Hi! Hihihi!
Scythe: All the people in my head agree. So I write more.
StarlightWarrior: Yes, she is dangerous. Glad you like it. And I think e- mails are ok, if only because Ff.net can't confirm it's not your own idea.
Raven Firedragon: Not *that* violent. But I'm glad you like it.
Firestar: Yay, another person who likes my work!
Velaineil: Um. Right. You like Haldir. I'm glad you like it.
Yes, I'm back. Again.
Raven: Where is Rider? We need everyone here!
Reaper: Calm down, Raven.
Raven: Calm. Warrior?
Warrior: He's, um, busy.
Raven: Doing what, pray?
Ranger: Gathering information for you!
Raven/Reaper: Shut up.
Ranger: Oops.
Huntress: Can we all please calm down?
Archer: I agree with her.
Raven/Reaper/Ranger/Warrior: Calm.
Huntress: Good. Now, Raven, what was it you wanted?
Raven: Huntress, initiate as soon as we finish here. Warrior - and your team, of course - go into high alert mode. We will give the signal when London is secure.
Warrior/Huntress: Roger that.
Huntress: I won't fail you, Raven.
Raven: I know you won't. Go in peace.
Huntress: In peace.
Warrior: I guess we'd better go too?
Reaper: That might be advisable.
Raven: They didn't even say goodbye.
Reaper: How rude.
Raven: Yes. Quite.
Reaper: You may want to log off too.
Raven: So might you, friend.
Reaper: True. Go in peace, Raven.
Raven: Go in peace, Reaper.
* * * *
The day passed without incident. All through the night, Boromir had at least one of his team watching the Lapt, ready to go at any time. But the new day dawned, and still nothing had happened. Then it came.
At around one o'clock on that bright spring afternoon, the Lapt beeped. Boromir went over to it and lifted the screen. An image of the Raven appeared.
"Warrior," she said, "we're finished here. Begin your operation. Raven out."
At these simple words, Boromir's blood ran cold. Were they ready? For a moment, doubt froze him. Then he forced himself to relax. They were ready. They had to be.
The four Middle Earthers walked up the main street, heading for the Hall. [Note: I have never been to America. I have no idea what Washing Ton is like. So I'm making all the geography up. No worries, right?] They had been assured by the Reaper that an 'accidental nuclear discharge in the atmosphere has charged the ionosphere and cut off all intercontinental satellite communication'. Boromir didn't understand any of this, but apparently it meant that Washing Ton didn't know what had happened in Lon Don, where Huntress was working. So that was nice.
The Hall was before them now. Boromir looked up at the towering building, and then reached into his pocket for the things he had received at the beginning of the mission. Four rings, each with the power to make the wearer invisible. In silence, he handed one to each of his companions, and as one they donned them.
Immediately the world turned grey. Boromir looked around in amazement. So this is what Frodo had seen when he donned the Ring. How very odd. Ah, well, at least he could still see the other three. Gesturing to them, the four crept up the path and into the Hall.
The US Congress was meeting, and as usual the noise level was stupidly high. So high that no one heard Boromir, Aragorn, Haldir and Eomer as they walked, still invisible, to the platform at the centre. Then they removed their rings.
Immediately all conversation ceased. The sound of three swords being drawn, and of one bow being strung, rang clear as a bell. Boromir let them stare for a moment, then spoke.
"Your rule has been deemed ineffectual. You are all scheduled for execution. This country will be turned over to the Raven. Now-"
But he got no further. From the back of the room came a loud sound, like thunder, and the Warrior felt a pain like that of an arrow - how well he remembered that - in his shoulder. As Haldir's bow sang, sending a Lorien arrow towards the source of the sound, and as similar 'bang's rang out from other areas of the chamber, the Warrior looked down to see blood pouring out from a small hole. He began to feel light-headed, and as Aragorn grabbed him and dragged him out of the room, he wondered how everything had gone so terribly wrong . . .
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So, what did you think? How about a review, yeah? We would be very grateful.
hS
Scythe: All the people in my head agree. So I write more.
