After all this time . . .
Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Insomnia . . . no internet . . . hmm. I'm sure others read it, it's just they don't bother to review. //Glares out at the lurkers// And the Raven doesn't *have* to like it . . .
Raven Firedragon: Hehehe . . . I'm glad you like it. And I did eventually get round to more . . . eventually.
Pointy Ears: Like Stephen King? Ooh, nice. Er . . . she hasn't told *me* what she's planning yet . . . is there something I ought to know? Ooh, real hobbits. Scary indeed. Ahh! Huggy attack!
StarlightWarrior: Only quite good? Well, thanks anyway.
Hirilnara: //Smiles// Eye poster here, Legolas over in Pancakes.
And so, we move on to . . .
Raven: Oh Warri-or . . .
Warrior: Yes, Raven?
Raven: Get yourself and Huntress down to the Great Hall, would you? Reaper, #571 and I are already here, and we're waiting for you two.
Warrior: We will be there momenterily, my Lady.
Raven: Good. And stop being so formal.
//Raven has signed off//
Warrior: Yes, my Lady . . .
* * * *
Boromir and Sarah entered the Hall and strode down the stairs. The warrior never even looked at the decor any more, so familiar had it become. As they reached the table, the Raven began to speak.
"My friends, we have conquered Switzerland. The heart of Europe is ours. We have an impressive military and economic advantage over the rest of the world. But we've been working too hard."
She paused, and glanced around at the four seated at the table. "Although David and I have remained here, you three have done a lot of travelling. So we have decided it's time for a break. The renovation of London," - Boromir noted that she pronounced it as one word, something he had yet to master - "is almost complete. What say we go and take a look around?"
Boromir looked up. "I, that is, we would like that very much, my Lady."
She smiled. "Excellent. Then we need wait no longer. David, you've got the camera? Good. Let's go."
Reaching under the desk, she flicked a switch. A door opened in the apparently solid wall, and the five quickly left. The guards, outside the main door, remained blissfully ignorant.
Some time later, Boromir and Sarah were seated in a comfortable room on the top floor of the Lon Do . . . the *London* Citadel. They were browsing through the pictures which David had taken of the re-designed capital. The huge banners of the Raven poster on the Tower of London. The Crown Jewels, still kept inside that same building but now out, free for anyone who was allowed entry (and there were few who were) to touch and examine. One photo which Sarah particularly liked showed her dressed up in all the jewels she could fit, and Boromir bowing down before her.
Then there were the shots taken from the London Eye - which now, naturally enough, had a reproduction of the Raven's eye on it - of the city as a whole. The comandeered RAF fighters had done a thorough job of dropping paint across the rooftops, and the images, although skewed by perspective, clearly showed the huge Raven Seal in red and black.
Many others there were, of the Raven riding Shadowfax, of David amid the ruins of Buck Ing Ham Palace, and of Gil-Galad harassing ducks in a random park. But the picture both Sarah and Boromir liked the most showed the two of them, seated together atop a hige, sprawling tree in Hyde Park. It had been only a short climb - the tree was far wider than it was high - but it had given them an amazing view across the park.
Sarah had just flicked over the last photo and stored them all away when there came a screech Boromir remembered all to well - a Ringwraith. He drew his sword and hunted for the source of the sound, waiting for it to die down, but it went on and on. It was only when Sarah grabbed her Lapt Op and flipped it open that the sound stopped. However, the look on the girl's face that followed was almost worse. Her eys skimmed the text, and then she abruptly shut the machine down. Turning to Boromir, she stared at him with wide eyes.
"We must call a general meeting, immediately. Something terrible has happened."
* * * *
But of course, you have to wait until next time to find out. I'll give you a hint, though . . . it'll involve a tri-story crossover (at least!).
Oh, and if anyone wants one of those posters, they're still up. huinesoron@hotmail.com, people. All free.
hS
Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Insomnia . . . no internet . . . hmm. I'm sure others read it, it's just they don't bother to review. //Glares out at the lurkers// And the Raven doesn't *have* to like it . . .
Raven Firedragon: Hehehe . . . I'm glad you like it. And I did eventually get round to more . . . eventually.
Pointy Ears: Like Stephen King? Ooh, nice. Er . . . she hasn't told *me* what she's planning yet . . . is there something I ought to know? Ooh, real hobbits. Scary indeed. Ahh! Huggy attack!
StarlightWarrior: Only quite good? Well, thanks anyway.
Hirilnara: //Smiles// Eye poster here, Legolas over in Pancakes.
And so, we move on to . . .
Raven: Oh Warri-or . . .
Warrior: Yes, Raven?
Raven: Get yourself and Huntress down to the Great Hall, would you? Reaper, #571 and I are already here, and we're waiting for you two.
Warrior: We will be there momenterily, my Lady.
Raven: Good. And stop being so formal.
//Raven has signed off//
Warrior: Yes, my Lady . . .
* * * *
Boromir and Sarah entered the Hall and strode down the stairs. The warrior never even looked at the decor any more, so familiar had it become. As they reached the table, the Raven began to speak.
"My friends, we have conquered Switzerland. The heart of Europe is ours. We have an impressive military and economic advantage over the rest of the world. But we've been working too hard."
She paused, and glanced around at the four seated at the table. "Although David and I have remained here, you three have done a lot of travelling. So we have decided it's time for a break. The renovation of London," - Boromir noted that she pronounced it as one word, something he had yet to master - "is almost complete. What say we go and take a look around?"
Boromir looked up. "I, that is, we would like that very much, my Lady."
She smiled. "Excellent. Then we need wait no longer. David, you've got the camera? Good. Let's go."
Reaching under the desk, she flicked a switch. A door opened in the apparently solid wall, and the five quickly left. The guards, outside the main door, remained blissfully ignorant.
Some time later, Boromir and Sarah were seated in a comfortable room on the top floor of the Lon Do . . . the *London* Citadel. They were browsing through the pictures which David had taken of the re-designed capital. The huge banners of the Raven poster on the Tower of London. The Crown Jewels, still kept inside that same building but now out, free for anyone who was allowed entry (and there were few who were) to touch and examine. One photo which Sarah particularly liked showed her dressed up in all the jewels she could fit, and Boromir bowing down before her.
Then there were the shots taken from the London Eye - which now, naturally enough, had a reproduction of the Raven's eye on it - of the city as a whole. The comandeered RAF fighters had done a thorough job of dropping paint across the rooftops, and the images, although skewed by perspective, clearly showed the huge Raven Seal in red and black.
Many others there were, of the Raven riding Shadowfax, of David amid the ruins of Buck Ing Ham Palace, and of Gil-Galad harassing ducks in a random park. But the picture both Sarah and Boromir liked the most showed the two of them, seated together atop a hige, sprawling tree in Hyde Park. It had been only a short climb - the tree was far wider than it was high - but it had given them an amazing view across the park.
Sarah had just flicked over the last photo and stored them all away when there came a screech Boromir remembered all to well - a Ringwraith. He drew his sword and hunted for the source of the sound, waiting for it to die down, but it went on and on. It was only when Sarah grabbed her Lapt Op and flipped it open that the sound stopped. However, the look on the girl's face that followed was almost worse. Her eys skimmed the text, and then she abruptly shut the machine down. Turning to Boromir, she stared at him with wide eyes.
"We must call a general meeting, immediately. Something terrible has happened."
* * * *
But of course, you have to wait until next time to find out. I'll give you a hint, though . . . it'll involve a tri-story crossover (at least!).
Oh, and if anyone wants one of those posters, they're still up. huinesoron@hotmail.com, people. All free.
hS