Vacationing in Middle Earth
By: Writes with Block
Author's Notes: Well, this is the third update in three days. I'm not sure what's pushing me to update so much but I don't think anyone is really going to call me on that one. So here's yet another chapter. There should only be three left unless I throw a bunch of stuff together. Which I might just do cause I don't wanna go to far into stuff cause I'm not really sure about some of the details. So here we go.
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Disclaimer: Fifteen chapters and it still isn't mine.
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Chapter Fifteen: The Ominious Music Continues
"Lord Faramir!" Jo shouted, scrambling after him. "Lord Faramir!"
Faramir turned to look at her.
"I'm Jo. We meet earlier. I can see the future."
"Oh right. Did you need something?"
"Well, I, um, kinda...wanted to talk to you about...uh..."
"Is some evil going to befall me? Is this way you insist on standing beside me?"
"Not much gets by you does it my lord?"
"What have you seen befalling me?"
"Uh, well. Yer going to get sick and Aragorn is going to save your life."
"If he is going to save me then why must you follow me?"
Jo's face went blank and she desperately tried to think of a reason. "The future is fickle and revealing too much can shift the focus of all events."
"In other words you don't want to tell me."
"Exactly. So can I shadow your every move?"
"If you can keep up."
"I sure can try!"
Jo followed Faramir as closely as she could.
"Your legs are too short."
"Shawn?" Jo whirled around. I thought I told you...Yer not Shawn. Yer that elf from Helm's Deep! The one that threw me into the fight! I've still got bandages on my legs from you!"
"Cake or death?" the tall, braided elf asked.
"Damnit! Can I choose death for you?'
"No. He's getting away."
"Ah! Crap!" Jo scrambled after Faramir and the elf followed her. "Don't you have something better to do with your time?"
The elf shrugged. "Not really. I've got all the time in the world. I'm an elf."
"This is where our paths split milady," Faramir said suddenly, turning around. "I must head back to the battle field."
"And I must stay here and cower in cowardliness Lord Faramir. I wish you well."
"Pansy," the elf mumbled.
"Do you have a name or something?" Jo mumbled.
"Morwen Súrion."
"Sounds like something from the Internet. Why are you following me?"
Morwen shrugged. "Nothing better to do with my time. There's a war here, a fight there. You're funny to watch."
"I'm glad you think so. Leave me alone please," Jo said and started walking away.
"Can't," Morwen answered, following her.
"And why not?"
"Cause I brought you here."
Jo whirled around. "You what?"
"Bye!" Morwen chanted and ran away.
"Come back damnit!!" Jo shouted, chasing after her.
"Run, run as fast as you can! You can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man!" Morwen sang cheerfully as she ran lithely away.
"How did you bring me here? And why?! Answer me!"
"Ask me no more questions and I'll tell you no more lies!"
"Fine! No more questions! Just answer the ones I all ready asked!"
"Nope. That's not part of our deal."
"What deal? We never made a deal! Send me home before something eats me!!"
"No!"
"Why!?"
"Because I've been bored!"
"You brought me here to entertain you? When I catch you I'm going to cut your braid off and strangle you with it!"
"You can't catch me! I'm an elf!" Morwen proved her skills by hurtling several people and forcing Jo to shove her way through the crowd. "Yer just a human even if you are funny! Its your fault yer here anyway!"
"Whaddya mean?"
"Who in their right mind opens a hiccuping closet?"
"My friend that's who! How do I get back home?!"
"Ask your wizard friend! And watch your step!"
"WhaAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
Jo landed heavily on a stack of saddle blankets and right in front of Pippin and Shawn, who were sharing a bag of peanut butter M&Ms.
Both Shawn and Pippin looked up to the ledge Jo had run off of.
"Do you fly?" Pippin asked, chocolate all over his chin.
"Did you learn?" Shawn asked, still looking at the ledge.
"No I can't fly!" Jo shouted, struggling to pull herself from her landing pad. "I fell off that stupid ledge chasing that elf from Helm's Deep! She said she sent us here! All of this is happening cause you opened that stupid closet door!"
"Dhuh," Shawn chuckled. "I could have told you that. Where's Faramir? Weren't you babysitting him?"
"He ran off to the battle front," Jo mumbled, snatching some chocolates from Pippin.
"You didn't follow him? Some baby sitter you are."
Jo sighed. "Did you talk to Gandalf?"
"I tried but that crazy old king guy wouldn't let me get close. So we went for a walk."
"Lets get some sleep."
"Don't think that's such a good idea," Shawn mumbled, whipping her hands on her jeans.
"Why not?"
"Don't you hear the ominous music?"
Jo glanced up and to her surprise she did hear ominous music. "Time to hide."
"Let me show you the stable."
"Righto!"
"Come on Pippin."
The hobbit glanced at the sky, trying to hear whatever they heard. He heard nothing and ran after the girls.
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Ah, yet another chapter. That was fun. The braided elf is my friend Holly and I actually did get her elf name from the Internet. Here's the link:
http://www.chriswetherell.com/elf/Default.asp
The little twist about her bringing me and Shawn around was something I hadn't planned on. I kinda just thought it up. That's the effect ramen noddles have on me. Well I'm going to snack on some toast and write the next chapter of The Cheapest Room around. Thanks for reading and please review or a plague upon your house. ^____^
By: Writes with Block
Author's Notes: Well, this is the third update in three days. I'm not sure what's pushing me to update so much but I don't think anyone is really going to call me on that one. So here's yet another chapter. There should only be three left unless I throw a bunch of stuff together. Which I might just do cause I don't wanna go to far into stuff cause I'm not really sure about some of the details. So here we go.
