More popular than I thought, then. Or maybe it's just the large gap between
updates. Sorry . . .
HappyBunny: Sense? My story? Oh, my. And you can have lots and lots of merchandise, if and when this actually happens. Hey . . . we'll even make you Minister for LOTR Merchandise! How's that?
Crazy Mental Person: You likes? Great! And poor Boz is so confused.
Raven Firedragon: And now the shape forms further. Hooray! My mind? Gutter? Poor-innocent-little-me? Never! And that last line even has me scared . . . I think I'll quote you.
Angelface04: Finally, you get more. Yes, they didn't like the idea of me auctioning Middle Earth, so I came up with this as a result of the one sale I managed to make. Sad.
Firestar: Thanks. And thanks. And thanks. And I will.
StarlightWarrior: I'm sorry, we seem to have pre-empted you on that. Read this to see what I mean.
MeLAla: Continuing! Eventually. And unique? Really? I doubt it. I'm sure lots of other people wanted him.
Liliac: You wanted more? And Boromir was resurrected by me and Sarah to sell in auction. We did, and this is how he ended up.
And now, the long expected story.
Huntress: I'm ready.
Reaper: Excellent. Be prepared to initiate at a moment's notice.
Huntress: Way ahead of you, Reaper.
Huntress has signed off
Raven: That told you.
Reaper: Thank you, Raven, I don't need this.
Raven: You know I can't help it, friend.
Warrior: What is going on?
Raven/Reaper: Don't worry, Warrior.
Warrior: Ugh!
Warrior has signed off
Reaper: Well. I guess that's it, then.
Raven: Yes.
Reaper: Go in peace, Raven.
Raven: Go in peace, Reaper.
Raven has signed off
Reaper has signed off
* * * *
Boromir folded the Lapt away again. These people were getting stranger by the moment. He'd been in Washing Ton for five days now, and as far as he could tell they had all been ready by the second day.
The Gondorian warrior stood up and prepared to go back to the Hotel where he spent almost all of the time not used up sitting in the park watching this mysterious Hall. Then he stopped, hearing the sound of hooves.
As he stood, wondering at this anomaly, three horses rounded the corner into the park. Their riders were cloaked and hooded, but even so, there seemed to be something familiar about them. Then the one at the front, the one on the whitest horse, said, "Hail Boromir," and the warrior recognised the voice.
"My Lord Aragorn," he said, "how did you come to be here?"
"I might ask the same question of you, friend, for I had supposed you to be dead," replied Aragorn, dismounting. Then he continued. "It was very odd. I was in Helms Deep, fighting against hordes of orcs, when suddenly I found myself transported to a small room. There waited a young man, who told me -"
He was cut off by a 'bing' from the Lapt. As Boromir opened it up again, the other three - one of whom appeared to be an elf - stared in amazement. Then the Raven's face appeared on its window.
"Hello, Warrior," said the image. "I managed to purchase some assistance for you. Aragorn, to be referred to as 'Ranger', you already know. I think you also met Haldir of Lorien, 'Archer', at one point in your travels. And the other is Eomer of Rohan, 'Rider'.
"I dragged them all out of a battle at Helms Deep. Haldir had to be resurrected first, but -"
Then David stepped into the picture. "Now then, Raven," he said, smiling, "don't take all the credit for that. You know that I was the one who did most of it. *And* that Huntress came up with the machine in the first place."
"Yes," came a voice from outside the image, "and I'll thank you to remember it."
David sighed. "Huntress, come into shot. We should let them see all of us."
"Alright, I'm coming." After a second, a girl with long, flowing golden hair worthy of Rohan stepped in. "Hi, Warrior, Ranger, Archer, Rider," she said, "I'm Huntress. I'm your counterpart on this side of the ocean. That enough, Reaper?"
David - Reaper - smiled. "Go on, get back to your job."
Once she was gone, Reaper turned to the Raven and said, "I'd better be going too. Bye, dear."
"Bye," she said as he walked off, then turned back to the camera.
"Well," she said, "that's the team. Warrior, the other three have rooms booked at your hotel. Oh, and take good care of the horses - Shadowfax, Arod and Brego were the main reason I got these guys.
"You know what you're supposed to be doing. The other three can help you gather information. Use them wisely, as time is running out. Go in peace. Raven out." And the screen flickered to black.
Boromir looked at the three. This would make his job a whole lot easier. "Come on, people," he said. "We have a lot of work to do."
* * * *
Raven says:
I will kill anyone who reads your story and dares to not review. Stalin's purges are nothing compared to the wrath of the Raven . . .
