Chapter 15: Spirits, Heavenly or otherwise.
Disclaimer: Blah.
Yeah, I liked the previous chapter as well. It was *fun* imagining Fo in a dress.......
*Er.......runs off*
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Glorfindel tossed and turned in his bed, unable to get to sleep with all the questions weighing on his mind. Finally, he gave up. Slipping out of his room, he exited Rivendell and made for the woods outside. Reaching his favourite spot along a small stream, he seated himself on the soft grass. The elf gazed into the river, allowing himself to be mesmerized by the water flowing by like molten silver in the moonlight.
Then there was a mysterious voice in his head.
Glorfindel....
Ulmo!
My lord!
It has been long.
What would you desire of me, Heru-nin?
You are uneasy tonight. Unusually so.
My lord, the Peredhil has said the nine mortal children who are now here, the Valar chose them?
Indeed.
They are........ Not from this world or time, are they?
No, Laure-fin. You wonder why they know that much, do you not?
Yes.
Even the Valar can only guess. It is supposed to have something to do with the time frame they come from. They were chosen due to their extensive knowledge of our world. Especially three of them. The three who most often are the ringleaders. They know a lot more about what is to come.
Ah. That is.......very helpful. But they also know about the first age! I overheard then talking about it last night. How far back, or ahead, does their knowledge go?
Even the wisest cannot tell. [A/N: He plagiarized that off Galadriel.]But they will be useful in times ahead.
You could have chosen some with more manners!
There were none others who fit the description as perfectly as they did. The first three have the greatest knowledge. Their other friends have the specific talents we needed. But you must be careful. The orc-attack earlier today, do you really think it was a coincidence the orcs were so close to Rivendell when the Dark Lord is, in fact, gathering his forces? They have more use than you seem to think, Glorfindel.
Ahrgh. Very well.
The voice faded away, and Glorfindel returned to reality. With a sigh, he pulled himself together, muttering something about annoying incooperative Valar who made very wrong choices. Finally, Glorfindel decided it would not do much good just sitting there. He got up and headed back to Rivendell.
Making his way up the corridors, he passed the door to the girls' living room. A fire was still burning, and he could pick up two or three soft voices. It appeared they were still awake. Curious, the elf stopped to listen.
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Diana had been in no mood at all for sleep that night. Picking up the book on her dressing table (which had been very badly abused with the amount of reading material piled on it), she went out to the living room.
"Fo? You too?"
Polinn looked up from her own book.
"Huh?"
"Decided finishing this was a better way to spend time than sleeping."
"Me too."
Diana dropped into a deep armchair and absorbed herself in the Fall of Gondolin. It was a bad choice. Within minutes Polinn was reading over her shoulder, whimpering because she had *purposely* turned to the page about Ecthelion drowning in the Fountain. That stopped, much to Diana's relief, when another door opened and Shuwen came in. Dryly, before Shuwen could express her surprise, Diana sighed.
"Welcome to the pyjama party."
"It's not that. Just that the stupid tree outside keeps attacking the curtains. It's awfully annoying and noisy with all those flapping curtains. What's more they're white."
Polinn put on a hollow voice and rolled her eyes so that the whites showed.
"Oh, El - rond! I'm Elros come back to haunt yoooo!" She sang. Irritably, Diana whacked her with the Fall of Gondolin.
"Hoy!"
Shuwen decided to change the subject before the two could kill each other.
"Hmm.....You look like you'll be finishing this soon......."
"So?"
"You'd need another book......"
"Fo, what is this (self-proclaimed) Woodbridge escapee going on about?"(Woodbridge is Singapore's biggest mental hospital)
"Search me."
"Where to start?"
"Shu, JUST GET TO THE BLOODY FREAKIN' POINT, WILL YOU?!"
"Yeah. The poor bush will die, the way you're beating about it."
"Dare you to go get a book from the library without any lantern or source of light whatsoever. Furthermore it has to be from the corner shelf, the highest level."
Diana grinned. Fun.
"And what if we manage it?"
She glanced over to Polinn. It seemed she didn't exactly share the same view.
"You mean the darkest corner, the one with the two-and-a-half-metre-tall shelf?!"
"Yep. Oh, and I forgot. No ladder provided."
"Piece of cake."
They put out the fire and Diana went to open the door. She opened it and walked out.....
............straight into the back of a softly-glowing being. Her glasses fell off. Seeing as Diana could not see without the glasses, all she could make out in the gloom of the corridor was a fuzzy shape, glowing eerily in whatever moonlight made it into the space there.
"GHOST!!!!!!!"
Polinn and Shuwen pounded out just in time for Diana, backing away at a run, to ram into them. Polinn, busy replaiting her hair, did not see it coming. She fell onto Diana, Shu tripped over the two on the floor, the momentum carrying her over them to land atop the softly-glowing being. This had all happened in the short space of half a minute.
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Glorfindel had tried to run off once he heard the girls headed out. Then Diana had walked right into him. He had been forced to double over when Diana kicked him, screaming "ghost", and then Shuwen had landed on his back. He fell onto Polinn and Diana, Shuwen scrambled madly off. Then she realized who it was.
"Glor?!" She yelled incredulously.
At this the two down on the floor stopped struggling. Polinn threw Glorfindel off her back. Diana, finally straightening up, felt around and found her glasses, which, by some strike of luck, had landed by the wall, out of harm's way.
"All right. What on earth are you doing here?"
