Well, that was a turn up for the books. Of all the things that I was
expecting Gandalf to say, that ranked with "I'm a transvestite fish who
plays air guitar and supports Leeds." as one of the most improbable.
Silence filled the room. Mostly, appalled looks were on every face, but Aragorn had a faint smile on his.
"Fish." I commented, more to break the silence that out of any burning desire to talk about the piscine population.
Bafflement not replaced the appalled looks.
"It's just something my bother says to break the silence." I explained, before sighing. "It's obvious that most of you ain't happy about this, and to be brutally frank, neither am I." Probably because I know what you poor buggers are going to go through, I added to myself. "But if this pair say that this is the only way I can get home, then it is. We'll just have to put up with each other."
I was feeling slightly more philosophical about the situation. Yes, it was an unpleasant journey, but there were all these men (and hobbits and elves) who knew which end of a sword did the most damage. I knew this as well, but they could actually use their weapons.
"I suppose we will." was the general consensus.
"So be it. You ten shall now bemumph."
At least Elrond had the courtesy not to bite my hand, but the expression in his eyes suggested I'd better have a damm good reason why I had clamped my hand over this mouth in mid declamation.
"Nuh-huh. I'm just a hanger-on. These /nine/ are the Fellowship of the Ring. Nine walkers for the Nine Riders, remember?"
"And there aren't ten." Elrond said once I removed my hand.
"Exactly."
"Good point."
Now we had that point sorted out, it was time to leave. Or at least try to leave.
Aragorn had to say farewell to Arwen, then once that had been done Legolas had to be coaxed out of the tree he was saying farewell too. And then Gimli went missing. Gandalf eventually rescued him from a tricky situation involving a few elves and certain insults in dwarvish.
This was a whole new side to the fellowship I was seeing here, and it was quite interesting. I sat, mostly forgotten and watched the exquisite dance going on.
As one problem was solved another came up. And as enjoyable as watching Gandalf trying to round everyone up was, I did want to get home sometime this age.
Gandalf was glaring at the hobbits who were in the middle of elevenses and refusing to move until they had finished when I found him.
"Need a hand?" I offered.
"Please!" was his heartfelt plea.
"No problem. Do you know where I could get a piece of rope about 15 foot long?" I asked.
Once provided with the length of rope I had asked for, I went in search of the fellowship.
First to be found was Gimli, who was looking threateningly towards a group of elves who were sticking their tongues out at him.
A few minutes and a brief scuffle later, I was moving onward again with a bruised eye and towing a sullen Gimli behind me, his wrist tied by rope.
Next on my list was Boromir.
By the time I had rejoined Gandalf who was waiting impatiently with the pony, I had tied up all of the fellowship and received several other bruises. Mind you, they had some as well. I don't think what Aragorn threatened to do to me was possible to do to a human, at least not without an extra arm and a hammer. Legolas was sniping at Gimli since he was the first to be captured, the hobbits were moaning about their elevenses, and Boromir and Aragorn were just looking sullen.
We caused quite a commotion on our travels through Rivendell, especially with the pillar (and elf) grabbing and cries of "Just one more kiss." But I can be very determined sometimes, and this was one of these. Besides, apart from the bruises, I was having fun. It wasn't every day that I got to tie up the fellowship. But at least Gandalf was pleased to see me.
And so our journey began. At the moment, only Gandalf and Bill the pony were talking to me. Things could only get better. Well, at least I hoped so.
((A/N Here's the next chapter! I hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :P))
Silence filled the room. Mostly, appalled looks were on every face, but Aragorn had a faint smile on his.
"Fish." I commented, more to break the silence that out of any burning desire to talk about the piscine population.
Bafflement not replaced the appalled looks.
"It's just something my bother says to break the silence." I explained, before sighing. "It's obvious that most of you ain't happy about this, and to be brutally frank, neither am I." Probably because I know what you poor buggers are going to go through, I added to myself. "But if this pair say that this is the only way I can get home, then it is. We'll just have to put up with each other."
I was feeling slightly more philosophical about the situation. Yes, it was an unpleasant journey, but there were all these men (and hobbits and elves) who knew which end of a sword did the most damage. I knew this as well, but they could actually use their weapons.
"I suppose we will." was the general consensus.
"So be it. You ten shall now bemumph."
At least Elrond had the courtesy not to bite my hand, but the expression in his eyes suggested I'd better have a damm good reason why I had clamped my hand over this mouth in mid declamation.
"Nuh-huh. I'm just a hanger-on. These /nine/ are the Fellowship of the Ring. Nine walkers for the Nine Riders, remember?"
"And there aren't ten." Elrond said once I removed my hand.
"Exactly."
"Good point."
Now we had that point sorted out, it was time to leave. Or at least try to leave.
Aragorn had to say farewell to Arwen, then once that had been done Legolas had to be coaxed out of the tree he was saying farewell too. And then Gimli went missing. Gandalf eventually rescued him from a tricky situation involving a few elves and certain insults in dwarvish.
This was a whole new side to the fellowship I was seeing here, and it was quite interesting. I sat, mostly forgotten and watched the exquisite dance going on.
As one problem was solved another came up. And as enjoyable as watching Gandalf trying to round everyone up was, I did want to get home sometime this age.
Gandalf was glaring at the hobbits who were in the middle of elevenses and refusing to move until they had finished when I found him.
"Need a hand?" I offered.
"Please!" was his heartfelt plea.
"No problem. Do you know where I could get a piece of rope about 15 foot long?" I asked.
Once provided with the length of rope I had asked for, I went in search of the fellowship.
First to be found was Gimli, who was looking threateningly towards a group of elves who were sticking their tongues out at him.
A few minutes and a brief scuffle later, I was moving onward again with a bruised eye and towing a sullen Gimli behind me, his wrist tied by rope.
Next on my list was Boromir.
By the time I had rejoined Gandalf who was waiting impatiently with the pony, I had tied up all of the fellowship and received several other bruises. Mind you, they had some as well. I don't think what Aragorn threatened to do to me was possible to do to a human, at least not without an extra arm and a hammer. Legolas was sniping at Gimli since he was the first to be captured, the hobbits were moaning about their elevenses, and Boromir and Aragorn were just looking sullen.
We caused quite a commotion on our travels through Rivendell, especially with the pillar (and elf) grabbing and cries of "Just one more kiss." But I can be very determined sometimes, and this was one of these. Besides, apart from the bruises, I was having fun. It wasn't every day that I got to tie up the fellowship. But at least Gandalf was pleased to see me.
And so our journey began. At the moment, only Gandalf and Bill the pony were talking to me. Things could only get better. Well, at least I hoped so.
((A/N Here's the next chapter! I hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :P))