So why risk it, when a review is such a simple thing?
hS
HappyBunny: Sense? My story? Oh, my. And you can have lots and lots of merchandise, if and when this actually happens. Hey . . . we'll even make you Minister for LOTR Merchandise! How's that?
Crazy Mental Person: You likes? Great! And poor Boz is so confused.
Raven Firedragon: And now the shape forms further. Hooray! My mind? Gutter? Poor-innocent-little-me? Never! And that last line even has me scared . . . I think I'll quote you.
Angelface04: Finally, you get more. Yes, they didn't like the idea of me auctioning Middle Earth, so I came up with this as a result of the one sale I managed to make. Sad.
Firestar: Thanks. And thanks. And thanks. And I will.
StarlightWarrior: I'm sorry, we seem to have pre-empted you on that. Read this to see what I mean.
MeLAla: Continuing! Eventually. And unique? Really? I doubt it. I'm sure lots of other people wanted him.
Liliac: You wanted more? And Boromir was resurrected by me and Sarah to sell in auction. We did, and this is how he ended up.
And now, the long expected story.
Huntress: I'm ready.
Reaper: Excellent. Be prepared to initiate at a moment's notice.
Huntress: Way ahead of you, Reaper.
Huntress has signed off
Raven: That told you.
Reaper: Thank you, Raven, I don't need this.
Raven: You know I can't help it, friend.
Warrior: What is going on?
Raven/Reaper: Don't worry, Warrior.
Warrior: Ugh!
Warrior has signed off
Reaper: Well. I guess that's it, then.
Raven: Yes.
Reaper: Go in peace, Raven.
Raven: Go in peace, Reaper.
Raven has signed off
Reaper has signed off
* * * *
Boromir folded the Lapt away again. These people were getting stranger by the moment. He'd been in Washing Ton for five days now, and as far as he could tell they had all been ready by the second day.
The Gondorian warrior stood up and prepared to go back to the Hotel where he spent almost all of the time not used up sitting in the park watching this mysterious Hall. Then he stopped, hearing the sound of hooves.
As he stood, wondering at this anomaly, three horses rounded the corner into the park. Their riders were cloaked and hooded, but even so, there seemed to be something familiar about them. Then the one at the front, the one on the whitest horse, said, "Hail Boromir," and the warrior recognised the voice.
"My Lord Aragorn," he said, "how did you come to be here?"
"I might ask the same question of you, friend, for I had supposed you to be dead," replied Aragorn, dismounting. Then he continued. "It was very odd. I was in Helms Deep, fighting against hordes of orcs, when suddenly I found myself transported to a small room. There waited a young man, who told me -"
He was cut off by a 'bing' from the Lapt. As Boromir opened it up again, the other three - one of whom appeared to be an elf - stared in amazement. Then the Raven's face appeared on its window.
"Hello, Warrior," said the image. "I managed to purchase some assistance for you. Aragorn, to be referred to as 'Ranger', you already know. I think you also met Haldir of Lorien, 'Archer', at one point in your travels. And the other is Eomer of Rohan, 'Rider'.
"I dragged them all out of a battle at Helms Deep. Haldir had to be resurrected first, but -"
Then David stepped into the picture. "Now then, Raven," he said, smiling, "don't take all the credit for that. You know that I was the one who did most of it. *And* that Huntress came up with the machine in the first place."
"Yes," came a voice from outside the image, "and I'll thank you to remember it."
David sighed. "Huntress, come into shot. We should let them see all of us."
"Alright, I'm coming." After a second, a girl with long, flowing golden hair worthy of Rohan stepped in. "Hi, Warrior, Ranger, Archer, Rider," she said, "I'm Huntress. I'm your counterpart on this side of the ocean. That enough, Reaper?"
David - Reaper - smiled. "Go on, get back to your job."
Once she was gone, Reaper turned to the Raven and said, "I'd better be going too. Bye, dear."
"Bye," she said as he walked off, then turned back to the camera.
"Well," she said, "that's the team. Warrior, the other three have rooms booked at your hotel. Oh, and take good care of the horses - Shadowfax, Arod and Brego were the main reason I got these guys.
"You know what you're supposed to be doing. The other three can help you gather information. Use them wisely, as time is running out. Go in peace. Raven out." And the screen flickered to black.
Boromir looked at the three. This would make his job a whole lot easier. "Come on, people," he said. "We have a lot of work to do."
* * * *
Raven says:
I will kill anyone who reads your story and dares to not review. Stalin's purges are nothing compared to the wrath of the Raven . . .
So why risk it, when a review is such a simple thing?
hS