I really can't believe how long this story is, and I've barely got up to
Caradhas. I spent so long on the council of Elrond. . . But that's all
right. Cat is complex and needs working out. And none of you were bored. I
hope. Awww, I feel speshial after all my nice reviews. Thanx you nice ppls.
I love you, in a purely siblingess or friendessness way.
Great, now it's fucking snowing. I hate winter. Why aren't I in Australia where it's nice and warm? Why am I here in a fucking story, for fuck's sake? Stupid stupidness. I narrow my eyes as I stare at Legolas. Stupid Elf, dear god I hate him. Why? Perhaps it's the whole 'I'm Elven, so I'm so much better then all you mortals' trip he's got going. Perhaps it's just because he keeps tripping me. Maybe I just hate him on general principles. Stupid Elf and his perfect hair. I glare at Legolas. Stupid Elf not sinking into the snow like the rest of us. I reach down and gather a heap of snow. Still staring at his back, I mould it into a ball. I throw it at him, and hit the back of his head. Bull's-eye! I look away immediately and pretend to fall over. Obviously, if I'm falling over, I can't have thrown the snowball.
"Cat!" Legolas calls out. Oh dear, I don't think I fooled him. I get up and look at him. Thwack! A snowball hits me in the face and I fall over again.
"Boromir!" I splutter through the snow, "Get the stupid Elf! He's throwing snowballs at me, with no provocation!" Boromir laughs and picks me up. He kisses me, and I forget the annoying Elf as I twine my fingers in his hair. They really teach the guys to kiss around here, if Boromir's anything to go by! Then we both fall over as a barrage of snowballs hit us. "Who was that?! You will pay, pay in great drops of blood!" I scream through the falling snow. I charge over the ground and try to hit Legolas. He hears me coming, as he always does, and trips me. I trip him by sweeping his legs out from under him, and he falls down. I am prepared and he isn't, so for a while I have the upper hand, and get on really well with the task of suffocating him in the snow. Until someone hauls me off. "Damn it, let me kill him!" I yell, squirming around.
"We do NOT have time for these games!" Aragorn growls into my face then drops me abruptly.
"Well, someone needs to get laid." I say huffily as I once more pick myself out of the snow.
Aragorn ignores me. "Legolas, are you hurt?" He reaches down into the snow and pulls Legolas out, who's spitting snow. And his hair is finally messed up! Score for me! Legolas looks at me evilly as he stands once more on the top of the snow. I stick my tongue out at him and saunter over to Frodo.
"Hey Frodo."
"Cat, I really think you need to leave Legolas alone."
"He is irritating. And he thinks he's such a hotshot because he's an Elf."
"Hotshot?"
I click my fingers and frown as I try to translate. "A big guy, an all round fantastic person, an expert in all matters, uh, an adept. What he really is, is a guy full of his own importance."
"He is a prince." Frodo gently points out.
"Which makes it worse. Sheesh, look at Aragorn. He's nowhere near so stuck up, and Aragorn is the lost heir of Gondor. And the chief of the dunedain. I think. Maybe it's just because Legolas is an Elf." I frown. "Glad I'm not an Elf." I take Frodo's arm and start walking again. "C'mon. I'll smooth out the snow for you." We all walk in silence as the snow falls heavier and heavier. Frodo falls back to where Sam is leading Bill, and I stick with him. I promised, didn't I?
"I don't like this at all." Sam pants just behind us. It's getting hard to see, the snow falls so heavy. Can hardly see through it to the shapes of the people in front. "Snow's all right on a fine morning, but I like to be in bed while it's falling. I wish this lot would go off to Hobbiton! Folk might welcome it there." I smile and keep trudging through the snow, until I nearly run into Gandalf, who has stopped.
"This is what I feared." Gandalf says as he stares ahead into the falling snow. Falling? Cascading! I wonder how long it will take before Gandalf is fully covered in snow? "What do you say now, Aragorn?"
"That I feared it too," Aragorn answers him, "but less then other things. I knew the risk of snow, though it seldom falls heavily so far south, save high up in the mountains. But we are not high yet; we are still far down, where the paths are usually open all winter."
"I wonder if this is a contrivance of the enemy." Boromir suggests as he comes and stands next to Aragorn. "They say in my land that he can govern the storms in the Mountains of Shadow that stand upon the boarders of Mordor. He has strange powers and many allies." Creepiness! Bad, bad Sauron.
"His arm has grown long indeed," Gimli says, "if he can draw snow down from the North to trouble us here three hundred leagues away." Gimli is so short! Won't take long until he's covered up with snow, all over the pointy hat! Laugh. Silly shortness. Which reminds me. . . How are the Hobbits doing?
"His arm has grown long indeed." Gandalf says as he starts forward again. We all follow the grey man. Cold. So frigging cold. I decide to sing to keep my spirits up.
"I'm standing on the bridge, I'm waiting in the dark," Avril Lavigne's 'I'm with you.' "I thought you would be here by now. There's nothing but the rain, no footsteps on the ground, I'm listening but there's no sound. Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home? It's a damn cold night , trying to figure out this life, won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new, I don't know who you are but I, I'm with you. . ." Kinda appropriate. My mum'll be worried sick, and looking for me, and here I am, stuck barely a quarter of the way up a mountain, in a story. Don't know who these people are, that's for sure. And it's damn cold up here. My voice breaks a little and I shake my head and keep singing, despite the curious cold on my face. "And everything's a mess, and no one likes to be alone. Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home? It's a damn cold night. . ."