StarlightWarrior: Yes, she is dangerous. Glad you like it. And I think e- mails are ok, if only because Ff.net can't confirm it's not your own idea.
Raven Firedragon: Not *that* violent. But I'm glad you like it.
Firestar: Yay, another person who likes my work!
Velaineil: Um. Right. You like Haldir. I'm glad you like it.
Yes, I'm back. Again.
Raven: Where is Rider? We need everyone here!
Reaper: Calm down, Raven.
Raven: Calm. Warrior?
Warrior: He's, um, busy.
Raven: Doing what, pray?
Ranger: Gathering information for you!
Raven/Reaper: Shut up.
Ranger: Oops.
Huntress: Can we all please calm down?
Archer: I agree with her.
Raven/Reaper/Ranger/Warrior: Calm.
Huntress: Good. Now, Raven, what was it you wanted?
Raven: Huntress, initiate as soon as we finish here. Warrior - and your team, of course - go into high alert mode. We will give the signal when London is secure.
Warrior/Huntress: Roger that.
Huntress: I won't fail you, Raven.
Raven: I know you won't. Go in peace.
Huntress: In peace.
Warrior: I guess we'd better go too?
Reaper: That might be advisable.
Raven: They didn't even say goodbye.
Reaper: How rude.
Raven: Yes. Quite.
Reaper: You may want to log off too.
Raven: So might you, friend.
Reaper: True. Go in peace, Raven.
Raven: Go in peace, Reaper.
* * * *
The day passed without incident. All through the night, Boromir had at least one of his team watching the Lapt, ready to go at any time. But the new day dawned, and still nothing had happened. Then it came.
At around one o'clock on that bright spring afternoon, the Lapt beeped. Boromir went over to it and lifted the screen. An image of the Raven appeared.
"Warrior," she said, "we're finished here. Begin your operation. Raven out."
At these simple words, Boromir's blood ran cold. Were they ready? For a moment, doubt froze him. Then he forced himself to relax. They were ready. They had to be.
The four Middle Earthers walked up the main street, heading for the Hall. [Note: I have never been to America. I have no idea what Washing Ton is like. So I'm making all the geography up. No worries, right?] They had been assured by the Reaper that an 'accidental nuclear discharge in the atmosphere has charged the ionosphere and cut off all intercontinental satellite communication'. Boromir didn't understand any of this, but apparently it meant that Washing Ton didn't know what had happened in Lon Don, where Huntress was working. So that was nice.
The Hall was before them now. Boromir looked up at the towering building, and then reached into his pocket for the things he had received at the beginning of the mission. Four rings, each with the power to make the wearer invisible. In silence, he handed one to each of his companions, and as one they donned them.
Immediately the world turned grey. Boromir looked around in amazement. So this is what Frodo had seen when he donned the Ring. How very odd. Ah, well, at least he could still see the other three. Gesturing to them, the four crept up the path and into the Hall.
The US Congress was meeting, and as usual the noise level was stupidly high. So high that no one heard Boromir, Aragorn, Haldir and Eomer as they walked, still invisible, to the platform at the centre. Then they removed their rings.
Immediately all conversation ceased. The sound of three swords being drawn, and of one bow being strung, rang clear as a bell. Boromir let them stare for a moment, then spoke.
"Your rule has been deemed ineffectual. You are all scheduled for execution. This country will be turned over to the Raven. Now-"
But he got no further. From the back of the room came a loud sound, like thunder, and the Warrior felt a pain like that of an arrow - how well he remembered that - in his shoulder. As Haldir's bow sang, sending a Lorien arrow towards the source of the sound, and as similar 'bang's rang out from other areas of the chamber, the Warrior looked down to see blood pouring out from a small hole. He began to feel light-headed, and as Aragorn grabbed him and dragged him out of the room, he wondered how everything had gone so terribly wrong . . .
* * * *
So, what did you think? How about a review, yeah? We would be very grateful.
hS