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Disclaimer: Fifteen chapters and it still isn't mine.
***
Chapter Fifteen: The Ominious Music Continues
"Lord Faramir!" Jo shouted, scrambling after him. "Lord Faramir!"
Faramir turned to look at her.
"I'm Jo. We meet earlier. I can see the future."
"Oh right. Did you need something?"
"Well, I, um, kinda...wanted to talk to you about...uh..."
"Is some evil going to befall me? Is this way you insist on standing beside me?"
"Not much gets by you does it my lord?"
"What have you seen befalling me?"
"Uh, well. Yer going to get sick and Aragorn is going to save your life."
"If he is going to save me then why must you follow me?"
Jo's face went blank and she desperately tried to think of a reason. "The future is fickle and revealing too much can shift the focus of all events."
"In other words you don't want to tell me."
"Exactly. So can I shadow your every move?"
"If you can keep up."
"I sure can try!"
Jo followed Faramir as closely as she could.
"Your legs are too short."
"Shawn?" Jo whirled around. I thought I told you...Yer not Shawn. Yer that elf from Helm's Deep! The one that threw me into the fight! I've still got bandages on my legs from you!"
"Cake or death?" the tall, braided elf asked.
"Damnit! Can I choose death for you?'
"No. He's getting away."
"Ah! Crap!" Jo scrambled after Faramir and the elf followed her. "Don't you have something better to do with your time?"
The elf shrugged. "Not really. I've got all the time in the world. I'm an elf."
"This is where our paths split milady," Faramir said suddenly, turning around. "I must head back to the battle field."
"And I must stay here and cower in cowardliness Lord Faramir. I wish you well."
"Pansy," the elf mumbled.
"Do you have a name or something?" Jo mumbled.
"Morwen Súrion."
"Sounds like something from the Internet. Why are you following me?"
Morwen shrugged. "Nothing better to do with my time. There's a war here, a fight there. You're funny to watch."
"I'm glad you think so. Leave me alone please," Jo said and started walking away.
"Can't," Morwen answered, following her.
"And why not?"
"Cause I brought you here."
Jo whirled around. "You what?"
"Bye!" Morwen chanted and ran away.
"Come back damnit!!" Jo shouted, chasing after her.
"Run, run as fast as you can! You can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man!" Morwen sang cheerfully as she ran lithely away.
"How did you bring me here? And why?! Answer me!"
"Ask me no more questions and I'll tell you no more lies!"
"Fine! No more questions! Just answer the ones I all ready asked!"
"Nope. That's not part of our deal."
"What deal? We never made a deal! Send me home before something eats me!!"
"No!"
"Why!?"
"Because I've been bored!"
"You brought me here to entertain you? When I catch you I'm going to cut your braid off and strangle you with it!"
"You can't catch me! I'm an elf!" Morwen proved her skills by hurtling several people and forcing Jo to shove her way through the crowd. "Yer just a human even if you are funny! Its your fault yer here anyway!"
"Whaddya mean?"
"Who in their right mind opens a hiccuping closet?"
"My friend that's who! How do I get back home?!"
"Ask your wizard friend! And watch your step!"
"WhaAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
Jo landed heavily on a stack of saddle blankets and right in front of Pippin and Shawn, who were sharing a bag of peanut butter M&Ms.
Both Shawn and Pippin looked up to the ledge Jo had run off of.
"Do you fly?" Pippin asked, chocolate all over his chin.
"Did you learn?" Shawn asked, still looking at the ledge.
"No I can't fly!" Jo shouted, struggling to pull herself from her landing pad. "I fell off that stupid ledge chasing that elf from Helm's Deep! She said she sent us here! All of this is happening cause you opened that stupid closet door!"
"Dhuh," Shawn chuckled. "I could have told you that. Where's Faramir? Weren't you babysitting him?"
"He ran off to the battle front," Jo mumbled, snatching some chocolates from Pippin.
"You didn't follow him? Some baby sitter you are."
Jo sighed. "Did you talk to Gandalf?"
"I tried but that crazy old king guy wouldn't let me get close. So we went for a walk."
"Lets get some sleep."
"Don't think that's such a good idea," Shawn mumbled, whipping her hands on her jeans.
"Why not?"
"Don't you hear the ominous music?"
Jo glanced up and to her surprise she did hear ominous music. "Time to hide."
"Let me show you the stable."
"Righto!"
"Come on Pippin."
The hobbit glanced at the sky, trying to hear whatever they heard. He heard nothing and ran after the girls.
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Ah, yet another chapter. That was fun. The braided elf is my friend Holly and I actually did get her elf name from the Internet. Here's the link:
http://www.chriswetherell.com/elf/Default.asp
The little twist about her bringing me and Shawn around was something I hadn't planned on. I kinda just thought it up. That's the effect ramen noddles have on me. Well I'm going to snack on some toast and write the next chapter of The Cheapest Room around. Thanks for reading and please review or a plague upon your house. ^____^