Cat's feeling a tiny bit alone and isolated. And out of place, so far away from everything. . .And if you haven't bought Avril's album, do so now. Or as soon as possible, because it rocks. Really good songs on it. One is now my theme song, 'Anything but ordinary.' Ordinary is boring. I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it!
Great, now it's fucking snowing. I hate winter. Why aren't I in Australia where it's nice and warm? Why am I here in a fucking story, for fuck's sake? Stupid stupidness. I narrow my eyes as I stare at Legolas. Stupid Elf, dear god I hate him. Why? Perhaps it's the whole 'I'm Elven, so I'm so much better then all you mortals' trip he's got going. Perhaps it's just because he keeps tripping me. Maybe I just hate him on general principles. Stupid Elf and his perfect hair. I glare at Legolas. Stupid Elf not sinking into the snow like the rest of us. I reach down and gather a heap of snow. Still staring at his back, I mould it into a ball. I throw it at him, and hit the back of his head. Bull's-eye! I look away immediately and pretend to fall over. Obviously, if I'm falling over, I can't have thrown the snowball.
"Cat!" Legolas calls out. Oh dear, I don't think I fooled him. I get up and look at him. Thwack! A snowball hits me in the face and I fall over again.
"Boromir!" I splutter through the snow, "Get the stupid Elf! He's throwing snowballs at me, with no provocation!" Boromir laughs and picks me up. He kisses me, and I forget the annoying Elf as I twine my fingers in his hair. They really teach the guys to kiss around here, if Boromir's anything to go by! Then we both fall over as a barrage of snowballs hit us. "Who was that?! You will pay, pay in great drops of blood!" I scream through the falling snow. I charge over the ground and try to hit Legolas. He hears me coming, as he always does, and trips me. I trip him by sweeping his legs out from under him, and he falls down. I am prepared and he isn't, so for a while I have the upper hand, and get on really well with the task of suffocating him in the snow. Until someone hauls me off. "Damn it, let me kill him!" I yell, squirming around.
"We do NOT have time for these games!" Aragorn growls into my face then drops me abruptly.
"Well, someone needs to get laid." I say huffily as I once more pick myself out of the snow.
Aragorn ignores me. "Legolas, are you hurt?" He reaches down into the snow and pulls Legolas out, who's spitting snow. And his hair is finally messed up! Score for me! Legolas looks at me evilly as he stands once more on the top of the snow. I stick my tongue out at him and saunter over to Frodo.
"Hey Frodo."
"Cat, I really think you need to leave Legolas alone."
"He is irritating. And he thinks he's such a hotshot because he's an Elf."
"Hotshot?"
I click my fingers and frown as I try to translate. "A big guy, an all round fantastic person, an expert in all matters, uh, an adept. What he really is, is a guy full of his own importance."
"He is a prince." Frodo gently points out.
"Which makes it worse. Sheesh, look at Aragorn. He's nowhere near so stuck up, and Aragorn is the lost heir of Gondor. And the chief of the dunedain. I think. Maybe it's just because Legolas is an Elf." I frown. "Glad I'm not an Elf." I take Frodo's arm and start walking again. "C'mon. I'll smooth out the snow for you." We all walk in silence as the snow falls heavier and heavier. Frodo falls back to where Sam is leading Bill, and I stick with him. I promised, didn't I?
"I don't like this at all." Sam pants just behind us. It's getting hard to see, the snow falls so heavy. Can hardly see through it to the shapes of the people in front. "Snow's all right on a fine morning, but I like to be in bed while it's falling. I wish this lot would go off to Hobbiton! Folk might welcome it there." I smile and keep trudging through the snow, until I nearly run into Gandalf, who has stopped.
"This is what I feared." Gandalf says as he stares ahead into the falling snow. Falling? Cascading! I wonder how long it will take before Gandalf is fully covered in snow? "What do you say now, Aragorn?"
"That I feared it too," Aragorn answers him, "but less then other things. I knew the risk of snow, though it seldom falls heavily so far south, save high up in the mountains. But we are not high yet; we are still far down, where the paths are usually open all winter."
"I wonder if this is a contrivance of the enemy." Boromir suggests as he comes and stands next to Aragorn. "They say in my land that he can govern the storms in the Mountains of Shadow that stand upon the boarders of Mordor. He has strange powers and many allies." Creepiness! Bad, bad Sauron.
"His arm has grown long indeed," Gimli says, "if he can draw snow down from the North to trouble us here three hundred leagues away." Gimli is so short! Won't take long until he's covered up with snow, all over the pointy hat! Laugh. Silly shortness. Which reminds me. . . How are the Hobbits doing?
"His arm has grown long indeed." Gandalf says as he starts forward again. We all follow the grey man. Cold. So frigging cold. I decide to sing to keep my spirits up.
"I'm standing on the bridge, I'm waiting in the dark," Avril Lavigne's 'I'm with you.' "I thought you would be here by now. There's nothing but the rain, no footsteps on the ground, I'm listening but there's no sound. Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home? It's a damn cold night , trying to figure out this life, won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new, I don't know who you are but I, I'm with you. . ." Kinda appropriate. My mum'll be worried sick, and looking for me, and here I am, stuck barely a quarter of the way up a mountain, in a story. Don't know who these people are, that's for sure. And it's damn cold up here. My voice breaks a little and I shake my head and keep singing, despite the curious cold on my face. "And everything's a mess, and no one likes to be alone. Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home? It's a damn cold night. . ."
Cat's feeling a tiny bit alone and isolated. And out of place, so far away from everything. . .And if you haven't bought Avril's album, do so now. Or as soon as possible, because it rocks. Really good songs on it. One is now my theme song, 'Anything but ordinary.' Ordinary is boring. I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it!