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Heehee. Glorfy is in for it.........
Disclaimer: Blah.
Yeah, I liked the previous chapter as well. It was *fun* imagining Fo in a dress.......
*Er.......runs off*
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Glorfindel tossed and turned in his bed, unable to get to sleep with all the questions weighing on his mind. Finally, he gave up. Slipping out of his room, he exited Rivendell and made for the woods outside. Reaching his favourite spot along a small stream, he seated himself on the soft grass. The elf gazed into the river, allowing himself to be mesmerized by the water flowing by like molten silver in the moonlight.
Then there was a mysterious voice in his head.
Glorfindel....
Ulmo!
My lord!
It has been long.
What would you desire of me, Heru-nin?
You are uneasy tonight. Unusually so.
My lord, the Peredhil has said the nine mortal children who are now here, the Valar chose them?
Indeed.
They are........ Not from this world or time, are they?
No, Laure-fin. You wonder why they know that much, do you not?
Yes.
Even the Valar can only guess. It is supposed to have something to do with the time frame they come from. They were chosen due to their extensive knowledge of our world. Especially three of them. The three who most often are the ringleaders. They know a lot more about what is to come.
Ah. That is.......very helpful. But they also know about the first age! I overheard then talking about it last night. How far back, or ahead, does their knowledge go?
Even the wisest cannot tell. [A/N: He plagiarized that off Galadriel.]But they will be useful in times ahead.
You could have chosen some with more manners!
There were none others who fit the description as perfectly as they did. The first three have the greatest knowledge. Their other friends have the specific talents we needed. But you must be careful. The orc-attack earlier today, do you really think it was a coincidence the orcs were so close to Rivendell when the Dark Lord is, in fact, gathering his forces? They have more use than you seem to think, Glorfindel.
Ahrgh. Very well.
The voice faded away, and Glorfindel returned to reality. With a sigh, he pulled himself together, muttering something about annoying incooperative Valar who made very wrong choices. Finally, Glorfindel decided it would not do much good just sitting there. He got up and headed back to Rivendell.
Making his way up the corridors, he passed the door to the girls' living room. A fire was still burning, and he could pick up two or three soft voices. It appeared they were still awake. Curious, the elf stopped to listen.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Diana had been in no mood at all for sleep that night. Picking up the book on her dressing table (which had been very badly abused with the amount of reading material piled on it), she went out to the living room.
"Fo? You too?"
Polinn looked up from her own book.
"Huh?"
"Decided finishing this was a better way to spend time than sleeping."
"Me too."
Diana dropped into a deep armchair and absorbed herself in the Fall of Gondolin. It was a bad choice. Within minutes Polinn was reading over her shoulder, whimpering because she had *purposely* turned to the page about Ecthelion drowning in the Fountain. That stopped, much to Diana's relief, when another door opened and Shuwen came in. Dryly, before Shuwen could express her surprise, Diana sighed.
"Welcome to the pyjama party."
"It's not that. Just that the stupid tree outside keeps attacking the curtains. It's awfully annoying and noisy with all those flapping curtains. What's more they're white."
Polinn put on a hollow voice and rolled her eyes so that the whites showed.
"Oh, El - rond! I'm Elros come back to haunt yoooo!" She sang. Irritably, Diana whacked her with the Fall of Gondolin.
"Hoy!"
Shuwen decided to change the subject before the two could kill each other.
"Hmm.....You look like you'll be finishing this soon......."
"So?"
"You'd need another book......"
"Fo, what is this (self-proclaimed) Woodbridge escapee going on about?"(Woodbridge is Singapore's biggest mental hospital)
"Search me."
"Where to start?"
"Shu, JUST GET TO THE BLOODY FREAKIN' POINT, WILL YOU?!"
"Yeah. The poor bush will die, the way you're beating about it."
"Dare you to go get a book from the library without any lantern or source of light whatsoever. Furthermore it has to be from the corner shelf, the highest level."
Diana grinned. Fun.
"And what if we manage it?"
She glanced over to Polinn. It seemed she didn't exactly share the same view.
"You mean the darkest corner, the one with the two-and-a-half-metre-tall shelf?!"
"Yep. Oh, and I forgot. No ladder provided."
"Piece of cake."
They put out the fire and Diana went to open the door. She opened it and walked out.....
............straight into the back of a softly-glowing being. Her glasses fell off. Seeing as Diana could not see without the glasses, all she could make out in the gloom of the corridor was a fuzzy shape, glowing eerily in whatever moonlight made it into the space there.
"GHOST!!!!!!!"
Polinn and Shuwen pounded out just in time for Diana, backing away at a run, to ram into them. Polinn, busy replaiting her hair, did not see it coming. She fell onto Diana, Shu tripped over the two on the floor, the momentum carrying her over them to land atop the softly-glowing being. This had all happened in the short space of half a minute.
*
Glorfindel had tried to run off once he heard the girls headed out. Then Diana had walked right into him. He had been forced to double over when Diana kicked him, screaming "ghost", and then Shuwen had landed on his back. He fell onto Polinn and Diana, Shuwen scrambled madly off. Then she realized who it was.
"Glor?!" She yelled incredulously.
At this the two down on the floor stopped struggling. Polinn threw Glorfindel off her back. Diana, finally straightening up, felt around and found her glasses, which, by some strike of luck, had landed by the wall, out of harm's way.
"All right. What on earth are you doing here?"
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Heehee. Glorfy is in for it.........