Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo! It's EHAB. One note: after this chapter we do
not hope to receive a great deal of hate-reviews, but we understand that
it's likely that we will. I have only this to say: remember Chapter 18 of
Elven Dreams and Misadventures; Chapter 19 cleared everything up, did it
not? This is the last chapter of "The Place to Be," but Chapter One of
"Many Places" will hopefully explain things, even if this is somewhat of a
cliffhanger. Patience is a virtue, that it is. Thank you. - EHAB
After lunch, Christina called Jeremie and told him to meet them in the park and to bring "Brian." They met by a large boulder very near to the place where Legolas had come to New York, and just as expected, chaos erupted. Chaos is not very nice in writing; suffice it to say that Boromir was loudly reunited with his brother and friends.
"Please stop shouting," Andrea pleaded; "my head hurts."
Her request went largely unheeded for the better part of an hour when she finally sank to her knees in the grass, murmuring,
"I don't feel good."
Alarms, sirens, and red flags began shooting off from every point in Sivi's brain. She lunged for Gil-galad's wrist just as Legolas dropped to his knee and put his hands under his wife's chin, asking gently,
"What's the matter? Where does it hurt?"
And as Andrea mumbled miserably that she didn't know, Sivi pulled Gil- galad to his feet and forced him to step back, her grey eyes fixed upon the rocks. She could feel the shadow.
"Get back away from the rocks!" she said in a clear voice, but already the shadow had a form, the form of a dark-haired Elven woman.
Morniwen stood still for a moment.
"What, all of you here at once? In one place and at one time? So easy! So perfectly easy."
"Snakes hide in the rocks. Worms arise from the dust. If you were a woman, I might be frightened, but you are only a worm," Sivi said bravely, but she had a sinking feeling that this was not going to be an easy battle.
There was something behind Morniwen; the Elf-witch did not come of solely of her own accord or on her own behalf.
"A worm? Yes, I am my master's worm. Beside me, Glaurung is a fledgling new from the shell. I am a most wicked and wily worm."
"Uh, somebody wanna translate all that mess?" Christina asked boredly.
"It's a pun," Megan explained. "It's a play on the archaic form of the word 'worm' as meaning a dragon or -"
"Enough!" Morniwen said derisively, but it was plain that she was a little annoyed that none of the New Yorkers seemed to be afraid.
She stretched out her hands and writhed as though having a seizure. Sivi moved to shield Gil-galad with her mind and her body and poured out her spirit in his defense. There was far more than Morniwen's own power in this spiraling barrage of energy, and since all of her own strength was put to work protecting her husband, Sivi began to feel her own form shift and change. Never mind; she could fix that later. It would be much more difficult to fix Gil-galad, so she applied herself fully to the prevention of his being changed in the first place.
A thick, grey fog passed in front of Legolas's eyes. It seemed to him, in his suddenly confused state, that his body was as malleable as the mists. Through gaps in the twisting shadows, he could still see patches of colour- pictures of people he did not know. There was a small, stocky man with a huge red beard, a girl with long, straight, blonde hair and wide blue eyes... and a tiny copper-haired girl that he was sure he once had known. But at the moment, he didn't really KNOW anyone or anything, and after a minute, the gap in the fog closed, along with Legolas's eyes.
THE END
To be continued in "Many Places."
After lunch, Christina called Jeremie and told him to meet them in the park and to bring "Brian." They met by a large boulder very near to the place where Legolas had come to New York, and just as expected, chaos erupted. Chaos is not very nice in writing; suffice it to say that Boromir was loudly reunited with his brother and friends.
"Please stop shouting," Andrea pleaded; "my head hurts."
Her request went largely unheeded for the better part of an hour when she finally sank to her knees in the grass, murmuring,
"I don't feel good."
Alarms, sirens, and red flags began shooting off from every point in Sivi's brain. She lunged for Gil-galad's wrist just as Legolas dropped to his knee and put his hands under his wife's chin, asking gently,
"What's the matter? Where does it hurt?"
And as Andrea mumbled miserably that she didn't know, Sivi pulled Gil- galad to his feet and forced him to step back, her grey eyes fixed upon the rocks. She could feel the shadow.
"Get back away from the rocks!" she said in a clear voice, but already the shadow had a form, the form of a dark-haired Elven woman.
Morniwen stood still for a moment.
"What, all of you here at once? In one place and at one time? So easy! So perfectly easy."
"Snakes hide in the rocks. Worms arise from the dust. If you were a woman, I might be frightened, but you are only a worm," Sivi said bravely, but she had a sinking feeling that this was not going to be an easy battle.
There was something behind Morniwen; the Elf-witch did not come of solely of her own accord or on her own behalf.
"A worm? Yes, I am my master's worm. Beside me, Glaurung is a fledgling new from the shell. I am a most wicked and wily worm."
"Uh, somebody wanna translate all that mess?" Christina asked boredly.
"It's a pun," Megan explained. "It's a play on the archaic form of the word 'worm' as meaning a dragon or -"
"Enough!" Morniwen said derisively, but it was plain that she was a little annoyed that none of the New Yorkers seemed to be afraid.
She stretched out her hands and writhed as though having a seizure. Sivi moved to shield Gil-galad with her mind and her body and poured out her spirit in his defense. There was far more than Morniwen's own power in this spiraling barrage of energy, and since all of her own strength was put to work protecting her husband, Sivi began to feel her own form shift and change. Never mind; she could fix that later. It would be much more difficult to fix Gil-galad, so she applied herself fully to the prevention of his being changed in the first place.
A thick, grey fog passed in front of Legolas's eyes. It seemed to him, in his suddenly confused state, that his body was as malleable as the mists. Through gaps in the twisting shadows, he could still see patches of colour- pictures of people he did not know. There was a small, stocky man with a huge red beard, a girl with long, straight, blonde hair and wide blue eyes... and a tiny copper-haired girl that he was sure he once had known. But at the moment, he didn't really KNOW anyone or anything, and after a minute, the gap in the fog closed, along with Legolas's eyes.
THE END
To be continued in "Many Places."