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DarkNoldorDrow: Yay!bThanks, I'm glad you like it, and I'm glad you think it's different.
Lozh da orlando bloom lover: Uh . . . right. Funnily, no-one else seems to share your opinion. Sorry, but I think I'll continue anyway.
Raven Firedragon: Yes, I thought you'd like that. Thanks. And do you mean apart from . . . um . . . actually, what *have* they ever done for us?
StarlightWarrior: Maybe it's just the fact that he's an elf. Okay, I'll continue. And sorry! I forgot to review! /Hits self on head/ Yay! Mini- balrogs versus flamers! Who will win? (Hey, actually, that sounds like a nice story idea . . .)
So, with all those replies done, we now move onto the story.
Warrior: How's it going?
Raven: Oh, you should see this. I wish you were here.
Warrior: Well, I'm not. I'm still stuck in this bed.
Raven: Oh, well. Nevermind, I'm sure ranger and Rider will tell you all about it when they get back.
* * * *
David stood on a hilltop with the Raven and Sarah. Down below, the security guards outside the Hall had been slaughtered, and the elven army - resurrected from the Last Alliance's Siege of Barad-Dur, as he recalled - were dragging the members of the US Congress out onto the field. The president was the last out, being sat down unceremoniously with his government.
[A/N: Look, I know nothing about the US government, so I'm making this all up. It doesn't really matter, because . . . well, you'll see]
Aragorn and Eomer rode up to the hill on Brego and Arod. Raven, of course, had Shadowfax with her.
"My lady," said Aragorn, "this appears to be all. We cannot guarantee there are none hidden in the roof or somesuch, but . . ."
"My thanks, Lord Aragorn," she replied, slipping into her 'gracious leader' mode. "I will survey the prisoners before determining their fate."
The black-haired girl mounted Shadowfax and, David and Sarah following behind on foot, rode down to the field. She stopped in front of the President.
"Ah," she said, looking down at him, "Mr Bush. So nice of you to join us. Allow me to explain a few things. I'm from the country you've been trying to annex, Britain. Your little friend Blair is no longer in charge there. I am. I am also in charge here. You can either surrender your country now, or do this the hard way. The choice is yours."
George Bush stared at her as if she was insane. Finally, he drawled, "I am the President of the United States of America, the most powerful country in the world, and we will not surrender to the likes of you."
The Raven smiled. "Ah, well, that's up to you." She looked up, surveying the massed ranks of the US government. "Any of you want to join me?"
No one moved. Finally, she sighed. "Well, you can't say I didn't give you the chance. David? Plan C."
The three moved back to the hilltop where Aragorn and Eomer waited. David, assisted by Sarah, got out a camera and satellite dish arrangement. As he did, the Raven said to the two Middle-Earthers, "This set-up was designed by Huntress. It'll allow us to transmit the images we record to all television stations across the country, so everyone will see. It's useful."
David signalled to her, and she stepped in front of the camera. When the little red light came on, she looked straight into the lens and began to speak.
Boromir was fiddling with the Tel-ee-vision when suddenly the Raven's face appeared. "Citizens of America," she said, "I am the Raven. I am standing in front of the building where your congress was, until a short while ago, meeting. Now, as you can see, they are assembled below here."
The image zoomed in to show a lot of people, many of whom Boromir recognised from his disastrous attempt to take over. Around them stood a ring of Elf archers. The Raven's voice continued to speak.
"Your president has refused to surrender control of his country to me, as have your congress. This attitude is unacceptable, and must be dealt with accordingly. Shoot them."
With that, the elves each pulled out an arrow and fired it, in perfect unison. Over the screams of the dying government, the image panned back to the Raven. Staring straight at Boromir, she said, "This is what happens to those who argue with me. It's not a good idea. I'll see you soon."
The image faded. Boromir sat there and watched the screen, smiling. So it was done.
Or, more accurately, it had only just begun.
* * * *
So, how was it? I'm sorry if anything was inaccurate, but as I'm sure I mentioned, I've never been to America. But you can review anyway.
hS
DarkNoldorDrow: Yay!bThanks, I'm glad you like it, and I'm glad you think it's different.
