I know I should update some of the others, but this one is so much easier.
Raven Firedragon: Why do I think all this fame has gone to your head? It's not *real* . . . at least, not yet. Glad you like it, though.
Celtic Dawn Star: I'm glad you like it. I read your stuff!
StarlightWarrior: Oh, gods . . . Mr President, sir, it's not real, please don't launch any WMDs at me! Ahem . . . yes. Well. I like the idea of a mini-balrog. Do you know where I could get one? Preferably one that *can* eat MarySues.
Velaineil: Why the sound effects?
So, on with the story.
Warrior: Nice show.
Reaper: Thanks. But what's happening now isn't so nice.
Warrior: What's that?
Reaper: I'm trying to convince Raven to send some of your group back. And she's not taking it at all well . . .
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David shut the laptop and turned back to his friend. "Raven, we have to send them back. They'll be missed."
She glared at him. "Aragorn, fine, he's dull. Eomer, also fine, I didn't really want him anyway. But you can *not* take my Shadowfax!"
David sighed. "Look, I don't think you understand. Gandalf needs Shadowfax in order to make a dramatic ride down to Helm's Deep. He's necessary again later. If we don't send him back, the entire course of the War of the Rings could be changed!"
She snorted. "So what? Why should I care? I don't want that world, just this one."
David threw up his arms in despair. "You're impossible," he exclaimed, and walked over to where Sarah was standing with her teleporter, Aragorn and Eomer. As he arrived, Sarah looked up from where she was tweaking the settings on the teleporter, took one look at his face, and said, "You didn't convince her, then?"
He shook his head. She sighed. "David, we have to get them out in the next half hour, or we lose the window."
"Do you think I don't know that? That girl is so stubborn!"
"Yes, bt we knew that already."
David nodded. "I suppose so. It's just so annoying."
Sarah looked at him. "um," she said, her voice uncertain. This was such a rare occurance that David lookede up. "What is it?"
She squirmed under his gaze. "There's this . . . machine I've been working on. Sort of a side project. It . . . it could be useful. But it's a bit . . . unethical."
David stared at her. "Sarah. What have you done now?"
Boromir looked up as the door to the room he was stuck in swung back. In strode the Raven, followed by Huntress and Reaper, the latter carrying a phial of what appeared to be blood. Huntress was arguing loudly with the Raven.
"I don't care what you say, I'm keeping the original!"
"But Raven, he's trained to respond to Gandalf, whereas the clone might not be."
"But it wouldn't respond to *me*, either!"
You have time to train him! Gandalf's in the middle of a war!"
"Look, I don't care. Shadowfax is mine!"
The two continued in this vein as they moved through to the room Huntress had set up as her lab, taking with them the phial that Reaper - David - had been holding. When they were gone, David walked over to Boromir's bed.
"Hi," said the boy. "They're just arguin about Shadowfax . . . still."
The warrior nodded. "So I heard. What exactly are you planning on doing?"
"Well," explained David, "in her spare time, Sarah built a cloning device. Um . . . that's a machine that makes an exact copy of any loiving creature you put a sample of into it. So now, instead of arguing over whether Shadowfax gets sent back or not, they get to argue over *which* Shadowfax gets sent back."
Boromir nodded sagely. "The fun never ends" he commented.
Any reply David might have made was cut off by a large explosion from the next room, and the sight of a horse, trailing smoke, rushing through the door and crashing out into the hallway. Raven and Huntress followed at a slightly more sane speed, and stood in the wrecked doorway.
"Wow," said Huntress, "he's even faster than the original."
"Good," replied the Raven, "now Gandalf won't mind taking the copy."
"Alright," agreed Huntress, "but there's one problem."
"And that is?"
"We have to catch him again first . . ."
With that, the two raced off towards the distant sound of hoofbeats. David shrugged at Boromir, then followed.
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Ah, another section finished. Please, leave a review for little me.
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Raven Firedragon: Why do I think all this fame has gone to your head? It's not *real* . . . at least, not yet. Glad you like it, though.
Celtic Dawn Star: I'm glad you like it. I read your stuff!
StarlightWarrior: Oh, gods . . . Mr President, sir, it's not real, please don't launch any WMDs at me! Ahem . . . yes. Well. I like the idea of a mini-balrog. Do you know where I could get one? Preferably one that *can* eat MarySues.
Velaineil: Why the sound effects?
So, on with the story.
Warrior: Nice show.
Reaper: Thanks. But what's happening now isn't so nice.
Warrior: What's that?
Reaper: I'm trying to convince Raven to send some of your group back. And she's not taking it at all well . . .
* * * *
David shut the laptop and turned back to his friend. "Raven, we have to send them back. They'll be missed."
She glared at him. "Aragorn, fine, he's dull. Eomer, also fine, I didn't really want him anyway. But you can *not* take my Shadowfax!"
David sighed. "Look, I don't think you understand. Gandalf needs Shadowfax in order to make a dramatic ride down to Helm's Deep. He's necessary again later. If we don't send him back, the entire course of the War of the Rings could be changed!"
She snorted. "So what? Why should I care? I don't want that world, just this one."
David threw up his arms in despair. "You're impossible," he exclaimed, and walked over to where Sarah was standing with her teleporter, Aragorn and Eomer. As he arrived, Sarah looked up from where she was tweaking the settings on the teleporter, took one look at his face, and said, "You didn't convince her, then?"
He shook his head. She sighed. "David, we have to get them out in the next half hour, or we lose the window."
"Do you think I don't know that? That girl is so stubborn!"
"Yes, bt we knew that already."
David nodded. "I suppose so. It's just so annoying."
Sarah looked at him. "um," she said, her voice uncertain. This was such a rare occurance that David lookede up. "What is it?"
She squirmed under his gaze. "There's this . . . machine I've been working on. Sort of a side project. It . . . it could be useful. But it's a bit . . . unethical."
David stared at her. "Sarah. What have you done now?"
Boromir looked up as the door to the room he was stuck in swung back. In strode the Raven, followed by Huntress and Reaper, the latter carrying a phial of what appeared to be blood. Huntress was arguing loudly with the Raven.
"I don't care what you say, I'm keeping the original!"
"But Raven, he's trained to respond to Gandalf, whereas the clone might not be."
"But it wouldn't respond to *me*, either!"
You have time to train him! Gandalf's in the middle of a war!"
"Look, I don't care. Shadowfax is mine!"
The two continued in this vein as they moved through to the room Huntress had set up as her lab, taking with them the phial that Reaper - David - had been holding. When they were gone, David walked over to Boromir's bed.
"Hi," said the boy. "They're just arguin about Shadowfax . . . still."
The warrior nodded. "So I heard. What exactly are you planning on doing?"
"Well," explained David, "in her spare time, Sarah built a cloning device. Um . . . that's a machine that makes an exact copy of any loiving creature you put a sample of into it. So now, instead of arguing over whether Shadowfax gets sent back or not, they get to argue over *which* Shadowfax gets sent back."
Boromir nodded sagely. "The fun never ends" he commented.
Any reply David might have made was cut off by a large explosion from the next room, and the sight of a horse, trailing smoke, rushing through the door and crashing out into the hallway. Raven and Huntress followed at a slightly more sane speed, and stood in the wrecked doorway.
"Wow," said Huntress, "he's even faster than the original."
"Good," replied the Raven, "now Gandalf won't mind taking the copy."
"Alright," agreed Huntress, "but there's one problem."
"And that is?"
"We have to catch him again first . . ."
With that, the two raced off towards the distant sound of hoofbeats. David shrugged at Boromir, then followed.
* * * *
Ah, another section finished. Please, leave a review for little me.
hS