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I'm posting two chapters in a row in honor of Aemilia Rose's B-day. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY PIPPIN!!!
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". . . You will Unite or you will Fall." I tune out the rest of the speech as none of it really pertains to me, though I do look as though I'm paying attention. A technique perfected by a year of Mrs. Bell's Geometry class. Instead I let my mind wander. {Is this a dream? If I pinch myself will I wake up in front of my computer with key imprints on my forehead and an essay still due to a cranky college professor?} I flinch as a shard of Gimli's Axe whizzes by me, cutting my cheek, and lean down to help him up. {If I go with the fellowship how on Earth am I going to survive? I can't fight, and I don't know NEARLY as much stuff about this place as Emily. She'd know what to do. Of course. . . She'd probably be human.} The argument about the ring starts up and then it's really to loud for me to think anymore. I put my head in my hands, waiting for Frodo to announce that, "I will take it!" The din dies down slowly as Frodo accepts the quest, and the burden that is the ring.
"I will help you bear this burden, so long as it is yours to bear." I have to stop myself from making 'awwww!' noises and giving away my gender, as Gandalf pledges his support. "If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword." {Huzzah for the King of men!} Legolas stands, his blonde hair blowing in the gentle breeze. Usually a sight like that would leave me breathless yet for some reason I remain unfazed enough to note that his eyebrows are blonde as well, and that his face is a tad narrower and more angular then Orlando Bloom's, but the eyes are the same. "And you have my bow." I pretend to look surprised as Gimli stands proclaiming, "And MY axe!" I can FEEL the fatherly pride radiating off the elder Dwarf beside me. Boromir decides to bow to the council, and the Hobbits jump in. But Elrond doesn't follow the script. "In times of strife there must be one willing to remain calm, when all others have lost their heads. For this reason I wish for Kibilzaram to join the fellowship as chronicler and mediator."
I just know that my eyes are bulging out of their sockets as Gandalf nods, "I concur, there should be one among us who will not allow anger or sentiment to cloud their judgments. Will you join us Kibilzaram?" For some reason I do not seem to be in control of my mouth, "I would not have those here feel that their views are not being considered. I would like the council to vote on my presence." Elrond doesn't seem to be surprised, and Gandalf is still smiling. I on the other hand am trying to figure out just why the hell I said that. There is muttering from the other delegates some angry sounding, others neutral. Gloin leans over, "Well said. Your father would be proud."
What at most could only be ten minutes later the elf lord of Imladris holds up his hand for silence. "The Men first." "We men of Gondor, say aye." Gloin nods, "The dwarves say aye." The Elf next to me straightens up from a whispered conference, with the elf that had been sitting on Legolas's right. "The Elves of Mirkwood, say nay." I can see something flit across the Mirkwood prince's face, something very much akin to embarrassment. I pretend I did not see and listen to Elrond's next words, "Very well," Something occurs to me. "Wait!"
I slide out of my chair and move to stand a few paces away from the group that have become the fellowship. "The votes of the council seem to be in my favor, but do those who would be my companions feel they can work with me?" Frodo looks a little startled as though he never expected to have a say. Gandalf's smile merely widens and I can't decipher the look Gimli's giving me, only that it's not a nasty look. "It is your choice Frodo." Aragorn pats his shoulder in a brotherly fashion. Frodo, looks me in the eye and I meet him stare for stare. Suddenly he breaks out in to a wide grin, {Must. Not. Tackle. Cuddly. Hobbit.} "Yes!" Elrond looks at me as if to say 'May I speak now?'. I'm grateful for the beard that hides my blush as I nod slightly. "Very well, You shall be known, as the Fellowship, of the Ring." {Is Pippin going to say it?} "Right!" {He is!} "Where are we going?"
I wander down the hallway back to my room wondering just WHAT I am going to pack. And then I notice that I'm being followed. I know I'm being followed, because, well . . . I just do! I stop in the middle of the corridor. "Either come out and introduce yourself, or go away." There is silence for a moment, before I hear the whisper of cloth behind me, signifying that someone has come up very close behind me.
"It appears that your hearing is excellent, even if you do move like an ox." I stiffen as the insult hits home. I turn around to see the elf that had been next to me at the council. "An ox may be slow, but it's determination and stamina get the job done." Again I am NOT in control of my mouth. The Elf smirks, "Hn. That's as may be but I wish to test your skills, will you spar with me?" My smile is acidly sweet, "Wooden weapons of course. I wouldn't want to injure you permanently. I will meet you here in an hour." I turn and enter my room, shutting the door before he can respond. {Kami! I don't know how to fight! What do I do?!}
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AN: Ta da! Chapter two.fixeded.
