.
"And now he has to find them or I think D's gonna kill him as *slowly* as possible....."
[A/N: Based on a true incident so I know how hard it gets!!!! Poor Erestor....]
Polinn and Gwen were, by this time, collapsed over the table in laughter. That earned Polinn a savage tug on the braid.
"Hey! I need those contacts or my flimsy specs get knocked out of shape by you people!"
"Your fault for being do fashion conscious and choosing those specs!"
Gwen put on a wise-sage look.
"Ah, Pofo, HongKong people are naturally *very* fashion conscious."
Diana kicked her.
Glorfindel was looking lost.
"What on the whole of Aman are you talking about?!"
"Nothing you need to worry your pretty braided head about."
SLAM.
Diana had made a point of exiting the room in a fine temper. Further down the corridor more doors banged.
"Oh, great. Better get them all to evacuate the building or some poor being will get *mauled*."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Eventually by some miracle Erestor managed to find Diana's contacts amidst the thick carpet. Polinn had reached a compromise with Glorfindel to wear a plain white dress that did not trail the ground.
Looking positively angelic, the girls took their seats. Up at the high table, the two elves breathed a sigh of relief. It *seemed* they had no intention to cause trouble. For the present.
"Hmm...... It's the Hall of Fire next...."
"Earendil."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They made it through dinner relatively trouble-free, much to the relief of the two elves. Then they went to the Hall of Fire. The girls seated themselves around a pillar and listened.
"Hey look! Bilbo's there!"
"And Glorfy."
Quickly they made it over to join the audience. Bilbo was just starting.
~*Switch POV*~
Glorfindel, and a group of other elves, gathered around to listen to Bilbo's latest poem. Then he noticed the girls headed over. Oh boy. However, as the poem went on and no trouble occurred, he began to relax, listening to the voices reciting the poem. Then realization smacked him straight in the face. Voices?
Bilbo's loud voice and a few softer ones. Polinn, Shuwen, and Diana, as well as Sara joining in on the bits that she knew! How did they know? This was supposed to be a poem made up just today, how could Bilbo have taught them? They knew it so well too.
"......For ever still a herald on on an errand that should never rest To bear his shining lamp afar, The Flammifer of Westernesse."
As the poem came to an end Glorfindel, out of curiosity, drew the Polinn and Shuwen aside.
"How on earth did you learn that?"
"A book."
"Books? How can it be?"
"You wouldn't understand, Glor."
The conversation was abruptly cut short as Erestor's voice drifted over.
"Maybe we should have our guests entertain us a little."
The dark-haired elf motioned to the girls.
"What the -"
"*Entertain*!!!"
Elrond's chief counseller smirked.
"Payback is sweet."
Silei could not resist.
"Mibo orch," (Go kiss an orc)
But by then the elflings had struck up with "We wanna guests to sing!" so it was going to be quite futile to attempt escape. The girls were dragged to the center of the group, leaving Glorfindel standing very confused, his question unanswered.
The girls held a quick whispered conference.
"Now what?!"
"What *can* we do?"
"Something we all know, I guess."
"I don't really think they'd take to Battle of the Boiling Water..." [ A/N: It's a poem from the Taggerung by Brian Jacques, part of the Redwall series. It was also our favourite reciting poem on fieldtrips, sitting in the back of the bus annoying the teachers.]
"The poem Gimli does in Moria? I mean, relatively short and easy."
"Gwen, Pris, Nez, Claire, Silei, *and* Sara don't know it. It's only us three that actually do the memorising."
"Good for us, then!" Sara grinned. "We can just sit back and listen to you people."
Death glares and several tugs on the hair were what Sara got for opening her overly large mouth.
"We're waiting....." Erestor called in a singsong voice. Diana, still rather mad at him, made a mental note to corner him and kill him later on.
"The world was young, the mountains green No stain yet on the moon was seen No word were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone...."
Highly unsettled, his mind in a whirl, Glorfindel tried to collect his thoughts. It seemed the girls knew a lot more than showed. A flashback started playing across his mind.
****
".....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!......."
****
Then there was the overheard conversation from last night. He had overheard Diana and Shuwen discussing "Gondolin" and "Beren and Luthien" and something about "Angband". And they knew Elvish, as was seen from the *piece of parchment* stuck to the wall of Aragorn's room, and Silei's *remark* just now.
How much did they know?......
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Argh. Crappy. My brain is currently hanging and unable to churn up anything good. All that homework we're getting. I shall leave the next chapter to Chan.