Lozh da orlando bloom lover: Uh . . . right. Funnily, no-one else seems to share your opinion. Sorry, but I think I'll continue anyway.
Raven Firedragon: Yes, I thought you'd like that. Thanks. And do you mean apart from . . . um . . . actually, what *have* they ever done for us?
StarlightWarrior: Maybe it's just the fact that he's an elf. Okay, I'll continue. And sorry! I forgot to review! /Hits self on head/ Yay! Mini- balrogs versus flamers! Who will win? (Hey, actually, that sounds like a nice story idea . . .)
So, with all those replies done, we now move onto the story.
Warrior: How's it going?
Raven: Oh, you should see this. I wish you were here.
Warrior: Well, I'm not. I'm still stuck in this bed.
Raven: Oh, well. Nevermind, I'm sure ranger and Rider will tell you all about it when they get back.
* * * *
David stood on a hilltop with the Raven and Sarah. Down below, the security guards outside the Hall had been slaughtered, and the elven army - resurrected from the Last Alliance's Siege of Barad-Dur, as he recalled - were dragging the members of the US Congress out onto the field. The president was the last out, being sat down unceremoniously with his government.
[A/N: Look, I know nothing about the US government, so I'm making this all up. It doesn't really matter, because . . . well, you'll see]
Aragorn and Eomer rode up to the hill on Brego and Arod. Raven, of course, had Shadowfax with her.
"My lady," said Aragorn, "this appears to be all. We cannot guarantee there are none hidden in the roof or somesuch, but . . ."
"My thanks, Lord Aragorn," she replied, slipping into her 'gracious leader' mode. "I will survey the prisoners before determining their fate."
The black-haired girl mounted Shadowfax and, David and Sarah following behind on foot, rode down to the field. She stopped in front of the President.
"Ah," she said, looking down at him, "Mr Bush. So nice of you to join us. Allow me to explain a few things. I'm from the country you've been trying to annex, Britain. Your little friend Blair is no longer in charge there. I am. I am also in charge here. You can either surrender your country now, or do this the hard way. The choice is yours."
George Bush stared at her as if she was insane. Finally, he drawled, "I am the President of the United States of America, the most powerful country in the world, and we will not surrender to the likes of you."
The Raven smiled. "Ah, well, that's up to you." She looked up, surveying the massed ranks of the US government. "Any of you want to join me?"
No one moved. Finally, she sighed. "Well, you can't say I didn't give you the chance. David? Plan C."
The three moved back to the hilltop where Aragorn and Eomer waited. David, assisted by Sarah, got out a camera and satellite dish arrangement. As he did, the Raven said to the two Middle-Earthers, "This set-up was designed by Huntress. It'll allow us to transmit the images we record to all television stations across the country, so everyone will see. It's useful."
David signalled to her, and she stepped in front of the camera. When the little red light came on, she looked straight into the lens and began to speak.
Boromir was fiddling with the Tel-ee-vision when suddenly the Raven's face appeared. "Citizens of America," she said, "I am the Raven. I am standing in front of the building where your congress was, until a short while ago, meeting. Now, as you can see, they are assembled below here."
The image zoomed in to show a lot of people, many of whom Boromir recognised from his disastrous attempt to take over. Around them stood a ring of Elf archers. The Raven's voice continued to speak.
"Your president has refused to surrender control of his country to me, as have your congress. This attitude is unacceptable, and must be dealt with accordingly. Shoot them."
With that, the elves each pulled out an arrow and fired it, in perfect unison. Over the screams of the dying government, the image panned back to the Raven. Staring straight at Boromir, she said, "This is what happens to those who argue with me. It's not a good idea. I'll see you soon."
The image faded. Boromir sat there and watched the screen, smiling. So it was done.
Or, more accurately, it had only just begun.
* * * *
So, how was it? I'm sorry if anything was inaccurate, but as I'm sure I mentioned, I've never been to America. But you can review anyway.
hS