I'm posting two chapters in a row in honor of Aemilia Rose's B-day. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY PIPPIN!!!
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". . . You will Unite or you will Fall." I tune out the rest of the speech as none of it really pertains to me, though I do look as though I'm paying attention. A technique perfected by a year of Mrs. Bell's Geometry class. Instead I let my mind wander. {Is this a dream? If I pinch myself will I wake up in front of my computer with key imprints on my forehead and an essay still due to a cranky college professor?} I flinch as a shard of Gimli's Axe whizzes by me, cutting my cheek, and lean down to help him up. {If I go with the fellowship how on Earth am I going to survive? I can't fight, and I don't know NEARLY as much stuff about this place as Emily. She'd know what to do. Of course. . . She'd probably be human.} The argument about the ring starts up and then it's really to loud for me to think anymore. I put my head in my hands, waiting for Frodo to announce that, "I will take it!" The din dies down slowly as Frodo accepts the quest, and the burden that is the ring.
"I will help you bear this burden, so long as it is yours to bear." I have to stop myself from making 'awwww!' noises and giving away my gender, as Gandalf pledges his support. "If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword." {Huzzah for the King of men!} Legolas stands, his blonde hair blowing in the gentle breeze. Usually a sight like that would leave me breathless yet for some reason I remain unfazed enough to note that his eyebrows are blonde as well, and that his face is a tad narrower and more angular then Orlando Bloom's, but the eyes are the same. "And you have my bow." I pretend to look surprised as Gimli stands proclaiming, "And MY axe!" I can FEEL the fatherly pride radiating off the elder Dwarf beside me. Boromir decides to bow to the council, and the Hobbits jump in. But Elrond doesn't follow the script. "In times of strife there must be one willing to remain calm, when all others have lost their heads. For this reason I wish for Kibilzaram to join the fellowship as chronicler and mediator."
I just know that my eyes are bulging out of their sockets as Gandalf nods, "I concur, there should be one among us who will not allow anger or sentiment to cloud their judgments. Will you join us Kibilzaram?" For some reason I do not seem to be in control of my mouth, "I would not have those here feel that their views are not being considered. I would like the council to vote on my presence." Elrond doesn't seem to be surprised, and Gandalf is still smiling. I on the other hand am trying to figure out just why the hell I said that. There is muttering from the other delegates some angry sounding, others neutral. Gloin leans over, "Well said. Your father would be proud."
What at most could only be ten minutes later the elf lord of Imladris holds up his hand for silence. "The Men first." "We men of Gondor, say aye." Gloin nods, "The dwarves say aye." The Elf next to me straightens up from a whispered conference, with the elf that had been sitting on Legolas's right. "The Elves of Mirkwood, say nay." I can see something flit across the Mirkwood prince's face, something very much akin to embarrassment. I pretend I did not see and listen to Elrond's next words, "Very well," Something occurs to me. "Wait!"
I slide out of my chair and move to stand a few paces away from the group that have become the fellowship. "The votes of the council seem to be in my favor, but do those who would be my companions feel they can work with me?" Frodo looks a little startled as though he never expected to have a say. Gandalf's smile merely widens and I can't decipher the look Gimli's giving me, only that it's not a nasty look. "It is your choice Frodo." Aragorn pats his shoulder in a brotherly fashion. Frodo, looks me in the eye and I meet him stare for stare. Suddenly he breaks out in to a wide grin, {Must. Not. Tackle. Cuddly. Hobbit.} "Yes!" Elrond looks at me as if to say 'May I speak now?'. I'm grateful for the beard that hides my blush as I nod slightly. "Very well, You shall be known, as the Fellowship, of the Ring." {Is Pippin going to say it?} "Right!" {He is!} "Where are we going?"
I wander down the hallway back to my room wondering just WHAT I am going to pack. And then I notice that I'm being followed. I know I'm being followed, because, well . . . I just do! I stop in the middle of the corridor. "Either come out and introduce yourself, or go away." There is silence for a moment, before I hear the whisper of cloth behind me, signifying that someone has come up very close behind me.
"It appears that your hearing is excellent, even if you do move like an ox." I stiffen as the insult hits home. I turn around to see the elf that had been next to me at the council. "An ox may be slow, but it's determination and stamina get the job done." Again I am NOT in control of my mouth. The Elf smirks, "Hn. That's as may be but I wish to test your skills, will you spar with me?" My smile is acidly sweet, "Wooden weapons of course. I wouldn't want to injure you permanently. I will meet you here in an hour." I turn and enter my room, shutting the door before he can respond. {Kami! I don't know how to fight! What do I do?!}
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AN: Ta da! Chapter two.fixeded.